#STurn

[bylerpining]

"STurn" as in "Stranger Things urn" as in ashes as in something dying as in something has ended as in st5 the final season. the playlist hasn't been touched since it was first made UNTIL the beginning of this year and another song has been removed right as we're about to get the first teaser. what happens when he keeps removing songs as we get closer and closer to s5 dropping and what happens when the final song left on the playlist is Just What I Needed??? what then??? STurngate!!!

[ecstasturns]

giving bsf!chris a bubble bath after a nasty hockey match

error—tw: descriptions of injuries

“careful, you’re spillin’ that shit everywhere.” you chuckled, leaning back against the wall and admiring him.

his messy, wet hair that clung to the cut and bruised skin of his neck. the way his lips remained slightly parted, body engulfed by the white foam piled on the surface of the bath water.

he hummed, reaching out a drenched arm in your direction, whiny voice urging you to come closer. “come here, please.” you hesitated, you told yourself you were doing this as a friend. nothing else.

he’d caught some pretty nasty blows on the pitch an hour ago. Chris was always the first to defend a teammate during games. he was team captain.

you knew the exact moment he’d lost it, watching one of his players hit the ground hard after being hit in the ankle with a hockey stick. fury burned behind his eyes as he made his way over, shaking with adrenaline. you remembered it so clearly.

a hiss emerged from the other end of the room. “y/n please, it hurts. don’t make me beg.”

with a sigh, you stood up, slowly moving closer to Chris and hovering above him. swishing some of the foam to the side revealed the dark red line cutting clean across his torso.

dipping them into the water, feeling the heat slowly creep up your fingers, you pressed a hand to the irritated skin beneath the cut. Chris’ head fell back, biting his lip tight to suppress a pained whimper.

“dude messed you up bad, huh?” you teased, dragging a stray thumb down his ab muscles, caressing the boy’s soft, pale skin. Chris nodded, opening his eyes to find yours already staring back at him.

the two of you stayed like that for a prolonged moment. basking in the comfort each other’s gaze. you could tell Chris’ mind was drifting off when his sung grin became more prominent.

“what are you thinking about?”

“you. wet—” his hand climbed its way up your arm, other one reaching around your hip as he began to tug you down. “—with all your clothes on.”

“no. no—chris.” you were to weak to resist, before you knew it, you were laying on top of him, shorts soaked all the way through, white tank top glued to your skin, revealing everything that was happening underneath.

his plush pinks planted wet kisses all over your chest, humming with pleasure. you were worried your body weight was pressing down on his injuries. “Chris I don’t wanna hurt you—”

“no this is better.”

“you sure?”

“wan’ me to prove it?”

𐔌 file.an — comment a tongue emoji if you want part 2 ! thank you for all the love so far. and thank you to awake 2007 for inspiring this blurb. clay beresford >>> anakin skywalker (kill me)

© ecstasturns

[mystuffynose]

Angst in my pants

[ivysturnss]

Chris Sturniolo P-links:

Chris slapping ur pussy

Fucking u from behind

Wearing ur panties whilst fucking up into u

In the kitchen

In the back of Matts car

Riding him

In a mask

Fucking ur throat

Whipping ur pussy

In the shower

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[megameatymatt]

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[mypssytastelikepepsicola1]

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[chaosisalwayscrying]

SLEEPTALKIN’

⇥ synopsis : 3 times chris heard you talking in your sleep

⇥ warnings : none!! fluff fluff fluff

⇥ extra : my first writing in a hot minute, please dont crucify me if its bad 😕 feel free to send me requests if you actually like my writing 😇

⇥ masterlist !

