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bunny nation

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[aliaratawitchtrial]

✤ the sleepover

╰┈➤ in which . . . your birthday celebration takes a strange turn.

⚠︎ sub!chris gets passed around by you and your friends, hints of dubcon, slightly pervy!chris, intoxication, handjob m!receiving, oral sex, pet names, a cheeky slap, passing out

you aren't lying to chris about the details of your birthday sleepover, you're just withholding information. 

information that he, for some reason, thinks is pretty crucial when he walks through your front door to find himself surrounded by a huge group of beautiful women. he smiles politely at them before grabbing your wrist and pulling you to a quiet corner.

“oh! you okay, chris?”

“uh, yeah! totally fine. just, uh… just wondering if there's gonna be any more guys coming?”

your brows furrow in thought for a second before you smile and shake your head. “nope! i think it's just you.”

“right. right.” he nods slowly and drags his hand over his mouth, looking over his shoulder at all your friends. most of them are already in pajamas, little sleep shorts and tiny tank tops, and they're already doing all the stereotypical girl sleepover shit chris thought only happened in movies, like braiding each other’s hair and pillow fighting.

“hey,” you frown and place your hand on chris's arm to regain his attention. “that's not a problem, is it?”

“no! no.” he answers a little too quickly. 

“we're gonna have so much fun!” you give him an excited hug, and chris takes a sharp breath. you're not wearing a bra under your sleep shirt, and he can feel your tits pressing against his chest. this is gonna be a long fucking night.

“you need to get into your pajamas!” you exclaim, tugging him into the nearest bathroom.

chris sighs and sets his backpack down on the counter, pulling out a pair of plaid pajama pants and a tshirt that looks identical to the one he's already wearing. the two of you stand there looking expectantly at each other, until he raises an eyebrow and gestures to the door.

“oh! you want privacy. i'll just turn around!” you grin cheerfully and turn your back to him. “sorry, me and the girls usually just change in front of each other.”

“yeah, well, i’m not one of the girls.” chris mutters as he drops his jeans to the floor.

“tonight you are! are there any activities you wanna do?”

chris wants to say make it through the night without getting a visible erection, but he just opts for, “as long as there's food, i'm good.”

“totally. well, i guess me and the girls were kind of thinking… only if you'd be up for it, of course…”

chris frowns. whatever you're about to ask him, it can't possibly be good.

“can we do your makeup?” 

oh. “uh… i guess so? why, though?”

“because it's super fun, and you'd look really cute. and it's super fun!”

“are you drunk already?” 

you don't like his accusatory tone, so you take a peek over your shoulder. “are you in your pajamas yet?”

he has been for a minute now, so you drag him out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen. “guys, he said yes!”

“oh, yay!” one of your friends exclaims.

“stay here.” you say to him before rushing to your room to grab your makeup bag. the other girls push chris into a seat, and when you return with the makeup, they all start grabbing products.

each girl takes a turn for every step, and for reasons unbeknownst to chris, they're all deciding to sit on his lap while they do it. it's a small chair, so he has to hold onto their waists to keep them steady, and he's really struggling to hold himself together. they’re all speaking so gently to him as they swipe fluffy brushes or soft sponges across his face. the girl who does his eye makeup tells him to look down while she works, which brings his eyes in direct contact with her tits. fuck.

the last girl swipes gloss over his lips, and you step forward to squeeze his cheeks together. “doesn't he look so cute, guys?”

“adorable!”

“so fucking cute.”

his cheeks burn at the attention, and at the fact that he probably looks fucking stupid right now, but before he can get up to scrub his face in the bathroom, you're dragging him up by his wrist again and leading everyone to sit in the centre of the room.

“who wants to play some games?” you ask.

general noises of assent come from everyone in the room, apart from chris, who sits there tight-lipped. there's a glint in your eye he just doesn't trust.

“what are you guys up for? spin the bottle? truth or dare?”

“let’s do a drinking game!” one of your friends shouts, and a few others nod and hum in agreement.

“okay… how about truth or drink, then?” that seems to get people going, so you turn to your friend violet with a mischievous grin.

“violet. what’s the longest you’ve gone without having sex?”

she hums in thought for a second. “i think the longest i’ve gone… maybe six months?” she laughs. “you gotta make the questions harder if you want people to drink, babe.”

you smile and roll your eyes. “alright, fine. since you're such a pro, you ask someone a question.”

violet scans the room for a minute before her eyes land on chris.

“chris!” she smiles innocently. he can already feel his face turning red as all eyes fix on him. “hmm… what's your most shameful fantasy?”

that question brings forth a few scattered giggles, and chris shakes his head and immediately reaches for a shot glass. “i'm keeping that to myself, sorry, everyone.”

“pussy!” you yell as violet pats you on the back with a smug grin on her face.

“that's just how it's done, babe.”

a few rounds and filthy questions later, the attention is back on chris as some redhead he doesn't recognise chooses to ask him.

“chris…” she pauses to think for a second. “what's your favourite position?” 

if chris's face wasn't red as a tomato before, it definitely is now. a collective “ooo” sound fills the room as everyone awaits his response. he really wouldn't like to answer this, but he doesn't want to get blackout drunk, so he has to start answering some questions.

