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nellycanwrite · 2 years

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From the podcast episode

What sort of jobs would the triplets and friends have at the resort if they're asked to help out? Or a fun hc about each that hasn't been mentioned yet?

OOOOHHH YAAASSSS! @cheesy-cryptid and I actually had some fun little headcanons about their work in the resort! I'm gonna add in some fun little tidbits about their life in the Madrigal Resort while we're at it!

Angelina is our lovely Social Media Manager slash Influencer! She's a model for different clothing brands that will request a collaboration with her and mostly does advertisements for summer wear! She uses her popularity as a means to help advertise the Madrigal Resort and sometimes would even rope her family into her social media shenanigans. Ignacio is also fairly popular with Angelina's fans, and everyone wants to have a peak of mommy Evalina! But what mildly irks her is how Javier is always the one who would gain the most traction in her posts, especially on Tiktok. Javi doesn't like to be seen on camera, so it's been a running gag in her account to spot Javier whenever a blurb of him in the background could be seen (some would even go as far as to compile clips of blurred stolen videos of Javi and some audio recordings of his voice from Angi's many many videos). Angelina uses this to her advantage and sometimes ropes Javier into her schemes for the clout. But she makes sure to cut any on-cam face reveals of Javier.

Ignacio is our Rockin' Fiery Musician and Surf Teacher! Although he does go with Angelina for photoshoots on occasion (and is quite popular on social media as well), he's actually the star of the Madrigal Resort dinner as the lead singer and guitarist of the night! He also likes to do a little bit of fire shows with his gift when he sings. It's a headcanon of mine that he does fire breath performances for the thrill as well, but since it's a fire hazard, it's rare for him to do spitfire shows on evenings. During the day, he helps out with the kids who wants to learn how to surf. He also accompanies willing adults as well! You can say that he's also a volunteer life saver, but only if the lifeguards on the resort are too shorthanded for the amount of rifts in the beach. Angelina would sometimes film Ignacio with his shirt off for thirst trap videos

Javier is our All Rounder Manager! It's not really a shock on how Javier is a jack-of-all trades. The only difference is he's a master of all. He can definitely make advertisements and catch banger shots of the resort with his trusty drone and DSLR camera which is the main reason why the marketing for the Madrigal Resort is sky-high. He manages the website and bookings sometimes, and he schedules Ignacio's performances during the night. He can be an event coordinator and floor director, but he cannot, for the life of him, become the center of attention. He says it's too much of a drag. Contrary to what you may think, Javier knows all of the up-to-date trends and would sometimes give tips to Angelina on what content she should do next. He is hyperaware of his own popularity as the mystery triplet of the Madrigals, so he cashes in on that as well. But you can say that his biggest responsibility is to keep Angelina and Ignacio out of trouble (and possibly not to ignite a fire in the resort). His work doubled when Auri and Diego came into the picture, but he's thankful that Diego has enough sense in him to get the others out of trouble too. He's a big sweetheart, but he tends not to show it as much.

Bonus!

Everyone in the Madrigal Family is, one way or another, involved with the Madrigal resort!

Julieta's side of the family deals with room management, hospitality, and the resort's menus! Julieta and Agustin are head and sous chefs respectively, Isabela is front of the house and head steward, Luisa does front of the house too, but is in charge of the heavy lifting, and Mirabel is the one who does official Madrigal Resort tours (with a musical twist).

Pepa's side of the family is in charge of event planning and coordination, especially for bigger events like weddings, anniversaries, debuts, quinceanreas, and big celebrations! Pepa and Felix are head event coordinators, Dolores deals with the networking (wardrobe, make-up, stage decorators, you name it), Camilo is head hospitality and host for events, and little Antonio is still too young to really help out, but he often lets his animal friends to tricks for guests!

Bruno's side of the family deals more with internal management and advertisement! Evalina goes to board meetings in Alma's steed with Bruno. Sometimes, people tend to forget that Bruno is actually one of the owners of the resort since he mostly wears cargo shorts, a jacket with coconut stains, mismatched slippers, and overall just has an aloof look compared to his gorgeous wife.

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Auri and Diego belong to the amazing @daliceus and @lunamadrigal! Feel free to drop some more Summer AU head canons if ya'll have more in store!

