sturnschris

[sturnschris]

＃┆biceps 〟 dilf chris sturniolo

chris always noticed the way you looked at him when he mowed the lawn shirtless, or stretched his arms up to reach the top shelf in the garage. but today, you weren’t just looking. you were touching — fingers dancing along the thick line of muscle on his arm like you’re memorizing it.

“you ever get told how sexy your arms are?” you asked mindlessly, leaning against the kitchen island, voice lazy with flirtation.

chris stepped closer. “only by women who know how to use their mouths.”

you blinked slowly, lips parting like you were about to say something clever, but chris didn’t give you the chance. one tug to your hips and your body was pressed tight against the counter, breath hitching as his palm smoothed over your lower back, trailing under your shirt.

you didn’t wear a bra. chris took his time enjoying that fact, dragging his fingers across your bare skin until you arched slightly, silently begging for more.

“you really like my arms, huh?” he murmured against your ear, one hand curling around your throat just enough to make you shive, “let’s see how much.”

he turned you around and bent you over the counter, pulling your shorts down just enough to get what he needed. no teasing. at least not with the way you were already squirming.

when chris slid into you, it was slow at first — his shaft thick pulsing — just to hear the way your breath hitched and your dainty fingers clawed helplessly at the counter. you pushed back into him with a soft gasp, your hips rolling instinctively, oh so greedy for more.

he chuckled darkly behind you. “that needy for me already?” his voice was rough, the sound scraping low in his throat. “thought you liked my arms, baby.”

chris brought one forearm up beside your head, flexing slightly as he braced his weight there, the other hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks. “go ahead,” he said, leaning down until his lips brushed your shoulder, “bite.”

and you did just that. mouth parting, teeth sinking into the thick muscle of his bicep just as he thrust into you harder, rougher. the sound you made was wild, muffled by his skin, and your whole body trembling from the inside out.

he groaned at the pressure of your bite — at the way you held onto him like you’d fall apart if you let go. “that’s it,” he growled. “hold on tight. y’gonna feel me for days.”

a/n. and if you try to tell me those pics don’t give dilf you’re a fuckin lie 😒

for @sturnioz js cs i missed her sm ☹️

[sturnschris]

⌗ BIG DICK ⸝⸝ matt sturniolo

something had gotten matt riled up, a few days without sex or anything of the sort leading to his dick hard as ever — straining against his boxers as you tediously undressed in front of him. you could already see the large bulge, feel just how hard and thick he was as your hand passed over.

and god did it feel like that, and more, when he gently sunk into you — stretching your tight cunt a little more than usual, a snug fit that had you sucking him in just to be stuffed full. “f-fuck… you’re so big.” he barely hears your sharp whine, but the second it registers, it sends his blood pumping south, a small stir in his stomach and a twitch in his dick.

as he thrusts forward, picking up the pace, everything urges him to say something. the way you grip his arms for support, face scrunched up in pleasure and almost a little pain — the way he can see your lower stomach bulge every time he pushes deeper into you. it drives him crazy. “you like my big cock?”

you moan at the sheer vulgarity of his words, said with so much confidence you felt like putty under his touch. “y-yes, mhm.” he can’t believe the words have just left his mouth, but your reaction only spurs him on — encompassing him into the fantasy as his hand comes down to press on the bulge, causing your eyes to roll back.

“fuck — you love this big dick fuckin’ you, hm? so deep you can’t even think.” you nod, taking in every inch of his thick length, feeling the way he bottomed out every time his hips snapped forward, sending you into seeing stars over and over — unknowingly feeding into a size kink that he didn’t even know he had, wanting to hear more and more about how much you loved his big dick.

©.STURNSRECORD

notes ⸝⸝ a little crumb during my break

[sturnschris]

fuckkkk i love big dick matt/chris mm

"take it." . . . bigdick!matt.

Matt growls loudly, grabbing your legs and pushing them back, spreading you wider. The new angle hits that special spot inside you with each thrust, making you scream.

"Take that fuckin' dick." He groans, watching your perfect face contort in pleasure, your mouth open in a perfect O.