“uh… i — i don't… um, cowgirl?”

his voice is meek as he forces out an answer, and after a brief pause, the room erupts into laughter. he tries to laugh along with everyone, but from across the room, you can tell how embarrassed he is. your eyes narrow slightly as you study his expressions. 

when he's around his guy friends, he's the epitome of confidence, constantly bragging about how many ‘bitches’ are in his DMs, begging to suck his dick. but now, he's flustered, covered in blush and glitter, and too embarrassed to say the word cowgirl. it's a welcome change, you think.

“guys, stop laughing!” you butt in, barely holding back a laugh yourself. “he could've said, like, prone bone or something.” that brings forth another outburst of laughter, and this time chris is actually involved.

people get braver and drunker as the game progresses, making their questions even dirtier. chris has no choice but to keep drinking, and by the time you stop the game, he can barely feel his face.

“anybody wanna watch a movie?” you ask. the girls agree, and everybody gets up to grab snacks and claim a seat on the couch.

chris can't bear to be in this makeup any longer, so he goes to the bathroom to scrub his skin clean, and by the time he gets back, you're already sandwiched on the couch in between two of your friends.

he sighs and tries to sit as close to you as he can, just separated by a couple of girls. the couch soon fills up, and a blonde girl chris doesn't recognise walks in from the kitchen a minute later.

“oh, no! am i too late for a seat?” she whines in disappointment. 

you sit up to scan the room, and gesture casually at chris. “you can sit on chris's lap. he has, like, unfairly thick thighs.”

chris can barely make eye contact with the girl as she smiles innocently at him. “oh, you wouldn't mind, would you?”

he forces himself to reciprocate the smile and shakes his head. “nah, you're all good.”

she positions herself on his lap, pressing her back against his chest and slotting her legs between his slightly spread ones. she turns to look at him over her shoulder. “thanks! i’m ellie, by the way.”

“yeah, nice to meet ya.” he keeps his hands firmly at his sides and waits for her to turn around again before letting out a deep sigh. how the fuck is he gonna sit through this whole movie?

the girl closest to the lightswitch flicks it off, letting the tv illuminate the room as your friends settle on some cheesy rom com. a few minutes into the movie, chris finds himself calming down. having ellie on his lap isn't so bad after all.

that is, until she starts squirming around on top of him. it starts gradually, with her only moving every few minutes, but it quickly becomes more frequent as she struggles to make herself comfortable.

chris risks a glance down at his lap to see that her shorts have ridden up until practically her whole butt is on display. he can feel his cock rising in his sweats, and he has to bite down on his lip to avoid making any noise.

after some more shuffling, ellie lets out a small sound of frustration and turns around to whisper in his ear.

“chris, is there something in your pocket? i’m just finding it hard to get comfy, cause something's digging into my butt.”

chris thinks he could die right now, on the spot. what can he even say to the poor girl?

“uh… yes, but i can't move it. sorry.”

“hm?” she reaches around to try and grab at the offending object, instead squeezing firmly at the outline of chris’s dick through his pajama pants. “ohhh…” she lets out a soft giggle, quiet enough for just him to hear.

chris knows he should be mortified right now, but his mind is just a little too fuzzy to think straight, and before he realises what he's doing, he places his hand on top of hers, guiding her to rub it through his clothes.

to chris's dismay, ellie can’t stifle her giggle this time, grabbing the attention of everyone else in the room. someone pauses the movie, and you speak up.

“guys, what's going on? we're trying to watch the movie.”

once everyone's eyes land on ellie and chris, most of them gasp, and one girl flicks the light on to expose the two of them.

“what the fuck?” 

“holy shit!”

“guys, it's not my fault!” ellie giggles. “chris got hard from me sitting on him, and he just started moving my hand like this.”

“chris, is that true?” you ask accusingly. 

“n-no! it's… i wasn't… i didn't…” he whines in frustration, unable to get his thoughts in order due to the combination of his drunkenness and the warmth and gentle pressure he's getting from ellie’s hand, which she still hasn’t moved. 

“that's gross.”

“seriously, so weird.”

that doesn't stop everyone from crowding round to get a closer look, and before chris realises what's going on, ellie is standing up off his lap while various hands grab at his pajamas and boxers.

“hey, wait… stop it…” chris mumbles, closing his thighs and covering his half-clothed dick with his hands. his half-hearted protests don't convince anyone, and soon his pants and underwear are pooled around his ankles. his cock rests against his tummy, the tip leaking and flushed a shade of red even brighter than his cheeks.

everyone's eyes are on his dick now, and general sounds of approval fill the room.

“it's cute!”

“totally.”

“i don't know, i prefer them longer.”

as he feels an unfamiliar hand wrap around his cock, he blinks open his weary eyes in search of you, a familiar and comforting face amongst all this confusion. 

he flinches as he feels you lean over his shoulder from behind the couch to whisper in his ear, “you're okay. you can be good for us, right?”

