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opinions on tattoo artist!matt?

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Daddy come home I missyou

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SUMMARY ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ dilf!matt fucking waitress!reader in the backseat of his car after helping her get pulled of work early !!

WARNINGS :: smut, p in v, overstimulation, car sex, petnames (sun, sunny, sunshine, baby), swearing, etc

NOT PROOF—READ

“oh! oh my god!” you moan as the car windows fog up, his large cock rams into you at a ruthless pace, not giving you a break. his cock brushed some of your most sensitive spots, making the pleasure in your tummy build with every passing second.

“we gotta be careful sunny, it’s quiet out here, can’t be too loud hm?” his hips press against yours harder now, fucking you somehow harder. his car was parked in an empty parking lot, leaving only you two.

your moans could be heard outside of the car, but you didn’t care, not when it felt this good.

“m.. matt!” his stubble scratches your shoulder as he presses his back to yours, the soft material of his hoodie “fuck sun, so good for me” you had your work uniform on still, just gotten off of work.

matt wasn’t worried about ruining your makeup, he wanted to do it, he wanted to see how pretty you looked with mascara running down your face. “wanna have you cryin’ f’me sunny” you immediately shook your head, denying him “why not, hm?”

“d- don’t wanna ruin m.. my makeup” you were serious, you had worked so hard and looked so cute then he wanted to ruin it? nuh uh. “might just have to get over that sun” he wraps his hand around your throat, making you moan again.

you didn’t expect his hand, but you also loved it.

you clenched around him as the knot started to form in your stomach, tightening more and more as time went on. pleasure was overwhelming, but it was so good that it made it so hard to pull away.

“please- please let me!” he chuckles in your ear, that deep sexy noise that makes you fold every time, and it does. “cum baby” the knot snapped, your release coats his cock as he continues to slide in and out of your slick hole, his balls slapping your swollen clit.

“oh yeah.. such a good little girl sunny” you whine in overstimulation, attempting to lunge forward, but matt only goes with you, making him go even deeper “nuh uh, you still gotta thank me for getting you out of work early sunshine”

and he got what he wanted, you crying.

© luvs4matt

a/n ᥫ᭡ had to write IMMEDIATELY after seeing this photo !! my sexy bf

[sturnsrecord]

. . . THE WAY YOU RIDE HIS FACE

he settles between your legs, spread open for him on the bed — all for his taking as his lips linger over the sensitive skin of your thighs. teasing and tender kisses, muddled with soft praises about how good you felt, and how pretty you looked.

his teasing only seems to make you more desperate, gently rocking your hips upwards every time his tongue passes over your clit — wanting more than he was giving you.

“taste so good.” he murmurs, hands gripping your thighs as he passes his tongue over you, dipping into your wet heat just to taste more.

you whine out, threading your fingers through his hair in the hopes of bringing his face closer — pushing him into your pussy.

“so desperate baby.” he mumbles against you, a small smirk on his face as you simply whine, pulling him closer as your hips continue to grind forward. “fuckin’ needy.” he adds, pulling away to catch his breath as your fingers remained tangled in his hair, pulling at the roots.

“just— feels good.” you admit, sighing a little as he looks up at you, brows furrowed a little as he tries to read your face — like you had more to say.

“is this not enough?” he asks softly, peppering kisses along your thighs and over your pussy, merely touching you as he asks the question.

you let out a shaky breath, body burning hot from whatever had gotten you so worked up in the first place. “i-i… i don’t know.” you admit quietly.

he thinks for a second, lips brushing over you like he didn’t wanna stop despite having to talk. “hm. you want something else?” he asks suggestively, clearly suggesting his dick.

you think for a second, more frustrated than anything. “no— i dunno.” you sigh in defeat, unable to ignore the throb of your cunt — and the way your whole body felt on edge, craving a release.

“i want your mouth— just want…” you trail off, reaching down to run your thumb over his lip, so transfixed on the plushness of them — and honestly his entire face. something about it just made you want it.

his eyes bore up into yours as he lets your thumb rest on his bottom lip, gently parting them — but not enough to push your finger in. “tell me what you want.” he whispers, just wanting to make you feel good.

