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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! .

haiii! i’m not new to tumblr but i’ve only ever posted like two stories but i really plan on posting more, i struggle with creativity and originality a lot and it’s something i want to work on so i took the opportunity to write stories about my interest ( the sturniolo triplets! ) and also to incorporate sabrina carpenter who is another major interest i have, hope you enjoy my lovelies!

↬ i will be writing NSFW & sfw stuff depending on how i’m feeling and how well they do! i’d really appreciate requests, rules below!

↬ RULES (for req) : no incest, no nick w/ female (duh?), just no weird shit overall.

↬ my masterlist !

⤷ with affection and a perfectly peachy posterior, matilda !!

this took me an hour to make because i literally studied every single clip JESUS THIS MAN IS FINE #GOONING 🫩🫩🫩🫩🫩🫩🫩🫩🫩🫩🫩

𝐨𝐨𝐨. 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝟐 . ┆ featuring chris sturniolo.

꩜ concept : you (nate’s twin sister) and chris have been secretly hooking up for a while but nobody knows, until… part 2!

𓇼 warnings : none ?

part one, part two.

the air outside is sharp—cooler than it should be for early spring. the kind of cold that stings your cheeks and catches in your lungs, but you welcome it. you crave the clarity of it. anything to ground you right now, to cut through the noise in your head.

you grip the hem of your sleeves as you walk, pulling the fabric down over your hands like armor. your heart is still pounding, each step a fragile attempt to outpace the guilt clawing at your throat. you don’t know where you’re going—you just know you can’t be where you were.

your phone buzzes in your pocket.

once.

pause.

again.

and again.

you already know who it is.

chris.

you don’t answer.

not because you don’t want to. god, you do. your fingers twitch toward your pocket, desperate to feel his voice in your ear, to hear him say your name in that low, rough way like it costs him something. like you’re the air he can’t go without.

but you don’t. you can’t.

not with nate’s voice still echoing in your ears, brittle and disbelieving. “tell me this isn’t what i think it is.”

you hadn’t even said anything at first. you couldn’t. you just stood there while the pieces fell apart around you. his expression didn’t twist in anger. it broke. quietly. like someone had stolen something out of him and he didn’t even know where to begin looking for it again. and that’s the part that haunts you now. not the discovery. not even the guilt. it’s the silence that came after. the heavy, hollow kind. the kind that says you did this.

you turn a corner and lean your back against the cold brick of the corner store. it’s familiar, in a distant way—a place you used to pass with nate and chris a hundred times growing up. back then, the world was simpler. easier. you slide down until you’re sitting on the pavement, pulling your knees to your chest, curling in on yourself like you could vanish if you just tried hard enough.

it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

you were careful.

you had rules.

no touching unless the door was closed. no leaving messages that could be seen. no talking about it where anyone could hear. and above all—no feelings.

you laugh bitterly under your breath. what a joke. you broke the last rule before the others even had time to matter.

because chris wasn’t just your brother’s best friend. he was gravity in a world that kept spinning you out. he saw you when no one else did. and not just in that surface way, not just looking. he saw you. every jagged piece. every sharp edge. and instead of flinching, he stepped closer.

you didn’t mean for it to happen. but you didn’t stop it either. every time you let him close, you made a choice. and now… now nate knows.

the sound of tires crunching into the lot snaps you back. headlights sweep over you, casting long shadows. a car door slams. footsteps.

you don’t have to look up.

chris.

you know his walk. you know the weight of him moving toward you, even when he’s trying not to make a sound.

“you really think i was gonna let you sit out here alone?” he says.

his voice is quiet. careful. like if he’s too loud, you might shatter.

you don’t answer. just stare down at the gravel, hands clenched so tight your nails dig into your palms. he crouches in front of you, elbows resting on his knees.

“you can hate me,” he says. “i’ll take it. but don’t shut me out.”

you finally look at him.

and it wrecks you.

he’s not smirking. not teasing. there’s no mask, no armor. just him. real. honest. the version of chris he only ever shows you, the one who’s afraid too.

“nate hates me now,” you whisper.

