[sturnskiss]

𝓜𝐀𝐑𝐈 - 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒. she / her. 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑝. hispanic. 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. shifting. matt sturniolo ki𝑠𝑠es. love spell. 𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑒 cameron. #1 𝑦𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖 stan. music. hot sh𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠. bed 𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. writing. steve ha𝑟𝑟ington. 」

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓?

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𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊

why not both? (chratt)

𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 / 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 - 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 / 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑

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© 𝑆𝑇𝑈𝑅𝑁𝑆𝐾𝐼𝑆𝑆 8/20/2025

[saetiate]

please eat enough and drink enough water and get enough sleep. this is so that you have enough energy. because we need you to be writing and drawing porn on the internet

[sturnskiss]

^᪲᪲᪲ WHY NOT BOTH?

♡⸝⸝ : praise, pet names, unprotected (no no), creampie, oral (m), slight choking, threesome (no incest)

wc: 1k

note: special fic for @tits4matt birthday!! enjoy <3

Chris and Matt have been your friends since forever; they have always been there for you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a slight crush on them, which was your current dilemma. Surely you would have to choose which boy you like the most, right? It was something that you tried to avoid thinking about since your friendship with them would always come first.

You couldn't handle losing both of your best friends over a silly crush. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself, but day by day it got increasingly harder to avert your thoughts to anything else. Your birthday was less than a week away, and both of the boys were being extra nice to you, which was normal, but for some reason recently it felt different. Like there was intention behind their actions besides a simple friendly gesture. On monday chris had shown up to your apartment with coffee and pastries from your favorite cafe, his thumb swiped across the corner of your mouth as he wiped crumbs off your lips. His thumb stayed on your skin for longer than necessary. Matt invited you out to lunch on Tuesday; he arrived early to pick you up and bought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He even opened the door for you as you got into his car, which he had never done before.

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something about them seemed to be different. On Wednesday, they both came over for a movie night, which was a regular event that you all partook in. They were very attentive towards you, bringing you water, refilling your popcorn bowl, and making sure the blanket was covering you completely. By Thursday, your mind was in a whirlwind, and you couldn’t stop thinking about both of them. Everything seemed to be getting more complicated every time they would come over or do something for you.

By Friday, it was your birthday. They had thrown a surprise birthday for you at their house, setting up decorations and music along with food, of course. It all felt so surreal; you felt so appreciated. “Let us clean that up, baby,” Chris whispered as he moved past you, cleaning off the kitchen table that was scattered with plates. You couldn’t help but blush, your face heating up at his words. Part of you wanted to shake off these thoughts; they were your best friends, for goodness sake. Later, as all three of you were sitting in the living room. Your mind was fuzzy as you stared at them, trying to process the words that just came out of their mouths. “We like you,” you kept repeating it over and over again in your head. Trying to figure out if those were really the words you heard, or if your brain was playing tricks on you. Chris leaned forward, his eyes scanning your face. Silence filled the room; the only thing that could be heard was your heavy breathing as you felt their closeness.

“You don’t have to choose now,” Matt whispered, his hand moving to push a strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t know if you could ever choose. The strap of your dress was slowly pushed down your shoulders as Chris’s fingertips grazed your skin. A shiver went down your spine as Matt knelt to help slip the dress off your legs, leaving you exposed to both of their hungry eyes. Vulnerability rushed through your veins; you were practically naked in front of them, and your heart raced. Matt could sense your nervousness, grabbing your chin and turning your face towards him. “You’re beautiful, angel.” Their movements were gentle as they continued to undress you, their hands roaming your body, memorizing every curve.

You leaned your back against Chris’s chest as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. “There you go, pretty girl,” he praised you, his hands steady on your hips. Matt was standing in front of you, his thumb swiping across your cheek to calm your nerves. You slowly started to move, gasps falling from your lips as you felt Chris’s cock deep inside of you. His eyes were glued to your ass as he watched it bounce on his lap. He could almost come right then and there. Matt's fingertips traced the side of your body, trailing the underside of your boobs, until his hand was wrapped around your neck. He applied slight pressure as you continued to ride Chris.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt your release approaching fast. Chris lifted his hips off the couch and took control of your movements fucking himself deep inside of you. You felt him twitch and spill his release into you. Matt slowly lowered you onto the couch. Your body tingled with aftershocks, feeling sensitive. His hand spread your legs open wider, nestling between your thighs as he slapped his hard cock against your messy folds. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he spoke softly. He slowly sank into you, feeling your tight walls engulf him, his thumb slowly rubbing your clit. Your hands gripped his arms as he moved his hips against yours. You felt so close to both of them. Chris moved over your face, leaning down to kiss your lips. Moans spilled into his mouth, as one of your hands wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking him back to life.

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so well for us,” He groaned, his head thrown back as you moved your head closer to his leaky tip. Your tongue slowly moved over the precum collecting on his slit. Matt continued his thrust slow and deep, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. You moved around Chris’s cock as you felt Matt pick up his pace. A smirk plastered his face as the couch continued to hit the wall. “That’s gonna leave a dent,” Chris chuckled, pulling his cock out of your mouth and watching his cum seep from your lips.

[crystalcider]

INTRODUCING : SUMMER OF STURNIOLO

INTRODUCTION: hey everyone, its me, your host @/crystalcider otherwise known as cynn. i'm a fairly new writer in all fandom spaces, but as for the sturniolo triplets? i've been around a bit, but never really knew when to make a splash in the sturniolo fandom specfically. i wanted to make a good impression, and find a way to bring people together for something positive, and thus SUMMER OF STURNIOLO was born !