"So— big—!" You cry out, his eyes flash with something primal at your words. He's always been big, and hearing you struggle to take him only makes him harder. He reaches down, wrapping his arm around your throat as he continues to pound into you. "Too big for this tiny little pussy?"

You try to shake your head, tears streaming down your face. "Nooo— can take it—"

He squeezes your throat gently, cutting off your air slightly. "That's my fuckin' girl." He thrusts harder, deeper, his balls slapping against you with each movement. "Mhhhf—" You pant heavily, chest rising and falling as your brain turns to mush from the lack of air.

He loves seeing you like this, helpless and full of his big dick. He unwraps his arm suddenly, letting you gasp for air. "You gonna keep saying you can take it?"

You mewl weakly, hands trembling on the sheets. "I— I can—" Before you can even finish your sentence, he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders. The new position opens you up even more, allowing him to hit your spot with every single thrust.

He starts fucking you so hard the headboard hits the wall repeatedly. "Keep talkin' shit."

"O-oh— god!" Your words are cut off by a loud scream as he nails that spot inside you again. He continues his brutal pace, his hips snapping forward as he buries himself deep inside you. You can feel every thick inch of him stretching you wide open.

"That's it, scream for me."

"Ohohohfuck—!"

The sound of your high-pitched screams fills the room, mixing with the wet sounds of him slamming into your cunt over and over again. His fingers dig into your legs hard enough to bruise as he holds you in place, using you like his personal fuck toy. "Fuck, you're so tight."

"Matt—"

Hearing his name on your lips sends him over the edge. He pounds into you even harder, his breathing ragged and loud. His cock swells inside you as he starts to come, filling you with his hot cum. "Take it." He growls out, pressing deep inside you.

He stays buried inside you for a moment before pulling out slowly. His cum starts dripping out of stretched hole immediately. He watches as more of his load leaks out, mixed with your own juices. "Good girl." He praises you softly, running a hand down your leg.

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[sturnschris]

I just saw this on tiktok and almost shed a tear. I don’t ever want to hear any of you bitches claiming they’re ungrateful and don’t care about fans ever again when they are out here framing fan art in their fucking house

[sturnschris]

freaking cutie

he’s so real tho

[sturnschris]

i want to be his donut so he can fill all my holes 😅

[sturnschris]

this is all i have to say

[sturnschris]

happy Prideeee

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[sturnschris]

SAY PLEASE 说请

WARNINGS: SMUT. LIGHT DEGRADATION. PRAISE KINK. BEGGING. POWER PLAY. FINGERING. ORAL (F). FACE SITTING. OVERSTIMULATION. CREAMPIE. MDNI.

you knew better than to expect chris to make things easy.

he never did. not when it came to this—when it came to you. especially not when he had you spread out like this, back against the cool sheets of his bed, knees parted, and that lazy smirk crawling across his face as he knelt between your thighs. eyes dark with intent, head tilted just enough to be condescending, like he already knew what you were going to ask for before the words even dared to leave your mouth.

"what's that face for?" he murmured, thumbing over the waistband of your panties. "y'wan' somethin'?"

you were already flushed, breath catching with the tension of it all—his stare, his fingers, the way he'd been trailing his mouth along your inner thigh for minutes, teasing. he hadn't touched you where you needed it. not once. not even close.

"y'know what i want," you breathed.

chris smiled, slow and cruel and hot. "nah. i don't think i do."

he ducked his head again, kissed a spot too high on your thigh, just near the crease of your hip, letting his teeth scrape gently. his hands were firm on your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft parts, keeping you open, keeping you exposed.

you whined—soft, needy—and chris chuckled, nose brushing along the edge of your underwear.

"what was that?" he asked, voice dripping smug. "that a sound or a word, pretty girl? 'cause if y'wan' me to do somethin'..." his eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and amused. "you're gonna have t'say please."

you swallowed, head falling back against the pillows. he'd said that before, half-joking, usually after you teased him first. but this time—this time he meant it. really meant it. he wasn't going to give in. not unless you begged.

and you knew he could wait. he could wait forever.

