#sturniolo edit

[viviansturns]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘

cw: bigdick!chris size kink, breeding kink, missionary, p in v, rough sex, dom!chris, humiliation + degradation

you sprawled back on the bed, watching him strip with that cocky little grin plastered across his face. he stood at the edge, stroking himself lazily, clearly waiting for you to beg.

instead, you smirked and tilted your head. “that’s it? all that attitude and your dick’s not even that big.”

the look on chris’s face was priceless—half disbelief, half pure irritation. his jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as if you’d insulted him—which really, you did

“not that big?” he repeated, voice dropping dangerously low. he climbed onto the bed, crawling over you until his shadow fell across your body. “you wanna run your mouth like that? fine, baby."

𝐗𝐗𝐗

you swore you’d gotten used to him, but every time chris pushed in, it felt like your body forgot. the stretch burned and ached, wetness spilling down your thighs as his cock forced your walls wider than they wanted to go.

your breath hitched, nails biting into his shoulders as he bottomed out, a ragged moan spilling past your lips, tears already threatening to blur your vision from the overwhelming fullness.

he groaned, deep and low, forehead pressed to yours. “god, you’re so fucking tight.” his voice carried that cocky rasp, the one that made your stomach twist. his hand spread wide over your hip, pinning you down as if you could even move.

“always act like you can take it—then you’re crying on me the second i get it in.”

you tried to glare at him, to snap something back, but it dissolved into a whimper when he rolled his hips slowly, deliberately, dragging along every inch of your slick walls, stretching you open further, his cock pressing deep like he was made to stay there, to fill you until you broke.

chris grinned at the sound. “too much?” he teased, tilting his head like he didn’t already know.

your reply was a shaky, “n-no…” but your thighs trembled around him, betraying you.

“yeah?” his smirk deepened, cruel and amused all at once. “baby, i could split you in half if i wanted.”

the words made your core clench around him, walls fluttering tight, and he felt it instantly. his laugh was breathless, smug. “oh, you like that. you like knowing you can barely take it. bet you’re already thinking about me filling you up, stuffing you full until you can’t hold anymore.”

you turned your face into the pillow, embarrassed, but his hand came up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him. his thumb pressed hard into your cheek, keeping your eyes on his as tears slid down your face.

“don’t hide,” he murmured, eyes dark. “i want to see you fall apart. want to watch you try to handle me.”

he pulled nearly all the way out, the drag of his length leaving you achingly empty, your walls clenching helplessly around nothing, before slamming back in, making your entire body jolt as slickness smeared down your thighs. you cried out, legs tightening around his waist instinctively, the sound breaking into a sob when he buried himself fully again, so deep you swore he was in your stomach.

chris chuckled, but it was low and breathless now, his own control starting to fray. “fuck, you’re perfect. look at you—stuffed so full you can’t even think. just a pretty little toy for me to stretch out and fill up. gonna make sure you take it all, every drop.”

tears pricked harder at the corners of your eyes, finally spilling as the overwhelming fullness made your mind go blank, your body struggling to adjust. he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear.

“say it,” he demanded, voice rough. “say i’m too big for you.”

you tried to shake your head, pride still flickering weakly, but another sharp thrust drove into you, the wet slap of skin-on-skin loud as your walls spasmed around him, tearing a broken sob from your throat. your nails raked down his back, desperate.

“chris—”

he growled, hips grinding deep, cock pressing hard against your sweet spot. “say it.”

finally, it slipped out, half-whimper, half-confession. “y-you’re too big… i can’t—fuck—”

that was all he needed. his cocky smirk returned, sharp and devastating. he kissed you, hard and claiming, before pulling back just enough to murmur against your lips, “good. now take it anyway. take it all, take my cum like you’re meant to."

and with that, his pace turned merciless, each wet thrust punching deeper, slick heat clinging to him as your walls squeezed tight around every inch—a reminder of just how much bigger he was than you could handle—yet exactly what you craved, even as tears streaked down your cheeks and your body trembled under the promise that he’d fuck you full and keep you there.

'n lets be fr we know this guy's packing...

© viviansturns | est. june 2024

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@drcamin

[teennyyweennyyy]

summary: Chris suggested playing Strip Fortnite with you in front of a thousand people and his brothers, but you decided that…

You stared at him for a second, eyebrows raised so high they practically disappeared into your hairline. “Absolutely the fuck not, Chris. I’m not stripping for you, or for your chat, or for anyone. End of discussion.”