#i love this au so much omfg #INFLUENCER TRIPLETS YEAAAAAAH #nelly answered #encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto oc #bruno madrigal fankids #summer au #encanto summer au #bruno madrigal x oc #triplet ocs #madrigal triplets

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blossom-blur · 1 year

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Made triplet characters named Rosie, Pixie, and Roxie.

Name: Rosie 💐 Gender: Female Species: Unknown Age: 16 (Stayed 16 for a long time) Height: 4'3 Hair: Hot Pink Skin: Light Hot pink Eyes: Hot Pink Alignment: Social Good Personality: Elegant, Kind, and Cheerful Likes: Flowers and plants, Tea, Her sisters, Dancing, Hanging out with Pixie, Gardening, Cooking, Pretty things, and Nature Dislikes: Losing her little sister Pixie, Hatred, Judgement, Rudeness, and Her flowers and plants dying Powers/Abilities: Plant Manipulation / Supernatural Durability / Immortality

Name: Pixie 💗 Gender: Female Age: 15 (Stayed 15 for years) Species: Unknown Height: 4′3 Hair: Rose Pink Skin: Light Rose Pink Eyes: Rose Pink Alignment: Lawful Good Personality: Energetic, A bit childlike, Goofy, Innocent, Fun-Loving, Cheerful, Very loyal, Loving, and Carefree Likes: Games, Playing, Drawing, Making new friends, Spending time with Rosie, Dancing, Singing, Her sisters, Having fun, Her friends, Ice Cream, and Brownies Dislikes: Being Bullied, Bullies, Perfection, Being yelled at, Rudeness, Change, Judgement, Making mistakes, and Math Powers/Abilities: Super Durability and Immortality Fact:

She is afraid to change. Cause everyone keeps telling her to change who she is that they were annoyed of her being like a child. She doesn’t want to change. She doesn’t want to become like a proper adult even thought she never ages for a long time, but still she tries to stay herself as long as she can

Name: Roxie 🔥 🐉 Gender: Female Age: 17 (Stayed 17 for a long time) Species: Unknown Height: 4′9 Hair: Violet Skin: Light Purple Eyes: Violet Alignment: Rebel Neutral Personality: Ruthless and Aggressive sometimes Likes: Soda, Lazing, Doing whatever she wants, Being alone (sometimes), Being respected, Rock music, Video games, Challenges, Winning, and Having fun Dislikes: Being disrespected, Other bullies, Boredom, Not having any fun, Losing, and Responsibilities Powers/Abilities: Fire Breath / Fire Manipulation / Dragon Physiology (Can transform into a dragon) / Supernatural Durability / Immortality Fact:

She may be ruthless and aggressive, but she still has a heart in her. Like she might saved someone’s life if feel bad.

#rosie #pixie #roxie #My characters #my art #original characters #original ocs #nonfictional ocs #nonfictional characters #triplet ocs #gevila

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magikchicken · 2 years

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3, 5, 13, 14, 19, 24, 25, 33, 39 for Xavier

12, 17, 21, 22, 24, 26, 28, 36, 38, 39 for Yui

1, 2, 8, 9, 15, 16, 25, 26, 29, 37 for Draez

Xavier:

3. What would it take for them to betray the person they love?

“I wouldn’t betray the person I love for anything!!” He would say and he definitely wouldn’t budge from that.

5. What is a secret that they have?

He’s really bad at keeping secrets, but one he’s kept for a while is that Draez hides a secret diary that he writes to on a daily, and Xavier keeps a list of people that he thinks would make a cute couple and writes cute ship names for them!

13.What is something that makes them uncomfortable?

He gets highly uncomfortable when anyone, Draez especially, starts getting angry and yelling over things.

14. What is something that never fails to make them excited?

Whenever he knows a party or a fun event is going to happen soon, he’ll rave about it for hours, even days about all the stuff he’s gonna do for that occasion.

19. How do they feel about public displays of affection?

To a certain extent, he’s cool with it. HOWEVER when couples think it’s okay to get super touchy feely with each other that’s when he takes issue and tells them to save it for later and that the couple should consider other people.

24. What do they think they’re good at, but aren’t?

He thinks he’s AMAZING at giving advice but really it sounds like, “Girl… DUMP HIS ASS” or something like that, he means well but he’s just a little too into the extreme alternatives.

