#p: matt

[oopsiedaisydeer]

for your pleasure

proceed at your own risk. these all feature sexual and nsfw content. all of these links are from twitter/x, you need to be logged into an account to view them!

chris sturniolo

you accidentally hear him jerking off (nsfw audio)

you love him but he has to wait before he cums (p!link)

comforting you by letting you grind on his thigh (p!link)

he finally gets to eat you out (p!link)

you love the feeling of his cock between your boobs (p!link)

you're his best friend, he wants to take things slow (p!link)

he loves kneading your ass (p!link)

getting rid of his boner before he goes out (nsfw audio)

holding you by the ankles (p!link)

he gets you and your underwear all sticky (p!link)

you can't even think when he's fucking you slow (p!link)

matt sturniolo

he can't focus on kissing you (p!link)

dry humping the mattress when you're away (nsfw audio)

you love when he takes his time (p!link)

he loves fucking your face from this angle (p!link)

matt tries his best to follow your instructions (p!link)

easy, boy (p!link)

soft, teasing make out with your boobs (p!link)

he loves putting in the work (p!link)

sharing a bed with your best friend (nsfw audio)

grinding against the bunny he got you (p!link)

pressing you into the mattress (p!link)

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws ꨄ

a/n: i don't usually watch this kinda stuff (i prefer reading) but ummm here u go?? im so nervous to post this😓

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[camzeecorner]

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚂��𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏!𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

giving nerd Matt his first orgasm

matt sends you a nut video with sound

tying nerd!matt up for fun <3

taking away Matt’s stress

Matt being a pathetic slut

letting Matt fuck you raw for the first time

when Matt is in control

seriously please bring back dry humping

you’re busy, he’s needy. somehow you made it work

riding Matt while his brothers are downstairs

giving Matt his first handjob

titty sucking

after multiple pleas and begs you finally decide to sit on his face

showing your boy how much you love him

Matt wants to play with you

humiliating Matt on camera

“Don’t put it in! I’m serious” you scolded. “I’m sorry baby it slipped” Matt moaned in pleasure.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” “how about a video? On your knees baby.”

You’ve pissed Matt off and he’s finally reached his limit

“Let’s go together, you know.. to save water”

“You look so good in that suit baby.”

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[saintormentor]

p u s s y t r a i n i n g c . s

i n w h i c h . . . chris comes home frustrated, and the only thing on his mind is fucking the anger away.

w a r n i n g s . . . smut, p in v, fem receiving oral, male receiving oral, pressuring, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, gagging, crying, creampie, aftercare, pussy spanking, rough language and handling, derogatory language (slut, whore, etc.)

it was unusual for chris to be annoyed with you, let alone be annoyed by your sounds. it was long day. it was clear in the sharp set of his jaw, the stubble decorating his cheekbones, and mostly the way his fingers twitched. oh, not to mention he nearly slammed the apartment door off its hinges. he was itching to take his anger out on something, and you sitting there all pretty drew in his attention.

it made your stomach turn—not with fear, but with a kind of electricity. because even though chris was quiet when he was angry, there was a weight to it. a pressure. like the air shifted. like your body instinctively braced, not because you thought he’d hurt you, but because you knew exactly what he needed.

he didn’t say hi when he walked in. didn’t kiss you like he usually did. just kicked his shoes off with a grunt and tossed his keys onto the counter so hard they skidded. his chest was rising fast. he paced once, twice, before his eyes cut to you on the couch like you were the one thing in the room still breathing too calmly.

you blinked up at him, lips parted, legs tucked underneath you, the blanket slipping off your shoulder.

“gonna look at m’like that?” his voice was low. rough. dangerous in a way that made heat pool in your stomach.

you swallowed. “like what?”

his jaw ticked. “like you want me to fuck y’dumb.”

your breath caught.

then—like a switch—he was walking toward you, slow but certain. a shadow of something wild in his eyes.

you didn’t move. couldn’t. didn’t want to.

