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OMG I NEVER SEE PPL TALKING ABT DEB SHES SO FUNYYYY

AHHH I LOVE GRANDMA DEBB

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girly morning: i radiate sweet and positive energy, i am confident and pretty, my day is full of flowers and butterflies

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HOT DOCTORS N WET DREAMS matt sturniolo

“relax for me, yeah? just need to take a listen.”

his voice is calm, practiced, but it sinks into you like warmth against the sterile chill of the room. your shirt is already unbuttoned, his fingers brushing the fabric aside so he can press the cold metal of the stethoscope against your chest. icy blue eyes drop to your body, then back to your face, holding your gaze with a steady intensity that makes your breath catch.

“deep breath in,” he says, tone low but steady. his hand rests on your thigh, wedding band cool against your skin, colder still than the vinyl of the exam chair beneath you. “good… now let it out.” a hum of approval follows, quiet but firm as your body is responding exactly how he wants it to.

the room smells faintly sterile—alcohol swabs and disinfectant—but it’s his cologne that lingers strongest, subtle and warm as he leans closer.

he moves behind you, palm guiding your shoulder forward. the stethoscope slides to your back, chilled metal against bare skin, your shirt slipping lower with every movement. “breathe in,” he murmurs. “out.” he follows each inhale with faint praises, small hums that vibrate low in his throat.

you don’t realize when his lips replace the instrument, brushing against the curve of your neck. his other hand comes up to cradle just beneath your shoulder, holding you in place as his mouth leaves a trail of kisses along sensitive skin. his breath is warm against your ear when he whispers, “touch yourself for me.”

hesitation flickers, but it fades under his steady gaze. your hand drifts lower, and his approval is immediate, murmured against your jaw. “jus’ like that, sweetheart. mhm… there y’go.” each word pulls you deeper into the haze, his voice guiding your every move.

his hand smooths down your arm, firm and precise, before sliding over yours. long fingers slip past your own, pressing into you with a confidence that makes your back arch. he knows exactly how to curl them, how to apply the right amount of pressure that makes your head loll back against his shoulder. his precision is devastating, each motion deliberate.

your breathing grows ragged, thighs trembling as the edge creeps closer. his words never stop, low and gentle, urging you through it. “that’s it… i know, honey. i know.” you choke out that you’re about to let go—your voice a desperate whisper—but his reply is soft in your ear, pulling you off balance.

“but y’gotta wake up for me.”

your brows furrow, pleasure twisting with confusion. a whimper slips from your lips as he repeats it, firmer this time. “wake up.”

you blink—suddenly upright in the exam chair. the paper beneath you crackles as you shift. dr. sturniolo crouches at your side, smile tugging faintly at his mouth. “there y’go.”

heat floods your face as you sit up straighter. “i’m sorry, i must’ve fell asleep while wai—”

he stands, crossing the room with ease, rolling his sleeves higher as he pulls on a fresh pair of gloves. a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “imagining your visit with me before it even happened, huh?”

your gaze drops to the floor, sheepish, but you feel his eyes on you—teasing, flirty, impossible to ignore.

“alright now,” he says, returning to your side with a calm steadiness. “y’wanna go ’head n unbutton your shirt for me, honey?”

a/n: might jus make an official au for this… hold up

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teachers assistant!matt controlling camgirl!readers toys

warnings: mentions of sex toys, including fucking machines, e-sex kinda, use of the term cocksucker

maybe if matt had any sort of self control, he wouldn’t have clicked on this stream.

maybe if he had any self control, he wouldn’t be watching anymore.

matt groans to himself as he puts the screen to fill his computer, turning his music up higher so nobody else could even possibly here. his pants are off fast, but his underwear remains on. they grow tighter as he continues watching you, even on mute. he knows that the second he types a chat message you’ll start talking. he wonders what you’ll say to him this time.

a quiet huff leaves his mouth as he finally unmutes the audio, nearly instantly groaning when he hears your voice.

“hi mateo… i saw you join… been a while since you been here…” you mumble, licking your lips as you tap the silicone dick against your cheek. “do you like my new toy? it’s abt 4 inches…” you giggle, pointing the camera towards the dildo in your hand. matt can’t help but notice the metal contraption in the corner of your lens, eyes glued to the sight.

