#nick can choke

[riosnecktattoo]

😭😭😭 rewatch the Rio back story ep and my heart ☹️☹️ . Like nick was such a hateful lamo loser lmao . He was so jealous of Rio like??? I guess charisma good looks and talent didn’t run in the family 😭

LMAO truly the most hateful loser ever 😅 not everyone can be a 10 Nick rip

[n6ptunova]

how’s he cute and hot at the same time????? AND HIS ARM

[sturniolotwins]

CHRISTOPHER OWEN STURNIOLO 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

he looked so good in this video it’s insane 🫦

[solarsturniolo]

𝕿𝖔𝖔 𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 // 𝕮.𝕾. // 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

𝖇𝖞 𝕹𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖊💋

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: chris hasn't gotten off in six weeks and desperately wants to get off

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: SMUT / mommy kink / overstimulation / sub(ish)!chris / mentions of puppy sub kink / sharing is caring :) minors dni

𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗: these stories are fictional :)

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2554

The soft hum was the only sound in the room, apart from Chris’s heavy breathing. Still bound to the silk fabric covering his eyes, all he could see was the faint glow of light where the bridge of his nose pushed the blindfold off of his face. He laid still, practically vibrating with anticipation. He could feel the heat from her thighs only inches from his face. 

“What’s on your mind?” Her voice floated around him like a sweet melody. 

“You.”

“More specific, Christopher,” she demanded with a gentleness in her tone. 

“P-Please,” he begged. “I-I can’t…I…fuck,” he panted, throwing his head back against the pillow. 

“I believe in you,” she laughed lightly. He groaned, feeling her hot breath against his shaft. He went to try again, but gave up entirely when he felt her lips pressing a gentle kiss to his tip. It took everything in him not to buck his hips up and shove his cock down her throat, even though he really fucking wanted to. “Try again,” she cooed. 

Chris paused, collecting his thoughts as he felt her licking at his tip. “You, you’re the only thing on m-my mind, mama,” he breathed out, shuddering as her tongue swiped along his slit, tasting his arousal. “Fuck, I wish I could see your pretty pussy,” he whispered, leaning his head up a bit. “It’s so pretty, mamas. I could look at your pretty little pussy for days,” his confidence grew as he spoke, and so did his desire for her. “Please let me taste you, I’ll make you feel so good. Please sit on my face,” he whispered, running one of his hands up her thigh, digging his fingers into the plush skin. “God please, I need to taste you again.”

Her hips sunk down closer to his face. His nose brushed lightly against her inner thigh and he navigated his way to her cunt with ease. With her silent approval, he nestled his face between her thighs, wasting no time to begin licking at her entrance eagerly. Her arousal was sweet, like the sweet nectar of fresh summer strawberries, dripping onto his tongue like honey. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. He had never tasted something more delectable in his life. If he was on his deathbed, his last wish would be to taste the sweetness between her legs one more time. Chris moaned, flicking his tongue against her clit. As if on cue, a filthy whimper escaped the girl on top of him. 

Chris smirked, doing it again, receiving the same outcome as before.

Just as he went to do it another time, his hips jolted forward, bucking into the air as a wave of pleasure ran through him unexpectedly. He whined, lips parting as the vibrations ran through his cock like electricity. 

“Oh, baby,” she purred. “You’re already making a mess.”

His aching cock throbbed, precum leaking from his swollen pink tip. He shivered as it began trickling down his shaft. “Holy fu-fuck,” he panted. Baby. His dick twitched. God he loved when she called him that. 

“Such a messy boy. Do you like how that feels, Chris?” She asked him, his name sounding like a lustful hymn as it fell from her lips mindlessly. She had no idea what she was doing to him, or maybe she did. She probably did. 

“Christopher.”

She definitely did.

“Y-Yes, yes,” he whined out. “G-God it f-feels s-so g-good,” he stammered. He could feel the vibrator being pressed to the base of his cock, stimulating both his shaft and his balls. He wanted to toss his head back, but he couldn’t bring himself to get out from between her thighs. Coming to his senses, he tightened his grasp on her thighs, pulling her hips closer to him. 

A single click echoed in the room. Chris choked out another whine as the vibrations grew more intense. 

“You need to be patient, baby-”

“C-C-a-an’t,” he exhaled, his voice wavering. 

“Yes you can.”

“P-Pl-lease,” he whimpered out and his hips bucked up unintentionally. He moaned as his cock grazed her face, he could only imagine the look in her eyes as he rutted against her face.  “S-S-orry,” he barely whispered.

“Look at you, like a little puppy in heat,” she giggled softly. She moved the toy, changing the angle that it was being held at against Chris’s aching cock. “You love this, don’t you?” she teased him. 

He was in no position to disagree. “Y-Yes, fuck, yes mommy,” he whined, moaning out again as another spot was stimulated on his shaft. “Sh-Shit, please can I eat your pretty pussy, please mommy, I’ve been so good,” he pleaded. “I-I’ve d-done everything you wanted, p-please let me t-taste you, I’ll do anything.”

She lowered her hips entirely, putting all of her weight onto his face. Chris didn’t waste a single second as he plunged his tongue inside of her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs; he wasn’t going to let her tease him the whole night. If that meant holding her onto his face until he made her cum, so be it. His breath hitched as the vibrator setting went up another notch, the click almost silent and covered up by their heavy breathing and filthy sounds of desire. “Fuck,” she squeaked out, rocking her hips against his tongue. “Such a naughty boy,” she hummed. 

