MR WRINKLETON

matt sturniolos stuffed pug.

[mr-wrinkleton]

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۶ৎ mel. huge matt girl. minor. maroon. streetwear. music fein. baggy jeans. silver jewelry. vanilla scents. french tip nails. large tshirts. pinterest enthusiast. brunette. lip liner. billie eilish. lip gloss. cats. fanfiction. girl blogging. hit me hard and soft. sturniolo triplets. occasional bot maker. and occasional editor.

⌗ 𓂃 masterlist. ➜ au. taglist. rules. anons. botlist.

mel’s mailbox is currently open for asks and requests.

— sincerely, mel

[st7rnioioss]

i rewatched some of the triplets old videos a little while ago, but i can’t stop thinking and laughing about the fact chris said a “blog” is something someone over the age of 50 has😭😭

[mr-wrinkleton]

new pfp he look so cutie butt

[krystalsturns]

i love how sturntumblr collectively agrees that chris would be a stoner in another life (or this one)

[grace-sturnz]

what the next videos are going to look like: ✨✨

[mr-wrinkleton]

LMFAOOO

[sturnsbeer]

if you support tr*mp, go ahead and unfollow, block, dislike wtvr the fuck and leave my page.

[xoxochb]

[mr-wrinkleton]

i love paper stars sm

[mr-wrinkleton]

first time editing in forever 🙈

(follow my tiktok @mr.wr1nkleton)

[mr-wrinkleton]

first time editing in forever 🙈

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[gojosatoruhrs]

this gojo and geto parallel is the WORST thing to exist

they were both too late — even if one was able to save the other, the other sacrificed himself and let go, and the other lost a part of himself.

[mattysangelgirl]

ᝰ.ᐟ . . . 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 ⸝⸝ requested

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ⚠︎ smut, cowgirl position, creaming, dom!chris, petnames (sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie pie), etc

“fu—ck sweet thing.. ridin’ me s’good, yeah?” you moan as you grind yourself onto him, your ass resting on his hips.

your hips roll in the most perfect way, not only for him, but for you. his length brushed across every sensitive spot as his cock rubbed against your gushy walls, pleasure rushing through you, you felt like you had a sugar high.

your mind was blank while you mindlessly fucked yourself on him, and chris was enjoying this so much. he loved watching how you went so dumb just from some dick, but it wasn’t just some dick to him, it was his dick, his dick that made you feel so good that you couldn’t even think of your own name anymore.

“you’re so pretty sweetheart” you just moan before practically plopping down on his chest, holding onto the flannel for support as you started to bounce, and that was the biggest mistake you ever made.

it felt so incredible before, but now it was somehow better? your moans became louder as you bounced, desperate for more despite the already overwhelming pleasure boiling in your tummy.

“ridin’ me better than you were ridin’ that bull sweetie pie” the whole reasoning of you riding him was because he got hard from you riding the mechanical bull, but your whole plan of ruining him back fired, because you ruined yourself first.

everything you did on the bull was on purpose. arching your back a little extra, and sticking your ass out as you leaned forward. the little “surprised” moans you let out when it turned, squirming around on the machine. you wanted him to get hard from it, and you succeeded.

“sweetheart fucked ‘erself dumb, shhit— just my little stupid girl, hm?” you had no response, you could only think of how bad you wanted to cum, and chris took notice to this. he could tell by the look in your eyes, the sounds you made, your eagerness, it was all signs he knew very well.

“jus’ nod then y’can cum, kay sweetie pie?” it took you a second, but you listened, managing to nod your head. not long after, your orgasm followed. you squeezed him as tight as you could, white creamy liquid leaking from your hole and forming a white ring at his base.

“got a lil’ creamer today.. jus’ keep bein’ a good girl like this and hopefully you can do that more often..”

𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨, 𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 -`♡´-

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐔

[flouvela-deactivated20260119]

i just watched the triplets’ recent vid and the way nick described his bed frame is the most creative and elaborate description i’ve ever heard about bed frames 😭😭😭😭

[mr-wrinkleton]

he feels very strongly about that bed frame 😭

[mr-wrinkleton]

BIRTHDAY CAKE | NATESBSF!MATT

pairing . . . natesbsf!matt x nateslittlesister!reader

in which . . . your 18th birthday is coming up. and matt is in charge of bringing your birthday cake.

warm was a good way to describe the day of june 14th. it was filled with nothing but the rays of the sun and it reminded matt of nothing more than your sunshine blonde hair.

matt kept one hand on the wheel, the other on your birthday cake that was currently occupying the passenger seat. it was a purple frosted cake with happy 18th birthday written in cursive. and little edible flowers decorated the top.

nate sent matt on the mission of picking up the cake, he was too busy decorating the kitchen for when you came home. a surprise party waiting for you.

about ten minutes later matt pulled into the driveway, hoping he wasn’t late. he opened the door to find some of your friends, his brothers, and nate setting up the last of the decorations.

