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can you write a blurb where you and chris (or matt) have a nonverbal hand signal like squeezing three times — that started because of your anxiety? and one of you use it during sex as a way to check in without words. aaa so sweet

you were always hesitant with sex. not because you didn’t want it. you just found yourself getting to worked up building up to undress yourself that you couldn’t have sex. until matt.

matt quickly realized your body tensing up when his hands moved to your hips, when his lips touched your neck, or when his knee found your core and gently pressed against it.

so of course, he asked about it but you got too nervous in the moment to tell him what was stopping you from going the full distance. so he came up with the idea of nonverbal signals.

squeeze his hands three times to slow down, tap his shoulder three times to stop completely.

matt was currently between your thighs, giving you the sweetest kisses against your folds, his tongue parting your folds and gently licking across them from time to time. his hands were resting against your hips, fingers tracing circles against your skin.

you didn’t have an exact reason why, but your anxiety had gotten worse today from other days. no specific reason, just many different things overwhelming you which was causing you to get even more anxious with matt between your legs.

matt keeps his eyes on you, looking through his eyelashes, observing your every movement. your stomach sucking in for a quick second, your throat bopping with your hard swallows, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths.

he pat your hip gently, moving his lips towards your thighs to give you a break with his lips on you, not wanting to break contact from your skin but wanting your eyes on him. your eyes flicker down to his immediately and you could see the concern filling his blue orbs.

you let out a soft breath, embarrassment filling your body as you couldn’t get the words out to tell him what was wrong. your hand finds his with ease, gently interlacing fingers and squeezing his hand three times, a silent “slow down” and a silent “i love you.”

he nods gently, his lips curling up ever so slightly before his lips move up to your hips, finding your stomach and pressing gently, slow kisses on your skin, right next to your belly button.

he keeps his hand interlocked with yours, his grip gentle but tight enough to let you know that he would stop at any time you needed. his other hand moves to your side, his pointer gently tracing words onto your skin, “i love you.” before kissing up your body, his lips barely brushing against your skin.

his lips find yours and he kisses you as gently as possible, like you were a doll about to break. like you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“it’s okay baby.. i’ve got you.”

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caught

bsf!matt x bsf!reader

warnings : smuttttt + getting caught

another saturday, another sleepover. it had become a usual ritual for you and matt. there was just no one who you would rather spend your weekend with.

and right now you were curled up into his side in the quiet living room watching coraline for the hundredth time. matt always complained about it, but we both know he doesn’t actually mind at all. his hands run through your hair and you feel deep breaths coming from his chest.

you looked up at matt with a friendly smile when you felt him kiss your head but instead you were met with a dangerous look from matt. one that always ended up in you screaming his name and begging for more.

no time was wasted as matt pulled you up onto his lap and hungrily dived into your mouth. his tongue already intertwining with yours as he got right into it; typical matthew. never patient enough. a hungry moan left his mouth as you pulled back with a giggle, “someones hungry huh?” you say humorously but matt doesn’t respond and just pulls you back in. a shocked squeal left your mouth but you didn’t fight it, you never would.

his hands travel all across your body, gripping at anything he could, in hoped of hearing your sweet moans. “take this off f’me sweetheart,” matt stated while gripping at your oversized sleep shirt. it slipped off with the help of you and matt. his eyes glazed over your bare body, “no bra huh? slut.” he teased as he went right into sucking all over your chest. moans and whines left your mouth as if you’ve never been touched by anyone in your life before.

you helplessly grinded your self against his bulge as it grew underneath you. matt could feel your pussy soaking through your sleep shorts and onto his pyjama bottoms and it only encouraged him even more. “m-matt need you,” you begged him as he pulled away from your now swollen tits. “mm yeah? you need me pretty girl?” he repeated with a smirk while reaching down to cup your pussy. “aww look at her… she’s drippin’ baby. you want me to fill her up?” he asked with a grin as he looked at you desperately nodding.