He spun his chair all the way around to face you properly and did the most dramatic pout you’d ever seen in your life — bottom lip actually trembling, blue eyes going all wide and glossy. “Babe… come on. I’m your boyfriend.”

You snorted, flopping back against the pillows. “And?”

“And that means I’m allowed to see you naked whenever I want,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing on the planet, folding his arms over his chest and pushing the pout even further. He looked ridiculous. Adorable, but ridiculous.

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. “Yeah, genius, you’re allowed. You’re not entitled to turn me into fucking stream content. There’s a difference between ‘allowed’ and ‘don’t be a greedy little shit’.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, that mischievous glint already creeping back into his eyes. “I wasn’t gonna show anything crazy. Just… shoulders, maybe a bra strap, I dunno. Cute stuff. Teasing.”

“Teasing?” You sat up again, grabbing one of his pillows and chucking it straight at his face. He caught it with a laugh. “Christopher. You literally said ‘every kill I get, she takes something off’. That’s not teasing, that’s straight-up softcore porn for twelve-year-olds with unlimited V-Bucks.”

He clutched the pillow to his chest like I’d wounded him. “They’re not twelve. Most of chat is older than me…well, maybe not.”

“Doesn’t make it less weird!” You threw your hands up. “You wanted me to get half-naked in front of forty thousand people and your own brothers. Matt was about to blocking you for life, Nick was two seconds from hanging up and throwing up."

Chris bit his lip, trying — and failing — to hide the grin. “Nick’s dramatic. And Matt just…Matt?”

“Matt sounded like he was choking on his own tongue.”

“Okay, okay,” he conceded, crawling off the chair and onto the bed, flopping down beside you on his stomach like a golden retriever who knows he’s in trouble but doesn’t care. “But the stream’s over now. No chat, no brothers, no camera. Just us.” He propped his chin on his folded arms, blinking up at you. “So… private strip Fortnite? House rules. I get a kill, you lose a sock. I die, I lose a sock. Fair.”

You stared at him. “We’re not even playing Fortnite right now.”

“We could boot it up.”

“No."

He rolled onto his back, stretching out. “You’re no fun tonight.”

“I’m plenty fun,” you muttered, shoving his shoulder. “I let you rail me against the kitchen counter at four in the morning yesterday while Nick was literally asleep on the couch ten feet away. I think I’ve earned the right to keep my hoodie on for one single evening.”

His eyes lit up at the memory. “That was hot.”

“Yeah, it was. Because it was just us, you horny gremlin.”

He turned his head, smirking. “You love it when I’m a horny gremlin.”

“Shut up.” You grabbed another pillow and smacked him with it again. He just laughed, grabbing your wrist mid-swing and yanking you down so you half-fell across his chest.

“Come on, babe,” he murmured, voice dropping low, thumb brushing over the inside of your wrist. “You know I think you’re the hottest thing alive. I just wanna look at you. That’s it. No recording, no chat, no nothing. Just me appreciating my girl.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You see me naked literally every day. Multiple times a day. We’ve fucked what — four times since Thursday? Five? I lost count after you woke me up at six a.m. with your dick already inside me.”

“Five and a half,” he corrected proudly, fingers sliding up your arm. “The half was the quickie in the shower this morning.”

You groaned. “Exactly. You’re spoiled rotten. You don’t need a strip game, you need to learn some self-control.”

He rolled you both so fast you squeaked, suddenly pinned under him, his forearms bracketing your head. “Self-control? Baby, I have been inside you so much the past four days my dick probably has your name tattooed on it in braille.”

You burst out laughing despite yourself, shoving at his chest. “You’re disgusting.”

“You love it.” He dipped his head, nose brushing yours. “Tell me you don’t love it.”

You bit your lip, trying to keep a straight face. “I like the sex. I don’t like the idea of being your personal OnlyFans just because you got bored on stream.”

He sighed dramatically, dropping his forehead to your collarbone. “I said I was sorry about the stream thing. Kind of.”

“You didn’t say sorry at all.”

“I’m sorry-ish.” He pressed a kiss to your neck. “I get carried away when chat’s hyping me up. You know how I get.”

“Yeah, I know. You turn into a cocky little shit who thinks with his dick instead of his brain.”

He hummed, lips trailing up to your jaw. “My dick has pretty good ideas, though.”

“Chris.”

“babe.”

You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “If you ever pull that stream shit again, I swear to God I will put you in chastity for a month. I’m not even joking. I’ll buy the cage myself. Pink. With a little bow.”