“yeah…” he nods slowly, turning his head to look up at you. you squeeze his cheeks as he looks at you with his wide puppy eyes. you can't quite believe you have him in this position, naked and sprawled out on the couch in front of all your friends, looking up at you with pure, drunken adoration in his eyes. 

the first girl, your friend louise, is stroking chris's cock at an agonisingly slow pace, which makes his thighs twitch and squeeze together. that prompts a collective “awww” and chris feels a few hands gently rubbing his thighs and pulling them open again.

you're still stroking his hair encouragingly as another girl yells, “i want a turn!”

suddenly a new hand is on his cock, stroking him at a much faster pace, much more rough than he's ready for. he squeals, a sound he doesn't think he's ever produced before, as his hips buck and his back arches.

you frown and lean forward. “hey, gentle, okay? he's not a toy, phoebe.”

phoebe pouts and slows down her strokes. “looks like a toy to me.”

chris huffs at that, but he knows he can't argue. just look at him.

the intense pleasure makes his mouth drop open slightly, and before long, he can feel a girl's fingers forcing their way between his lips. he doesn't protest, but instinctively closes his mouth around her digits and starts to suck.

he hears a girl gasp, presumably the owner of said fingers, who exclaims, “oh my god, he's so cute!”

“right?” another girl agrees. “i just wanna put him in my pocket and keep him for myself.”

“i know, he's like a little puppy or something.”

chris whines and sucks harder. he's never been spoken about in this way, but it's making him feel a different type of pleasure than what he's used to.

just as he thinks the combined words and touches might finally make him cum, he hears a quieter voice say, “can i try?” and phoebe’s hand is removed from his cock.

he whines over the loss of contact, a sound that is quickly cut off by the sensation of a pair of lips kissing up the length of his dick. he whimpers and bucks his hips again, muttering pleasepleaseplease under his breath, until he feels her pause and pull away. 

you notice your friend's expression as she hesitates. “chris, wait a sec. you okay, mia?”

she nods. “just… i've never actually done this before…” 

chris opens his eyes to look at the girl in front of him. she's nervously chewing her bottom lip, looking over chris's shoulder at you for guidance.

he sits up slightly. “you want me to help? c'mon, it's easy,” he grips the base of his cock and directs it towards her. “y’see the tip there? can you try just giving it a little lick? like i’m ice cream or something.”

she smiles and gives his tip a few kitten licks, collecting the precum that’s been leaking for some time now.

“yeah, good girl. can you suck on it for me? don't have to take any more than the tip for now. that's it.”

he sighs in relief as her lips wrap around his tip, sucking gently as her hand wraps around his base.

“yeah, that's it, mia.” another one of your friends smiles encouragingly at her.

she gets a little braver and starts to take more of him into her mouth. chris whines, covering his face with his hands as he squirms beneath her.

“oh my god, i can't… it's too—” he whimpers and tangles his hand in her hair, trying to force her head down before one of your friends yells, “hey! don't fucking push her!”

before he realises what he's done, both his arms are being lifted and pinned behind his head, and someone even risks a slap on his cheek.

chris has never been slapped during anything sexual before, and to his surprise, the sudden impact has him spilling out into mia's mouth, his breath shuddering as he tries to figure out what the hell just happened.

“say sorry to mia.” chris hears your chastising voice behind him, and he opens his eyes to look at the girl in front of him. her eyes are wide with shock, cum dripping from her lips and chin, but to chris's relief, there's a satisfied smile on her face.

“i’m… i’m so sorry… i swear i don't normally—”

“it's okay. i'm sure you can make it up to me.” her voice is still shy, but there's something in her easy forgiveness that chris doesn't quite trust.

it's not long until he's laying on his back on the couch with mia straddling his face, devouring her pussy like his life depends on it. at this point, his life might actually depend on it. your friends are clearly insane.

mia’s whining and holding on to the hands of two of your friends for support. they're standing around her, praising her with sweet voices for being so brave.

chris is thoroughly enjoying himself, as is she. chris can tell by the way she grinds on top of his face, slowly inching her body forward until his nose and mouth are fully enveloped in her dripping folds. 

he can't breathe anymore, but he can't bring himself to care. he probably should, because the combination of the lack of oxygen and the amount he's had to drink is starting to make him feel a little… lightheaded.

his eyes fly open and he sits up, coughing and spluttering with a force that racks through his body. he lifts his hand to his mouth to find it covered in cum, presumably from your friend, whose name he can’t bring himself to recall. his head is pounding, and he glances down to find a puddle of cum on his stomach. what happened? 

“oh, guys, he's awake.” chris hears a voice from the kitchen, and soon everyone comes walking back over to the couch.

“what—” chris's first attempt at speaking is completely inaudible as his throat is completely sore and croaky. he coughs and tries again. “what happened?”

“oh, you passed out while mia was riding your face.” one of your friends volunteers. “you were only out for, like… an hour?”

chris glances down at the state of his stomach. “is that all?”

you crouch down next to where he's sitting and gently rub his shoulder. “don't worry about any of that, okay?”

“but… did you guys do something to me?” you can tell chris is starting to get a little panicked, so you sit next to him and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“no, puppy. you came untouched after you passed out. it was really cute.”

chris frowns and lifts a hand to his pounding head. he feels extremely vulnerable right now, naked and confused on your couch with all of your friends looking down sat him in pity. and since when were you calling him puppy?

one of your friends walks in from the kitchen holding two pills and a bottle of water. 

“open.” she says, kneeling in front of him. chris frowns but does as she says anyway. he can definitely do this himself, but he doesn’t mind so much once he’s swallowed the pills and your friend calls him a good boy. he can already feel his headache dissipating and his eyelids starting to feel heavier.