Whimpers vibrated in the back of Chris’s throat while he continued to go down on her. He shook his head ever so gently, burying himself impossibly deeper between her legs. His nose pressed against her drooling core, his tongue against her clit as she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking herself on his tongue. There wasn’t a price Chris wouldn’t pay to watch her right now. Confined to the dark void behind the blindfold, he had to rely on his imagination and hope it would paint the picture for him perfectly. The thought alone made his cock twitch, his hips bucking once more. Another whorish moan fell from his lips as his cock grazed her cheek again. 

She tried to lift her hips away. She felt a tightening warmth in her stomach. She was close, but she wasn’t ready for things to be finished. She clicked the button on the toy in her hand, turning the setting up once, twice, three times. Chris choked out a cry, his hips involuntarily rutting forward again. “G-God, fuck,” he whined, running a hand along her spine and up to her neck, grabbing a fistful of her hair. 

“Chris-”

“Fu-uck,” he whimpered, pushing her face closer to his crotch. “M-Mo-mmy, pl-ease, s-so good,” he panted, bucking his hips up. The feeling of her skin against his shaft sent waves of pleasure through his body, his arousal running down his length. “G-Good b-boy, I’m a g-ood b-oy,” he choked out his words, a short pause following behind each word. His other arm, still wrapped around her waist, pulls her hips down to his face once more. He presses hungry kisses to her cunt. “P-Please, say I’m a g-good b-boy. S-Say I’m a g-ood b-bo-oy,” he chokes out again.

She whimpers, her grasp on the toy loosening as she let him take what little control he had. “Such a good boy, Chris. You’re such a good boy for me.” A shaky breath passes her lips as he flicks his tongue repeatedly against her sensitive clit. “O-Oh god,” she whined, attempting to lift her hips as she felt her orgasm growing closer. Chris refused, holding her in place as he abused her clit with his tongue. Overcome with pleasure, she released the toy in her hand, her mind growing foggy with her growing release. “So close, Chris, p-please don’t stop,” she pleaded, her eyes fluttering closed as her hips rocked against his face. 

The vibrator landed between them on the bed, pressing against Chris’s sack. His hips rutted upwards again. Unable to contain himself, Chris held her face down to his crotch, rutting against her at a desperate pace. “Aah, h-holy f-fuck,” he moaned. “Mmmhhh, f-fuck m-ommy,” he hiccupped, sucking softly on her budding clit. 

She wasn’t sure why she found it so hot, but his uneven thrusting against her face was driving her crazy. She stuck her tongue out, licking at his shaft with urgency, wanting nothing more than to get him off again, and he was very close to his second release. She watched in awe as his cock rutted upwards. “So needy. Such a horny little puppy,” she moaned softly, taking his dick in her hand and beginning to stroke him quickly. “Do you need to cum, baby?”

“Y-Yes, I- Aah, f-fuck,” he panted, licking and sucking at her folds, flicking his tongue expertly over her clit again, increasing his speed as he felt his orgasm inching closer and closer. He wanted her to cum first, he would wait as long as he needed to just to make her finish first. He felt her thighs closing in on him, his cock jolting at the feeling of her beginning to fall apart on top of him. “W-Want you to c-cum first,” he exhaled, sucking on her sweet bundle of nerves, his tongue running through her drenched folds. 

She whined, rocking her hips a few more times before she was coming undone. One last swipe of his tongue had her falling apart, the tightening warmth in her stomach releasing. “Ch-Chris!” She cried out. He pulled her down, flattening his tongue against her pussy as she finished, rocking her hips to ride out her orgasm. 

Chris lapped up her juices, afraid to waste even the littlest bit of her sweet nectar. His hips bucked up, the vibrator still stimulating him as it pressed against his balls. “F-Fuck I’m cumming. Fu-uck,” he hiccuped, arching his back, his shoulders tensing up. He rutted against her face once…twice…a third and final time. He whimpered as the warmth engulfed him, his brain growing fuzzy. He moaned out as each wave of pleasure ran through him, thick hot ropes of cum coating her face. He bucked his hips, an aftershock pulsing through his cock, another spurt of cum leaking down his shaft, which she attended to quickly, licking him clean. 

Chris panted, whimpering as the vibrations continued. He whined, bucking his hips up repeatedly. “F-F-Fuck,” he cried out. She took ahold of the toy once again, pressing the vibrator to Chris’s sensitive tip. “Aah, unghhh f-fu-uck, s-so g-good,” he sobbed, his thighs beginning to shake from the intensity of his orgasm, and now from the overstimulation. “Oh g-god, f-fu-uck y-yeah,” he exhaled, collapsing back against the bed, squirming underneath the toy that she was pressing to the head of his cock. 

She repositioned herself to sit between his legs, still stimulating his painfully hard dick. “You wanna take off your blindfold?”

“G-God please,” he begged.

“Go ahead, pretty boy.”

He ripped the blindfold off, looking at the beautiful girl in front of him. Her face was still covered in the mess he had made from his last orgasm. He watched with lustful eyes as she collected his cum on her fingers, licking herself clean. “So messy,” she purred. 