“just got another new toy too” did you just read his mind?

matt huffs as he types his first message of the night, palming himself through his boxers as he does so.

please use it

he felt pathetic. he didn’t care. not right now. not when he was painfully hard and about to cum in his pants without even touching himself more than twice.

“ohh… want me to use it huh? gotta hook it up for that… think i need a little bonus for that. tell you what. 50 and i turn it on… 55 and i’ll even let you pick the size.” a natural born cocksucker saleswoman, matt thinks, panting as he reaches for his wallet.

so much for self control.

matt lets out another groan as the payment goes through, letting out a content sigh when he hears the machine whir to life. it isn’t being used on you yet, but it’s getting close. he had made sure to leave a message with the size he wanted with his payment, smirking when you’re adjusting the toy.

7 inches and girthy. he had seen you use the dildo before, multiple times, once even imagining it was him, but having it on the fucking machine was new. it might’ve been the best money he’d ever spent.

it starts slow when it slips into you. a painful slowness that matt has to endure before you speed up. he can tell it’s going hard based on your facial expressions, but he can also tell you’re enjoying it.

he doesn’t even wait for instructions to pull his cock out from his underwear. his speed matches yours, going slow at first. he wants to speed up, but he decides to wait for you. maybe he should tell you to.

within seconds, there’s a ding on your end of the screen. matt’s 10 dollars had gone through and your machine was speeding up. he groans when he feels spurts of cum coat his hands after temporarily speeding up, throwing his head back as he watches you keep going.

he’s never overstimulated himself quite this way before, but he keeps going too.

maybe if he had some self control, he wouldn’t be in for such a long night.

a/n: this came to me in a fever dream and i purposely left it with this ending for a part 2 possibly

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𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒗 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒗 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓!𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 - 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒖

You were excited when you got a call from the host of a popular show, Passion Paradise, saying that you got accepted to be on the show. Once you arrived in the cars that drove you into the villa you saw a few other contestants. Two boys with brown hair and blue eyes, a blonde boy with green eyes, a Korean boy, and a black boy with loose curly hair. And four other girls, a black haired girl with blue eyes, a girl with red hair and green eyes, a Indian girl with sleek black hair and brown eyes, and a Japanese girl with brown eyes and dyed teal hair. One of the brown haired and blue eyes boys walked up to you. ❝I’m Chris, and you look lovely. ❞ he said with a sly smirk. ❝oh, ocean eyes is a flirt? ❞ you asked. ❝ocean eyes? Already giving me a pet name, sunni? ❞ he chuckles. ❝sunni? ❞ you asked ❝yeah. You give off a sunny vibe. ❞ he said. ❝why do you say that? ❞ you asked. ❝you just seem like that genuinely happy, no-drama kind of girl. Not the type of girl who would be on a show like this. ❞ he explains. ❝hmm. You’re very interesting, ocean eyes. ❞ ❝so are you, sunni. ❞

Taglist 🎀: @littlemissmoo30 @itsmeemmasturniolo @nixizz @lyingonchris

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I’m actually gonna cry I’m dealing with the worst week of my life, extremely low self esteem, and I’m on the verge of ending it all. I need a Matt to comfort me like this

the cruelest whisper | m.s

— matt sturniolo x fem! reader

— warnings: angst, self-image issues, body insecurity, fear of abandonment

in which!.. even though you’re with Matt and learning to love yourself, you can’t shake the doubts... would he still love you if you changed? If you became bigger?

The thought always seemed to creep in when you were happiest.

Matt’s hoodie swallowing you whole, his hand lazily tracing circles on your thigh, his laugh rumbling through his chest as you lay pressed against him on the couch. Those moments were safe, warm— the kind of love you never thought you’d have.

But that was when the voice always came, sharp and cruel: Yeah, I can lose weight. But it’s so hard.

The endless diets, the gym memberships, the promises whispered in the dark — I’ll start Monday, I’ll do better tomorrow. All of them broken more times than you could count. Every failure clung heavier than the last. And the spiral followed: What if this is it? What if I’ll always be like this? What if I’ll never look the way I dreamed of?

