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happy birthday bea🥳

sweetest ever, thank u ilysm 🖤

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mwah

stop ilysm baby !!

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it's my birthday today and it still makes me laugh that the triplets and i's birthdays are so close.

fuckass leo gang we are lol.

anw here's a face reveal, might delete it in a few but yea.

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last video at the age of 21 btw

you can hear me crying from the asylum of nostalgia with matt

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when tate mcrae said we can Uh-Uh in it while you drive it real far

driver chris, i prayed for times like this

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Azriel, Are you Okay?

Azriel x f!reader

Genre: fated mates, rom-com, crack humor, eventual angst, eventual smut

Summary: Azriel never expected to finally meet his mate and to be… this.

A walking disaster with a talent for tripping over air, an uncanny ability to charm even the grumpiest Illyrian, and a knack for throwing herself headfirst into situations that require his immediate intervention.

She is warmth where he is shadow, laughter where he is silence. And worst of all? She makes him smile without trying.

A slow-burn, fated-mates romance filled with witty banter, embarrassing public incidents, and the undeniable pull of a bond neither of them can fight forever.

For fans of enemies-to-lovers, reluctant soulmates, and the most exasperated Shadowsinger in Prythian.

Part 1: The Meet Cute

Part 2: Fate is a Menace

Part 3: The Art of Avoidance (and the Shadowsinger Who Outplayed It)

Part 4: This Isn't How I Die… Right?

Part 5: Azriel, Please—There Are Easier Ways to Say You Like Me

Part 6: The Mother Strikes Again

Part 7: The Shadowsinger and The Lost Princess

Part 8: Everything I Am, Everything I Will Be

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. . . SMOKING WITH BSF!CHRIS ೃ࿐

ⓘ . . . SMUT.ᐟ, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!!), sub!chris, riding, praise kink, smoking weed, getting high, idk what else.

a/n: so random, so slutty, so stupid. but i wrote it anyway!

english is not my first language!

: ̗̀➛ enjoy sluts,

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smoke traveled up the room, collected itself into a big fog to then disappear out of the window. laughs were shared, some shorter and giggly but most of them loud and real. your body felt like it was on fire, the good kind. you felt good.

chris was sitting opposite of you, his legs wide while he leaned against the pillow, that was situated against your bed frame. you were on a pillow as well, legs crossed and body leaning towards chris. in the middle of you guys was a ashtray.

“no fucking way,” you bit your lips as chris nodded, confirming. in between his fingers balanced a joint. “did you actually say that?” you asked with full disbelief, not believing him for a second. he nodded again with glossy, red eyes, taking another hit before passing the joint to you with a sheepish smile. you took it greedy and put it in between your soft lips.

“i know i fucked up didn’t i?” chris’s voice was low as he raised his eyebrows, a knowing expression on his face. you took a hit, sucked in the smoke and let it travel down your lungs before blowing it out.

“you did.” you said with a laugh and he let out a chuckle. you took a few more hits and passed the, almost gone, joint to chris. you were both high as fuck. eyes being red and hanging low, body language a bit to forward and a mouth that wouldn’t stop running. after a beat of silence and you watching chris blow out the smoke, he spoke up.

“truth or dare?”

you raised your eyebrow amused. “what are you, ten?”

“nah, jus’ bored.” a smile twitched at the end of his lips as he looked at you with a challenging expression. after a short moment, you tapping your chin as if you were thinking, you nodded your head. “okay. truth.”

“pussy,” you heard him mumble and you immediately hit his arm playfully. he laughed and let out a hum, thinking about what to ask you. “have you ever..” his smile widened. “regretted a hook up?” you laughed and took the joint from his hand, taking a hit before nodding. “yeah,” you answered instantly, looking at your best friend with a disgusted face.

“the guy was ugly and couldn’t even kiss right.” you vaguely recall, making chris throw his head back, laughing loudly. “okay okay, my turn.” you said excitedly, clapping in your hands. “truth.” he said simply and you laughed.

“pussy.” you repeated his words, making him pout playfully.

