#loser41ifee

[malsmind]

www.personal/file.hacker!matt

introvert , 20 , night owl , monster energy addict , rings , hates parties but his brothers force him to come with everytime , hacks himself into the college files for test answers , unpopular but not disliked , nerdy , has had a crush on popular!reader for longer than he'd care to admit , into IT , kind of a creep , loves comics , little bit of a stalker , loner , cold , keeps to himself a lot , can't help the arousal he feels whenever he interacts with popular!reader

www.personal/file.popular!reader

extrovert , 20 , known to be a total sunshine , keeps to herself a lot , gold jewlery , party girl , cold brew coffee , vanilla scented perfume , tries to study alot but gives up on it easily , vinyls , strawberry lipgloss , makes hacker!matt go crazy over her with the smiles she sends his way without even knowing

matt and you go to the same college, passing eachother in the hallways every single day, even sharing a few classes. matt and his brothers mostly stuck together apart from the classes they didn't have togehter, or their hobbies outside of college. he came to parties too, seeming uncomfortable and like he'd rather be anywhere in the word than at a house full of drunk people, making out and being loud. no matter how much he disliked it, he still went, sometimes even ended up enjoying his time out of his shell, but also because he knew you were there. you had your girlfriends always tell you about how he looks at you, shrugging it off and mostly forgetting about it. until now at least. you were paired for a project, "matt, y/n, you guys will work together on this." your teachers voice echoed trough your mind, reminding you of the friday morning you were paired with the boy you've barely heard of. you didn't think much of it, you didn't know him well. you knew of his existence, but you've never talked to him before, but you were going to use this opportunity to get to know him better.

so now, after the friday you got paired with matt, after the weekend you tried to find out one or two things about the mysterious boy, always sat in class, barely interacting with a soul, you were stepping into the library, eyes darting around the faces that were focused on their own work until you met his...

to be continued...

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ERR0R C0DE

a mini series collab by @malsmind & @loser41ifee

ⓘ these files will include:

chapters

blurbs

texts between hacker!matt & popular!reader

stalking

mature themes

some angst

(smut, underage drinkig, usage of drugs)

more specific warnings will be given with every post on this series.

huge thank you to @middlepartmatt and @loser41ifee for giving me the idea for this!! <3

series link

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3

[angelyearner]

UR THEME IS STUNNING OMDDD

HELLO??? GIRL THANK YOUUUU LOVE YOU SWEET GIRLLL!!!

[throatgoat4u]

i js read ur chris fic and this popped up on my Pinterest fyp

THEY R 100000% STALKING MEEE

10000000% omg. unfortunately, chris had not been drinking pepsi that night 😞 (i really hope we're thinking of payphone.... if not that would be awkward)

[sturnsflirt]

UR THEME IS STUNNINGGG OMFG

omg THANK UUUU SMM!!! (: love u lots !

[sluttapes]

⌞ 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ⌝

matthew bernard sturniolo

𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬ㆍ 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

you wake before the sun’s fully crested the windows, the soft gray light barely touching the walls of your bedroom. matt’s arms are around you, heavy and warm, chest pressed against your back, his breathing deep and even. but your mind isn’t calm—not completely. there’s this low ache between your thighs, soft and insistent, the kind that creeps in slowly while you sleep and leaves you squirming a little before you’re even fully awake. you shift under the sheets, pressing your thighs together just slightly, and matt’s grip tightens in response, like even asleep, his body knows how to hold you closer.

you don’t want to wake him. not really. and definitely not for this. it feels silly—needy. you try to breathe through it, try to calm yourself, but when your hips roll just a little into the mattress and a quiet gasp escapes your lips, it’s already too late.

matt stirs.

“mm.” his voice is raspy, low, muffled against your hair. “you okay?”

you freeze. “yeah. sorry. didn’t mean to wake you.”

his hand slides down, palm warm against your stomach, thumb brushing lazy circles there. “you’re squirming,” he mumbles, still half-asleep. “what’s wrong?”

you hesitate, biting your lip.

he shifts behind you, just enough to press a slow kiss to the back of your neck. “baby,” he says, softer now, like a secret, “you wet?”

your face burns, but you nod just the tiniest bit. he hums low, pleased, and nudges your shoulder so you roll onto your back.

“lemme help,” he whispers, eyes still barely open, voice all gravel and sleep.

