MATT'S BABY MOMMA

GOD IS FAIR, SEXY NASTY

[whore4mattsturniolo]

✴︎ ۪𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 ݁ ۪ ✴︎ "IF LOOKS COULD KILL, YOU'D BE A MURDERER"✴︎ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 ݁ ۪ ✴︎

#LIVE.LOVE.A$AP ── genesis…⁷⁷⁷✧.writer&reader. ✧. 2blessed2bstressed. ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ spotify nerd. ── .✦ . matt girl. ✰ ✰ august virgo.⋆｡°✩♍︎ #MUSICSAVES

•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• FINE WHINE BY A$AP ROCKY. ✧･ﾟ: ✧ deftones enthusiast. ✧.* heavensent. ⋆˚࿔ "i feel like i'm young thug in 2015"

masterlist. recent work. taglist.

[aliaratawitchtrial]

is this a safe space to say that i still think about this picture a lot and i'm considering writing a fic on it 😕

passing chris around at the girls sleepover ... 🤤

[whore4mattsturniolo]

if this gets published i'll come back to tumblr btw

[whore4mattsturniolo]

sorry i lwk hate tumblr now and i dont rlly watch the triplets like that anymore

[readsick]

barrel m.sturniolo

cw—gunplay, rough&mean dom!reader. sub!matt

matt’s deep brown hair is soft in your grip as you hold his head back, icy blue eyes staring into yours without a blink. “you’ve been a bad boy, matthew,” you purr, nails massaging his scalp. he'd been acting up all day. like a fool, like a brat, like a boy who didn't know his place. “what’re you gonna do, hit me?” he challenges, keeping up his act.  “hit you?” you scoff, baffled by the assumption. “by the time we’re finished, you’re gonna wish i did.”

fear flashes in his eyes following your chilling words, cockiness fading by the second. “do your worst,” he spits, boldness laced in his tone. his cockiness made you angry, had you fuming. you almost wanted to hit him now. with balled fists, you stand matt up, tugging on his precious hair. hard. sharp winces leave his lips as he shakily shuffles to his feet, acting like it was his first time walking. “you. bed. naked. now.”

his pale skin contrasted with the dark headboard as he lay against it, all bare and vulnerable. god, the things you’d do to him. the sight had your pussy clenching. your eyes never leave him as you saunter towards him, wood floor creaking under you. for the first time today, you could see his act starting to fall apart. his hands gathered over his stomach as he waited, expression unreadable. your sleek dress rose above your thighs as you climbed onto the bed, crawling towards matt as if he was prey. “move your hands.”

obediently, he slides his hands down to his side. you cage his thighs with your own as you straddle his waist, clothed core kissing his skin. your hands glide slowly and teasingly against his skin, creating goosebumps as you move. your touch made him shiver as your hands inched up his neck and towards his face. “you’re pathetic,” you whispered, feeling his fear. “not so bold now, huh?” reluctantly, he shook his head, his cheeks tinting under your gaze.

his cock twitches against your thin dress, bringing your attention back to it. he whimpers pitifully as you hover over him, cock in hand as you line him up with your pussy. the stretch was painfully good; he was thick but still long enough to have your walls fluttering around him. his hips buck into you, and his breathing gets heavier, chest pumping in your palms. “tho—thought this was supposed to be a punishment,” he grunts, hands finding your waist.

you take his words with a chuckle as you build your pace, hips snapping quicker, with purpose. anger being taken out on his cock rather than him. “fuck—if i had known i would’ve acted out soon—” he breathes, barely able to finish before you snapped. your hand slaps over his mouth as he attempts to dig himself a deeper hole. his eyes widen and his head jerks back, the force giving him whiplash. “not another word,” you whisper, warning him.

still not taking you seriously, he licks your hand, coating your palm in sticky spit. Oh, he was going to learn tonight. leaning over, you reach into the side dresser, hand searching for something special. his smirk fades, and all the colour in his face disappears as you take it out. your gun, fake obviously, the real one is hidden, but he didn’t know that “what—what’rey’doing??” he asks, worry clouding his features. you don’t speak, just do. The same sticky hand returns to his face to hold his cheeks, tracing the tip of the weapon across his lips. “spit,” you demand, letting him loose. he stills inside you as he spits, a big glob painting the front. “open”

quickly, his pink lips part, making way for the thick base. inch by inch, you shove the gun in barrel resting against the roof of his mouth. he gags as he reaches his limit, drool spilling down the sides of his lip. you hold it in place as you grind roughly on him, boobs jiggling and dress barely hanging on. you moan wildly as the tip hits your spot, back arching in pleasure. matt groans around the metal as you fuck him, fingers piercing your waist.

the picture infront of you made you wet, him looking helpless as he chokes on your gun. after being so cocky and ballsy all fucking day. finally, he couldn’t do anything but moan and groan. hell, he could barely breathe like this. he looked so scared, but still turned on; you saw the glint in his eyes. and he knew his safeword; all he had to do was use it. your hips swirl in the same rhythm as you fuck the gun into his mouth, in and out, back and forth, over and over, ruthlessly. until he learned his lesson.

[whore4mattsturniolo]

somebody hold me.

[sosasturns]

“FRIDAY THE 13TH” ⸝⸝ pornstar!matt x pornstar!reader in which matt roleplays as jason voorhees on halloween night, fucking you in a hockey mask with the camcorder rolling.

warnings: nsfw, r18+, roleplay, masked!matt, choking, slapping, hair pulling, dumbification, rough manhandling, voyeurism/filming themes, clothes play, teasing, silent!matt (only breathing/grunts), rough sex, creampie, aftercare implied

word count: 2.9k

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the solid red light blinked from the camcorder, steady in matt’s hand. the lens locked on your ass, catching every sway of your hips and every arch of your back in those tiny red shorts.

his breaths hit loud against the inside of the hockey mask, filling the silence.

the room smelled faintly of wood and something sharp, like dust and old pine. the cabin was barely lit, only the camcorder light cutting across your skin as you crawled forward on the bed, giving him a show. your knee-high socks brushed against the sheets, your shirt stretched tight over your chest with no bra underneath. you could feel him watching—more than that, recording. you weren’t just putting on for matt; you were putting on for the camera, too.

