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[coquettechris]

Masterlist :: ꔫ

a guide for all my posts, still a work in progress

Fics / Blurbs / Boards smut: ❥ // angst: ☆ // fluff: ꕥ

chris:

Good Hair Day ꕥ

Closer ꕥ

BF! Mood Board

Chris and Your Saved Chats

bestfriend!chris & bestfriend!reader

Mood Board

matt:

BF! Mood Board

Favs & Recs !!

GirlBlogs .ೃ࿐

average heartbroken teenage girl nightly routine

[sturniphone]

what is matt and bunny up to rn??

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 [ 1:41 am ] ／ ⋆ ۪

bunny’s half asleep on matt’s chest, tracing the little lines on his hand with her fingertip while he scrolls through something absentmindedly with his other hand. he’s got that warm, sleepy voice when he murmurs, ❝go to sleep, bun, it’s late,❞ but he doesn’t really mean it. he keeps playing with her hair, brushing it off her cheek, kissing her forehead whenever she yawns.

[mattsslvtt]

𝑇𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 ...

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠; 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑚!𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠, 𝑠𝑢𝑏!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑛𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎??, 𝑑𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡(𝑑𝑢ℎ), 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦; 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ + ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑

Chris knew it was late when he pulled you into his lap. He knew you were tired when he helped you straddle his thigh. He knew you were probably half asleep when he slowly guided your hips to grind against his leg, but did he actually care? No.. of course not.

"C–chris... fuck.." You lay your head on his chest and let him continue to move your hips for you. You're so tired, but god, does it feel good. "Yeah? 'S good hm?" He mumbles the words against the top of your head. You just nod in reply, afraid if you try to say yes, your voice will fail you. "Words, sweetheart.." he grips your hips a little tighter and moves them just a bit faster, definitely on purpose to hear you stumble over your words like he knows you will.

"G-good, it's good... so good..." he moves one of his hands away from your hip and puts it gently on the back of your head. "Slow... slower, chris." You mumble quietly. Even though faster would get you off quicker, you're just too tired for that, even if he's doing most of the work. "... why? Cause you're tired?" He slows down anyways, his hand that was on your head moving back to your hip. "Mhm.." he can tell by your voice you're half asleep, and yet, you're letting him do this.

"You know what..." he mumbles before turning you around so you're sitting on his lap with your back against his chest. "What are you doing..?" He shushes you as he pulls down your shorts and then your underwear, he pushes your legs apart with his knees and hooks them over his own legs to keep them there. "Chrissss..." his fingers dip between your thighs when you whine. "Hush baby." His fingers quickly find your clit and rub slow circles, your hips twitch up towards his hand despite you being half asleep.

"that's it sweetheart.." his fingers slide lower and your already so wet he easily stuffs two fingers in your cunt. "Oh, chris..." Your voice is a quiet whimper that he barely hears. "Yeah?" He curls his fingers up to stroke your g-spot slowly. "Fuck... chris– please!" You grab his wrist, just to make sure he wont pull his hand away. "Gonna make you cum... then you can sleep, mkay?" His other arm wraps around your torso to hold you against him while his fingers pump inside you quicker.

"O–ok.. yeah.. fuck.." your nails curl into the sheets beside you when he continues moving his fingers faster. Lord is he good with his hands. His thumb presses to your clit and rubs messy circles while continuing to stroke that spongy spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. "C–chris.. close... close... gonna cum..." you squeeze your eyes shut and let your mouth fall open, your moans bouncing off the walls.

"Aww.. already? Poor baby.." he purrs against your ear. He stuffs his fingers impossibly deeper and you tumble quickly over the edge. Pleasure washes over you in waves, your thighs squeeze pathetically around his wrist, desperate whimpers leaving your lips as he fucks you through it. "Thats it... good girl.." his hand that isn't still between your thighs moves to your stomach to feel your muscles tightening. Eventually, when you go limp, he pulls his fingers out of your drenched pussy and brings them to your mouth "lick sweetheart" you nod slightly before wrapping your lips around his fingers, tasting yourself on them.

After you clean your own juices from his fingers he wipes your spit off on his jeans and helps you climb off his lap. He walks to your dresser and grabs a washcloth before coming back over and gently cleaning you up. After your mostly clean he puts your underwear back on, and lays down next to you. He pulls the blanket up over the both of you and tugs you towards him. "You ok baby?" He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and you nod. "Mhm..." your eyes are already shut and your already falling asleep quickly "I love you.." he whispers the words and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead "love you too.." speaking feels like a chore because of how tired you are but you do anyways. He kisses your forehead again before letting his own eyes flutter closed.