“you want help getting cleaned up?” your voice is so, so soft, and chris feels like he could get lost in it forever. he looks up at you and nods like you just offered to save his life, and before he knows it, all of your friends are fussing over him, wiping him up with towels and kissing all over his body.

chris is too weak to move. he just tilts his head back and lets it all happen to him, looking up at you with sleepy eyes. once he's clean, everyone sits around him, including you, enveloping him in warmth, and he feels himself starting to drift off.

“can you say thank you to everyone?” you prompt, lifting his chin with your hand.

“mm… thanks, guys…” he mumbles.

“best sleepover ever, right?”

“uh huh…”

guys i was gonna add pegging but i was too scared

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[sturnlsstuff]

he better chill before i get him pregnant

[chrattbrat]

christopher “loves to grab your titties” sturniolo.

he wouldn’t even grab them in a sexual way all the time. he just loves how they feel in his big hands & how he can really get a good couple handfuls. he’d absentmindedly play with them while you’re cuddling and he’s laying on your chest. he’d fall asleep on them and tell you how comfy they are to use as a pillow. he’d grab them casually as you walk by or maybe even motorboat you just to be a goofball.

but when you’re actually having sex? ooooof. he’d grab onto your tits while he’s pounding into you because he loves the way they shake and bounce for him when he’s fucking you hard. and then when he’s finally ready to cum? of course he’s cumming all over your titties so he can just lean back and stare at how pretty they look covered in his cum.

that is all thank you.

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[angelicckisses]

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🕸️ ⸝⸝ ♯STURNIOZ KINKTOBER '25 .ᐟ 

fratboy!chris likes making shy!reader cry during sex. he likes it so much that he can't help but have a little taste.

→ warnings. dacryphilia (when someone gets turned on by tears/crying).

you sit on the edge of chris' bed, a look of worry written across your face as you eyes follow him pacing back and forth the room, movements sharp and restless. his jaw is clenched so tight you're almost afraid it might snap from the force, and his eyes hold a dangerous look, set in a permanent glare.

you shift, the mattress creaking softly under your weight, but he doesn't acknowledge the sound—or you, for that matter. you're unsure what's wrong with him. sure, you've seen him annoyed before, angry, even. but this? this is something else entirely.

it's unsettling in a way.

"... chris?" you speak softly, a whisper that comes out shaky. he doesn't respond, of course. his glare stays fixed on the ground, his fingers twitching by his sides in frustration before rubbing at his jaw line.

the silence stretches. it's loud, it's uncomfortable, and your concern only deepens.

so, you try again, a little louder this time. "are you okay?"

that gets you a reaction, though it's not the one you were hoping for as his head snaps toward you, eyes locking onto yours. they're sharp and piercing, full of something your try to read. but whatever it is, it sends a shiver down your spine.

"do i look okay to you, kid?" he snaps, tone biting. it's definitely not the first time he's spoken to you like this, but it still stings as your gaze lowers to your lap. there's no point in pushing him for an answer when he's like this, you've learned that much over the past.

"i was just worried," you murmur softly, defending your question. chris lets out a humourless laugh, shaking his head as he resumes his pacing. "worried. a'ight."

his voice drips with that usual sarcasm you're used to, but there's an edge to it that makes your chest tighten this time around. he's spiralling, and you have no fucking idea how to help... or if he even wants it.

"chris," you try again. you know you shouldn't but you can't help it. "what... whatever's bothering you, you can—"

"don't," he cuts you off sharply, his glare settling back on you. "no, kid."

you swallow hard at the finality in his tone, your fingers twisting together anxiously. the silence stretches again, and you feel like you're suffocating under the weight of it. he's still pacing, still fuming, and you feel utterly helpless as you can't do anything but sit there and watch.

maybe you should leave. maybe you should go hang out with kitty downstairs, or maybe you should just go home to give him space to cool down. you being here isn't needed, you're only making things worse it seems.

then, just before you can stand, chris stops abruptly. his back is still facing you, his shoulders rising and falling with uneven breaths. and for a brief moment, you think he might actually say something—to explain what's going on and let you inside his head for the first time.

but he's silent as he turns around, giving you that look that's intense. predatory and heated. it sends a jolt through you, one that you feel in every nerve in your body and makes the hairs stand straight. your breath catches in your throat as he takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, his gaze refusing to waver.

"chris?"

he doesn't answer, he doesn't need to. his eyes say everything as he takes another step toward you.

your heart is pounding now, your pulse echoing like a drum in your ears as he closes the distance between you. he just stands there, towering over your sitting form as you tilt your head up to look at him, your wide eyes meeting his dark ones, and you realise far too late that you've been holding your breath.

because when you part your lips to welcome in air, he snaps.

his hands shoot out, grabbing the collar of your shirt and pulling it over your head in one swift pull, causing you to let out a surprise squeak at the sudden action. your eyes widen, and your words die at the tip of your tongue as chris doesn't stop, his hands tugging at the waistband of your pants, almost breaking the zipper as he pulls them down roughly your legs.

your jeans pool around your ankles, stuck around your shoes, and chris grunts in annoyance at the obstacle in his way. with force, chris rips off your shoes before yanking your jeans the rest of the way, not caring that he's ripped them in the process as the fabric gives way easily under his strength.

with uneven breathes, you pant as you stare up at him, clad only in your bra and panties, feeling exposed under chris' gaze as he begins to rid himself of his clothing, practically tearing them off himself with quick work.