Chris couldn’t even form words. He winced, the stimulation beginning to be too much for him to handle. He threw his head back against the pillow, lips parted, filthy whimpers spilling from his mouth. A sheen of sweat glistened across his forehead. “C-Can’t d-do another,” he whimpered. 

“I think you can.”

“N-No, i-its too m-much,” he whined, his eyes closing tightly as he felt that familiar warmth growing in his stomach again. 

“You know what to say if you want me to stop, don’t you?” She asked, turning the vibrator up onto the highest setting. Chris bit his lip, throwing his head back again, his hips lifting involuntarily at the intense sensation. “Did you forget your safe word?” 

“N-No-o,” he panted, grasping the sheets in a tight fist. 

“No what?”

“N-No m-mommy, I r-remember it,” he exhaled shakily, pursing his lips as his eyes fluttered open, looking up at her. 

“Don’t you like when mommy makes you cum?” She teased, running a hand up his thigh. He looked at her, his eyes hooded. He could barely process the words she was saying, all he could think about was the pleasure coursing through him, the intense vibrations making his cock throb and twitch. He nodded his head, his mouth feeling dry from how vocal he had been. “You haven’t been soft all night, how many times am I gonna have to drain your balls before you’ve had enough?” She continued, enjoying the effect she was having over him. 

He couldn’t answer, he couldn’t even think straight. His gaze flickered down to her thighs, thinking about how soft they would feel if he fucked his cock between them. He looked back up at her face, her swollen lips taunting him and his imagination as he thought of her taking his entire shaft down her throat, fucking her mouth until her makeup ran and she had drool running down her chin. His third orgasm grew closer with each filthy thought that invaded his mind. Her soft lips sucking on his sack, his cock sliding between her perky breasts while she sucked on his tip, him teasing her folds with his shaft, watching her squirm under him and beg him to fuck her senseless. 

“C-Cl-lose,” he choked out. 

“Are you close, baby?”

He nodded desperately. “M-Mommy-”

“How do you feel?” She smirked at him.

“G-Good, feels s-so good-”

“Try again. How do you feel, baby?”

“I feel amazing, miss,” he sobbed. “Oh g-god, just like that,” he panted, her free hand beginning to stroke his length once more. “Just like that, mommy. F-Fuck, nngh,” he whimpered, bucking his hips up into her hand. 

“My, my… look at you, so desperate,” she whispered. She watched him, loving the sight in front of her. Chris humping her hand, so desperate to reach his third orgasm of the night. He panted and moaned with each thrust. “Do you wanna cum?”

“S-So-o b-ad,” he breathed out. “Mommy, oh g…I can’t…fuck…mmmh…mommy…” he panted heavily, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead as he continued fucking his cock into her hand. 

She abruptly removed her hand and the toy, shutting it off. Chris whined, lifting his hips up. “N-No, p-please, I’m a good boy, mommy,” he hiccupped. “I’m a good boy, I’ve been a good boy, p-please mommy. Keep playing with me, please mommy.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You talk a lot, you know that?” she whispered. 

Chris blushed wildly. “S-Sorr-”

“It’s fucking hot,” she interrupted his apology. 

“Wh-Why did you stop,” he whined, his dick aching with desire. “I was s-so close-”

“It’s about time we get to the fun part,” she responded, kissing him again. She noticed his heavy breathing. “You okay?” 

“Y-Yes, mommy.”

“You think you’re up for it?”

“Fuck, yes m-mommy.”

She smiled at him, running her fingers through his messy sweaty hair. “How do you want it?” She asked him. 

He let out a shaky breath. 

She chuckled. “Your favorite?”

He nodded. He couldn’t trust himself to form words right now. 

She kissed his lips one last time. “Go ahead, baby. Do whatever you want, you have the control now.” 

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: welp, niagara falls might go out of business after this update. part 4 re-upload!! thank you all for the love and support on this story! New part coming soon, i promise! please reblog and share :)

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘:

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: August 1

“Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand

[drewstarkeysgf]

AHHHHHH HES INSANE FOR THIS

[ctl-yuejie]

someone remind me to make a gifset of boston going for people's throats during sex

[sbblake]

sick to my stomach rn thinking of how b*n Immediately denied him & charlie were boyfriends in s1 when charlie assumed they were vs then charlie purposefully asking nick in ep8 if they were boyfriends on the beach and nick being like UM DUH?? bc charlie was scared to assume they would just be together (even after everything + the way their love for eachother had blossomed thruout the season) in fear of getting the same reaction he did w b*n despite the way both dynamics resembled what a “couple” is (healthy or not).

charlie wasn’t in the wrong when he assumed him & ben were together imo like?? they literally did things people do when they’re typically in a relationship but charlie, at the time, didn’t know he was just being used and by ben freaking out when charlie assumed they were together it completely skewed charlie’s view of what does and doesn’t constitute being in an “official relationship”. (obv communication is key involving smth like this but thats not the point) and so when he was in a similar position with nick (not being used but having to keep their feelings under wraps, etc) and then they went on the date in s1e8 charlie still couldn’t be 100% sure nick even wanted to officially be with him despite all the neon signs pointing to the fact he VERY MUCH DID!! and when nick basically said he thought they were already boyfriends, charlie was so surprised bc in his mind he didn’t think smth like what they had could happen for him especially after the situation w ben and how their unhealthy relationship was

[rithmeres]

*starts listening to the thg playlist*

augh -1 health

oof -1 health

ugh! -1 health

mmf -1 health

ugh! -1 health

augh -1 health

etc

GOOD that’s the effect i wanted >:)

[welove-thedirection]

June: I killed Fred Waterford.