⇥ taglist !

  by the time chris and his brothers came back from filming, you were already asleep. chris came in the room quietly, shuffling out of his uggs and tugging his shirt over his head. he was beyond ready to just lay down with his girl, he and nick had argued which already annoyed chris, but matt had just egged it on and annoyed him even more.

putting his thoughts to the side, chris lifts up his comforter and crawls in bed with you, wrapping an arm around you as you lay on your stomach. he hears your mumble something unintelligible, making him hum and press a kiss to your cheek. chris shuffles his phone out from his pocket, planning to do a bit of scrolling on tiktok or instagram, whatever gets him tired faster.

   after about ten minutes, chris' eyes were drooping and he was fighting to keep them open. he rolled onto his other side to put his phone down, and when he rolls back over, so do you. you turn over so abruptly your hand flies out and accidentally backhands him. chris opened his mouth to make a snarky comment, but paused when he heard you mumble something.

   "chrissy...?"

   it was barely a whisper, but it makes chris move the arm that was resting on his face back to a comfortable position and whisper back to you. "im right here ma, im right here," he whispers it into your hair, pressing a kiss there after.

   you hum in content, still in a deep sleep. chris leans over once more to make sure youre still sleeping before tucking into your back and going to sleep himself.

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you had been sick for the past three days, the bug that had spread through your friends ended up getting you too. and after throwing up your breakfast, you practically begged chris to just get back in bed and nap with you, too tired to stick to the plans you had for the day.

that had been over an hour ago, and chris was still wide awake as you slept on him, not that he was complaining. despite your sickness and willingness to sleep all day, just laying down with you while you napped was good enough for chris.

you beginning to mumble something snapped chris out of his trance, allowing him to listen to what you were saying.

“love you, chrissy..”

you mumble, curling into your boyfriend a little more. this caused chris to brush your hair from your face and press a kiss to your head before returning the sentiment.

“love you too ma, get some rest”

—————

you had decided to sleep in chris’ room as he filmed a fortnite video, which proved to be a mistake as he was extremely loud. you expected him to tone it down a little since you were in there, but he had apparently forgotten all about you.

it wasnt until he got up to take a bathroom break that he saw you under the covers, eyebrows furrowed as you had a frown on your face. guilt washed over him, and despite the fact you were a heavy sleeper, he knew his noise was affecting your dreams, which in turn affected the quality of sleep you got.

once be had used the bathroom, chris came out and knelt on your side of the bed, planning on soothing the frustration on your face before going back to filming.

he rubbed your cheek, which normally eased the tension on your face but it hadn’t this time. he barely caught your mumbles over the new sound of his brothers calling his name loudly through the call, but he managed.

“stop bein’.. so loud chris”

you grumble, obviously still sleeping as a light snore followed your words. chris frowned, pressing a kiss on the bridge of your nose before replying.

“sorry ma, gonna be more quiet” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before returning to his gaming setup. this time around, chris was 110% more focused on his noise level and how rowdy he got, not wanting to actually wake up his girl.

[lucystark12]

guys i was deep diving on some of my older byler antics one of which is of course the iconic legendary finn wolfhard playlist STurn and i just realized something potentially insane... HE EDITED THE PLAYLIST. the song 'what you're doing' by the beatles among maybe others is no longer on the playlist and i have proof that it once was. did we already know this was happening? why is this happening? finn what?

[fruitbythefoot7]

we as a society moved on much too quickly from STurn in my opinion.

[requiemstoned]

okay finn i see you I SEE YOU

[ecstasturns]

you get Matt to cum over the game

“you’re playing really badly tonight, Matt. everything okay?” your voice teased him over the mic. Matt shifted in his seat uncomfortably, struggling to ignore the painful stiffness in his pants.

“hey, Matt. you hear me?”

“huh? oh—yeah. just bad luck I guess.” his voice was hoarse and kind of whiny. and he knew it, scratching his neck with an anxious hand.

“don’t lie to me, baby—”

“fuck don’t. don’t say that.” almost instantly, Matt’s hand fell to his crotch, unsure if he could handle any more dirty talk. you knew exactly what you were doing to him, calling him names, teasing him. and as much as he was embarrassed to admit it, Matt was a fiend for humiliation.

“supposed to be playing Fortnite with me but instead you’ve got a boner.” you chuckled, prompting him to turn his web cam on. “c’mon. wanna see that pathetic little face.”

with a huff, Matt turned on the camera, his figure appearing on your screen. forget Fortnite, the two of you would play another game tonight.