WHAT'S SOS ( SUMMER OF STURNIOLO ) ? : summer of sturniolo was born out of a need to have a place to put my creativity, as well as wanting to bring sturnblr closer together. summer of sturniolo (shortened to sos) is a summer writing event where i will be debuting my sturniolo triplet writings AND inviting other writers to join! think of a xmas writing event, or kinktober, it'll feature writings themed around a certain season, except this time, it'll be summer. that's right, anything summer related goes, so go crazy! i'll be debuting 4 au's :

LIFE IN CHERRYWOODS, CALIFORNIA: a reality tv show au about 10 20-something descendants of actors, celebrities & musicans are hand picked to live together for the entire summer, in an attempt to show the world they're more than just nepo babies BOY NEXT SHORE : a the summer i turned pretty inspired chratt au THE COAST OF CALYPSO : an island matt au featuring a charming view on island life and a clandestine mystery that incloses it ESTEVILLE, KA: inspired by skins, uk au: a group of 20-somethings and tales about their stumbling and falls from grace into adulthood and 'maturity'

and the best part? all long fics. promised romance. thrill. adventure. mystery, juicy drama, and of course summer flings.

now, that's just what i'm bringing, but the question is what are you bringing to blow us all out of the water? all writers are encouraged to join, i'd love to see people join in with their own summer-influenced twist on fics! and in fact, they'll be suprises floating around sturnblr soon, actually, maybe as you're reading this right now, hiding in your inbox, or a friend, or a friend of a friends. i want you in, summer's known for being a time to cool off, and there's no pressure, no competition, just a way for writers to come together and beat the heat (or not), or maybe get steamy (lol)

SOUNDS COOL, HOW DO I JOIN ? : it's simple, if you see details on summer of sturniolo, and wanna join in to write. or, you want in on the fun just to read and support, you can send me an ask or comment requesting to be tagged!

IF YOU'RE A WRITER: if you have an idea you wanna create for this event, send me an ask as stated above, and state what day you'd like to debut, official start date is june 15th, i won't put an end date yet, depending on how many people join. but, i'll be adding everyone to an SOS lineup, similar to coachella, to know who's posting when, so readers have an easier time keeping up. and so the event stays streamlined. IF YOU'RE A READER: just follow the above instructions and send asks to be tagged or for more details if you're curious! *if you're both, it's double the fun!

WHEN IS IT? AND WHERE CAN I GET DETAILS ? : ah, the best part, summer doesn't have to end, does it? summer of sturniolo is all. summer. long. but dates and details may change, depending on who or how many people join. you can get details from me, your host cynn! who'll be guiding and maintaining this event. the original plan for the event was a month long, but if everyone wants it to go on longer than that, it will!

WHAT ARE THE RULES + GUIDELINES ? : well i'm glad you asked, they're placed down here and sorted based on certain criteria!

FOR WRITERS : this event is a writing event, so obviously writing is required, but here's the nitty gritty

ONE: no diving in the kiddie pool! this is an 18+ EVENT ONLY, let's make that clear TWO: the reason for the first rule is because all writings are allowed: smut, angst, fluff etc. so with that being said, rules on what can and cannot be written should be pretty clear: anything you would see in a typical writers rules about general NO NO's apply here, shouldn't have to spell them out. no incest, scat, non-con, -18 etc. yeah, you know the rules THREE: minimum writing wc is 500, there's no maximum, feel free to go crazy! longfics and shortfics are encouraged, au's, !readers, oc's, anything! creativity is key! just NO AI!! FOUR: when entering the event: make sure to state these key things: who you're writing for, what slot you want, and the name/title of your fic, au, drabble etc, so i can make a masterlist on each sturniolo and whos writing for them! so that way, readers can keep up even when they missed a day, and its easy to look back on in the future! FIVE: when tagging, tagging #SUMMER OF STURNIOLO or #SUMMER OF STURN 26' or something similar could help readers, other writers and myself find & keep track of posts! SIX : once a date has been chosen, try to pick a different one! so everyone has a day to shine! (i dont think this will be an issue but just in case) if all dates are full, feel free to pick one that has the least on a specific date

FOR READERS : this should be a given, but its an 18+ EVENT!! this applies to readers as well, this is absolutely a MINORS DNI situation, i should not see any minors and if i do i'm blocking on sight

with all that being said, what are you waiting for? join in on the fun!

CRYSTALCIDER'S STURNIOLO TRIPLET MASTERLIST (MY FICS ONLY) SUMMER OF STURNIOLO MASTERLIST SUMMER OF STURNIOLO EVENT SCHEDULE SUMMER OF STURNIOLO GOOGLE DOC SUMMER OF STURNIOLO TAGLIST

*my fics will be linked twice in my personal masterlist and on the summer of sturniolo masterlist (where all other fics will go!) , again, just for future reference and organization!

NOTES : OMG im so excited to FINALLY be sharing this with you all, i'm a vv small blog so i really hope this reaches sturnblr in full because i really want this to be a really good sturnblr 26', and i hope this can help that :). with that being said, if anyone has any questions, send me an ask, dm or anything!

just tagging some sturniolo triplet fandom moots n' people who i think would like to join or be notified!

TAGS : @444tunately @strnlwrldz @strnilolover @sturnskiss @sturncoast @chrisssiren @sturnsbunny @intortura @rainyyy-weather @salemsturniolo @sinsturns @immaqulate @serenitysturn @mwuapsturniolo @thenickgirl @nickssidewitch @55sturn @passionfruitchris @mattsstarlet @dailydoseofchratt @cinnamonsturns @devotedlyteenagemusic @pepsipoet @sleepysturns @chrismalfoy @delilahsturniolo @90ssum @cybersturn @stellarsturniolos @dailydoseofchratt @courta13 @prettysturns @winnieangel @mattspawprints @444sturns @purrrrblonde @inkedsturnioloss @prettysturns @mattsbeloved @atlassiana @xplringsturniolos @feelykavanagh @girliemattitude @starstuddedlove

if i've forgotten anyone mb, this is just off the top of my head!! reblogs n' all that would be appreciated in spreading the word <3

© crystalcider © SUMMER OF STURNIOLO (2026) + creds 2 @cursed-carmine and @chrisssiren 4 dividers

[sturnskiss]

GUYS CHECK OUT THIS SUPER COOL EVENT HOSTED BY @crystalcider !!

tags to spread the news: @ariieeesworld @spookysturnz @snoopysnote @conspiracy-ash @courta13 @angelicameron @tezzzzzzzz @viviansturns @immaqulate @starryfantasydreams @iluvchr1s @macsangel @heart4malachi @le4hsblog @heartsonlyforchris @oopsiedaisydeer @sadgirlslush @bsturnzz @ribbonlovergirl @chrispycremedonut @eneywey @anonymouslyachrisgirl @bittenbymatt @smileymilee @nodoubtily @matts-wife @auttysturnz @gisouwhat @aaliyah-sturns @chrissbambi @chris-sturns-16 @angel-sturn1 @devotedlyteenagemusic @dailydoseofchratt @breesturn @echambieee @kira-sturns @bernwentonio @ilovesamgoldencoch @bambidreamzzz @whore4chris @xalierjasmine7228 @anetluvschris @realgeeker3000 @privatelyowned-t @vampsturn @luvsyouaria @delilahsturniolo @filthgf @ariestrxsh

[mi-co-uk]

hey chat

complicated to explain but someone who is now no longer present in my life, I think is watching what I post on my account. im upset and this blog doesn't feel like a safe space now because of it. i don't know what her account is so im not able to stop them but I know they can see mine.