Luke: … Ok.

June: Tore him to shreds with my bare hands.

Luke: You did what????

June: And I loved it.

Luke: 😦

June: I killed Fred Waterford.

Nick: Slay.

June: Tore him to shreds with my bare hands.

Nick: Period.

June: And I loved it.

Nick: I love you.

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Cozy RoboDad enjoying his steak.

[riosnecktattoo]

Ok this is soo random but I was always so confused about Nick's backstory??? Like were we supposed to think that Nick was the brains behind the operation the entire time?? Like how much was Rio and Nick working together? Was it 50/50. I feel like Nick's MO is that he was always super jealous of Rio because hello??? And always took credit for everything that Rio has built on his own. Is that a correct read? What's your opinion 🧐 also bonus but what do you think Beth's impression of Nick is?

firstly I think it's very important to remember that Nick is 5'9 like that informs so much

secondly I don't think we're meant to think he's the brains at all I mean he was giving Dense™. I try not to think of him but I got the vibe he and Rio operated in tandem to help eachother out, Rio from the actual crime side making money and Nick from his smarmy good guy façade role as a councilman to help bend the law when Rio needed it. Mutually beneficial but something Rio chafed against cause Nick is Nick and who wouldn't want to get rid of him tbh

Beth 'I'm 🤢 not doing 🤢 anything 🤢 with the brousin 🤢' Boland at best thought Nick was a fun way to find things out about Rio.

[yoditorian]

everything’s coming up milhouse (derogatory)

[sturniolotwins]

Matthew if you see this just know I got a big ass and big tits 🥳

[sturniolohouse]

That's Life - M.S

A.N: After the stream where Matt said he liked the name June– which has been a name on my baby list for YEARS now – I couldn't stop thinking about this scenario, so I decided to write it. Sorry if it's bad. (I'd also say they are still very young in this, maybe 23/24. But imagine any age you want, I don't really specify.) Hope you enjoy!

summary: dad!matt - a cute snippet of Matt and y/n becoming brand new parents and Chris and Nick meeting their niece for the first time. mainly fluff :')

warnings: none, really. maybe swearing and mentions of blood? (also use of y/n because apparently that is hated? idk)

word count: 2.4k

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"Kid, hold her fucking neck." Matt panics as Chris readjusts in his seat on the couch.

"Matt shut the fuck up, I think I know how to hold my own niece." he retorts.

"No, you clearly don't you idiot."

I peer to my left, he holds her with one hand under her head and one hand under her butt, propping her in front of him on his lap. She's perfectly fine, Matt just worries.

"Look she's fine. She's with uncle Chris." Chris looks at her adoringly but Matt cautiously watches, biting his nails.

"How are you feeling?" Nick asks beside me, rubbing my shoulder as I eat my burger. I was starving and the first thing I wanted after giving birth was In and Out, so Matt made sure Nick and Chris brought it for me.

"I'm so tired but just relieved everything went okay."

It was a long labor, almost 20 hours and about an hour of pushing. I waited to the very last minute to get an epidural and Matt almost passed out once he saw what it actually was.

-

"That goes in your fucking spine?" He squeaks, his face turning pale as he nearly keels over.

I'm sat up with the anesthesiologist behind me prepping the needle. I grab Matt's forearms and bring him to stand between my legs so he's hunching in front of me before I collapse my head into his chest and groan.

"Don't fucking look at it, hold my hands." I seethe through the pain as I wait for the contraction to pass.

"I'm so sorry," He says into my ear as they stick the catheter into my spine and I stay as still as possible.

"I want In and Out after this is all over," I breath out, beginning to feel my lower half go numb.

"I'm getting you whatever you fucking want, sweetheart." He looks me dead in the eyes.

-

"It's kinda fucking nuts that she was just inside you, how the fuck did you like..." Chris speaks up looking between the baby and me. "Push her out..." He hesitates and I burst out laughing as Matt throws his arms up and shakes his head at him, stopping himself from knocking Chris' shoulder.

"Well, it wasn't easy." I wipe my tears from my eyes due to my laughter and Nick gives me my water so I don't choke on my dry ass fries.

"Women are the strongest people on the planet." Nick chimes and Matt smiles proudly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's fucking right. So much respect after all I witnessed." Matt rubs his eyes, seeming to be mentally reflecting the past 36 hours.

"She's so fucking cute, looks nothing like Matt." Chris comments, a small smirk growing on his face at the playful jab.

"Okay, give her back you're pissing me off." Matt quickly but gently takes her back even as Chris protests and pouts, sulking back into his chair.

"Lost your baby holding privileges," Nick points at him as Chris makes a face and sticks his tongue out, a throaty bellow echoing in the hospital room.

Nick immediately hushes him. "Can you not act like a barbarian? Fucking idiot." He scolds him.

Matt cradles her softly and my heart still melts at the sight of him holding her. It makes everything I went through so worth it. The both of them do.