𝐴/𝑛; ℎ𝑒𝑦... 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ 𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑚! 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑦. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑘 😭

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠; @courta13 @hotchandspencearedilfs @aaliyah-sturns

[angeldolette]

˖ ࣪ ‹ dry humping ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

— bf!chris x gf!reader word count: 463

⚠︎ smut (no p in v), dry humping (duh), pet names, kissing, swearing, slight mocking, praising, english is not my 1st language

the living room was wrapped in half-darkness, the only light being from the tv. shadows stretched long across the rug, wrapping the couch in a kind of hush that made everything feel slower, heavier.

you’ve been on chris’ lap for the last fifteen minutes, his hands on your hips, thumbs under the hem of your shirt rubbing your skin as he trailed small kisses down the column of your throat.

your hips twitched involuntarily against his thigh with a soft whine, wanting more, and chris froze with his lips on your collarbone, slowly pulling away to look you in the eye.

he didn’t even get to because you whispered a ‘don’t stop.’ by placing a hand behind his neck.

and he didn’t .

chris’ kisses got more heated. he bit your earlobe and sucked under your ear, making you twitch your hips again and grip onto his hair lightly. “keep going, baby,” he encouraged softly, his hands getting more eager by sliding completely under your shirt, his warm palms sprawled out on your sides, “m’here.” he murmured against your skin.

you listened to him, and slowly, you began grinding your clothed pussy against his clothed thigh, trying to get some kind of friction. he helped, pressing his thigh up against your core before crashing his mouth against yours, swallowing your moans, “so needy, huh?” he mocked, feeling a wet patch form in his pants, “so fuckin’ needy…” his hands moved down to grip your hips, encouraging you to press and grind more firmly against his leg.

you moaned against his mouth again at his words and actions. you felt the roughness of his denim jeans against your heat as you kept grinding against his thigh, and it only brought you closer to your release, “god, you’re beautiful,” he breathes out when he breaks the kiss, starting to mouth at your neck.

he could tell you were close by the way his name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, and your hands moved to grip onto his shoulders as you bit your lip, “you’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured softly against yours ear, “let go.” he pressed a final kiss to your ear before pulling away to look at your face, wanting to watch your expressions as you came undone.

his words send you over the edge, your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm washed over you, your hips slowing down against his leg. your head lowered to rest on his shoulder, and he let you.

his hands remained on your hips, though his grip loosened around them. once your breathing slowed down, he leaned his head against yours, “y’good, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, feeling your body tremble slightly from the aftermath and then a gentle nod with a– “mhm.”

a / n : was scrolling through pinterest and found that pic— had this idea immediately.

taglist : @pepsipoet @lyingonchris @courta13

[sturniphone]

tmi but do you think matt would rub bunny’s clit through her leggings (if she wears them)?

yes 😛 absolutely. bunny’s wearing leggings, comfy and soft, and matt’s just casually, impossibly smug, rubbing her through the fabric while she’s all squirmy and whiny. she’d freeze at first, whispering ❝m-matt…❞ and he’d just grin, ❝i know, baby, you feel so good❞, keeping up the teasing until she’s wriggling impossibly against him while gasping and biting her lip.

[humpster35]

Okay I wanna rant about a few thoughts that I randomly had in my mind these past few days.

I was debating on if I should make this a fic or not but I decided on just writing it out and seeing where to go from there.

So hear me out okay? I feel like Matt and Chris are the type to wanna see your pussy. I know you guys are gonna be like “oh yea of course they would want to.” But no, i’m not just talking like only during sex—these mfs would literally come up to you in a random day and ask to see it.

Like Matt is such a dom(soft dom in public) that he would just be like “I just wanna check something” but you know he’s just staring at your cunt. You secretly love it-you love the idea of Matt pulling your dress up, sliding your panties to the side just to stare—not eat, lick or fuck—but stare at your perfect cunt.

Once he’s done staring at it then he would politely fix your clothes back to how they were and you guys would go shopping. He definitely rewards you for doing so good for him by making sure to eat you out extra good that night. The non sexual rewards are things like: him letting you do his hair, dressing him up, having his phone for the whole day while you’re charge because you can’t remember to charge it and anything you want(within reason).

With Christopher, I feel like it’s more subtle. He’s the type to say like “hey you got something on you” and then stare at your pussy that way—you don’t stop him because you’ve been wanting more of his full, thick cock. So while Chris pervs on your pussy while your legs are up as you’re sitting down—you subtly open up more just to tease him.

The boys don’t have to always see your bare cooch but I do think they’re perverts and love just staring at it. Like yes we all know Chris loves ass and Matt loves tits—but when you bend over, your pussy is the first thing that catches their eye. They also love knowing that they’ve fucked it—they wanna fill it with their cum until it’s dripping on the floor.

Another thing i’ve been thinking about is Matt and Chris purposely making the bed creak—or the headboard bang. They would be on top of you and because taking dick(specifically theirs) can be too much at times, you would softly hold onto them and by doing this you pull them more on you. Matt and Chris are on you in this scenario and as they’re holding you, kissing and reassuring you that you’re fine(while absolutely losing it fucking your tight cunt) the fucking bed is creaking so loudly. The head board is slamming so hard into the wall that it physically leaves marks—Matt even tried to be all savvy and put a pillow behind it once but because of how hard he fucks, the pillow ends up falling and the sound starts up again.