“kink?” the word was simple and straightforward, it made him raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“okay freak,” he said playfully, taking a hit and throwing his head back, blowing out the smoke straight up into the air. you laughed as you took in chris’s face. his eyebrows were slightly pinched in amusement but thought. his mouth was formed in a “o” shape as he was blowing out the smoke. he cleared his throat, causing you to blink a few times.

“this is gonna sound freaky as hell,” he began slowly. your whole body leaned into him, you were interested in what he had to say. “i like being praised.” he said it fast, not looking you in the eye as if he felt embarrassed. you couldn’t help the curious smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

“praised?” you questioned after a best of silence, eyebrows raised in amusement. he slowly looked up, a little smile on his face and he nodded. “like praised as in..”

he interrupted you instantly. “let’s not ask further questions.” you laughed at his behaviour, the slightest blush painted his cheeks red, making him look adorable. “‘kay,” you simply said, but the teasing smirk still didn’t leave your lips, making chris shift nervously. “truth or dare?” he murmured softly, voice a lot softer than before, as if all the cockiness was sucked out of it.

“hmm, dare.” a smile was plastered all over your face, the joint touching your lips suggestively.

he shakily let out a breath and he looked at you with something, something more. “show me a smoke trick.” the question was not what you expected at all, you expected something unfiltered, not so innocent. you smiled at him as he looked at you, chest heaving up and down fast.

“okay.” you said with the same teasing smirk, bringing the joint to your lips and taking a long drag, leaving a cloud of smoke in your mouth. he looked at you, waiting patiently what you were about to show him.

your smirk widened. your left hand came up a grabbing his jaw forcefully, but not too hard. you felt his breath hitch. your mouth, filled with smoke, leaned into chris’s, and you slightly grazed his lip before blowing the smoke in his mouth. he froze. you leaned back after a moment. “blow it out.” you said softly. and he did. the smoke, that just seconds ago, was in your mouth, slipped now past chris’s lips. his eyes were on you as the smoke hit your face softly. after he let out all the smoke, you slowly nodded, lips twitched in a smirk and eyes on him.

“good boy.”

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you don’t know how it exactly happened, but within a few minutes, clothes were laying around, scattered across the floor. you were on chris’s lap, kissing him passionately as you stabelized yourself by holding onto his shoulders. he let out a satisfied hum as you deepened the kiss, slipping your wet tongue in his mouth and tangling it with chris’s.

you grinded against his lap, hips rolling in circles, pressing your pussy, covered by your panties, against him. “fuck-“ chris let out a curse, gripping his hands in your thighs. his jaw was clenched. you smirked down at him, rolling your hips a little faster, basically dryhumping him.

“y’like that?” you asked, voice covered with desire. he nodded eagerly. “fuck yeah i- oh!” he let out a whimper as you pressed down harder on him, the friction sending him pleasure through his whole body. “i-i need you,” chris’s pleas was desperate and it made you chuckle lowly. you hummed, before leaning your head towards his ear, a filthy whisper leaving your lips shortly after.

“then have me.”

chris didn’t know how fast he needed to pull his boxers down. the material had a wet patch in the front, making it clear how hard chris must’ve been. your panties came off not long after. chris’s eyes were locked on yours, a desperate expression on his face.

his hands were gripping your hips, leaving bruises with how strong his grip was. he pulled you down on his lap, a hiss leaving his mouth as your bare pussy grazed his tip. you tutted in a disappointed tone, pulling yourself back up again. “come on chris,” you said in the sweetest, but yet, dirtiest voice. “ask nicely.”

a whine slipped past chris’s lips and his hands moved from your hips to your waist. “please,” his voice was breathless. “please i need you to fuck me.” the words left you clenching around nothing, as chris’s eyebrows knitted together in a pleas. a smirk appeared on your face. “c’mon chris, you can do better.”

he sighed shakingly at your teasing words. “fuck please- please ride me, please make me feel good, please ma i-“ he rambled on, words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.

a satisfied expression took over your face. you finally had him right where you wanted. “such a needy boy,” you spoke softly while slowly sinking down on him. chris let out a moan, a real, desperate moan, as you pussy swallowed him.

