Guys I think im a addict to Chris series’s (sometimes Matt if I’m really deprived of good reading options) All the series’s I’ve been reading lately haven’t posted in ages (im exaggerating) and I literally feel like a addict going through withdrawal. I NEED ANOTHER PART NOW I’m literally dying inside.
Here are some of the ongoing series’s I’ve been enjoying lately if y’all were wondering:
‘Lust’ by @ceyanabbiolo (I’ve read every single thing by her she’s prob my fav writer on here)
‘Instinct’ by @pepsipoet
‘Pretend, Please!’ @dawnsturn
‘Stray!reader x gas station!Matt’ @sturncoast (love line cook!Chris x server!reader too!)
‘Smoke between us’ @angelsturnx
‘Petals’ @honeysturniolo
‘DJ!Chris x Ravegirly!reader’ @eternalsturn
‘RAT’ @mi-co-uk
‘The space between us’ @gigiii1sblog
‘How much is weed?’ @harrystyleslover212
‘Figure!skater!reader x hockey!Chris’ @xmattsrightballx
‘Untouchable’ @chrisbaddie
‘Asylum’ @nerdysturnz
‘Dealer!Chris x confident!reader’ @strxn0
‘Teach me’ @sturniololuvz
‘pessimistic!Matt x optimistic!Reader’ @sturnsfavgirl
‘Interlinked!Chris x Interlinked!reader’ @sturnsfavgirl
I think that’s it….anymore recs for a deprived fanfiction diva?
I feel like there are a lot of good fics and series on stumblr not getting the love they deserve so here are a few I’ve enjoyed reading the past couple months!
~ Amore by: @mkm543
~ Breaks easily by: @angelsturnx
~ Dirty money, Dark whiskey by: @courta13
~Sports car by: @ch0llies
~Love for views by: @privatelyowned-t
~Company by: @sturniodoe
~I wanted you to know by: @angelsturnx (anything by her is amazing)
~Wherever you are by: @sleepysturns
~Smoke and mirrors by: @y3sterdaysproblem
~All of @aelianastar AUs
~optimistic!reader x pessimistic!matt by: @sturnsfavgirl
~All of @gigiii1sblog series’s
~The new Americana AU by: @sturncoast
~Dilf!chris x pediatrician!reader by: @angelicameron
~Divine Lover by: @magicaldice
~A.A.O by: @magicaldice
~Don’t try to save me AU by: @sturnsfavgirl
~Love is a bullet by: @privatelyowned-t
~TBD by: @gracedsturn
~Instinct by: @pepsipoet
~Shameless AU by: @pinkssluv
~ preachersdaughter!reader x dealer!chris by: @aliaratawitchtrial
~ Allies or Affiliates? By: @snowysosturn
~dad!matt by: @cherriesformatt
~ popstar! reader & youtuber! chris by: @immaqulate
~Estes method by: @maansreadings
~ hockeyplayer!matt x nurse!reader by: @slvtf0rchr1s
~ We all die someday by: @sp-ider-gwen
~ bluecollar!chris x sweetheart!reader by: @luvvlypixie
I’ll add more as I find more but for now these are some of my favs!
This story is roughly based off Nessa Barrett’s new song Buffalo 66.
Synopsis: Y/n has to follow 3 simple rules, 3 simple rules Chris made to ensure her safety and their relationships stability. 1. Don’t leave the house without permission. 2. Don’t speak to anyone other than Chris. And lastly 3. Stay out of any kind of trouble. So what happens when one evening Y/n decides to break said rules…
The mansions halls were dimly lit, shadows casting throughout the home. Heels clicked on the spotless marble floors.
Y/n glided down the hall in only her black pumps and long black silk dress. She usually spent her days alone, searching for something new to do.
People came in and out of the home but she didn’t acknowledge them, she wasn’t aloud too. Only Chris was aloud to hear her sweet voice, at least that’s what Chris told her.