Nick is tired of you guys btw💀🙌🏽

tag list🔪

@lyingonchris @passionfruitchris @megaluna444 @seeing-stars-today @salaciousxsturniolo @saraspoon23 @robinbuckleywife @nickssidewitch @natesfavoritehoe @everyb0dyherewantsyou @eeyoresturnz @sophlvschris @heartsonlyforchris @fawnquette

[hannahsturniolo]

ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴇᴅʏ

Summary: a heated moment between you and Chris that starts with a needy kiss and builds into passionate, praise filled sex

Warnings: smut, p in v, f receiving, fingering, overstimulation, praising, dirty talk, neediness

You were standing with him in the kitchen, the dim under cabinet lighting giving everything a soft, golden haze. Chris was rambling about something, you honestly weren’t listening anymore. Your focus had shifted to the curve of his lips, the way his jaw moved when he talked, and how close he was standing.

When he noticed your silence, he tilted his head with a smirk.

“You even listening?” he asked.

“Nope,” you whispered, eyes dropping to his lips.

He chuckled lowly, the sound thick and knowing. “Come here.”

He stepped closer, slipping an arm around the small of your back. His fingers pressed gently into your lower spine, holding you there like he never wanted you to pull away. And then he leaned in.

Your hand lifted on instinct, cupping the side of his neck as your lips brushed his.

Chris kissed you softly at first, testing. But when you pushed your mouth back against his, letting your thumb stroke the base of his neck, he deepened the kiss with a quiet growl. His tongue swept against yours, slow and deliberate.

You moved your hand to the front of his shirt, gripping a fistful of the soft cotton and tugging him in with a breathy, desperate little sound, more of a whine than anything.

He grinned into the kiss like he’d been waiting for it. Like he knew you were getting needy.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your lips, “I felt that.”

You blinked up at him, your cheeks hot. “Felt what?”

“That little sound,” he smirked, nipping at your bottom lip. “You do that when you want me to ruin you.”

Your fingers twisted tighter in his shirt. “Maybe I do.”

He pulled you flush to him with a soft grunt, letting you feel just how turned on he was. “Bedroom. Now.”

The second the door shut, he backed you up against it. His mouth found yours again, hungrier this time, wet, messy, claiming.

You whimpered as he lifted your leg around his waist and rolled his hips into you, the hard press of him making your head spin. You clawed at his shirt, tugging it over his head, your nails dragging lightly down his chest once it was gone.

Chris’s hands slipped under your shirt and up your sides, tugging the fabric off like he’d done it a hundred times in his dreams. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re needy,” he rasped, kissing down your throat.

“You’re mean when you know you’ve got me like this,” you panted.

His fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts. “Not mean. Just giving you exactly what you need.”

And then, his fingers slid through your folds, slow and teasing.

“Chris..” your head dropped back against the door.

“You’re already soaked,” he groaned. “God, baby. You needed me that bad?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yes please, just touch me.”

He circled your clit with two fingers, lazy at first, then with more pressure when you gasped and bucked toward him.

“Like that?” he murmured, kissing your collarbone. “Or maybe..”

He slid a finger into you. Then two.

You nearly collapsed.

“Chris”

“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. I could make you cum just like this, couldn’t I?”

You nodded again, mouth falling open.

But he had other plans.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, tugged your shorts down, and lifted your leg over his shoulder.

He didn’t waste time, his mouth was on you, tongue flicking against your clit while his fingers kept moving inside you. The whines coming from your mouth were practically nonstop now.

You tangled your hands in his hair. “Oh my god, Chris, I’m close.”

He moaned into you, the vibration making you shudder.

And then he sucked on your clit.

Your knees buckled. Your whole body trembled. You gasped his name over and over as you came, fingers tightening in his hair.

Chris pulled back with a glistening chin and a cocky grin. “Knew you were getting needy.”

Still dazed, you yanked him up by the front of his jeans and kissed him hard, tasting yourself on his lips.

“I’m not done,” you whispered.

His eyes darkened. “Good. Neither am I.”

Chris reached down between you and unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, never once breaking eye contact. “Get on the bed, baby.”

You obeyed without a word, still dizzy from the orgasm, legs shaky, heart thudding in your ears. You crawled back on the bed and laid there watching as he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. His cock was already hard, flushed, and leaking, and the second you saw it, your thighs instinctively pressed together.

Chris noticed.

He smirked as he crawled over you. “That for me?”

You nodded shyly, your voice small. “I can’t help it.”

“I don’t want you to,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again, slow and deep. “You’re so good for me, baby. Always so wet, so ready. You make me lose my mind.”

His hand came between your legs again, rubbing slow circles over your clit. Just enough to keep you whimpering, overstimulated from before, but needing more all the same.

“I love hearing you make those little noises,” he whispered. “You know what they do to me? The second you whine for me, it’s over.”

You let out another soft gasp when the head of his cock slid through your folds, nudging gently against your entrance.

Chris cursed softly. “Fuck, you feel so good. I could stay right here forever.”

“Please, Chris,” you whispered, fingers clawing at his back. “I need you.”

He paused to look at you, really look at you. His hair was messy from your hands, his lips swollen, his eyes dark and full of something heavier than just lust.