"chris," you breathed, hips shifting slightly, trying to press closer to him, but he didn't let you. his hands kept you still.

"that's not please," he said, sing-song. "i could do this all night, y'know. jus' sit here. maybe watch you squirm a lil' more."

he leaned down, pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy over the fabric, warm breath making you twitch. but that was it. nothing more. no pressure. no tongue. just the idea of him.

"fuck, you're mean," you muttered, voice tight.

"mhm." he grinned, kissing you again, lower this time. "but y'like it. 'cause if y'really didn't, you'd tell me to stop.”

you didn't. you couldn't. because your head was spinning with how badly you needed him, how wet you already were just from the way he was looking at you—how he could ruin you without even trying.

his fingers toyed with the hem of your panties, tugging them gently, dragging them down achingly slow. he didn't even look away while he did it, gaze locked on your face, watching every reaction. every twitch, every inhale, every flicker of anticipation.

he dropped them onto the floor and groaned, real quiet. "fuck. look at that."

his thumb traced along your inner lips, feather-light, just enough to make your thighs tense. he didn't push in, didn't go where you wanted him. he was everywhere but there.

"chris, please—"

he paused.

but only for a second.

"mm, nope. not good enough."

his tone was almost playful. like he was testing you. like he wanted to see how far you'd go.

"y'gotta mean it, baby," he said softly, dragging his fingers up and spreading you a little wider. "say it like y'really fuckin' need me."

you wanted to curse at him. you wanted to slap that smug look off his face. but more than that, you wanted his mouth. his fingers. anything he'd give you.

so you gave in, just a little.

"please," you whispered, arching your hips. "please touch me, chris."

his eyes flicked down, then up again, expression shifting—darker now. hungrier.

"that's more like it."

and then, finally, finally, he leaned in.

his tongue slid between your folds, slow and heavy, licking all the way up before circling your clit with the barest touch. your back arched, a sharp breath tearing from your throat, and chris moaned softly, like he was the one getting touched.

"shit—baby, fuuckk," he breathed against you, mouth already wet and slick with you. "y'taste so fuckin' good."

he licked again, deeper this time, tongue slipping down to your entrance, teasing it, dipping in and then pulling back just to suck your clit into his mouth hard and fast, tongue flicking until your legs trembled around his head.

"keep 'em open," he warned, one hand wrapping around your thigh to hold it in place when you started to close around him. "told you, ya' not gettin' anything unless you beg for it."

"chris," you gasped, hips jerking up. "please, don't stop—please, i need more."

he groaned against your pussy, tongue fucking into you again, slower this time, but deep. the hand on your thigh moved, his middle finger circling your entrance, slick already from his mouth.

"y'that desperate for it?" he muttered, fingers teasing the edge but not pressing in yet. "need me to stretch you out, huh?"

you nodded, breathless, grabbing the sheets beside you.

"use your words."

"yes. yes, please. chris, fuck, i need your fingers—please."

he smiled against your cunt and finally gave you what you wanted.

one finger slid in first, slow and purposeful, curling up until it hit just the right spot. you cried out, clenching around him, and he moaned again, watching the way you reacted like it was his favorite show.

"tight as fuck," he muttered, pushing in a second finger. "goddamn."

you couldn't even think straight. his fingers moved expertly, scissoring just enough to make you twitch, knuckles brushing your walls with each drag. and his mouth—fuck, his mouth never stopped. tongue on your clit, sucking, licking, pressing down until your stomach clenched.

"y'close already?" he teased. "jus' from my fingers?"

you nodded again, whining, hips grinding down onto his hand.

"mm-mm," he said, pulling his mouth back slightly. "y'wanna cum, y'gotta beg again."

you almost sobbed. your body was already right there—your thighs shaking, your hands clawing at the sheets—but he was cruel. relentless.

"please," you whispered, almost crying. "please let me cum. chris, please, i'll do anything."

his eyes rolled back, breath catching.

"shit. that's what i like to hear."

he leaned in and sucked your clit hard, fingers speeding up, and that was it.

you came like a wave crashing over everything, loud and hot and pulsing around his fingers. he didn't stop. not even as you shook, not even when you whimpered his name like a prayer, overstimulated and shaking. he just kept going, licking you through it like he couldn't get enough, like he was starving for it.