His possessiveness took over her life, he didn’t allow anyone to speak or even look at her. It didn’t bother her that much, until this evening when she saw two other Mafia wife’s chatting on the living room couch.
Chris must be having a meeting with their husbands she thought. She was about to turn around, find another room to kill time in. Til one of them spoke “hello there” the blonde, flawless woman said.
Y/n’s breath caught, eyes widening, she knew not to engage. “Just turn around and walk back to your room” she thought. Yet her feet were frozen in place. “You must be Chris’s wife” The other woman said,
Y/n stood silent for a minute, analyzing their appearances. They seemed kind, harmless, just like y/n herself. Y/n thought for a moment “what harm would it be having a brief conversation with some mafia wife’s. The rule Chris made for me is only to keep me safe from bad men but these are woman like me, what bad could they do?”
Y/n took a deep breath and gave a shy smile, “y-yes I am”
The two woman looked at each other then back at y/n and in unison jumped up and pulled y/n to the couch. “This is just wonderful, I’ve always wanted to meet you!” The one woman said,
“Really? You wanted to meet me?” Y/n softly spoke. “Well of course we did everyone does, the mysterious bride of Chris Sturniolo.” The name stuck with y/n for a minute “mysterious bride”
“Everyone knows you exist, yet no one else really seen you or heard you speak. You’re like Chris’s prized possessions that he keeps locked away….anyway what’s your name? where are you from? How did you meet Chris? I need to know everything!”
The questions overwhelmed y/n slightly but she still answer them. “Well my name is y/n, I was born and raised in Boston and-” before y/n could finish a group of men appeared.
“Thank you for having us Christopher,” one of the big men said. “Of course, it’s my pleasure,-” Chris grinned at them. Until he saw her, his beautiful wife seemingly talking to two lousy mafia wife’s. Evidently breaking one of his simple rules.
His jaw clenched at the sight, he could tell y/n was guilty from just the look on her face. “Well it’s getting pretty late, see you boys next week.” Chris said before the other men got suspicious. Chris ushered each one of them out including there wife’s until it was just him and y/n left in the room
“I can explain-”
Chris grabbed y/n’s hand roughly, hard enough to leave a mark. “No. I do not want your excuses, you broke my rules now you must suffer the consequences.”
Y/n pleaded as Chris dragged her down the long hall to their shared bedroom. “Darling please I didn’t mean to break your rules. They were just so kind,”
Chris pushed Y/n on the bed, “you disobeyed me, you broke my trust and now you’re looking at me like I’m the monster!” Y/n’s frowned, “no, no you’re not!”
“I know, now shut up and take your consequence.”
Y/n laid back on the bed as she watched Chris undress himself til he was only in his boxers. He slowly climbed over her til she was fully underneath him.
Suddenly he planted his lips on hers, roughly. Some might say passionately others would say viciously. He work his way down to her neck licking, sucking, biting her delicate skin.
She winced at his roughness but never told him to stop. So he kept going down to her collarbones, “this can come off,” he said already pulling her silky dress off her to reveal her breasts.
He played with them for a minute but Chris doesn’t liked to tease when he’s angry he likes to get to the point. So after fondling with her breasts he immediately yanked her lacy thong off and got to what he wanted.
He kissed her one last time before pulling down his boxers and pushing his length into her. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, bad girls don’t get that luxury. Instead in pounded in and out of her repeatedly at a painfully fast speed.
At first it was painful, like always, but once y/n got use to Chris’s size her cries turned into moans, Chris’s favorite sound.
He lifted her legs up over his shoulders in attempt to go deeper. “F-fuck Chris you’re so deep..”
Chris swallowed y/n’s moans by kissing her. After a couple more thrust in and out Chris could feel y/n clenching around him. She was close, “Chris…Chris I-I’m close” Chris didn’t reply right away,
Instead he picked up the speed and whispered in her ear. “I’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy, fill you up real good til your knocked up, so then you’ll have some else to spend time with when I’m gone.” Y/n was to out of it to really register what he was saying.