“maybe,” he says. he doesn’t try to sugarcoat it, and you hate how much that matters. “but he’ll get over it.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i don’t,” he admits. “but i know what i feel when i’m with you. and i know i don’t want to pretend that doesn’t matter.”

your throat tightens. the wind picks up and bites at your skin, but you barely notice. the words sit there between you, raw and impossible.

“i love you,” chris says. softer than before. like it’s something sacred. “i didn’t mean to. it just… happened.”

your chest caves in.

you’ve said those words in your head a hundred times. at night, with your face buried in your pillow. in his arms, when you watched him sleep. but never out loud. because out loud means real. and real means consequences.

you stand up slowly, brushing off your jeans. your eyes flick toward the street, like you could still run. like there’s somewhere left to go.

you can’t say it back. not yet. maybe not ever. not with nate’s face burned behind your eyelids. not with the sound of his voice still breaking inside you.

but chris steps closer, careful not to crowd you, and reaches out his hand. just a little. just enough.

you hesitate.

then you take it.

you don’t say anything. you don’t have to. because sometimes silence says just as much as words do.

and maybe—for now—that’s enough.

i didn’t know wether to make this heavily fluffy or angst so i kinda met in the middle?!

⤷ with affection and a perfectly peachy posterior, matilda !!

@urmom69lol @theylovedemi @courta13 @auttysturnz @mattybernard @sturnsxbitvh @hannahsturniolo @matts-247 @sturnixblogger

as a LOWKEY nate girl i’m nibbling at the iron bars of my cage im going fucking feral.

𝐨𝐨𝐨. 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 . ┆ featuring chris sturniolo.

꩜ concept : you (nate’s twin sister) and chris have been secretly hooking up for a while but nobody knows, until…

𓇼 warnings : ending of a sex scene, kissing, getting caught.

part one, part two.

you and chris had been secretly hooking up for a little over a month now. what started with stolen glances and harmless teasing had slowly unraveled into something far more intense than either of you expected. it began with lingering eye contact, soft smiles exchanged across the room, and playful jabs that gradually started feeling like flirtation. then came the sneaky hangouts, the quiet conversations held too close in the shadows of hallways, and the soft brushes of hands that lingered too long to be innocent. each moment between you two was like a spark—brief but thrilling, a slow burn of something forbidden. and when it finally tipped over into more—into kisses stolen behind closed doors, hands fisted in clothing, whispered names against skin—it became addictive. reckless. consuming.

but through it all, there was one rule. one non-negotiable boundary. nate could never, ever find out.

nate wasn’t just your twin. he was your safe place. your protector since day one. he made it his mission to shield you from anything and anyone that could break your heart, and that extended, especially, to his best friends. since high school, he’d laid the law down with a firm warning: you were off-limits. and he meant it. “if either of you so much as look at her the wrong way, you won’t be breathing the next day,” he had said more than once, half-joking, but always with that unmistakable fire in his eyes. chris knew that. he knew what was at stake. and still, he crossed that line—again and again.

the craziest part? you let him. no, you wanted him to. because being with chris didn’t feel like a mistake. it felt right. like something that finally made sense in a world that rarely did.

—

tuesday | 7:53 pm

the room was dimly lit, filled only with the soft golden glow of the bedside lamp. the air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and your skin was flushed and damp with heat. you slowly lifted yourself off of chris, a shaky breath escaping your lips as a sharp ache pulsed through you when his tip left your overstimulated core.

“careful, baby,” he murmured gently, catching your wrist as you nearly toppled over. his voice was low and tender, edged with satisfaction as he helped you ease down onto the mattress. you collapsed onto your back, eyes fluttering shut. your body hummed—exhausted, sore, and completely wrecked in the best possible way.

you lay on your back, chest rising and falling slowly as you caught your breath. the air still held the weight of what had just happened—messy, breathless, and a little chaotic—but the silence that followed felt oddly peaceful. beside you, chris moved carefully, reaching into the drawer to grab a small towel. his touch was gentle, his movements practiced and full of care, like he wasn’t just cleaning up a mess but trying to preserve the moment. he glanced over at you, eyes softer than you were prepared for, and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“you did amazing,” he murmured, voice low and tender, tinged with something heavier than lust.

you smiled, still flushed, still overwhelmed. you watched him from the bed as he stood, pulling on his jeans and slipping his shirt over his shoulders. it hit you, for a second, how normal this felt—how easy it was to fall into routine with him, even if that routine was wrapped in lies and secrets.

you stayed still for another moment, trying to savor the quiet, before finally pushing yourself up and starting to get dressed.

