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𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖? | 𝐂.𝐁 , 𝐂.𝐒 & 𝐌.𝐒 ― 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌, 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ COMING DOWN , THE WEEKND

colby brock, chris sturniolo & matt sturniolo x ghost!reader

WARNINGS : smut, three-man, oral (fem & male receiving), fingering, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, praise, completely reader focused worship, (no weird incest shit or contact between the boys ofc ew!) , usage of slut

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

It starts like it always does—with boots on cracked linoleum, flashlights sweeping over peeling wallpaper, and laughter too loud for a place that remembers suffering.

But this time, the air feels different.

You’re hovering in the corner of the old surgical wing, the same place your body once failed you, your soul never quite able to leave.

You’ve watched dozens pass through.

Paranormal investigators. Skeptics. Ghost hunters.

None of them ever really saw you.

Until now.

Chris steps into the room first. He slows almost immediately, brows drawing tight as his flashlight flickers. His breath hitches.

“There’s something here,” he mutters, but it’s not with fear. It’s reverence.

You move toward him, out of habit more than hope. Your energy brushes his shoulder—and he turns to you like he felt it.

“Holy shit…” His flashlight clatters to the ground.

Because he sees you. Really sees you. His mouth parts, chest rising and falling in stuttered awe.

Behind him, Matt and Colby file in, mid-laugh—until Matt looks where Chris is staring.

“Wait,” Matt whispers. “Is that—?”

“I see her too,” Colby breathes, stunned. “That’s not… that’s not a trick.”

You float closer, cautious, trembling at the edges. Three pairs of eyes on you. Three living bodies. Three heartbeats you haven’t felt in a hundred years—and now you’re surrounded by them.

Chris lifts a hand. His fingers shake as they reach for you, expecting air.

But you let him touch.

When his fingertips meet your skin, his eyes widen with a desperate sound caught in his throat.

“She’s warm,” he says, almost dazed. “She’s fuckin' warm.”

You shudder. The sensation—contact—rushes through you like lightning in water.

“Can you feel this?” Matt asks, stepping in close. His hands glide over your hips like he’s handling something sacred—fragile, forbidden.

His breath is warm against your cheek, and when your eyes meet, there’s reverence there. Awe.

You nod.

It’s not just sensation—it’s need. You have to feel it.

Because ghosts aren’t supposed to feel this much.

Because ever since your body gave out in this room, you’ve been trapped in the dull hum between dimensions. Cold. Numb. Existing without living. Until now.

And Colby? Colby just watches. That hungry, fascinated look like he’s not just seeing you—he’s studying you. Like you’re the one variable in a case that’s never added up.

“She’s responding to touch,” he says more to himself than to them. “Heart rate’s increasing. Expression shift. Eye dilation. You want us.”

It’s not a question.

You don’t remember the last time you wanted anything.

The last time you felt heat curling in your gut like smoke, your thighs aching, a slick pulse building between your legs like your body remembers what to crave—even in death.

Chris swears softly, almost reverently. “Fuck,” he breathes, stepping forward and cupping your face. His thumb brushes your cheekbone, grounding you. “You’re here. I can feel you.”

His lips crash into yours, and it’s not gentle—it’s a collision of everything you’ve been aching for. His tongue teases your lower lip before plunging into your mouth, tasting you, breathing you in, as though you need to be cared for properly.

Matt groans, voice thick with lust and something else—longing, maybe—and drops to his knees in front of you.

His warm palms trail up your thighs, thumbs pressing into the crease where hip meets pelvis. “She’s already trembling,” he says, awe in his voice. “Like she’s overheating.”

“She is,” Colby murmurs from behind the camera, still recording. Not for content—for research.

For answers. “Residual energy spikes with tactile stimulation. But—Jesus—she’s glowing.” His voice softens, loses its clinical edge. “She’s beautiful.”

Your breath catches when Matt’s lips brush your inner thigh, right over the place where your blood once ran warm. Now, it's almost like you’re buzzing. Alive.