your eyes move south, taken aback by the sight of his cock already straining painfully against his boxers, slapping against his stomach when he removes the material. he wraps a hand around his cock, giving himself a few slow pumps as he moves closer to you, positioning himself between your legs.

chris' stares at your cunt that's covered by the cotton of your panties, the corner of his lips twitching at the sight of you already wet—leaking. he hooks his fingers into the side of them, pulling them aside impatiently, the damp fabric stretching before finally giving way with a sharp ripping sound.

a whine bubbles at the back of your throat, frowning as you watch him discard your ruined panties to the side without a care in the world. you're unable to say anything about it, though. especially when he notches the head of his cock against your entrance, giving you one last, dark look before he slides into you fully.

you cry out sharply as he bottoms out, the air knocking out of your lungs. your back arches off the bed, and he gives you no time to adjust as his hips snap forward repeatedly, driving into you again and again.

the obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room along with your breathless mewls and chris' heavy groans in your ears, holding you in place while he takes what he wants while your hands scramble to his back, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin as you cling to him.

your head thrashes, each brutal thrust rocking your entire body, your gummy walls fluttering and clenching around his cock as your arousal coats him. then, you feel his teeth sink into the tender flesh of your shoulder, biting down hard to leave a mark all while pounding against your cervix, balls slapping against your ass.

everything's becoming too much for you to handle all at once. the tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of it all—the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness of him inside you, the pleasure, the intensity.

you're dizzy, you're shaking, and you're whimpering. you trying so hard to hold yourself together, but you can't. and eventually, you start to cry, the tears streaming down your warm cheeks.

chris pulls his mouth away from your shoulder to look at you, and when his eyes meet yours, he can see the tears coating your face. he watches it happen through heavy lids, the sight of you breaking beneath him making him feel something he can't explain.

but it's hot. it's heavy.

one hand moves from your waist to slide up, gripping onto your jaw, tilting your head back to look at you fully. you can barely see him through blurred vision, but you can see his head lean down before you feel his tongue drag along your cheek, licking up your tears.

you're stunned, the gesture oddly tender amidst the brutal fucking, unable to form a coherent thought as all you can do is just lay there and take it while he pounds into you and licks your salty tears.

it only gets worse when you feel the subtle lap of chris' tongue at the corner of your mouth, catching a stray tear. you breath hitches, your eyes widen, struggling to process the conflicting emotions that are suddenly surging through you.

you don't think he's noticed what he's just done as he continues lapping back at your cheek, and a part of you wants to recoil from it—to bring it up and question him about the surprising and not-so-chris-like gesture. but another part, somewhere hidden deep within, craves more of this touch, the one that makes you belly swirl and face feel warm.

but instead, as always, you keep your curious and unwelcomed questions at bay, whimpering softly as you grip his shoulders, trying your best to anchor yourself as you focus on the way his cock aims directly at that spongy spot inside of you with every harsh thrust.

chris' movements get rougher, his rhythm breaking, and you can sense his orgasm is approaching as he finishes lapping up your tears and starts to mumble filthy things under his breath.

"fuuuuck. shit," he moans, hips grinding into yours, balls pressing to your ass as he grunts in your ears. "gonna make me fuckin' cum."

his hands move back to grip your waist, his fingers digging into the soft skin as you tighten around him weakly, your cunt suctioning around him a little too greedily. he lets out a groan at the feeling, and it's just enough to finally send him over the edge.

"bun—oh fuck," he hisses, his head dropping forward as his body stills, his rocking back and forth as he pumps himself inside you. you feel it, every warm spurt coating your inner walls as he empties himself with weak movement, filling you up to much that it begins to leak around his cock, dripping messily down your folds and coating his balls.

you tremble as you follow close behind, cumming around him with feeble pulses, abdomen tensing and loosening repeatedly as you gasp through it. your face is sticky with his saliva, your inner thighs coated with his release, your pussy full to the brim. it's a little uncomfortable and overwhelming, and you're in desperate need of a shower as chris pulls out of you with a loud and lewd wet squelch, his softening cock bobbing between his thighs.

but, you don't move, you remain put, staring at him with all different kind of emotions swirling through your veins. that brief contact from earlier of his tongue touching the corner of your mouth comes to mind again, and your face heats up, lips pressing together tightly.

that's the closest he's ever come to—

"the fuck you starin' at me for?" chris' blunt and harsh tone breaks you out of your thoughts, and you blink repeatedly to regain normality, watching as he pushes himself up to his knees with a drawn out breath, running his fingers through his tousled hair as he glances down at his cock covered in your mixed release. "need a shower. comin' or what?"

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[angelicckisses]

holy shit.

[mattsstarlet]

# 1. 🐾 ꒰ mattsstarlet’s one year special: kinktober . ꒱

pornstar!matt fucking camgirl!reader before a costume party.

contains: mask kink, slight fear play, mirror sex.

“hurry up, candy, the earlier we get there the sooner we can leave.” matt huffs, walking into his bedroom, his jaw clenching at the sight of you in your cheeky halloween costume; a black corset hugging your curves matched with a tiny ruffled skirt that barely went past your ass, his eyes lingering on your tight lace stockings, making your legs look much slender in the black versace pumps he bought you a few months ago.

you paid him zero mind as you were adjusting the bunny ears on your head, your hands giving your hair some more volume until they paused, falling to your side as a frown appeared on your glossy lips once you took notice of his costume— if wearing a black shirt that hugged his frame and showed off his tattoos with a pair of black jeans was even called a costume.

