[ghostqsturn]

𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌───.ೃ࿔*:･.────────.ೃ࿔*:･.───

8𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫. 𝔟𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔵𝔲𝔞𝔩. 𝔭𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔰. 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰. 𝔬𝔭𝔦𝔲𝔪 𝔟𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢. 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔡𝔶𝔢. 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔠𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔶 𝔧𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔶. 𝔞24. 𝔩𝔢𝔬. 2000𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔢. 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔨 𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔲𝔭𝔰. 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔢. 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰. 222. 𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔬𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡. 𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔶.

masterlist taglist my aus

[sunrisemill]

I just wanna curl up on his lap like a kitten ☹️💔

[y2kstarr]

Special Tattoo Surprise

˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut, blowjob + handjob

Messy kisses and stumbled steps brought you and Chris into his room, his hands closing the door behind you before he brought them up to cup your face, his chuckles mixing with your giggles as the two of you kiss.

Matt and Nick had left to go get dinner, giving the both of you a max time limit of 30 minutes alone, and with their tour coming up soon — if not literally next week — you two had been using up every possible second alone that you could.

The sound of his zipper being undone filled the room with your panting breaths before he tossed his jacket to the side, laughs leaving the two of you as Chris practically stumbled back onto the bed, his legs spread as he let you sit in between them.

He propped himself up against the pillows resting in front of his headboard, his hand sliding down to cup the back of your neck as the two of you passionately made out, messy and hot all at the same time, breaths shared and chests moving in sync.

He felt as your hands slid down his chest and stomach, reaching his pants as your fingers instantly got to work on his button and zipper, but suddenly, he remembered something important, a grunt leaving him before he spoke against your lips.

"Mm– wait, ma—" His hands stopped yours from further opening his pants, making your brows furrow before you pulled from the kiss, looking at him with confusion and curiosity as to why he needed you to pause, your hands leaving his in worry of moving too fast for him.

"I, uh– got a little surprise for you," He explained, a goofy grin on his lips as he looked at you, eyes nearly sparkling with excitement, as if he wished to just tell you right this second so he could see how shocked you'd be.

"You... you remember when I told you 'bout my tattoos for Matt 'n Nick?" He asked you, jogging your memory of when he shared the huge secret with you.

"Yeah?" You sat back on your heels in between his spread legs, hands now in your lap as you tilted your head in curiousness, a small smile forming on your lips. "What about 'em?"

"Well... there was one more I didn't really tell you about..." His hands slowly went to unbutton his jeans, building your anticipation before he tugged down the waistband of his boxers between his open zipper, revealing a sight that nearly had your breath taken away.

In smooth, loopy cursive — just like how Matt's and Nick's names were written on his ankles — was your name, inked beautifully into the skin of his abdomen, just barely being touched by the end of his happy trail.

"Holy shit, Chris.." You breathed out, almost in awe as your hand instinctively came up to touch it, nearly tracing each letter with the tip of you finger, feeling as his body twitched underneath your ghostly touch.

"Yeah? You like it..?" He asked, making you glance up to see his excited smile, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes sparkled with this sort of playfulness, like this sort of "kid in a candy shop" type look. Oh you definitely liked it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

It took you not even a second before his dick was in your mouth, lips wrapped around the base whilst you took him as deep as you could, pulling groans and whiny noises from his throat.

His fingers tangled into the strands of your hair, nails almost clawing against your scalp as he tugged every now and then, causing you to moan with him in your mouth, his hips then bucking up in a needy manner.

His beaming, excited eyes were now glossy with lust, his blue irises just as bright still as he looked down at you, a moan leaving his lips as you looked up at him, looking like a gorgeous scene straight from a class A porno.

"F–fucking hell— I should get your name on shit more often if this is how you're gonna react—" Chris chuckled breathlessly before the sound was cut off by a groan leaving his lips, his head rolling back against the pillow as you swallowed around the tip of his cock.

As you watched his adam's apple bob from a thick swallow, your eyes trailed back down to his tattoo. Just the mere thought of it on him made something shudder within you, this sense of ownership filling you. That was your name, on his body, right where only you were allowed to see it.

Fuck it was hot.