He mouths higher, nosing the hem of the skirt you’re trapped in from the moment you died, like lifting it will release something ancient.

And maybe it will.

“Let us take care of you,” Chris whispers against your cheek, hand sliding down your neck, fingers trailing the slope of your spine like he’s tracing your outline to memory. “All of us. You need this, don’t you?”

You do. God, you do.

It’s not just about touch—it’s healing. Their hands ground you. Their mouths ignite something buried in your spirit.

You’ve been invisible, unfelt, forgotten for years. But now? Now you’re real to them. You’re tangible.

Colby sets the camera aside. His hands are warm when they cradle your face. He’s not as frantic as the others—he’s controlled, deliberate. “I need to see how far it goes,” he murmurs, and there’s genuine care in his voice. “How much you can take.”

You whimper, thighs clenching. “As much as you’ll give me.”

Matt lets out a broken sound. “Fuck, baby…”

He pushes your legs apart gently, reverently. Then his mouth is there—lips wrapping around your clit, tongue stroking you with soft, slow flicks that turn desperate in seconds.

Your back arches, arms trembling, pulse fluttering like a bird trapped in your ribs.

“Look at her,” Chris murmurs, stepping back so Colby can drop beside Matt. “Look how perfect she looks like this.”

Colby’s fingers ghost over your stomach, your hips, your chest—curious, reverent. “She’s sensitive… Her skin—fuck, it’s like touching lightning.” Then lower. “Tell me if you need more,” he whispers, sliding two fingers between your legs while Matt’s tongue still circles your clit.

You cry out, head falling back against the wall. Chris catches you. He’s behind you now, lips grazing your neck. “That’s it. Let them make you feel it. You deserve to feel all of it, sweetheart, that's fuckin' right.”

You’ve never felt this much. Not even alive.

You moan, high and helpless, and Colby catches your face between his hands. “Pretty thing,” he says, voice husky. “You sound so damn good when you fall apart, so fuckin' special.”

His cock is already hard when he pulls it free, flushed and leaking at the tip. He strokes it slowly as he watches you melt under Matt’s tongue.

“I want her mouth,” he says, not even asking—knowing.

Chris turns your body gently, guiding you to your knees like you’re fragile glass. Your knees hit cracked tile, but you don’t feel it—not when Colby’s cock is right in front of your lips, not when Matt lays down beneath your body, his tongue is still inside you, lapping at your pretty cunt.

You open your mouth without hesitation and Colby groans the second you wrap your lips around him, head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut. “That’s it. Just like that. Take me, baby, suck my fuckin' cock for me—mmmh good fuckin' slut."

His hands slide into your hair, holding your head still while he gently rocks into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks, tongue swirling beneath his shaft as your moans vibrate around him.

Behind you, Matt doesn’t slow. His tongue is relentless—circling your clit, pushing inside you, coaxing sounds from your throat you didn’t know you could make.

“Look at her,” Chris murmurs. “Taking cock in her mouth and tongue in her cunt like she was made for this.”

You cry out around Colby’s cock, the sound messy, muffled, obscene. Spit drips from your lips, down your chin, over your chest. You can’t stop trembling.

“You’re shaking,” Matt murmurs, breathless, pulling away from your pussy for just a second. “You gonna come on my tongue already?”

You nod—frantic, overwhelmed.

Colby curses and pulls out of your mouth, fisting and pumping his cock himself, so fast as he watches. “Come for him. Come with my cum on your tongue.”

You do. Hard.

It rips through you, violent and pure.

Your thighs quake as Matt groans against your cunt, dragging it out with slow licks while Colby paints your mouth and chin with hot, thick ropes of his warm cum.

You’re sobbing by the end of it—head swimming, mouth open, body thrumming with overstimulated heat.

Chris catches you before you fall, lifting you effortlessly into his lap. His cock presses against your soaked entrance, hot and heavy.

“Still with us, baby?” he murmurs, brushing hair out of your eyes.