“your mouth.” you mumble back, transfixed on the way your thumb pressed into his lip, so soft and plump. “just… wanna do it.”

hir brows furrow slightly, fingers still resting on your pussy, mindlessly playing with it. “you wanna do it?” he clarifies, trying to understand what it is you wanted.

there’s a short silence as you continue to play with his lip, just trying to not think about how frustrated you were — or more rather how bad you felt for asking for more.

but then he shifts from between your legs, sitting up slightly as he pulls away from your touch. you watch as he moves, curious as to what he was doing as he sits beside you.

“what’re you doing?” you ask softly, worried he was annoyed or hurt by what you’d said. but it was quite the opposite as he smirks, tapping your thigh.

“sit on my face.” he murmurs, saying it so casually as if it didn’t have your stomach twisting with need and anticipation. “oh.” you swallow a little, slightly taken back by how four words had got you so incredibly worked up in a matter of seconds.

“oh?” he repeats back, questioning your reaction. “you don’t want to?” he taunts, not at all taken back by your response as he looks at you — seeing that look in your eyes that made him sure of the fact you wanted to.

that you needed to.

“i-i.” you try to find the words, but your body’s so hot, and you’re so desperate to just grasp the feeling — you can’t even think or try and speak rationally. you just need it.

“stop then, just get on.” he huffs, having heard enough of your hesitation and mumbling, or whatever it was that you were doing as he lays his head back on the pillow, waiting for you.

you think for a second before shifting to straddle his face, leaving a space between him and your pussy — hesitant on how you were meant to sit and how much weight you were meant to—

“jesus, just-“ he sighs, hands firmly gripping your hips to pull you down, closing the gap. you gasp a little, feeling his tongue dip into your folds immediately — lapping you up hungrily.

“ooh, f-fuck.” you whine, face scrunching up in pleasure as you hold onto the headboard, trying to keep your balance without putting all your weight down.

he groans against you, fingers digging into your skin to keep you there as you gasp out, body tensing from the feeling of his tongue passing over your clit — and the way you were holding yourself up.

“don’t.” he mumbles against you, lips brushing over your pussy as his eyes open to look up at you, a slightly frustrated look on his face. “don’t what?” you question quietly.

“don’t hover, you’re like fuckin’…” he grips your hips harder as he speaks, trying to tell you to sit on his face properly, and put all your weight on him.

you hold onto the headboard, letting your body relax and rest on him — slightly worried about suffocating him. he groans, kissing your folds before pulling his face back to run his thumb over your clit. “atta girl.”

before you can even respond, his lips are on you, sucking and licking at your clit as he quite literally eats you — unable to do anything but that with your pussy pushed up against his mouth.

“fuuck, god matt— i-i, mm.” you moan out, one hand moving down to grip his hair to stabalize yourself, looking down to see his eyes shut in concentration, brows furrowed as his jaw clenched each time he moved to go deeper into your heat.

and only when he lets out a guttural groan do you realise the way you’d been grinding your hips, so lost in the feeling you didn’t care — simply chasing your release so desperately.

“mmgh.” he groans beneath you again as you shift forward, his tongue dipping into your cunt as your clit nudged against the tip of his nose. “ahh, shiit.” you whine.

he doesn’t even care that he can hardly breathe, hands remaining on your thighs to keep you there — feeling the way your hips rock back and forth so perfectly to grind your needy cunt against his face.

in all honesty, his dick had never been harder. hearing the way you moan so freely, taking control of what you needed by using his face like this.

he fucking loved every second of it, drunk on the taste of you — and so content with his head stuffed between your thighs.

“oh g-god.” you grit out, moving quickly against his nose, not a care in the world as you grind your hips at the perfect angle — body buzzing with the repeated stimulation of his nose buried in your pussy — rubbing over your clit.

“fuck— gonna cum, o-oh fuuck.” you moan, body sticky with sweat as you keep going, fingers only gripping onto the roots of his hair harder to keep him beneath you.

he moans into you at your words, the thought of you coming all over his face enough to have his dick twitching in his pants — pumping out enough pre cum to soak through.

“fuck matt, ooh fuuck yess— ahh.” you completely fall apart above him, feeling your release in your entire body as he continues to flick his tongue over your sopping pussy. the only thing keeping you up being matts firm grip on your hips.

it takes a second for you to catch your breath, head resting against the headboard before you climb off with shaky legs — matt still trying to get a taste as his tongue flicks over your clit.