“Your gonna look so cute with my cum spilling out of you…matter a fact your gonna be so cute pregnant with my baby…tell me sweetheart how much you want me to put a baby in you.” He increased the pace, getting closer by the second.
“I want you to put a baby in me,” y/n mumbled. “What was that sweetheart didn’t hear ya.”
“I want you to put a baby in me so bad!” Y/n moaned as she finally reached her climax.
Y/n’s walls clenched on Chris’s long, thick dick making him finish instantly, cum filling y/n to the brim.
After a minute Chris finally pulled out and watched as his cum leaked out of her. Then laid beside y/n pulling her into his chest, leaving her speechless from the events that just occurred.
She loved Chris wholeheartedly, but sometimes she’d wonder why she was in love with the one that held the gun. The one that was rough and cold yet so addicting to be around.
She wondered “why is it we loved what’s bad for us”. Because deep down she knew Chris could be the death of her. She knew she could run in the night and leave for good.
But truthfully she doesn’t like it when he’s gone and she doesn’t really mind being bound to his love.
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Intro (look at this before starting series’s please!)
CW: Mentions of kidnapping, guns, violence, cursing (I think), lmk if there’s more!
Chris huffed aggressively, “I need to find a girl by tonight to help me with the hit and you're telling me right now you didn’t get me anyone?!”
There was an awkward and tense silence in between Chris’s sharp words. No one dared to say a word to him while he was angry.
One of Chris’s men bravely spoke up, “Sorry sir, everyone denied the deal even after being offered money.” Chris scrunched his face at the unfortunate news filling his ears.
“Well what am I supposed to do now?” He looked around the interior of the black car they were driving in.
Matt sitting right beside Chris spoke up almost as a joke “you could just kidnap a girl,” he mumbled. “I can’t just kidnap…” Chris paused and thought for a minute. He suddenly grew a mischievous grin on his face.
“Wait no I was joking,” Chris chuckled. “Too late bud my mind is already made…I’m gonna drop you off at the next block, gotta go get a girl.”
“Chris come on, you can’t be serious,”
“Oh I’m completely serious…this hit is important and if I don’t have a girl to use as a distraction then it all falls apart. So now I have no choice but to take a darker route of finding a girl.”
Matt was in pure shock his brother would ever do such a thing. He knew his brother was pretty cruel when it came to doing his job. But he didn’t know he was cruel enough to be willing to kidnap a stranger just for a hit. “Chris-“
“out now..I dont wanna have to ask you again.” Chris said sternly.
Matt quickly followed Chris’s ordered, still in disbelief Chris was actually doing this.
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The ballet studios air was cold and soothing as Fiona carefully packed up her things getting ready to leave rehearsal. She slipped off her pointe shoes and placed them in her pastel pink duffel bag and zipped it up.
She put back on her ballet flats and said her goodbyes to everyone. She pushed the studio doors open and felt the fresh breeze pass by her as her hair twirled and her pink skirt danced in the wind. She took a deep breath and began to walk down the street.
Usually during this time the roads were busy, loud horns beeping, wheels squeaking, people yelling at each other through their windows.
But today seemed quiet, oddly quiet. Fiona didn’t think too much of it though, why would she?
Her delicates steps were the only thing making a sound. She didn’t mind it though since she’s been met with silence from a very young age.
Suddenly she heard a car driving by her, a black car, windows tinted, polished with no scratches, bumps or bruises. Fiona’s heart jumped for a moment but played it off as being too aware of her surroundings.
She kept her pace in the sidewalk, easily forgetting about the car. Until she spots it again coming the other way. She stops for a moment, confused. She gave the benefit of the doubt that maybe the driver was just a little bit out of it and that’s why he was driving on the wrong side of the road.
But when the big car stopped right next to her it became clear what was happening. Her instincts immediately kicked in and she started running as fast as she could.