I think im gonna have to deactivate? im gonna take a few days to decide but I wanted to let people know so you can reblog favourite fics and stuff like that if I do leave.

I know ive been away but I still have plans for fanfic so I should come back on another blog at some point if I feel safe

im really upset that ill probably have to start from scratch and post my old fics again but I dont have a choice.

anyone who wants to know my new account when I eventually make it, please comment on this post and if my moots can repost this, then I should be able to find everyone again

I really love and and appreciate all of you, I havnt decided officially yet but I probably will have to deactivate. but I won't be gone ill just be in the shadows for now :>

still sad tho :(

[mattsfavlesbian]

good girls get treats | matt sturniolo smut

pairing: softdom!matt x puppy!reader

warnings: puppy play (you are literally being treated like a dog), wearing a collar, wearing dog ears, face fucking, hands free bj, orgasm control, thigh riding

authors note: not proofread oopsies ... chat we don't talk about this... unless... we all get real freaky real quick

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"Come here, girl," matt called out, he was in the living room, sitting on the couch staring at his phone. You walked in, wearing his t-shirt and boxers. Matt looked up at you, scanning what you were wearing, "hmm, come here," matt called you over, you walked over to him, standing in front of him with a little smile on your face. "Let's see, collar is on," matt reached up, grabbing you by your collar and pulling you down to be face to face with him, making you gasp. "But what's missing?" He asked, looking at your hair then back down at you.

"Matt.. I don't like them.." you whimpered softly, face flushing with embarrassment. "Oh? You don't like them? You seemed to like them last time, puppy girl," matt said, smirking at your embarrassment, his cock stirring in his sweats. "Go put them on, be a good girl." He let go of your collar waving you off and giving you no option to fight it. You drug your feet back to the bedroom, you hated that he made you wear the dumb puppy ears, but you knew why he did it. A form of degradation that you would never admit you liked.

You grabbed the ears, putting them on and fixing your hair before coming back to the living room. Matt looked up from his phone and smiled, "good girl! You want a treat?" Matt asked, speaking to you like you were his own personal puppy. You blushed, looking down, feeling shy but the wetness grew between your legs. "Come here, good girls deserve treats don't they?" Matt asked as you walked over. You nodded and matt pointed to the ground, a silent command. You dropped down to your knees, looking up at him as he placed his hands on your head, petting your head. "Speak puppy," matt smirked.

You clenched your jaw, looking down as embarrassment flooded your body and you got wetter with each word. "Come on, be a good girl and speak," matt commanded. You gulped, letting out a little bark making matt chuckled. You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "Hey, no, bad puppy, no covering that pretty face, speak again," matt said, grabbing your wrists and moving them off your face. "Speak." He commanded once more. You let out another weak bark making matt chuckled.

"Good girl, let's get you your treat, yeah?" Matt said, letting go of your wrists. Matt brought his hands to his sweats, letting you watch as he pulled his cock free. You licked your lips absentmindedly. Matt smirked, giving himself a few strokes before making a come hither motion with his fingers for you to get between his legs. You moved, situating yourself between his legs. "Remember, puppy's don't use hands do they?" Matt asked and you shook your head, putting your hands behind your back.

Matt held his cock up as you leaned down, swirling your tongue around his tip. He was about to chastise you for teasing but then you wrapped your lips around his cock and he moaned out. "Oh good girl," he moaned out, placing his free hand on your head, keeping your ears in place and helping you set a pace moving up and down. You bobbed your head, "eye contact puppy," matt reminded. You looked up at him through your lashes as he pushed you down, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat. Tears brimmed in your eyes as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat making you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"Fuck-" matt groaned, throwing his head back but only for a moment before wanting to watch you as you sucked him off. "Good fucking girl, keep going, gag on my fucking cock," matt said through gritted teeth, bucking up into your mouth. He began to fuck your mouth, you gagged but stayed still. You knew if you needed to stop you had a way to do it but you didn't want to stop. Wetness pooled in your panties, you squeezed your thighs together. "Fuck- gonna cum in this pretty mouth, you gonna swallow your treat puppy? Like a good fucking girl?" matt said, holding you in place.

He gave one final thrust, moaning out your name as he came down your throat. He pulled you off, you swallowed coughing slightly before opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show you swallowed it all. "Good puppy! Took your treat so well, didn't you?" Matt said, ruffling your hair making you whimper. "What's wrong puppy?" Matt asked, giving you a sympathetic pout as you looked up at him with those puppy dog eyes. "Oh, puppy wants to get off too doesn't she?" Matt asked and you nodded. His sympathetic pout turned into a smile, "oh puppy, come on, let's get you off," he grabbed your hands, pulling you up.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you to straddle his thigh making you whine, you didn't wanna do all the work. "Puppy, you either get to use my thigh or my shoe so which do you want?" Matt asked, holding your hips in place. "Thigh," you whimpered. "Alright, then go ahead puppy," matt let go of your hips, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back against the couch to watch you. You pouted but started moving your hips, dragging your clothed heat over his thigh making you whimper. You placed your hands on him, starting to set a pace as you ground against his thigh.

You began to moan, rutting on his thigh like a dog in heat just how he liked it. Watching as you humiliated yourself to get off. "You're gonna remember to ask, right puppy?" Matt asked and you nodded, face contorted in focus as you worked on getting yourself off. You moaned louder, your clit repeatedly being rubbed against his clothed thigh making your orgasm bubble up inside of you. You kept going, making yourself closer, "c-can I-" you whimpered, throwing your head back. "Can you what puppy?" Matt asked, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "Can I- can I cum?" You asked and matt smirked. "What if I say no?" He asked making you whine and slow down. He grabbed your hips speeding you back up. "You can cum puppy, you've been so good," matt said.