-

I lay there in shock with a wailing baby placed on my chest. I look up at Matt on my left and he's got his hand over his mouth and tears brimming his eyes, staring at our baby with so much love.

My chest blooms with warmth and I look down at our daughter. Anyone else would look at her and think she was gross, being purple, covered in goop and blood, but she was quite literally breathtaking. Matt blubbers and bends down so he's more level to me.

"Oh my fucking god," he laughs through his emotion, wiping his eyes quickly and placing a hand on her blanketed back, her cries dying down.

"How the fuck did you do that? You're amazing oh my god." He rambles, kissing my sweaty hairline and I shake my head not really knowing how I did this either.

They let Matt cut the umbilical cord before taking her off me to bathe her quickly.

Matt grabs my face checking in on me. He scans all over my face,"You okay? You did so good, oh my fucking god." I nod quickly, feeling my adrenaline still rushing. It's a weird feeling to describe, but I am so happy.

"She was so tiny, did you see her?" I ask him, my voice a little shaky and he nods laughing, tears still shining in his eyes.

"I did, I did. She's perfect. Thank you." He kisses my lips this time and then looks over to the nurses bringing her over to him.

"You want to hold her, dad?" The nurse smiles and he visibly pales but nods nonetheless and takes her into his arms.

He looks at her and begins to tear up again, having to compose himself by looking up shaking his head. When he looks back at me, I'm sent me over the edge into my own fit of tears.

I would relive this day over and over again to just see that look on his face.

-

He walks over to Nick who's still beside me, bouncing her slightly.

"Nick, cmon. You've yet to hold her." Matt nods toward Nick to take her from his arms. Nick immediately shakes his head and steps back.

"No she's too fresh and tiny. I don't want to break her." He declines.

"Chris get him the pillow. Nick, hold her. You won't break her I promise you." I give him a reassuring rub on the arm and his eyes widen.

"I'm scared," He squeals quietly as he sits down in the chair and Chris sets up the pillow in his lap. Nick covers his mouth as he watches Matt walk over to him. 

Chris puts a hand on his shoulder, "Nick it's gonna be fine." He giggles at his antics and I stifle my own laughter.

"Dude c'mon, I'm telling you to hold my kid not a bomb." Matt rolls his eyes and Nick flips him off.

Matt places her carefully so she's snug in Nick's arms and he freezes immediately.

"What do I do?" He looks up at me in fear.

"Just that. You're doing fine. See, she's perfectly content in your arms." I tell him softly and grab Matt's arm so he stands next to me.

I kiss his forearm and he looks back at me with a warm smile, wrapping his arm around me and sitting beside me on the bed. He pulls me in gently before kissing the top of my head.

"I'm trying to see any real defining features in her but she quite literally just looks like a baby," he studies her face as Chris takes photos of them.

"She definitely looks more like y/n," Matt says, rubbing my arm lightly before stealing one of my fries from my tray.

"I think she has my nose for sure. She hasn't really opened her eyes yet, maybe you can try and wake her up. The nurse should be coming soon to help me feed her."

"I just realized, what's her name?" Nick asks, lightly rubbing her cheek with the back of his finger to try and wake her.

"Yeah, have you guys finally decided?" Chris sits down next to Nick on the couch.

Matt and I look at each other. We had been debating her name since we first saw her face. Of course we had a list prepared but we didn't want to settle on a name until we could match it to her face.

It was hard agreeing on names at first as we had very different tastes but there was one that kept coming back up in conversation and once we saw her it was a no brainer.

I nudge Matt, "Go ahead, tell them." I lean my head against his shoulder.

"Her name is June," They 'aw' in unison.

"June Iris Sturniolo." Matt tells them her full name and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face. 

"I love that, such a sweet name.” Nick smiles down at her.

"Does it have a meaning? Or did you guys just like the name?" Chris pulls back her hat.

"Holy shit, she has a lot of hair." he comments.

"Explains all of my heartburn." I huff and Matt giggles beside me.

"We liked the name and we were looking at lot of nature names, month names, classic names. We landed on June a few times when going over names but didn't want to make it official until we saw her." I start and Matt nods before speaking up.

"Well, we had some music playing during the whole labor and everything but after Y/N started pushing, our playlist ended and started playing whatever. And right before June came out, the song That's Life by Frank Sinatra played. And in the song, there's a line that goes: You're riding high in April, shot down in May but I know I'm gonna change that tune when I'm back on top, back on top in June. Right when we heard that and then we saw her face, we knew that was her name." Matt concluded and I tear up.

"That's so fucking cool," 

"Stop I have chills, oh my god."

"And Iris was my grandmothers name, but we also liked how it sounded with June. It was proven really hard to find a middle name that sounded good with June and Sturniolo." I laugh.

“I love that her name has a cool story behind it that you can tell her one day.” Nick says and I get emotional thinking about telling my daughter the day of her birth.

"Hi June, you gonna wake up for us?" Chris speaks softly to her. She stays put as Nick and Chris look at her expectantly.

"I wouldn't want to open my eyes either if I were just in a a warm dark place for almost nine months and all of sudden I'm in a bright ass hospital room with a loud idiot." Matt speaks looking directly at Chris.

"She must take that after you," I say playfully and rub his chest. He rolls his eyes.

"Aw, a little Mattitude." Chris uses a baby voice, tickling her belly playfully. “Look she even makes Matt’s stank face he does when he’s mad.” He points.