"good girl," he murmured, finally pulling his mouth away. "so fuckin' pretty when y'fall apart."

you were still gasping, still twitching slightly, and before you could recover, he sat up and grabbed your hips.

"c'mere."

you blinked, dazed, barely registering as he tugged you up until you were straddling his face.

"chris—"

"sit," he growled, hands gripping your ass, forcing you to lower onto him. "m'not done with you yet."

your knees shook, thighs already sore, but you obeyed, slowly sinking down until your cunt was against his mouth again.

he groaned like it was heaven.

he started eating you out like he hadn't just made you cum thirty seconds ago. messy. loud. tongue fucking into you while his nose bumped your clit with every movement.

you tried to lift yourself, overwhelmed, but his grip on your thighs was firm.

"uh-uh," he said, mouth full. "stay. sit on my face like the good fuckin' girl you are."

you moaned, fingers tangling in his hair as he dragged another orgasm out of you, rough and fast. you couldn't even process the pleasure—just shaking, crying out, grinding down against his tongue because you couldn't stop yourself.

when he finally pulled back, lips slick, chin wet, he looked ruined. in the best way.

"mhm. look at you," he panted, staring up at you like he was addicted. "drippin' all over me. fuck."

you barely had the strength to move, but chris wasn't done yet.

he flipped you back onto the bed and kissed you hard—hot, possessive, tongue sliding into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

"need t'fuck you," he said into your mouth, hands already unzipping his jeans. "gonna stretch you out so good, baby."

"please," you whimpered, already aching. "need it. need you."

he growled, guiding himself to your entrance and pushing in slow.

"fuck—so wet. all from beggin' f'me, huh?"

you gasped, arching into him, legs wrapping around his waist.

he started fucking you hard—deep, sharp thrusts that made your eyes roll back. his hand slid under your thigh, lifting it higher to get deeper, and you cried out, clutching at his arms.

"chris—fuck—so good—"

"yeah?" he gritted, fucking you harder. "say it again."

"so good," you sobbed. "feels so good, chris—please, don't stop."

he didn't. he just pounded into you, pushing you right to the edge again, murmuring filth into your ear.

"look at you. all dumb for my dick. think ya' earned it now, beggin' so pretty f'me?"

you nodded, body breaking open under him.

"cum f'me," he said, voice ragged. "wan' feel you squeeze me again."

you shattered around him, loud and raw and messy. and chris followed with a deep groan, burying himself inside you as he came, holding you close like he never wanted to let go.

and when it was done—when you were both breathless and wrecked—he kissed your shoulder, smug smile creeping back onto his lips.

"see?" he whispered, brushing his nose against your neck. "all y'had to do was say please."

author's note. love love love this.

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[sturnschris]

I LUH UU

I love your theme so much omg😍😍 can i make a header similar to urs ? WITH CREDITS OFCC 🩷

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH😭😭 ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN MAKE A HEADER!! NO NEED FOR CREDS ILYYYU

[sturnschris]

❤️❤️

ur so funny i love you 😭💋

I LOVE YOU MORE OMG 😭✨✨

[sturnschris]

okay so i feel famous WHATTT @bernardsbendystraws 😛😛😛😛😛

[sturnschris]

I saw someone say that Matt with a beard gives off the same vibe as Ben from descendants with a beard

CUZ IT ISSSSS

[sturnschris]

He’s so……..AHHHHH IM IN LOVE

[sturnschris]

they can choke me (or finger me)

[sturnschris]

FUCKKKKKK

˖⋆࿐໋ ୨୧ CAUGHT . ꒰ 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 ꒱

SUMMARY ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ in which, reader is getting herself off in dilf!chris’ room, but he watches her through his cameras. PART 2 OF “TEXTS” !!! can also be read as a stand alone

WARNINGS :: fingering (f!receiving), petnames (baby), masturbation (fem), voyeurism?, etc

italic = chris | bold = bunny

idea given to me by @strnilolover !! bunny!reader originally by @muwapsturniolo

your mind raced as you sat on that couch. talia was gone already so now you had nothing to distract you from your dirty thoughts.