Finally, you came, moaning out matts name as he helped your hips keep moving till you rode out your high. Finally, he stilled you, "Good puppy, you did so well for me," matt said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. You cuddled into his chest with a smile, "thank you," you said softly. "You're welcome puppy, my good good girl." Matt said, kissing the top of your head.

taglist: @ilovesturniolozz @vantezzn @shessogone @aliaratawitchtrial @whore4chris @toybfs @mattspawprints @softaurae

[sophiaurora]

꒰ ּ⠀๋ 👐🏻 .💌 ׁ GET TO KNOW ME BETTER

thank you for the tag @nyasm ❤︎⁠

ঌ ✶  name : sofia / sophia

ঌ ✶  zodiac : cancer

ঌ ✶  hogwarts house : hufflepuff! :3

ঌ ✶  height : 5’5 (165 cm)

ঌ ✶  orientation : heteroromantic greysexual, i think

ঌ ✶  ethnicity : white

ঌ ✶  favourite fruit : cherry and watermelon

ঌ ✶  favorite season : summer

ঌ ✶  favorite book series : not sure about series, but i AM loving picking daisies on sundays so far <3

ঌ ✶  favorite fictional characters : (a few of) my beloveds and who i see myself in

ঌ ✶  favorite flower : lily and gardenia

ঌ ✶  favorite scent : chance eau tendre by chanel and sexy, so what by playboy

ঌ ✶  favourite color : pale pink, burgundy, and navy blue

ঌ ✶  favorite animals : cats and bunnies

ঌ ✶  favorite band / artist : i was a huge aroha and a carat a few years back, so...

ঌ ✶  coffee, tea, or hot cocoa : cold cocoa lol

ঌ ✶  average sleep hours : no idea. i sleep anywhere from 4 hours to 12 hours lol

ঌ ✶  number of blankets you sleep with : one (1)

ঌ ✶  dream trip : hard to say, but probably maledives

ঌ ✶  last thing googled : flights to london

ঌ ✶  account created : @faeriesophia in january 2024, and @sophiaurora in august 2024

ঌ ✶  how many blogs followed : over a 100

ঌ ✶  number of followers : @faeriesophia ~320, and @sophiaurora ~880

ঌ ✶  what you usually post about : yapping, girly things, pretty photos, and fandom stuff

ঌ ✶  do you get asks regularly : sometimes lol

ঌ ✶  what’s your aesthetic : i literally have no idea, but maybe a mix of classic preppy and soft girl?

this was such fun, hope you guys join !!! ❤︎⁠

꒰ ּ⠀๋ ✉️ .  ׁ no pressure tags .ᐟ⠀݂ ּ @glowydiaries @calamaroo @caramelmiacchiato @coffeelovingreader @inkstainsonmysheets @your-mommy-ems @xoxoivy13 @buyingflowersforyou @cherryseascns @cherryribbcns @14026 + anyone else who wants to join ♡

[salemsturniolo]

Thankyou for the tag @sturnsgirlygirl 🤍

Name -> Salem

Zodiac -> Scorpio

Hogwarts house -> Slytherin

Height -> 5’7 [roughly]

Orientation -> Heterosexual

Favourite fruit -> Black cherries

Favourite season -> Autumn

Favourite book series -> Anything written by Stephen King

Favourite fictional character -> Cordelia Goode [AHS Coven]

Favourite flower -> Daisies

Favourite scent -> Tom Ford Lost Cherry

Favourite colour -> Dark green

Favourite animal -> Bunnies

Favourite band/artist -> Stevie Nicks

Coffee/tea/hot cocoa -> Coffee

Average sleep hours -> usually 5/6

Number of blankets you sleep with -> One

Dream trip -> Hawaii

Last thing googled -> Oxford dashboard

Account created -> 4th May 2026 [R.I.P to my original blog]

How many blogs followed -> 106

Number of followers -> 298 [My original blog had 1389]

What do you usually post about -> Chris Sturniolo

Do you get asks regularly? -> Between 5-10 daily

What’s your aesthetic? -> Witchy vibes

NP 🏷️-> @sturniolosweetie @mattsbee @mattsleftball @sturnsbunny @rainyyy-weather @mattsbeloved @mattsgirl23 @chrisfavslutt @devotedlyteenagemusic 🤍

[rainyyy-weather]

Thanks for the tags @/salemsturniolo @/inkedsturnioloss @/mattsleftball 🩵

Name • Rainy (not irl)

Zodiac • Taurus

Hogwarts House • no idea

Height • 5’6 or 5’7

Orientation • bisexual

Favorite fruit • apples or watermelon

Favorite season • autumn or late summer

Favorite book series • I only read fanfics 😂

Favorite fictional character • Steve Harrington & Robin (Stranger Things) or Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Favorite flower • tulips

Favorite scent • Warm Vanilla Sugar from Bath & Body Works

Favorite color • Light blue

Favorite animal • my dog or capybaras

Favorite band/artist • Twenty One Pilots

Coffee/Tea/Hot Cocoa • Iced coffee

Average sleep hours • 6 - 8 hours

Number of blankets you sleep with • 1 or 2 depends on my temperature 😂

Dream Trip • Tokyo

Last thing googled • Sombr height, my mom and I were watching the AMAs and she wanted to know how tall he is😂

Account created • I have no idea, I made it in middle school and then finally logged back into it in like October or November 🫪

How many blogs followed • 109

Number of followers • 106🥹

Do you get asks regularly • sadly no

What’s your aesthetic • alternative

Tags: @sturnskiss @madssturniolo @starrsturns @dailydoseofchratt @devotedlyteenagemusic @gracedbysturns @xmattsrightballx @sturnmarie @chrisssiren

[sturnskiss]

thank you for the tag! @rainyyy-weather

Name • mari

Zodiac • aries

Hogwarts House • last time i checked i think i was a hufflepuff?