25. What is something they think they’re bad at, but are actually pretty competent at?

Xavier believes he’s bad at summoning magic, but he’s actually quite skilled at summoning~

33. Do they have a signature accessory?

His signature accessory would have to be a bracelet that Yui made when they were little.

39. Would they rather have a picnic in the woods or a picnic on the beach?

BEACH BEACH BEACH! All the way for Xavier gotta have your beachisode moments!

Yui:

12. What is the fastest way to upset them?

They fastest way to upset her is to tell her that she has poor craftsmanship on any of her works.

17. Who is their favorite person(s) to spend time with?

Her favorite person to spend time with is Katie, she won’t outright tell you (or Katie) that though.

21. Do they prefer giving gifts or receiving gifts?

Giving

22. How indecisive are they?

She’s surprisingly very decisive about everything especially if she has a vision for it.

24. What do they think they’re good at, but aren’t?

She thinks she’s a good cook, even though she doesn’t enjoy cooking, but even the simplest dishes always end up on fire for some reason…

26. What is something they’re legitimately bad at?

Telling people off or telling people no, but also she’s really terrible about standing up for herself or anyone.

28. When left to their own devices, how would they spend a free day?

She’ll spend her day at home working on making clothing or any fashion items she feels like.

36. Are there any holidays or celebrations they dislike?

Valentine’s Day, she’s scared of rejection also she’s scared of receiving gifts from people, that also means she’s not a big Christmas person either.

38. How would you describe decorating sense?

Think comfortable soft colors or like quirky Pinterest decor

39. Would they rather have a picnic in the woods or a picnic on the beach?

In the woods, it’s more secluded and makes for a more 1 on 1 experience.

Draez:

1. Who do they look up to?

This boy definitely looks up to Headmaster Randolph

2. Who do they look to for guidance?

“Prefect Sigurd Curtis, he’s one of the few people who actually talk to me” Draez would definitely think Sigurd has good advice

8. Is there anyone they’re currently not speaking to? Why?

Almost everyone, he never makes a good impression on people because of his anger, so in his opinion why bother?

9. What is something that would break them emotionally?

If either of his siblings were to tell him that they hate him, or if he got close to someone and if they ended up hating him

15. Have they ever had their hair washed by another person?

Sometimes he’ll let Xavier or Yui wash his hair.

16. What is the most romantic thing someone has done for them?

Draez:“Huh, no one thinks of me romantically”

Xavier: “my brother in Christ he literally put a flower in your hair…”

Draez: “O..K.. your point is?”

25. What is something they think they’re bad at, but are actually pretty competent at?

He thinks his handwriting is bad, his handwriting looks like it was written by a typewriter almost.

26. What is something they’re legitimately bad at?

He can’t for the life of him braid hair or pick good interior for anything.

29. What do they do to relax?

He can always relax while sunbathing and a good history book

37. Are there any holidays or celebrations that they go all in for?

He’s always all in for Halloween, spooky season, he likes to scare trick or treaters with a good but small haunted house so the kids can earn their candy!

#wizardess heart ocs #ask xavier #ask Draez #ask yui #triplet ocs #oc ask game

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rondoel · 3 months

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Introducing the moms

#oc #original character #comic #v triplets #rondos #also from 2021

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recklesssturniolo · 6 months

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Bet - C.S

As per request for a no nut November bet Chris and reader make (: but I also tied in another request for public sex w Chris in it too!

*FYI MATT FIC IS BEING POSTED LATER*

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

“Y/N you know what November is?” Chris asks.

“What are you on about now?” You retort.

“November is no nut November, therefore no sex for the entire month” He explains.

“You can barely go a day without sex, never mind a month” You laugh.

“Oh yeah? Want to bet on it” He smirks.

You roll your eyes knowing this is the easiest bet ever, Chris was horny 24/7, he’s out of his mind if he thinks he’d last a month.

“Sure, first person to give in loses” You say sticking out your hand for him to shake.

“Deal” He replies shaking your hand. “Be prepared to lose”

It’s been a week. Quite possibly the longest week of your life. Chris’ non-stop teasing was driving you insane. Constantly having his hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down, whispering all the things he wants to do to you in your ear, grabbing your ass, going as far to grinding on you while you two make out which made you ache for him. You’d decided you were going to tease him back, but worse.