“Oh my god she does,” Nick exclaims.

"Not to be weird, but you are all basically her father since you have identical DNA. Also if you guys have children one day, they'll be genetically June's half-siblings." I state my fun fact and all their faces drop.

Nick gasps, "Wait, that's actually crazy because I was just going to joke around and say 'aw she has my eye-bags'." His eyes widen and I shrug at him proving my point.

"That's so fucking weird." Matt shakes his head in realization.

Chris acts repulsed, putting a hand up. "Yeah, I don't like thinking about that. I'm no one's father, thank God." He does the sign of the cross.

"Yes. Thank God for that." Matt says shortly.

"I don't know, I think Chris will be a good dad one day." I defend him and Matt gives the side eye. 

"Thank you y/n," He says with a hand over his heart.

He walks over to me and gives me a side hug. I kiss his cheek, offering him a fry and he takes it appreciatively.

"I'm definitely staying the fun uncle." Nick states, turning his attention back to June. "One day, you'll be big enough to stay at Uncle Nick's and I'll get you anything you want without your parents knowing," he says quietly to her but we can all still hear him.

She begins to stir in his arms and he freezes again.

"Oh no, she's waking up. Is she gonna cry?" he panics. "Matt quick, take her."

"She might want the boob," he says taking June out of Nick's hold.

She begins to fuss and squirm but Matt calmly shushes her and begins to bounce lightly.

"It's her feeding time in 15 minutes, should I try without the nurse?" I look up at Matt and he shrugs.

"I don't see why not. She's clearly hungry now."

"Uh, should we leave?" Chris says awkwardly and I wave him off.

"I'm gonna cover myself don't worry. Unless you want to leave," I say nonchalantly, not having a care in the world after just about everyone in this hospital has seen me naked. But of course I won't be flashing anyone.

"Junie don't cry, here's mama. She's got the food." Matt tells her quietly, bringing her to me as Chris clears my lap for me and goes to sit down next to Nick again.

"My baby," I pout as I grab her and her little cries die down once she's in my arms. "You already know the deal sister, let's see if we can do this." I talk to her confidently hoping I can do this on my own.

Matt stands beside helping me cover up and get June in the right position.

"There you go, all better." Matt speaks to her softly as she latches on and I exhale in relief. "Good job, mama." He runs his fingers through my hair and rubs my neck.

The nurse walks in mid-feed and praises me. "Looks like you've got it under control here." She smiles and checks my vitals quickly before stepping back out of the room.

Once June finishes eating I burp her upright on my lap, facing her towards everyone. At this point she's wide awake and everyone is staring at her.

"Oh my gosh, her eyes are like, gray," Nick says. 

"Can she see me?" Chris waves at her, shaking his head and sticking his tongue out.

"Her eyes will most likely change color, they can change up until she's a year." I tell them. "And she can probably see you as a blob, Chris. Stop dancing." I tell him and he stops mid griddy. 

"Oh..." He looks defeated and she burps loudly in that moment, making him laugh. "Why does she burp louder than me, she's like 12 hours old." he jokes.

I feel Matt's hand on my shoulder again and he gives me another squeeze. I look up at him and smile tiredly, he leans down to give me a kiss. Something we rarely do in front of others because we hate PDA. But we can't help it this time.

 I hear a snap of a camera and we both look to see Nick with his film camera.

"I couldn't resist. First family portrait." he smiles softly. "I can't believe you're a father, Matthew."

"Believe it, kid."

"Nick, will you actually take our family photos when we get home." I ask rubbing Junie's back. 

"The fact that you even asked that," he says looking offended and everyone laughs. "Of course I will, though."

[hysteria-things]

HEYY I LOVE YOUR STORIES COULD YOU MAYBE DO ONE FOR CHRIS OR MATT WHERE HE MEETS A GIRL ON TOUR WHEN SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AND TELLS HER TO MEET HIM IN THE TOURBUS THEN YKK

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the versus tour takes place in your hometown! while doing autographs, you seem catch the matt sturniolo’s eye.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, choking if you squint, making out, oral (male and female receiving), dry humping (?), face fucking, spanking, p in v, overstimulation, dumbification, marking, some degradation/praising, hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, ROUGHH

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i added this to my welcome post but i’m going to say it here too. my requests are now CLOSED because i’ve been getting overwhelmed and i want to get them done LOL but my inbox is still open so feel free to chat with me :)

idk when i’ll open them again, but they will be eventually!

the moment you’ve been waiting for for months has finally arrived. you and your best friend hannah were lucky enough to get tickets to the sturniolo triplets tour in your hometown.

currently, the small talk line moves slowly but surely. your friend is decked out in purple for nick while you’re wearing blue for matt.

“we’re next!” hannah gushes, clapping her hands in excitement. she pushes you ahead of her. “i’m scared. you go first.”

you roll your eyes playfully. honestly, you’re not nervous to meet your favorites. you feel chill, which is the opposite of what you thought you’d be like.

matt greets you by hugging you tight and smiling. “how are you?” he asks, taking his card and signing it.

“i’m doing good.” you return his smile. “you liking the tour so far?”

he nods, eyeing you up and down. he feels something different about you. this doesn’t feel like any other small talk.