“where’s your costume?”

he holds up the ghostface mask, his fingers decorated with leathered gloves, slightly gleaming underneath the light. “this is my costume, i’m not wearing that fuck ass black gown— whatever the fuck it is.” he remarks with a scoff, annoyingly throwing his head back from impatience as you reached for your phone on the counter. “can we go?”

“put it on, i want a cute scary picture first.” you giggle, holding up your phone once you had the desired app on your screen, a shiver running down your spine the moment he put the sulking, pale mask on, looking much more intimidating than he already was. his head creepily tilts while his hands slowly graze your hips, pressing his chest against your figure.

matt noticed the sudden change in the air, filling up with a dark desire as you stare right back at him, your lips parting while your breath hitches once his veiny hands dip underneath your skirt, tracing the outline of your skimpy thong.

“too scary, bunny?”

he tsks feeling the tiny dampness of your clothed pussy, your piece of fabric pooling around your covered feet with a single tug. “nah you’re not scared, huh?” his cock sprung out the moment he lets it free, giving himself a few strokes to get worked up, his tip politely teasing your hole.

"im talking to you." he plunges in without a warning, muffling your squeals with his palm, your own instinctively reaching up to hold a tight grip around his arm for leverage. the way he spoke was so mysteriously attractive, making you feel dizzy and dumb, falling for whatever fifthly script he was playing. "look at yourself, bunny. dumb little rabbit going brainless on a mans cock."

"didn’t they teach you not to talk to strangers? let alone let them fuck you?" he murmurs, dark and rough. his pace was too aggressive, your whines and sobs joining the harsh sound of his hips clapping against your ass all the while your cunt clenched tightly around his base. you drooled all over his glove, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues to plow into you, whispering disgusting words that made your tummy pool with warmth.

"what if i hurt you right now, hm?" his hand on your hip now wrapping around your neck, a firm possessive grip. "too empty to even think about your safety." you moan against the thick fabric, your lashes fluttering as you blurringly stare into the mirror, his covered face nuzzling into your neck, smelling the tiny faint scent of your perfume. "that's right bunny, keep them big eyes open as i fuck you."

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ starting off with a typical ghostface fic, yk i had to make it pornstar!matt. today marks my one year anniversary, thank you so so much for the support and love <3 so excited for my kittytober :3

໑ wanna get kinky? join my freaky taglist.

[sturniphone]

    ⸻ 𝓚𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑  ⊹    𓈒     

⠀ ݁ 𝓓𝐀𝐘 ::  𝟏𝟐

˖   ‎ ❜୧ p!link 𑇛 ˖ :: requested here you're going trick or treating at bsf!chris' and angels house ⊹    𓈒  

˖‎ ‎ ࣪‎ ‎ ૮₍‎ ‎ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊 𓈒 ˙ . . .

you’re supposed to be just friends but your needy cunt is slick and messy, grinding up and down chris’s thick shaft, both of you naked, panting, juices mixing, clit catching every ridge—he won’t push in, terrified of ruining everything, but the filthy slide of your weeping hole dragging along his length is torture, both of you shaking, whimpering, dripping, each grind pushing him closer to breaking, his precum smearing against your folds as you moan his name like you’re already his

₊   𝓢𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝓢𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝓕𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝓛𝐎𝐋𝐀 ֹ    ˖ falling in love with p!links

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kinktober┆ © 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 2025

( theme inspo from @/barrysluv )

[sturnioz]

⟡ ݁⌇ ❛ INTRODUCING ─── ⸝⸝ ♯STURNIOZKINKTOBER'25 .ᐟ

NOTES ! as always, if i don't post on the day it's supposed to be posted, they'll be released whenever i am available (i get busy during october). this years kinktober is going to be darker than last years.

WARNINGS ! nsfw, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, stalker behaviour, dark content(dubcon/noncon), costume kink, unprotected sex, oral, handjob, rimjob, creampies, humping, solo masturbation, ripping clothes, hair pulling, biting, rough sex, groping, pussy slaps, blood, breast play, minor character deaths, (these will be paired with their respective prompts) -> i will be writing for some of my aus, and normal matt/chris.

⟡ OCT 20 ⋮ ❝KEEP ME DOWN.❞ ⸝⸝ matt sturniolo contains. nsfw, exhibitionism, oral (female receiving), hair pulling, light biting. porn with little plot.

⟡ OCT 22 ⋮ DACRYPHILIA. ⸝⸝ fratboy!chris x shy!reader contains. nsfw, dacryphilia, licking tears, rough sex, ripping clothes, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, porn with little plot.

⟡ OCT 24 ⋮ ❝SMELLS LIKE YOU.❞ ⸝⸝ stalker!matt x apple!reader contains. nsfw, dark and stalker behaviour, bed humping, scent sniffing, solo masturbation, porn with heavy plot.

⟡ OCT 26 ⋮ ORAL. ⸝⸝ chris sturniolo contains. nsfw, oral (female receiving), porn with no plot.

⟡ OCT 28 ⋮ COSTUMES. ⸝⸝ fratboy!matt x confident!reader contains. nsfw, costume kink (reader is dressed as catwoman, matt is dressed as batman), groping, ripping clothes, minimal pussy slaps, unprotected sex, porn with little plot.