“fuck.” he breathed out, eyes down, looking at how you took him in. “eyes on me.” you said as soon as you noticed him looking at the place where you both were connected. he obeyed and his eyes met yours. “good boy.” you praised him, earning a whimper from him.

you started to move, slowly but steadily. your hips rolled in a circular motion, pleasure flooding through your and chris’s bodies. chris’s hands were everywhere, on your hips, moving towards your waist to then grip themselves to your thighs. the room filled itself with panting and moaning, mostly coming from the desperate boy underneath you. the longer you kept your slow but oh so teasingly pace, the more you grow desperate yourself.

“please,” chris’s whimper slipped past his lips. “please ma, you’re killing me—“ you looked down at him with a big grin.

“what do you want, pretty boy?” you asked in a sweet voice, grazing his cheek with your hand. chris moaned again. “fuck- need you— need you to go faster, please-“

and you did.

as soon as the words left chris’s mouth, your hips started to move faster, searching a pace that you both would like the most. chris threw his head back in satisfaction. “fuuuckkk—“

a moan of your own escaped from your mouth, but you didn’t care. after a few seconds you fully started to bounce on him, pussy swallowing him whole. moans left both your mouths as you both grow closer to the edge.

“fuck i’m gonna- i’m gonna-“

you stopped all your movements at chris’s words. he whined, a pathetic sound rolled off his tongue. it made you realise how far gone he was.

you smirked. “not so quick, baby.”

he whined again and tried to keep himself from bucking his hips up into yours. you leaned forwards and placed your mouth on his jaw, leaving soft kisses all over his skin. he whimpered.

“please, please, please make me cum, i can’t hold it that much longer, fuck-“ he begged, voice whiny and needy. your mouth moved from his jaw, down to his neck, to place even more teasing kisses. “you’re that desperate?” you mumbled against his skin, the question leaving your mouth with a knowing tone. he nodded eagerly.

“yes, yes, please just make me cum-“

you pulled back from his neck, to meet his eyes. he looked fucked out, eyes low, mouth agape and face flushed. without saying anything else you started to move again, snapping your hips in a fast pace. his eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, sounds leaving his mouth. your body felt hot, and after a few moments you realised you were about to reach the edge. you looked down at chris, who seemed to have the same tightening knot in his stomach, that was about to break.

he looked at you, really looked at you. “i’m gonna cum-“ he whimpered and you smirked. “c’mon, cum for me.” you demanded him in a low voice, brew the fanning in his face. he took this as a green light, and he immediately came down his high. his cum filled you up within seconds, dripping out of your cunt afterwards. moans left his mouth along with yours, a euphoric feeling traveled through both your bodies as you came with him, squirting all over his cock. “oh fuck!” you moaned as you released yourself, just like he did.

you panted, trying to catch your breath as you looked down at chris, a smile tugging at your lips. his hair was a mess, his body was shaking slightly. you kissed his ear, then his cheek, then moved on to his forehead to finally press a soft kiss on his lips. he hummed in satisfaction, completely giving into your touch.

“you liked that?” you asked, even though you knew the answer. he sighed shakingly before locking eyes with you. “fuck yeah.” you smiled at him, fingers tangling themselves in his brown locks.

“good boy.” you said lowly.

his eyes widened and you looked at him with a confused expression, before noticing something hard, poking you. you glared at chris with disbelief written all over your face.

“chris. are you serious?”

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a/n idek where i was going with this. not proofread and not edited yet cause im a lazy fuck

-ˏˋ 🏷️ ˊˎ @sturrrrnslvt @evansturn @hotgirlbl0gger @mattsnontattooedarm @m0llyl0ve @courta13 @fratbrochrisgf @pinkflirtaous @grace-sturnz @chrislittleslut @chrisissos3xy @chestersturn

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we're getting full meal of short hair chris for today's vid

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my roman empire

Credit: @vxnitra

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cutest shit ever i'll cry out of yearning

cute and funny moments the fans noticed of you and matt being 'just' friends in the sam and colby video...

tw: suggestive comments

~ tying your laces ୨९ ₊˚⊹ Everyone was standing around the kitchen counter, engaged in conversation and laughter, except you and matt. Matt was enjoying thoughts of his own. He stood in front of you with a grin, looking down at you tying your laces. You glance up at him, noticing the look on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing,you just seem like you need help." He still had that suspicious grin on his face, like he was planning something.