“i love it.”

the security man motions for you to go on ahead. of course, you listen and start to grab your items, but matt stops you. “do you have a boyfriend?”

see, if this were any other person you’d be weirded out by this question; but because it’s matthew sturniolo, you answer.

“nope.”

he licks his lips, taking the card that he signed and flipping it over to write something.

the scary security is getting angry and impatient with you, so you can only read what he wrote as you walk away. your eyeballs almost burst out of your skull.

i want to see you after the show.

now, you and hannah are standing in the red carpet line before the show actually starts.

you guys talk until it’s your turn, the both of you going since you want a group picture. first is chris, then nick, and lastly matt. he hugs you longer than the other two.

a chill runs down your spine when his voice tickles against your ear. “i’ll meet you outside later, right?”

he pulls away, getting ready to pose for the picture, but you nod for an answer.

“that was so much fun!” hannah screeches as you guys walk to the parking lot.

you agree, before stopping. “i need to go back and use the restroom. do you mind taking my stuff with you to my car?”

she grins, grabbing your stuff. “sure thing.”

you speed walk back to the venue, fewer and fewer people flooding the area as you wait.

a door opens moments later, sounding like the backstage door, and you turn to the source.

you blush, your cheeks heating up more and more the closer he gets with that damn smile on his face.

pinch me this can’t be real.

“hi,” he says lowly.

“hi,” you repeat back.

he looks at his watch. “they’re yapping away in there so we should have some time.”

you’re not sure what that means but again: since it’s matthew fucking sturniolo… you’ll listen without a doubt.

your heartbeat pumps rapidly in your chest when he sneaks you into the tour bus.

you kind of feel bad for leaving hannah behind… but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

the bus looks way bigger on the outside than the inside, and you’re still trying hard to wrap your head around that you’re with matthew. fucking. sturniolo.

he admires the way you take it all in with his hands shoved into his pockets. he’s sure you’re thinking about so many things right now, but the only thing he can think of is how badly he wants to fuck you.

thinking about a fan that way is insane, but he just finds you so much different than any other fan girl. you’re confident, kind, and gorgeous.

you finish observing the tour bus and smile wide at him. “it’s very cool in here.”

“yeah.” he chuckles. “the beds are a tight squeeze though.”

you giggle, and he steps closer. your mind runs a million miles a minute with each step he takes. “do you trust me?” he questions, now inches away from you.

you raise a brow suspiciously. “should i not?”

he smirks, shaking his head. “i’m just checking.” he places his hands on your hips gently, running them up and down.

leaning towards your ear, he whispers. “be good for me, yeah?”

your legs subconsciously squeeze together, and he cups your cheeks with his palms. he leans in slowly. he hesitates when his lips ghost yours to see if you’d protest, but because you don’t, he kisses you.

his tongue licks your lips to indicate that he wants you to open, but you don’t. you feel the coldness of his rings on the side of your neck before he squeezes. when you gasp at the sudden contact, that’s his sign for his tongue to enter your mouth. “you promised you’d be good.” he says between the kiss.

you smirk. “i didn’t promise anything.”

he snarls, leaning back in. the make-out goes on for at least thirty seconds before he pulls away, the lipstick you had on now smeared on both of your mouths.

your eyes have a mind of their own and look down, seeing his rock-hard erection as clear as day through his jeans. “get on your knees.”

your eyebrows shoot to your hairline at the sudden tone change, but you obey either way.

he wastes no time to unbuckle his belt to pull down his jeans, his dick springing out right in front of you. the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. you open your mouth wide without him having to tell you, and he smirks.

leaning in, he grabs your hair and stops you. “no.” he says.

instead, he slaps the head on your tongue before pushing in slowly. it’s like you can feel every vein enter your mouth, gagging in the process when he’s deep in your throat. “holy shit.” he breathes, seeing how much of him you took.

it’s not all of it, but it’s more than he thought. you give him puppy dog eyes through your lashes, despite them being glossy.

he starts to thrust into your mouth, jaw slack as he watches his dick run past your lips in one swift motion. the grip on your head stays tight, him hunching over slightly to get deeper.

you moan at the shape protruding in your throat, the gagging and sloppy wet noises making you turned on even more. “fuck i’ve been wanting to do this since you opened that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” he pants, moving at an ungodly speed that makes it hard for you to breath. “do you just let random guys use this mouth? sure seems that way.”

you moan again, lifting yourself off of the ground the tiniest bit so you can feel the top of his shoe on your swollen clit.

whimpering at the feeling, you start to grind yourself on it while he still fucks your mouth. your arms wrap around his leg, humping faster like a bitch in heat.

“that’s a little pathetic.” he laughs hoarsely, groaning when his dick twitches. “so, so needy for me.”

you let out a pained sob because along with your throat, the feeling of you grinding also hurts. it would be best if you had something way more than his shoe.

“s-shit.” he whimpers, pulling out to where only the tip is in your mouth, making sure you get all of his cum on your tastebuds. he smears the rest on your lips.

matt lifts you from the ground, bending you over the small table that they have. he grabs your ass before giving it a light spank.

it’s his turn to kneel now, simultaneously taking off your leggings. he bites your ass before sliding your panties over. you feel his breath against your aching core. “jesus christ.” he mumbles. “you’re dripping down your legs already. aren’t you just an eager thing?”

he spreads your folds with his thumbs, blowing cool air on them that makes you jolt. you’re too sensitive for that.

then, your phone starts to ring right next to you. it’s hannah.

shit.

you cannot not answer, because if you don’t she’ll think something is wrong. you swipe, putting the phone on speaker. “hell— oh.”

matt immediately digs into you, eating you out like he hasn’t eaten ever in his life.

