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Hi babies! I’m still new to writing!
Confused/bi. 22. Female. Libra. She/her. Chratt girl
Let’s be kind. I don’t tolerate bs. No hate. No racism. No homophobia.
Chratt:
Matt sturniolo:
Chris sturniolo:
Nothing yet!
Dividers: @bernardsbendystraws
Drivin' Me Crazy ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ Matt Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo
Boyfriend!Matt x Girlfriend!Reader x Perv...?!Chris
Synopsis: Matt and the reader think they're being lowkey while getting freaky, but Chris is in the backseat....
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 786
Warnings: MDNI, vaginal fingering…this is lowkey hell awkward wording LMFAOAOOO, voyeurism, exhibitionism in a sense, chris lowkey being a perv LMAO, cumming in pants lmao, male masturbation, implications of reader doing stuff w chris at the end, some flowery language
A/N: I wanted to incorporate some degrading from Matt but idk i just couldn't bring myself to do it. this can go whatever direction you want it to go oooor I can probs write a part 2?? 👀 idk just wanted to leave ygs on your toes w this one LMAO
It started off as any other drive back home from a shoot.
⤷ in which . . . your best friend matt has always been the popular guy in school. contrast to you, who always sits in the back of class, never really talks to anyone and admires from afar. you’ve liked matt since the moment you’ve met him, but you don’t feel enough for him, for anybody. he decides to show you how perfect you are one night while you’re at his house.
bsf!matt, smut, nipple sucking, praise, body worship, unprotected sex, insecurity, oral, (fem!recieving) dirty talk, kissing, use of pet names.
𝔀ritten by @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . you’ve been hopelessly devoted to matt for years, watching him date everyone but you, your feelings locked away behind friendship and fear. senior prom should be just another night, but seeing him with someone else sparks something you can’t ignore. the night escalates until years of yearning boil over. what starts as a heated confrontation under the parking lot lights turns into something more, the kind of longing you’ve both been denying for far too long. by the end of the night, you realize devotion isn’t hopeless when it’s finally returned.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . . . childhoodbsf!matt, smut, resolved angst, unprotected sex, arguing, making out, praise and degradation, dirty talk, car sex, fingering, crying, rough sex, use of pet names.
𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
my experience with rose
i feel like it's finally my turn to say something. i've kept this to myself for so long but seeing people still love rose, and now that she's finally gone i can't stay quiet anymore.
i was 15. the whole time i was so confused. she would constantly talk sexual with me, telling me about her fantasies and making comments i didn't even understand yet. she asked me to call with her, and on those calls she'd always bring up sexual stuff. i didn't know what to say. i just remember feeling weird, uncomfortable like i had to just sit there and go along with it even though i didn't want to.
eventually i blocked her. she blocked me back, and then i deactivated. since then tumblr hasn't felt safe for me. every time i see her name or people saying how much they love her it brings all of it back.
i think this is the last time i'll ever be on here. i don't even know why i'm writing this except that i just want to finally be heard. i've carried this for so long in silence and maybe it doesn't even matter anymore but it matters to me.
the worst part is i barely have any screenshots because i deactivated my account back then. that makes me scared no one will believe me. it scares me that most of this only exists in my memory and maybe only i will ever know what truly happened.
sometimes i feel like maybe i'm being dramatic. like maybe i overreacted or made it bigger than it was. but then i remember how sick it made me feel, how confused i was how i didn't even know what to say when she would start talking sexual with me. i was 15. that shoulve been enough for her to know it was wrong
i don't know. maybe i'll regret posting this maybe people won't believe me, but at least i finally said it out loud.
please i beg, interact with this any way i really want to feel heard it feels like im being dramatic but then I remember how much it still bothers me.
tags for awareness@cvnntagious @darksturnz @y3sterdaysproblem @passionfruitchris @nickssidewitch @humpster35
sweet boys 🥺
"I'll bring her home by 7 sir" "your daughter calls me daddy too"
Rules- On pinterest you will search up 3 things and the first thing to pop up will be the thing you save! Let me know how you feel about what you got!!
Board Game- What game will you be playing?
Snacks- What snacks will you be having?
Sturniolo Triplet- What triplet are you playing with? (if all of them pop up that’s okay too!)
Here are mine-
(I am very happy with what i got!!)
No pressure tags- @chriss-slutt @cmal7oy @cherrystainss @mattsdivaa @chrismakesmewet @sunrisemill @httpssturns @viviansturns @elliesturns @bamboonick + anyone who wants to join!!
thank u so so much for the tag!
no pressure tags – idk who to tag😭😭 anyone who sees this can join 🫶
just wanted to do this😭
idk about the board game, it seems fun..? so happy with what i got!