“do you like that, jason?” you teased softly, rocking your hips back just a little further.

his breath grew heavier through the mask, but he didn’t answer—he couldn’t. his only reply was the way his free hand came down hard on your ass, the smack echoing against the cabin walls. you yelped but arched deeper, the sting spreading through your skin as he rubbed the mark in slow circles.

you glanced back over your shoulder, catching the glint of the mask in the camcorder’s red glow. his head dipped once in a sharp nod, silent approval.

then his thumb pressed over the damp spot at the crotch of your shorts, stroking it lazily while the camera stayed fixed on you. the fabric was already darkening beneath his touch, every pass of his thumb dragging slick across the cotton.

“matt,” you gasped, though it felt wrong to say his name with him dressed like this. the silence was heavier than any words he could’ve given you.

in the next second, his grip tightened on your hip and he yanked you back roughly, forcing you to stay on all fours. he tore the shorts down to your thighs with a single pull, leaving you exposed under the hot light of the camcorder.

you flipped yourself onto your back, your chest heaving as you kicked the shorts off the rest of the way. he stood at the foot of the bed, mask staring down at you, camera still steady in one hand.

you spread your legs slowly, deliberately, and slid a hand down your belly until your fingers brushed between your folds. “is this what you want?” you whispered to him, to the camera, to both.

your fingers circled your clit, slick gathering quick as you arched under your own touch. matt groaned low, the sound muffled behind the hockey mask, and you caught sight of his other hand shifting over the front of his work pants. he palmed himself while he recorded you spreading open for him, your fingers glistening in the dim light.

you moaned louder than you needed to, playing it up for the camcorder as you pushed two fingers inside yourself. your walls fluttered around them, and the sound of your slick echoed faintly in the quiet cabin.

that was all he could take. he dropped the camera to the mattress just long enough to fumble with his belt, the sound of the buckle sharp as it came undone. he freed himself without hesitation, his cock hard and leaking as he kicked his heavy boots apart for leverage.

he didn’t take anything off. not the mask. not the green jacket. just shoved his pants down far enough to push inside.

he hiked a knee onto the bed and lined himself up, dragging his tip through your folds, teasing you with every shallow thrust forward. you whimpered as he pushed the head in only an inch, only to pull back out again.

“please,” you whined, arching up toward him.

his hand then moved to slap across your thigh before gripping it hard, pinning you open. he angled the camcorder down to capture the way his cock slid against you, smearing your wetness over the thick swollen head.

when he finally pressed in, it was deep and slow. you gasped loud enough to make the camera tremble in his grip, your nails digging into the sheets.

he fucked into you with brutal force, pulling you closer every time his hips snapped forward. one hand clamped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head swim. then it shifted—gripping your jaw, slapping your cheek, then tugging hard on one of your ponytails until your neck craned forward, he wanted you to see it all.

your camp crystal lake shirt bunched in his fist, the fabric stretching while he grunted through the mask. your tits bounced with every thrust.

your cries echoed through the cabin, each moan sharper than the last.

at one point, you snatched the camcorder from his grip, holding it up so it caught the mask above you and your own spread thighs below. the frame shook with every snap of his hips, until your arms gave out and you handed it back to him.

he set it down near the pillows, angled so it could catch both of you as he flipped you onto your stomach. he yanked you up by the back of your neck, pounding into you from behind, your cheek soon pressed to the sheets.

the bedframe creaked with every thrust, wood groaning like it might give out beneath you. you moaned into the sheets, the camera catching your subtle movements as your body bucked forward with each snap of his hips.

“oh my god—” you gasped, voice breaking as your orgasm slammed through you. your body shook, walls squeezing him tight, but he didn’t slow down. he chased you through it, forcing you to take every rough thrust until you were dripping down your thighs.

he flipped you back over, spreading your legs wide again as he drove into you harder, faster. your knees trembled as a second orgasm broke through, wrecking you further until you were crying out, nearly incoherent.

that was when he followed, groaning deep and guttural as he emptied himself inside you.

“hmmffph.. mm-” he stuffed you full, his thrusts slowing only when you were shaking apart beneath him.

grabbing the camcorder, he pulled out and angled it down to show the mess he left behind—cum leaking down your swollen pussy, your thighs trembling as you spread yourself wider for the lens.

he smacked your pussy once, the wet sound filling the cabin, making you whimper as your body jerked.

the recording ended with your eroded body on display, thighs slick and trembling, lips parted in shallow breaths.

matt leaned down, bracing himself over you. the mask was hot and suffocating, so you reached up and pulled it off, revealing his flushed face and damp hair clinging to his forehead.

he kissed you deep, breathless, his lips rough against yours.

when he finally pulled back, his voice was ragged against your mouth. “that’s my girl.”

a/n: aaa happy october. first kinktober fic down da hatch, five more to go, i’m excitedd. how do we feel abt this one chat?!

[whore4mattsturniolo]

EVERYBODY STFU

[whore4mattsturniolo]

been tryna plot my comeback but tumblr is soo damn dry now...