“matt—”

“mmh,” he breathes, already sliding down under the blankets. “jus' let me. i got you.”

you gasp when he kisses your thigh, so slow, so lazy it feels like a dream. his hands spread your legs gently, and then his mouth is on you—warm and soft, tongue dragging through your folds in slow, heavy strokes that make your whole body tense. he’s not in a rush. not even close. he’s still half-asleep, taking his time, like this is just a natural part of waking up for him. his mouth moves with a lazy rhythm, tongue circling your clit until your hips start to lift from the bed.

“matt,” you whisper, already breathless.

he groans against you, low and needy. “taste so good in the morning,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your skin. “so sweet. so wet.”

you moan, hand finding his hair beneath the blankets, fingers tangling in the mess of it as he keeps going, never speeding up, never rushing. just slow, wet pleasure that builds and builds, like a sunrise inside you.

“wanna feel you cum on my tongue,” he whispers, lips brushing your clit between strokes. “c'mon, baby.”

you bite your lip, back arching, and then you’re coming—soft and sudden and so damn full, trembling under the weight of it as he licks you through every second. when you finally go still, boneless and warm under the sheets, matt crawls back up, nuzzling into your neck, his lips sticky with you.

“mm. good morning,” he murmurs with a sleepy grin.

you laugh, breathless. “you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re welcome,” he whispers, wrapping himself around you again like he’s already falling back asleep.

@sweetshuga gave me the idea for this when we was talking about something like that i think LMFAO

(also if anyone’s posted something like this, please lmk so i can credit because idk if im delusional or not but i swear i read something similar before)

— @tits4matt @loser41ifee @sweetshuga @nickysturnss

[leisturni]

skin 2 skin .ᐟ

Authors note: this is my first time writing so bare with me please!

Word count: 384

Character count: 1689

One thing about Matt Sturniolo is that he’s truly a loverboy at heart.

As much as he loves rough sex, he’d truly rather have skin to skin.

He just loves the intimate feeling of being close to someone he loves and just has that special place in his heart.

A few moments after winding down from a long intense session, Matt right next to you.

Chests heaving, the sound of panting replaced the old sound of moans and skin colliding.

“Round two?” You questioned after sitting in a long yet somehow full silence. “I just wanna be near you..” Matts voice was so clear, no voice cracks, no shaky breaths, no nothing.

Just pure heart felt emotions spilling from his mouth, your eyes analyzed his face. Noticing every flaw and detail of his face.

His slightly chapped lips, but noting how plump and pink they were, how his lashes looked so perfect yet they were all over the place. Everything about him seemed so perfect to you. Everything only you could see about him.

“Oh— alright..” Both naked bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, glistening in the light from the dim lamp on his bedside table.

Matt pulled you impossibly closer to his body, his brunette hair sticking onto his forehead, quite clear he hadn't had a haircut in a few months.

Your head rested under his chin while his head rested on top of yours. Breathing in the smell of each others pheromones and sweat.

The action was so disgusting yet it felt so good to be close to each other. You felt his heartbeat on the side of your head.

“Y’know, I love you right?” Your breath started to shallow down to a regular pace. Only trying to reassure Matt because you got lost inside of your thoughts.

“I know, and I love you too..” He gave you a small smile and a peck on the forehead. “Now stop overthinking and go to bed..”

His last words before drifting off to a deep sleep, after a few minutes of staying up and listening to his soft snores. Your eyelids finally started to get heavy and you started drifting off to bed.

But not before telling Matt one more thing even if he couldn’t hear you.

“I love you, Matt.”

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[sturnlsstuff]

꧁⸻ TEXTS WITH FRATBOY!CHRIS ⸻꧂

↳ pairing: fratboy!chris x sassy!reader

⸻

a/n: soooo those are after their call in part two but before part three 😼 and the only reason he made a playlist and sent it to her is cuz she made fun of his music taste and he wanted to prove a point so he mixed some songs together to show his are better

taglist: @certifiedstarrr @chrislovespepsi @le4hsblog @sturnsxbitvh @sweetlikesug4rvenom @xaristhings @mattsfavbitchhh @lvrsturniolo @r0s3luvr @slut4brunettes @madisonsturnioloss @chrispillowprincess @emely9274 @shadowthesim @yunkilm @sturnslutz @ncm9696 @certified-sturniolo @chrisweetheart @chrisfavoritewhore @brazyturtleneck @sophand4n4 @giannalovessturniolo @mattsobvimyfav @alesturniolos @ilovenmcs @seluky10 @chriss-slutt @icrazy106 @ribbonlovergirl @izzylovesmatt @trevorsgodmother @sturniolo101 @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @bernardsbendystraws @loser41ifee @cleolovespepsi @slvt4subchratt @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnsc @ellieluvssturniolos @sturnssmuts