His eyes went comically wide. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Okay. Noted. No more public strip suggestions. Promise.”

“Good boy.”

He grinned at the praise, leaning in to kiss you slow and deep, the kind of kiss that always makes your brain short-circuit. When he pulled back, his voice was softer. “But… privately… you’d do it for me one day? Just us? If I begged real pretty?”

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin. “Maybe. If you earn it.”

“How do I earn it?”

“Laundry. Dishes. Stop leaving your socks and Pepsi cans everywhere. And maybe — maybe — I’ll think about losing a sock for every ten kills.”

He groaned, flopping back onto the bed beside you. “Ten? You’re evil."

You rolled onto your side, propping your head on your hand, smirking down at him. “You want the girlfriend experience or the free OnlyFans experience? Pick one.”

He turned his head, blue eyes locking on yours, that cocky little smile creeping back. “I want both.”

“Greedy.”

“Always.” He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But I’m your greedy.”

You leaned down and kissed him again, softer this time. “Damn right you are.”

He chased your lips when you pulled back, trying to deepen it, but you pressed a finger to his mouth. “Nuh-uh. You’re on thin ice, remember? Behave.”

He nipped at your finger. “I’m always good.”

“Liar.”

He laughed, low and warm, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you down so you were fully sprawled across his chest. “Fine. I’ll be good. For now.”

You rested your chin on his sternum, looking up at him. “For now?”

“Mhm. Until you fall asleep. Then all bets are off.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “Perv.”

“Your perv.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, settling in against him, listening to his heartbeat under your ear. “My perv.”

a comeback or not? who knows....

[spookysturnz]

In which . . . Matt takes the lead when Chris fucks up.

Word Count- 1.2k

Warnings- cheating mentioned. begging. porn w/o plot. dom!matt.

That was eight months ago.

Now you're on Matt's arm. Matt, who watched Chris destroy you. Matt, who held your hair back when you threw up from crying. Matt, who remembered every single thing Chris took for granted.

Tonight is the Sturniolo family BBQ. Chris is here. He's been avoiding your eyes all night, but you feel him—his gaze burning the back of your neck every time Matt's hand slides too low on your waist.

Matt leans down, lips brushing your ear. "You ready to make him pay?"

You nod, throat tight.

Matt grins. It's not his sweet, camera-friendly smile. It's predatory.

Matt doesn't ask. He takes your hand and pulls you up the stairs while Chris is refilling his soda in the kitchen. The guest room is at the end of the hall—door slightly ajar, just as Matt planned.

He pushes you against the wall the second the door clicks shut, one hand over your mouth, the other already hiking up your sundress.

"Shh," he breathes. "We want him to hear, baby. Not see. Not yet."

His fingers find you soaked through your panties. He tsks.

"All this for me? Or because you know he's downstairs, imagining exactly what I'm about to do to you?"

You whimper against his palm.

Matt drops to his knees. He pulls your panties down slowly, letting the lace drag over your thighs, your knees, your ankles. He kisses the inside of your thigh—soft, reverent—then licks a flat stripe up your center.

You buck. He holds you still.

"Not yet," he murmurs against your folds. "I want you aching by the time he gets here."

The door cracks open.

Matt knows exactly when Chris reaches the top of the stairs. He hears the familiar heavy footstep pause. Hears the sharp inhale.

Matt looks up at you—eyes dark, lips glistening—and smiles.

"Think he's watching?" Matt asks, loud enough for the hallway to catch. "Or is he too much of a pussy to even peek?"

A beat of silence.

Then the door creaks open an inch.

Chris stands there, frozen, soda can still in his hand. His jaw is tight. His pupils are blown wide. He's wearing grey sweatpants, and there's no hiding what's happening beneath them.

Matt doesn't acknowledge him directly. He turns back to you, sinks two fingers inside you without warning, and curls them exactly where you need them.

You cry out—loud, broken, real.

"That's it," Matt coos. "Let him hear what he threw away."

Matt fucks you against the footboard first—slow, deep strokes that have you clawing at his back. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your dress bunched around your ribs, your bra pushed up under your chin.

Chris is still in the doorway. He hasn't moved. His breathing is ragged.

Matt notices. He grins.

"Come here, Chris."

Chris shakes his head, but his feet carry him forward like a puppet. Matt pulls out of you—just for a moment—and guides you to the edge of the bed.

"On your knees," Matt says.

Not to you.

To Chris.

Chris swallows hard. "Matt, come on—"

"On your knees," Matt repeats, voice dropping an octave. "You owe her an apology. And you're going to say it while she's sitting on my cock."