“long fuckin’ day,” he muttered, stopping just in front of you. his hand slid into your hair, gentle for half a second before gripping tighter. “and you’re sittin’ here making those little sounds like you don’t know what that does to me.”

your thighs clenched. “i didn’t mean—”

“yeah, you did,” he snapped. but not angry with you. angry at everything else. and needing you to fix it.

he pushed the blanket off you fully, let his eyes drag over your bare legs, the tank top you wore without a bra, the softness of your skin. he exhaled like it hurt to hold back.

“you just gonna sit there,” he whispered, “or you gonna help me feel better?”

you bit your lip, heart pounding. “what do you want me to do?”

his answer was immediate. raw.

“get on y’knees.”

and you did—slowly, letting him see the way you obeyed, the way you ached to be good for him. he watched you, his hands fisting at his sides, chest heaving. his hoodie fell to the floor. the zipper hit the tile. his belt followed.

he stepped closer. tilted your chin up with two fingers. “open your mouth,” he breathed.

he paused his movements, brushing his thumb against your lips, which instinctively wrapped around it. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “you don’t even know what you do to me.”

you stayed still, let him press his thumb deeper until it brushed the back of your throat, until tears pricked in your lashes and your thighs rubbed together because the helplessness—the need—was already simmering through you.

then, finally, he undid his jeans.

you heard the clink of the buckle, the sharp hiss of fabric dragged down fast. his cock was already hard, flushed at the tip, and when he wrapped one hand around the base and stroked, just once, you could see the tension ripple down his forearm like he was barely holding it together.

“gonna let me use your mouth, baby?” he rasped, voice darker now. “i don’t even wanna think about today.”

you nodded, breath shaky, lips parting again.

he didn’t ask again. didn’t hesitate.

the first thrust was shallow—just the head, just enough to feel your lips wrap tight around him, to hear the wet click of spit when he pulled back. but the second? deeper. his hand cradled the back of your head and he fed it to you inch by inch, slow and deliberate. punishing in its control.

“that’s it,” he grunted, watching your eyes. “take it. open up for me.”

you hollowed your cheeks, let him slide deeper, let your tongue flatten underneath. he groaned, low and guttural, head tipping back for a split second before he looked down again, eyes locked on yours.

your hands gripped his thighs for balance, fingers digging into the denim around his knees. spit was already beginning to drip down your chin, and he fucking loved it—his hips rolled forward, just once, deeper than before, until you gagged around him.

“fuck, baby—just like that. let me use you.”

he didn’t stop.

he fucked your mouth like he needed it. like it was therapy. rough, rhythmic thrusts that made your eyes tear up and your core ache with every single pass of his cock over your tongue. you could hear yourself—wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet apartment along with his ragged breath and the muttered curses he kept spitting through clenched teeth.

“such a pretty little mouth. made to suck cock, huh?” he groaned.

you whimpered around him—both from the intensity and the way your thighs were soaked now, squirming for relief. and he noticed.

he pulled back suddenly, letting his cock slide free with a thick, wet sound. a string of spit stayed connected between you, and he wiped it away with his thumb, smearing it across your bottom lip like it was something holy.

you were gasping, flushed, mouth swollen. and still so fucking needy.

“get on the couch,” he said. “spread your legs. i’m not done with you.”

you scrambled back onto the couch, heart racing, legs shaking a little as you reclined against the cushions. chris’s eyes never left you—dark and glassy, like he was barely hanging on.

you pulled your tank top off first. no bra. his gaze dragged over your chest, the way your nipples were already hard from how wrecked he’d gotten you with just his voice and the weight of him in your mouth. he looked possessed.

“shorts too,” he muttered. “now.”

you shimmied them down, no underwear beneath. he groaned when he saw the slick mess between your thighs—your folds glistening, the soft little quiver in your thighs as they spread wider, like your body was begging for him.

“jesus christ,” he whispered, dragging a hand down his face before climbing between your legs on the couch. “you dripping for me already, baby? all that from sucking my cock?”

you nodded, breathless. “please—chris, i need—”

but you didn’t get to finish. because his mouth was on you.

no teasing. no warning. he dove in like he was starved, tongue dragging a thick stripe up your slit before his lips closed around your clit and sucked hard enough to make your whole body jolt. your back arched off the couch, a desperate cry ripping from your throat as your fingers shot into his hair, holding on.

he groaned into you—deep and filthy—as he licked, sucked, devoured you like he was mad about it. like tasting you was the only thing anchoring him after a shit day. and when he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, your thighs snapped around his head like instinct.