“You sure baby?”

You nodded, voice shaky. “Im yours.”

That broke him.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his breath catching when you tightened around him.

“Jesus, baby you feel like heaven,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours.

The stretch was intense but perfect, his cock hitting every nerve in you as he bottomed out. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, hips grinding instinctively.

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” he warned with a breathy laugh. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He started moving, slow at first, rolling his hips into you like he had all the time in the world. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, pulling gasps from your lips and low moans from his throat.

“You take me so well,” he whispered, kissing along your jaw. “You were made for me. You know that?”

You clenched around him at his words, moaning helplessly.

“Ohh, baby” he panted. “You like when I say that, don’t you?”

“Yes Chris, fuck yes, I love it when you talk to me like that.”

His pace picked up. His hand slipped under your lower back again, lifting your hips slightly as he drove into you deeper.

“You’re mine,” he groaned. “You get so needy for me, and I fucking love it. Look at you, already close again, huh?”

You nodded fast, barely able to form words.

“Then cum for m baby,” he whispered against your lips. “Cum all over my cock. Be my good girl.”

That was all it took.

You shattered under him again, your walls fluttering wildly as you cried out his name. Your nails dug into his back, and your legs tightened around his waist as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through you.

Chris kept going, sloppier now, panting, his thrusts stuttering. “Shit baby, I’m gonna.. fuck, you feel so good, I’m gonna cum.”

He groaned loudly as he spilled into you, his entire body tensing as he pulsed deep inside. His mouth was at your neck, his arms wrapped around you tightly, like he couldn’t get close enough.

When it was over, he just laid there, buried deep inside you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.

“You ruin me,” he murmured against your skin. “Every damn time.”

You giggled, breathless. “You like when I get needy?”

He lifted his head to look at you, smiling lazily. “Baby, I live for it.”

A/N: had a dream about this the other night, and had to write!😍

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[angeldolette]

*ੈ missed you ⟡˖࣪

— bf!matt x gf!reader word count: 588

⚠︎ smut (p in v), unprotected sex (just don’t), bathroom counter sex, swearing, pet names, kissing, really quick bc matt’s a little too excited seeing you again 🙂‍↕️, english is not my 1st language

matt was sitting next to you on the couch, his eyes focused on your lips, occasionally licking his own as he stared at you with a pillow on his lap. he knows that you know that he’s rock hard under that pillow in his pants.

you’ve been away in new york for almost a month, and now you’re here, wearing one of his favorite dresses on you, the one that hug your chest so perfectly and shows the perfect curves of your breasts.

he takes the opportunity where nick and chris are discussing something that happened and they wanted to tell you to place a hand on your thigh, getting you to look at him, “can we talk for a second?” he asks and you nod.

he immediately grabs your hand, lifting you both off the couch towards the bathroom. as soon as he opens the bathroom door his lips crash against yours, kissing you desperately.

you two stumble inside of the bathroom, he closes and locks the door behind him clumsily before pressing you back against the counter. matt moved impossibly closer to you, lips still on yours.

you lifted you leg, trying to sit on the counter, but the thin fabric of your dress rode up as he moved, making you feel the bulge in his pants against your core trough your panties and it made both of you groan.

he reached down, hands moving under your dress to grip the hem, his hands pulled up the fabric of your dress, lifting it up over your thighs and hips until it was hiked up around your midsection.

he pulled away from the kiss and with rushed movements, he unbuttoned his pants, fingers fumbling with the zipper for a moment before he finally managed to undo them. he pulled his pants and his underwear down just enough to free his aching dick.

his eyes met yours, and he could see the needy expression on your face, the anticipation and desperation in your eyes — mirroring his same expressions. he couldn’t look away as he pushed your panties to the side, pushing his hips forward and sliding into you in one smooth, deep, thrust, unable to stop the loud moan that escaped his mouth.

one of your hands were gripping the edge of the counter and the other gripping his shoulder as he started to move. he set a relentless pace, his thrusts hard and fast.

he couldn’t take it — not with the way you looked with your head tilted back, your mouth open, letting out quiet moans and gasps as you squeezed your eyes shut.

he felt you clenching around him, and you felt his dick twitch inside of you, making you move your hips with him.

the moment you started to rock your hips into his, he completely lost it, his release hitting him hard and sudden. “ah- f-fuck, shit-“ his words turned into a drawn-out moan as his hips stuttered and jerked as he came, spilling inside of you.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck as he rode out his orgasm, “sorry-“ he whimpered, “i- mm, couldn’t hold it, baby, m’sorry.” he panted against your neck.

you placed a hand behind his head, scratching his scalp gently, “s’alright,” you murmured, “m’sorry,” he mumbled again against your skin, pressing soft kisses on your neck down to your chest apologetically.

after a few seconds he huffed a laugh, “missed you so fuckin’ much, sweetheart.” you smiled, “you did?” you ask playfully. “didn’t notice.”

a / n : been rewatching the punisher (series) lately and this basically happens there so i had to write it with matt 🤭

taglist : @pepsipoet @lyingonchris @courta13

[444sturns]

BIRTHDAY FULL'A BED ─── . . . chris sturniolo

contains . . . fluff.

you wake up before your alarm, which almost never happens. the room is quiet, sunlight barely peeking through the curtains, and the air smells like laundry detergent and chris.

he’s next to you, face buried halfway into the pillow, hair a little messy and his arm thrown lazily across your waist. he’s warm, like always. you shift a little and feel his grip tighten, like his body knows you’re awake before his mind does.