"why are you-" before you could complete your sentence, you were lying on the ground. He looked at you with the smuggest smile on his face. He had kicked you.

You sit back up with your legs crossed and shoot him a playful glare, before pulling on his shoelace and untying it. You look back at him to see the cutest smile on his face.

"I hope the midnight man gets you," you say.

"Reallyyyyyy?" He smirks and slowly crouches down to your level.

He suddenly picks up your candle from the ground and starts to swish it around a little. The flame flickers, struggling to burn.

Fear etches in your face as you reach up to snatch the candle from his hands, unable to get ahold of it. He holds it above his head. You get on your tippy toes and stretch your arm higher as Matt continues to tease you, enjoying every second of it. He waves the candle around in the air, being careful not to actually put the flame out.

Everyone else glances at you both and goes back to their conversation with knowing expressions on their faces.

~ breaking backs ˙✧˖° You all were walking out of the movie theatre, laughing at something Sam said.

"Sam's the pro at smash tournaments. He broke his back and everything." Chris adds on to the joke as everyone laughs.

You and matt were walking behind Sam with smiles on your faces. Matt leans towards you and says, "We should have a smash tournament sometime."

You look at him with wide eyes. "Matt!"

He grins and chuckles before saying, "I bet I can break your back too."

"MATT!" you repeat, shocked at his suggestive comments. Matt notices the color of your cheeks change, knowing the effect he had on you. He winks at you, continuing to grin like an idiot.

"Brokeback mountain." Nick says from behind them, ignoring matt's comments. You could hear the smile in his tone. God, he loved that movie.

~ sleepy ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ You all were in the big, dark room downstairs. All the candles were kept on the floor in the middle of where you all stood. The silence somehow felt heavier, and so did your eyes.

"I'm sooooo sleepy. But's it's creepy asf in here so I could never fall asleep here."

"Why does this room have the least light like bouncing off?" Nick asks.

Sam answers him, "It's supposed to, this is going to be the darkest room and we might, later in this video, have someone be alone."

You sigh and rest you head on the person next to you, which obviously, was Matt. He looks at you and a warm smile makes way onto his face. You looked so comfortable on his shoulder, it made his heart do backflips.

He pats your head a couple times gently and lets it rest there. Neither of you make an effort to move, until your brain registers what Sam said.

Your eyes shoot wide open, "Wait-ALONE?!"

"yup," Colby replies with an excited expression.

"Noooooo," you whine and hide your face in matt's chest as you hug him. The thought of being alone in such a dark space,without having Matt to cling on wasn't exactly appealing to you.

He laughs at her behaviour and hugs her, rubbing her back in an attempt to make her feel better.

Chris shoots Matt a teasing look and Matt shakes his head, unable to suppress his smile.

~ estes method ⋆🖇₊˚ To start off the investigations, Chris and Nick had decided to go with Sam downstairs, and you and Matt had decided to go with Colby in his bathroom upstairs.

You were seated on the counter with Colby recording and matt to your right, and you were getting ready to do the estes method.

"Before we start, I'm deathly afraid of the dark so I'll like freak out really easily, so can one of you just like keep your hand on my knee or like hold my hand or something?" you say, nervously.

The blindfold and headphones go on and Matt being the gentleman he is, immediately rests his hand on your knee, his warm hand making you feel not as miserable.

As the time passes, Matt notices you fidgeting with you fingers and moves his hand to hold yours instead. You take a deep breath and smile as you hold onto his hand with a tight grip. There were multiple reasons you secretly liked him, his understanding nature being one of them. He smiles and draws circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

Colby looks at you both and whispers to the camera, "If they get together, I totally called it."