You were getting read to out to dinner with his brothers, Nate and Madi. Chris and you both in his room as you finish your makeup. Standing up you go to figure out an outfit but knowing you purposely but on a lingerie set that you knew made Chris go insane, you take off your shirt and sweatpants. You feel Chris’ eyes on you as you search through the closet, making sure to take your time.

“What about this dress?” You ask showing it to him.

“That one’s nice” He replies, barely even looking at the dress and instead looking at your body.

Knowing your plan was working you walk closer to him.

“Are you sure? You think the colour is okay?” You knew the dress was fine, you just knew getting closer to him would only turn him on more.

“I know what you’re doing Y/N” Chris says to you, ignoring your questions.

You bend over so your face is hovering above him as he lays on the bed, pushing your chest closer to his face, “Yeah? Is that why I can see your hard on and I haven’t even touched you?”

“Put the dress on before I fuck you so hard you can’t walk to dinner tonight” Chris replies.

“But then you’d lose the bet, wouldn’t want that would we?” You smirk at him, going further and straddling him. There wasn’t any denying that the feeling of his hard on was turning you on, but you focused your attention back to just him.

Chris groaned at the contact from you sitting on him, placing his hands on your hips and slightly pushing you down harder on himself.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now, I’m not losing the bet sweetheart. I might like what I see but I’ll have you begging for it” He smirks.

Not sure of what to respond, you connect your lips and begin grinding yourself on him, causing both of you to moan. You knew even by just doing this you could get him close, and that was exactly your plan. You continued grinding on him, honestly enjoying it just as much as he was but when you could tell he was close, you got up.

“Now I should probably put this dress on so we can go!” You smile.

“Fucking hell, there’s no fucking way you just did that to me” Chris says.

“Did what?” You reply innocently. “Can you zip this dress for me?”

Chris stands up and walks towards you, “Don’t act all innocent, I could feel how wet you were. You want me just as badly as I want you”

You shrug in response, kissing his cheek before leaving the room to leave for dinner.

Now at dinner, Chris is on some tangent about god knows what, and you decide to place your hand on his thigh. Instantly causing his body to tense up, and his eyes to flicker over to you.

“No Chris continue I get what you’re saying” You say, wanting to see just how much you could get away with.

Chris continued talking, and you began palming his dick through is pants.

“Well yeah b-but” Chris stumbles on his words, not being able to fully focus on what’s he’s saying from what you’re doing.

Nick takes over the conversation. You now put your hand under Chris’ jeans on top of his boxers, continuing to palm him.

“Fuck sakes” He mumbles.

“You okay baby?” You smirk up at him as you put your hand under his boxers, grabbing his dick and swiping the tip with your thumb noticing the pre cum that’s there.

Chris let out a moan, immediately covering it up with a cough. No one else really paying any mind to it.

“You know, I took off my parties before we left” You whisper in his ear.

That was Chris’ final straw, he didn’t give a fuck about the bet any more. He needed you.

Cutting Nate off Chris tells the table that you aren’t feeling well and that you’re both going to get an Uber home. You apologize for ‘not feeling well’ and you both say your goodbyes. You knew what this meant - you won. You started walking towards to exit before Chris grabbed your hand.

“Not a fucking chance, bathroom, now. I’m not waiting any longer. Fuck the stupid bet” He demands.

You were surprised by this, Chris had never been so needy that you did it in a public space. Getting into the washroom he pushes your back against the door and immediately starts making out with you.

“God you’re a fucking whore, doing that to me in front of everyone” He says with his hand wrapped around your throat. You moaned back in response.

You were getting exactly what you wanted, you loved seeing Chris like this. He’s wasting no time, he bends you over the counter and pulls his pants down and pulling up your dress.

“Chris” You whine out as he rubbed his dick against your entrance, teasing you.

“Oh what? You don’t like being teased?” He replies.

“Please just fuck me” You reply.

“Oh I’m going to, and you’re going to watch yourself in the mirror while I fuck you like the whore you are, got it?” He says while lining himself up.

“Yes yes just please” You moan out.

With that Chris slammed into you his pace already fast.