"where y'going," he mumbles, voice scratchy and low.

"nowhere," you whisper. "was just moving."

his eyes are still closed but he lets out a little sigh and pulls you closer, tucking his face into the space between your neck and shoulder.

"good. stay."

you smile and let your fingers trace slow patterns on his bare back.

"you know what today is?" you ask softly.

he hums against your skin. "wednesday?"

you pause. "really?"

he grins, eyes still shut. "no. i know. happy birthday, dummy."

you laugh, but it comes out quiet and warm. he finally opens his eyes and tilts his head back just enough to see you.

"you feel older?" he asks, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

"not really."

"you look cute though. that’s gotta count for something."

you roll your eyes, but your cheeks heat up anyway. "thanks. you look like you just lost a fight with a pillow."

"and i’d do it again," he says proudly. "if it means waking up next to you."

you groan. "that was terrible."

"but it made you smile."

you don’t answer. you just bury your face in his chest and let the silence stretch. his hand finds your hair, slow and soft, like he has nowhere else to be and nothing else to do except love you gently.

"i was gonna make you breakfast," he says after a while. "but now i don’t wanna move."

"don’t. let’s just stay here a little longer."

"like...all day?"

"maybe."

he presses a kiss to the top of your head. "best birthday plan i’ve ever heard."

and so you stay, tangled up in warm sheets and sleepy limbs, while the world outside slowly wakes up. here, it's just you, chris, and the quiet kind of love that makes a bed feel like the whole universe.

© 444sturns

꒰ japs note ꒱ . . . it's my birthday !!

[readsick]

high c.sturniolo

chris calling you was always rare; he never called unless he needed something or by accident, never just randomly, so when his contact popped up on your phone screen, eyebrows were raised. before you could say hello properly he was talking, barely understandable but he was. “hi i’m outside please let me in, i drove all the way over here before my high settled in s’i could see you—please it’s really cold out here and my eyes are starting to feel heavy” your mouth dropped as you listened to his ramble. “you’re outside...?” you dumbly ask. “yes? didn’t i just say that?” he retorts, knocking on your door to prove himself.

swinging the metal open, you rush him in, not wanting the cold air to infiltrate your house. you watch him speechlessly as he takes his boots and jacket off and heads for the living room. as he turned his head, you see the strands of hair peaking out of his cherry beanie and had a strong urge to play with the brunette strands. so strong you had to shove your hands in your pockets to stop yourself from grabbing them.

flopping on the large sofa, chris let out a deep breath, sounding like he’d been holding it in all day. an unrecognizable sound came from his mouth as his body collided with the surface. “this couch feels so good, baby, i wish i could sleep here like everyyyday,” chris mumbled. you walked over to sit next to his spread out body, relaxing into the soft pillow as you looked at him in awe. it was so rare for him to not be all tough, mean, and serious. but he was showing you this different side of him, which made you feel a bit special.

sensing your presence on the couch, chris lifted his head up to look at you. a big smile came across his lips as he saw your lap was free. scooting over toward you, he grabbed your thigh and rested his head on your legs. his cold cheeks sent shivers down your spine as the bad contact with your skin. with a body resting on your lap, you had to find somewhere to place your hands, and his hair was right there. without hesitation, you peeled the beanie off his head to release his beautiful, dark brown hair. the long locks tickling your skin as they fell into place. “you jacked my shit, what the fuck?” he frowns. you cackle before shushing him. “my lap, my rules,” you retort. nodding his head, he stopped fussing, resorting to planting apologetic kisses along your thigh. “yes, ma’am, your lap, i’m sorry, don’t kick me out.”

a loud string of whimpers left his lips as your hands found their way to his hair, fumbling through the tangles and massaging his scalp. the scent of his shampoo filled your nose as you continued to play. his hair was always so soft after the first wash. you smile while looking down at him, seeing how much he was enjoying it and how relaxed he is. continuous whines leave his mouth as you start to pull a little at his roots. “please d-don’t stop, feels so fucking good, your hands are like god sent,” he moans, lowkey humping the couch under him and hoping you didn’t notice. but you felt the movements and saw his hips moving out of the corner of your eye. teasing him a little more, you tug harder at his roots, wanting to pull a reaction from his body. “fuck, please,” he breathes, pushing his body into the couch for friction.