“fuck—chris, please—”

“shut up.” he didn’t stop. didn’t even slow. his fingers fucked into you fast and deep while his tongue circled your clit in tight, hungry patterns. you could hear the slick sounds between your legs, feel the obscene heat building in your gut, your whole body trembling under the force of it.

you were gonna come. and he knew it.

he pulled back just enough to speak—his mouth shiny, chin wet, voice low and raw.

“you gonna come for me, baby? on my fuckin’ face?”

“yes,” you gasped. “yes, chris—please, i’m gonna—”

“then fuckin’ come.”

and you did. hard.

your legs locked around his head, your body convulsing with it, loud and desperate and messy as everything cracked open inside you. he didn’t stop until you were twitching, whimpering, pulling at his hair to make him stop because it was too much.

but even then—he didn’t give you a break.

he climbed up your body, still hard, still leaking. lined himself up and looked at you like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“you want me to fuck you now?” he rasped.

you nodded, dazed, soaked, spent but aching for more. “please.”

and then he was inside you.

no condom. no pause. just a deep, brutal thrust that had your eyes rolling back as he buried himself to the hilt. you felt everything—the way he stretched you open, the way he filled you so completely you could hardly breathe.

he started to move—deep and punishing, slow at first just to watch the way your face crumpled, then faster, rougher, fucking you like he owned you.

“tight as ever,” he growled into your ear. “so fucking wet. you needed this, whore? needed me to fuck it outta you?”

“uh- uh huh.” you whimpered, a little too loud for comfort.

“too loud,” he cooed, voice laced with mock sympathy as his hips drove into you again, deeper this time. “be a little quieter.”

and sure, you tried.

and sure, you failed. miserably.

because how could you be quiet when he was fucking you like this? when your back was arched, legs hooked over his shoulders, his cock slamming into you so perfectly, so brutally, that your vision blurred? every stroke knocked another breath out of your lungs, dragged another sound from your throat—whimpers, gasps, cries that bordered on sobs.

“mm-mm,” he tutted, not slowing at all. his hand slid up your throat, not choking but holding, thumb pressing just beneath your jaw as your head lolled back. “you don’t listen. always so fuckin’ loud when i tell you to be good.”

your mouth hung open, but no words came—just a broken little moan as he shifted his angle and hit something dangerous inside you. your nails clawed at the cushions, your hips twitching against his grip.

“what’s that?” he whispered, leaning closer so his lips brushed your ear. “gonna come again?”

you nodded frantically, body trembling, throat too tight to speak.

“huh. ‘course you are.” he gave a sharp thrust that made you cry out again. “can’t even help yourself, can you? so fuckin’ needy. you like this? getting ruined on my cock while you make all those pretty little sounds?”

you sobbed out a yes, not even caring how pathetic you sounded. you were gone—fucked dumb, so deep in it your body barely felt like your own.

his grip tightened around your throat.

“come then,” he growled. “and keep your eyes on me while you do it.”

and somehow, somehow, you managed it—staring up at him with tears on your lashes and his name breaking on your lips as your whole body shattered beneath him. your muscles clamped around his cock, spasming hard, your moans spilling out no matter how hard you tried to bite them back.

and he loved it.

because a second later, he was losing it too—hips stuttering, a filthy groan dragged from his chest as he spilled into you, deep and hot, holding you open with both hands as he came with a force that left him trembling.

he stayed there for a moment, still inside you, breath hot against your cheek.

“you really don’t know how to shut up,” he murmured, smirking against your jaw. “guess i’ll just have to keep fuckin’ you ‘til you learn.”

you took in deep breaths, trying to blink the stars from your vision, your body still twitching from the aftershocks. every nerve felt like it was on fire. every breath tasted like chris.

but just when you thought you’d come down from your high—

smack.

a hard slap landed square against your already soaked, overstimulated pussy. the sound echoed off the walls, sharp and wet, and your whole body jolted with a strangled cry.