She could hear fast footsteps right behind her, creepily catching up to her. Suddenly she felt strong arms grab her from behind. Her efforts to scream at the top of her lungs were shut down when this mysterious man covered her mouth with his hand.
She kicked, bit, and clawed at him trying to escape his cruelly harsh grasp. She muttered words but they came out distorted because of his hand. She was then abruptly thrown into the creepy black car she had an eerie gut feeling about earlier.
The muscular man then climbed in and shut the door. Fiona’s big doe eyes looked around, a bunch of big men surrounded her, weapons glued to their side. But there was one big man in particular that stuck out to her.
He had a nice suit on and looked way more polished and poised than the rest. Fiona could tell he intimated and slightly scared most of the men in the car. She couldn’t blame them though she found him pretty frightening too. Then the scary man finally spoke up, “what’s your name?”
Fiona stayed quiet, she usually didn’t talk much in general so in this situation her lips were sealed from fear. The man scoffed “I’ll ask you nicely one more time…what’s your name?”
Fiona took a deep breath a singular tear falling down her face. “Fiona…my name is Fiona,” she whispered.
The man leaned back, nodding with approval “Well Fiona I’m gonna make this very clear to you right now. Tonight you’re going to be my distraction for a hit I have planned downtown. What you’re going to see and hear tonight is serious and dangerous information. So listen to what I say, do what I say, and never ask questions beyond what I tell you.…or else.”
Fiona furrowed her brows, she didn’t understand what he meant by “hit” and though his terrifying words were suppose to scare her for some reason Fiona was more so intrigued than frightened. “Or else what?” Her delicate voice spoke up a little bit louder than before.
“Or else….ill kill you myself,” he firmly said as he cleaned the gun in his hand.
“So if I asked you what your name is you’d shot me right this moment?” Fiona innocently asked,
Chris looked confused for a second, usually when he’d speak to people like that they’d just nod and obey maybe even sometimes cry from fear. But this girl was different, she tested Chris, she spoke so softly yet so confidently and brave not even one of his men dared to speak to him like that. It oddly intrigued him more than he’d want to admit, but not in a butterflies and love at first sight manner more in a manipulative, controlling way.
“I suppose giving you my name wouldn’t be the worst thing…but any questions beyond that are off limits.” Chris sternly said,
“Alright then what’s your name?”
“Mr. Sturniolo,”
Fiona gave a little smile to his response which made Chris even more curious about this girl he pick up off the street. “No no I didn’t want your scary professional name…I wanted your real name.”
Chris scrunched his eyebrows “that is my real name,” “no it’s not…I would like to know your real authentic name if I’m going to help you with this “hit” of yours.”
Chris rolled his eyes, and raised his voice to a more harsh tone “it’s Chris but you are not allowed to call me that unless I tell you too. Only sir and Mr Sturniolo from now on.”
Fiona pouted, “alright…” her sorrow slightly growing after his cruel tone cut through her sensitive heart.
Fiona’s brain was still a little bit scattered one moment she’s walking home from ballet rehearsal and the next she’s kidnapped by a scary man in a suit. Or atleast that’s how she’d imagine people describe him. To her he seemed misunderstood, his cruel demeanor fascinated her and his ruthless words kinda made her heart skip a beat.
And though Chris’s callous behavior towards others made him known to be the most powerful and cruelest man in the city. His curiosity is slowly creeping up on him in a more controlling way than a normal person could comprehend.
Maybe keeping this girl for a little while wouldn’t be so bad…
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Guys real talk though can y’all stop acting like members of ghost town and start posting or interacting cause I feel like barely anyone posts or interacts on here anymore. Like chat I know y’all are out there somewhere seeing these posts! Seriously imma bout to tweak the fuck out, I feel like I’m talking to a brick wall over here. No hate tho just sayin
Anyone else love the Kevin langue show? I’m literally obsessed with them it’s insane. I’m literally withering away during their break. I NEED a new video every Saturday!
CW: SMUT!, oral sex, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t even think about doing it) lmk if there’s anything else
-𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
Click.