You pictured it sometimes—Matt catching the eye of some girl with the body you wished you had. Flat stomach. Effortless beauty. Someone who looked like she belonged next to him. And then what? Would he realize you’d only ever been a placeholder? Would he wake up one morning and decide he didn’t want this anymore — didn’t want you?

The cruelest whisper of all: What if he stops loving you?

It slipped out late one night, lamp humming low. You lay stiff on your side, staring at the wall, while he scrolled through his phone beside you.

“Can I ask you something?” Your voice was so soft you almost hoped he wouldn’t hear.

But his phone was gone in seconds. “Always.” You hesitated, then forced it out: “Would you… still want me if I got bigger?”

The mattress dipped as he sat up, startled. “What?”

Your throat closed, but the words tumbled anyway, messy and desperate.

“I mean… what if I gain weight? What if I never have the body I want? Would you still…” your breath hitched, “…would you still love me?”

The silence was unbearable. You rushed to fill it, panic clawing up your throat.

“B-because I try to diet, to exercise, to fix myself—but it’s so hard. And I end up failing. I give up. And I’m scared that I’ll always be like this. That I’ll never be skinny or satisfied with myself. Or because I gained weight and you lost interest in me or something. And I wouldn’t even blame you, Matt. Because I wouldn’t stay with me either.”

The tears blurred your vision, hot and humiliating. “I don’t want to lose you just because I’ll never look the way I wish I did.”

Matt’s hand was on your cheek before you could hide, tilting your face toward him. His eyes burned, steady and pained.

“Baby,” he whispered, like it hurt him, “do you really think I’m here because of your body?”

You blinked, lips trembling, unable to answer.

He shook his head, thumb brushing a tear away. “I’m here because it’s you. The way you laugh at things you shouldn’t. The way you care so much it shows on your face. The way you make me feel like I can actually breathe.” His jaw tightened. “That’s why I’m here. And I need you to hear me—if you got bigger, smaller, whatever… I’d still be here. Because it’s not about that. It’s about you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The tears came harder, shoulders shaking. “But what if I’m never enough?”

Matt leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours, his voice breaking as much as yours.

“Babe… I meant everything I said earlier. I promise I love you for you, not your body. I’m here for the good and bad, skinny or not. Nothing changes that.”

His lips quirked into the faintest smile, soft but certain. “And besides…” he brushed your jaw with his thumb, eyes glinting, “…I love your rolls.”

A laugh broke out of you through the tears, shaky and fragile.

“See?” he whispered, pulling you into his chest, voice warm against your hair. “That laugh. That’s the part of you I’ll never get tired of. Not a number. Not a version of you you think you need to be. Just… you.”

The next morning, sunlight spilled across the sheets, soft and golden. You woke tangled in the blanket, Matt’s arm heavy across your waist. For a moment, you lay still, listening to his steady breathing.

Carefully, you slipped out from under his arm. Tugged his hoodie tighter around yourself. Walked into the bathroom and caught your reflection in the mirror.

Your chest tightened instantly. This. This is what he’ll leave someday. How could he love this?

“Mm.” Matt’s sleepy groan came from the doorway. You jumped, spinning to find him leaning against the frame, hair mussed, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Bathroom,” you whispered.

“Liar,” he murmured, crossing the room. Before you could turn away, his arms slid around your waist from behind, pulling you against him.

“Don’t hide,” he whispered. His hands laced through yours, tugging until you faced the mirror together. His chin rested on your shoulder, his blue eyes meeting yours in the glass.

“This is what I see,” he murmured. His fingers squeezed your waist. “Not flaws. Not failure. You. The person who makes me laugh. The one who makes me feel like I belong.”

Your lips trembled. “All I see are the parts I hate.”

“Then let me love them until you don’t,” Matt whispered, voice breaking.

He guided you back to bed, laying you gently into the sheets. One by one, he pressed slow, reverent kisses to every place you’d ever flinched from.

Your arms. “Strong enough to hold me.”

Your stomach. “My favorite place to rest my head.”

Your thighs. “Beautiful. Every curve.”

By the time he reached your jaw, your tears were flowing again, but softer now.

Matt brushed your cheek with his thumb, kissed your temple, and whispered against your skin: “I’ll keep proving it. Every day. Until you believe me.”