“c’mon lift ya hips up for me.” he tapped your hips as you quickly followed his instructions with no hesitation. he slipped his pyjama bottoms and boxers off, “ya gonna take those shorts off for me too sweet girl?” he asked you innocently as you quickly took your shorts off and didn’t waste any time before sinking down onto his entire length. matt grinned as he watched your eyes roll back just from how he always filled you up perfectly. “c’mon sweetheart ya gotta move for me— ya killin’ me over here.” you started to bounce up and down on his cock but slowed down after about thirty seconds, as always. you could never last being on top and matt knew that. he just liked to watch you get all whiney for a couple seconds.

he sighed, “c’mon hon get on your back.” you didn’t argue as you crawled off his lap and up against the armrest off the couch. matt didn’t waste any time and got right back into it as he aligned himself with your dripping entrance. he slowly pushed himself in and gave you a minute to adjust as you let out a couple whines.

hard, rough and fast strokes is all matt knew— he drilled into you as if he’d never felt pussy before. loud moans left your mouth— with you not even trying to be discreet. matt knew that his brothers were in the house but at this moment? he couldn’t give less of a shit. all he cared about was filling up your tight little hole. “fucckkkk sweetheart— ya always so good for me baby.” he praised you as you started clenching around him, “maa—matt! ‘m close! so close!” you exclaimed as he thrusted into you even harder. “yeah pretty girl? you close? hold it for me. don’t you dare cum yet.” he warned you as whines of protest fell out of your mouth.

matt groaned out praises as his own high was slowly approaching before you heard a door slam from downstairs and both of you immediately paused. heavy and angry steps were heard coming up the stairs which led right into the living room— where you were both inside of eachother. you scrambled to hide yourself underneath a blanket as matt quickly pulled out of you and tried to find his pyjama pants.

“yo matt are you bein’ fuckin’ serious?” chris said angrily as he stared at the state of you and matt, “i get that you wanna fuck our bestfriend— but holy shit i don’t wanna have to hear everything!” matt just blinked at him as if he didn’t know what he was talking about.

“and y/n i swear to fuck— i have never heard a fuckin’ louder woman in my life, and there is no way that matt is that good. so please just shut the fuck up or go fuck him in the car!” he snapped as if this wasn’t the first time… which it definitely wasn’t. “we weren’t even that loud.” matt groans in his defence. “my whole room is literally shaking from how hard you two are going at it! literal fuckin’ rabbits man!” chris complained and grumbled all the way back down to his room.

you and matt just shared a look of disbelief with eachother before you spoke up quietly, “atleast he didn’t walk in on the time with the handcuffs.”

this is literally my first time writing smut so i hope that it’s not terrible😓😓

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the first impression

two weeks ago today you had met nick at one of tara yummy's parties. you weren't famous per say— just about 20k followers on instagram, but you still were definitely in the whole 'influencer' circle? i guess you could call it that.

and now you were ubering over to nick's house for the very first time. sure you were nervous but you've gotten like— hella close hella fast with nick. it's just one of those kind of friendships that you click with eachother; so going to his house shouldn't be that bad.

the uber comes to a stop. you thank the driver and get out and let out a sigh. "okay c'mon malibu you can do this." you try to convince yourself as you knock on nick’s front door.

a familiar face answers, nick. "hey mal! you made it!" he says excitedly as he pulls you in for a welcoming hug. "hey, yeah i'm glad you invited me over." you muffle into his shoulder.

"c'mon in, by the way my brothers are home so don't mind them." nick warns you as you follow him up the stairs. "you have brothers? and you live with them? i though you—" your mouth shuts in confusion as you stare at the almost carbon copies of nick just sitting on their gray couch.

one of them nods at you and goes back to scrolling on his phone, while the other doesn't take his eyes off you. "hey hon." he says nonchalantly as if he's known you for years. "uhhh hey..?" you say trying to not sound confused. "oh uh yeah i'm a triplet— that's matt and that's chris right there. and chris for the love of GOD stop perving on all my friends!" nick exclaims at chris. chris is still wearing that boyish grin on his face though. the type you only could dream about seeing. like literally some model type shit.

a pair of black baggy jeans, a simple white tee and a black backwards hat. oh yeaaahhhh your friends brother was hot. nick could already read your thoughts as he seen the flushed look on your face. "mal trust me you do not want chris— like at all. he'll literally break your little innocent heart." "hey! i'm not innoce—" you tried to argue against him but once again you got interrupted. "mal is it?" chris asked curiously. you gulped and looked at him, "uhhh no it's malibu." you say anxiously as if he would eat you alive.