“hey, matt! bring the cake over here.” nate yelled, motioning for matt to bring the cake onto the table.

matt set the cake down on the table, and then walking over to the couch waiting for you to get home.

not even fifteen minutes later and you came through the door, all done with your bags from shopping. once you came into line of sight with everyone else, a string of surprises happy birthdays left their lips.

you immediately went to nate, giving him a big hug. “oh my god, are you serious?” you said, so suprised and almost about to cry from how sweet the entire thing was.

a little bit passed, close friends were mingling around with you and catching up. meanwhile matt just sat on nate’s couch awkwardly. he was confused on when to tell you happy birthday. now? your birthday wasn’t until tomorrow.

he hated how nervous you made him. he couldn’t even keep a straight conversation with you without fumbling over his words and mixing things up.

not too long into matt’s overthinking you made your way into the living room, already bored of all the conversation with other friends.

“hey,” you said, sitting down on the couch. you wore a cute plain white baby tee and some baggier jeans that fit perfectly around your waist.

matt was a little off guard by your sudden words spoken towards him. there was only about a foot of space between the two of you but matt felt like you were right on top of him.

he pushed a hand through his hair, trying to get it out of his face, “hey, how’s the little party going?” he asked, trying to maintain some sort of eye contact.

“it’s good. just uh, not easy talking to people. even people i’ve known for a while.” you explained, and you almost surprised yourself. probably the longest sentence you’ve spoken to matt without stuttering over every syllable.

matt let out a slight chuckle at your words, knowing exactly how you felt. of course he was about three years older and nineteen years of age, he still struggled with a bit of anxiety.

he let out a huff of air before speaking again, “yeah, i know how that feels.” he nods, taking in everything about your appearance. it’s like the sun lives inside of you. and matt usually hates summer.

there’s a bit of an awkward air between the two of you now. and matt’s unsure if he should say what he’s been thinking for the past, i don’t know, however long it’s been since he’s properly met you.

he takes the chance before it’s too late, “hey, uh, by the way, you look really pretty today.” he mumbled. but the compliment was still heard loud enough for you to hear.

you giggled at matt’s words, trying not to absolutely explode in front of him. “thanks, matt.” you said, before nate called your name from the kitchen. probably to start saying goodbyes to everyone.

with a sigh matt watched as you walked away and disappeared into the kitchen, giving him a small awkward goodbye wave like the last time the two of you said goodbye.

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authors note : hi i think this is horrible LOL anyway. i think readers official birthday is gonna be june 15th, as this takes place june 14th and yadada all that shit. also, should i make nateslittlesister!readers nickname like sunshine or something? ooooh idk lmk 😉

🏷️ : @courta13 @emely9274 @sturniolotoast @ivysturnss @cvrsedxzs

[mr-wrinkleton]

today at 9:30 🤫 + a sneaky little peek

[mr-wrinkleton]

these two are making a come back ❤️‍🩹

[mr-wrinkleton]

FREAK | MATT STURNIOLO

in which . . . you and matt just took instagram pictures for his page, and you just couldn’t resist him on the drive home.

the windows of the car were fogged up. the ruthless pace of matt’s cock driving into you almost tipped the car over. lewd moans and curses left from a string attached to your tongue. your back was stuck to the backseat, arched up just enough so matt could push himself into you better.

after taking instagram photos of matt, you just couldn’t resist him. you made him pull the car into an empty parking lot, begging him for his cock.

matt’s hand gripped at the headrest, trying to gain some support. you whimpered into his ear, scratching at his back. “oh- fuck matt, m’ close.” you moaned, trying to move yourself onto his length for more friction.

the green shirt matt was wearing was cropped just enough so it wouldn’t come between the two of you. his fingers pulled at the thin fabric of your panties, already drenched.

matt’s pace only quickened, sending you straight over the edge. skin against skin and your whiny breathy moans were the only sounds filling the vehicle. “c’mon princess, i know you got it in ya,” matt leaned in close enough just to whisper these words into your ear. “must be so fuckin’ full, hm?”

just a few more ruthless thrusts later, only a few more whines and you were creaming all over his cock. matt following just a minute later all over your tummy.

matt leant down to your neck to press kisses into your skin, leading all the way up to your forehead. “just couldn’t wait, huh?” he asked, a breathy laugh leaving his lips as the sound of your giggling filled the backseat.

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authors note : doja cat will always have me in a chokehold ❤️

🏷️ : @courta13 @emely9274 @sturniolotoast