“God I’ve missed your pussy, so fucking tight” He groans out. Continuing to slam himself into you, each thrust hitting you in the perfect place.

“Chris you make me feel so good” You whine out, feeling your legs starting to tremble.

Unaware that you had even closed your eyes, Chris grabs your hair and lifts your head back up, “I told you to watch yourself get fucked by me, keep your eyes open”

“Yes yes I’m sorry, please keep going” You slur out, now watching in the mirror as Chris picks up his pace even more.

“You miss this baby? My dick deep inside you?” He asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it.

“God fuck yes Chris I’ve missed it so much” You whimper, “I’m close”

“Good, come for me like the whore you are” He replies and moves his hand around you and starts rubbing your clit.

Any sentence you tried to get out from that point on was incomprehensible, the pleasure not allowing you to focus on anything else.

“Oh my god, I’m coming Chris don’t stop” You moan out. Not caring how badly your legs were shaking or how loud you were being, letting yourself ride out your high.

Chris too was about to come, meaning he was going as hard as he possibly could now, well aware there’d be bruises on your hips from how tight his grasp was.

“Such a pretty girl, you gonna let me come in you baby?” Chris asks.

“Yes” You whisper through slight pants.

You feel Chris’ dick twitch inside of you and him release himself. His pace slowing down as he moans out in pleasure.

After helping you clean yourself up, Chris stops you momentarily, “we are never doing a bet like that again, I’m never going that long without you, I’ll go insane”

“Agreed” You laugh.

You walk out ahead of Chris, him waiting a couple moments before leaving himself. What you both weren’t expecting was for the group you told you were leaving due to you ‘not feeling well’ to be standing at the exit.

“What the hell you guys are still here?” Nick asks.

You and Chris both look at each other, your cheeks heating up as you both tried to come up with an excuse.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo imagine #chris x reader #fem!oc #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo edit

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55sturn · 3 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ BACK TO YOU

↳ masterlist!

↳ summary: in which no matter where they are in life, chris and y/n find their way back to one another, despite knowing that it never really works, until day he gives in and stops fighting what he knows is meant to be.

↳ pairings: chris sturniolo x fem!oc, reader x unnamed male!oc, chris sturniolo x fem!reader

↳ warnings: swearing, angst (a whole lot of it), verbal arguments, chris and y/n are toxic, implications of chris cheating, fluff if you squint, suggestive implications.

↳ author's note: loosely based off everytime by ariana grande!

THIRD PERSON POV

in every culture and every religion, there is some sort of evidence of soulmates existing. the person your soul is forever tied to, setting you up for heartbreak along the journey looking for that one person. love is at the root of the structure of every belief system. the person that has been so perfectly tailored to your heart and soul, meant to love you in the ways you spend your life searching for.

look up: invisible string by taylor swift, for a beautiful depiction of a soulmate inspired love song.

the only issue with having a soulmate, is that nine out of ten times, you don't know who your soulmate is. which often leads to you spend hours upon hours and years upon years searching for them, inevitably experiencing various stages and forms of heartbreak in hopes that once you do find your soulmate, your forever person, they are able to heal and fix you.

but in chris and y/n's love story, them healing each other wasn't always the case. they were the fairytale from hell, they were a wrongful depiction of soulmates, two souls tethered together by an invisible red string that who, instead of loving each other, had a tendency to tears each other's hearts into millions of pieces each time they tried to love one another.

they were two souls so delicately similar that it caused them nothing but pain and frustration. they loved one another in the wrong ways, but they were determined to make it work, albeit at the wrong times.

PRESENT TIME

chris sighed as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, with a quick roll of his eyes, he fished the thin device out of his pocket, knowing full well who was texting him as he made his rounds through the crowd of friends and acquaintances at the party he attended.

groaning, her named flashed again in his notifications, he hovered his thumb over the text before pressing down, begrudgingly opening the conversation he had wished hadn't started, despite deep down wanting her to reach out to him.

IMESSAGE TEXTS BETWEEN CHRIS AND Y/N

Y/N: guess u forgot to tell me that u and ur new bitch of the week would be here🤣

CHRIS: don't start tonight y/n

Y/N: i'm just shocked is all, didn’t think she’d fuck with these ppl just by looking at her

CHRIS: "she" has a name, y/n

CHRIS: it’s gianna

Y/N: you act like i give a fuck

Y/N: it’s nice to see you tho

CHRIS: please y/n, aren’t you tired of this shit?

