mvkyis

[mvkyis]

ˇ ⋆ ╱ birthday cake - m. sturniolo

contains ; fluffy smut, cunnilingus, soft!matt

a/n ; wrote this on my bday but forgot to post it lmfao, also not proofread

wc ; 1.1k+

you wake up slowly, the kind of half-dreaming, half-awake haze that only comes when the sun hasn’t quite taken over the sky yet. the blinds in matt’s room are tilted just enough to let in faint ribbons of gold, cutting across the walls and the floor. the sheets smell like him — laundry detergent, his cologne faint from yesterday, and that warm matt scent that you can never put into words but always recognize.

the first thing you feel is his arm draped across your waist. heavy, warm, protective. his hand is curled just under the hem of your shirt, his thumb idly pressed against your hip like he found it in his sleep and decided not to let go. his chest rises and falls against your back, steady and slow, his breathing tickling the back of your neck.

you smile to yourself, shifting slightly just to feel him move with you. the adjustment stirs him, and you hear a groggy hum slip past his lips before his arm tightens around you.

“mm… don’t move,” he mumbles, voice rough and low, still tangled in sleep.

“i wasn’t going anywhere,” you whisper, the smile clear in your tone.

he presses his face into your hair, breathing you in. “good. it’s your birthday. you have to stay right here.”

the words make your heart squeeze in that way only matt can manage. he says them so simply, like it’s a fact of life — like birthdays were designed for being held in his arms. you twist in his grip until you’re facing him, his lashes heavy against his cheeks as his eyes try to blink awake. his hair is a mess, falling into his face in every possible direction, and you think it might be your favourite look on him.

“morning,” you murmur, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

his lips curve in the laziest, most beautiful grin. “morning, birthday girl.” his hand slides further around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “how’s it feel being older?”

“not much different,” you tease, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “still stuck with you.”

he laughs, the sound soft but warm, vibrating against your chest. he catches your lips properly this time, kissing you slow, almost hesitant like he wants to savour every second. his mouth is warm, and he tastes faintly like sleep — something soft, something safe.

the kiss deepens when his hand drags along your back, holding you tighter, pulling you impossibly close. your fingers slip into his messy curls, and he lets out a sound that’s half sigh, half groan.

it starts gentle, sweet, the way every kiss with matt does. but birthdays are different, and you can feel it in the way he tilts his head, in the way his lips part to let the kiss grow hotter. he kisses you with purpose now, not just good morning, but i love you and i want you, all tangled together.

your body responds before your mind catches up, pressing closer, your legs brushing against his. his hand finds your hip again, thumb sliding under your shirt to stroke the skin there, slow and teasing. he pulls back just enough to murmur, “can i spoil you?”

the words are simple, but they make heat rush through you. you nod, whispering, “yeah.”

the grin he gives you is boyish and smug, but his eyes are soft — adoring, like you hung the stars he sleeps under. he kisses down your jaw, your neck, each press of his lips deliberate. his fingers trace circles on your hip as his mouth drifts lower, sliding the strap of your shirt aside so he can mouth at your shoulder.

every touch is slow. patient. like he’s memorising you. he peppers kisses down your collarbone, then pauses to look up at you. his curls fall into his eyes, his lips swollen, his smile impossibly tender. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice hushed like a confession.

your breath stutters as he continues downward, lips trailing over your stomach. his hands skim along your thighs, coaxing them apart with gentle insistence. he settles between them like he was made to be there, the sight of him looking up at you from that position making your chest ache with love and your stomach twist with anticipation.

he doesn’t rush. he presses kisses to the inside of your knee, then your thigh, slow and reverent. each one lingers, his lips warm against your skin, as he gently tugs down your panties. by the time he finally reaches the spot you’ve been aching for, you’re already breathless.

the first brush of his tongue makes you gasp, your hands flying to his hair. he hums against you, clearly pleased with himself, and the vibration makes your head spin.

“matt—” his name slips out, half-plea, half-warning, but he just chuckles low in his throat.