[whore4mattsturniolo]

[chrisssiren]

❝𝑭𝒖𝒖𝒖𝒄𝒌... 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖.❞

starring 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

⟡ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ pure filth ⋆ solo masturbation ⋆ use of a fleshlight ⋆ male whimpering/moaning ⋆ deep yearning ⋆ horny!matt (lol) ⋆ matt’s lowkey a pervert ⋆ more.

Matt sighs as he plops down on his bed, his sweats tenting obscenely from his erection. He tried his best today to control himself around you, but he still managed to get hard in the end when you bent over to get something you accidentally dropped. He somehow managed to hide it though, thanking everything—even his pumpkin jellycat—for his decision earlier today to wear a longer t-shirt inside his jacket.

His palm slowly hovers over the bulge before he presses down on it, gently, but even a gentle pressure enough to have his eyes rolling back briefly. He hadn’t had time to jerk off yesterday, and the day before that, hence how pent up he is.

You came over today to bring him his hoodie he had forgotten—or well, you had borrowed and forgot to give. He wouldn’t have minded if you kept it, but he’d never say that out loud. He has to play the "nonchalant best friend who’s not interested in you" character he made up years back when you two started to become friends. To protect himself from any potential heartbreak.

His palm now rubs back and forth over his sweatpants clad boner, biting his lips to muffle a needy sound as his hips threaten to buck up into his own hand. God. He’d do anything to just bury his face in that sweet cunt of yours, or bury his thick 8-inch length as deep inside you as you can take it.

The fantasies grow more and more filthier by the minute. He imagines pushing your knees into your chest, your hands bound above your head, as you helplessly take his fat cock deep inside your warm, tight pussy—

By the time he snaps back to reality, his palm feels damp with how much he’s leaking through the thin fabric of his lounge sweatpants. Without much to do otherwise, Matt slowly peels off his sweats with a hiss as his precum coated dick twitches towards his stomach in the cool air.

He never usually goes commando, but he had forgotten to bring his underwear to the bathroom when he showered this morning, and just decided to go about his day like this—without boxers.

Matt shamelessly gets up from his bed, his cock hard as a rock and bobbing with each step, as he walks towards his closet and opens it with increasing impatience. He rummages through his things, and finally finds what he’s looking for—a fleshlight.

He holds the toy up to the light and inspects it as if it’s a foreign specimen. Which it kind of is. He’s never used a fleshlight before. The curious part of him had bought it a few days ago, but he kind of forgot about it until just now. The fleshlight is plain looking, but the lube he found beside it isn’t. It’s green apple flavored, and labeled something awfully sweet.

Matt sits back down on his bed, his dick standing upright and begging for attention as a bead of precum pools at the aching tip before slowly rolling down his head and shaft, causing him to shiver at the feeling. He doesn’t waste any more time and pours a generous amount of lube inside the pocket pussy.

The lube might’ve been too much—he’s inexperienced when it comes to adult toys—but God, when he slides the fleshlight down his shaft, he can’t help the sound that escapes his throat. A sound so undone and wrecked already he hopes the walls are thick enough for his brothers to not overhear.

He takes a shuddering breath and slowly, but firmly, grasps the toy fitting snugly around his shaft, and begins to move it back up his length. His breath catches sharply and his hips jerk up, the toy is so tight and wet, not as warm as a real pussy but the ridges and texture inside it felt fucking incredible.

"Oh, fuck--" Matt curses breathlessly, his head tipping back. His eyes clenches shut and eyebrows furrow as he holds the fleshlight still with a trembling hand. The pleasure is too much for his sensitive length. Sensitive from not getting any relief for hours. All because he couldn’t bring himself to make an excuse and go jerk off while you were still here.

He slowly begins moving the toy again. Slow, then fast. He’s quickly getting lost in the pleasure he hasn’t experienced in a while. His jaw muscles tick as he clenches it so tight it’s almost painful. He takes deep and uneven breaths through his nose, exhaling shakily. The pocket pussy made so much noise, squelches and wet plops with each quick movement.

Matt’s face grows hot as he hears the embarrassing sounds of his cock plunging in and out of dripping wet silicone. He hopes and prays that his brothers don’t hear the squelching noises filling his room, each one louder than the last.

Soon, his embarrassment fades as he falls back into his perverted fantasies about his best friend. He imagines it’s your pussy that’s sucking him in oh-so-greedily, imagines you riding his dick and your cunt all wet and sopping because of him. Just a few lewd fantasies and he’s already on the edge of an orgasm.

His balls draw tight and his hips rut into the toy, making the squelching sounds double up in volume from how hard he was fucking it. His breath comes in short, desperate gasps as he feels his orgasm approaching quickly. And before he can even remind himself to be quiet, he’s coming. Hard, desperate, and so fucking much.

Matt quickly clamps his free hand over his mouth, his fingers digging into his cheek as his hips jerk repeatedly into the silicone pussy. His semen slowly leaks out the sides as Matt moves the toy languidly, trying to come down from his high.

And when he was finished, his cock coated in his own cum and the fleshlight lying well used beside him, he finally let himself regret jerking off to you. Post-nut clarity—if you will. But then again, when has he not regretted it? Oh well, he’ll most definitely be going to jerk off to fantasies of you tomorrow too, and he’ll probably use the pocket pussy. It’s easier and much more efficient than finding a girl to fuck.

He sends a few messages to you and then gets up to clean up the mess, as if he didn’t just fuck his fleshlight while imagining it was your pussy instead.

© 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏

⟡ 𝟏𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ⸝⸝ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆!