"Shh– Shit baby— Y' gonna make me cum—" Chris panted, his thighs starting to tremble as you pulled your mouth off of his cock with a wet pop, before your hand continued pace as best it could. His fingers released your hair, instead gripping onto the sheets beneath him as his chest rose and fell quickly, whines and moans leaving his lips in a beautiful symphony.

"cum– 'm cum— cumming—!" Chris gasped out before his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head, his hips bucking up into your fist as his orgasm washed over in him in tidal waves, knuckles turning white as they gripped the sheets his back arched off of.

Normally, your eyes would've been glued to his face, watching as he came apart right in front of you, face contorting with pleasure as his body trembled and twitched, shaking adorably from being unable to handle the heavenly feeling.

But as you watched his cum spurt from his cock, pearly white ropes painting his abdomen, covering parts of your name on his skin, you just knew you'd be looking there instead, watching the beauty of the moment, for many weeks to come.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

a / n : Had this thought come to me during class and i just HAD to do it omg- 😋 i'm such a slut for abdomen and lower back tattoos, i want both so BADD

Inbox, dms, and requests are all open, hit me up wheneva babies <33

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dividers → me

© y2kstarr

[matts-lover-girl]

had to share this work of art with the class

[slushysturniolo]

GHOST!CHRIS MOODBOARD ⛧°. ⋆𓌹*♰*𓌺⋆. °⛧

HAUNTED!READER MOODBOARD ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

⚰︎: i’m just bored and love them

[ghostqsturn]

IM OBSESSED WITH THEM

[mattsbluepjs]

This isn’t talked about enough I fear 😫

@p3sthoe

[hotelstares]

[ghostqsturn]

hes so beautiful

[matthewsvanillakisses]

not while im ovulating please

[ghostqsturn]

real

[sturniololuvz]

2000s!Chris X 2000s!Reader

2000s!Reader✩

18. eyeliner sharp enough to kill. myspace princess. low-rise jeans and glitter lip gloss. lives off iced coffee and gossip blogs. secretly journals everything. sneaks out windows at 2am. pretends not to care but cares too much. always burning her favorite songs onto blank CDs. chews strawberry gum. fights with her parents every other day. dreamer. heartbreak waiting to happen.

2000s!Chris✩

18. reckless. loud. thinks he’s cooler than he is. lives in band tees, ripped jeans, and vans. forever at the skatepark. burns mix CDs for you and labels them in sharpie. hopeless flirt. messy car with empty monster cans. smells like cheap cologne and cigarette smoke. hot-headed but secretly soft. calls you “doll” just to see you roll your eyes. always late. knuckles bruised from dumb fights.

Feel free to send asks or anything about them!!!!! You will be able to see more about them here!

Taglist: 1.

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[ghostqsturn]

this is so tea

[stevielovesmatt]

oh wow…

he did this for me

[ghostqsturn]

right like he posted on insta right after i did like just say you want me atp.

[eyesonmattyb]

i’m wet

[viviansturns]

whatever you say pretty boy 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[ghostqsturn]

holy shit im cumming i mean crying what bro im so confused

[nerdysturnz]

ill leave this here ..

[chrischerrycola-deactivated2026]

I need a good fluff + smut series where Chris/Matt is so down bad for the reader

[chrisssiren]

𝑹𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝟓𝟎𝟎 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ dry humping your thigh ⋆ i dunno if this classifies as somnophilia but be aware nonetheless ⋆ matt’s lowkey a pervert ⋆ male moaning/whimpering ⋆ almost getting caught ⋆ coming in pants + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... matt gets a boner with you, his best friend, sleeping beside him and he doesn’t know how to take care of it. until he accidentally shifts his hips—and his self-control snaps.

Matt lays on his back stiffly, his eyes glued to the ceiling. He can feel your thigh on him—specifically on his crotch. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You came over for a sleepover. No innuendo behind it whatsoever.

And yet, he’s laying—rock hard—with your thigh on his lap right now, unable to move it in fear of waking you up and risk letting you see his boner. You’re sleeping so peacefully that he almost, almost, feels guilty for getting hard.

He didn’t really mean to get hard though. His body betrayed him when you snuggled so close to him in your sleep, your limbs draping across him and your face pressing against his chest.

