IVY.

18 ; they

[4sturns]

WELCOME TO @ 4STURNS

hello, i'm a new writing/fan account for the sturniolo triplets! i write fluff, angst, smut, and suggestive content.

— ivy, 18

— they / them

— chris 4 life (but nick's forever my fav)

— chinese

— new fan; nov '23

requests are open, happy reading!

[silversturn-deactivated20250925]

Omg💀…. He def slaps it on you

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this singlehandedly resurrected me from the grave i have two pieces inspired by this that i have to write tonight while completely high hehehe ... "can i slap it" & "kiss it better" 😁😁😁😁😁

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hello all .... writer's block is beating my ass but send me some sfw (all) + nsfw asks (matt & chris) to kickstart my brain 🎤

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love being a sky teller 2.0

had me giggling and kicking my feet at 1am 😭

QLSO I LOVE WHITE ROSES

TWIN! i love white roses so much they're absolutely perfect. i'm so glad you liked the post i wrote it up in less than ten minutes 😓

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OF COURSE I KEEP UP WITH YOUR BLOGS, I NEARLY SCREAMED WHEN IT SAID YOU WERS BACK 😭

posted something just for you my anonnie :3

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you're gonna be sky teller for a second because the idea of both matt and chris being into you is so hot to me like ....

imagine chris hearing from a friend of yours that you absolutely adore white roses because they symbolize loyalty, so he starts walking to your house down the street of the florist with a bouquet of fresh white roses inhand. he's approaching your driveway when he spots an unfortunately familiar car parked right in front of your garage.

imagine chris letting out a huff of air before knocking on the door, maybe a little too aggressively as he fixes his hair and readjusted his grip on the flowers.

imagine chris' face dropping as anger seeps through his entire body as he's face to face with matt, who sports a cocky almost condescending smirk on his face as he eyes his brother.

imagine chris seeing you in the back, with a bigger bouquet of white roses in your hands as you slowly approach with a soft smile on your face.

imagine how matt's smirk only grows as he watches chris' grip tighten on the stems of the flowers before he angrily tosses them somewhere on your neighbor's lawn before fixing his composure as you get closer.

imagine how chris almost fails at masking his anger as you finally reach the door and ask him jokingly with a smile, "what are you doing here, chris? miss me that much? or are you here because matt's here?"

imagine how matt would take a step back as a full fledged smile overtakes his features as he soaks in his brother's defeat. when you turn around and ask him why he's smiling he'll just tell you he's happy to see his brother, nothing odd from the two close siblings right, so you return his smile before inviting chris in and retreating with your flowers to find a suitable vase.

imagine matt grabbing chris' arm as he goes to walk past him and slyly whispering in his ear before letting him go with a shove.

"you're just too slow, try keeping up with me next time, yeah?"

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I GOT THE NOTIFICATION THAT YOU WERE BACK, IVE NEVER CLICKED SOMETHING SO QUICLLY 😭😭

I DIDN'T THINK I ACTUALLY HAD PEOPLE WHO KEPT UP WITH MY BLOG HELLO I LOVE YOU

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TAKE IT

matt s. x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: filthy smut, dom!matt, sub!reader, degradation, rough sex, unprotected sex (don't be stupid, be safe and wrap it), dumbification, squirting, overstimulation, choking, matt's a little mean, pussy slapping

requested: yes!

a/n: i desperately need to be fucked dumb by matt like it's no longer a want it's a need

you're spent. your entire body aches but you're not done. not when the ache feels so good and especially not when matt's drilling into you so hard you're seeing specks of white every time you blink.

he's already managed to pull three orgasms out of you, two on his tongue and once on his dick, but he isn't stopping yet. if anything, he's just getting started.

"m-matt! fuck—" you're cut off by a sharp thrust, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you clamp down like a vice on your boyfriend's cock.

you know you're not going to last long. not after all your previous orgasms and especially not with the brutal pace matt has set with his hips.

he has your legs propped up on his shoulders with his hands on either side of your head as your hands frantically grab at his biceps whenever the pleasure's too much for you.