“relax, baby. it’s your birthday,” he murmurs before returning his mouth to you.

every movement is deliberate — unhurried, teasing, like he wants to drag it out until you can’t take it anymore. his tongue moves with practiced ease, but the way he looks up at you in between, eyes shining with love, makes it feel less like skill and more like worship.

your fingers tangle tighter in his hair, tugging when he finds just the right rhythm. your hips shift, chasing more, but his hands press firmly into your thighs, grounding you, guiding you through it.

the heat builds quickly, coiling low in your stomach until you’re barely holding yourself together. you bite down on your lip, desperate to keep quiet, but small sounds slip out anyway — broken gasps, his name whispered over and over.

he doesn’t stop until you’re trembling under his mouth, until your grip in his hair turns desperate, until your chest is heaving and your vision blurs at the edges. he slows only when he knows you’re unraveling, drawing out every last wave of pleasure before easing back.

matt presses one final, gentle kiss against your thigh before crawling back up to you. his lips are warm when they meet yours, his smile pressed against your mouth. you taste yourself on him, and somehow it only makes the kiss sweeter, more intimate.

he pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his thumb brushing your cheek. his voice is low, rough from sleep and something else, when he whispers:

“happy birthday, baby.”

a/n ; im creamin !

𝜗℘ taglist ; @trevorsgodmother @pr3ttylittleslutt @v4lsturn @wildfluer @delilahsturniolo @courta13 @kisses4chris @chrispycremedonut @chrisspussygang @stvrniolotrxpl3ts @baebadoobee4ever @emely9274 @mvkyis @mattsbug @sturniqloo @mattsleftball @tits4matt @mothstvrnz @joanakaulitz @mialovesyouchris @belle-ee @owenstar @sturnsalcohol @slvt4subchratt @cherryystemm @angeliolo @sturkneeohloww @bbgirlmatt @sunshine-sturniolo @anyaa2s @zenithsturniolo @matts-hersheys-kisses @emilyscoastcreations @lezleeferguson-120 @pair-of-pantaloons @chrissturn2303 @drcamin

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[mvkyis]

I love you more💕💕💕

ˇ ⋆ ╱ under the mat - c. sturniolo

bf!chris x fem!reader

tw; mentions of abusive relationships

a/n; not proofread

wc; 1.2k+

the room was quiet, the only light spilling from the streetlamp outside chris’ window, streaking faint shadows across the walls. his room always had this kind of stillness to it at night, like the world outside went on without him, and for once, he didn’t care. he was sitting on his bed with you curled into his lap, your fingers lazily combing through the curls of his hair while his hands rested at your waist.

the silence between you wasn’t heavy. it wasn’t awkward. it was the kind that meant comfort—that meant you didn’t need to fill it with words. you tilted your head up, and chris’ eyes flickered down to meet yours. there was something there, something lingering and unreadable, before he leaned forward and kissed you.

it started soft. he always kissed you that way, like he was scared you might shatter under his touch. his lips moved slowly against yours, warm and tentative, before you pressed a little closer. the kiss deepened. his hands slipped from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you against him, and you felt him exhale through his nose, like this was where he wanted to be all along.

making out with chris always carried a kind of unspoken fragility. his mouth moved with hunger sometimes, yes, but it was never careless. it was like he was memorising the shape of you, the taste of you, the fact that you were his. and tonight, it was no different—the way his lips parted for you, the way his thumb drew absent-minded circles at your hip as if grounding himself.

but then, suddenly, something shifted.

chris broke away, his lips hovering against yours, breathing heavier than before. his hand slipped from your back, his chest rising and falling with uneven rhythm. at first you thought he just needed air, but then you noticed the way his jaw clenched, how his eyes wouldn’t quite meet yours.

“chris?” you whispered, brushing your fingers over his cheek.

he closed his eyes, swallowing hard. his hand raked through his hair as he leaned back slightly, putting just a sliver of space between you. not rejection—just hesitation. his lips were swollen from your kiss, his cheeks tinged pink, but there was something in his expression that looked…broken.

“i—fuck, i'm sorry,” he muttered, voice low, cracking at the edges.

your heart lurched. “sorry? for what?”

chris shook his head, pressing his palms into his eyes like he could push something back in. but his shoulders trembled, and when he lowered his hands, his lashes were wet.

the realization hit you—he wasn’t just flustered. he was crying.

you cupped his face instantly, panic flickering through you, though your touch stayed soft. “hey, hey—chris, what’s wrong? did i do something?”

he shook his head again, this time quicker, desperate. “no. no, you didn’t. it’s not you. it’s not you, y/n, i swear. i just—” his voice broke, and he let out a shuddering breath. “i don’t know why this is hitting me now.”

you pulled him closer, pressing your forehead against his. “then tell me. please. don’t shut me out.”

for a long moment, he just sat there, breathing raggedly, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt like it was the only thing tethering him. finally, he let out a bitter laugh, one that held no humour.