Later, the smell of butter and syrup filled the kitchen. Matt stood at the stove, glaring at a lopsided pancake, curls sticking up.

“Don’t laugh,” he muttered. “This one’s gonna be perfect.”

You smirked. “That’s what you said about the last two.”

He shot you a look but grabbed your wrist the second you walked past, tugging you into his chest. His lips pressed against your temple, then trailed lower — your jaw, your shoulder, the soft side of your stomach beneath the hoodie.

“You keep thinking I don’t mean it,” he murmured. “So I’ll keep proving it. Here. Every place you hate, I’ll love it twice as hard.”

Your throat ached, but your laugh broke through anyway, shaky and real.

He grinned, eyes glinting. “And besides, babe…” he kissed your side again, smiling into your skin, “…your rolls are still my favorite part.”

immaqulate's notes ✎ᝰ.ᐟ.. made a part 2 of you attract what you are, again based off my own feeling and thoughts. this is for anyone who relates, know that everything will get better and that you are more than enough

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you attract what you are | m.s

— matt sturniolo x fem! reader

— warnings: angst, self-consciousness, lack of self love and body image

in which!.. your feelings and almost-relationship with matt starts to pick up and become more real.. and your brain tells you things you don't want to hear

It was getting too real.

Not the fun, butterflies kind of real— the terrifying kind. The kind where the next kiss might mean something more than just another kiss, where his hand on your thigh felt like the beginning of a promise you weren’t sure you could live up to.

That’s when the words started showing up, uninvited, like a cruel chorus in the back of your head: You attract what you are.

They echoed every time Matt’s blue eyes lingered on you, every time his hand brushed yours in that casual, thoughtless way that made your heart stumble. And if Matthew Bernard Sturniolo— steady, warm, effortlessly confident— was drawn to you… then what did that make you?

Your stomach tightened. You knew what you saw when you looked in the mirror. The curve of your stomach when you sat down. The stretch marks on your hips. The way your arms looked in photos. You noticed it all before anyone else could.

And then came the second voice, harsher, louder: You can’t be in a relationship if you can’t love yourself.

So you did the only thing that made sense. You pulled away.

You answered his texts slower. You laughed a little less. You avoided his gaze when he tried to hold it too long. You gave yourself excuses— busy, distracted, tired— until even you barely believed them.

It almost worked, Until he cornered you outside your apartment one night.

Matt leaned against the railing, arms crossed, eyes narrowed but not angry. Searching.

“You’re not here,” he said quietly. “Even when you are, you’re… somewhere else.”

Your grip tightened on the strap of your bag. “I’m just busy.”

“Busy,” he echoed, pushing off the rail, “or hiding?”

Your chest stuttered. “Matt—”

“You like me,” he said, matter-of-fact. Not cocky, not smug— just certain. “I know you do. But you keep acting like you don’t.”

The words cracked something open in your chest. Your throat burned as you forced yourself to meet his gaze.

“I do like you,” you whispered. “You’re right. But I can’t be with you if I don’t even love me. I can’t do that to you.” The words fell sharper than you meant, trembling. “You deserve someone who does.”

Silence stretched. You braced for it— the retreat, the step back, the careless shrug. For him to agree. For him to finally see what you already knew: that you weren’t enough.

But Matt didn’t move. “You don’t get to decide what I deserve.” His voice was low, scraped raw.

Your head snapped up, startled.

He stepped closer, his eyes locked on yours, steady in a way that made your chest ache. “You think I see what you see. But I don’t. I see you. The way you bite your lip when you’re about to laugh. The way you light up when you talk about something you love. The way you care so much you forget to breathe sometimes. And yeah—” his jaw clenched, “I think you’re beautiful. Every damn time I look at you.”

Tears stung hot in your eyes. “You can’t mean that.”

“I do.” His voice cracked. “You think I don’t notice you pulling back? You think I don’t see you tearing yourself apart in your head? I do. And it kills me. Because all I want is for you to see even a fraction of what I see when I look at you.”

Your lips trembled. “And what if I never do?”

Matt didn’t flinch. “Then I’ll keep reminding you. Every day. Until you believe it.”