“oh my god.” you breathe out, melting into the bed below you as he lays in silence next to you. “that was so fucking hot.” he mumbles, staring up at the ceiling, arms behind his head as he licks the taste of you off his lips.

“yeah?” you smirk, still sweating but on such a rush you couldn’t help but be cocky.

he scoffs a little, head nodding down to his crotch. “few more minutes and i would’ve cum in my fuckin’ pants.” he admits, a little out of breath.

you can’t help but smile at the prospect, looking back up at his pretty face wishing you could’ve stayed there forever.

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[dreaamdiary]

❛❛𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘❜❜ ⋆⸜ 🍓₊ ⊹ c.s + m.s

IN WHICH… matts been grumpier than usual so you and chris come to the conclusion that he needs some pussy

chris x reader (established relationship), matt x reader

the tv flickered throughout the living room , glowing on you and chris’ half-lidded faces while your curled up into each other, giggles shared in waves and passing a joint back and forth. then came a slam from the front door, jumping you out of peace and chris nearly dropping the joint.

matt stormed in like a clap of thunder, his hood up, jaw locked and shoes thudding across the floor.

“yo–” chris called with a lazy voice, “welcome back sunshine.”

he couldn’t bother to spare a single glance at the couple, stoned on the couch, just mumbling words that hardly made it past his clenched teeth. matt disappeared down the hall before either of you could get a word out, slamming the door shut again.

you turn to chris with a raised brow, he’s returning the same look, “he’s been moodier than usual right?”

chris nods his head while letting out a long exhale, tapping the ash into your glass dish. “kids been locking himself in his room, snapping at everyone like a fuckin’ asshole”

you giggle before stealing the joint from his fingers, “stop, he’s probably just in desperate need of some pussy”

chris snaps his fingers and face lights up like he’s just discovered some ground breaking epiphany. “oh shit, you’re right we gotta get him laid— or at least his dick sucked, who’d fuck matt?”

‘i will!’ your brain instantly sparked at the thought, one you’ve had for a while actually. silence falls between the two as names and faces raced through chris’ head and trying to find the right words raced through yours

your fingers fidgeted in your lap, knee frantically bounced, and lips twisted. the idea hovered in your chest like fire, hoping it wasn’t too much, but words already inching up your throat. you tucked your legs under yourself and grasped his bicep, “i don’t mind helping– only if it’s okay with you baby.”

he took a while to respond, licking his lips and leaning into you. it didn’t shock him— not really. he knew his girlfriend and the way your mind worked when you cared too much. he didn’t feel jealousy, didn’t feel like he was giving you up, if anything he felt trust— some unspoken comfort knowing it would be two people he trusted with his life. and it wasn’t like you were hiding it from him, you were open and honest which can was rare in modern relationships, and really fucking hot, if he was being real.

“you really wanna do that for him?”

you nod your head, “mhm, i actually have a conspiracy that you guys have the same dick, like it’d probably feel the same.”

His mouth tugged into a lazy grin before a quiet chuckle slipped out, “you think he’d even know what to do with you?”

“maybe not, but it’d be fun watching him try”

“you’re something else, ya know that?” chris twisted in his seat and called out toward the hallway, “matt, get out here!”

there was a pause then there he was, reappeared a minute later, brows furrowed and confusion painted across his face. “what’d you want?”

“come chill with us,” you send him a warm smile, patting the couch cushion beside you and holding the joint up for him to see.

matt exhales hard through his nose, like the idea of socializing was exhausting. he doesn’t say anything— just rolls his eyes, trudging over to the couch and snatching the joint from your hands as if he’s doing everyone a favor. he drops onto the seat with a grunt, legs spread wide and arms crossed.

you shift on your knees from chris to matt, eye level with his side profile, sharp and cold, watching him somewhat relax.

“you know we care about you a lot, right?” you started with a soft and teasing edge, “and we’ve always been so close..”

you voice was smooth like honey in his ears but not sweet enough to break his facade. matt hums low, head slightly tilted, brows pinched, and taking a slow drag of smoke.

“right”

“right, so hear me out…we think you’ve been a little on edge the past couple weeks–”

chris budges in, “she means you’ve been a bitch”

“i didn’t say that but yeah.”

chris’ hand remained on your thigh, steady and reassuring. not possessive— just present. matt takes notice before dropping his shoulders, “shut the fuck up, y’all are insane.”