“god I called that a boner? it’s barely noticeable. so small—”

“what? no it’s not.” his brows furrowed with frustration, glancing down at the tent in his pants. he thought it was a decent size. wasn’t it?

you laughed. laughed. making him feel more and more insecure by the second. but also strangely turned on. “why don’t you prove it to me, hm? c’mon, let me see it.”

his heart pulsed violently against his ribs. he gave in, fingers hesitating at his waistband for a second before he slid his bottoms down his legs, boxers hanging around his ankles as his cock flung out, hitting his tummy.

“why don’t you get a hand around that? just for me?” you coaxed, grinning when he gripped onto the base of his dick.

“good job, now you know what to do, rub it up and down. niceee and slow…”

his shaky breaths barely reached the microphone, but you could here his chair squeak as he sped up the pace. and the sheer agony contorting his features, pretty blue eyes hidden under tightly shut eyelids.

then, Matt’s head fell back, back arching off the chair. you could tell his fingers were getting weaker, struggling profusely to keep fisting. you encouraged him.

“come on, Matt. you really giving up now? I knew you couldn’t do it, knew you weren’t good enough.” you scoffed, causing a heat to rise to his cheeks.

whimpers played back to you through your headset, like music to your ears. despite the not-so-great quality of his camera, you could see his tip getting irritated.

“sh-shit, cum. cum!” a moan ripped out the back of his throat, making the audio crackle and cut off.

but none of that mattered. you watched, intrigued, as cum dribbled down his dick. drop after drop rolling down on top of another until he completely froze, cramped hand taking through his hair.

“not bad, Matt. go clean up quick and we can play battle royale.”

he nodded quickly, chest still heaving.

“and hey, Matt?”

he stopped.

“look at the camera real quick.” when his eyes found the lens, you took a screenshot.

“mhm, cute.”

𐔌 file.an — idk, hope you like it. also the picture is my Roman Empire, bets Matt pic to surface the internet. am I right or right?

[bylertruth3r]

update on the break up song: it was added by Spotify cuz op doesn't have Premium, but Finn added gay songs in it on his own last year, i deleted the post cuz i didn't want to spread misinformation

on the brught side Finn added this on his own, Mike can't love El

[ivysturnss]

Snaps on chris' gf priv story

Warnings-some suggestivness

Pairing-bf!Chris x gf!reader

A/N: I thought I would make this whilst I work on the start of the unexpected series

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[megameatymatt]

Wet Dreams - Matt Sturniolo

"Now i'm in your wet dreams. You said don't know what it means. Now all you wanna do is sleep. Let me show you what it means"

WARNINGS: innocent!reader x Matt, smut, slight fluff, cussing

A/N: Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ok bye

requested?: nope

word count: 1,128

Pink: Y/n

purple: Matt

You and Matt have been best friends for what feels like forever. He's been there for you during your lowest and highest moments. Nothing can come between you two; he would never let it happen. You tell each other everything—you know all his secrets, and he knows all of yours.

Except for one.

"You wake up in a sweat. You wake up, and you're wet, mmm"

Your eyes shoot open as you wake up in your bed. Your body burning up, and your palms are sweaty. Your heart races as you quickly look beside you. You sigh in relief; it was just a dream.

You slowly sit up and feel a warm, sticky sensation between your legs. Your cheeks are bright red as you replay the events of your lustful dream with Matt. Out of everyone, your erotic dream had to be about you and your best friend.

Your phone buzzes, pulling you out of your trance.

You glance at your phone, your heart still racing, and you see Matt’s name flash on the screen. A mix of excitement and embarrassment swells in your chest. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if he somehow sensed your dream. Taking a deep breath, you swipe to answer.

“Morning!” His voice happy and calm

“G'morning Matt…” you reply, trying to keep your tone casual. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you still want to grab lunch today?”

Your mind races. Spending time with him feels terrifying after that dream. “Sure, sounds good,” you say, attempting to sound nonchalant.

“Great! I'll pick you up soon.”