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 ་༘࿐ as an apology to that click-bat fic, i wrote for you guys one of the hottest things ever (in my opinion)! kind of unsure how well written this is and i wanted the fic to be out today so i may have rushed the ending but oh well i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless ☺️

(p.s. i usually take a line from my fic to use for the title but i didn’t really let matt speak in this so uh... just made the title up lmaooo. i dunno why i felt the need to tell you guys that lol 😭)

[cinnamonsturns]

the air in the car felt so stuffy, hard to breathe with chris casting sidelong glances at you the entire drive. his otherwise uninterested demeanour, headphones in as he chewed away at his gum all disappeared as soon as matt and nick went into the store. 

you don’t need to communicate through words. as soon as they disappeared into the store, his pants were off in record time, bunched around his thighs along with his boxers as you jammed yourself between his legs on the floor of the car. 

“thaaaat’s it,” he breathes softly, hips pushing towards your mouth as you wrapped your lips around his tip, suckling softly. 

“fuck,” he whines, head tipping back as he adjusts his hat sitting backwards on his head, free hand coming to hold your hair out of your face. 

you work fast, loud and obscene as your mouth licks and slurps around him, your hand working what your mouth can’t fit. you both knew you didn’t have a lot of time, at all. 

but with the way chris is already squirming, hips bucking into your mouth as you whine softly around him, you don’t figure you need that much time anyways. 

his fingers tense and flex in your hair, fisting it into a ponytail as his cock ruts desperately into your mouth. “gonna let me cum down that pretty throat?” he asks with a gentle tug of your hair. 

when you nod, his breath hitches, head dropping forward with a quiet moan. 

he releases your hair to again, lift his hat off his head to tuck his hair back under it, arm bent to grip the top of his hat as he whispers out that he’s gonna cum. 

you look up at him through your already wet and sticky lashes to find him looking down at you, jaw slack to the point where you can see the piece of gum he’s been chewing all day poking from his lips before spilling into your mouth.

caroline speaks: HE CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS

©cinnamonsturns

[sosasturns]

just saw @whore4mattsturniolo on my tl…

[whore4mattsturniolo]

yk i hadda do it to em

[readsick]

#bringbackthighhumping

“wanna fuck you—please—” matt whines, shifting in place, hard cock rubbing against you in the process. your hold on his waist tightens, almost guiding him towards grinding against you. “no, you don’t, you just wanna get yourself off. so selfish,” you scowl, dark eyes meeting his blown-out ones. he squirms into you as you speak, harsh words having gone straight to his dick. shaking his head, he pouts, the accusation hurting his feelings. poor thing. “no—no wanna make you feel good too—not selfish”

“prove it,” you challenge, flexing your thigh under him. his cock twitched as the muscle moved, bringing a soft gasp out of him. your words seemingly went through one ear and out the other, as the boy didn’t budge, didn’t try to stop himself. he was so easily distracted, and you planned to take full advantage of it. his bony hands tangle into your shirt, bunching up the fabric as he holds on for dear life. you move his hips. slowly building friction between your bodies. “please,” he breathes, lower body starting to move on its own, lust taking over already.

your hands were merely a placeholder now, with the boy no longer needing guidance. pure need driving his actions. you saw right through him. “please what? supposed to be making me feel good, matthew,” you scold, putting on an act. “being so selfish now,” you frown, adjusting under him. he shakes above you as you move, the sudden movements hitting him in the right places. “ah—so-sorry,” he stutters, attempting to hold back whiny moans.

his tip poked against your jeans as he humped you, pathetic sounds escaping his mouth with each frantic movement. he had no rhythm or motion and hardly any balance. you were the only thing stabilizing him and his messy thrusts. precum painted the thin fabric of his pants, showing a clear outline of his cock. all veiny and thick. “you’re not sorry—or else you would’ve stopped by now, hm? just can’t help yourself, can you slut?” he whimpers at the degrading pet name, but shyly shakes his head, not even trying to lie or deny it. “can’t—can’t feelst’good” he agrees, body jerking against you.

[whore4mattsturniolo]

should i come back for kinktober🤔 lmk.

[cherrystainss]

𓂃 . . . ❛ BIG MAMA ❜ ∿ teacher!matt x milf!reader

ⓘ warnings:: pure filth, smut, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, slight orgasm denial + more!

ⓘ find chris’ version . . . ╰⪼ @neverstopthekashh <3

It was a warm Saturday night when you found yourself on Matt's doorstep, waiting patiently for him to open the door. You bite your bottom lip nervously, thinking about how the evening could turn out. It was either your daughter's situation at school getting better, or just a failed attempt to ease her life.

The door creaks open, revealing your daughter's teacher figure, a small smile plastered to his lips. When his whole frame comes into sight, you can't deny the warmth swarming through your tummy, lowering itself right in your center.

His hair was a little disheveled, slight dark crescent moons under his eyes, but what caught your attention was his shirt— tucked out of his perfectly tailored pants, unbuttoned at the top and sleeves pushed up to his elbows. It was definitely a sight to see. And once your eyes roamed over his body hungrily, glistening at the literal sex billboard standing in front of you, both of you knew what the night was going to turn into.

Not even an hour later, you were lowering yourself between Matt's legs, kneeling in front of him while he men-spread on the large couch in his living room. His arm was bent behind his head, while the other gripped your face. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, tracing the outline of it before he slowly slid it inside your mouth, pressing the pad flat on your tongue while you hollowed your cheeks, sucking his finger.

He groans at the sight, pulling his finger out. "Can't wait to see those pretty lips of your wrapped around something else" he says lowly, lifting his hips off the couch just slightly, but enough for you to get the message.

You look up at him, all innocent and doe-eyes while you palmed him through his black boxer briefs, mouth watering at only the sight of the obvious bulge, tenting from beneath the fabric. Your fingers slide beneath the waistband, pulling it down and setting his thick shaft free. He was big, not very long, but thick, stiff. His tip was flushed, reddened and leaking beads of precum, urging you to sitck your tongue out and lick a long stripe from the base right to the glistening tip.