“listen matt, we feel like you just need to get your dick wet, and i’m here to help, if you’re okay with it.” your voice gets higher has his glare strengthens.

“chris you hearing this?” matt shifts in his seat, glancing between you and chris, unsure if he’s allowed to be curious or not.

chris is sunken into the couch, man spread, and tracing circles on your skin. “mhm, don’t overthink it, she’s being generous.”

there’s a quick pause, then a breath through his nose, considering it more than he’d like to admit, but eventually giving in, “yeah, okay.”

your motions were swift and with purpose, you work to get matt’s pants off— boxers bunched around his ankles, chris also removing your articles of clothing and getting straight to it. your nose connected with matt’s pelvis and ass, perched up, pussy coated in slick on display for chris.

you hallowed your cheeks as your tongue flattened along his shaft, feeling each and every vein pulse, his dick slowly sliding itself down your throat and lips wrapped around his base. matt’s gasps are chocked and overwhelmed, his body is tense and his arms are draped over the couch like he didn't know what to do with them.

"oh my g- fuuckk," he throws his head back and squeezes his glossy eyes shut, pulling deep groans from his throat.

your small whimpers vibrated throughout his whole body while chris absentmindedly rubbed tight circles on your sensitive clit, attention caught up in sparking up another blunt and the movie still playing on the tv. he finally looks over to see your curls messily scattered, in your eyes and getting caught in your mouth.

"don't be afraid to touch her matt, hold her hair, push her head down too, she likes that shit," he instructed before landing a harsh smack on your ass causing you to squirm on your knees and let out a breathy moan.

matt did as he said, gathering your hair, using his hand as a ponytail holder and bobbing your head up and down his throbbing cock. you were taking him so well, so deep– like you were made for this. both of your eyes rolling and sharp lewd noises echoed and bounced off the walls.

chris held you by the waist and inserted two thick fingers inside your drenched cunt, drawing out gasp from your lips and making your inner muscles flutter around his digits. your head falls back, removing matt's dick from your mouth with a pop, managing to stroke his length with the rhythm of chris' thrusts, yours and matt's moans blending together.

"your so sexy," matt pants out, looking up at you like you were some kinda goddess with a flushed face and dark eyes you stared back, getting lost in his pretty features. chris agreed, co-signing on the statement, "so fucking sexy, baby."

their praises worked to push you over the edge, rocking into his hand as he fucked his fingers hard and fast, his knuckles deep and relentless and matt groping at your breast rolling you hardened nipples at a teasing rate.

you gathered spit in your cheeks and let it trickles down on matt's tip– bright red and angry, much like you remember chris' to be, before kitty licking the pre cum from his slit and gently squeezing his balls.

"shhh-shit, oh fuck, im cu-mming."

he bucks his hips hard and a deep growl rips from his chest as his sticky cum covers your face, getting in your eyebrows, your eyelashes, covering your lips for you to lick clean.

your back arched and hands tightly clawed at matt's thighs, leaving little crescent indents from your nails. chris sent a few slaps directly to your clit, completely doing you in, arms collapsing and your head falling on matts chest as your creamy arousal coated chris' fingers.

their breathing eventually slowed, the only sound in the room being the soft tv long forgotten and hum of the ceiling fan. you leaned back on chris' chest, keeping your fingers laced with matt's and chris shifted to kiss your shoulder before reaching over you to dap up his brother while sucking you off his other hand.

he snorts a laugh, "y'good bro?"

matt returns with a lazy smile, eyes nearly shut, "hell yeah."

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[dreaamdiary]

❛❛𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐓❜❜ ⋆⸜ 🍓₊ ⊹ c.s

in which… tensions are high during chris' fitting

fwb!chris x bambi!reader

you would describe yourself as a pretty strong woman, but even the strongest of soldiers would fold at the predicament you were currently in.

the dim lights of the dressing room shined down on you—crouched on your knees, double checking the measurements of chris' clothes and him leaning against the wall— eyes burning holes into the crown of your head, praying to god that you would look up at him.

the room was barley big enough for one body, let alone two and tension so thick it made it harder to breathe than it already was.

the soft ruffle of the demi fabric and chris' ragged breaths were the only sounds that could be heard while he allowed you to tug and adjust the pants you'd stitched for him. some baggy dark washed jeans, designed and distressed by hand and some red patch work on the back. you paired it with a boxy white tee and layered at burgundy flannel over it, logo stitched on the right side of his chest.