“fuck!—chris—” you gasped, hips twitching away instinctively, only for his arm to hook around your thigh and yank you right back where he wanted you.

“mm-mm, shhh,” he hummed, low and dangerous as he knelt between your legs, his voice thick with post-orgasm haze but laced with something hungrier now. “gotta train this pussy to be quiet.”

he ran two fingers through your folds—slow, almost gentle—and you whimpered at the contact. you were so sensitive you couldn’t think straight. he watched your hips jerk, your thighs tremble, and his grin deepened.

“look at this messy little cunt,” he muttered, dragging your arousal—his cum—down to your clit, circling it until your back arched off the couch again. “still so fuckin’ wet. still leaking for me.”

“chris—too much, i can’t—”

“you can,” he said calmly. “and you will.”

and then his mouth was back on you.

no mercy. no patience. just relentless, obscene suction on your clit while two fingers curled deep inside you again, stretching your swollen walls and dragging moans from your lips that you couldn’t even begin to hold back.

you thrashed, breath catching, tears slipping down your cheeks from how intense it was—your thighs trying to close, your hands scrambling for something to grip, something to ground you.

but he held you open. forced you to take it.

“you said you’d be good,��� he growled against your skin. “so fucking be good.”

your body betrayed you. despite the overstimulation, despite the ache—your orgasm was already building again, terrifying in its speed, the pressure crushing.

“no—chris, i’m gonna—i can’t—please—”

“shut up. yes. yes you can,” he snapped, rubbing hard circles over your clit while his fingers fucked you fast and deep and relentlessly. “you’re gonna come for me again. right now.”

and you did.

you came harder than before—louder, wetter, your entire body locking up as a gush of release flooded his hand and the couch cushions below. you sobbed through it, shaking uncontrollably, legs twitching as he kept going just a second longer, milking it out of you, letting you writhe and cry and fall completely apart.

only then—only then—did he slow, pulling his fingers out, slick and glistening, before sucking them clean with a low, satisfied hum.

he leaned over you, gaze molten, his voice barely above a whisper.

“that,” he breathed, “was for making all those sounds.”

your whole body was trembling, soaked and flushed, your chest rising in frantic little pants as you tried to ground yourself—but chris wasn’t done.

not even close.

you barely had time to blink before he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over—face pressed into the cushions, ass up, legs spread wide.

“look at this mess,” he muttered, dragging his fingers down your slick folds again, letting your wetness drip down your thighs. “you’re fucking dripping. ruined my couch already.”

you whined into the cushion, heat blooming in your cheeks at how wrecked you were, at the way your body was betraying you—still aching, still needy.

he gave your pussy another hard slap.

smack.

“quiet. stay just like that,” he growled. “don’t fuckin’ move.”

you nodded, barely managing a broken little yes before the blunt head of his cock was back at your entrance. he didn’t ease in this time—he slammed into you, hard and deep, making you cry out into the pillow, your body jolting forward from the sheer force of it.

“fuck, yes,” he groaned, gripping your hips so tight you knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. “this pussy’s never felt so good. all wet and twitchy for me. greedy fuckin’ thing.”

you couldn’t speak. you could only moan, every sharp thrust driving you higher again, overstimulation and desire colliding until you felt like you might explode.

he leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, one hand coming up to fist in your hair and yank your head back, forcing you to arch.

“you like getting fucked like this?” he rasped against your ear. “like a little toy? used until you can’t think?”

you whimpered—yes, a thousand times yes—but all that came out was a gasping, wrecked little moan.

“that’s what i thought,” he muttered, pounding into you harder. faster. the couch creaked beneath you, the wet sounds between your bodies obscene. “you’re fucking perfect. made for this. made for me.”

he reached around, fingers finding your clit again, and you screamed—your whole body jerking, pleasure sparking up your spine like lightning.

“no, no—chris, i can’t—”

“shhh. it’s okay. you can,” he growled. “one more. give me one more.”

you were sobbing into the cushions, eyes rolling back as your body spiraled out of control. every nerve was on fire, every part of you begging for relief. he rubbed tight, relentless circles over your clit while his cock pistoned into you, deeper and harder and faster.

