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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. 」

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[sturnskiss]

♡⸝⸝ : emo!reader x skater!matt, parental issues, mentions of alcoholic father, drinking, smoking, implied fear of parent, angst, slight romantic tension between matt and reader, shy matt

wc: 1k - part one, au master list here

thank you, @rainyyy-weather for proofreading!!

note: this is a piece of fiction; that being said, I am not romanticizing or promoting anything portrayed in this story. Please be responsible in a real-life setting, and don’t do anything that you will regret later. This piece does contain triggering topics, so please be aware of those before reading.

The greasy pizza tasted amazing, compared to the wedding sliders. You were grateful to spend some time with your friends after this hectic day. You tried to avoid eye contact with Matt, but you could feel his stare. Almost as if his eyes were burning into your skull, you couldn’t help but wonder what his issue was. Every time you looked towards him, he looked away, pretending to be listening to someone else. Maybe he was judging you?

The whole scene your dad made at the wedding didn’t help one bit with first impressions. You found yourself twisting the bracelet on your wrist deep in thought as everyone did their own thing; it was dawning on you that soon you would have to head home. You hated being home. Matt stared at you, taking in your features and the smudged eyeliner under your eyes; he found you so beautiful. The way the wisps of your hair covered your eyes- something about you was just breathtaking. He had hardly realized you were talking to him.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” He blinked, seeing how you suddenly were sitting right beside him on the couch. You were so close he could smell the scent of your perfume; it made his heart beat faster. “I-I uh…” he trails off, gulping as he tries to think of an excuse. You couldn’t help but giggle at his nervousness; you found it cute. You opened your mouth to say something, but your friend yelled from the other room, grabbing your attention.

Smoke filled the room, ghosting your faces, as you passed a blunt around the circle. Your friend wiggled her eyebrows at you as you handed it to her with a big grin on your face. Matt sat beside you, watching as you blew o’s from your lips, amazed at the sight. He felt his cheeks heat up when your gaze met his.

“Do you want a hit?” you asked, offering him the blunt. His eyes widened; the truth was Matt had never smoked before, but he couldn’t tell you that. What if you laughed at him? He only nodded, taking the joint between his fingers and inhaling way too much. He held it for too long; it started to burn his lungs. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “Hey, holding it in doesn’t do anything,” you giggled. He gasped before letting out a series of coughs.

“Fuck, that was horrible,” he muttered between coughs. He felt your touch as you patted his back, looking at him with a worried look.

“So do you want sour cream and cheddar or barbecue?” you asked, turning to Matt, who was sitting on the kitchen counter as you held up two bags of chips in front of him. He hummed in response too, out of it, to comprehend what you were saying. You sat on the counter beside him, ripping out the barbecue and shoving a handful of chips in your mouth.

A soft chuckle slipped from Matt’s lips as he leaned his head on your shoulder. “Do you want one?” you asked, offering him the bag of chips. He nodded, taking a chip. “Raven?” your friend questioned, stumbling into the kitchen with a beer can in her hand. You looked up, taking in his drunken state. “Let’s get you to bed,” you said, hopping off the counter and helping her upstairs. “Love you, rave,” she whispered as you shut her bedroom door.

The stairs creaked as you walked back downstairs, noting how everyone else had left. Leaving you and Matt alone. He slumped on the couch, watching Cartoon Network play on the old TV. “You okay?” you ask, pushing him upwards as you sit beside him. He looks up, blinking at you, his eyes slowly making their way down to your lips.

“You’re very pretty,” he mumbles, dragging out the word. Your mouth gapes open, stunned by his words. Your hand moves to his face, caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Your mind screams at you to close the distance and kiss him. His eyes are bloodshot and wide as he blinks up at you, making your heart skip a beat.  “It’s getting late,” you say after a beat of silence, dropping your hand from his face. He slowly sits up, trying to gain back his composure. “Yeah. I should head home,” He mumbles, pulling his hoodie over the front of his jeans.

You hold back a giggle, looking down at your shoes. “Do you want me to walk with you?” he asks, grabbing his skateboard. The walk to your house was silent, except for the faint hiccups coming from Matt. “You've never smoked before, have you?” you asked. “Is that obvious?” he replied, glancing towards you. The buzzing of the street lights filled in the silence as you both walked towards your house. Your phone read 1:35 am. Hopefully your father would still be passed out when you got there; you couldn’t deal with another one of his late-night outbursts.