You wrap your lips around his shaft, your hand gripping his base while your free one was flat against his thigh. He lets out a breathy, filthy sound as your mouth's warmth swirled around his cock, his hand flying almost on instinct in your hair.

You stroke him slowly for a few times before you try so swallow him whole, his tip kissing the back of your throat. He moans softly, his head tipping back for a second. "Fuuuuck- just like that, mama. Goood girl," he say breathlessly, his eyes burning holes into yours as he looked at you through hooded lids.

You moan around him, the sound reverbating deliciously through Matt's whole body. His hips buck up, making you gag around him, filthy sounds erupting from your throat.

You hollow your cheeks more, Matt's eyes bruising the back of his head as he felt his high approaching. He pressed your head down with both hands, hips lifting up from the couch as he practically used your throat to get himself off. You couldn't do anything but take it— and you wouldn't even complain, because you enjoyed every second of it.

"You like that, huh mama? Using you as my little personal toy?" his filthy words are interrupted by a huffed groan, caused by your hand that massaged his tight balls. "Mmgh, baby, you're doing so good"

His high crashes over him unexpectedly, making his thighs slightly tremble, his release painting yout throat white. You swallow everything quickly, sucking him dry and clean. When you pull back, finally being able to breathe properly, fresh air fills your lungs.

He grips your jaw, crashing his lips on yours, engulfing them in a messy, heated kiss. You straddle his lap, thighs locking his hips under yours steadily. He massages the plushy meat on your thighs, slapping your ass playfully as a smug grin scatters itself across his rosey lips. You jerk slightly at the stinging sensation, pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing from the delicious burn.

"Lay back, baby" he whispers, pressing one more messy peck on your puffy lips. You do as your told, back pressed flat against the couch. He kneels in front of you, head between your thighs as he grips them forcefully, spreading your legs wide open and leaving you completely exposed under his gaze.

The pad of his thumb presses against your sensitive bud, a wet noise emitted at the slight touch. "You're soaked, mama" he says as he starts rubbing tight, precised circles on your clit, the filthy sounds floating around the room. "Is it just because of me?" he asks, a slender finger teasing your entrance, the tip entering just barely before he pulls it out, relishing on the way your tight whole clenched around air.

You moan in response, hips squirming unpatiently under his slow torture. He suddenly stops, drawing a loud cry from your lips. "Words, baby. I want words"

"Yes, Matt, fuck- because 'f you" you whine, eyes becoming glossy.

"It's "sir" for you" he says with a smug smirk, winking playfully while he dipped his head between your thighs, tongue swirling around your sensitive clit. He humms against your drooling cunt, sucking tenderly on the small bundle, the gesture sending warm shivers down your spine. That little flutter in your belly intensifies with every stroke of Matt's skillfull tongue, your eyes rolling back when a slender finger enters your little hole, curling inside to hit that sweet spot repeatedly.

Your cunt leaks with sticky arousal, covering Matt's chin and hand, his pale skin turning shiny. He pulls back just a little, watching your pussy in pure hunger as his finger worked inside of you. He felt his dick throb at the way your sweet whimpers mixed deliciously with the squelches your cunt elicited.

His movements suddenly come to a stop, a loud cry escaping your lips at the lack of his fingers and warm tongue.

He sits up, slapping your meaty ass in the process. "Come ride me, mama. Earn it," he says, a smug grin etching itself on his face. He sits down next to you, all casual and relaxed like his dick wasn't painfully hard.

You take him by surprise when you drape your leg over his thighs in one swift motion, facing away from him. "Yes, sir" you say sweetly, arching you back heavenly. He had a full, perfect view of your back, his eyes following the dipped line on your back, landing right on your ass. He grips it tightly, massaging and groping the plushy flesh.

You line yourself up with his thick shaft, sinking down slowly, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. When he's fully bottomed out, you can feel him deep inside your fluttery walls, a small bulge tenting in your lower tummy.

A loud, relieved moan escapes your mouth, head tilting back in pure ecstasy. Your palms are flat on his knees for balance, hips starting to pick up their pace. He slaps your ass again, eyes fixated on the red mark left on the already abused skin. "Fuck, mama, just like that," he groans, head falling back against the couch.

"Such a good, mmgh- good girl, riding me so good" he praises again, his gaze running over the blissful sight in front of him. His hand runs up your spine, caressing your soft skin before it dives into your hair, gathering it in a make-shift ponytail.

"Is it just for your daughter or you just looove that dick, huh, mama?" he asks on a mocking tone, tilting your head back by your hair. You whine loudly, hips stuttering as you felt your high approaching.

He slaps your ass again, the burn filling your senses. The loud hit elicits a loud 'smack!' all around the living room, like music to Matt’s ears. "Answer me." he says demandingly, fingers clenching in your hair.

"I love that dick, Matt-"

Another slap is delivered to your ass, skin reddening visibly.

"Sir- fuck, I love that dick, sir" you manage out, thighs sticky as your pussy leaked with arousal, coating Matt’s dick.

When his hand leaves your hair and wraps around your neck snakily, applying pressure just lightly, you could feel your body catching on fire, pure ecstasy coursing through your veins as his free hand starts rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit.

You trip over the edge, the blissful feeling of the orgasm crashing over you, making your tummy flutter and chest tighten. Matt's name slips off your tongue countlessly, triggering his own high, cock twitching inside your gummy walls. Delicious whimpers leave his lips, filling up your ears and making room into a small corner of your brain, tucking itself there.