every possible thing he could do to you, you were thinking about. you felt the warm sensation in your tummy, you felt how wet you were without even needing to touch, it was all just so much that you couldn’t take any longer.

you practically jumped up from your seat, running up the steps to chris’ room. you took everything off before laying down, positioning yourself just how he does before he fingers the absolute life out of you.

you bring your fingers down to your clit, starting with slow circles. the teasing pace drives you crazy, but you didn’t want to go faster, you wanted to do it just like he did.

those teasingly slow movements of your fingers speed up a tiny bit. you feel as you somehow got wetter, which gave you the go ahead. you moved your fingers from your clit, down to your aching hole.

you slowly slip one finger in, starting slow with that too, but not nearly as slow as before. the pleasure slowly creeps up on you as you quicken the speed that your fingers fuck you at.

INCOMING CALL FROM : talias dad! (chris)

shit. you still your fingers, whining from the loss of attention and pleasure. you reach over to the night stand, grabbing your phone and answering the call, immediately putting it on speaker before laying the phone next to you on the mattress.

“hey bunny”

god his voice, his texts got you all worked up, but you always forget how deep his voice actually is.

“hey, what’s up?”

your voice was the slightest bit off, and you noticed, but you prayed he didn’t.

“wanted to see if tai is gone yet, i know mom said she was gonna be there at 7:00 so i wanted to check”

the way he spoke had you clenching around your fingers, the raspiness of his voice just got to you so badly, it was so hot.

“y- yeah, she’s been gone for probably half an hour now?”

you stuttered as you slowly start to move your fingers again, resuming at the same pace you were at before.

“kay.. good. you okay? you sound a little off bun?”

you bite your lip fighting off a moan as a strong wave of pleasure creeped up on you.

“yeah.. um, yeah. m’fine sir”

you could practically hear him nod through the phone. the clicking of his pen became so apparent to you as you sped up your fingers, allowing them to go faster and deeper.

“alright.. still bein’ a good girl?”

oh fuck. you reached up to play with your nipple, the extra pleasure made your eyes roll back. the stimulation to your sensitive bud, plus your fingers hitting the perfect spot while your palm rubbed against your clit, it was heaven. it also didn’t help that he was calling you a good girl. the name that always got to you.

“bun? y’gonna answer me?”

you hadn’t even realized you didn’t answer.

“yeah- yes, m’ bein’ a good girl s- still”

“yeah?”

your breathe hitched, your back arching as you changed the angle of your fingers, going even faster, hoping chris couldn’t hear the slight squelching sound.

“mhm”

you barely trusted yourself to make any noise, too scared to moan.

“yeah.. i can tell. fingerin’ yourself just like i do to you, and your in my bed.. such a good girl bunny”

you froze, but then you realized, the cameras. you were so desperate and needy that you completely forgot about them.

“i didn’t say stop? go on, i like watchin’ you. and don’t hold back. i wanna hear you.

you speed up your fingers, the squelching louder now. you pinched your nipples as you moaned and whined, no longer trying to hide it.

your fingers repeatedly brushed against one of your sweet spots, you didn’t think of could get better, it already felt so good, but you were wrong.

you curled your fingers, and oh baby.

“oh bunny, you’re so close, huh?”

all you could do was moan, no words could come out no matter how hard you tried. your babbles were incoherent as you desperately played with yourself.

the knot tightened even more with each second that passed. you whined out a warning that was barely understandable, but chris knew. he could tell by your face, the pitch of your moans, the way you rut your hips against your hand, it was all of your signals.

“come on bunny, you can cum for me baby”

that’s all you needed before the pleasure crashed down on you, pure bliss running through your body as the knot unraveled.

you rode out your high while chris talked you through it, telling you how good of a job you did, telling you how pretty you look when you cum.

“t.. thank you s- sir”

chris chuckled from the other side of the line.

“you’re welcome bun.. you’re welcome”

© luvs4matt

[sturnschris]

- fratboy!chris x dove

part 1.