"okay," you muttered, more to yourself than chris, "they fit better than i expected, i won't have to do too much."

chris nods— still staring at the pile of curls, lips twitching into a lazy smirk. "so whatcha' thinking, i look good?"

and finally, he's met with those big brown eyes he claims he’s not obsessed with. even slightly annoyed and rolling they still sparkled.

“you look good…” you trailed off, nodding your head in approval, and eyes smiling, he could tell you were scheming something.

“only cause you’re in my clothes though”

“oh fuck off—” he circles his head as he tongue pokes his cheek, attempting to hold his laugh, “you know i always look good, i do really fuck with this though.”

and he wasn’t wrong, it actually mind boggles you how he managed to look good at all times and it was something particular about today that made you want to risk everything, especially in this position.

“thanks,” you clear your throat, going back to mumbling under your breath, it all being too much for you right now.

“imagine me in nothing though, shit would be insane.”

you stop in your tracks— quickly bringing your focus back to the pants and blinking rapidly at his words. you let out a awkward chuckle, already feeling heat rise up your cheeks and flutters in your stomach, “chris, stop talking.”

“no that’s boring, why’re you being so quiet?” he whines out.

“because your aren’t usually this close.”

it was chris’ turn to pause in his tracks, not believing what just came out of your mouth. flashbacks began flooding his mind. him feeling you up on the couch, making out in his car, eating you out in the kitchen, did you forget or was he going crazy. “eh, we both know that’s a lie.”

“well i like to keep my work professional, so yes we’re too close,” you go on a little rant, getting too comfortable with your movements and accidentally grazing his crotch with your knuckles.

you both freeze.

chris let’s out a stuttered breath, his eyes darkening just enough to shift the air. his body’s gone completely stiff and he clears his throat like was trying to swallow whatever noise about to escape his lips. he was undeniably flustered, but beneath the surprise was heat— slowly building and reckless, tugging at every bit of patience he had left.

“and you wanna talk about professional?”

it was like you short circuited. out of everything that could happen this had to be the worse case senario. pulling your hands back as if you just touched a hot stove, your eyes went wide and heart thudded in your ears. "oh my— sorry, i'm so so sorry, swear i didn't mean to touch you like that."

chris stupidly grinned at your panicked state, "nah you're wild."

"chris you know i would never—" before you could continue your plea he started to laugh in your face, taking a step closer to you.

"i know, just fuckin with you, keep going."

his finger reached down, brushing over that same spot you'd touched, holding your gaze and not saying a word.

your breath hitched, the warm scent of mahogany, vanilla and weed remained infiltrating your senes, making you all dizzy and you could feel the heat seeping through his boxers. chris was making it incredibly hard for you to do your job and it wasn't helping that he wouldn't look away, biting his lip at you like he was ready to munch.

your voice cracked, "i-i just have to pin the hem right quick."

his head tilted, that cocky grin playing on his plump— pink lips, he was having a fucking filed day, watching your hands shake, fumbling with the hem of his pants, moving slower than normal, it was like you were teasing him.

your fingers continued to work, removing and replacing pins until they simply couldn't anymore. chris is whimpering at your every move and his pants actively tenting in your face.

your hands pause and you sat staring at the mount before you, mouth watering and your mind ridden with filth.

"you see it," his voice was rough but quiet, dripping in lust, his tone insisting like he he had this obvious read on you.

job completely forgotten, your hands ghosted over his bulge, staring up with pleading eyes and him staring back with knitted brows, trying to recall if you've even done something like this.

"y'wanna put that pretty mouth to work instead?"

you subtly nodded and gaze going unbroken as you start to shift from side to side, core tingling and arousal pooling beneath you.

chris licks his lips and gently soothes your hair down, "go ahead sweetheart."

your hands are immediate but painfully slow, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with his boxers in one motion, cock springing out on queue and slapping his lower abdomen. you couldn't help but to let out a shaky sigh, you'd imagined him to be decently sized but clearly he exceeded your expectations.

"mmh— y’think you can take it," chris grunts as you began to jerk his dick with your nicely manicured hands.

"i can take it"

his eyes now gone wide, evidently you were full of surprises as well. you form an "O" shape with your mouth, wrapping your glossed lips around his dick, taking him at full. chris bunches your hair, using his hand as a ponytail holder before throwing his head back on the wall, "fuuuck."