The words shattered you. Your whole body fought between running again and collapsing into him. But when he lifted a hand, tentative, and cupped your face like you were something worth holding, you broke. You stepped forward, forehead pressing to his chest, and let the tears fall.

And for the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel like disappearing.

Later that night, you were tucked in bed, drowning in his hoodie. The sleeves swallowed your hands, and the fabric smelled like his cologne— clean, warm, a little sharp. He sat propped up against the headboard beside you, scrolling half-heartedly on his phone, but you could feel the way his attention kept flicking back to you. Like he was afraid if he looked away too long, you’d slip through his fingers.

“Matt?” you whispered into the quiet.

He hummed, setting his phone aside immediately.

You chewed your lip. “I’m scared.”

His hand found yours under the blanket, weaving his fingers through. “Me too,” he admitted softly. “But I’d rather be scared with you than without you.”

Your chest caved, warmth and ache colliding. You squeezed his hand, whispering into the dark: “I want to try. Even if I don’t know how yet.”

He turned, pressing the gentlest kiss to your temple. “That’s all I need.”

And for the first time, the voices in your head went quiet.

immaqulate's notes ✎ᝰ.ᐟ.. wrote about of my own thoughts and feelings i have about myself and turned it to something pretty, despite not feeling it irl

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INTRODUCING…

HIBISCUS!READER

popular. cheer. beach. katy perry. summer. sweet. tanning. parties. rihanna. makeup.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

HIBISCUS!READER… has a massive sweet tooth, ice cream is her favourite

HIBISCUS!READER… enjoys thrift shopping! she gets so many clothes and tote bags from thrift stores and when she clears out her wardrobe, she donates her stuff to her local thrift stores!

HIBISCUS!READER… practically lives at the beach! whether she’s swimming, tanning, building sandcastles, talking with friends or reading her newest summer romance book, she loves it!

BEST PAIRED WITH… NERD!MATT

FIND THEM BOTH… HERE

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♫︎ 𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉.. 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ♫︎

★ ☢︎︎ ★ 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜. 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚕𝚢. 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗. 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌. 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌. 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌. 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑. 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜.

𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒈!

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚.. @uzmacchiato

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ☏︎.. @nialler-lover @babysweetheartmelia @wesj11 @bernardsbendystraws @mattsgirl23 @silverspringsstare @ilovesturniolozz @aaliyah-sturns @eyesonmattyb

𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ꨄ︎

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ℐ𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮...

☀︎︎ 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ☀︎︎

♫︎ 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉.. 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒚! 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 ♫︎

☆ ✞︎ ☆ 𝐸𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝐴𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠. 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛. 𝑁𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠. 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑆𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎. 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝐷𝑒𝑙 𝑅𝑒𝑦. 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦. 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡. 𝐶𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦. 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙. 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠. 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐. 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠. 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠. 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠. 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒. 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙. 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘. 𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠. 𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠. 𝑁𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝒉𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑠.

𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒈!

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚.. @uzmacchiato

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ☏︎.. @nialler-lover @babysweetheartmelia @wesj11 @bernardsbendystraws @mattsgirl23 @silverspringsstare @ilovesturniolozz @aaliyah-sturns @eyesonmattyb-recs

𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ꨄ︎

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𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒚! 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

✞︎ 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐... always has her nails done. No matter what. Like clockwork, every four weeks, she gets a fresh manicure. Does she pay for it? Never. That's her fathers job. 

☢︎︎ 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒚! 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐... Always has bruised knuckles. Whether it's from fighting, punching walls or just injuring himself on his skateboard, his knuckles are never healed. It's a miracle they're not broken. 

✞︎ 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐... loves to bake. If she's got free time, she's in the kitchen. Cookies, cup-cakes, cinnamon rolls.. whatever it is, she's made it. And always saves one for Chris, even if he's mean sometimes. 

☢︎︎ 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒚! 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐... remembers everything about sweetheart. He brought up her love for coffee once, and she noticed. "How did you know that?" "You mentioned it once." "And you remembered?" He brushed it off like it was nothing.

✞︎ 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐... Always looks for Chris. No matter what room she's in, or where she is, her eyes are always searching for his. Sometimes she doesn't even realise it.