🏷 @viviansturns @riowritesitall @beardedbernard @sturnsflirt @nottodaysari @chrisspussygang + anyone who wants to join!
this would be fun asf
Pleased with mine
No pressure 🏷️ @likeumeanit9497 @ceyanabbiolo @ariestrxsh @gigiii1sblog
cw: 18+, exhibitionism, fingering
Typically, you hate Uber ride-share. You’re either stuck with creepy men, people who think it’s okay to have loud conversations on speaker phones, or hungover college students, but today, you had no choice. You don’t get paid until next week and need to pinch pennies wherever you can—this ride was significantly cheaper than the other Uber, so you’ll deal with it today. The car stops as your driver picks up the other passenger.
“Who are you here for?” a man’s voice comes through the window.
“Matt,” the Uber driver responds, looking at his phone for confirmation. You see the silhouette nod and open the back passenger door. The man gives you a polite smile before taking a seat beside you. You take notice of his silver rings, shaggy brown hair, and keys hanging off his belt loop. Keys? You're usually a pretty shy girl, speaking only when spoken to, often getting a lot of “huh?” or “Can you speak up?” But something is enticing about this stranger, making you want to speak up.
“Car trouble?” you say, speaking over the loud music the driver is playing at ten a.m.
“Hmm?” He turns his head to face you, looking confused. You gesture to the keys hanging from his belt loop. “Oh, nah. My ankle has been bothering me lately, so I didn't really wanna drive,” he shrugs and clears his throat. “You?” he settles down in his seat.
“Me what?” you ask with a puzzled look.
“Car trouble?” he laughs, his eyes squinting a bit.
“Oh no, I don’t have a car currently, saving up for one, which I guess doesn’t make much sense since I’m blowing it all on Uber,” you ramble as you pick at the hem of your skirt.
“Hey, no judgment here.” he puts his hands up in surrender and gives you a soft smile before swallowing hard and turning his attention to the road. You can tell Matt is shy too, with his quiet voice and the way he struggles to hold eye contact for long, which stirs something inside you.
Some would say you're going through a dry spell. You work long hours, you go to school, you pay your bills, and sometimes it feels like you don't even have time to eat, let alone have a sex life. Your eyes trail down to Matt’s lap, his long, bony fingers splay across his thigh, and you notice he has his nails done. He takes care of himself. Your eyes trail up his veiny arms, ink etched into his skin, and you meet his eyes, which are already staring back at you. You both blush, and he shifts in his seat. You can tell he thinks you're pretty; he can't stop staring at your lips, adjusting in his seat every so often when he catches a glimpse of your plump thighs in your skirt.
You’re not thinking when you take your hand off your lap and set it dangerously close to his leg on the leather seat. You're about to pull back when you feel the cold metal of his rings touch your fingers. Your eyes meet again when he gives you a look, raising his eyebrows slightly and darting his tongue out to wet his lips, a look that asks, 'Is this okay?' You feel out of your body, your head nodding up and down before you even have time to process what you're saying yes to. What are you saying yes to? You’re in an Uber ride-share with a hot stranger. What could you possibly do? He inches closer to you, the heat from his body warming you up. Still, you feel yourself shivering at the proximity. You flick your eyes to the front of the vehicle. The Uber isn’t paying attention to either of you at all. He's still playing his dad rock entirely too loud for this early in the morning. You can feel his lips ghost over your ear.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?” he croaks out, his voice a couple of octaves deeper than it was when he was introducing himself that short time ago. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers as he moves his hand to your thigh, his fingers stroking up your thigh. You suck in a breath as you feel his fingers push your panties to the side, his finger drawing slow circles on clit. You bite your lip hard, begging yourself to stay quiet at this moment. You draw your eyes over to the driver - still not paying attention. Matt slides his fingers inside of you, feeling your pussy pull him in hungrily, and your mouth drops as you lean your head back and look at him. He smirks and continues to finger fuck you while he thumbs your swollen clit. You reach over and place your hand on his cock that is so desperately straining against the zipper of his jeans. You try to unzip his jeans, and his little chuckle startles you, and your gaze meets his.
“What?” you ask softly, tilting your head in hesitancy.