When you both arrived at the front of your house, you took a deep breath before turning towards Matt. “Thanks for walking me home,” you said, giving him a small smile. Matt tried to keep his composure, but he felt his heart beating against his ribcage; he’d never felt this nervous before. “It’s n-no problem,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. His breath hitched when he noticed you stepped closer to him; he could feel your breath grazing his skin.

You moved closer, placing a kiss on his cheek. Matt’s face turned bright red, his eyes widening as take in his fluttered features.

“See you later, grape boy,” you whispered before turning on your heel and walking up the stairs to your house with the biggest smile on your face. He awkwardly waved at you before scurrying away on his skateboard.

“Who the hell was that?” a groggy voice asked as you slowly closed the front door. Your father was awake- great. You took yet another deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Just a friend.” He scoffed, stumbling towards you, the smell of alcohol lingering off him. It made your stomach turn as he inched closer towards you. “You better not be lying,” he mumbled, glaring down at you.

You only nodded, moving your shaking hand behind your back as you watched him lean down and kiss your forehead. “Go to bed.” You watched as he stumbled back into the living room, your heart still racing.

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♡⸝⸝ : STEPCEST, fem!reader x rafe cameron, degrading, condescending praise, mocking, unprotected (no no), creampie, pussy eating, panty ripping, dubcon?, mating press (i think)

wc: 719

note: this all fictional, if you don't like these types of fics don't read. both rafe and reader have an established thing going on, however he is slightly manipulative towards her which is why it's marked as dubcon.

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A warm glow cast over your room, you lit a candle and put on a record. Dimming the lights for the night as you flipped through a magazine. Suddenly, your bedroom door swung open, the door handle slamming into the wall in the process. There he was standing in your doorway, Rafe, your cocky stepbrother. His chest was heaving, and his jaw was tight like he was ready to pounce on someone. He slammed the door behind him as he stalked towards your bed.

“I just had an interesting conversation with Ward,” he said, his voice low as his hand wrapped around your ankle. You screech as he pulls you towards the end of the bed, forcing you to stand up.

“You just can’t keep your mouth shut, can you?” he asks, glaring down at you. Your heart skipped a beat; you knew exactly what he was talking about. Rafe had taken money from his father to buy more drugs.

Unfortunately for him, you were a bad liar and immediately confessed. His hand gripped your jaw, your mouth gapping open. “Fucking slut,” he spat, spitting into your mouth. Heat crept onto your face as you shamelessly swallowed. A smirk appeared on his lips despite his anger, before he knelt, his hands grazing your thighs, pushing your silk nightgown up.

“What would everyone say if their perfect princess was letting her stepbrother fuck her?” he mocked, tugging the silk up your hips. He was now face to face with your panty-covered cunt, and damn did he enjoy watching you squirm when he buried his face in between your thighs.

“R-rafe, we shouldn’t…” You trail off as he nuzzles deeper into your soaked cut, his tongue lapping the thin fabric. Your hands tangle in his hair, attempting to push him away, but all you do is pull him closer. Rafe made you feel better than anyone else ever had; the ways his movements were so rough but skilled made your heart flutter.

He pulled away, pushing you down onto the bed, his lips kissing up your stomach until they reached your lips. He swallowed down your whines as his tongue explored your warm mouth.

“Such a dirty girl,” he whispered back between your thighs as his hands spread your legs. You jolted when he blew cold air on your cunt. He chuckled before roughly ripping your panties, with no care in the world.

“There she is.” His tongue darted out to taste your sweet arousal. He took his time, tasting every inch of you, letting you react to his every move. He loved the way your hips bucked against his face when he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

“It’s too much,” you protested when he replaced his tongue with his thick index finger, working you slowly. You tried to hold back your moans, but it was no use. “You can do it.” You bit your bottom lip, nodding as he continued working you open. Gasps left your mouth as he hovered over you, giving his dick a couple of strokes before tapping the tip on your swollen clit.

You were getting restless, grinding your hips against him repeatedly. “I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are.” You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, he slammed into you in one thrust. Knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” he groans, pressing his body weight onto you. You feel the ridges and veins of his pulsing cock stuffing you full. His cross chain dangled in your face as he picked up his pace. Your nails dig into the skin of his back, surely hard enough to leave marks. Your legs begin to shake; you were close, so close.