Matt inhales sharply when your leg twitches ever so subtly in your sleep, causing your thigh to put more pressure on his aching erection straining against his sweats. He tries to think of anything to distract himself; ideas for videos, his personal project, the cute kittens he saw on his instagram feed earlier today, the time Chris stole Mr. Wrinkleton on stream.

But no matter how hard he tried, his traitorous dick just wouldn’t go down, pulsing and throbbing under his clothes.

He feels hot all over, as if he’s burning. And he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt in bed or if it’s because of your proximity. Probably both.

"Fuuck..." Matt groans, low in his throat, almost pained, as his cock throbs urgently with every heartbeat. It hurts. It hurts so good he almost lets out a low moan but swallows it down thickly before it could escape.

Matt can feel his tip leaking precum, beginning to make his boxers all sticky and transferring onto his sweats. His face heats up at the feeling of the damp crotch of his sweatpants pressed against your inner thigh.

With a soft grunt, he tries to move. Bad idea. Because the moment he shifted his hips, pleasure shot up his spine, tingling his brain in a way that had him moaning softly. His breath hitches as he shifts his hips again, practically trembling for relief.

His thick cock was so sensitive because of how long he’d been hard without any relief. Every little movement feels electric. Every subtle grind is like heaven to him right now.

Matt’s hips move slowly, humping your thigh like a horny teenager. His ears burned, as well as his face, but his hands found themselves on your thigh, keeping your leg in place so he could grind harder into the soft flesh.

He grits his teeth, jaw muscles ticking, as he tries not to moan at the delicious sensation of his hard-on rubbing against your warm, bare thigh through his pants.

His brows furrows in pleasure when he feels his stomach tightening with his impending orgasm. He doesn’t usually get this close this fast but something about the risky way he’s finding relief is making him feel more hornier than usual.

Matt’s cock has leaked so much that his boxers are slippery against his length, making subtle but lewd squelching noises, muffled by the covers. His cock is twitching and pulsing, his balls tightening, and he’s so close to his orgasm that his breath begins to hitch faster.

Just as he feels himself about to let go, you start to stir, your thigh shifting and pressing more against Matt’s boner, causing the poor guy to whimper quietly, hoping you don’t actually wake up.

His heart pounds so loudly against his ribcage and he swears he couldn’t hear anything for a few seconds because of how loud his heartbeat was in his ears. Fortunately for Matt, your eyes flutter slightly but you don’t wake up.

His body shakes ever so slightly as he tries to hold back his orgasm, his hand on your thigh flexing. Suddenly, you move your leg, accidentally grinding your thigh against Matt’s crotch so deliciously that he feels the taut bands in his stomach snap.

And he’s coming. Hard.

"Fu-fuuck-- I’m- m’cumming!" He whimpers urgently, letting out a guttural groan as he feels his tip release ropes of warm cum inside his boxers. His hips jerk against your thigh and his eyes roll back briefly before snapping shut, his brows knitted together. His hands grip your thigh, fingers sinking into your flesh, trying to ground himself.

You stir awake, slowly. But all you do is turn around and fall back asleep, completely blind to the fact that Matt, your best friend since forever, has orgasmed using your thigh.

Guess this’ll be his dirty little secret.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟎.𝟕𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

isa’s rambling ۶ৎ yes so uh... the title cracks me up lmaooo it’s kinda rushed ngl ’cause i wanted to finish it quickly. it has been sitting in my drafts since literally last friday lmao (also i dunno if i like this or not)

© 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏

[humpster35]

no we’re not skipping past this.

btw imagine matt just finished showering, he goes back into his room where his gf is and cuddles her. Like im telling you I would literally be so embedded into this man’s skin that it becomes a problem—he probably smells so good ofmfggg

like that man smell. his cologne mixed in with his fresh scent OMFGFF😩. also getting fucked by him would be absolute heaven—imagine him pounding into you as his arms wrap around you while simultaneously holding you in place so you won’t move. then he’s just in your ear like “i know baby, i know” meanwhile you can barely catch your breath and add new scratch marks(yes i said new bc he always makes you feel good) to his back.

video: triplets spending a week apart

tag list🔪

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[ghostqsturn]

i can die peacefully now

[healmyhrt]