As you both came down from your highs, you slowly pull him out, wincing through your teeth at the tickling sensation. He watches as his cum spills out of your tight hole, the sight sending another wave of excitement straight to his dick. "Fuck, look at that" he says, breathless and completely absorbed by you. His finger grazes your cunt, making your hips jerk instantly. He chuckles softly and pulls you flush against his chest, arms wrapped around your waist. He kisses your shoulder blade, placing soft, warm pecks all the way up to your jawline.

“If this is how you intend to deal with your daughter’s school problems, I’m seriously considering giving her detention for the rest of the school year”

cherry’s kisses:: i am not okay.

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wait ok i just read wy@ for dealer!chris and stoner!reader and i’m confused 😭 is that the end of the series or is there more??

for now its the end (quite frankly its cuz idk what to do with them)

brownies 1 & 2 was sum filler cs i hadnt posted in a while, but im not writing as much anyway so theyre kinda in limbo rn

[m0an3d]

ꪆৎ ˚⋅ chris is such an asshole when it comes to nathan’s girlfriend, duh. you steal his best friend from him all the time! so when you text nathan pictures to post on instagram with your ass all out, he calls you every name under the goddamn sun: says you look like you snuck onto earth with that ugly ass face. ironic of him, really, considering his favorite position to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend in is missionary. needing to see your pretty face, because it’s his only weakness.

“nahhhh.” chris exhaled through his nose, watching you falter. “so motherfuckin’ confident sending your boyfriend those ass pics, but now you’re here tremblin’, can’t even get it to bounce on me?” your thighs burned. your arms were too weak to hold you up anymore. you were trembling so hard your teeth chattered. you didn’t know how many times he’d pushed you to the edge, dragged you there by the throat only to let you dangle. never letting you fall. never letting you cum. he was mean about it. he enjoyed it.

it started with the photos. cute little shots in that tight little mini skirt. you knew what you were doing, you had sent them to nathan, but you knew chris was there. you knew he’d see them. you wanted him to. now, you were straddling him, body damped in sweat, nipples swollen from how many times he’d bitten them, twisted them. your pussy was so overstimulated it throbbed even untouched, leaking onto his thighs, your wetness pooling under you as if you’d spilled your guts out. but still. still. he wouldn’t let you finish.

every time he’d sense your orgasm building, your stomach tensing, your hips stuttering, he’d rip it away. pull his cock out of you. snatch his fingers from your clit. leave you with that horrible emptiness. that ache. that annoying pressure that refused to leave your body.

chris’s hand slid from your waist where he’d been guiding you like his own personal sex doll, to your tits. his fingers grabbed your brown, sensitive nipples and rolled them slowly, watching your jaw clench from the sting. your hips jerked up desperately. “fuck—” you choked, already gasping. your hair stuck to your sweaty face, your head dropping to the side. you couldn’t even look at him anymore. you couldn’t bear to see the satisfaction on his fuckin’ face. he could tell you were close again. he always knew.

chris grabbed your waist again, this time not to steady, but to lift you. he threw you off his lap. your body hit the bed hard, soooo sore and dizzy, your cunt painfully clenching around nothing. you whimpered. he climbed over you slowly. his knees pinned your thighs open. he was fully in control, leaned over you, sweat dripping from his jaw as he reached down to grip his cock, fat and twitching in his hand.

he lined it up with your entrance. you spread your legs, twitching violently as they opened wider. your pussy fluttered. you were so soaked it was nasty. your thighs were trembling, your chest stuttered with each breath, and you blinked rapidly, trying to stay present, trying not to collapse from the desperation of needing him inside you. he laughed under his breath. you were falling apart for him and he loved it so badly. “chris, please,” you whispered. “i need to…” your words broke as your lip trembled. your body was betraying you, crying without permission. your eyes watering with heat. your thighs closed tighter around his hips, not to trap him, but to grasp yourself into reality.

chris rubbed his swollen tip against your urethral, dragging it up and down soooo slowly. your cunt twitched around nothing, your clit throbbing. then the tears came. three hot tears dripped down your cheeks. two from the left. one from the right. chris tilted his head. “look at you fuckin’ cryin’.” he sounded delighted. however, because he loves when you cry for him, he pushed inside.

your back arched off the bed, he slid in so deep, so fast, your whole body jerked. the fullness making you scream, your pussy clamped down around him hard, the overstimulation felt like pain. “aughh—chris! please. please, please—” you sobbed. his thrusts were heavenly. dragging against every sensitive nerve, every edge inside you. it felt like your body was breaking apart and you loved it. hated it. needed it. chris wiped your tears with his thumb as he fucked into you. then he licked it. sucked the salt off the thumb of his skin.

“i wonder what nathan would think,” he whispered, “if he saw his girl like this. sobbing. begging me to fuck her.” you could barely hear him. you were somewhere else. somewhere floating. you moved your hips on instinct, trying to meet his thrusts, knowing he had to be close too, he hadn’t cum yet either. you could feel how hard he was. how swollen. how angry he was inside you.

“he…he’d be mad,” you choked out. “so so so mad…” chris gripped the bedpost above your head and fucked into you. your body jolted upward with each thrust. the headboard slammed the wall. the sheets were soaked beneath you. you were about to cum. finally. after all of it. your whole body tightened around him. it was finally fuckin’ happening. it was going to hit…

and then it didn’t. a ringtone. loud. so fuckin’ loud.

chris stopped his movements. you screamed. “no, no—please!” your voice cracked, completely gone. your body thrashed under him, hips chasing anything. you were right there. you could feel the delicious feeling. but chris had already pulled out. you whimpered, throat dry, tears streaming again. you tried to close your thighs, tried to press your palm to your clit but he caught your wrist mid air and pushed it away. he climbed off the bed. “might be important,” he said. “you never know…” you lay there, legs still spread open, shaking uncontrollably. you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t think.

chris picked up his phone. paused. stared. then looked at you, a mean, mean smirk spreading at his thin lips as he held up the screen. “what are the fuckin’ odds,” he muttered. “it’s your boyfriend.”