“Go on, dumb girl, come on your stepbrother's cock,” he moans into your ear. He feels your walls clench around him as loud moans leave your lips. Rafe moves closer, his hands move to your legs, pressing them against your chest as his cock pulses, filling you with his warm seed.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before running that mouth of yours,” he muttered, pulling a clean pair of panties over your messy cunt. You blushed as he left the room, feeling his release leak down your thighs.

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To Preform is to Love

Pianist!Blaise x Ballerina/Dancer!Reader x Violinist!Theodore

chapter 1 summary: blaise and reader meet, blaise finds a new interest in the girl

warnings: none other than theo isn’t introduced yet so hes not in this chap, i kinda hate and love this

introduction 1

word count: 1.5k

Blaise’s fingers grazed the keys, in his own world. His eyes were closed, deep in the music and he believed if he tried hard enough maybe one day he'd see the notes he played rather than just hearing them. It was a wish of his, something he yearned to experience.

He was frequently found alone, he didn’t have time for others nor did they deserve his presence. He was mostly seen playing his piano which was technically the school's but seeing as he was the only one who played it, it was considered to be in his possession, that possibly being because no one dared to attempt to compare themselves to his creations. As far as anyone knew in the school he was a child prodigy though that sometimes was overlooked by his mothers actions.

Blaise hadn’t had many friends, at least people he considered friends, which he hardly cared for. He often thought others were rather inconsequential. He didn’t value what others were involved with and he viewed them to be lacking in intellect. He didn’t need communication when he had music. His talent would take him anywhere he needed to be in life.

As he continued to play, footsteps were heard, they were light and airy, unlike what he was used to. He didn’t bother to lift his head up to see who it was as he assumed someone was just passing through the hall.

“The music you play is lovely.” A sweet and soft voice echoed through the room.

Blaise was caught off guard by the voice, but didn’t waver in playing. “I know.”

“I’ve never heard it before. Where is it from?” the voice continued, this time a bit closer. Blaise had become curious now, in the 7 years he's played in this school, surprisingly no one bothered to ask what he was playing. He gathered that not many appreciated anything classical or jazz filled anymore.

“It’s my own piece.” He stopped playing, glancing up at the unknown person to see a girl in pointe shoes. So she is a dancer? She held a bag that he could only assume held her normal attire and more. Her stance was poised and it looked like it was her natural state. She looks like she’d be ready to dance at any moment.

“Thats wonderful. If you don't mind, I’d love to dance to one of your pieces.”

His eyes widened slightly, he’s never been asked if someone could dance to his work. Despite him being quite popular with the ladies due to his looks, that was truly as far as anyone got to know him. He had heard whispers about how he secludes himself to be with just his piano. How they couldn’t understand why he ‘wasted all his time playing the stupid thing anyways’. Many believed he only played to show off his abilities, how he was better than everyone else. Blaise didn’t care, they just didn’t know what it was to find love in something.

He pursed his lips, thinking of anyway it might annoy him if she danced. He concluded he didn’t mind, as long as she wasn’t rambling on to him about nonsense. He nodded, allowing her to proceed. He began caressing the keys again playing one of his newest pieces. Suddenly a thundering, aggressive rhythm bounced off the stone walls of the empty room, creating a melody that harbored great anger. Almost as if the piece held resentment towards its creator for bringing it into this world. It was spiky, rough, and fast paced. It felt as if the keys were fighting to not be played.

The girl stood in shock, not expecting such a ballistic sound to come from the piano. It sounded as if the music was painful to play, like thorns sprouted from the keys and pierced Blaise’s fingers, yet he prevailed. She delicately placed the bag down, and stepped away from it. Without a single thought, her body moved on its own, she was becoming the music rather than dancing to it. Her movements matched every change in the melody, her dance and the music balancing one another as a harmonious combination.

Blaise looked up, curious to see what the girl would do. When viewing her, his mind and heart stopped for a beat. He watched her fluidly spin, and as his mind wandered, so did his music. Instead of harboring the same resentment, there was an ounce of hesitation, it was questioning whether being brought to life was as despicable as it thought.

Blaise’s lips twitched into an invisible smile, the atmosphere shifted. Something in him clicked and that's when he realized his wish had come true. There in front of him, he saw his music, he saw every note he played, every emotion he conveyed, she embodied his melodies and embraced it. She was his music. He felt a sudden adoration for the girl in pointe shoes.

Now, it wasn't that easy to capture Blaise’s heart, although he did instantly hold respect for her which was something unheard of to anyone including Blaise. He hadn’t compiled anything from this, other than he knew he had to see her dance to more of his music. He had to keep her to himself, no one had understood his music like she did.