"I heard that." Matt chuckles and replies.

a/n: idk if this is cute or corny, also i think my writing lacks emotion 😭 I would LOVE any tips or feedback <3

dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

tags: @httpssturns @viviansturns @lyingonchris @nottodaysari

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❝ HELP EACH OTHER OUT ׅ⠀𝃛◌ ꜝ   ꒱ྀི ⋆  𓂅 starring christopher sturniolo ──── 𑁍ࠬܓ ෧

the air is low and warm, thick with popcorn salt and the vanilla sweetness of your lotion, the room glowing dim from the tv still playing some muted comfort movie that neither of you are paying attention to. your legs are stretched across chris' lap, feet bare, hoodie sleeves pulled over your knuckles while the bag of chips sits forgotten on the table. you've been curled up together like this for hours—close, casual, easy—like it's second nature by now. and it is.

it's always been like this with you and chris, ever since everything else in your lives stopped making sense and the two of you just started choosing each other. through arguments, friendship fallouts, shitty hookups, and worse breakups, he always stayed. always showed up. and maybe that's why you've never been scared to toe the line with him. never hesitated when the flirty teasing started creeping in. the soft glances, the suggestive jokes, the late-night promises wrapped in laughter—if we can't please ourselves, we'll help each other out. a phrase that's been said too many times not to mean something. and tonight, you both know it.

"bro," chris mutters suddenly, dragging a hand over his face, "i swear no girl knows how to give head anymore." you blink, caught off guard. "huh?" he looks at you like it's obvious. "they all try to act sexy. hand on my thigh, slow ass tongue, lookin' up at me like s'a fuckin' beauty pageant. like—jus' eat my dick. stop tryna look cute."

you raise a brow, biting back a grin. "so you're sayin' you want it sloppy?" his smile cracks wide, crooked and a little dangerous. "exactly. messy. nasty. all that shit. i haven't nut off head in so long, dude, m'startin' to think s'me."

you hum in fake sympathy, dragging your heel across his thigh. "poor baby. must be hard." you smirk. "or… not hard enough?" he shoves your leg lightly but grins, licking over his bottom lip like he's debating something. then his voice drops a little. "we did always say…"

"if we can't please ourselves…" you say back, slow.

"…we'll help each other out."

you don't laugh this time. neither of you do. and suddenly the silence is heavy, thick with something that hums just under your skin. your eyes fall to his mouth, linger. his hand rests on your thigh like it's meant to be there. when you sit up, legs sliding off his lap and straddling him instead, he doesn't stop you. just watches, quiet, hands coming to your hips as you settle into him like you've done this before. like it's not new. not scary. you're warm in his lap, the thin layer of your sleep shorts doing nothing to hide the pressure of him beneath you. and when you shift your hips, just slightly, his fingers twitch against your skin. your nose brushes his, and you speak so soft itms nearly a whisper. "you sure?"

"you're really asking that when you're sittin' on me like this?"

you smile. then kiss him. it's slow at first, sweet—lips sliding against his like you've been waiting for it. like your mouth already knows his. but it doesn't stay gentle for long. his grip on you tightens, tongue licking into your mouth, low groan echoing from his chest as you start to roll your hips down into his. the friction makes your breath catch. makes him curse. your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging, pulling him closer like you're trying to climb into him. it's dizzying. so much heat, so much want after years of dancing around it. when you finally pull back, lips slick and breathing shallow, he stares at you like you’re something he’s never seen before.

"you still want that help?" you ask, voice husky, already sinking down between his legs. he nods too fast. "please." you tug his sweats down slow, and his dick springs free—hard, flushed, already leaking at the tip. you hum, dragging a hand from base to tip while he groans, head hitting the back of the couch. you don't rush. you press a soft kiss to the head, then another to the side, tongue teasing slow little stripes just to hear him curse again. you spit into your palm, stroke him once, twice, and watch his jaw clench.

then you take him into your mouth. slow at first, letting your lips stretch around him, letting him feel the way your tongue curls and your throat tightens. he moans low, hips jerking up slightly, one hand tangling in your curls but not forcing anything—just there. you take more. inch by inch, until he hits the back of your throat and your eyes start to sting. you gag once, then suck harder. wetter. let your spit drip down to your fist, let it slide loud and messy as you work him like he asked—sloppy and unpretty and real.