"be a good little slut and take my cock." matt spits out, a hand moving from beside your head to wrap around your neck, giving it a light squeeze.

with his hand around his neck and his cock buried so deep in your stomach, you feel your next orgasm building up fast and strong.

"i'm so close. don't stop. god, matt, please don't stop." you rasp, incoherent blabbering falling off your lips as your grip on matt's bicep gets looser by the second.

by now, the pleasure's so strong that you're uncontrollably clenching down on matt's dick. your eyes rock back as you quickly lose grasp on reality, slipping deeper into the void as you follow the stars clouding your vision.

you think you hear matt's voice, although you're not too sure you even have it in you to make out his words.

"look at you, all spent and fucked stupid on my cock. does it really feel that good, mamas? am i fucking you that good?" matt's tone is condescending, mocking your current state as grunts leave his lips.

he takes a good look at you, eyes scanning up and down your body. your neck down to your chest is completely covered in hickies, the colors range from a rosy pink to dark purple with hints of yellow. a thin layer of sweat coats your skin as well as ropes of his cum from his last orgasm which he put all over your stomach. his eyes flash back up to your face, your eyes rolled back with spit dribbling out the side of your mouth, a sight which makes him moan so loudly it brings you back to your senses.

you feel the coil in your stomach tighten, bringing you closer to your climax by the second, but something about this feels odd. different in a sense. you're trembling under matt, the muscles in your thighs flexing as your arms wrap around matt's neck, pulling him closer to you.

you go to open your mouth, hoping to warn him of your climax, but before you can speak, the coil in your stomach snaps, causing you to scream out matt's name so loud you're sure you're in for a noise complaint.

your entire body shakes against matt's before he pulls out of you, jerking himself off over your heaving body, cumming all over your stomach for a second time as strings of curses slip off his tongue.

he looks beautiful like this. hair completely disheveled and his lips bruised and puffy. he sports matching hickies, the majority on the base of his neck to make them easier to hide behind hoodies.

the sheets are soaked from your orgasm as is matt's lower half. from above you, matt chuckles. it's breathy and quiet, but it sends a shiver down your spine.

he swipes a hand through his damp hair before coming back down to your level, using one hand to prop himself up above you. his other hand travels down to your throbbing pussy, giving it a light slap.

your entire body jolts off the bed, a strained moan leaves your mouth before you could even comprehend what just happened.

matt's eyes darken, a dangerous smirk replacing his soft smile as he gives your cunt another smack.

"think you can do that again for me, mamas?"

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WOAH WOAH WOAH HOW MANY NOTES .......

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STOP YOUR BACK IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

TAKE YOUR TIME I K OW WRITERS BLOCK CAN BE HARD ASF LOVE YOU <3

STOP IT THIS CAME IN ALMOST IMMEDIATELY AFTER I POSTED .. i miss updating and writing fics so much, i do hope i can find the motivation to start up again since i miss interacting with everyone and seeing all your reactions so badly but thank you for your sweet words and support :(

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WHERE DID U GO😕😕😕😔😔😔😔

HEY ..... i promise you guys i am not dead, i've been spending the holidays with my family :) i've also been hit with some serious writer's block and am currently in a depressive episode so please be patient with me ❤️‍🩹

all long fics are paused for now as i focus on myself but i'll be sure to answer any asks i may receive and queue up some small blurbs whenever i have the chance to, stay safe my friends.

also, thank you for 1.1k followers you guys are insane ??????

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(18+ only, nsfw content ahead)

virgin!matt who's sensitive and gets worked up over the slightest of touches.

virgin!matt who's too shy to ask you to ride him so he opts to beg with his eyes.

virgin!matt who cannot keep his eyes to himself once you've stripped yourself of your clothes.

virgin!matt who blushes profusely as you undo his button up and bottoms.

virgin!matt who nearly cums himself when he feels you inching down on his lengthy cock.

virgin!matt who doesn't know what to do with his hands so he starts fidgeting around until you grab them and place them on your hips.

virgin!matt who can't speak when you're riding him, his words all jumbling up and leaving his mouth in pure gibberish.

virgin!matt who starts crying when he's close to his high, begging you to not stop.

virgin!matt who cums too fast and starts apologizing in a whimper.

virgin!matt who hides his face in your neck because he's embarrassed of what he looks like while riding the wave.

virgin!matt who has to be talked through it, because all he wants is to hear your praise.

virgin!matt who'll listen to your every command, wanting nothing more than to please you, even if it hurts.