⟡ OCT 30 ⋮ PUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT THERE. ⸝⸝ fratboy!art(oc) x bsf!nick contains. nsfw, oral (both males receiving and giving), handjob, rimjob, hair pulling, dirty talk, teasing, porn with plot.

⟡ OCT 31 ⋮ BLOOD(&)LUST. ⸝⸝ vampire!matt x fem!reader (fic) contains. dark nsfw, dubcon/noncon, horror aspects, character deaths, heavy mentions of blood throughout (blood sharing + drinking), biting, marking, breast play, dry humping, unprotected sex, open ending.

©STURNIOZ 𐔌 . all rights reserved.

[angelicckisses]

oh i’ve been waiting for thiss 😩😩

[mattflvwr]

chris take ur hat off more you're sexy

[sunrisemill]

I’d combust if he even glanced at me like that

[sturnsmadl]

texts from babydaddy!chris part 15.

a/n: idk if this makes sense to ya'll but u r gonna hate chris' parents so so bad, extremely sorry for these being bad considering the long wait

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[cinnamonsturns]

where chris multitasks while watching a movie...

warnings: nsfw content. porn with no plot. fingering. slight dirty talk.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 chris sturniolo x fem!reader

chris wanted to watch a movie. you wanted him. he proposed a compromise, which is you sitting between his spread legs, back against his chest, movie playing seamlessly on the tv in front of you both all with his hand stuffed into the front of your panties. 

if you didn’t know chris so well, you’d think he wasn’t paying attention to the movie, the way his fingers move perfectly in and out of your pussy, rubbing your clit right when you need it. but you do know him, and you know his eyes are glued to the screen. 

your whines and mewls are barley stifled with your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers gripping his thighs. he doesn’t even have to hold you open, your legs staying parted because you wanted this so badly. 

wet squelching fills the room as his fingers curl inside of you,  your hips bucking against his hand with a soft whine. he tuts from behind you, and you can feel him shake his head. 

“jesus,” he drawls, fingers curling even deeper inside of you “gonna have to turn the volume up, can barley hear the movie over this greedy pussy.” 

your cheeks burn, squeezing your legs shut to try and stifle the noise. his fingers don’t let up, and his free hand that splayed against your stomach to hold you back against his chest grips your thigh, tugging it effortlessly back open. 

your head tips back against his shoulder when the heel of his palm grinds against your clit, and you can feel his breath puffing hotly against your neck before he places a few chaste kisses along the column of your throat. 

you can feel his cock hardening against your back, and you give a desperate whine in hopes for more, but his eyes stay mostly locked on the screen. his fingers are methodical and almost slow, but they’re building a perfect knot in your tummy. 

“chris,” you hiccup out, squirming slightly in front of him, “gonna make me cum.”

he gives a low hum, acknowledging your half warning, half plea. you shift a bit back against his chest, head craning back against his shoulder with a pout. you want his attention, but he’s caught up in this dumbass movie. 

he feels your relentless wiggling, head tilting to look at you. when he sees the desperation all over your face, a shameless smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. 

“yeah?” he coos softly, “want me to kiss you while you cum on my fingers?” 

you nod desperately, and his head dips down to close the gap. he kisses you deeply but messily, filthy to match the obscene sounds his hand is making between your legs but deeply to ground you. 

he swallows your gasps and hiccups as you cum, working his fingers into your pussy until your thighs clamp so hard around his hand he can’t move it any longer. he pulls your bottom lip between it teeth, tugging it as he pulls away. 

he takes in your expression, floaty and sweet as you slump even further back into his chest. but a loud clash on the tv draws his attention back, and he pulls his hand from your panties, bringing it up to your lips for you to lick clean.  

you whine around his fingers, and his free hand slips between his front and your back, and you can feel him adjust his cock that’s confined by his sweatpants. your stomach bubbles with anticipation, that you’ve finally gotten his full attention. 

but when he pulls his fingers from your lips with a wet ‘pop’, he reaches to his nightstand to grab the tv remote, rewinding the last couple minutes of the movie he had just missed. you sit up to give him an incredulous look, that he seriously is going back to watching the movie. 

he doesn’t look at you, but you can see him desperately trying to suppress a laugh as he pretends to ignore you.

caroline speaks: girl if you don't let him finish that movie

©cinnamonsturns

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[angelicckisses]

IM BOUT TO NUTTT

[darksturnz]

i seen this on insta n immediately thought of chris LMAO

Chris is fucking insufferable.

Like, actually.

You could kill him.

You’re gripping the sheets, face down, barely keeping yourself together as he drags slow, deep thrusts into you from behind—each one knocking a little breath out of your lungs. The room is dim, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the walls, but it’s enough to catch the reflection in the mirror beside his bed.

And that’s when it happens.

Right as you’re about to break, jaw slack, eyes unfocused, you glance at the mirror and—

That motherfucker.

Chris is looking directly into the reflection, his brows furrowed in concentration, his lips twitching—and then he lifts a hand and fucking waves at you.

Your brain short-circuits.

“What the fuck—”

You twist slightly to glare at him over your shoulder, but Chris just grins, all dimples and mischief, like he’s not currently rearranging your guts.

“Hi Ma,” he greets casually, voice all smooth and deep, like this is some normal, everyday thing.