"fuck—jus' like that, ma, please don't stop," he groans, legs twitching under your hands. you moan around him, let it vibrate through his length, let the slick sounds echo loud between your thighs. every time you pull off, you're glistening. jaw aching, chin soaked, lips swollen and wet. you pump him while you breathe, then swallow him down again like you missed it. "shit—shit—m'close, m'fuckin' close already," he gasps, voice breaking. "where you wan' me?" you pull off just long enough to grin, breathless. "in my mouth. where else?"

his whole body shudders when you take him back in, deeper than before, moaning like it's the only sound you know how to make. he lets go with a strangled noise, thighs flexing as he comes hot and hard down your throat. you swallow everything. don't flinch. don't stop. keep sucking him through it until he's shaking, legs spread, lips parted in awe. you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, then crawl into his lap again, the taste of him still heavy on your tongue.

"damn," he breathes, arms falling around your waist. "so that's what i've been missin'?"

originally written .by @sturncandi ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 𝃛ㅤ⠀ഒ

❛ sturncandi au.thored 𖦹 ･ﾟᩚ ʚɞ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ts overly mid, but here y'all go lmao

click here to be a piece of candi ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀི��� ──── @sturnsblogs @sturnspup @babyt0matoes @courta13

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my taste in men never changed

you see the similarities?

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anything he wants, wherever, whenever

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all day all night

⟡ ݁₊ . BLINDFOLDED & BEGGING . . . c.s & m.s

⤷ in which . . . you blindfold chris and matt for your own pleasure, but they end up turning the tables on you.

⤷ warnings . . . threesome, (NO INCEST/SEXUAL INTERACTION BETWEEN MATT & CHRIS!) switch!matt & chris, fingering, blowjob, handjob, unprotected sex, nipple play, clit play, use of pet names, dirty talk, kissing, teasing, sexual acts while blindfolded, (all consensual) multiple orgasms.

⤷ written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

matt and chris are sitting on the edge of the bed, blindfolds tight across their eyes, their bare chests rising and falling a little faster than normal. they don’t know what’s coming, just that you’ve been circling the room in silence, letting the quiet do half the work. they’re tense already. and you haven’t even touched them yet.

you hum softly as you stand between them sitting on the bed. “sit still,” you say, just above a whisper. and then you drag your fingers across their thighs. chris’s first, then matt’s, just enough to make their heads tilt toward you. you lean in and kiss matt. slow, deep, a little rough, then pull away and wrap your fingers around chris’s cock that springs out. his head tips back fast, a breath stuttering out of him. you don’t even stroke yet. you just hold him. warm and firm. “oh—fuck baby—“ he whines.

you move slow. one hand on chris, teasing and steady, the other slipping under the waistband of matt’s sweats. you watch their bodies twitch at the same time, how their breath syncs, how helpless they look blindfolded like this, like all they know is your touch. your rhythm.

you lean close and kiss along matt’s jaw while you pump chris with your other hand, slow and lazy. he’s breathing heavy now, hands clenching, hips twitching every time you squeeze a little tighter. you can feel he’s close.

“fuck—” he chokes out. “you’re killing me.”

“you’ll live,” you whisper. then you shift, you drop to your knees between them, mouth finding matt’s cock while your hand keeps working chris’s. your lips wrap around matt slow, warm, wet. he chokes on a moan, thighs tensing hard beneath your palms. “god, that’s—fuck, that’s not fair,” chris pants.

you hum against matt’s skin, letting the vibration travel through him. he bucks up just a little and whimpers when you hold him down. then you switch. matt gasps at the loss. chris gasps at your mouth that’s now around him. you take him in just as slow, just as deep. his mouth drops open. he’s shaking. “oh my god, baby—please, please—”

you don’t give him anything more than rhythm and heat and the occasional filthy moan against his skin. your hand reaches back to matt, stroking him slow, tracing your nails along him. he shudders and breathes your name like a prayer.

they’re both unraveling. “can i touch you?” matt asks suddenly, his voice wrecked and sweet. “please, just—anything.” you shift onto chris’s lap and pull one of matt’s hands from his lap, guiding it up your shirt. matt palms your breast carefully, reverently, like he’s trying not to lose control. chris’s hand finds its way between your legs instantly.