[y2kstarr]

— ᥫ᭡ juicy . . . chris and matt sturniolo

where . . . At the gym, Chris and Matt spot you doing squats, and to their surprise, they realize just how thick your ass and thighs had gotten from your routine workouts, leading them to want to show you just how much they appreciate your hard work

contains . . . eventual smut, threesome (ZERO INCEST), reverse cowgirl position, oral (m!receiving), slight spanking, praise

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #12

Controlled breaths and soft grunts left Matt's lips as he stood in front of the wide mirrors on the walls, watching himself as his arms curled up, his hands gripping dumbbells.

His white tank top was already clinging to his chest and shoulders, darkened around the collar with sweat. His arms flexed with each movement, clean and practiced, biceps bulging as he curled the weights up slow, controlled, the kind of effort that didn’t need noise to prove itself.

A few feet away, Chris was mid-set on the incline bench, veins snaking along his arms as he pushed the barbell upward, the plates clinking softly as they steadied at the top, breaths slow and steady.

His black tank stuck to his skin in the same way as Matt's, but it rode up at the sides to reveal carved abs and a sheen of sweat ran down his v-line that lead underneath his basketball shorts. 

They weren’t talking and they didn’t need to. The shared rhythm was there like always — both of them tuned into their own routines, but still clocking each other in that silent way brothers do. Who was lifting heavier. Who was keeping pace. Who was going to tap out first.

Matt made it through one more before his form started to slip. He paused mid-lift, teeth gritted and his huffs seeping through his teeth, then let the weights drop with a quiet, frustrated thud against the mat, a defeated huff leaving him as he heard Chris's bar clink as he racked it.

From the bench, Chris didn't even try to hide his grin as he sat up, his voice almost breathless as he celebrated. “Ha! Told you you’d tap out first.”

Matt shot him a look, still catching his breath, rolling his shoulder in that way he always did when he was being petty. “I didn’t tap out. I’m switching muscle groups.”

“Sure you are,” Chris teased, grasping his gym towel and tapping the sweat that lines his hairline. “That face said ‘I’m done’ five reps ago.”

Matt huffed out a laugh, rolled his eyes, and grabbed his water bottle. “Your bar’s lighter than my warm-up set.”

Chris leaned forward on his knees, towel now slung around his neck as he chuckled. “You can say whatever helps you sleep tonight, man. Just admit it — you tapped out.”

Matt ignored him, raising the bottle to his lips as his eyes absentmindedly swept across the gym absently — just taking in the space, the atmosphere and other people present, maybe thinking about what machine to hit next.

Until his eyes suddenly landed on you.

All three of you had come together, a routine you'd kept up for the last three months of your relationship, but as Matt looked at you, he'd realized something he sure as hell didn't realize before.

You were at the squat rack with your back to them, legs shoulder-width apart, moving through your set with slow, intentional form. There wasn’t a hint of struggle in the way you lowered into each rep, thighs tightening beneath your leggings, ass moving in that perfectly controlled rhythm.

Matt blinked once, then twice, and slowly, his water bottle lowered just a little from his lips, as if he were in a trance.

Chris noticed the shift in his brother's silence, that pause in his motion, and decided to follow his gaze, suddenly now beyond happy he'd made the decision to do so.

You were still going, steady, focused, completely in your own zone. Each time you lowered, your form was solid — back straight, knees right where they needed to be. But the way your leggings hugged you, how your thick thighs now filled out the piece of clothing, how the curve of your ass moved with every rep — fuck, it was something else.

Chris finally broke the silence as he let out a quiet breath. “Damn.”

Matt didn’t answer, just tilted his head a little like he was recalibrating everything.

“When did that happen?” Chris asked under his breath, referring to how thick you'd gotten, tone almost impressed as he stood up from the bench he was on.

Matt swallowed as he slowly capped his bottle, still watching you with a chuckle in his tone. “I have no idea... but i'm fucking loving it.”

“She’s been working legs without us,” Chris pointed out as he now stood next to Matt, a little amused now, arms crossed loosely over his chest.

Matt glanced at him. “Apparently.”

They both stood there for a second, caught between moving and not. You hadn’t looked over yet — but the angle of the mirror in front of you caught everything. And a beat later, your eyes flicked up, right to where they stood.

You didn’t miss a thing. Not the way they were staring, not the way Matt had gone quiet, not the crooked grin starting to pull at Chris’s mouth, even if they both looked like total pervs just staring at you.

You didn’t break your stride though, just kept going, but a smile tugged at the corner of your lips — smug, like you knew exactly what you were doing.

Chris leaned over just a little toward Matt, keeping his voice low and teasing. “Still pacing yourself?”

Matt narrowed his eyes as he glanced at Chris, shaking his head once before holding his bottle tight in his grip, starting to walk over to you.

“You coming?” he asked over his shoulder at Chris who looked as if he was still curious on whether he should come to you or not, but as Matt grew closer, he couldn't help but chuckle before he grabbed his bottle from the bench and made his way over to you and Matt.

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By the time all three of you got home, you were trying not to grin as you fumbled with your keys, the lock just slightly stubborn in that way it always was. You leaned into the door with a soft laugh under your breath as Matt’s hands slid around your waist from behind, pulling you gently back against him.

“Hey—” you protested, giggling a little, half-surprised at how handsy they were getting with you. “I’m trying to open the door.”

Chris’s voice was a breath right at your ear. “Mhmmm,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your skin. “That’s why you've been taking your sweet ol' time with the key for like… a full minute.”

You laughed again, breathy and flustered. “It’s stuck!”