"pretty name for a pretty girl." chris says with a wink but nick quickly cuts him off— god this cutting off thing need to stop. "christopher owen sturniolo i swear to god! leave my friends alone— they're off limits!" he groans annoyed again as he drags you up the stairs to his room.

you stumbled as nick dragged you away but all you could think about was how goddamn fine his brothers were— like you knew that nick was hot but he was gay so it was in a more friendly way that you seen him. but now that you've seen his straight brothers. hollyyyy they are FINE.

and like even the other one who didn't say a single word to you was fine as fuck too, those genes really hit hard huh? not that you were complaining anyways cus having that sight everytime you go to your friends house would be an absolute blessing.

and goddamn that grin too— you would be lying if you said your panties weren't a little soaked. was that dramatic? yes. but were you also a virgin who got absolutely no guys attention, like ever? yes! so seeing such a hot guy grin at you like that got you a little excited, you can't help it!

nick opened the door to his room and you stepped in, it was pretty clean honestly— not what you would expect for a twenty one year old mans room to look like at all. you couldn't help but wonder how nicks brothers’ rooms looked like too— and how you would look on their bed underneath them— okay okay enough! no more thinking!

“uhh so this is my room— it’s a little messy but i’m sure you don’t mind.” nick plopped down onto his bed as he looked at you expectantly waiting for you to get on too. “nah i don’t mind— my room’s a complete dump too,” you replied and got onto his bed too.

“so uh— what’s the deal with your brother?” you asked trying to sound like you didn’t care at all. “what? matt? ugh don’t mind him he’s just shy around new peopl—,” you cut him off quickly. “no—no— not that one, the other one— chris or whatever.” “oh chris? uhh he’s just flirty i guess, always has been. just ignore him honestly, he’s only lookin to get into ya pants.” nick warns you with a laugh but it only made you more flustered.

a fine ass guy like that wanted to get into your pants?! like yes please!

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chrisesslut masterlist ── .✦

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stories———

chris sturniolo.

it’s always been you.

matt sturniolo.

nothing here yet…

oneshots———

chris sturniolo.

nothing her yet…

matt sturniolo.

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it’s always been you.

in which — malibu andreeva meets chris sturniolo through nick sturniolo and they end up having… something with eachother.

starring ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

christopher sturniolo. matthew sturniolo. nicolas sturniolo.

malibu andreeva ˙⋆✮ 19

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this story will contain smut, heavy topics, and heavy language. if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read, thank you.

part 1

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hey!! im lowk like hella bored of c.ai and i’ve all motivation for it so i’ve decided to start like a fanfic story thing. like an actual sorta book with different parts and all that so i hope you all enjoy it and it probably won’t be that good as this is my first time ever writing💞

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me when i remember i was alive and breathing the last time chris jerked off

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https://www.tumblr.com/chrisesslut/782372464814702592/can-you-do-a-bot-of-chris-based-on-the-movie-the

not the same anon but quick summary because i would die for this bot.

so in the notebook noah is a poor broke boy and allie is a new girl in town who is ballin rich, and noah is desperate begging for her and when she finally agrees to go out with him they fall completely in love. noah and allie talk about building a dream house together. allies parents of course don’t approve her being with a poor man so they send her away and she gets engaged to a new man. when she’s about to get married she sees in the newspaper noah built the house and like passes out. then she goes to visit noah and they are “friends” until they start arguing and allie asks noah why he didn’t write her and noah said he sent 365 letters. they sleep together and fall back in love. turns out allies mom took the letters and hid them and she broke it off with lon and went back to noah.

i don’t know when you would split up the story and leave it to us, but i suggest during the separation? so like leaving it off with chris being devastated because user was shipped away or whatever. maybe adding your own spice to it as well if you want?

i hope this helps and you are able to make the bot.😭🙏🏽

i will try my very hardest but i cant say that itll be exactly like the movie🤞🤞

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MR. STEAL YOUR GIRL... CHRIS STURNIOLO.

You're so tired.

Mascara running and smudged, wiping roughly at your face to attempt to look like you're fine for whenever gets back from the kitchen getting you guys snacks.

But it doesn't work. As soon as Chris enters the room, he picks up that something is wrong. "What's wrong?" You sniffle, shaking your head. "It's- It's nothing, Chris.."

"Nah, c'mon ma. Tell me." He says, taking back his spot back next to you on his bed. Placing all of the snacks down. You bite your lip, feeling yourself grow hot at the petname. "I... my boyfriend.."