𓂃⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝒯𝒜𝒢𝐿𝐼𝒮𝒯 𓂅 @sturns-mermaid @riasturns @badgallrora @sheluvsthesturniolos @courta13 @stvrniolotrxpl3ts @mattslolita @sweetheartsangel @leaningoutthewindow @sophand4n4 @chaossturns @jetaimevous

[dreaamdiary]

eaaasy white chocolate wouldn’t want you to melt 😼

these men make me loose all self respect

[chaossturns]

im soo obsessed with your theme

thank you loveee 🫶🏽

[mattsangelbaby]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

thanks.

[feelykavanagh]

🪽⋆˚࿔. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄!𝐀𝐔 ⋆˚࿔. 🪽

introducing . . .

TELEKINETIC!READER . . .

miriam myers. 17. telekinesis. loser. cigarettes. books. cds & vinyls. knee highs. earbuds. ballad of a homeschooled girl. cross chain. Bible. teen idle. stuffies. quiet. wall-e. tim burton. daddy issues. unwilling & skeptical. cares about what they think about matt being with her. secret yapper & witty. liquid smooth.

BOYNEXTDOOR!MATT . . .

matthew sturniolo. 18. lacrosse. jock. boy next door. golden retriever. teddies & flowers. ant pile. late night walks. letterman jacket. pink + white. introvert. romcoms. eeyore. die for you. considerate & stubborn. doesn't care bout everyone's opinion on his relationship with miri. patient & good listener. novacane.

( kiwi's corner 💌 )

if you couldn't already tell, this au is inspired by one of my favorite movies of all time, carrie ( 1976 ). this was first finna be a fic i wrote on my wattpad ( linked on my page navigation ) but i was impatient so i made the au here first! i'm super excited for them, so send in asks & requests for them! i love you angels as always. 💌

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𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 ୨ৎ

motherly instincts — @sturniqlo

promise — @mattscoquette

diet pepsi — @mattscoquette

always care — @bernardsbendystraws

a home for the holidays — @vanteguccir

please — @evie-sturns

swallow it — @mattsstarlet

talking to the moon — @55sturn

squeeze — @sluts4matt

matt the munch — @guiltyc0nscience

there for you — @mattscoquette

a lesson learned — @luvs4matt

laser tag — @dwntwn-strnlo

a day to forget — @vanteguccir

state fair — @sluts4matt

kissing matt under the mistletoe — @strnilolover

squirt tutorial — @issysh3ll

where dem cherries at? — @sosasturns

what argument? — @sosasturns

pornstar!matt catches camgirl!reader getting herself off in his bed. — @mattsstarlet

matt adores using his tongue on you — @v6nillaa

this is (not) easy — @sturnioz

drivers pleasure — @sturnioz

priority — @chestersturniolo

the other side of the door — @alyrasturnz

miniskirt — @mattsdolll

𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 ୨ৎ

brat — @evie-sturns

sweeter than candy — @sturnsdoll

wisdom teeth — @freshxsturniolo

say sorry — @chaossturns

victoria’s secret — @luvmila444

bsf!chris teaching inexperienced!reader how to finger herself, but he can't seem to hold back. — @st7rnioioss

little lacy set — @chrattho1

healthy healing — @bernardsbendystraws

teach me — @sturnsrecord

chris loves when you pull his hair — @wildfluer

keep cryin’ baby — @phone4pills

shower sex with chris — @mattsleftball

is it casual now? — @55sturn

pornstar!chris never learned shame — @cvnntagious

heaven and back — @sweetangelgirl7

𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 ୨ৎ

jealous 2 — @thenickgirl

bsf!nick hc’s — @sturnshood

𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒕 ୨ৎ

pornstar!matt x chris x camgirl!reader — @mattsstarlet

three is not a crowd — @junovrsmp4

eiffel tower — @whor3ing

naughty or nice 2 — @sturnsdoll

birthday sex — @sweetshuga

15 minutes — @whor3ing

espresso — @bernardsbendystraws

the final girl — @y3sterdaysproblem

i’m probably forgetting so much but yeah this is it

[chaossturns]

— omgggg , much loveeee

[leoslaboratory]

re-up - dealer!chris

The half-burnt joint between your fingers was a cruel tease, it's weak burn doing little to settle the itch in your chest. You tapped the ash into the tray, exhaling with frustration. Your stash was done for—bone dry—and the empty void it left gnawed at your nerves.