[ariheartsmatt]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒.⠀⠀⠀⠀chris sturns

“so... you like my dress?” you ask with a smug smile.

the raging hard on that’s digging into the plushness of your thigh is a pretty clear answer.

chris is panting softly between needy kisses, lips swollen and freckled cheeks flushed. he’s wearing more of your lip combo than you.

but you’re not mad about it. the sundress was a deliberate decision. the weather was getting hotter and it was the perfect day to wear your new dress—white and strapless, dotted with colorful little flowers.

“uh huh, love it,” chris answers, his warm hands sliding up the soft, smooth skin of your thighs, bunching the cotton of the dress around your hips. his pink tongue darts out to wet his lips at the sight of your lacy panties. chris hooks two fingers under the elastic band and his pretty blue eyes meet yours, and he asks sweetly, “can i?”

“mhm,” you hum, smiling and lifting your hips off the soft couch, letting chris drag your damp panties down your smooth legs. he tosses them carelessly onto the floor, already busying himself with clumsily shoving his grey shorts down.

he gets comfy between your spread thighs, cupping your knees and bringing your legs to wrap around his hips. he slides into you with ease. his mouth drops, a strangled noise ripping from the back of his throat.

your chest stutters with a ragged breath, sweat pooling under the creases of your dress. and chris paws at the fabric covering your tits before tugging it down and slotting his mouth over your sensitive nipple, sucking greedily.

“fuck, chris—” you moan, head lolling back, nails dragging through his messy curls. he pulls away, mouth shiny with spit, and he giggles.

then, like a switch being flipped, he suddenly grabs your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest and fucking into your sopping pussy so hard he’s rocking the couch.

“chris—” you try to say but it’s impossible to form a sentence with your mind dissolving to mush. your belly swirls, heat sinking into your skin, toes curling.

“gonna—” chris groans, his head falling against your shoulder. you cum at the same time as him, nails digging into his back, deep enough to leave marks.

chris stiffens when he reaches his orgasm, moaning against your cheek. then he goes limp, letting all his body weight crush you into the couch cushions and he mumbles, “you should wear this dress more.”

not my best but hope everybody enjoyed !

✴︎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : @bluestriips @slvt4subchratt @lilolebambi @mattsstarlet @bells-sturn @milo-the-dog @sturnssmuts @izzylovesmatt @fratbrochrisgf @eeyoresturnz @angelic-sturniolos111 @anil-4sturnx @sweeethrt @slvtf0rchr1s @loser41ifee @zenithsturniolo @courta13 @corspebridedelrey @r0set0y @chrxsprettygirl @nixizz @sturns-mermaid @bbgirlmatt @summersturni @sturnsbae @oopsiedaisydeer @rubyychriss

[malsmind]

head scratches

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: none, just matt being whiny

english is not my first language!

you and matt are sprawled out on his bed, the soft glow of the tv screen flickering across the walls. the movie he picked—a disney movie he's been meaning to show you for a while now—plays in the background, but you’re not really paying attention. not when he’s laying between your legs, his head resting against your stomach, warm and solid.

your fingers move lazily through his hair, dragging through the mess of waves before you scratch lightly at his scalp. he hums, shifting slightly, but he doesn’t say anything. he just melts into you, body sinking heavier into the blankets.