—

8:09 pm

you stood in front of the mirror, slowly running a straightener through your hair, trying to undo the chaos that chris had left behind. your cheeks were still tinged pink, and no matter how many deep breaths you took, your heart hadn’t stopped racing. behind you, chris was adjusting his collar, already dressed in his crisp white polo and black jeans, watching you like he hadn’t seen anything prettier in his life.

“c’mon, baby,” he said, walking up behind you and slipping his arms around your waist. “they’re yelling for us. let’s not give them more reason to suspect something.”

he kissed your cheek, and you let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “this is your fault,” you muttered, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“not denying it,” he grinned, completely unapologetic.

you finished applying your lip gloss and tucked it into your purse. he pulled you in for one last kiss, and then the two of you headed downstairs, putting on your best act like nothing had happened. like you hadn’t just crossed every line your brother had drawn in the sand.

as you stepped off the final stair, the boys all let out exaggerated groans of relief.

“finally,” matt said, arms crossed, clearly annoyed. “we were about to leave without you.”

nick was pacing near the door, keys already in hand, while nate leaned against the wall with his arms folded, eyes sharp and impatient.

you and chris didn’t say much—just exchanged one of those glances you’d perfected over the past month. unreadable to anyone else, but filled with unspoken things.

you reached for your house keys in the bowl by the door while chris grabbed the car keys from the hook. the others began putting on their shoes, talking amongst themselves, and for a moment, it felt like maybe—just maybe—you were in the clear.

until nick spoke.

“nice lip gloss, chris!” he blurted out, laughing.

everything stopped.

chris froze mid-step, his hand flying to his lips. your heart dropped to the floor. his mouth—still faintly glossed with the shine you’d applied just minutes ago—was now very, very noticeable under the hallway light. panic flashed in his eyes as he scrubbed at his mouth, then glanced straight at you, expression wide with horror.

and then nate looked up.

his eyes landed on chris. then flicked to you. back to chris again. you could almost hear the pieces clicking together in his head.

his expression shifted. slowly. confusion giving way to fury.

“you’ve gotta be fucking joking me,” he said, stepping forward.

chris opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but nate was already shaking his head, his voice low and deadly.

“chris, don’t. just don’t. tell me this isn’t what i think it is.”

you tried to jump in. “nate, just calm down—” but it was too late.

“you guys are fucking?!?!” matt shouted, his jaw practically on the floor. you and chris both groaned, instinctively covering your faces with your hands. and just like that, the room fell into chaos—nick was howling with a mix of shock and laughter, matt was pacing in disbelief, and nate? nate looked like he was ready to tear the entire house down.

“nate, just calm down—” you began. ‘we’re gonna uh- miss our reservation.’ you say, taking matters into your own hands and walking out of the front door on your own accord equally as embarrassed and ashamed.

okay idk if i like this! gimme ur opinions :p

⤷ with affection and a perfectly peachy posterior, matilda !!

haaaaaaaaiii how old r u?

old enough😰😥😅

oh em gee ur theme is so so cute

oh em gee i love you !!!!!

Fav sturniolo quotes?

‘what are you TALKING about’

‘i know everything about bags sweetheart’

‘turn around and pull your pants down realll slow’

‘do you feel it? do you feel it rubbing up against you?’

‘who’s thong was that under your bed?’

‘hey sugar lips you like my big truck?’

‘WHAT THE FUCKING ZEBRA’

honourable mentions :

‘no elephants😒, no elephants😞’

UR THEME IS SO CUTEEE

OMG THANK YOU CUTIE >_^

𝐨𝐨𝐨. 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 . ┆ featuring chris sturniolo.