Your phone sat on the armrest of the couch you've been laid out on for what seems like hours due to boredom, glowing faintly with your latest text. Reese had already given you a firm "fuck no" to smokin' off her stash, and the only other option? Well… you scrolled to Chris’s number, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

You: Hey, pretty boy. I need to re-up.

Chris: Where you at?

Quick and to the point. Of course. He wasn’t the type to ask unnecessary questions, especially regarding a deal. Still, the rapid response made you feel some type of way, even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud.

You: Home. Door’s unlocked.

You set the phone down, heart doing that annoying little skip that always came when he was involved. Annoying because you swore you didn’t like him like that. But the way your reflection stared back at you as you walked towards to big living room mirror, adjusting your shorts said otherwise.

The knock came quicker than expected, and you called out, “It’s open!”, without bothering to get up. Chris stepped in, his blue eyes sweeping over the room before landing on you. His gaze lingered on you for a second longer than necessary before he spoke.“Dom know you’re hitting me up?”

“Does Dom need to know everything I do?” You raised a brow, staying relaxed against the couch.

“Fair.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out the baggie, his movements slow and deliberate. “Here.”

You didn’t move to grab it right away, instead watching him with a slight smirk. “You overcharging me, pretty boy?”

That nickname earned you a glare. “How many times I gotta tell you to quit calling me that?”

You shrugged. “Until you stop looking like one.”

Chris stepped closer bending done to meet face to face, the space between you shrinking until the air felt thick with more than just heat. “You want this or not?”

You plucked the baggie from his hand, fingers brushing his just barely. “You staying?”

He tilted his head, like he was deciding if he wanted to play along tonight. “Got a lighter?”

You grabbed it off the coffee table and tossed it his way. “Don’t burn my shit down.”

Chris caught it effortlessly, sitting on the edge of the couch as he rolled a joint with practiced ease. The scent of weed filled the air as you both passed it back and forth.

The silence thrummed with unspoken tension. Chris leaned back, his movements unhurried, eyes steady on you as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke. The room felt smaller with him in it, the space between you charged like a live wire.

You took a hit, the familiar buzz settling over your body, but it wasn’t enough to distract from the way his jaw tightened with each drag he took. His presence was magnetic, pulling you closer without a single word exchanged. “You always this quiet, or just with me?” you asked, your voice teasing but low, almost testing him.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the first crack in his cool exterior. “Why talk when I’m already getting what I came for?” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the slight curve of your lips. “Cocky as ever.” “Only when I’m right,” he shot back, and damn if the confidence didn’t send a shiver through you.

The tension thickened, his gaze slipping down to the glossy sheen of your lips before flicking back to your eyes. The air between you hummed with possibilities, unspoken but undeniable.

lab data: i've decide to stop being lazy and actually deliver. enjoyyy lab rats

🏷️ -@slut4chris888 @n0tnovaa @chaossturns @sweetshuga (lmk if you’d like to be tagged)

divider- @kodaswrld

[luverboychris-deactivated202504]

⊹₊⟡⋆ Happy new years !! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

i seriously can’t even put to words how much love i have for the sturniolo fandom on tumblr. push all the drama and weird shit aside, we are honestly a family and i care for every single one of you guys. i joined a little under a year ago and the friends i’ve made on this app will forever put a smile on my face.

i want to especially thank the people who actually take the time to interact and read my stories, just that fact alone is so special to me.

i of course appreciate all my mutuals too. not trying to sound like a loser but the fact you guys follow me back means so much to me.

i love this (not so little) community we have on here.

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ certain people i’ve met that i love so much that it physically hurts..

for starters — chris’ main hoes // @muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @mattslolita @yukayoooh the most caring, funny, unproblematic friend group and you guys are deadass like sisters to me i can’t wait for all of us to meet up and laugh so hard our waists become so snatched and all you can hear is all of us wheezing. i fucking love you guys sm.

@recklessmatt — it genuinely scares me sometimes that we aren’t friends in real life because thats how comfortable i am with you. you will ALWAYS be my matt girl, and i am so beyond grateful you still love me even when i am so ass at opening your snaps. the most beautiful, hilarious, talented asf girl i swear.