“please what?” you coo, slowing down a bit. your nails scratched circles into him as you waited for a response from him. a low whine came out of him as he melted under your touch, cheeks smushing into your skin, and shoulders drooping. his voice cracked as he attempted to speak to you, mind beginning to get scattered, “please don’t stop, it feels so good, and and i’m so hard it hurts—you don’teven have to touch my dick or whatever, but you can’t stop. please.” he starts to wet your thigh with messy kisses again as you tug at his hair like before. “that’s a good boy, using your words,” you purr, changing the direction of your hand. “for you only,” he adds, smiling like a dummy.

“my good boy?” you ask, wanting him to repeat himself. chris nods slowly, nose brushing against your skin. he hardly processed your question and the reasoning behind it before answering. “your good boy, so good for you,” he whines, feeling needier now. your nails slide through the now tangle-free strands, causing his body to jolt forward, clashing with your body and the couch. his breathing got heavy as his body went through all sorts of emotions, the pleasure was overwhelming his poor body. and his hazy mind couldn’t keep up.

“shit, fuckmama, don’t know how much longer i can go, i feel it leaking—god fuck it hurts so good,” he rambles. the furniture under you rumbled from the repeated thrusts from him. it shook rapidly as the pace increased, the desperation from chris showing. you pull at his hair harder; his warning was practically a plea for you to get him there, have him falling apart under your grasp. “don’t hold back, baby, i want it just as bad as you do,” you encourage, bringing a hand down to rub his back. a disgruntled groan left his pink lips at your statement, he was so fucked out, and he hadn’t even come yet.

a harmony of grunts, groans, moans, and whimpers continuously came out of chris, you were surprised he still had the voice to produce those sounds. his hips rut harder into the cushion, and his hands had your skin getting lighter with the tightness of the grip he had on you. “gonna cum shit—fuck—” he breathed, pulling his head back so your hold remained strong on his head. “cumming mama please” he whispered, once last warning before letting go. his back arched and his eyes shut as his boxers began to seep white into his pants and drip onto the couch, turning the grey cushion into a dark black. your hand continued to rub circles on his back as he worked through his orgasm, still humping the couch in search of even more friction. “did so good, yeah? my needy boy, cumming from humping the couch and some hair pulling?” you tease, tangling both hands back into the mess he created. a weak chuckle left his worn body at your degradation. “don’t start with that, i’m easy and i'll cum again.”

[sturniphone]

any bun and older matt fluff will be greatly appreciated

i NEEEEEEED to post for them

bunny’s curled up on the couch with a soft blanket, her head resting on matt’s chest. he’s got one arm draped around her shoulders, the other lazily tapping on his laptop. she traces circles on his hand with her finger, humming softly and he glances down at her, a small, fond smile tugging at his lips. every so often he presses a gentle kiss to her temple, murmuring ❝you’re so soft, bun. don’t think i don’t notice❞. she giggles quietly, burrowing closer, feeling safe and completely at home in his arms.

[cinnamonsturns]

where you just wanna be close to chris after a long day...

warnings: nsfw content. porn with no plot. unprotected sex. creampie. slight condescending tone.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 chris sturniolo x fem!reader

you feel like you can count on one hand how many bad days you’ve had. it takes a lot to unsettle you, but today just happens to be one of those days. noises are too loud, everything is going wrong and your head is just a mess.

chris notices almost immediately when you walk through the door. your movements sluggish, the way you greet him with a hug that lasts a little longer than most, desperation radiating off of you. of course he’ll ask you later, to get the details to what’s actually managed to get you upset, but he knows what you need. 

he does the basics first, asks if you’re hungry, if you need a shower, but when you just give him sad little mumbles and don’t let go of him, he knows the control you need him to take. it’s almost cute, the way you drag him to your bedroom like he’ll vanish into thin air if you let him go.

“take off your clothes,” he murmurs against the top of your head, dropping a chaste kiss into your hair. you think maybe he’s going to instruct you to change into comfier clothes before getting into bed instead of your day clothes, but when you turn to look up at him and his eyes are soft but determined, you know he’s planning to help you in the way you won’t voice.

his clothes are quickly shed alongside yours, creating a messy pile on your bedroom floor. his back is propped against the headboard, breath hitching with every roll of your hips as his hands skim up your waist. 

“you’re so good,” he whispers reverently, slow and measured thrusts up into your pussy to meet your tired little ruts, “so sweet.” he murmurs against the skin of your neck as your head tips back, exposing the sensitive skin to him. 

he doesn’t rush you, letting you twist and circle your hips on top of his cock, hands worshipping every part of you as he whispers praises he knows you need into the air and against your skin. he’s only human though, and he could never lie about how good it feels to know you need him after a long day.

“just needed me to fix everything, yeah?” he murmurs against your collarbone, smiling as you hiccup a breathy “yes.”

“i know,” he coos, punctuating the slight condescending tone of his voice with a deep thrust upwards, “let me make it all better for you.”

he pulls your face to his, capturing your lips in a messy kiss of teeth and tongues, swallowing your moans as they get more desperate and airy. you feel the comfort in his kiss, and he feels the need in yours. his hands slip to the flesh of your ass, gently lifting you up and down the length of his cock.