“You can’t take it out, baby.” he grins smugly and flicks his head forward, gesturing to the driver up front. “I know you wanna see it so bad, don't you?” You nod dumbly as his fingers continue their assault on your wet cunt. “Too risky,” he whispers. “Just palm me through my jeans,” and you do exactly that. You can feel how big he is, how thick his cock is. You imagine yourself bouncing on it as you subtly ride his fingers in the back seat of an Uber. Matt flutters his eyes shut as you grip him through his jeans. You watch as he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. You’re nearing an orgasm. You bring your hand up to his arm, your acrylic nails digging into his arm, Matt notices, the way your hips grow more frantic, your cheeks turning pink, and your breathing sharp. “You gonna cum?” he murmurs in your ear, causing your eyes to fly open.
“Yes,” you breathe out, continuing to massage his cock through his pants. “Gonna,” you whimper, your eyebrows knit together in pleasure.
“Go ahead, pretty, cum on my fingers. Cum on a stranger's fingers like the good little slut you are,” he mutters, quickly looking up to the rearview mirror to make sure the driver hadn’t been looking. Your orgasm rips through you, your hips sputtering, your face now in Matt's shoulder as you try to contain your whimpers. You feel a wet heat on your hand, and you realize Matt’s cumming in his pants, his mouth agape as he watches you cum on his fingers. You hear Uber’s phone announce you are at your location, and you both jump, Matt ripping his hands from your lap and hiding the wet spot on his jeans. You adjust your skirt and look up at the Uber, who is now smiling politely at you, clearly unaware of what just took place in his back.
“Um, thank you,” you nervously say, your voice uneven and shaky. You look back at Matt, who seems incredibly embarrassed to be covering his cum stained spot on the front of his jeans. You reach for the door, not knowing what to do next, opening it slightly before Matt touches your arm.
He snatches your phone from the seat quickly, typing his number into your contact list. “Please call me sometime,” he practically begs. “I wanna see you again.” You nod your head, still in a daze from what just happened.
“Yeah, yeah...of course,” you grin as he types his information into your phone with shaky hands.
“Wait, what is your name?” he looks up at you through his hair, and you can’t help but laugh.
tag list: @y3sterdaysproblem
the legend is out of retirement!!! now yall better show this shit some fucking love
i would just like to say, everyone in the anons telling people to WRITE for other races is quiet literally crazy. that’s not at all what i meant by inclusivity…i said MULTIPLE times it was about the medias. like less than the absolute bare minimum “put a browned eyed girl in media”…i was not telling a white woman to write poc readers nor would i fucking ever? and you shouldn’t be telling poc to write for white people either ?
it’s very fucking easy to keep your fic neutral in the physical traits area. that’s being inclusive yes! but it’s also very easy to throw in multiple different random people of all shapes races and sizes in your VISUAL MOOD BOARDS AND MEDIA.
let me say that again, VISUAL MOOD BOARDS AND MEDIA. VISUAL MOOD BOARDS AND MEDIA. VISUAL MOOD BOARDS AND MEDIA. VISUAL MOOD BOARDS AND MEDIA. VISUAL MOOD BOARDS AND MEDIA. VISUAL MOOD BOARDS AND MEDIA. VISUAL MOOD BOARDS AND MEDIA.
i specified that with rose because of her BIG following. now yk damn well all 11k of those people aren’t blue eyed blonde white woman, you’d think you’d take the extra 5 minutes to find someone who could possible represent at least one of your “supporters”. i feel like that’s not a huge ask? it’s not hard to find a shade of everyone in the certain aesthetic you like.
and that was simply all i asked of her and she declined and tried to make it seem like i was telling her to write mlk’s life story from his pov or to write about frida kahlo from hers. literally not at all.
you guys are latching onto the wrong straws now and forgetting the literal main point of everything that went down yesterday. there’s bigger fish to fry than sit here and try to force a race to include people who never included them or to write stories for other races.
get it together and focus on the real fucking problem lmfao.
This goddamn haircut dawg🤤😩
I wanna spit on his tip and smear it in while I stroke him. Then take his whole cock down my throat bobbing my head til he’s satisfied and I’ll swallow every single drop. Then I want him to rail me. Make me lose my ability to walk. Make me gasp and choke on moans. Drag my nails down his back. Grip his hair like a vice- sorry got a little carried away
Warnings: SMUT, dom!chris, dom!possessive¿matt, pussy eating, use of y/n, baby, ma, & mama, choking?, if I’m missing anything lmkkkk!!
Summary: Second part to- Nick leaves for the night, leaving you Chris and Matt alone. The boredom became unbearable and Chris had an idea to play “truth or dare or drink”.
|“Fuckin’ drenched”