Height • 5’1

Orientation • queer

Favorite fruit • strawberries and bananas

Favorite season • autumn

Favorite book series • NA

Favorite fictional character • Steve Harrington, rafe cameron, lottie matthews

Favorite flower • sunflowers

Favorite scent • love spell - victoria secret

Favorite color • blue

Favorite animal • pickles (rainy's dog)

Favorite band/artist • PTV

Coffee/Tea/Hot Cocoa • cocoa

Average sleep hours • 6 - 8 hours

Number of blankets you sleep with • like 3 or 4

Dream Trip • Buenos Aires

Last thing googled • demolition lovers (a song by mcr i was making sure i spelled it right)

Account created • 8/20/25

How many blogs followed • 538

Number of followers • would'nt you like to know weather boy

Do you get asks regularly • once in a blue moon (i often get overwhelmed when i let them pile up and so i shut off my inbox from time to time)

What’s your aesthetic • basic but i want to be emo SO BAD

[sturnsgirlygirl]

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Fav singer/artist(s):Tokio hotel and ASAP rocky

Fav foods?:ENCHILADAS

Your favorite people of all time(ex: a YouTuber/ tiktoker/influencer/ singers): Sturniolo triplets, Jake Webber, Johnnie g, Tara yummy, and BARRY

Fav sturnblr people that trust with anything? @sabsturnsangel , @duplicityfan , @lucyluvschratt , and @dolly4stxr

Your go to person: @duplicityfan

Sturnblr fan you adopted(if you didn’t say single mom here): @sabsturnsangel

Two favorite people on tumblr you love that are bsf?: @sabsturnsangel and @milliesturns

Favorite go to songs?: Monsoon- Tokio hotel , thank you next- Ariana, manchild- Sabrina , Heaven can wait- Michael Jackson

Your favorite nicknames?: Bunny , bun , buggy, and bugs

Favorite color?: RED

Favorite timeline era?: 2000’s

favorite number?: 4

First best friend(don’t have to put full name just initial): G

and that’s really all you may add more if you want!

Reblog this when you get tagged!

Tags- @sabsturnsangel , @inkedsturnioloss , @milliesturns , @salemsturniolo , @lucyluvschratt , @duplicityfan , @dolly4stxr , @55sturn , @chrisssiren

[chrisssiren]

ty for the tags @sturnsgirlygirl @mattsleftball 𖬺𖬺 @hauntedhouseofhorrors !!

(i love uuu @gracedbysturns <333)

⌖ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 :: artemas, saraunh0ly, ashnikko and isabel larosa

⌖ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 :: kimbap, katsudon, пирошки, lasagna and shrimp alfredo

⌖ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 :: sturniolo triplets, larray and coryxkenshin

⌖ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒/𝐆𝐎-𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 :: @malsmind @hearts4werka @devotedlyteenagemusic @sturncoast @mattsleftball @xmattsrightballx @rainyyy-weather @sturnskiss @dailydoseofchratt @mattsmirrorpics @hauntedhouseofhorrors @cinnamonsturns @poloponies @filthgf @serenitysturn @immaqulate

⌖ 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 :: no one

⌖ 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐒𝐅 :: @sturnsrecord and @mattsstarlet

⌖ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: wutiwant - saraunh0ly, angel - massive attack, test drive - artemas, older - isabel larosa and slumber party - ashnikko

⌖ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒/𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 :: sweetheart, baby... that’s about it, pretty basic lol

⌖ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒) :: blue, gray and green

⌖ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄/𝐄𝐑𝐀 :: the 90’s

⌖ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 :: 3

⌖ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 :: H (my cousin)

anyone can join, don’t wanna double tag :)

[sturnskiss]

Fav singer/artist(s): PTV, SWS, front bottoms, McCaferty, taylor swift, malcom todd

Fav foods: pozole, shrimp, mozzarella sticks

Your favorite people of all time(ex: a YouTuber/ tiktoker/influencer/ singers): sturniolo triplets, slushy noobz, emma & izzy, bunch of friends

Fav sturnblr people that trust with anything? @rainyyy-weather, @devotedlyteenagemusic, @dailydoseofchratt

Your go to person: @rainyyy-weather

Sturnblr fan you adopted: NA

Favorite go to songs?: stay away from my friends, disastrogly, dive in (ptv), drowing lessons, demolition lovers (mcr), earrings (malcom todd), mirrorball, right where you left me (taylor)

Your favorite nicknames?: mari, mar

Favorite color?: blue

Favorite timeline era?: 2000’s

favorite number?: 13

First best friend(don’t have to put full name just initial): R

[sturniolore]

tag game!! 🩷

favorite tumblr writer: @delilahsturniolo @cinnamonsturns @starsturniolo13 @pepsipoet @sturncoast @sturnlsstuff @immaqulate @serenitysturn

last song you listened to: complexity - madison beer

favorite sturniolo video: nick took over our lives for pride month (as of right now)

angst or fluff: angst!! (resolved🙏)

favorite singers: madison beer, sabrina carpenter, tate mcrae, adéla, billie eilish, nessa barrett, olivia rodrigo,…..

gold or silver: silver

albums/EP’s you love: mans best friend, the provocateur, hit me hard and soft, locket, jesus loves a primadonna, so close to what, silence between songs, midnight sun, aftercare,…..

got the idea from @starsturniolo13 !!🫶

[pepsipoet]

Fav writers - @sturncoast @inkedsturnioloss @chrisssiren @ceyanabbiolo @ariestrxsh @immaqulate @delilahsturniolo & more lol

Last song I listened to - begged by Olivia Rodrigo

Fav Sturniolo vid - the egg dad video lol

Angst or fluff - fluff! But I love a good resolved angst too!

Fav singers - Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor swift, Joe keery, Harry styles, Tate McRae, & so so sooooo many more

Gold or silver - gold recently!

Albums I love - sour, guts, folklore, evermore, 1989, TTPD, Red, Harry’s House, So Close To What, & um…yeah!

Thank you @sturniolore <3

[mlsfxyaps]

Fav writers: @stellaswetformatt @sturnskiss @pepsipoet @chrisssiren @delilahsturniolo @courta13 @humpster35 @propertyofyoutube

Last song I listened to: iloveitiloveitiloveit by Bella Kay

Fav Sturniolo vid: all of the reacting to fanfic ones

Angst or fluff: ANGST ALL THE WAY. (you'll be able to tell when I make my master list)

Fav singers: Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Lizzie McAlpine, Ariana Grande, Ptv, Adrienne Lenker, Deftones, flyleaf, Evanescence, Alex g, MANY more

Gold or silver: silver cuz it matches my skin tone more but I love gold tho

Albums I love: hmhas, Hades, k-12, collide with the sky, selfish machines, hte, guitar songs

W @sturniolore

[sturnskiss]

favorite tumblr writer: @readsick @mi-co-uk @mattsstarlet @chrisssiren @ariestrxsh

last song you listened to: stay away from my friends - ptv

favorite sturniolo video: japan volg

angst or fluff: angst!! (i love a good sad story)

favorite singers: ptv, sws, malcom todd, oliva rodrigo, taylor swift

gold or silver: gold

albums/EP’s you love: folklore, evermore, selfish machines

thank you to everyone who taggged me!