“fuck,” you breathe, hips rolling into his fingers. “yes. just like that.” now you’re moving. you shift and kneel on the bed between both brothers. matt playing with your chest, chris’s fingers slow and deep into you while trying so hard not to fall apart. it’s overwhelming. it’s loud. it’s messy. and they can’t even see you. they’re just feeling.

you’re still catching your breath, trembling from the way their hands and mouths had you unraveling between them, when you feel it. the slow, deliberate slide of fabric against your skin. not your shirt. not the sheets.

the blindfolds. you didn’t even realize they took them off. your lips part. you watch matt toss his blindfold aside, chris still holding his, for you. “you had your fun,” chris whispers, voice low and wrecked, “now it’s our turn.” you barely manage a nod before it slips over your eyes. the moment everything goes dark, your other senses sharpen, the soft rustle of clothes being pulled away, the quiet groans from both of them, the heat radiating off their bodies as they close in on yours.

you reach out instinctively, but matt catches your wrists and holds them, firm and unshakable. “no,” he says, right at your ear. “you don’t get to touch.” a shiver rolls down your spine. and then they’re on you.

chris’s mouth is already at your chest, lips dragging over your skin, tongue flicking slow and teasing, while matt’s hands roam your thighs, spreading you open, gripping, exploring. you’re arching into both of them, gasping at every graze, every squeeze, every slow, hungry press of their bodies against yours. and then chris is between your legs again, fingers slipping in again. deep and slow, mouth following close behind.

you cry out. try to close your legs, but matt’s there again, kneeling behind you, chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapped around your stomach to hold you open while his other hand glides up your shirt, cupping your breast. “you feel that?” matt murmurs, dragging his thumb across your nipple. “how wet you are for us?”

“so pretty like this,” chris adds, voice muffled as he groans against your inner thigh. “shaking and needy. can’t even see what we’re doing to you.” your fingers curl into the sheets. matt shifts then, you feel it. the way he lets go of you, laying you flat on the bed and positions himself in front of you, how his breath hitches as he presses up close. his hands grip your hips tight. “you ready?” he asks, low and rough.

you can only nod. chris is still in front of you, fingers still playing with your soaked pussy. matt thrusts in slow, dragging a choked moan out of your throat, while chris’s lips never leave your skin. it’s overwhelming, every inch of you touched, claimed, filled. and they keep talking. “just like that, baby,” matt groans behind you. “so tight. fuck—”

“keep squeezing like that and you’re gonna make him lose it,” chris laughs against your thigh. “you like being filled while m’still playing with your pretty little clit?” you can’t even speak. your body’s on fire, tension building so sharp it almost hurts. chris’s fingers stroke harder, faster, while matt moves with deep, deliberate thrusts, holding you steady, groaning at how soaked you are for him.

they’ve got you trapped, both working in sync to drive you out of your mind. your body jerks with every pulse of pleasure, every new wave of heat, and just when you think you’ll fall apart. matt grabs your face and kisses you hard, devouring your moans. you break with a cry.

your orgasm ripples through you. thighs shaking, hands trembling, breath caught in your chest, but they’re still right there, mouths on your skin, hands stroking wherever they want, like they need to keep touching you. and then, slowly, carefully, they remove the blindfold, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead. it’s quieter now, just heavy breathing, soft kisses, warm skin. chris strokes your thigh while matt pulls you into his chest, murmuring, “you were so good for us. think you can take one more round?”

© delilahsturniolo

💌: im so shit at writing chratt </3 im sorry if it was difficult understanding or picturing positions and stuff it’s so hard for me to describe

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scenarios i imagine every night before i sleep lmao

warm enough ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚

⋆. 𐙚 ̊. During a late-night filming a paranormal investigation with sam and colby, things take an unsettling turn. shaken by what they experienced, what happens when y/n struggles to sleep alone and ends up in Matt’s room?

trigger warnings: pure fluff ig :3

matt sturniolo x reader <3

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“Oh fuck! My candle went out, shit shit shit-” I say as I kneel over and set it down quickly. Matt spawns next to me with a match he had been using as a toothpick, quickly lighting up my candle before the 10 seconds run out.

“I got you” Matt nods, making sure my candle is lit.

“Jesus Christ” Sam exclaims.

“Oh my god, my heart almost stopped, I have the worst reflexes ever” I blow out a laugh, my hand on my chest.