You’re still trying to process his audacity when he decides to double down, snapping his hips forward suddenly, and you choke on a gasp, your fingers scrambling to grip the sheets once more.

Chris hums in amusement, watching your reaction in the mirror like a damn hawk.

“What? You looked,” he points out smugly, and god, you wish you had the strength to punch him.

But you don’t.

Because he’s currently fucking you stupid.

And when he waves again, like a fucking asshole, you don’t even have it in you to be mad anymore.

You just whimper into the mattress and squeeze your eyes shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of watching you fall apart.

Doesn’t matter, though—he grabs you by the roots of your hair, forcing you to watch as he fucks you through the mirror, a shit-eating grin stretched across his face

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris needs to taste shy!reader after a long day. she's surprised and overly sensitive, but that doesn't stop him.

you know chris is coming over to your apartment today, but that didn't stop the startled yelp that slips out when you unlock the door and are instantly swept off your feet—quite literally.

his grip on your is firm, hands clamping around your ass to hoist you up, fingers digging into the meaty flesh as he adjusts his hold to carry you through the apartment toward your bedroom, ignoring your confused rambles until he kicks your bedroom door shut with a loud bang.

chris drops you onto the bed with a bounce, following you down almost immediately as his hands roam across your body, hiking your shirt up as his lips trail down your chest, leaving little painful nips and hickeys in his path.

"w-wait," you breathe out, your eyes darting to the messy corner of the room, laundry still in a pile from this morning. you're supposed to put it away, but his sudden arrival caught you off guard. the sight of it makes your stomach twist with embarrassment. "m-my clothes—"

"i don't give a fuck." his voice is flat—unbothered—cutting you off without a care as his mouth never slows along with his hands that continue to roam lower, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down as his mouth trails, his tongue hot and wet as it tastes every inch of your skin.

you lift your hips off the bed a little, and chris takes the advantage to yank your leggings down and off completely, carelessly throwing them aside. the cold air nips at your skin, but chris' hands immediately slide back up your legs to push your thighs apart, his mouth nipping and sucking marks into your inner thighs, making the heat in your belly grow.

you're pliant as his tongue slides closer to your pussy, your breath coming out in short gasps. his breath is hot against you, and you feel his fingers dig into your plush thighs to hold you still while his tongue suddenly dips between your folds to taste you.

the whine that leaves your lips embarrassing, hips twitching and bucking subtly against his face, earning you a low grown that sends shivers up your spine from the vibrations.

you can feel his hands slide up your body, grasping at the hem of your shirt to push it up to expose your breasts, and he pulls away just long enough to manhandle the shirt over your head, tossing it someplace else before his mouth returns to your clit.

"s-slow down," you moan out pathetically, your words not matching with your movements as you buck up again, your clit buzzing beneath the ministrations of his mouth and tongue.

chris doesn't respond—not with words, anyway. he just spreads your legs further apart as his tongue works your clit, his mouth sucking and licking with a familiar skill that makes your head spin erratically.

he's relentless, devouring you like a starved man, and you're weak beneath him, choking on your sounds and twitching repeatedly. you try to talk again (keyword: try.), your lips parting to form coherent words, but all that follows is high-pitched moans and whiny cries.

chris pauses for a second, pulling away to speak. "shut up."

you dare to glance down to see him already looking up at you from between your thighs, and the sight alone has your pussy pulsing with hot need. his mouth is back on you in seconds, his tongue sliding back between your folds and flicking over your clit, his pace picking up.

your hands fist and twist in your bedsheets, your back arching and head thrown against the pillows. you fail to control the volume of your moans, and his name falls from your lips repeatedly, jumbled and breathless.

your head thrashes, turning to the side, and you capture your reflection in the mirror against the wall, the lewd picture presented to you making you gasp loudly. chris hears this, opening his eyes to notice your own trained on the mirror.

he follows your gaze, and a smirk spreads across his lips against you as his hands slide down from your thighs to your ass, lifting you up just a little higher to give him a better angle.

his tongue flicks against your clit before pushing your folds open with the wet muscle, exposing you more while his eyes stay locked on yours in the mirror, a dark glint remaining there.

"look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot and heavy against your pussy, making you shiver. "fuckin' wreck, bun. been fuckin' for so long 'n you still can't handle my tongue. s'pathetic."

your chest rises and falls rapidly with each bated breath, sensitive and overwhelmed with the onslaught of sensations swirling down below as he continues while his eyes never leave yours in the mirror.

it's too much (and a little too intimate.) for you to act so natural and calm about this. then, his fingers dig into your skin, his grip on you almost bruising as he pulls you closer to his mouth, pushing you towards the brink.

"c'mon. cum for me," he demands in a low, rough whisper against your clit. he repeats it again when you don't, the demand much more firmer.

"i-i can't," you cry out, wiggling beneath him. "s'too much! mmmph!"

"yeah, you can," he laughs. "cum f'me."

with that, he shoves his face deeper between your legs again, the lapping and curling of his tongue against your clit increasing, letting you know he's not going to take no for an answer all while he holds you open, devouring you like he once was.

"just give in, bun," he mumbles against your folds, eyes flitting up to look at you. "you're makin' a mess down here—she's makin' such a mess... don't know why you're holdin' yourself back when its what she wants, yeah?"

divider credits. @issysh3ll

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