For him time stopped, he gazed at the curves of her nose, her hair that followed wherever she went, the way her body bent and maneuvered with each move. The colors of her clothing blurred, waves of reds and blues lingered in the air. A tsunami of satisfaction hit him. He questioned if he was dreaming.

When he finished the song, a silence overcame the room. For a second he processed where he was. He was in a quiet corner of Hogwarts in a giant empty room which only had his beloved piano, a few tables against the walls that held up vases with flowers, and the two of them. He never really experienced the silence of his seclusion. He had always been playing something, blocking it out.

The girl caught her breath as the two made eye contact. She stood awkwardly, not sure if he was going to say something or if she should. “Are you going to continue to play, was I too much of a distraction?”

He’d never been awkward with girls, mostly because he never cared, but now he was nearly speechless. The only thing crossing his mind was to introduce himself. “I'm Blaise.”

There was a soft pause before she let out a chuckle, “I know who you are, everyone knows you're a child prodigy.” She then introduced herself.

Blaise’s breath hitched, he’d never felt so clueless in his life. He always knew what to say, what to do, what he wanted to do, and how he was going to do it, yet here he was almost fumbling over his words. “How long have you been dancing for?”

“Ive been doing ballet since I was four. What about you?” She replied simply, as if it was all she'd ever known.

“I was four too,” There was a pause before he continued, “how do you dance like that?”

Her eyes widened at the sudden question but also because this is the most she'd heard him talk to anyone. Truth be told, it probably was. “What do you mean?”

“It just felt like you really understood it, like you personified my music.” At the moment, Blaise had lost control of his mouth, he definitely had to erase this moment from his mind.

“Well, that’s just what dancing is, isn't it?” She replied though she took the compliment to heart, mentally noting this moment and keeping it locked safe in her mind. He nodded, his fingers lining the edge of the piano. His mouth opened as if he were going to say something else, but she got to it before him.“I should be going now, it’s almost curfew.” She picked up her belongings, heading towards the exit.

“Wait,” Blaise called out, she stopped abruptly and turned around, "I'd like if you’d come more often… to dance, if that's okay with you.”

A grin slowly made its way on her face, for once someone liked her company and it being Blaise, a man known to hate company, settled something in her. “I’d love to…Goodbye Blaise.” She waved, walking out the doors.

Blaise came back into reality, glancing down at his piano. For once he didn’t wanna play, at least not without her. Nothing could compare to what he felt while playing for her at that moment.

Around an hour later, Blaise finished his playing, creeping through the halls to stay hidden from Filch as he made his way back to his dorm. He stepped into the room, letting out a sigh of relief, he had been exhausted. Maybe from the endless playing but more likely from his racing thoughts. He wanted more time spent with the girl. He'd been thinking if he saw her before but nothing came to mind.

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THIS IS SO GOOD

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introduction to…..

To Preform is to Love

Pianist!Blaise x Ballerina/Dancer!Reader x Violinist!Theodore

pairing: blaise zabini x reader, theodore nott x reader

The rivalry had developed over jealousy and the desperate need to outshine the other. Not only in performance, but romantically with the exceptional dancer. They were captivated by the physical art she produced. Her shadows painted the stone walls of the castle as her movements brushed the atmosphere with a soft sway, and yet a meticulous point.

They felt a drive to be the one guiding her through her process of making that art, to play for her as she elegantly floated. They admired how her body was her instrument and how she had achieved the full understanding of what it meant to play it.

Blaise was a pianist and every bit of his soul believed he was destined to be one across all endings, across all possible outcomes. Whether he was a failed musician, receiving not a single applaud for any of his recitals or a loved star amongst others. He knew he’d be the one to play the piano.

He was gifted, naturally talented. It came to him easily as if in his past life, he had spent his whole being learning to be one with the instrument, as if there was no point in moving on if he hadn’t mastered it. He understood it better than he understood himself and he prided himself on how well he could play. He truly believed it was impossible to be better than him at loving and being a pianist and to some degree he was correct. Music was his reason, his purpose, his mission in life.

Theodore on the other hand was a violinist at heart. It was in his blood from the second he was born. There was a long line of violinists in the Nott family all of which were known to be the greats. Though Theodore was just as phenomenal as the rest of his ancestors, he had a somewhat unique approach to the violin. He believed that an original sound was needed in order to make something beautiful. Everything he played in his own time couldn’t be more different than the last.