☢︎︎ 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒚! 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐... deals sometimes. It's not something he does all the time, nor does he ever let sweetheart know about it. It's just something on the side he does to help with money.

✞︎ 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐... Is nothing without the colour pink. It's in every one of her outfits, plastered over her bedroom and definitely sewn into her heart.

☢︎︎ 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒚! 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐... Sneaks through sweethearts bedroom window when her dad is asleep. He thinks he's slick with it, but in reality, he's lucky he hasn't been caught yet. He's far from Spiderman.

𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒖, 𝒚𝒂𝒚!! 𝑰𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘.. 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏??

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... ℒ𝒊𝒍𝒚, 𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ☏︎.. @nialler-lover @babysweetheartmelia @wesj11 @bernardsbendystraws @mattsgirl23 @silverspringsstare @ilovesturniolozz @eyesonmattyb @aaliyah-sturns @sturniolobananas1 @kenah-sturniolo

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`Sex on the beach` ~Matt Sturniolo pt 2

summary: you and matt have been dating for 5 years. youve been friend with the triplets since middle school. on a trip in hawaii you fulfil matt's life long dream.

warning: smut, p in v, fingering, filth, semi public sex, etc. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

I couldn’t stop myself from staring—his side profile against the glow of the beach was breathtaking. Gosh, he’s beautiful, I thought.

Without turning, Matt smirked. Matt: “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

But the pink dusting his cheeks betrayed him.

My eyes widened. “Ohhh, Matty… are you blushing?” I teased.

Matt: “Shut up,” he muttered, but the redness deepened.

I grinned. “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

His smirk returned, but his voice dropped low. Matt: “Cute? Let me show you how ‘cute’ I am.”

Before I could react, he cupped my face and crashed his lips against mine. The kiss was nothing like the soft ones we’d shared on the plane—it was rougher, hungrier, laced with both love and a spark of lust. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me firmly against him as the waves brushed at our feet.

I melted into him, my fingers curling into his shirt, every nerve in my body alive. The world seemed to vanish until there was only Matt—the taste of his lips, the warmth of his touch, and the pounding rhythm of my heart in sync with his. he right hand slowly travelled down and into my thongs rubbing my clit. my whipers getting swallowed my his lips. suddenly pullled away looking at me he eyes darkened. he mantained eye contact as he slowly moved towards my heat leaving kisses here and there. Matt: "Can i?" he questioned gesturing to my thongs. nodding i stared into his eyes as he took them off. then a smirk made its way to his face, he attached his mouth to my clit shoving 2 fingers in my slick cunt. "fu-fuck ma-matt~" the words had barely left me mouth with they got replaced by my moans. the look in his eyes the cold of his hands against my heat it was all to much. i tried to muffle my moans my clapping my hand over my mouth. Matt: "let me hear you baby" matt mumbled pulling away for only a second. "someone will hear" my voice barely above a whisper. "why do you think i got the private beach baby" he smirked adding another finger. "FUCK- matt i- can't-" "shhh yes you can come on baby" my hands gripped on anything i could find which happened to be matt's hair. my moans got louder as he thrusts and licks got stronger-harder.

Matt: “yeah you like that you dirty little slut" i nodded ignoring the fact that he couldn't see me. his fingers suddenly hit my g-spot continusely raming against it. he teeth found my clit, he bit down gently. ''fuck matt m gonna cum-" he continue his assult on my cunt. bitting sucking and thrust. the knot in my stomoch grew tighter and tighter about to snap, just as i was about to cum, matt pulled away completely, taking away all and any stimulation. ''matt'' i whined out. "i want you to come on my dick my pretty little whore" he snickered at my whines. positioning himself between my legs. slowly he pushed in giving me time to adjust. after a few seconds i squeezed my walls on his cock indicating i was ready for him to move. he pulled almost completely, before thrusting back in, bottoming out. Matt: "fuck you're so tight yn "