@mattztrip — ash idek if you use tumblr that much *scratches back of neck LMFAO* but your the sweetest boy on planet earth. we clicked so quick, and i knew from the moment we started talking that you would be an important part of my life. you are the best listener, and have the biggest heart i know i stg. you deserve the world n more. also.. extremely talented that it pains me, the best video editor ever.

@chaossturns — i can’t explain this in the way i genuinely want to but i am so proud of you and how much your stories have expanded since the beginning of when i found your account. you are insanely creative, and i catch myself kicking my feet at your stories every time. i am so grateful you still talk to me even though i unexpectedly dip here and there.

@mattscoquette — when i think of the most iconic matt girl, i think of you. your talent and creativity goes beyond anything i can even think my brain can handle. your aesthetic, your overall presence i have always adored. i am so glad that you are my friend love.

i would seriously go on and on about so many other people but this post would be so fucking long, and a lot of people have deleted their accs/are inactive )’: and i am too emotional for this and don’t want to make it too long. i love all of you guys so fucking much, and if you are reading this, you seriously deserve such a good and positive 2025 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

other people that i am so equally extremely grateful i have met: @evieolo @sugrhigh @endereies @patscorner @pepsiboyy @snoopychris @st9rniolo @submattenthusiast @55sturn @solarsturniolo @inlovewithchrissturnn @m4ttslvr @secretlocket @sweetangelgirl7 @missmimii @bernardsbendystraws @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @asimp4chris @flouvela @soupuurr @tvdelrey @strnlio @riasturns

[chaossturns]

— i’m sobbing. ily 🥲🥲

[angelicckisses]

HAPPY NEW YEARSS (its 12 for me 😭😭) I WISH YALL THE BEST YEAR EVERRR I LOVE YALL!!🤍🤍😘

@bernardsbendystraws @chaossturns @colorthecosmos444 @sturnihoelooo @hearts4werka @sweetshuga @evie-sturns @muwapsturniolo @riowritesitall @chrislilcumslvt

[chaossturns]

— happy new years babes !! much love 🤍🤍🤍

[amricanteenagr]

guitarist!matt and girly girl!reader spend their evening dancing in each others arms

── .✦. ──

it was a lazy sunday afternoon — maybe not that lazy but you were just finishing the last task to do to have the whole apartment back to its comfortable and cozy state. your vinyl record spinning and playing the soft sounds of clairo in the back as you hum and sway your hips.

being unbothered and unaware you don’t even notice the front door opening and it being your boyfriend who had finally come home after running errands all day, before he could even say something he sees you with your back turned flowing around the living room placing objects around back to where they belonged.

he sets down the keys lightly, making sure not to make any noise to interrupt your obviously calming and joyous state. he hangs up his coat and makes his way over to you, but before he could get one step closer — your quick to turn around and jump at the tall figure standing at the doorway, your face turning red as you put down whatever it was that was in your hand.

“when did you get here..?” you ask, obviously embarrassed. matt laughs and makes his way over to you, wrapping you in his arms as you dig your face in his chest. you two stayed like that in comfortable silence until he pulls back. “was i uh- was i interrupting something orrr..” you playfully push him back by his shoulder and roll your eyes. “you’re not funny” you turn and go back to organizing things until he pulls you back by your hand.

“oh come on sweetheart..” he interlocks his hand with yours and places his other on your hip, the action catches you off guard but you follow along. “you’re so dumb” you say laughing. “but don’t y’wanna dance pretty girl? show me..” he teases, after a minute he finally gets the hang of his so called “dancing” and he’s already twirling and spinning you around, and the room is full of giggles, stumbling around and love.

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

requested by the one and only @strnilolover I LOVE YOUU 😽😽.

i kinda cringed at this but IT WAS SOSO CUTEEE!!! also the last fic of this year!!! (its pretty short sorry 😭) but anyway, i hope you all have a fun and safe new years!! <33

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 -

@ellaapsworld @chrissv4mp @jetaimevous @mattsbrowser @submattenthusiast @flouvela @sturniolosiphone @chrislova @sophand4n4 @mattsfavoritestar @mattslolita @y3sterdaysproblem @strnilolover @cayleeuhithinknott @cherrynflowergarden @sturnsmia @slut4chris888 @marrykisskilled @chaossturns @emely9274