“it’s okay,” he whispers against your lips, “jus’ let that sweet pussy cum all over my cock.”

he holds you tight when your head drops into the crook of his neck, arms slipping around his shoulders to slip your fingers into the hair that curls at the nape of his neck. he places gentle kisses and nips along your shoulders and neck as you tremble in his lap, spilling into you with from the help of your pussy pulsing around him.

“good girl,” he whispers, adjusting you so that he can slip further down against the pillows, lying flat with you still perched on his chest, cock still warm inside of you. “hate when my girl has a bad day. always gonna be here to make you feel better.”

he laughs softly when all you can provide is a tired whimper, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead. “yeah,” he sighs softly “know you need me.”

caroline speaks: can u tell i had a bad day :p. i wanted to make him more mean but me personally i would cry so more mean chris to come just needed a soft moment for my soul

©cinnamonsturns

taglist: @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnskiss @spookysturniolo @charrmeddd @devotedlyteenagemusic @adoremattsturns @bbgirlmatt@snowprincessleopard @pepsipoet @heartsonlyforchris @chrisspatheticdoll @backwardshatnick @hysterichues @courta13@toast-131-blog@sophsturns

[humpster35]

I’m cold

In Which….. Bf!Matt x Gf!reader are having spicy time, but she gets cold. dividers by @chrisssiren

The bed creaked softly—a sound all too familiar for Matt and Y/n. It was a long day, the two love birds needed this—so as Matt started to thrust his hips up—allowing his dick to kiss at Y/n’s cervix everytime she moved, a soft and erotic moan exited her pretty mouth.

“Aaahhh shiiitt Matt.”

A slight chuckles escaped Matt’s wet pink lips—he had been licking them at the sight of Y/n’s body. It was the most beautiful thing his eyes could see. His hands wrapped around the girls waist—in one swift motion he pulled her in closer to him. As their bodies melted into one another, Y/n threw her head back in satisfaction.

“M’gonna make you mine baby, M’gonna—shit. I’ll be good for you.”

Y/n looked at Matt’s mouth as he spoke. Something about the way he fully submitted to her through his words only made the desire for his rough manhandling more intense. The sound of skin slapping continued—it was almost like a beautiful melody.

“Mmmm.”

Suddenly a temperature change swiftly touched the back of Y/n’s back. The sudden feeling of the cold and crisp air was enough to make the girl cradle into Matt’s body—like two leaves clinging to color as the seasons change.

“What’s wrong?”

Matt’s voice was always so soothing and soft. He caressed Y/n’s back with only just the slight touch of two lingering fingers to graze a little bit harder down her spine. His eyes glanced over to his ac in the room, it was known to change temperatures by default and he had forgotten about it. On top of it Y/n was anaemic and due to this, the girls body was much more sensitive to the cool air.

“I’m cold.”

Y/n lifted her head a bit—she stared into Matt’s eyes looking to confirm his suspicions of things being wrong. As Matt nodded slightly, he then begin to get up to change the ac—but Y/n stopped him.

“Wait, I don’t wanna stop……this feels good.”

Matt only shook his head and smirked. Y/n didn’t need to do anything else—Matt got the green light from her to continue. Y/n corrected her body onto Matt’s still hard cock—as he pulled the covers over her body. With one final smirk from Matt and a flustered smile from Y/n, she began to bounce up and down again on him while he guided her.

“goooodd job baby. bounce on that—slap your ass on my cock.”

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[mattsstarlet]

dry humping — chris sturniolo

he was desperate for it. chris’ cock was almost hurting as it strained against his grey sweatpants, humping you from behind as you stood near the bathroom counter, applying serums and creams as it was time for bed.

“please.” he begs, holding onto your hips, his clad dick sliding up and down the slit of your ass, covered in a nightgown that made him even more feral. “i’ll be a good boy, i just wanna see her…” he whispers, his fingers grazing the hem of your silky little dress, pushing it just below the swell.

"yeah? you won't ask me to put it inside?" he shakes his head no, looking at you with wide, needy eyes through the mirror, grabbing fistfuls of the material. "go ahead, sweetheart." chris flips up the fabric, whimpering as his large hands roam all over your skin, hooking a finger on the waistband of your lace underwear, pulling it back just to let go, snapping it against your hip.

"oh gosh, baby, so pretty." he was out of breath already, his chest heaving as bends you over just slightly, bucking his covered pelvis into you. "wanna paint her with my cum... w-watch you bounce on my cock." chris' cheeks were flushed, his mushroom tip leaking through his sweats, swollen and filled with so much cum.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ im sorry anon but this was all i could’ve done </3 i tried making it longer but it was coming out so shitty. thank you to my gf @ifwdominicfike for the idea !!

[angelicchris]

go piss, girl | c.s.

You came with a cry of his name, before his arms began to give out, falling on top of your naked body as gently as he could.

He laid on top of you, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, leaving soft featherlight kisses to your skin.

Your fingers tangled in his brunette hair at the nape of his neck, as you stared up at the ceiling, your lips parted as you fought to catch you breath.

With a slight groan, Chris removed himself from you carefully, eliciting a whine from you. “I know, I know,” he croaked, his voice laced with lust and exhaustion.