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H(ATE) YOU

enemy!chris s. x fem!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you and chris do not get along. the both of you do the most to irk the other. but what happens when he has you under him, naked and moaning his name?

warnings: smut, pwp, oral (reader receiving), enemies to ???, hair pulling, empty threats (reader's a little violent), marking, chris is a masochist, dacryphila

a/n: y'all want a part two with messy, nasty, disgusting hate sex or nah ... also i had to rewrite literally half of this fic because tumblr crashed on me 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

if you were smart you wouldn't be here right now. you'd still be downstairs and enjoying the party just like everyone else. except you're not downstairs, instead you're upstairs in chris' bedroom, completely nude from the waist up and severely worked up.

you're unsure how you even got yourself into this situation. one second you were downstairs by the punch bowl, and the next you were dragged up the stairs and into his bedroom. maybe you shouldn't have provoked him.

chris hovers over you, his shirt discarded on the floor with yours. his breath is hot against your skin, his tongue licking at the sweet spot right under your ear. quiet moans leave your mouth at his motions causing him to smirk against you.

"keep smirking and i'll cut your dick off, sturniolo." you hiss at the boy. all he does in return is suck on your sweet spot, his teeth nibbling at the skin before pulling back to admire his work. a slightly red mark is left behind, though chris is sure it'll be blooming purple and yellow by the time he's done with you.

"maybe you should give my dick a try before saying such things, baby." chris sneers as he lowers his hands from your waist down to your clothed hips. his fingers hook around the belt loops of your jeans before he starts to slowly tug them down, his eyes fixated on yours.

"move faster or i'll do it myself." you throw your head back onto the pillow, breaking eye contact. you're tired of his teasing. you debate whether or not this is worth the fact you're missing out on the party downstairs, but your curiosity gets the better of you, making you stay put in chris' bedroom, your fate left completely in his hands.

"calm down, mamas. i'll give you what you want once you learn to tame that tongue of yours," chris finally gets your jeans off and haphazardly tosses them to the floor. "or you can use that tongue elsewhere." chris smirks.

"shut the fuck up." you snap back quickly.

you're left in your black lace panties which match your bra. your head comes back up to look chris in the eyes right as his teeth take a hold of the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and off of you at an agonizingly slow pace.

"holy shit, chris." you moan at the sight, noticing how much darker chris' eyes have gotten compared to the start of the night.

you can feel his breath against your skin, causing goosebumps to form in its trail. despite the obvious effect chris has on you, you refuse to let your guard down. you refuse to stroke chris sturniolo's ego. but you wouldn't really mind stroking his dick.

chris rids of your underwear, leaning back to place his feet back on the ground before reaching to undo his belt. he watches you as you watch his every move, as if you were daring him to keep going. and he's not one to back down from a dare.

"get your dick out before i cut it off, asshole." you spit through gritted teeth. although you know you don't mean it and chris does too. regardless, he quickens his movements, letting his pants fall to his ankles, revealing his boxers. they feel and look tight against him as his hard cock takes up any extra space. you'd never admit it to his face, but he seems quite big based off the imprint in his boxers.

he confirms this when he releases his throbbing member from the confines of his underwear, hissing when the hot tip touches the cold air. he's leaking from his tip already, presumably from the never broken eye contact he still holds with you.

when chris leans back down to get level with you on the bed, you can feel the temperature in the room start to rise. even if you won't admit it out loud, chris has already done a number on your body. he has barely done anything yet you're worked up beyond words and dripping onto his sheets.

"and for that you're not getting my dick," chris snickers, opting to slide lower onto the bed to settle between your thighs. you open your legs to him without protest, an action which makes chris break out into a smug smile and causing you to let out a huff before finally break eye contact to look at the ceiling.