⌗ motion picture soundtrack, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt attempts to help while you’re going through a depressive episode.

disclaimers!: depression, self-harm, drug use (marijuana), established relationship, use of y/n

a/n: this was requested:)

i laid across the comforter, limbs spread out, with the lights all off. sitting in the dark made me feel safe for some reason. i liked the dark. i found comfort in darkness.

but sometimes the darkness can become the root to my problems.

i was diagnosed with depression when i was only 14 years old. since then, it’s gotten worse, but every now and then it gets better. and it got better when i met matt.

but now im getting bad again.

and i always get bad again.

i was high out of my mind, and getting lost in my thoughts the more the weed kicked in. i always used marijuana to cope with my problems, i know i shouldn’t, but i do.

even trying to stand up was a mistake. my body wouldn’t allow it. as soon as i raised my feet, my body sunk back into the mattress. i would have preferred to drown in the mattress, dying from suffocation.

red wine and sleeping pills

help me get back to your arms

light peers into the room as the door creaks open.

but i don’t move an inch. the weed made my body feel as light as a feather, and like it told me not to move at all or else i would ruin it.

“y/n?” matt makes it clear that it’s him. he walks over to the bed, and hands me a water bottle. “you need to drink something.” i push his hand away, and realizing how much energy it took out of me.

i ignore him, and he gets up, walking over to the lamp. “you can’t be like this forever.” he turns it on. the world that was black and empty is now filled with light.

but im still lost in my thoughts.

cheap sex and sad films

help me get where I belong

“i started a bath for you. come on.” he gently picks me up, and i feel nothing in my bones, my muscles, nothing at all.

once we reach the bathroom, matt sits me on the toilet seat, and starts undressing me. “arms.” he forms a small smile.

i try to lift my arms, but not even they could be moved. matt pulls my huge t-shirt over my head, carefully, and off of my arms.

he places his hands on the waistband of my underwear. “can i?” he raises an eyebrow. i nod as much as i can.

he slides them down my legs, and im seated on the toilet seat butt ass naked. matt picks me up effortlessly again, and gently places me in the bath water.

once im situated, he kneels next to the tub, and grabs a loofa. matt starts on my shoulders, and works his way down my arms. he turns my forearm toward him, and stops.

all he saw were scars.

I think you’re crazy, maybe

I think you’re crazy, maybe

matt sets the loofa down in the water, gently grabbing my arm. his warm fingers against my skin felt like spiders crawling all over me. he takes a closer look at them, some of them healed, some fresh.

“stop.” i mumble, using all of my energy to pull my arm away. looking up at matt, his eyes watering. “y/n, what is that?”

it felt like i was talking to my mother all over again. how she reacted when she found out i harmed myself. it was terrible, i never wanted to see her cry like that again. let alone matt.

“im sorry.”

matt holds his face in his hands. my eyes start to water, and i look at him. “matt, please don’t send me away.”

he immediately looks up, with a confused expression. “send you away?” i look at the water. “i don’t wanna go there again.”

matt’s face softens, and he leans closer to the tub. “y/n, who sent you away?” even talking about this makes me think of it. and i start crying uncontrollably. my thoughts are a parasite in my brain.

stop sending letters

letters always get burned

matt softly hugs me, and his arms around me help me remember feeling. feeling like i should have been.

its not like the movies

they fed us on little white lies

matt helps me back into bed, and i feel safer, now in warmers clothes. i lay my head onto the pillow, and stare at the ceiling, laughing. i could not stop laughing.

and then it stopped.

now all of the world was gray. and grayer. and even grayer. then it was black. pitch black.

matt lays down beside me, and i turn toward him. seeing his face made me feel some sort of comfort.

like i had been living in grayscale and matt was the first thing id ever seen in color.

i think you’re crazy, maybe

i think you’re crazy, maybe

matt leans in closer to me. “y/n, can i ask you a serious question?” i nod my head slowly. but my head pounded with every movement i made.

“are you okay, seriously?”

i wanted to sink into the pillow, letting matt never have to see my face again. and me not having to answer that question ever again.

i stared at him in silence.

my eyes started to water again, and i bit my bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to leave my eyes. and matt just hugged me.

i will see you in the next life.

[ghostqsturn]

i come back and read this every month