“i’m so fucking scared of this,” he whispered.

“of what?” you asked gently.

he hesitated, his gaze darting away like the words themselves were dangerous. but when his eyes met yours again, they were brimming with a pain you hadn’t seen before—raw and unfiltered.

“of being loved like this,” chris admitted, his voice barely audible.

your lips parted, a question sitting at the edge of your tongue, but he continued before you could speak.

“i’ve never…” his breath hitched. “i’ve never felt it like this. not…not safe. not good. not real. it’s always been—” he bit down hard on his lip, like he was punishing himself for even bringing it up. tears clung to his lashes, threatening to fall. “it’s always been something i had to survive. not something i got to enjoy.”

the room went unbearably still. you knew chris had dated before, knew pieces of his past, but he never really spoke about it. and now, the weight of what he wasn’t saying was crushing both of you.

you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. “chris…what happened?”

he inhaled sharply, trembling at the simple question. his free hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into his palm. “i was with someone—before. i thought…i thought i loved her. i thought she loved me. but it wasn’t love. it was control. it was…” he shook his head, breath catching as his chest caved in under the words. “she made me feel so small. like nothing i did was enough. like i wasn’t enough. and i—” his voice cracked, and the first tear slipped free. “i stayed anyway. because i thought maybe if i tried harder, she’d stop hurting me. but she never did.”

your throat tightened. you tightened your grip on his hand, grounding him.

chris finally broke then, pressing his face into your shoulder as his body shook. his sobs were muffled against your skin, but you felt the full weight of them—years of pain buried under the mat, finally dragging themselves into the light.

you held him, rubbing slow circles into his back, whispering nothing but, “you’re okay. i’ve got you. i'm here.”

when he finally pulled back, his face was damp, eyes red, lips trembling. but there was something almost relieved in the way he looked at you, like confessing it hadn’t broken him completely—like maybe it had freed him a little.

“you’re the first person who’s ever made me feel safe,” chris said, voice hoarse but certain. “the first person who’s ever touched me and i didn’t feel like i owed them something. the first person who made me feel like—like i was worth more than what i could give.”

your heart ached at his confession. you cupped his face again, forcing him to look at you. “chris, you are worth everything. just as you are. not for what you can give, not for what you can do. just for being you. that’s enough for me. it’s always been enough.”

his lips quivered, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at you like he was trying to memorize every word. then he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to yours again—this time slower, wetter, a kiss threaded with tears and trembling vulnerability.

and you kissed him back with everything you had, pouring love into the cracks someone else had left in him.

a/n; and what if i said i started crying while writing this...

<3 taglist; @trevorsgodmother @pr3ttylittleslutt @v4lsturn @wildfluer @delilahsturniolo @courta13 @kisses4chris @chrispycremedonut @chrisspussygang @stvrniolotrxpl3ts @baebadoobee4ever @emely9274 @mvkyis @mattsbug @sturniqloo @mattsleftball @tits4matt @mothstvrnz @joanakaulitz @mialovesyouchris @belle-ee @owenstar @sturnsalcohol @slvt4subchratt @cherryystemm @angeliolo @sturkneeohloww @bbgirlmatt @sunshine-sturniolo @anyaa2s @zenithsturniolo @matts-hersheys-kisses @emilyscoastcreations @lezleeferguson-120 @pair-of-pantaloons @chrissturn2303

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[mvkyis]

Amazing as alwaysss

ˇ ⋆ ╱ under the mat - c. sturniolo

bf!chris x fem!reader

tw; mentions of abusive relationships

a/n; not proofread

wc; 1.2k+

the room was quiet, the only light spilling from the streetlamp outside chris’ window, streaking faint shadows across the walls. his room always had this kind of stillness to it at night, like the world outside went on without him, and for once, he didn’t care. he was sitting on his bed with you curled into his lap, your fingers lazily combing through the curls of his hair while his hands rested at your waist.