꩜ concept : you and chris get assigned together for a science project, who knew it would lead to such a heated moment? you can’t stop thinking about him, wondering if he feels the same, you start stalking his socials for any types of hints, until you look on his instagram story. bingo.

𓇼 warnings : kissing.

“great,” you mumble under your breath, eyes narrowing slightly as your name follows chris’ on the science partner list. of course. out of everyone in class, you got paired with him. you glance up, scanning the room, and land on a pair of blue eyes already looking at you. he offers a small smirk, effortlessly charming, and you can’t help the thought that slides in: being paired with the finest guy in school is definitely going to help me focus this semester, right?

even worse? this assignment’s worth 50% of your final grade. as if the pressure wasn’t already cooking.

the bell rings, snapping you back. you reach down to grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder, when a pair of fresh white air forces step into view. you look up—there he is. chris sturniolo. he flashes a casual smile, and somehow it makes your stomach flip.

“we should probably get started on that soon. i’d rather just get it over with,” he says, cool and unfazed.

you blink and straighten up quickly. “my house is free. my parents are off on some… stupid work vacation thing…” you trail off, mentally kicking yourself for oversharing. again.

but chris just grins. “perfect.” he slips you a folded piece of paper with his number scribbled on it before turning and walking off, joining matt—his equally hot triplet brother—without looking back.

—

6 hours later

you’ve spent the last 45 minutes trying to mentally prepare yourself for the fact that chris fucking sturniolo is about to be in your bedroom. on your bed. in your house. alone. you smooth your shirt down, quickly check your reflection in the mirror, and practically jog to the door when the doorbell rings.

you swing it open to find him standing there—those damn ocean eyes and lashes that make it borderline illegal for him to be this pretty.

“come in,” you manage to mutter, already feeling your sanity unravel.

it’s been about an hour now. the assignment is technically moving along, but you’re the one doing most of the writing while chris lies on your bed, casually questioning every other sentence you jot down.

“okay, man, i need a brain break,” he groans dramatically, dropping his head back onto your pillow. “cuz what the fuck are we even writing about anymore?”

you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your neck. “sorry—I ramble when i write, it’s like my brain can’t shut up.”

chris stretches, and your eyes can’t help but drift to the small sliver of skin revealed above his waistband. you cough quickly, tearing your gaze away, then close the book and set it on the floor.

—

30 minutes into your ‘brain break’

the assignment has been forgotten, replaced by a conversation that’s zigzagged from school stress to hot teachers, to celebrity crushes, and now—players at your school.

chris smirks. “you a player?”

you scoff. “no, no, i could never.”

“i smell bullshit,” he grins. “you’re telling me you don’t even… like… homie hop?”

you burst out laughing. “chris, i’ve never even kissed someone, let alone dated anyone!”

his face freezes for a second, brows lifting in surprise. “wait, seriously?”

you nod, cheeks warm. “yeah… i mean, it’s not like i don’t want to. no one’s ever tried, y’know? and now it’s just embarrassing. when my first kiss does happen, i’m gonna look like such an idiot not knowing what i’m doing.”

chris goes quiet for a beat, then sits up a bit, eyes locked on yours.

“i mean… i could always teach you?” his voice is light but edged with something more serious, more intentional.

your cheeks burn and your heart skips. “i mean… you don’t have to, obviously. just for experience or whatever…” he rushes to clarify, realizing he might’ve overstepped.

but you don’t think. you just do.

you lean in—and so does he.

your lips meet softly, tentatively, like neither of you wants to scare the moment away. his hand cups your cheek, the other steadying itself at your waist. his lips move slowly against yours, and instinctively, you follow, matching his rhythm.

you can’t help the tiny moans escaping your mouth, and you feel him smile against your lips at the sound. everything feels warm, dizzying, addicting. then your speaker kicks in—“meddle about” by chase atlantic starts playing—and it only adds gasoline to the fire building between you two. we only met each other just the other day, but you already got me feeling some type of way.

“is this okay?” he whispers, lips brushing yours.

“please,” you breathe. “more.”

he doesn’t hesitate. now if i could figure it out, i’d take you back to my house so we could meddle about. this time the kiss is deeper, messier, your tongues meeting and moving like this was always supposed to happen. you fall back against the pillow, chris leaning over you, not letting a single second pass without contact.

it’s electric. unforgettable.