He kept his thrusts settelled into a rythm. his 11 inch cock barging into my g-spot. we both couldnt keep our moans at bay. panting whipering against each other. sounds of skin slapping against could be heard arounnd the whole beach. the rough sand dug into my skin. but the pleasure was too overpowering. matts hands took off my bikni top roughing grabbing my boobs twisting and sucking my nipples leaving hickkies everywhere. his thrusts got harder, faster, and roughe. my eyes rolled to the back of my head. my mind going blank, the only thing i was aware of was how his cock was ramming into my slick pussy. "fuck matt m cl-close" Matt: "hold it baby" he grunted speeding up more. i tried my best holding it in but the knot in my abdomen got tighter and tighter. "please- fuc- please let- m- cu-cumm" i could feel matts thrust getting sloppy, he was close too i started meeting his thrusts. "FUCK" he moaned out. grabbing my hips. "cum for me baby" finally i felt my orgasm approching and i released on his cock, jim cumming in my pussy not even a second later with a grunt of my name. his seed coated my walls completely spilling out mixed with my cum. Matt: "fuck baby you did so good. made my fucking dream come true. " he whispered as pulled out. "you okay?" i nodded too tired to speak. "come on lets get you dressed and cleaned up" _______________________________________________________________________ andddd done! let me know if you guys want a another part with fluff and their adventures. and also this is not proof-read so pls ignore any mistakes. i will edit this soon and fix them. anywayyyss byeeeee love ya guys byee ~isabell

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⌞keep your eyes on me boy ⋆˙⟡ christopher sturniolo⌝⸝⸝

now playing: keep your eyes on me boy - nessa barrett ⋆˚꩜｡

warnings: light choking/throat holding, /semi public sex, slight exhibitionism, fingering, p in v, praise kink, emotional intimacy, possessiveness, please let me know if i miss anything!

word count: 1.4k

aftercare deluxe writing marathon

you step out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to your skin, hair damp and dripping softly onto your bare shoulders. the towel slips loose in your hands, and for a second you hesitate, but then you catch chris’s eyes on you.

he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, that casual, easy posture he always has when he’s pretending not to notice everything. but his gaze is sharp, focused, like he’s memorizing every inch of you.

“come here.” his voice is low, just above a whisper, but there’s no mistaking the command.

your feet barely make a sound crossing the hardwood floor as you walk to him, your pulse pounding louder than your footsteps. he doesn’t move, only shifts his weight back slightly to give you space between his knees.

his hand snakes out before you even reach him, fingers curling around your wrist. the warmth of his skin sends a jolt up your arm.

“drop it.”

you let the towel fall without another word. the cool air kisses your bare skin, but it’s his eyes that make you burn.

“keep your eyes on me.”

you meet his gaze, swallowing hard. “yes.”

“say it.”

your voice is barely audible, but you say it again, “yes.”

the faintest smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “good girl.”

one hand slides down your arm, tracing every line as if he’s mapping you out, stopping on your hip, thumb stroking the skin just above the curve.

“turn around.”

you do as he says, and feel his eyes rake down your back, memorizing. his fingers trace your spine, stopping to press gently at the dip of your lower back, a silent claim.

“i could keep you here all night.” his voice drops low, husky with something darker. “just like this, with nothing but my eyes on you.”

you tremble, and he catches it, tightening his hand on your hip.

“but i want more,” he breathes against your ear, warm and teasing.

he guides you forward to the balcony doors and pushes them open, the cool night air rushing around you. the city lights below twinkle faintly, but you don’t see anything but him. his body pressed to yours, his hand firm on your hip.

“hold the railing,” he commands.

your hands meet the cold metal, fingers gripping tightly. his belt buckle clicks open, denim sliding down, and you feel the press of his hardening cock against your ass.

without warning, his hand slips between your legs, fingers warm and slick as they find you already wet.

“already?” his voice is teasing but edged with something possessive. “you like knowing someone could see you like this.”

you bite your lip, swallowing the breath you want to moan out, and then his other hand curls lightly around your throat, tilting your head just enough that you’re aware of his control everywhere.

“eyes forward.” the warning is sharp. “don’t make me tell you twice.”

you focus on the city below, on the cold biting your skin, but mostly on the sensation of him, his fingers curling inside you, slow and deliberate, and the cock pressing against you, waiting.

he pulls his fingers out, slick coating them, then pushes the tip of his dick inside you, inch by inch. 

you gasp, knees threatening to buckle, but his hand at your throat keeps you upright, steady.