You can already guess where I am and what we’re doing. Somehow, Sam and Colby convinced me to tag along with them and my roommates and best friends Matt, Nick, and Chris to this investigation where we’re summoning a spirit called the Midnight Man.

“Thanks, Matt,” I say with a grin, nudging him as we walk side by side to the room next to the kitchen. We sit down in a circle and Sam introduces a new piece of equipment, a recorder.

Sam explains that each one of us is going to ask a question and wait 10 seconds for an answer from a spirit. We all nod along to the instructions, and as soon as he clicks the record button, each of us asks a question, leaving 10 seconds in between for answers.

And when we’re finally done, we listen to the recording again, and our hearts drop to our asses.

A scream.

A very clear scream.

And towards the end of the recording, a clear “GET OUT OF HERE” is heard, and I look towards Matt with wide eyes and a nervous smile.

The rest of the night is pure chaos. We leave Sam and Colby’s old house after finishing the ritual, and I’m still replaying the events of the night on the car ride home. It’s stupid, but it freaked me out.

Back home, we all bid each other goodnight and head to our rooms. I lay down in bed, thoughts of the night still replaying in my head.

I see a figment of my imagination in the corner of the room, a shadow, and I turn on my nightstand light quickly, heart beating fast. I sigh before throwing the covers off, opening my bedroom door, and padding downstairs to Matt’s room. I knock gently. No answer. I knock again and open the door slightly, peeking in. Matt turns in bed towards the door with squinted eyes.

“Y/N?” he says with a sleepy voice.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” I ask, still standing in the doorway.

Matt blinks a few times before answering, “Come here” he says, lifting the covers.

I shut his bedroom door and walk over to his bed, sliding beneath the lifted covers. He makes sure I’m covered before laying down on his back next to me.

“You okay?” he asks after a few beats of silence.

“Mhmm. I was just freaked out about what happened tonight” I say, turning my head to look at him.

“You haven’t come to my room at night in a while” he grins.

“Yeah, well, I stopped watching those scary videos I used to watch before bed” I laugh, adjusting myself so I’m facing him.

“I don’t know why you watch that creepy shit if you know it’ll have consequences later at night” he says.

“Okay, stop lecturing me. I don’t watch it anymore” I frown, and he laughs.

“I missed our sleepovers,” he smiles after a few beats of silence, now turning to face me.

“Yeah, me too” I say, smiling softly.

I move a little to adjust my position when my cold toes graze over Matt’s leg.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” he says as he jumps slightly.

“What!” I say, panicked, thinking he saw something behind me.

“Nothing, you idiot. Your icicles grazed my leg,” he exclaims with a small laugh.

“Matt!” I frown, hitting his chest. “You scared me, asshole,” I say.

“Ow! Why are you so cold?!” he says, holding my hand against his chest.

“It’s freezing in here!” I exclaim with a laugh.

“It’s not,” he argues.

“Yes it is.” I pull my hand from his grip, but he holds on.

“Jesus Christ, just come here” he says, tugging me closer with the hand he has a grip on, wrapping his arms around me to warm me up.

I let my forehead fall on his chest as I sigh. “You’re so warm. How are you so warm?” I say.

“It’s not me that’s warm, it’s you that’s freezing cold” he chuckles, rubbing my back to warm me up.

“It’s because your room is a literal freezer-” I start to argue.

“Shhhh, go to sleep,” he interrupts me, tangling his legs with mine to warm my cold feet up.

“But it’s literally-” I start.

“Y/N, close your eyes and count the sheep, c’mon” he cuts me off, making me burst out laughing.

“When have I ever closed my eyes and counted sheep to go to bed? You mistake me for Chris” I grin.

“He does do that, doesn’t he?” he chuckles.

“Yeah, he does” I smile, nuzzling my head into his chest.

I yawn, my eyes starting to get heavy.

“Night, scaredy cat” he murmurs into my hair.

“Goodnight, asshole” I say in a sleepy voice, and he chuckles.

I doze off to him rubbing my back, and I realize just how lucky I am to have him.

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author’s note: I haven’t written in a LONG while, hi tumblr I’ve missed u! anyway I love writing fluff so here u go! hope you enjoyed <3

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he's like a chase atlantic song