Unlike Blaise he was forced to work until drained of energy, he learned to be great through time. Hours upon hours of gliding the bow across the string. Hours of being yelled at to repeat until perfection, until his arm ached and he got a headache at just the thought of playing another song. Once alone though, he gained all vitality back from playing something new. He longed for anything out of the ordinary. That is what set him apart from his relatives, and that is what will continue to set him apart from his offspring and descendants.

a/n: this is loosely inspired by someone i saw doing a fic where blaise plays piano. i dont know when the first chap will come out or if anything at all but i wanted to share

their @eiffwords if you wanted to read

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I CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT PICS OF MATT ON PINTEREST WITHOUT IMAGINING HIM FUCKING THE SHIT OUT ME AND MAN HANDLING ME FUCKKK😩😩

[crystalcider]

❝ LIFE IN CHERRYWOOD, CA CH : PUNKPOPSTAR!MATT ❞

23 monster by lady gaga nepo baby international superstar multimillon net worth living life in the fast lane has hella groupies the media's 'bad boy' rumors by neffex bad reputation womanizer world tours chaotic concerts vulgar hates paparazzi fuckboy addicted to partying leaked sex tapes all black everything loyal fan base world tours cocky ultrafame freaky as fuck music is always about sex and being sad breaks guitars on stage addicted to cigs blunt fakes being nonchalant private jets doesn't trust easily lights down low by maejor PR relationships has a girl in every zipcode hates interviews messy guyliner grammy winner always starts fights the star you love to hate heir to the sturniolo family record label company arrest records hates fake people always in the studio 24/7 scandals

life in cherrywoods, ca m.list | summer of sturniolo m.list | main m.list

cynn chats: ahh im so excited for this au omfg... literally OBSESSED with punkpopstar!matt hes such an asshole but hes so hot... literally so hyped to show you his crazy ass in life in cherrywoods, california !! i do love this reality tv show au so bad like you guys literally have NO idea whats coming...

xoxo, cynn

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LIFE IN CHERRYWOODS, CALIFORNIA ! WRITTEN FOR : SUMMER OF STURNIOLO

oc's : : arlo hastings bridgette woods cash allen capri chamberlain kathryn ❛kitty❜ desmarais lilian montclair mercedes vanderbilt ch's : : matt sturniolo chris sturniolo

the world of celebrity drama has always been interesting, but especially when it involves 3 key things: nepo babies, drama, and PR coverups. this summer, punk-pop singer matt sturniolo is fresh off the heels of his world tour, amidst rumors and scandals flying like fireflies. and, the media fans the flame with gasoline as every moment of matt's life is publicized and criticized. that includes the 4am party nights, bar fights, hookups with groupies and more. thus, this leaves his team to try to minimize the damage to what's been done. in an attempt to mould matt's 'asshole heartbreaker' persona into something softer, they come up with an idea: sign matt up for the hot new reality show, life in cherrywoods california.

projected goal : : 90k / 24 chapters acknowledgements : : has reality tv themes/tropes ⚠︎ this piece of fiction contains mentions/depictions of drug usage + alcohol usage / unhealthy coping mechanisms using substances, features hookup/party culture tags : : oc x chratt sturniolo fic, toxic romance, interpersonal relationships, PR relationships, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers helpful tags to utilize f : life in cherrywoods, california w : sturniolo triplet au's u : crystalcider cinematic universe ch : matt sturniolo / chris sturniolo oc : ( any oc above )

ch one ch two ch three ch four . . . to be continued

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𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔... 𝑅𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁𝓈

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Welcome everyone, and step into the wonderful new world I'm building where we're all about to embark on a new journey together.

This new au explores the world of Royals, hence the name. I could have been a little more creative surely, but I promise the stories are better. This world is so special to me. I've been daydreaming about this type of world for far too long and I could not wait any longer to share it with everyone. Of course, our focus is on the triplets as usual, but it brings me so much happiness to introduce the characters they'll be paired with. The stories behind each pairing have my attention on lock. They're so interesting to me.

I can't wait for you to watch Matt and Sophia try fall in love. Even if Matt is the opposite of everything she ever wanted, and Sophia for Matt... well, he rather not have this 'chase'. Or for you to see if Chris will find it somewhere in his heart to make room for Evelyn. She's going to try her hardest to be his ideal bride. She knows that's all women seem to be there for, she wishes the roles could be different, but maybe if he loved her... it would be easier. The story that will carry most of the struggle is Nick's. Nick and James are a pair that truly makes my heart flutter. They bond over the small things. The love doesn't grow instantly... it's soft and gentle.