Clank.
Clack.
My pink polka dot heels clicked on the pavement, as I walked down the street to Chris’s apartment. My black babydoll dress brushed my knees every step I took. It’s Chris’s favorite dress of mine, he says it brings out the blue in my eyes.
Tonight Chris is taking me out to dinner, their isn’t any specific reason to why he’s doing this but I think he’s just doing it to make me feel better about all the stuff that went down just the other week.
I’m here
I texted him waiting outside his door patiently. Not even a second later the door swung open, revealing an extremely handsome man in front of me, aka Chris.
“Hello handsome,” I teased strutting past him into his very familiar apartment. “Hello babydoll,” he said back, closing the door and walking towards me.
He pulled me into his grasp by my waist, and peppered a kiss on my lips. “You look gorgeous as always,” I smiled gently, watching him walk to his bedroom in large strides.
I scrunched my face in confusion, “Where are you going? I thought we were going out to dinner?” I questioned as I followed him down the hall. “Oh we are babydoll, I just need to grab something.”
I didn’t question him further, “well are you gonna at least say I look hot in my dress… I wore it just for you.” I scoffed, leaning against the wall in front of his bedroom door. Waiting for him to come out with whatever nonsense thing he’s grabbing.
I could hear him chuckle from inside his room, “You know I love that dress…” I heard him say through the door even though it was muffled. “But I think I’d like you more in this..” “what?” I muttered to myself.
“Chris what do you me-” I cut myself off, only because of the pure shock and excitement that just hit me.
“It’s the dress you tried on in that one shop….” my jaw dropped, my hands were brushing over each and every jewel, sequin, diamond that laid on the bust. “I went back a couple days after we went and bought it for you…I thought now would be a good time to gift it.”
I was in complete awe, I could barely form a sentence. “Chris…I don’t know what to say…you really didn’t have to do this..” He chuckled, shaking his head then finally meeting my gaze. “I really did…after I saw how in love you were with the dress I knew I had to get it for you.”
A smile grew on my face, I pulled him into a tight hug. I mumbled into his button up shirt “I love you so much,” his breath hitched for a second caught off guard by my endearing words but quickly relaxed. “I love you too babydoll…now go put this on, I didn’t buy it for nothing.”
I giggled, taking the dress out of his clutch and walking into his bathroom.
-𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
I tapped my foot gently on the ground as I waited outside the bathroom door for Avery to come out. “Chris, Could you help me?” She whined from inside the bathroom.
I pushed myself off the wall and gently turned the cold metal knob with my hand. Inside revealed Avery jumping up and down trying to reach the zipper with her delicate arms. “I don’t think jumping is going to help much,” I teased.
“Help please,” she begged, lifting her hair up so I could easily zip her up.
Once I swiftly zipped her into her dress, I took a step back to admire her. The dress fit her perfectly, the jewels shined in the light just like how her eyes do. But my favorite part wasn’t how the dress looked on her it was how her smile grew 10 times bigger once she put the dress on. I could tell she was in love with it.
She giggled under her breath, “Your staring.”
I snapped out of my thoughts, “you’re just so beautiful.” I stepped closer to her, her arms naturally wrapping around my neck. In one delicate motion I lifted her off the ground and spun her around. She laughed, probably from the sudden movement.
“You ready to go?” I asked, lightly planting kisses along her cheek. She nodded with a soft smile along her face. With that I took her soft hand gently and guided her out of my apartment.
Once we got into my car, my hand immediately found her thigh. As I drove I lightly rubbed my hand up and down it.
I could feel her eyes watching me, calculating each little thing I did. I didn’t mind though, to be honest I thought it was cute she noticed the little things just like me.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I quickly got out of the car and opened her door, offering my hand to help her get out.
The restaurant was romantic, even with the loud noises of forks clanking around and conversations filling the room. The warm lights mixed with the mellow jazz background music made it feel like Avery and I were the only people in the room.