“come on, baby,” he grunted. “be a good fuckin’ girl. come for me.”

and you did.

your orgasm hit like a fucking bomb—your body clenching around him so hard he shouted, thick ropes of cum spilling into you as he fucked you through it, your legs trembling, your voice hoarse from screaming his name.

he collapsed over you, still buried deep, breath ragged against your neck.

your bodies were a mess of sweat, slick, and sex—his cum leaking down your thighs, your skin sticky with heat and every inch of you raw from how good it felt.

you stayed like that, both of you catching your breath.

for a moment, neither of you moved.

not because you didn’t want to—but because you couldn’t.

your body was limp, twitching with the last echoes of your orgasm, and chris’s weight on top of you was grounding in a way that made your heart ache. your breath came in short, shaky bursts, your cheek pressed into the cushion, legs splayed open, thighs sticky with slick and cum and sweat.

then, slowly, he softened inside you and let out a quiet, exhausted breath.

you felt him press a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade. another to your spine. then he whispered, “you okay?”

your throat was dry, but you nodded. “mmhmm.”

he was already moving—slipping out of you carefully, fingers brushing down your sides like he didn’t want to let go just yet. he helped you shift, cradling you gently into your back as your body trembled, and when he looked at you, the cocky edge was gone.

now, it was just him.

your chris.

the one who made sure you were breathing. who checked your pulse. who brushed the hair from your damp forehead with the back of his hand and kissed your temple like it was the only thing keeping him calm.

“too much?” he asked softly, voice thick with something real now—guilt, maybe. or just love.

you shook your head, curling into him.

he exhaled like he needed to hear that. then he stood, only for a second, disappearing into the bathroom. you heard the faucet run, the sound of a towel being soaked, rung out. he came back and knelt beside the couch, warm washcloth in hand.

“spread for me,” he said, but this time, there was no demand. no teasing.

you did, cheeks flushed, and he cleaned you gently—every swipe careful, reverent. he wiped away the mess between your thighs, his cum dripping down your skin, and kissed your knee once he was done.

“you’re so good,” he murmured. “such a sweet girl.”

you smiled, hazy and warm, and reached for him. he wrapped you up in his arms, pulling the blanket over both of you, burying his face in your neck like he wanted to disappear into your skin.

“sorry i came in all pissed n’ shit,” he said after a minute. “you didn’t deserve that.”

you carded your fingers through his messy hair. “you didn’t take it out on me. you let me take it from you.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you.

and then he kissed you—soft, slow, open-mouthed. nothing hungry now. just grateful.

“you always do,” he whispered.

“i always will,” you promised. he held you tighter.

he couldn’t even remember why he was mad earlier.

a / n . . . if this flops theres no point to live on

[strnlslut]

THE SMIRK??? IS HE PUSHING IT DOWN?????

[sturni-hole-o]

NSFW P!Links Part 5 - Chris and Matt Sturniolo

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK - X RATED CONTENT (need Twitter account to view)

(You get 14 each today instead of 12, I'm feeling generous, you're welcome x)

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Matt:

✮ On the couch playing with your pussy

✮ Slamming into you in some public bathroom

✮ Only moans like this when he's extra horny for you

✮ Fucking into you hard with his fingers

✮ On the couch playing with your pussy, again (his fave thing to do)

✮ Watching TV turned into this

✮ Loves how wet you get for him

✮ Bouncing on it

✮ Fucking you while you play Fortnite (also Chris energy)

✮ Beard Matt backshots

✮ When he's being gentle with you

✮ Eye contact

✮ How y'all be fucking 90% of the time

✮ Sitting on his face

Chris:

✮ Midday, just got back from lunch

✮ Post fuck cuddles (big baby)

✮ Going dumb on your pussy

✮ Cuddling turns to grabbing

✮ He couldn't resist finger fucking you in that tiny skirt

✮ Fast, sloppy doggy

✮ Taking you on his desk

✮ Convincing him to cum inside you (pretending he doesn't love it)