“where the hell are you? i’ve been waiting by your car for like thirty minutes. using the bathroom shouldn’t take this long, y/n.”

the man below you squeezes your thighs, spreading yourself wider to practically be nose-deep inside of you. your eyes roll back hard, mouth hanging open with silent moans leaving it. “hello?”

“h-hannah i’m sorry i’ll— mm— be out s-soon. i’m sorry.”

“are you okay?” she questions.

with that, matt starts sucking at your bud, causing your legs to shake. you grip the table as hard as you can, your upper body giving out and laying flat on the surface in front of you.

“yes i’m fine!” you say, trying to reach for his head and push him away, but that only makes him grab onto you harder.

he’s fascinated by the way you taste it’s almost hypnotizing. your arousal drips down his chin, and the way he’s sucking has your orgasm wash over you without warning. “i’m cumming.” you whine, and you feel the smug smile on his face.

“oh, so you’re coming? thank god because it’s a little chilly out here,” hannah replies.

“fuck yes.” you moan but cover it by clearing your throat. “i mean, yes. i will be coming in a-a bit.”

she sighs through the phone. “okay.”

you quickly hang up without saying goodbye, holding on for dear life since your release knocked your legs out.

he holds you, getting up and wiping your cum off of his face. “you’re a bit of a bad girl, aren’t you?”

spank.

“leaving your friend out there all alone.”

spank.

“so that you can fuck me.”

spank.

“like a slut.”

spank.

you wince every time he hits you, the stinging tingling on your ass. he grabs your hips and arches you more.

he moves his tip up and down at your entrance teasingly, getting wetter by the second. “matt, please.” you whine, your pussy desperate for his cock. “please fuck me.”

he stops, waiting for a beat before pushing into you like it’s no big deal. he’s big for sure, but because of your wetness, he slides in perfectly. the both of you moan, and matt stares at where you conjoined. “your pussy’s fucking amazing.” he groans. “by far the best i’ve ever had.”

you start to bounce back on him since he’s taking his sweet ass time, but out of nowhere starts pounding into you.

whatever they have on the table starts to either fall or rattle from him railing into you. he takes your hands and pins them behind your back. “harder.” you wince out, and he whistles.

“you have no idea what you just asked for.” he says, doing the opposite and slowing down. “you won’t be able to speak, baby.”

baby. you moan at the nickname.

you’re way past the point of ‘omg i’m hanging out with matt sturniolo!’

you try bouncing your ass back again, but this time he smacks it and spreads your legs wider to plow into you deeper. “so impatient.” he sighs.

all you can do is scream and gasp for air with each thrust, hands balled up into fists.

your mind becomes blank once your eyes cross, your mouth hung open with your chin resting on the table. he hits just the right spot each time, squeezing around him.

“i— i—” you try to warn that you’re close, but your mind won’t let you.

he wasn’t kidding about the won’t be able to speak part.

“you can do it,” he says, knowing damn well you can’t.

your body becomes limp like a rag doll, matt having completely corrupted you.

he tuts fake pouting. “look who’s cock drunk. be a good girl and cum for me. you deserve it.”

blabbing a response, you squirt before cumming harder than before. usually, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too far gone to care.

“that’s so hot.” he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm. “come on, baby. one more.”

“i can’t.” you sob, his hand letting go of yours before wrapping your hair not once but twice to lift your body to his.

“you can and you will,” he says, your third orgasm already building up in less than two minutes.

tears run down your face, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. there’s no way the human body can have this much pleasure and be okay.

matt kisses your neck, sucking a big mark when he finds the sweet spot. “i know you’re close already.” he says, his cum starting to leak into you deep.

you can’t stop your body from spasming, letting out one last sob before you cum again.

he pulls out, laying down on top of you and rubbing around your body soothingly to calm you down from your heavy breathing.

he covers your full cunt with your underwear so his cum doesn’t ooze out. he kisses your clothed pussy, and you flinch from the sensitivity. “making sure it’s in there.” he smirks.

after a few minutes, he helps you sit on the table to put your undergarments back on. your eyes are half closed from the post-sex haze.

matt grabs you water and a bag of chips before giving you one last hug. you guys talk for a little before he makes sure the coast is clear for you to get out without being seen.

you’re limping like crazy back to your car, seeing hannah impatiently tap her foot while leaning against the door.

once she sees you, she comes storming over. “you’re so lucky you’re my best friend or i would kill you.” she threatens. “i’ve been standing here for an hour.”

“i’m sorry.” you rasp out.

she studies your face, and it looks like you quite literally saw god. “oh my god, are you sure you are alright? you look like you got jumped.”

“it’s the after-show feeling.” you lie. “i’m exhausted. let’s go.”

she doesn’t question anymore, not even the random snacks and water you have. you start the car and place the stuff matt gave you down until you see there’s a post-it note attached to the bag of sour cream and onion.

to my favorite fan,

xxx-xxx-xxxx

text me when you get the chance, gorgeous

- matt :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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