[sleepysturns]

introducing puppy matt…

He follows you from room to room without realizing it, always seeking warmth, touch, or just your presence. Every emotion shows on his face. wide eyes, pouty lips. thrives on approval and praise "good puppy.". Denial makes him whine but it never kills his determination to earn your touch.

He’ll give you those big shiny puppy eyes and make happy little noises when he’s being good. He loves being praised but He loves pushing buttons because your annoyed/dominant reaction is everything to him. He’d fake innocent with a cheeky smirk when he knows he’s in trouble.

When turned on he'd try to be subtle but he can’t help but fidget, whine and blush hard.

[vxnitra]

[sweetnsturns]

ruined—m.s.

✧ mechanic!matt, dom!matt, unprotected sex (creampie), bigdick!matt, fingering, degradation, slight semi-public sex, rough sex, praise, car sex

✧ summary: your car breaks down and you meet matt, the mechanic who’s blunt, flirty, and impossible to ignore. he gets your car running again, but the real problem is the tension between you two.

✧ word count: 3.7k

✧ authors note: bit of a lengthy one...sorry guys i got carried away while writing lol...

the first thing you noticed about matt was that he looked irritated to be alive.

grease on his hands. dark curls shoved back messily. gray tank top clinging slightly to his back from the heat inside the shop. he was halfway underneath the hood of somebody’s car when your piece of shit sedan made a horrible grinding sound pulling into the garage.

the noise echoed through the building loud enough to make one of the guys in the back physically stop what he was doing.

matt winced immediately.

“jesus christ,” he muttered under his breath, pushing himself upright.

the fluorescent lights overhead caught on the sweat along the back of his neck while he wiped a hand across his jaw, already looking annoyed before he’d even seen you.

you rolled your window down slowly. “that bad?”

he looked at your car.

then at you.

then back at your car. 

“how long has it been making that sound?”

“like…” you hesitated. “a week?”

his head dropped for a second.

actually dropped.

“a week,” he repeated flatly.

“i was hoping it would go away.”

“yeah,” he said, voice dry. “because that’s usually how engines work.”

you narrowed your eyes immediately. “you always this friendly?”

that finally got something out of him besides annoyance.

a quick smirk.

small. crooked. gone almost immediately.

you got out of the car before you could stop yourself, warm late-afternoon air immediately wrapping around your skin. 

somewhere deeper in the garage, music played quietly through speakers. the whole place smelled like motor oil, metal, smoke, and heat.

matt wiped his hands on the rag tucked into his back pocket while walking slowly around the front of your car.

“you got a name?” he asked casually.

you told him.

he repeated it once under his breath, slower this time, like he was testing it out.

then he nodded toward the hood.

“pop it.”

you pulled the lever from inside while he walked around front. his forearm flexed slightly when he lifted the hood open and you immediately got annoyed at yourself for noticing.

actually no.

you got annoyed at him for looking like that in a mechanic shop.

it felt unfair.

“you know absolutely nothing about cars, huh?” he asked after a minute, leaning further into the engine.

“i know the basics.”

he glanced at you over his shoulder.

“you drove this thing here sounding like a washing machine full of knives.”

“okay well when you say it like that-”

“because that’s what happened.”

you laughed despite yourself and matt looked over immediately.

like the sound surprised him.

his expression shifted for half a second before he looked back down at the engine again.

“matt,” somebody yelled from deeper in the garage.

“what.”

“where’s the socket set?”

“where you left it probably.”

“helpful.”

a second later, another guy came around the corner of the garage, wiping his hands on a stained rag.

for a genuinely confusing moment, you thought you were seeing double.

same dark curls. same blue eyes and same sharp jaw.

his eyes flicked toward you immediately.

then toward matt.

then back to you again.

a grin spread across his face so fast it was almost annoying.

“oh,” he said slowly, dragging the word out. “that’s why you’ve been ignoring everybody.”

matt finally looked up, visibly irritated now. “shut the fuck up, chris.”

chris, (his twin? triplet?) just laughed under his breath, tossing the rag over his shoulder before looking at you again.

“good luck with him,” he said. “seriously.”

“can you go away?” matt muttered.

chris held his hands up innocently. “alright, alright. jesus.” he started backing away before pointing toward the car. “try not to scare the customer off this time.”

“leave.”

“you’re no fun anymore.”

matt grabbed a rag off the counter and threw it at him without looking. chris laughed the entire way deeper into the garage, his voice fading out under the noise of clanging tools and music playing faintly somewhere in the back.

his focus dropped back to your car and he tightened something under the hood. 

his rings clicked softly against metal every few seconds.

you crossed your arms loosely, leaning against the side of the car while you watched him work.

which apparently you were doing too obviously.

because after a minute he said, without looking up, 

“you can sit inside if you want.”

“i’m okay.”

“unless staring at me is part of the experience.”

your face heated instantly.

“i’m not staring at you,” you said quickly. “you’re literally just fixing my car directly in front of me.”

matt hummed like he didn’t believe you for a second.

“right.”

“you’re in my line of vision.”

that finally made him look up at you.

grease streaked across his hand. curls falling into his eyes. the corner of his mouth pulled slightly like he was trying not to smile.

you had to hide your own smile. 

by the time he finally shut the hood, the sun had dipped lower outside the garage doors, warm orange light spilling across the concrete floors and catching against the tattoos on his arms.

“good news,” he said, wiping his hands clean again.

“i’m scared already.”

“she lives another day.”

you exhaled dramatically. “thank god.”

his laugh was quieter this time. lower.

he stepped closer to hand you your keys and suddenly the air felt warmer than it already was.

close enough now that you could smell soap underneath the oil and metal clinging to him.

close enough to notice his eyes properly for the first time.

bluer than you expected.

your fingers brushed when you reached for the keys.

matt looked down at your hand for a second too long before looking back up at you.

“you hungry?” he asked casually.

you blinked. “what?”

he shrugged one shoulder, leaning back against the side of your car like he had all the time in the world.

“there’s a diner down the street.” his eyes stayed on yours. “unless you’re busy.”

you should’ve said no.

seriously.

normal people probably would’ve.

instead you heard yourself ask, “are you always this confident with customers?”

matt’s mouth twitched slightly.