He scoffs, "Him?"

"Chris."

He rolls his eyes, "I'm sorry!— I mean, he's just always doing something... fuckin' loser."

You fiddle with your fingers, hesitant to tell him about what he did now. "He.. he kissed a girl—" Chris is immediately flipping out as soon as he hears this, "B-but it was a dare! At a party!

"I could care less that it was a dare— you don't deserve this, and you know it." He says sternly, stroking your thigh, "You're a sweet, beautiful girl, yeah? He's blind if he can't see that."

It's now how close you guys really are... you can feel his breath on your lips. But you don't wanna move.

"You're perfect... n' funny, n' gorgeous... I can't let you keep being treated like this." He murmurs, getting ever so closer. "Chris..." You whisper, the tension in the room is sticky on your skin.

"Tell me you don't want this, tell me you want this, and we can pretend this never happened, angel."

But you don't want to pretend it never happened. You want all of the sweet words from him that you never get from your shitty boyfriend.

You don't realize you're kissing Chris until he's licking into your mouth, pulling you into his lap.

"So sweet, mama.." He mumbles, slipping his hands under your shirt. "Leave that loser, okay? M' all you need."

a/n: YOU ARE UNDER SPELLSSSS PEOPLE.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @domizmez @drewswife @strnilolover @t0riiiis @courta13 @badgallrora @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @cherryswifeyy @sweeethrt @moond0llie @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns @iloveduckssm @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnsflirt

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➤ y/n losing her train of thought

you and chris sat on your bed facing each other, crossed-legged. The look on his face made it look like he was enchanted by your rambling and words. He never broke eye contact while you spoke about your day.

"I saw these really cute decorations for the apartment, they were spring themed!" Your boyfriend shifted closer to you leaning into your face. "There was this little cute yellow watering can with flowers blossoming from it, I wish I bought it now." Chris hummed at your words to make you know he was still listening, when actually he wasn't.

All he could do was admire your pretty face, how you had a small dimple everytime you smiled, and how your eyes would squint ever-so softly when you were in a deep thought. Chris leaned in, impossibly closer, inching his lips closer to your neck. "And there was this sweet old lady who was talking to me about the decorations and what our apartment theme was." You smiled at the nice memory.

Chris shifted slightly and laid pecks along your neck, creating lines creeping up to your jaw. His hands place gently on your waist, grounding you. "And,-and then-" Your words stuttered and faltered. It was crazy how chris could distract you just like that. His lips moved down from your neck to your shoulder. Showing love to every single part. Chris' veiny hands rubbed up and down your sides, making your head spin. God this man made you nuts.

"Chriss! I can't remember what I was gonna say!" You whined against him.

All he could say back was, "God I love it when you ramble."

taglist - @whore4chris @courta13

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i am literally drooling over the way chris said “fuck yeah tell em matt” 🫦🤤

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can you do a bot of chris based on the movie the notebook? like him be noah plsss?

i am so sorry but i have literally never watched the notebook and i have no idea what it’s about. i have such a terrible attention span and i cannot watch movies for the life of me😓😓

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between us | c. sturniolo

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summary: you and chris go meet matt's newborn baby

pairing: christopher sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: none just fluff<33

notes: i really need to be studying but i just haaad to write this first

word count: 1k

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The hospital room is still. A steady rhythm beeps quietly from one of the machines, interrupted only by the hushed conversations between Matt and his girlfriend. The morning sunrise filters gently through the curtains. It outlines the couple sitting on the bed with golden rays, completely wrapping them in their new little world.  

Exhaustion is heavy in Matt’s features, but it’s soothed by something peaceful and soft. His girlfriend leans against him, her eyes half-lidded with a tired but content smile on her lips. And in his arms, held with the utmost care, is a tiny bundle wrapped snugly in a blanket, barely stirring except for the occasional sleepy wiggle. 

Chris hasn’t taken his eyes off the baby since you walked in.

He’s been up all night, eagerly waiting since Matt texted at the early hours of 2am that ‘we’re in labour!!!!!’ to get the okay to come visit. But now that you’re actually here, he’s gone completely still beside you. Hands fidgeting at his sides, his earlier excitement is now replaced by quiet admiration.