“you’re gonna put me to sleep,” he murmurs after a few minutes, voice low and drowsy. you smile, watching the way his lashes flutter as you keep running your nails against his scalp. “that bad?”

he huffs a small laugh. “no, i just—” he exhales slowly, the tension leaving his body with it. “feels so good.”

you keep at it, nails tracing gentle patterns over his scalp, occasionally twirling a strand of hair around your finger before letting it spring back. matt doesn’t complain. in fact, he barely moves, except for the occasional shift to get more comfortable against you.

you glance at the screen, trying to focus on the film, but between the steady rise and fall of his breathing and the warmth of his body pressed against yours, it’s hard to care about whatever’s happening on screen. instead, you keep playing with his hair, watching the way his shoulders loosen, how his lips part slightly when your fingers scratch just right, letting out a small, satisfied groan.

he’s quiet for a long time, lost in whatever half-asleep daze you’ve lulled him into, until you pause for a second to stretch your fingers. immediately, he whines, tilting his head back against your stomach to peer up at you.

“why’d you stop?” he asks, frowning.

you flex your hand, rolling your wrist slightly. “my fingers hurt,” you admit.

he lets out a sigh, pouting a little, "felt so nice, you didn't even scratch my head for that long." he lets out another whine, laying his head back down on your stomach, but still facing you.

you scoff, reaching with your hand to flick his forehead. “been at it for half the movie, baby.”

he grins, turning back around to lay his head down again, eyes back on the TV now, head nestled right below your ribs. “no? it's been like, what? 10 minutes...?"

you roll your eyes

after a few minutes, when your hand has stopped aching, you rest your fingers against his scalp again, just idly twirling a few strands. matt sighs, long and slow, eyes slipping shut. you barely get a few minutes in before he speaks up,

“…you’re gonna start scratching again soon, right?”

you laugh, “yes. watch the movie, matt.”

© 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

dividers by @strangergraphics

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@middlepartmatt @emely9274 @impossiblecollectorcat @staargazr @sllutty-sturniolo @shadowthesim237 @sturns-mermaid @courta13 @grace-sturnz @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @ncm9696 @rcklessheavn @sophand4n4 @amyiasturnl @ivysturnss @loser41ifee @helpimateenagerinlove

[throatgoat4u]

IM GOODDDD HRUUU :PP

I'M GOOD I'M GOOD!!!! though i failed my ap bio test so :/

[shadowthesim237]

tag game ! 🎮

what's your favorite funny sturniolo triplets pic and your favorite game??

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-you don't have to be tagged to join! 💗

[st7rnioioss]

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© ST7RNIOIOSS est. 2023

[sluttapes]

⌞ 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞⌝

matthew bernard sturniolo

𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘴ㆍ𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯ㆍ𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬ㆍ𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴ㆍ𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ

matt’s fingertips dig into your hip, pressing you harder against his lap, head leaned against his chest as his other hand works between your thighs. the faint murmur of chris and nick’s laughter bleeds through the wall, muffled by the thrum of your pulse in your ears, and matt's heartbeat.

his breath is hot against your neck, lips brushing your skin as he whispers, “shhhh, i know sweetheart… gotta stay quiet for me.”

his fingers plunge deeper, curling just right, and you bite back a whimper, nails scrambling at his forearm. his palm smothers your mouth tighter, stifling the broken sounds fighting to escape.

“just a little more,” he coos, voice low and strained. “let me make you feel good.”

your legs tremble, sweat-slick and shaking, as he drags you through another orgasm—your third? fourth?—body seizing as slick spills over his knuckles. he doesn’t stop. the squelch of his fingers is obscene, rhythmic, loud, but his rhythm never falters.

“c’mon,” he grits out, hips shifting under you, his own arousal obvious against your back. “i know you can do it.”

the pad of his thumb grinds against your clit, relentless, and you writhe, tears pricking your eyes. overstimulation burns like fire, but he’s merciless, murmuring, “shh, baby, one more. you can give me one more.”

your back arches involuntarily, a silent scream trapped behind his hand as your body betrays you again, convulsing around him. clear liquid gushes, soaking his wrist, the couch, your thighs. “attagiiirl,” he breathes, finally slowing, easing you through the aftershocks with gentler strokes.

a floorboard creaks in the hallway. both of you freeze.

“matt?” nick’s voice, closer now. “you good?”

his fingers slip free, glistening. he wipes them casually on his jeans, arm loosening around your waist. “yeah,” he calls back, steady. “just washing my hands.”