“quiet.” his voice is low, rough. “unless you want them to hear.”

he starts moving, slow at first, each thrust measured, deep, a torturous tease that has you trembling against the railing. the cold metal bites into your palms, but you dare not let go.

“good girl.” his praise sends a shiver straight through you. “you like when i watch.”

his free hand slips back down between your legs, thumb brushing your clit in slow circles. the combination is too much, your knees wobbling as you dig your fingers into the railing to stay standing.

“you’re mine.” his voice is sharper now, possessive. “no one else gets this.”

your breath hitches, heart pounding.

“say it.”

“i’m yours,” you manage, voice breaking on the words.

he doesn’t relent, if anything, he fucks into you harder, hips snapping forward with more urgency. your body clenches around him, the world narrowing to the pressure, the heat, the sound of your own breath catching in your throat.

“cum for me.” his thumb circles faster, and the command pulls you over the edge.

you cry out quietly, unable to stop the moan that slips past your lips. he groans, burying himself deeper as he follows you over the edge.

for a moment, the city noise hums beneath you both, the cool air mixing with your heat.

then chris’s hand drops from your throat, tilting your chin so you have to meet his eyes again.

“eyes on me.” his voice softens, but the command stays.

you do.

but he’s not done.

his hand leaves your hip, trailing slowly down your thigh, fingers dipping between your legs once more, light and teasing like he’s trying to torture you further.

“you’re so sensitive,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “i can feel you trembling.”

his thumb returns to your clit, but now the circles are faster, more demanding, sending a fresh wave of electricity through your body. your legs tremble uncontrollably, knees threatening to buckle again.

“hold on,” he warns, voice thick with hunger.

his hips don’t stop their relentless pace, thrusting deep, harder now, the friction between you mounting unbearably.

“look at me.” his fingers tighten just a little, pressing into your flesh.

you blink through the haze, eyes wide, your entire body ignited, every touch magnified beyond reason.

he leans down, teeth grazing your neck, marking you softly while his fingers become a maddening, almost frantic rhythm against your clit.

“you’re so close,” he rasps. “tell me you want it.”

“please,” you gasp, voice trembling with need. “please, chris.”

“good,” he growls, voice low and rough. “i want to hear you scream for me.”

he pulls you flush against him, his cock filling you completely as he increases his speed, each thrust sending you higher, closer to the edge you didn’t know you could reach again so soon.

his fingers never stop, flicking and rubbing with precision, pushing you beyond the limits of control.

your breath comes in ragged gasps, heart pounding like a drum inside your chest, every inch of your skin electric fire.

“cum for me again,” he commands, voice thick with possessive need.

you shudder violently, falling apart in his arms, crying out his name as wave after wave crashes through you.

he holds you steady, his lips brushing your temple, whispering soft praise and possessive claims as your body trembles.

the city lights flicker below, but the only thing that matters is the overwhelming heat of him, inside you, watching you, owning every inch.

his breath ghosts over your skin, hot and ragged, as his hand slides from your thigh back up to your waist, fingers gripping tight enough to anchor you but gentle enough to make your skin glow.

“look at me,” he repeats, voice softer now, almost worshipful.

you obey, eyes meeting his, and in them you see something that melts the edge of the raw hunger. a fierce, tender devotion that roots you to this moment.

“you’re everything,” he murmurs, thumb stroking slow circles on your hip bone, “my favorite sight, my favorite touch, my favorite sound.”

you shiver, overwhelmed by the heat of his words as much as by his hands and body pressed against you. his movements slow, deliberate now, almost reverent, like he’s savoring every second.

“stay with me,” he whispers, voice cracking slightly with emotion, “don’t ever look away.”

you lean into him, breath mingling, heart pounding in sync, the city fading into a quiet hum beneath your tangled bodies.

his lips find yours, soft and claiming, lips parting to deepen the kiss until the world feels suspended in the heat between you.

“always,” you promise, voice trembling but fierce.

he pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes again, that smirk returning. half tease, half devotion.

“good girl,” he repeats, but it’s no longer just a command. it’s a vow.

and tonight, beneath the stars and city lights, you know you’ll keep your eyes on him forever.

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aurora's notes: i wrote this in like march LOL

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