That little detail is what makes each story a little different. We have Matt and Chris's as bold and loud, and we get the softer side of life with Nick. None of the stories are less important, but none are the same and that's what I really wanted to achieve in this au.

˗ˏˋ I hope you enjoy this story. Bring a tiara, a quil or maybe a fan. Whatever suits your fancy ˎˊ˗

✎ T speaking : I'm so locked in for this au... you have no idea.

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theme is so cute mari omg

THANK YOU QUEEN ISA😇😇

[444jap]

── ⊹ 𝒮𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 && 𝒮𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 :: in which stepsister!reader , moves into her new home . ⊹ SUMMER OF STURNIOLO

the entire drive felt like a punishment.

you sat in the passenger seat with your forehead pressed against the cool window, watching italy blur past in streaks of gold and green.

you hated all of it.

"you're going to love it there," your mom said, for probably the hundredth time.

you didn't answer.

"come on, honey."

still nothing.

she sighed. "i know this is a big change."

"a big change?" you finally snapped, turning to look at her. "you met some billionaire and now we're moving across italy to live with him. i have a life, mom."

"his name is william."

"i don't care."

your mom gripped the steering wheel tighter.

the mansion appeared almost twenty minutes later.

of course it was a mansion.

the gates looked like they belonged in a movie. the driveway seemed endless. fountains sat in front of the massive stone house.

you laughed under your breath.

"unbelievable."

"just give it a chance."

you grabbed your bag.

"yeah. sure."

the house seemed even bigger on the inside.

marble floors and high ceilings.

you followed your mom upstairs while some maid carried boxes behind you.

maid.

normal people didn't have maids.

"this is your room."

your jaw almost dropped.

it was bigger than your old apartment.

your mom smiled.

"see?"

you started unpacking.

hours later, your clothes were put away.

your books were stacked.

your posters sat rolled up beside the bed because you weren't even sure you were allowed to put tape on these walls.

by then, your stomach was growling.

you hadn't eaten since morning.

you left your room and wandered downstairs.

it took you embarrassingly long to find the kitchen.

you headed straight for the fridge.

expensive water.

pre-cut fruit.

cheese you'd never heard of.

"these people don't even have a lousy sandwich."

you slammed the door shut and nearly had a heart attack.

"shit."

a boy around your age, maybe older, stood infront of you.

"how about an apple strudel?" he asked.

you glared at him.

"what the hell?"

his eyebrow lifted.

"interesting first impression."

he looked you over for a second.

you didn't like it.

"what?"

he shrugged.

"nothing."

"then stop staring."

something about him irritated you instantly.

maybe it was how he's part of the reason you'd been dragged across the country.

"you live here?" you asked.

"unfortunately."

before you could respond, footsteps echoed through the hallway.

your mom appeared first.

a man beside her.

william, you assumed.

they both smiled immediately.

"there you are," your mom said.

her eyes bounced between the two of you.

"well, i see you two have already met."

the guy beside you sighed.

you looked at him and he looked at you.

"yeah," you said flatly.

"mhm." he mumbled.

"oh, right," your mom said excitedly. "sweetheart, this is chris."

your stomach dropped.

oh, chris.

your stepbrother.

he smirked down at you.

"ill be seeing you around, sorella."

he said before walking off.

oh oh.

⊹ :: summer of sturniolo ! @crystalcider

© 𝟒𝟒𝟒𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒

[sturnskiss]

^᪲᪲᪲ BIRTHDAY SEX

♡⸝⸝ :  smut with some plot, riding, praise, biting, marking, tongue sucking, spit, teeth, gentle soft sex

wc: 553

note: special fic for @rainyyy-weather birthday :)

“Take a few more, please,” you plead as Matt holds your phone in his hand, taking pictures at various angles. You wanted to post the best birthday photoshoot on your Instagram, so of course you had to get Matt to help with taking them. You trained him pretty well, so you knew you could trust him. Matt chuckles, shaking his head as he watches you sit up in the tub and fix your party hat. The vibe you were going for was something unique, which is why you were currently sitting in a tub filled with balloons, which as first matt thought was silly. He sighs and slips your phone into his back pocket, helping you step out of the tub.