the silence between you wasn’t heavy. it wasn’t awkward. it was the kind that meant comfort—that meant you didn’t need to fill it with words. you tilted your head up, and chris’ eyes flickered down to meet yours. there was something there, something lingering and unreadable, before he leaned forward and kissed you.

it started soft. he always kissed you that way, like he was scared you might shatter under his touch. his lips moved slowly against yours, warm and tentative, before you pressed a little closer. the kiss deepened. his hands slipped from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you against him, and you felt him exhale through his nose, like this was where he wanted to be all along.

making out with chris always carried a kind of unspoken fragility. his mouth moved with hunger sometimes, yes, but it was never careless. it was like he was memorising the shape of you, the taste of you, the fact that you were his. and tonight, it was no different—the way his lips parted for you, the way his thumb drew absent-minded circles at your hip as if grounding himself.

but then, suddenly, something shifted.

chris broke away, his lips hovering against yours, breathing heavier than before. his hand slipped from your back, his chest rising and falling with uneven rhythm. at first you thought he just needed air, but then you noticed the way his jaw clenched, how his eyes wouldn’t quite meet yours.

“chris?” you whispered, brushing your fingers over his cheek.

he closed his eyes, swallowing hard. his hand raked through his hair as he leaned back slightly, putting just a sliver of space between you. not rejection—just hesitation. his lips were swollen from your kiss, his cheeks tinged pink, but there was something in his expression that looked…broken.

“i—fuck, i'm sorry,” he muttered, voice low, cracking at the edges.

your heart lurched. “sorry? for what?”

chris shook his head, pressing his palms into his eyes like he could push something back in. but his shoulders trembled, and when he lowered his hands, his lashes were wet.

the realization hit you—he wasn’t just flustered. he was crying.

you cupped his face instantly, panic flickering through you, though your touch stayed soft. “hey, hey—chris, what’s wrong? did i do something?”

he shook his head again, this time quicker, desperate. “no. no, you didn’t. it’s not you. it’s not you, y/n, i swear. i just—” his voice broke, and he let out a shuddering breath. “i don’t know why this is hitting me now.”

you pulled him closer, pressing your forehead against his. “then tell me. please. don’t shut me out.”

for a long moment, he just sat there, breathing raggedly, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt like it was the only thing tethering him. finally, he let out a bitter laugh, one that held no humour.

“i’m so fucking scared of this,” he whispered.

“of what?” you asked gently.

he hesitated, his gaze darting away like the words themselves were dangerous. but when his eyes met yours again, they were brimming with a pain you hadn’t seen before—raw and unfiltered.

“of being loved like this,” chris admitted, his voice barely audible.

your lips parted, a question sitting at the edge of your tongue, but he continued before you could speak.

“i’ve never…” his breath hitched. “i’ve never felt it like this. not…not safe. not good. not real. it’s always been—” he bit down hard on his lip, like he was punishing himself for even bringing it up. tears clung to his lashes, threatening to fall. “it’s always been something i had to survive. not something i got to enjoy.”

the room went unbearably still. you knew chris had dated before, knew pieces of his past, but he never really spoke about it. and now, the weight of what he wasn’t saying was crushing both of you.

you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. “chris…what happened?”

he inhaled sharply, trembling at the simple question. his free hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into his palm. “i was with someone—before. i thought…i thought i loved her. i thought she loved me. but it wasn’t love. it was control. it was…” he shook his head, breath catching as his chest caved in under the words. “she made me feel so small. like nothing i did was enough. like i wasn’t enough. and i—” his voice cracked, and the first tear slipped free. “i stayed anyway. because i thought maybe if i tried harder, she’d stop hurting me. but she never did.”

your throat tightened. you tightened your grip on his hand, grounding him.

chris finally broke then, pressing his face into your shoulder as his body shook. his sobs were muffled against your skin, but you felt the full weight of them—years of pain buried under the mat, finally dragging themselves into the light.

you held him, rubbing slow circles into his back, whispering nothing but, “you’re okay. i’ve got you. i'm here.”

when he finally pulled back, his face was damp, eyes red, lips trembling. but there was something almost relieved in the way he looked at you, like confessing it hadn’t broken him completely—like maybe it had freed him a little.