✮ His fucking stupid grabby hands again

✮ Had to pull over and fuck you on the hood

✮ I just KNOW he does the tapping thing

✮ Loves sucking on your tits while you ride him

✮ Making sure you cum before you sleep

✮ Watching his fingers pump into you gets his cock hard

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[malefantcsy]

★⋆. MATT STURNIOLO P! LINKS

ⓘ 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌， 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽．

dilf! matt when he had to get ready for work but you looked so cute sleeping (somno)

dilf! matt with milf! wife not wasting any second as soon as the kids went to sleep

married dilf! matt with doll! babysitter (cheating)

munch! matt being chronically obsessed with having chubby! gf ride his face

munch! matt thats sick but only needs one type of medicine

loser! matt with popular!tutee on valentine’s day

big dick! matt is for the chubby girls btw.

dilf matt after seeing babydoll! gf in a skirt he bought her.

big dick! loser! matt getting experience from slightly chubby! bsf

[matthewswifeee]

GUYS I HAVE A WHOLE FOLDER OF MATT AUDIOS IN MY PHONE !!!!

[aaliyahsturniolo]

why’d he take it like a good boy tho…

[natti-ice]

BAU men p links vol 2!

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18+ minors do not interact or click the links! Each link contains porn. All links are from twitter. You must be logged into Twitter for the links to open!

includes: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Luke Alvez, Derek Morgan, and Matt Simmons.

vol 1 here!

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

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— Aaron Hotchner

Aaron praising you while you ride his cock

giving your pussy the proper treatment

major size kink + anal

sucking him off on a hiking date

Aaron taking you hard and rough (age gap)

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— Spencer Reid

playing with your pussy till you can’t take it anymore

edging sub!Spencer

Spencer shows you his favorite tongue trick

dom!Spencer punishing your pussy

recording you taking his cock to rewatch later

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— Luke Alvez

feasting on your after being apart for a week

finally giving Luke that release he craves

using his little fucktoy

movie night

using his childhood bedroom when you meet his parents

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— Derek Morgan

Derek loves nipple play

taking daddy’s punishment

underwater fun with Derek

riding his cock how he showed you

Fifty shades of grey kind of night

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— Matt Simmons

daddy!Matt giving you a good spanking

sweet pussy licks before work

bigdick!Matt taking you on his gaming chair

a little yoga sesh

Matt showing you all the colors

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@downbad4reid @spenciesslut @xenotbyte @reire11 @kimstills @fandoms-are-my-h0me @hunterispunk @goldihocksrocks @kazbrekkerscrutches @multifandomlover01 @fittatsta26789 @jayden-prentiss @luvmes-things @neonada0tbz @greatmiracleprincess @lillianblohm @roryculkinluvr

[mattsstarlet]

!! contains explicit content !!

pornstar!matt and camgirl!reader p!links.

camgirl!reader

fan favorite.

best view.

pornstar!matt

morning wood.

one attachment sent.

pornstar x camgirl

late night fucking.

puffy and swollen.

daddy.

handcuffs.

chocolate aphrodisiac aftermath.

too big.

drunk sex.

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ second batch of p! links :p

[snoopychris]

matt and chris sturniolo p!links

all links are twitter affiliated! some are reposted and come from my acc (to avoid the freaky gross captions)

sub!matt:

throat training

making him get off on his own while watching a movie

overstimulation

not giving him what he wants

early morning teasing

dom!matt:

going multiple rounds

matt using you as a stress reliever

after a date night

breeding

teasing and teasing and more teasing

sub!chris

jerking him off for the first time

showing chris how your dildo feels

taking a shower with chris

riding sub!chris

embarrassing sub!chris in public

dom!chris

using you for his own personal pleasure

chris is obsessed with seeing your tummy bulge

chris’ favorite punishment

chris loves seeing his cum on you

bouncing your tits for chris

tags! @mattsstarlet @oopsiedaisydeer @marrykisskilled @ifwdominicfike @frankoceanfanpage @mattssslutbby @sophand4n4 @matthewsturnsgf @izzylovesmatt @m11rx @chris-hallelujah @sturniolotoast @chrisbratt333 @wastelandzella @le4hsblog @mattsd0llfac3 @st7rnioioss @isabellewhatt @sturnslutz @freshhhloveee @courta13 @sturns-mermaid @ivysturnss @slutformatt17 @emely9274 @princessesgarden @cykss @blahbel668 @ivyyyyyysposts @h0e4fictionalme-n @sofieeeeex @littlebookworm803 @allylovescody @ribread03 @cheesecakedolll @chrislova @ikyoudreamofme @jetaimevous @muwapsturniolo @sturnsrecord @13hoax @whore4mattsturniolo @sophsturns @chrissweetheart @cl1tlover3000 @applecidersturniolo @babytrapsosa @backwardshatnick @camzeecorner @leoslaboratory @princesspeach0-0 @sturniolosrtewsexy @mattswifeyy

[camzeecorner]

𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏!𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

Chris fucking the attitude out of you

Save a horse ride a cowboy

Rough day?

Make mommy feel good baby

Overstimulation

Mommy has a bad boy

Feel. Don’t look.

I Hate you, but I love this pussy.

Fuck the food

Heaven sent

Breeding kink

Mommy is tired:(

Shower sex

Use me when im sleeping

Slloowwwwww

Role play

Chris is a pathetic little bitch

tags - @shaquilles-0atmeal @monroesturnns @blahbel668 @mattssluttywaist @jetaimevous @kayeeaa @ribread03

[kinascum]

P. LINKS pt2 - M. STURNIOLO.

hold on tight

shut up and drive

what a view..

tuff matt couldn't wait to pull over

have you met my brother?

such a desperate pup

three's not a crowd if chris is around

a 2 course meal

sooo fucked out

work for what's yours baby

[mi-co-uk]

sturniolo p links ──★ !!

RIDING chris / matt

MUNCH chris / matt

THIGH HUMPING matt

SPANKING from chris

MISSIONARY with matt / with chris

FINGERING in matts car

CREAMPIE with matt

more soon!

taglist: @pair-of-pantaloons @oopsiedaisydeer @corspebridedelrey @faiyaz555 @izzylovesmatt @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @sturns-mermaid @emely9274 @baebadoobee4ever @fw-lee @afr8idofrats @stvrniolotrxpl3ts @chrxsprettygirl @franticroads @m4gz-png @sosasturns @clairomatt @allisonclairee @mattshorsenecklace @whor3ing @matts-girlfriend @obsessedwiththesturniolos @shadowthesim237 @xeneasworld @chrisslut04

[sturni-hole-o]

NSFW P!Links Part 3 - Chris and Matt Sturniolo

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK - X RATED CONTENT (need Twitter account to view)

(My favourite p link post so far I think, Chris is so easy to find p links for)

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Matt:

✮ Needy while he's playing Fortnite

✮ Horny driving

✮ Getting you wet like his life depends on it

✮ In the bathroom keeping quiet because Nick and Chris are home

✮ Slutty picnic date

✮ Craving his tongue

✮ Mattitude

✮ The movie was boring

✮ The way he eats you out

✮ Loves when you arch into him

✮ The gentle hair grab is so Matt coded

✮ Lazy time with your boy

Chris:

✮ Lemme film real quick babe

✮ This, but it's a cola lollipop

✮ Walking you to the bedroom like this

✮ Catching him off guard with his favourite thing

✮ Loves watching himself in your guts

✮ Sundays

✮ No caption, this just looks like Chris

✮ Before your nap

✮ Bedtime treatment

✮ Sloppy, messy, filthy

✮ Grateful (can picture him doing this after he's made a complete mess of you)

✮ Play fighting turned into this

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[issysh3ll]

Dom! Matt P Links

✧˖° All links are NSFW twitter links ✧˖°

。Couldn’t wait until he got off the game

。Ruining your favourite pyjama pants

。Making u squirt on the kitchen counter when u come back from a Halloween party

。Lazy nights creaming on Matt’s dick

。Matt loves how you look in your yoga pants

。Early morning sex

。Making you squirt all over his sleeves after an event

。The kind of videos Matt sends you

。The ‘hidden’ folder in your camera roll with Matt

More P Links -> here Masterlist

Not sure how I feel about the vibrator one… lmk your thoughts