—

2 hours later

chris is gone now, and yet your heart’s still racing. you lie on your bed, lips still tingling, brain replaying everything. the kiss. the smirk. the way he said “i could teach you.”

you grab your phone, needing a distraction. opening instagram, you see a new story from him. you tap it, not expecting anything—then pause.

you stare at it, a smile slowly forming across your lips.

“oh. my. god.”

I HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS I LWK LOVE IT!

heavily heavily inspired by ‘meddle about’ by heartfelt- on wattpad.

⤷ with affection and a perfectly peachy posterior, matilda !!

dominicfikesbaby

⋆ ˚｡⋆ first fanfic and post on here! hope it doesnt disappoint!⋆ ˚｡⋆

꣑ৎ irresistible ꣑ৎ

!{user x matt sturniolo}!

contains : begging, swear words , and backstory . ۫ ꣑ৎ

you and matt sturniolo were a love story no one knew about. it was secret, sacred, yours. until it wasn’t.

years ago, you broke up behind closed doors. no messy public fallout, no posts, no goodbyes. just silence. you went your separate ways like strangers, even if it killed you inside.

now, matt’s back in your home state with his brothers, playing sold-out shows, taking over the city. you hear the buzz, you see the posts. his face on every screen, every corner you turn, a constant reminder.

you told yourself you wouldn’t care. you wouldn’t reach out. you wouldn’t go looking.

you almost believed it too.

until 12:07 am.

a hard knock rattles your front door, and before you can even think, you’re pulling it open.

there he is.

matt.

messy hair, wide eyes, breathing heavy like he just ran here.

without saying a word, he grabs your face and crashes his lips onto yours, desperate, hungry, like he’s starving for you. his hands roam your body like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go.

you taste the apology on his tongue before he even says it.

“i miss you,” he pants between kisses, his voice cracking. his fingers tangle in your hair, his body pressed flush against yours like he can’t get close enough. “i miss everything about you. your laugh, your body, the way you used to look at me like i was your whole world.”

he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, raw and wrecked.

“i know i fucked up,” he whispers. “i never should’ve let you go. i thought i had time to fix it. but being here, being this close to you again, it’s fucking killing me.”

he kisses you harder, rougher this time, like he’s trying to make up for every second he lost.

“i don’t care about the tour. i don’t care about the shows. i don’t care about anything if you’re not next to me.”

his hands are on your waist, sliding under your shirt, and you’re not sure if you’re pulling him inside or if he’s dragging you out into the night. all you know is you’re both losing control, fast.

and you have one night before he’s gone again.

sturnizolo

OH MMYMYYYY.

pls send me some fun questions in my ask box thingy i’m so bored pls spam</3

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 cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, 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 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 jittering, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, 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, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

and i’ll also leave this one here! someone sedate me.

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 cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, 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 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 jittering, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, 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, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

i’ll leave that there.

PLEASE HELP ME !!!

my tumblr acc is so outdated, someone PLEASSEEE msg me and give me some theme ideas for my acc, VERY SPECIFIC WOULD BE BEST PLS. i’m thinking like a dolly kinda colours theme yk …

https://www.tumblr.com/sturnizolo/760670101593800704/hi-guys-i-just-wanted-to-come-on-here-and-say

NO CUZ FR AND THAT BENARDBENDYSRAWS GIRL DOES IT AND ITS TRIGGERING

okay so i just got this in my inbox so i did a little deep search through her account and i found nothing romanticising ed’s/sh, if you see content you do not like, scroll. i understand where you’re coming from, saying it’s triggering but honestly it’s your fault for even reading it if you already know you’re gonna get ‘triggered’. yes she writes about sh and ed but that doesn’t mean she’s romanising it pls do ur research. also let’s maybe not spread negativity and name drop on my girl benardsbendystraws, it’s not cute gworll…

mwahh

nick was so cranky in the recent live :’)) it completely killed the mood i really hope he’s more upbeat next liveeee :p

( i do understand he just got off a flight, id be cranky too im nottttt hating )

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