“you’re the first person who’s ever made me feel safe,” chris said, voice hoarse but certain. “the first person who’s ever touched me and i didn’t feel like i owed them something. the first person who made me feel like—like i was worth more than what i could give.”

your heart ached at his confession. you cupped his face again, forcing him to look at you. “chris, you are worth everything. just as you are. not for what you can give, not for what you can do. just for being you. that’s enough for me. it’s always been enough.”

his lips quivered, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at you like he was trying to memorize every word. then he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to yours again—this time slower, wetter, a kiss threaded with tears and trembling vulnerability.

and you kissed him back with everything you had, pouring love into the cracks someone else had left in him.

a/n; and what if i said i started crying while writing this...

<3 taglist; @trevorsgodmother @pr3ttylittleslutt @v4lsturn @wildfluer @delilahsturniolo @courta13 @kisses4chris @chrispycremedonut @chrisspussygang @stvrniolotrxpl3ts @baebadoobee4ever @emely9274 @mvkyis @mattsbug @sturniqloo @mattsleftball @tits4matt @mothstvrnz @joanakaulitz @mialovesyouchris @belle-ee @owenstar @sturnsalcohol @slvt4subchratt @cherryystemm @angeliolo @sturkneeohloww @bbgirlmatt @sunshine-sturniolo @anyaa2s @zenithsturniolo @matts-hersheys-kisses @emilyscoastcreations @lezleeferguson-120 @pair-of-pantaloons @chrissturn2303

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[mvkyis]

💕💕💕

hey everyone! Ty for following me on my main blog. You don’t have to follow me on this one but it’s more specific to the Sturniolo fandom and the triplets. Thank you to the ones who already are I love all of you so much! 💗 @viviansturns @humpster35 @chrissleftshoe @immaqulate @aristurniolos24 @bernardsbendystraws @starrii-sturns @y2kstarr @chrxsprettygirl @lyingonchris @katestvrns @sturnblr @sturniolobananas1 @thechratt-twins @queenbreana @sturniszn @belliejellyx @m4tstvrn @princesspinkkk23 @fawnsturns @chrattswettestgirl @silverspringsstare @kenah-sturniolo @lilssturns @chrisspussygang @mattspillowprincess @wh0res4mattx @passionfruitchris @mattstromboli @miasturnz06 @chriss-prettyygirll @chris-slut @sturnsy @angelysturns @sarahsturnn @megameatymatt @luvjaeeee @eyesonmattyb @chrissturnslovergirlx @grace-sturnz @stvrnsslvts @mvkyis @chrepsi @thicknick19 @mattnickchrisfan @stir-knee-oh-lowx @ifwriasredhair @h3arts4isa @missm333

[mvkyis]

This is precious ily girl

𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒔 ✮⋆˙

To all my moots who love and are as obsessed with the Sturniolo triplets as I am.

@viviansturns 𝑽𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒏 @humpster35 𝑲𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 @chrissleftshoe 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒚 @immaqulate 𝑳𝒆𝒙𝒊 @aristurniolos24 𝑨𝒓𝒊 @bernardsbendystraws 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 @starrii-sturns 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒔 @y2kstarr 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 @chrxsprettygirl 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂 @lyingonchris 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚 @katestvrns 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒆 @sturnblr @sturniolobananas1 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒂 @thechratt-twins 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 & 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 @queenbreana 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒂 @sturniszn 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊 @belliejellyx 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 @m4tstvrn 𝑱𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊 @princesspinkkk23 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚 @fawnsturns 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒊 @maze-fiv3 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒆 @chrattswettestgirl @silverspringsstare 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 @kenah-sturniolo 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒉 @lilssturns 𝑰𝒍𝒔𝒂 @chrisspussygang 𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 @mattspillowprincess 𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍 @wh0res4mattx 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂@passionfruitchris 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒂 @mattstromboli 𝑳𝒊𝒗 @miasturnz06 𝑴𝒊𝒂 @chriss-prettyygirll 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒂 @chris-slut 𝑰𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 @sturnsy @angelysturns 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒉 @sarahsturnn 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉 @megameatymatt 𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒂 @luvjaeeee 𝑴𝒚𝒂𝒂 @eyesonmattyb 𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒔 @chrissturnslovergirlx 𝑻𝒊𝒂 @grace-sturnz 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 @stvrnsslvts 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂 @mvkyis 𝑴𝒂𝒌 @chrepsi 𝑺𝒂𝒗 @thicknick19 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒆 @mattnickchrisfan 𝑳𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒂 @stir-knee-oh-lowx @ifwriasredhair 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂 @h3arts4isa 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 @missm333 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂

[mvkyis]

Tyler’s new album is so good omg

[mvkyis]

Real

me when i cant just go straight to the point when writing

[mvkyis]

I need frank ocean to drop new music NOW.