“Okay, see you soon, Matt.” You hang up and feel a flutter in your stomach. You know you must shake off the dream, but it lingers like a vivid secret between you.

"I've got you wrapped around my hands, and, fine, you got me too The world knows all your secrets, only I know the whole truth"

You sit in Matt's passenger seat as the playlist you two share blares through the speaker. You cant seem to take your mind off the lewd dream of yours. I mean, it's not like you hated the idea. But loosing matt to an intimate moment was never something you wanted to happen. So you bottled up your feelings and stored them away.

“You good there, Y/n?" The way he says your name, you can't help but think of the way he was moaning it in your dream. You force yourself to snap back into reality. "What do you mean?" He turns to look at you, "You look like a dear in headlights over there, tell me whats wrong".

You chuckle nervously, trying to brush off his concern. “I’m fine! Just a little tired, I guess.”

Matt raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You sure? You know you can tell me anything.”

His sincerity pulls at your heartstrings, making you even more aware of the line you’re trying to walk. You shift in your seat, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again. “Yeah, really. Just had a weird dream.”

“A weird dream, huh?” He grins, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Care to share?”

Your face is burning up again. He's stoped at a red light, looking at you, waiting for an answer.

"Of you and i" You say hesitantly avoiding his eyes. "Yeah? And what were we doing?" he says taking your hand an caressing it slightly.

You feel the same wetness you woke up with as your stomach starts to flip. "I-i don't know" you say. He takes your chin and turns your head to face him. "You had your head, b-between my thighs."

He smirks, "You been havin' wet dreams of me, doll?" he says taking a strand of your hair behind you ear. By instinct, you squeeze your thighs together.

"Lemme show you what it means"

You don't even know how things got here. All you know is that Matt has pulled over in some field, and you're in the backseat of his car with your legs over his shoulders. Just like your dream

"You sure you want this baby?" You shyly nod. "Matt, I just, I've never done this before." "I know, baby, I know. I'll go real slow, okay?" again as he presses his lips against yours. "Tell me when you want me to stop, and I'll stop, okay?" You nod eagerly, desperate to feel his lips on yours again.

"Fuck, i've needed this for so long Y/n, you're so beautiful". His lips move down your neck as he sucks it, leaving his mark on you. You let out a moan and tug on his hair.

He lifts up your skirt and pulls off your panties. The exposure causes you to whimper and close your legs. He simply spreads them back open and just admires you.

He lowers down kissing your inner thighs before licking up the middle of your slick folds.

You immediately arch your back and accidentally squish his head between your thighs. "Matt," You whine. He smiles "You're okay, sweetheart, I've got you".

His mouth on your pussy feels like pure bliss. He kitty licks your clit and then sucks it, causing you to arch again. You gasp, "Gosh Matt-oh my- oh my gosh.' You moan uncontrollably. Your hand flies down to grab a fist full of his shaggy brown hair in an attempt to push him away.

You feel a knot in your stomach. "Matt!" you yell, trying to get his attention. He looks up to see your other hand on your lower stomach.

"You gonna cum? Come for me, princess," he says, using his fingers to rub circles on your clit. "How?" You say, whining. "Just let go," he says before he goes back to sucking on your clit.

Your moaning is mixed with Matt's; the sound fills the car. Your eyes roll back as you feel it. You cum, squirting it all over Matt. He wastes no time and licks it all up, looking back up at you with a proud smirk.

Your legs are shaking and your back is arched off the seat. You open your eyes to see Matt's staring right back at you, admiring his work.

"Fuck Matt" you say, feeling your heart. "So good you swore huh?" you smile. "i love you" If your cheeks weren't red before, they definitely were now. "I love you too Matt" You say shocked. "Let's get you home so i can clean you up"

"Well, tell me more, nothing less"

The two of you decided to spend the rest of the night snuggled in your bed, watching a movie. "Matt?" You look up at him. "yes, pretty?" You smile. "Thank you." He smirks and rolls his eyes.