"aren't you just eager, you pretty thing." chris mocks you, and you can only assume he noticed the wet spot on his sheets.

"i'll kick that look off your stupid face if you keep testing me. i'm dead serious, chris." with this, chris puts his hands up quickly in a mock surrender, something you only get a quick glimpse of before his hands settle back onto your thighs, gripping them firmly and pulling you closer to his mouth.

your heartbeat speeds up rapidly, beating so loud you're afraid chris can hear it. all you want to feel right now is his tongue on you, working at your folds and bringing you to that climax you need so badly.

an embarrassingly loud moan leaves your mouth as chris licks a long stripe up your folds, collecting your arousal. at this he hums, savoring the way you taste before his eyes find yours.

there's a difference between his eyes and yours. his are dark and pointed, while yours are a pure reflection of him. it's clear in your eyes that all you want is him. and he's gonna make you admit it tonight whether you like it or not.

he continues to work his tongue in and out of you, alternating between fucking you open with his tongue and kitten licking at your swollen clit.

a sneaky hand makes it way from your thigh to your entrance, two fingers collecting your slick before plunging into you.

"chris— fuck! just like that, keep going." you're whimpering as you squirm against chris' tongue, and all he can do is hum against you in response as your hands come down to pull harshly at his hair.

your thighs start to tremble in chris' grip. his fingers are working quickly inside of you, scissoring you open before angling them and curling right at your sweet spot. with every drag of his fingers combined with the feeling of his mouth sucking on your swollen clit, you know you won't last long.

you're holding back tears as you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. the grip on chris' hair tightens too, causing a muffled whine to vibrate against your clit. you buck your hips up as a long cry leaves your body.

"oh my god, chris, keep going. please don't stop, don't fucking stop— holy shit!" tears cascade down your face as your thighs begin to uncontrollably shake against chris.

chris takes a quick look at your face, noticing the river of tears. his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he works faster and harder. his fingers plunge in and out of you so violently that the wet sound of your arousal fills up the room along with your choked cries.

your grip on his hair only seems to get inhumanly stronger, causing him to let out more muffled whimpers and moans against your body. call him a masochist but he'll never get tired of the way you grip, tug, and pull at his hair. he'll always eat it up. chris feels his cock twitch, and he knows he's in deep shit.

it's not long before he starts to imagine what you'd look like crying on his dick, all pathetic and weak while you sob and cry for more.

with a choked sob and a vice grip on chris' hair, the coil in your stomach snaps. a wide variety of curses, cries, and incoherent sentences including chris' name leaves your body as you lose complete control of it.

you're violating shaking against the sheets as chris continues to finger fuck you through your high. loud whines come out from your gaping mouth and fill up the room. chris' mouth has left your heat a while ago, but with the grip you still have on his hair, he reminds in his place.

with a rather sharp pull of his hair, he lets out a strained, almost pornographic moan as his eyes flutter shut.

you immediately let go of his hair, using the little strength you've gained back from your intense orgasm to prop yourself up and into a sitting position. you inch forward, trying to get closer to the edge of the bed where chris sways in a trance.

from your view, you spot a small puddle on the floor. a cruel and mean smile reaches your face as you watch chris' thighs flex every so often. reaching forward, you quickly return your hand to chris' hair, tugging and pulling at it violently making him hiss and look up to meet your dark gaze.

"well, aren't you just eager, you pathetic little thing."

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i'm legitimately going to start crying tumblr crashed and i lost half of my fic right before i was going to post it. i'm on my thirteenth reason do not test me

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rocking back and forth on my bed right now like an insane person i am going to break something

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i'm legitimately going to start crying tumblr crashed and i lost half of my fic right before i was going to post it. i'm on my thirteenth reason do not test me

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no one forgot about me right ... because i have a chris smut coming tonight :)

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and my mans! thank you to my mans!

[recklesssturniolo]

If Matt isn’t under my tree Christmas morning w plaid pj pants showing off his slutty ass waist I’m gonna just walk into traffic and that’s just gonna be how it is