Matt kissed the back of your shoulder, slow and warm, whilst Chris's kissed at the opposite side of your neck, Matt murmuring against your skin. “You’re stuck. On our minds.”

“Oh my God,” you scoffed at his cheesiness, but you were already smiling, biting your lip as you finally got the door open. The second it creaked inward, Chris stepped behind you as you all walked in and kicked it closed without missing a beat.

You took two steps forward before you felt Matt’s mouth again, soft and slow at the base of your neck, while Chris’s hands slid under your tank top from behind, grazing up your sides. You squirmed a little between them, a laugh bubbling up before you could stop it.

“Okay, okay,” you said through a grin, trying to turn around. “Why are you two acting like this all of a sudden?”

Chris didn’t move far, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, feigning innocence with a soft chuckle. “Acting like what?”

“Like you’re about to eat me alive,” you teased, giggling again when Matt’s hand squeezed your hip.

“Because we are,” Matt said, voice rough but playful. “You should’ve seen the way you looked at the gym.”

“You were showing off,” Chris added, grinning as he tugged gently at the hem of your tank top.

“I wasn’t,” you lied, barely holding back another laugh as you knew you were totally trying to catch their attentions back at the gym, a breath catching in your throat as Matt’s fingers slid under the waistband of your leggings.

“Then why were you smirking at us in the mirror?” Chris asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then lower. “You knew we were staring.”

“You were staring?” you asked, pretending to sound scandalized — but it was no use with how flushed your face felt. Your voice broke on a laugh as Matt’s hand smoothed over the curve of your ass, just firm enough to make your knees wobble a little.

Matt leaned in, pressing up behind you like he was losing grip on his self control. “How could we not?”

Chris slipped to walk in front of you, his hand finding yours to guide you gently forward, his back facing away from you. “Bedroom. Now. Before I do something ridiculous in this hallway.”

You giggled again, tripping a little on your way down the hall, but they steadied you between themselves like they had a plan — like they’d been thinking about this since the moment they'd left that gym.

As you all stepped into the bedroom, your lips met Chris's, his hands trailing down to grasp the hem of your tank top as your hands slid up to curl into the strands of his hair. You felt as he tugged up your tank top, making you pull from the kiss to help him take it off, chuckles and giggles spilling from the three of you as you got to the bed.

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"Oh f-fuck!"

Your moans echoed throughout the bedroom, mixing in with Chris's groans as his hands gripped your hips tight, his eyes trained on the way your ass lifted and fell with each movement you made, your hands holding yourself up on his thighs as you rode him reverse cowgirl style.

A gasped yelp left your lips as Chris's hand came down with another smack, not too hard, but not too weak, perfect enough to sting upon impact before instantly melting into thrilling pleasure that coursed through your body.

"Jesus fuck, ma— such a perfect fuckin' ass. Been working it out for a while now, huh? Wanting to see if we'd notice?" Chris teased as his hands guided your hips, his head lolling back at the ecstatic feeling of you riding him like this.

You could hardly give him a clear answer back as Matt's cock slipped back into your willing mouth, your eyes rolling back at the taste of him before bobbing your head, a muffled "mhmmm" leaving you around Matt's dick as one hand came up to grip his thigh as well.

"Couldn't– fuck– couldn't help ourselves, baby," Matt cooed down at you, groaning deeply as you took him so perfectly, just like you always did, your pretty eyes looking up at him in a way that had him nearly blowing his load right the. and there. "We just had to reward you once we saw how much your work's been paying off."

You moaned around Matt's cock at his words, feeling as his fingers gripped your hair tighter with a grunt leaving his lips.

Nothing but sounds of pleasuring sex filled the room, groans and moans, whines and grunts, slaps and slurps. It was obscene, but god, you fucking loved it. You couldn't help the way you mewled as Matt's cock slipped from your mouth, feeling as Chris thrusted up into you, his movements now quickened in a way you knew all too well.

"Shhhit, ma— god, you're gonna make me fuckin' cum—" Chris groaned out almost pathetically, his hands sliding down to dig his fingers into your deliciously thick thighs, his thrusts meeting your moving hips in a way that had your nearly trembling with pleasure.

You couldn't get Matt back into your mouth with how Chris was fucking you, so your hand shakingly moved up, wrapping around his thick cock and starting to pump him at a pace that had him stuttering his breath and tensing his thighs.

"Fucking hell— gonna make me fucking cum too, baby— keep that up— oh fuck, please—" Matt moaned, his hips thrusting forward to meet your pumps, practically fucking your fist as you looked up at him with parts lips and flushed cheeks.

You could feel as both of their movements became a little sloppy, hurried as if they were scrambling to the edge, and as you felt that burning pleasure grow and grow within, you moved your hips and hand in time just to tip them over the edge.

As if in unison, you felt as thick, warm spurts of cum from Chris filled your sweet cunt, all the while pearly ropes of cum shot from Matt's cock, your mouth open as they landed on your tongue and face, making you let out a breathless giggle before you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

Groans, whines, and moans filled the room as you rode out your collective highs, before everything finally slowed down to a stop, Chris's thrusts halting, you hips stopping, and your hand slipping from Matt's cock. The once pleasured noises turned now into panted breaths.

"Please don't ever fucking change this gorgeous body, ma," Chris panted behind you, pulling breathless chuckles and giggles from all three of you, a collective agreement throughout the room.

Oh you were never going to stop giving them more to drool over.

☆ : so so sorry this is coming out so late in the day, was out most of the day with family so, had to work on this when I could 😭 hope it turned out good and that you guys enjoy!! 1 MORE DAY YALL <33

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i miss jules :(( is she doing okay

lowk anon last time i talked to her she deep in the trenches...hope shes okay tho lmao