“Should we take some outside?” you question, looking up at him with a grin. Matt only shook his head and watched you practically skip outside to take more photos; he couldn’t help the smile forming on his fac An hour later, you were in bed scrolling through the pictures Matt took of you. “What do you think of these?” you ask, trying to pick out the best ones to post. Matt looks up from his own phone, raising an eyebrow.

“Baby, you’ve been looking at the same four pictures forever,” he chuckles. He leans forward, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes meeting yours. “I just want to post the best ones,” you whisper, feeling the heat of his body radiating onto you. He closes the distance between you, his tongue slipping inside your mouth. His hands gently push you onto the bed as he hovers over you; a moan slips from your mouth, giving him access to wrap his lips around your tongue. Your whole body tingles as his lips travel down your neck, sucking marks into your skin. His teeth graze your sensitive flesh.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he whispers, watching as you open your mouth; he spits inside your mouth.

You feel your face heat up before you swallow his spit. His hands travel down your body, slipping under your shirt, his thumbs grazing your nipples.

“Fuck…” you whimper, your body arching into his touch. He flips you over so you're straddling him as his hands keep your hips steady, grinding you against his growing bulge. “That’s it, keep going, angel,” he praises you as you kiss his neck. You run your thumb over his bottom lip, looking at his teeth. Matt knew what you were going to ask next; you’ve been obsessed with his teeth recently.

“Go ahead, baby,” he smiles. You run your tongue over his top row of teeth, feeling him press you harder down onto him. Matt lowers you onto his length, feeling you walls wrap around him; his jaw clenches as you sink on him.

His hands cup your boobs as you begin to move, your moans filling the room. “Happy birthday, baby,” he grins fucking himself up into you. You gasp, the air almost leaving your lungs. Matt feels you clench around him, his fingers moving to rub your clit as you chase your release.

“You’re doing so well,” he says. Your release coats his base, making him let out a groan in satisfaction. He presses his forehead against yours, his chest heaving. “Thank you,” you giggle before kissing him.

[sturnskiss]

babe is Frankenstein!reader ever coming back??? I love the dark spooky vibe stuff you do 😫

hi!! i actually have something written for them (an intro) i just need to revise and edit it. but hopefully I'll post it soon. thank you 😇

[crystalcider]

THE COAST OF CALYPSO ! WRITTEN FOR : SUMMER OF STURNIOLO

oc's : : calypso cohen dawn rivera sloane lysander arden cavanaugh ch's : : matt sturniolo chris sturniolo

life on the 2 islands of kingsfell and driftrose couldn't be more different, but...it didn't used to be. the people of driftrose stick to what they know, and live by their charms as they see fit, the only way to live by the sea. but, the people of kingsfell are less grounded, embracing new traditions rather than staying true to the origin of the island. each side think's they're right...but what if neither of them are? you see, a long time ago when the islands were discovered, only driftrose was above the sea, the smaller island with rich wildlife and plants, a varying flora & fauna. for years the original inhabitants lived by that, the belief of giving back to the island. until over 100s of years of earth evolving, came the larger island, kingsfell to emerge out of the water. thus, both sides have varying degrees of opinions on the true origin. but each side keeps key details hidden in fear of tensions rising, as they have multiple times over the years. the two islands keep far apart for this exact reason. but it doesn't stop each side from getting curious. after all....it has happened before. which brings the story to 2: calypso cohen, curious and deeply rooted in her community in driftrose, the daughter of the governor of driftrose. calypso has always been headstrong and digging too deep into the mysteries of the island on wild goose chases and following every dead end. and matt sturniolo son to the governor of kingsfell. sworn to be rivals and never interact..what happens when each torn history page leads them to the meeting point of duskwater. and, once and for all, uncover the mystery both island's bury deep to keep under wraps.

projected goal : : 75k / 22 chapters acknowledgements : : inspired by outer banks, kinda my own 'spin' on the base plotlines of the show :) tags : : oc x matt sturniolo rivals to lovers enemies to lovers summer mystery action & adventure based betrayal secrecy risk island mystery helpful tags to utilize f : the coast of calypso w : sturniolo triplet au's u : crystalcider cinematic universe ch : matt sturniolo / chris sturniolo oc : ( any oc above )

ch one ch two ch three ch four ch five . . . to be continued

©CRYSTALCIDER ! + CREDS 2 @chrisssiren and @cursed-carmine 4 dividers

[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.