🎞 @tits4matt @loser41ifee @sweetshuga @nickysturnss @courta13 @sophsturns @starsforu @h3arts4nat @emely9274 @chestersturn @watercolorskyy @httpssturns @cherryystemm @adoremattsturns @jaybirdie34 @sturnspecial @secretaccountx5 @ivysturnss @fmalewokk @zenithsturniolo @iloveduckssm @facetimemethatpussy3

[espressqe]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑.𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

❛ gunna , trying new drugs with his girl , fucking in the

studio nd then using your moans in his song , watching his girl

perform , getting head , fighting people , wearing all black ,

eating high asf , spoiling his girl ❜

🏷️: @yourmother29 @hearts4werka @loser41ifee @sosasturns @scorpio1205

[ariheartsmatt]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐏𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐘!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ chris started working at the pizzeria mostly for the free food and flexible hours, but ended up staying because he genuinely likes the people ( and sneaking extra pepperoni into his friends’ orders )

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ he’s always got at least one bandaid on — sometimes from skating accidents, sometimes from just walking into stuff. they’re usually cartoon themed, like spongebob or scooby doo.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ his earbuds are busted but he refuses to replace them — “they still kinda work!”

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ chris is a master of finger guns. he does them automatically when he says “thanks, man” or “catch ya later!” it’s adorable.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ he doodles on pizza boxes when it’s slow — sometimes it’s smiley faces, sometimes it's cats on skateboards. if he really likes the customer, he’ll write a cheesy pickup line.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ he’s so bad at flirting on purpose but is accidentally charming all the time — like holding the door open while yawning or sharing his last slice without thinking twice.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ he keeps old movie ticket stubs and fortune cookie slips folded in his wallet because they feel lucky.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ chris doesn’t have a driver’s license yet — so he delivers pizzas by board and knows every shortcut in town.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ he doesn’t like drinking coffee because he thinks it tastes weird, and even just one cup makes him jittery.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ he always adds extra toppings to your order ( even if you didn’t ask ) it’s his love language.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ he’s had the same skateboard since he was eleven and he won’t get a new one because it’s the one he learned on.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ chris loves drawing little comic strips in his old notebook. he has a series inspired by himself, very creatively, named pizzaman, and he shoots stringy cheese instead of spiderwebs.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ he keeps old voicemail messages from you. especially the one where you say his name all drawn-out like “chrissssss.” he listens to them over and over while giggling and kicking his feet.

꒰ 𖤐 ꒱ he’s a little scared of how clever and sparkly you are, but also loves when you yap so much he doesn’t even have to say anything — he just watches, starstruck.

hope everybody enjoyed <3 had a few rough weeks but missed writing !

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[malsmind]

you and matt laid sprawled out on his bed, the late afternoon sun spilling through the blinds in lazy golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. the air smelled faintly of his cologne—something woodsy with a hint of spice. matt stretched out beside you, his frame sinking into the mattress, one arm tucked behind his head. he’d ditched his shirt a while ago, claiming it was “too hot,” leaving him in just a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. his chest rose and fell with easy breaths, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he caught you staring. “what?” he muttered, voice low and playful, his eyes glinting with that familiar mischief.

the moment had been building for a while—little touches, teasing comments, the way his hand had brushed your thigh when he’d leaned over to grab his phone. now, you shifted closer, your fingers trailing down his stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin and the faint ripple of muscle underneath. he tensed slightly, anticipation flickering across his face as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down. his cock sprang free, already half-hard, thick and flushed at the tip, resting against his stomach. matt let out a soft, breathy laugh, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you, his smirk widening like he knew exactly where this was going.

you settled between his legs, your hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the heat radiating off him. his breathing hitched, and he murmured something under his breath—probably some dumb, cocky line he thought sounded smooth. but then, just as he was waiting, his eyes locked on yours with that eager glint, you couldn’t resist. you wrapped your fingers loosely around his shaft, and gave his tip a little tap-tap-tap like you were testing a microphone, and grinned up at him. “is this thing on?” you asked, voice dripping with mock seriousness.

matt froze for a split second, then burst out laughing, the sound deep and unrestrained, filling the room. “oh my fuckin' god.” he managed between chuckles, his head tipping back against the pillow. his whole body shook with it, the tension breaking as his cock twitched in your hand, still very much “on” despite the interruption. he raked a hand through his messy dark hair, still grinning as he looked down at you, eyes bright with amusement and something hotter underneath. “alright, comedian, you actually gonna do something with that or you just tryna be weird?”

© 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws !!

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@cupiidk1lls inspired me to do this because i posted that meme a month ago LMFAO

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