[mvkyis]

I hate seeing drama on here bc I’m always lost and have no clue what anyone is talking about 💔💔

[mvkyis]

Tysm @h3arts4nat I love ur sm ur amazing

@chrepsi @mattsbeauty @slvt4chrissturniolo @cayleeuhithinknott @sturniolo-szn2 @st4rgzer I don’t have a lot of moots I’ve ever interacted with bc I’m scared LMAO. But u guys are all so cool and talented even if we haven’t talked a lot or it might’ve just been me complimenting ur theme😭

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself! ❤️

awwww thank uuuu !!!

tagging ppl here cause I’m lazy:

@the-song-siren @your-fav-russian-assassin

@itzzkaylaaa @annathemcuandstlover

@arcaneavenger @thatone-midgardian

@sunnybeach0716 @under0-0s

[mvkyis]

Thank youuu. Frank ocean is my favvvv

Wait ur theme is so sick

oh my god thank you sm but your theme is amazing (could also be cus im a frank ocean lover but still)

[mvkyis]

LMAOOOO 😭😭

OH THE RED THEME IS SO SICKK

YAY THANK YOUUUU

IT’S FUNNY CAUSE IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE RED AND CHERRIES BUT I ACTUALLY REALLY DONT LIKE CHERRIES…

[mvkyis]

Gotta be up at 6am and it’s almost 1am💔💔

[mvkyis]

im inlove with your theme omg

I LOVE YOU

[mvkyis]

Real

im actually so scared to talk to people on here help

[mvkyis]

I just updated my “who do I write for?”

So if you ever want to request something please check that! I took some things that I’ve written for before off the list!! 💕💕

[mvkyis]

Ofccc ur amazinggg

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬! ౨ৎ

Spencer Reid

- “Couldn’t wait” @reidsdimples

- 187 @007reid

- “Glasses stay on” @golden1u5t

- no title @de4dlyniightshade

- “Safe by your side” @reidmania

- “With the lights off” @darkmatilda

- “Drunk Confessions” @mytherapyisreading14

Matt Sturniolo

- “obsessed” @submattenthusiast

- “Overstimulated” @evie-sturns

- “Enough” @evie-sturns

- “Better than cake” @bernardsbendystraws

- “Bratty Boy” @bernardsbendystraws

- “Cherry Candy” @onmykneesformatt

- “Shy Matt” @sturnioz

- Messages with bf Matt @sturniolosiphone

- “Matt being a perfect mess for you” @bernardsbendystraws

- “Messy baby” - @luvs4matt

Chris Sturniolo

- “Texts with bf Chris” @sturn-saturn

- “Snaps with bf Chris” @b2cute

- “Boyfriend Chris texts” @bernardsbendystraws

- “Fresh Love” @clairomatt

- “New Magic Wand” - @cayleeuhithinknott

- “Bf!chris hc’s” - @sturnshood

- “You’re not stupid, baby” - @sturnschris

- “Pepsi flavored lips” - @chrisissobabygirl

-“Call that pussy NyQuil” - @raestromboli

- “Practice” - @chrattho1

- “Rest and repair” - @chrepsi

Percy Jackson

- “Neck Kisses” @satelitis

George Weasley

- “YOUVE CHOSEN: GEORGE WEASLEY” @moontopuff

- idk what to call this @nottsangel

- “Eight” - @nottsangel

Benoftheweek

- “Apple Cider” @st4rgzer

Harry Potter (multi)

- Harry Potter characters nsfw headcannons @sivyera

Bucky Barnes

- “Just one more” @littlemelaninfics

- “By the warmth of the oven” - @elixirfromthestars

Creds to all these writers, I love these posts sm!!