“only the pretty ones.”

twenty minutes later you were sitting across from him in a diner booth that smelled like fries, coffee, and old vinyl seats, pretending you weren’t hyperaware of every time his knee brushed yours under the table.

rain was outside the windows now, dark clouds gathering slowly overhead while neon signs reflected against the glass.

matt had cleaned up before leaving the shop.

sort of.

the grease was gone from his hands and forearms, but there was still a faint smudge near his wrist he must’ve missed. his curls were still messy, damp slightly at the temples from washing his face too quickly.

you kept looking at him.

the waitress dropped the check off eventually, but neither of you moved right away.

outside the diner windows it had gone dark already, neon signs reflecting softly against the glass.

matt tapped his fingers once against the table before looking at you again.

“you got somewhere to be?”

you shook your head before you could think too hard about it.

“good.”

“why’s that.”

he held your gaze for a second too long.

“don’t really wanna stop talking to you yet.”

the air shifted after that.

your heartbeat picked up stupidly fast while matt leaned back slightly, blue eyes still fixed on yours like he was waiting to see what you’d do with that.

“are you this nice all the girls whose cars break down?” you asked quietly.

“your car didn’t break down, thanks to me.”

“close enough.”

he laughed softly.

“and no.” his voice dropped slightly. “just you.”

your breath caught a little at that.

matt looked unfairly good under the low diner lighting. brown curls falling into his eyes again, rings tapping lightly against the tabletop, tattoos disappearing beneath the sleeves he’d rolled back down earlier.

you wondered suddenly what his hands would feel like against your skin.

immediately hated yourself for the thought.

matt was watching you with this calm steady look that made everything feel hotter than it was.

not cocky anymore. honest. and somehow that was worse.

“you barely know me,” you said.

“wanna fix that?” he asked, his head tilting to the side and his eyes surveying your reaction to his words. 

your stomach flipped hard enough to hurt.

this was becoming a problem.

the diner had mostly emptied out by now, lights dimmer than before, staff wiping down counters in the background.

somehow it felt like you and matt were sitting in your own little pocket of the world.

which was dangerous, honestly.

because every minute with him made it easier to forget you’d met him literally hours ago.

matt shifted a little closer in the booth then, arm stretching along the back of the seat behind you again. not touching you. it was almost worse that he wasn’t.

his eyes flicked over your face slowly, lingering just enough to make heat creep up your neck.

you could feel your heartbeat in your throat.

your fingers tightened slightly around your drink without realizing.

his mouth twitched barely at the corner, not enough to call a smile, just enough to tell you he saw right through you.

your eyes dropped to the table too fast, pulse fluttering stupidly hard while you pretended to care very deeply about the condensation dripping down the side of your cup.

outside, rain had started sometime while you were inside. droplets streaked against the diner windows under the neon glow outside.

matt glanced toward it briefly before looking back at you.

“you parked at the shop, right?”

“yeah.”

“i’ll drive you back.”

“i can get an uber or something, you don’t have to.”

“i know.” his eyes dropped briefly to your mouth before lifting again. “i still wanna.”

the drive back felt warmer than it should’ve.

music low. some old rock song.

rain tapping against the windshield.

matt driving one handed while the other rested near the gearshift, fingers flexing every so often like he wanted to do something with them but he was stopping himself.

you caught him looking at you at a red light once.

not subtle at all.

“what,” you asked quietly.

“nothing.”

“liar.”

he smiled a little without looking away.

then the light turned green and he finally looked back at the road.

when you got back to the shop, the garage was dark now except for one overhead light near the back. rain fell harder outside, loud against the metal roof.

matt killed the engine but neither of you moved immediately.

your heartbeat was ridiculous at this point.

he turned slightly in his seat to look at you fully.

close in the dark.

too close.

“this usually happen to you?” he asked softly.

“what.”

“meeting somebody and wanting them this fast.”

your breath caught hard.

matt’s eyes flicked down to your mouth again.

slowly.

“because it doesn’t happen to me,” he admitted. “not like this.”

the air in the car felt thick, charged.

 matt's words hung between you, and you couldn't look away from him even if you'd wanted to.

he shook his head slowly, his gaze dropping to your mouth again, lingering there like he was imagining exactly what he wanted to do to you.

 "you make me-" he stopped, jaw tightening slightly like he was frustrated with himself. "fuck. you make me want to ruin my own rules."

"what rules?"

"the ones about keeping my hands off customers."

your breath shuddered out of you. "i'm not a customer anymore. you fixed my car."

matt's eyes darkened, a slow, dangerous smile pulling at his mouth. "yeah?"

"yeah."

"so if i kissed you right now," he said, leaning closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, "that wouldn't be unprofessional?"

"pretty sure we're past professional, matt."

he moved.

his hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheekbone with a gentleness that contradicted the hunger in his eyes, and then his mouth was on yours.

matt's tongue slid against yours with a confidence that made your head spin. his fingers threaded into your hair, tilting your head back against the headrest, taking exactly what he wanted.

you made a sound against his mouth, small and broken, and matt swallowed it greedily, his other hand finding your waist and gripping hard enough to bruise.

"get in the back," he murmured against your lips, the words rough and commanding.

"what?"

"backseat." his teeth grazed your lower lip, a sharp little bite that made you gasp. "now. before i fuck you right here where anybody could walk by and see what a mess you're already making."

your face burned but you were moving, crawling clumsily between the seats into the back, heart hammering so hard you could feel it in your throat. 

matt followed, his larger frame folding into the space behind you, and then he was reaching for you, pulling you into his lap, his hands rough and sure as they pushed up under your shirt.

"look at you," he breathed, his mouth finding your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin as his palms slid up to cup your breasts. "already falling apart and i've barely touched you."

you whimpered, your hips moving involuntarily against his, seeking friction.

he laughed darkly, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through your bra, making you arch into him. 

his mouth was everywhere, your jaw, your throat, the spot behind your ear, and his hands were on your body like he was memorizing every curve, every sensitive spot that made you moan. 

you could feel him hard and thick against you, and the confirmation that he was that affected, that desperate for you, sent chill up your spine.

"matt," you gasped when his fingers found the button of your jeans, flicking it open with practiced ease. "wait-"

"no," he said simply, his hand sliding down into your panties without hesitation, his middle finger sliding through your folds to find you embarrassingly wet. 

"you've been looking at me all fucking day like you wanted this. like you wanted me to bend you over that goddamn car and fuck you until you couldn't remember your own name."

your head fell back against his shoulder as his finger circled your clit, the pressure perfect, relentless.

"so don't tell me to wait," he continued, his mouth against your ear, his voice a low, filthy rumble that vibrated through your chest. "not when you're this wet for me."