“So what do you think you’re gonna get?” She asked, probably so we could start a conversation instead of sitting in silence.
I looked up from my menu, “probably just pasta with vodka sauce, my brother put me on it when I was younger and now it’s all I seem to get when I’m at a restaurant.” She hummed at my answer, eyes wondering to the crowd, searching for another topic.
“Speaking of brother,” I spoke, grasping her attention again. “I talked to Nick over the phone the other day. We didn’t make up or anything…but it was a start.”
A smile grew on her plush face, “That’s amazing, I’m so glad you did that.” She sounded proud, as if what I did had an effect on her too.
She cared, truly cared, she wants what’s best for me just as much as I do for her.
The rest of the dinner was filled with jokes, laughter, and flirting without trying. Every single word that flowed out of my mouth didn’t feel forced, it felt natural.
Once I paid and we made our way out of the restaurant into the cold breeze of the night I knew exactly where this night was going.
“Ladies first,” I said as I opened her car door, “what a gentlemen,” she sarcastically said.
The drive back to my place was filled with tension, flirtatious moments, and need. So as predicted once we stepped foot into my apartment we pounced on eachother, she pushed me against the door, I messed with the hem of her dress.
But before I could get anything off she slapped my hands away. “Uh uh you first,” she demanded, already fiddling with the button of my pants.
She dropped to her knees, pulling my pants and boxers down to my ankles. My extremely hard dick sprung out, pre cum already on the tip. I slightly groaned as she swirled her tongue around my sensitive tip.
“Fuck Babydoll,” she looked up at me with her big blue eyes, I could see how eager she was to keep going, so I nodded at her as approval.
She immediately bobbled her head back and forth on my dick, taking as much as she could. Her speed was unbearably slow, taking her sweet time. She gagged a couple times only making my dick throb more.
I groaned, “Babydoll if you don’t go any faster I think I might explode.” she giggled, sending vibrations through my cock and with that she picked up her speed.
I let out a shaky breath, shocked by the sudden switch in pace. I gripped the back of her head, gently guiding her to feel like I had a little bit of control in the situation. Every pump made me closer to the edge.
She could tell I was getting close, do she quickly shoved my dick way down her throat, pushing me over the edge into what felt like heaven.
She kept her mouth there swallowing every last drop of cum that pumped out of me.
-𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
He threw me onto the kitchen table, passionately kissing down my neck and chest. His hands slowly crept up my arms til they reached the straps of my dress “I loved seeing this on you but I think i’ll like it better on the floor.”
With that he pulled my dress down, revealing my lacy white bra. I lifted my ass so he could get the rest of the dress off and immediately after he was pushing my panties to the side to feel my soaked folds.
“This wet already?” He teased, in response I smirked back at him. He cupped my face with his hand and pulled me into a kiss. Quickly after he aligned himself with my entrance and roughly pushed in.
I moaned loudly, feeling the stretch of his cock that never seems to go away even though we’ve done this quite a few times.
He instantly starts pounding into me, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck you feel so good babydoll,” he groaned.
After a while our moans unified, and we found a rhythm in each thrust. A knot in my stomach began to tighten, “Fuck Chris I’m gonna-”
I was cut off by Chris planting his lips on mine. Messy, natural, needy once he pulled away he whispered in my ear “go ahead babydoll cum for me.”
He gave one last harsh thrust, harsh enough to make the knot in my stomach burst. My moans and screams were loud, maybe even dramatic but I didn’t care. My brain was scattered, the euphoric wave of pleasure washed over me.
My pussy clenched around Chris’s dick, finally sending him over the edge once again. His hot cum spilt into me in.
For a minute we just clung onto each other. No effort of moving at all, just the two of us recovering, reorganizing our thoughts.
Chris lifted me up off the counter effortlessly, he carried me through the hall to his room.
And with that my eyes became heavy, and my vision blurred the last thing I saw was Chris fetching me a fresh shirt.
Then just like that I was out cold, exhausted from the eventful night I just had.
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