He used his elbows to prop himself over the edge of the bed, standing to the side of where you laid.

At the lack of contact, you turned over to your side, snagging the blanket of his bed up to your chin as you got comfortable, hiding your exposed self.

“Come on, you have to use the bathroom,” Chris said, as he began to pry the blanket from your closed fists.

You whined, shutting your eyes in tiredness. Your hands stayed gripping the plush fabric, cushioning yourself further into the softness.

Suddenly, you felt the bottom half of the blanket being lifted from your legs, two strong arms picking you up bridal-style.

You shrieked, letting go of the blanket, reaching your arms towards the back of Chris’ neck.

He laughed loudly in your ear as he carried you the few steps over to the bathroom connected to his room, placing your tired form on the seat of the toilet.

“Go piss,” he murmured through a laugh, as he stepped away, shutting the door behind him.

© angelicchris

notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚ i don’t even know what i just wrote tbh, but it’s what susannah would have wanted ♡

[pepsipoet]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLEEPY GIRL

SUMMARY → You keep falling asleep in your boyfriend’s lap while trying to film a video.

WARNINGS → Fluff, cuddling, cuteness !!

Made for this request !!

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𓏵

The camera’s little red light is staring you down like it’s daring you to keep your eyes open.

Matt is talking—something about a “top ten unpopular opinions” that Nick insisted on—but his voice is a low hum that makes your head feel heavy. The couch feels too soft, the blanket pooled across your legs feels too warm, and Matt’s laugh feels way too safe.

You’re supposed to be part of the bit. Chris is sprawled across the opposite cushion, already yelling about how pineapple does belong on pizza. Nick is defending his weird love of black licorice with way too much energy. You’re supposed to jump in, supposed to add chaos.

Instead, your eyelids sink lower with every second.

“Hey,” Matt nudges you softly with his knee, a grin tugging at his lips. “Don’t bail on me now. You’re my teammate.”

“Mhm,” you mumble, words muffled as you shift closer. The couch dips under your weight, your cheek brushing against his thigh.

Chris snorts immediately. “Oh my god, are you seriously falling asleep? We’ve been filming for, like, ten minutes.”

“Leave her alone,” Matt says, but he’s smiling. You can hear it in his voice.

The blanket slides higher when he tugs it over you, one hand careful at your shoulder like he’s tucking you in even with the camera rolling. His fingers linger just long enough to brush your hair back from your face.

Nick laughs from across the couch. “This is going in the video. Title: ‘We bored them to sleep.’”

“Clickbait,” Chris adds. “Should I put snoring sound effects in?”

Matt shoots them both a look, the kind that’s protective without saying a word. His hand settles lightly on your arm, thumb tracing a soft line back and forth like it’s instinct.

You mumble something that’s not even a word, just a sleepy sound, and shift so your face is pressed into his hoodie. It smells like laundry soap and him, and your whole body exhales all at once.

Matt laughs quietly, low in his chest, and the vibration rumbles against your cheek. “Guess I win the unpopular opinion,” he says to the camera, voice warm. “Apparently, I’m the most comfortable pillow.”

“Gross,” Chris mutters, but he’s grinning too.

The red light keeps blinking. The video keeps rolling. But all you notice is Matt—steady and warm, his hand resting gentle on your arm, and the way he leans down just enough to whisper, too soft for the camera to hear:

“Sleep. I got you.”

NAV - more fics, series, nsfw links, taglist, etc.

Paige's Notes . . . thank you SO much for this request. I really like writing fluff and I hope this made you smile !!

[lilolebambi]

MAKE A MESS. . . DEALER!CHRIS

You're at some party, in somebody's room, skirt hiked up, bent over his knee. Your panties are bunched up by your ankles. It's the perfect view for Chris to handle your little attitude problem.

You're squirming—whining—everytime his hand meets your ass. You were sorry a long time ago, truthfully. You apologized for how bratty you were being, but Chris isn't that forgiving.

Especially when it comes to flirting with some guy right in front of him. Acting like he wasn't even there.

"Stop fuckin' moving before I start actually being mean," He growls, "You want me to spank this pussy next?"

You shake your head desperately, still moving despite the warning. "That's too bad," He coos, "Cause' she's loving this."

You let out the most pathetic you've ever heard as his rough, hand slaps your clit. "Msorry!"

"At least one of you knows your place." Your pained gasps are replaced with breathy, soft moans when his fingers begin massaging your bundle of nerves. "Feels so good, doesn't it?" You attempt to moan out a breathy, "yes."

"Know it fuckin' does, you're drenching my hand, mama." You whine out of embarrassment, wiggling in grip. He laughs, "Aww, baby..."

"You're about to cum, aren't you?" And you want to deny it, want to act like you're not clenching around nothing, but your eyes are rolled into the back of your head. You're so close you can taste it.

"Cmon, ma. Make a mess allllll over my hand."

©LILOLEBAMBI

viv's thoughts. . . i'm so drunk 😭😭😭😭 dealer!chrissssss😭😭😭

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