You nod, dazed. “Please.”

Chris pushes inside you with a groan—deep and slow, stretching you open. You gasp at the pressure, the fullness, the way he fills every inch.

“You’re so warm, how are you so fucking warm for us?” he breathes, kissing your temple. “Pussy's so perfect. So fucking tight.”

You cry out as he starts to move—long thrusts that make your whole body jolt in his arms.

And before you know it, Matt is beside you again, kissing your shoulder, your jaw, murmuring soft praise.

“You’re doing so good, such a pretty fucking girl for us,” he says, hand resting over your throat. “Taking him so deep, baby. We’re not done yet.”

Chris fucks you with rhythm, with purpose—each snap of his hips forcing his cock deeper, brushing against that sensitive spot inside that makes your eyes just fucking roll back.

You’re close—so close again, already—your body fluttering around Chris’s cock.

“Gonna come for me, pretty ghost?” he grits, one hand gripping your ass tight. “Let me feel you pulse on my cock. Let me fill you.”

You shatter.

Your second orgasm crashes through you like a storm. You scream, legs locking around Chris’s waist as he fucks you through it, chasing his own high.

He comes with a strangled moan, hips jerking, cock pulsing deep inside you as he fills you with his sticky come. You feel it. All of it.

You feel the way his cock pushes against your cervix as he finishes, his come covering your walls and soaking your pussy even more.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers against your skin.

You can’t think. Can’t breathe. You’re limp, boneless.

And then Matt lifts you again.

You cry out from the sensitivity, but he hushes you gently, cradling you against his chest, reminding you that it's all okay. “One more, baby. Just one.”

His fingers slide inside with ease, your pussy so fucking messy against Matt's fingers.

“So wet. So fucking wrecked.”'

He fucks you slow with his hands—luxurious, sensual, like he’s savoring you.

Each thrust makes you whimper. Your body is spent, but your cunt clenches around his large veiny fingers like it can’t let go.

“You’re a dream,” he whispers. “You’re everything, such a pretty fucking cunt taking my fingers like that..”

Within no time, you come again, your cunt spasming against Matt's soaked fingers as they relentlessly move in and out of you, sliding against every nerve of your soaked cunt, savoring every moment inside of your sopping pussy.

When it’s over, they don’t speak, they only hold you.

Chris pulls you into his lap, wrapping you in his hoodie. Matt strokes your cheek. Colby wipes your thighs clean with the edge of his shirt, kisses your knee.

You’re not weightless anymore. Not trapped.

You’re held.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Chris murmurs.

You nod slowly, nestled against his chest.

“Still glowing,” Matt says with a soft smile. “Still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You blink slowly. You’re raw. Fucked-out. Worshipped.

And for the first time in over a century, you feel alive.

happy the video was delayed tbh !! I wanted to get this out around the same time <33

🍒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘-𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 - @chriss-slutt @55sturn @chrysiie @il0vey0um0st @trustinsturniolos @ivydre4ms @raes-library @mattsplaything @emely9274 @pip4444chris @whore4mattsturniolo @sweetshuga @courta13 @divinesturn @aaliyahsturniolo @chris-hallelujah @mi-co-uk @ivysturnss @sweetpeabreezyree @christophersgf @bluestriips @angelic-sturniolos111 @shadowthesim237 @moond0llie @eeyoresturnz @ellssturn @fratbrochrisgf @teddystvrns @pvssychicken @ribbonlovergirl @chrisspussygang @vanteguccir @tits4matt @bambisturns @luvs4matt @delilahsturniolo @fadedstvrn @ariieeesworld @oopsiedaisydeer @rubyychriss @babyt0matoes @kenah-sturniolo @desturns @ifwdominicfike @sturns-mermaid @pair-of-pantaloons @bbgirlmatt @backwardshatnick @gregs-child @sturnlovematt22 @tezzzzzzzz

credit to anyone with any ghost!reader au's !! I am unaware of any and this is just a one shot but I do not claim the au itself <33