"oh god-"

"that's it," he praised when you ground down against his hand, seeking more. "that's my girl. desperate and pretty, just like i knew you'd be."

he added a second finger, working you open with rough, deliberate strokes that had you rocking against his palm, chasing the friction. 

the rain was loud against the windows, the car slightly humid from your breath and body heat, and you felt completely surrounded by him, by the punishing rhythm of his fingers inside you.

"you gonna come like this?" he asked, his free hand gripping your hip, holding you still so he could control exactly how you took it. "gonna make a mess of my hand before i even get my cock inside you?"

"i-" your voice broke as he pressed his thumb hard against your clit, rubbing tight circles that made your thighs shake. "fuck, matt, please-"

"please what?"

"please-"

he bit down on your shoulder, hard, and you came apart with a cry that he had to muffle with his free hand over your mouth, his fingers never stopping their punishing pace, drawing out every shuddering wave until you were whimpering, oversensitive, boneless against him.

"good girl," he murmured against your sweat-dampened neck, his hand finally stilling, his fingers still buried inside you. "look at you. absolutely ruined and i haven't even fucked you yet."

you whined around his fingers, and he laughed softly. 

 "want you inside me," you breathed, your face burning. "want you to fuck me. please. right here."

"look at you," he said softly, his gaze dragging down your body, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading you wider over him. "so fucking pretty. so wet. you need this bad, don't you? need me to fill you up?"

"yes," you sobbed, reaching for his belt, your fingers clumsy with urgency. "yes, please, matt-"

he helped you, his own hands steady as he freed himself from his jeans, his cock heavy and hard against his stomach, the tip flushed and leaking.

you wrapped your hand around him without thinking, marveling at the heat of him, the thickness that made your stomach flip with anticipation.

"that's it," he breathed, his hips bucking into your touch. "touch me. get me ready to fuck you stupid in this backseat."

"gonna steam up the windows," you managed, your voice cracking as he throbbed in your palm.

"good," he growled, his hand wrapping around yours, guiding his cock to your entrance, the head sliding through your folds, spreading your wetness. "let them. let everybody fucking know what we're doing in here. let them know how desperate you are."

he pushed up as you sank down, your joint moans filling the small space, the stretch burning so perfectly that your vision blurred. 

he was so deep like this, your knees pressed against the worn leather on either side of his hips, his hands gripping your waist that held you still while you adjusted.

"shit," he groaned, his forehead dropping against your collarbone, his breath hot and ragged. "shit, you feel- you're so fucking tight. so perfect."

"matt," you whimpered, rocking experimentally, the shifting sensation making both of you gasp. "too big-"

"you can take it," he grunted, his grip tightening, holding you in place when you tried to lift up.

he started moving then, his hips snapping up with a force that bounced you on his lap, your head knocking back against the headrest with a soft thud.

the car was definitely rocking, you realized, creaking with every thrust.

"they could see us," he said, his voice strained, thrusting up into you with a relentless rhythm. 

"could walk right past and see what a mess you are. see how you're taking my cock desperately."

"oh god," you sobbed, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body jolting with every impact. "matt-"

he continued, his mouth finding your throat, sucking dark bruises into your skin. "so fucking hungry for it. look at you. can't even keep quiet, can you?"

he was right. you were being loud, your moans filling the small space, echoing against the windows that were definitely starting to fog up.

"such a good girl," he praised when you clenched around him, your body responding to his words.

 "taking it so well. so deep. feel how you're stretched around me? feel how you're making a mess of me?"

"yes," you gasped, your hips moving now, meeting his thrusts, chasing the friction. 

he shifted his grip, his fingers digging in hard, pulling you down onto him harder, faster. his other hand found your jaw, tilting your face up to look at him, his eyes dark and blown out, his curls falling into his face with sweat.

"wanna see your face when you come on my cock like a good little girl. wanna see exactly how stupid i fuck you."

the words alone were almost enough. you were so close, your whole body trembling. 

"matt," you choked out, your eyes rolling back slightly before forcing them open, meeting his gaze. "matt, i'm gonna-i'm close-"

"yeah?" he grunted, his hips snapping up with new urgency, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the car, mixing with the rain.

 "gonna come for me? gonna make a mess of yourself in my backseat? go ahead. do it. come on my cock, sweetheart. show me how good i fucked you."

his hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit, pressing down hard, rubbing tight, desperate circles that pushed you over the edge.

you came with a cry that he had to muffle with his mouth, his tongue sweeping in to swallow the sound.

"shit," he gasped against your mouth, his voice high pitched and soft, his hips stuttering. "shit, you're-i'm gonna-"

"come inside me," you begged, your voice wrecked, your hands gripping his face, forcing him to look at you. "please, matt, want to feel it, want-"

he buried his face in your neck with a guttural sound, his hips snapping forward one final time, 

his cock pulsing as he spilled into you, hot and thick. he kept moving, slow, shallow thrusts, his breath ragged and warm against your skin.

for a long moment you stayed like that, breathing hard, his weight pressing you back against the seat, his cock still inside you.

 the car smelled like sweat and sex and motor oil, and you felt completely, perfectly wrecked.

"you okay?" he murmured eventually, his voice muffled against your neck, his thumb stroking gently over your hip where he'd gripped too hard.

you hummed, too fucked out to form words.

he laughed softly, the sound warm and pleased, and pressed a kiss to your temple. "yeah," he said quietly. "me too."

when he finally pulled out, you winced slightly at the loss, and he immediately looked concerned, his hands gentle as he helped you shift off his lap, arranging your trembling limbs on the seat beside him.

"sore?"

"a little," you admitted, your voice hoarse. "good sore."

he smiled, helping you dress with a tenderness that felt at opposite with how roughly he'd just fucked you.

 he cleaned himself up with a rag from the glove compartment, probably the same one from his back pocket earlier, you realized with a blush, and fixed his jeans before pulling you back against his side.

"stay," he said softly, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare thigh. "just… stay here with me for a while."

outside, the rain continued to fall, and the windows were completely fogged over now.

 you leaned into him, your head on his shoulder.

"we can't stay in this car forever," you murmured.

"why not?" he kissed your forehead, his voice drowsy and satisfied. "got everything i need right here."

you smiled against his neck.

"you're ridiculous."

you decided that maybe, just maybe, breaking down at this particular garage was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

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is this a safe space to say that i find men crying really attractive

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so THIS happened

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