"Just let me know when you have a 'weird dream' again"

Taglist: @sturnobsessedwh0re

[bernardsbendystraws]

Hot take!!

Matt has a praise kink.

Chris has a degrading kink.

[klaudiaxsturniolo]

Different for You

masterlist:

Warnings: Swearing, mention of hookups (not graphic), emotional hurt, angst-to-fluff, protective Matt & Nick, alcohol.

You always knew Chris wasn’t the safe choice.

From the minute you stepped foot into that god-awful beer-stained frat house for Matt’s birthday party, and he sauntered up to you in his backward hat, smug smile, and enough cocky charm to flood the room—you knew.

Chris Sturniolo was not the kind of guy you trusted your heart with.

But somehow, you let him in anyway.

It wasn’t supposed to go this far. He was supposed to flirt, you were supposed to roll your eyes, maybe share one too many drinks and kiss him just to shut him up.

And yet, here you were, four months later, absolutely wrecked over a guy who never promised you anything—but made you feel everything.

You hadn’t planned to go to that party tonight, not after the week you’d had. But Nick insisted.

“Come on, Y/N. You’ve been cooped up in your apartment all week. You need air. Music. A little chaos.”

He meant well. But the last thing you needed was to walk into that damn living room and see Chris—your Chris, or at least the version you liked to pretend was yours—pressed up against some girl you didn’t know, her hands tangled in his messy curls as he kissed her like he hadn’t just called you beautiful in a quiet moment two nights ago.

Your chest cracked open.

You didn’t even say anything. You just turned around and walked out, blinking hard against the sting in your eyes.

Chris didn’t follow.

But Matt did.

“Y/N—wait. Please don’t cry.” His voice was soft behind you, guilt written across his face as he caught up with you on the sidewalk. “You know how he is. He’s a fucking idiot. But he likes you. We all see it.”

You let out a hollow laugh. “Yeah? Sure didn’t seem like it with his tongue down her throat.”

Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He’s scared.”

“I’m not asking him to marry me,” you snapped, voice cracking. “I just wanted to matter. Even a little."

Chris didn’t sleep that night.

Not because of the girl—he barely remembered her name, and he hadn’t even enjoyed it. It was just another empty attempt to feel something. Anything.

But the look on your face when you saw him?

That haunted him.

He could still see it. Burned into his fucking skull.

He didn’t chase after you because… well, because he was a coward. And because if he did, he’d have to admit he cared. And caring meant changing. Meant confronting the mess he was.

But by morning, he couldn’t pretend anymore.

You didn’t expect the knock on your door.

It was 11 a.m. You were in sweatpants, hoodie, and puffy-eyed from crying all night.

When you opened it, Chris stood there, hands buried in his hoodie pocket, looking…wrecked.

“Hey.”

You stared at him. “If you came to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like, don’t bother.”

“I didn’t,” he said. “It was exactly what it looked like. I’m not gonna lie to you.”

That surprised you. He looked like he hadn’t slept. “Then why are you here?”

Chris looked down, then back up. “Because I’ve never cared about anyone the way I care about you. And last night? I realized how fucking stupid I’ve been.”

You didn’t say anything. You weren’t ready to let him off that easily.

He stepped closer. “Y/N, I don’t know how to be good at this. Feelings. Being vulnerable. I joke too much. I hook up because it’s easier than being real. But you…” His voice broke. “You make me want to be real. You make me wanna be better. Not just for you—because of you.”

Tears prickled your eyes. “Then why’d you hurt me?”

“Because I didn’t think I deserved you. And part of me still doesn’t. But I want to try. I want to be someone you can trust. Someone who’d never make you feel like you’re not enough—because fuck, Y/N, you’re everything.”

The silence hung between you. Heavy. Real.

You finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “If you ever do that again, I’m done.”

“I know.” He nodded. “And you won’t have to be.”

Chris took a shaky breath. Then, slowly, he reached for your hand, giving you the space to pull away.

You didn’t.

Because maybe—just maybe—people like Chris could change.

For the right person.

For you.

a/n: give me more ideas!

requested by: @mattsturniolobb