Your heart hammers. Chris looks at you—really looks—and for a second, you see the old him. The one who held you. The one who lied.

Then he drops to his knees.

Matt lifts you onto him again, your back to his chest, and sinks inside you in one slow, torturous push. You moan, head falling back against Matt's shoulder.

"Now," Matt says, thrusting up into you. "Apologize."

Chris's hands are clenched on his thighs. His voice cracks.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"Sorry for what?" Matt snaps, punctuating each word with a deep grind.

"I'm sorry for cheating," Chris chokes out. "I'm sorry I made you feel like you weren't enough. You were—fuck, you were everything, and I—"

"Louder," Matt commands, speeding up.

Chris's eyes are glassy. He's fully hard now, sweatpants tented, and he's watching—watching the way you take Matt's length, the way your mouth falls open, the way your fingers twist in the sheets.

"I'm sorry!" Chris shouts, voice raw. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

Matt flips you onto your hands and knees without pulling out. He fucks you from behind, brutal and relentless, while Chris kneels just feet away.

"You wanna touch yourself?" Matt asks, grabbing a handful of your hair. "Go ahead. But you don't come until she does."

Chris's hand disappears into his sweats. His head falls back. He's biting his lip so hard it's nearly bleeding.

Matt leans down, lips to your ear.

"Look at him," he whispers. "Look at the boy who broke you. Now watch him fall apart while I make you mine."

You look.

Chris is stroking himself fast, desperate, eyes locked on where Matt disappears inside you. He's whimpering—actually whimpering—and the sight of him so undone, so humiliated, pushes you over the edge.

You come with a scream—Matt's name, Chris's name, a jumble of both.

Matt follows seconds later, spilling deep, groaning against your shoulder.

Chris comes last, with a broken sob, painting his own stomach while staring at the mess he made of everything.

Matt pulls out slowly and kisses your shoulder. He doesn't look at Chris.

"Clean yourself up," Matt says flatly. "And close the door on your way out."

Chris stumbles to his feet, zipping his sweats with trembling hands. He pauses at the threshold.

He looks back at you—spent, glowing, wrapped in Matt's arms.

He opens his mouth.

Matt cuts him off.

"Don't. You lost the right to speak to her the second you made her cry."

Chris closes the door.

You hear his footsteps retreat, slow and heavy.

Matt tilts your chin up and kisses you—soft, slow, yours.

"Told you," he murmurs against your lips. "Revenge is a dish best served wet."

A/N- I hope you guys liked this one. This one is specifically for my matt girlies. Thank you to my beautiful wife @chriss-slutt for proofreading. <333

Introduction to Freak Week

[owensbabygirl]

arms

that's it that's the post

[youarenotalone101]

my experience with rose

i feel like it's finally my turn to say something. i've kept this to myself for so long but seeing people still love rose, and now that she's finally gone i can't stay quiet anymore.

i was 15. the whole time i was so confused. she would constantly talk sexual with me, telling me about her fantasies and making comments i didn't even understand yet. she asked me to call with her, and on those calls she'd always bring up sexual stuff. i didn't know what to say. i just remember feeling weird, uncomfortable like i had to just sit there and go along with it even though i didn't want to.

eventually i blocked her. she blocked me back, and then i deactivated. since then tumblr hasn't felt safe for me. every time i see her name or people saying how much they love her it brings all of it back.

i think this is the last time i'll ever be on here. i don't even know why i'm writing this except that i just want to finally be heard. i've carried this for so long in silence and maybe it doesn't even matter anymore but it matters to me.

the worst part is i barely have any screenshots because i deactivated my account back then. that makes me scared no one will believe me. it scares me that most of this only exists in my memory and maybe only i will ever know what truly happened.

sometimes i feel like maybe i'm being dramatic. like maybe i overreacted or made it bigger than it was. but then i remember how sick it made me feel, how confused i was how i didn't even know what to say when she would start talking sexual with me. i was 15. that shoulve been enough for her to know it was wrong

i don't know. maybe i'll regret posting this maybe people won't believe me, but at least i finally said it out loud.

please i beg, interact with this any way i really want to feel heard it feels like im being dramatic but then I remember how much it still bothers me.

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[chrisshands]

THEY ARE LITERALLY BOTH THE PERFECT HEIGHT FOR A COUNTER SEX

[clairo4life]

bringing back this pic bcs WDYM BRO??? 🫦🫦

[sturnmiller]

kills me every time