Matt glances up, sending his brother a knowing grin. “You wanna hold her?”

The question pulls Chris from his thoughts and he hesitates, his gaze flickering to you for some sort of reassurance. You place a hand on the small of his back and nod, offering an encouraging smile. “Yeah, baby, go hold her.”

He looks back at his brother and lets out a shaky exhale before stepping forward. He carefully stretches out his arms, his usual confidence softened by a new uncertainty as Matt gently transfers her into his hold. For a second, Chris stands completely frozen, holding his breath. He’s afraid to move too fast or do something wrong.

But then as the baby lets out the softest little sigh and nestles further into his chest, his heart becomes hers.

“She’s so small,” Chris whispers. His voice is barely audible as he glances at his brother, and with a smile, Matt gives him a reassuring nod. Chris shifts naturally, adjusting his hold, his fingers tracing light, absentminded circles over the baby’s back. You can see the way his throat bobs and his lips part as if he wants to say something else, but no words come out. His eyes glaze over just slightly, and when he lets out a breathy laugh, your chest tightens.

You’ve never seen him like this before.

He's always been loving—caring in ways that go unnoticed, selfless and gentle towards everyone around him. But the pure adoration in his eyes as he stares at his niece is entirely different. It’s deeper and more profound and it stirs a warm feeling in your chest. You don’t think you’ve ever loved him more than in this moment.

Matt slings an arm around Chris’s shoulders, pulling him in as they watch the baby together. For a moment, neither of them speaks, just taking in the surreal moment.

Chris shakes his head. “I can’t believe you’re a dad.” His voice is full of disbelief, still trying to process his brother’s new title.

Matt chuckles, his gaze never leaving his daughter. “I know, dude, it’s insane.”

Just then, like she knows they’re talking about her, the baby stirs in her swaddle, her tiny fingers twitching as she shifts against the blanket. She cranes her neck ever so slightly before letting out a slow, sleepy yawn, her little mouth opening wide, her nose scrunching just a bit. The sight is almost too precious, and their reaction is immediate. An identical “aww” slips from their lips in perfect unison.

Chris leans in slightly, studying her sweet features. “You literally do that too with your nose when you yawn.” He smiles at the realization.

“Isn’t it so cute?” Matt replies genuinely, his voice laced with pride and awe at his baby’s simple existence.

But Chris doesn’t hesitate. “Only when she does it.”

Matt scoffs, shaking his head with a smile. He doesn’t argue, but giggles softly instead. Chris is already grinning as well when his own laughter bubbles up. And just like that, the’ve fallen into the fit of giggles that’s been second nature to them since they were also babies.

You watch them closely, and suddenly, your own eyes fill with tears. Their triplet bond has always been something you’ve deeply admired. And now, with this tiny new life between them, you can see it’s only growing impossibly stronger.

“___, do you wanna hold her?” Matt’s girlfriend asks, her voice gentle, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

All eyes shift to you, and when Chris’s gaze meets yours, a soft smile spreads across his face. His eyes flicker with understanding as he notices the tears welling up in yours. You let out a quiet laugh, feeling a little embarrassed by the surge of your emotions, and quickly wipe at your eyes. You nod with a smile, and he gently places the baby into your hold.

The moment her weight settles into your arms, cradled gently between you and Chris, it feels as though you two have also slipped into your own little world.

Without a word, he steps behind you and gently rests his chin on your shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist. His body presses against yours, warm and solid, the closeness both grounding and instinctive, like he needs to be close—to share this moment with you.

You glance up at him, expecting to find him still focused on the baby. But his eyes are on you instead, so full of quiet devotion, full of love, and it pulls the air straight from your lungs.

In the softest voice, just loud enough for you to hear, he whispers, “I can’t wait ‘til we have our own.”

Your heart stutters, unsure if you heard him right. You turn toward him, searching his face, but he’s already looking at you like he means it with every fiber of his being. The words urge a new wave of tears to fill your eyes, and for a second, you forget to breathe.

A slow smile tugs at your lips. You glance back down at the baby in your arms, swaying slightly like it’s second nature. “Me neither.”

Chris tightens his hold around your waist, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. And although in this moment you don’t know exactly what the future holds, it’s clear and without doubt that when the time comes, Chris is going to be the best dad.

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a/n: thank you always for reading<3 ily guys<3 so much<3

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