CHRIS: you and i don't work, we literally never fucking do

CHRIS: and i really like this girl

Y/N: if you genuinely mean that, why are you spending so much time explaining it to me? sounds like you’re just tryna convince yourself that you feel that way.

Y/N: but if it’s real, then i'm happy for you, it's just weird that you and i aren't here together.

chris rolled his eyes at her second to last text, the way she could see right through like he was made of glass, even through a text, was something he’d never be able to understand. or run away from. there was never any sense in him even trying to lie to her, she could read him like a book. and chris was her favourite book, she would read that book ten times over in one sitting if she could.

but chris willed up all the self control he had in his entire being to not seek out the girl he's loved since he was a tiny boy in middle school. he told himself that it was done for good. that's the thing with playground love, it doesn't always last for ever and ever and chris was finally starting to accept that.

he pocketed his phone and forced himself to look for gianna, his eyes briefly meeting y/n's as she spoke to some random influencer, the smile on her face not reaching her eyes as she focused on the boy in front of her. he soon spotted the girl he arrived with, her hand flirtatiously resting on vinnie's bicep as he spoke to her. with a less than enthusiastic scoff, he downed the rest of the drink in his cup and turned around, walking in the opposite direction toward the girl he called home.

once he was in earshot, he smirked to himself as she pawned her cup off onto the poor boy fighting for a chance with her in front of him. once she waved him off with a bittersweet smile, she turned back to chris. she tutted playfully as he rolled his eyes, her hand reaching up toward the back of his neck, pulling him flush against the front of her body.

"what happened to "i really like her"?" she chuckled, her arms wrapping around his neck as his hands fell to her waist, pulling her into a hug, his lips meeting her jaw as he sighed.

"vinnie got to her and she was all over him." he spoke against her skin as her nails gently scraped against his scalp, bringing him down from his emotional high as his shoulders slumped in her arms.

"wanna get out of here? go for a walk?"

"nah, m'tired and just wanna go to bed, you crashing at mine?"

"of course." she spoke, her hand slipping into his as they walked toward the door, nick and matt meeting them there soon after chris texted them, neither of them surprised to find chris leaving with y/n instead of his girlfriend.

"i'm so happy you're here y/n, chris is a different man when you're not around." nick snorted, climbing into the seat behind matt as y/n sat behind chris, his hand slipping between the two front seats as her fingers threaded through his again.

"i'm glad to be back for however long chris needs me to be." she whispered, her words cutting deep into chris' heart, knowing that she wouldn't be around permanently, their dynamic and ways of communicating only allowing them to be together for a short period of time. they’d spend most their days tangled in chris’ sheets, professing their undying love for one another, knowing very well their time would be ending once again, and that it’d end soon.

they found that while they loved each other so deeply, they showed it in all the wrong ways. instead of gentle and soft spoken words, their love for one another was reminded in the clashing of teeth and tongues during heavy make-outs, and wandering hands with their nails digging into the soft flesh they roamed.

their rekindled romance was once again called off when chris' girlfriend, gianna, had come back into his life a week later, apologizing for her behaviour and explaining that she had been a fan of vinnie's for a long time and the fan girl in her caused her to make questionable decisions.

with a meek smile and a backhanded comment about chris’ infidelity, y/n packed her bags and moved out of chris' room sadly bidding matt and nick a brief "see you later", which left them sighing as they were no stranger to watching y/n move in and out of the house a couple times every few months.

it wasn't long before chris had found himself missing the girl that knew him inside and out, that knew his heart like the back of her hand. a month after gianna came back, spewing excuses upon excuses, chris had broken up with her, claiming that his heart would forever belong to someone else and he couldn't bear to put her through the pain of not loving her the way she deserved to be.

chris knew that he should take this grace period and be alone instead of running back to the girl he always did, but he knew she was it for him, no matter what. he didn't understand why they couldn't love each other properly. he always looked at it in a way where they had too much love for one another and they just didn't know what to do with it.

he tossed and turned in his bed, his thoughts unrelenting and holding his ability to sleep hostage as his phone read 3:32 in the morning. groaning he unlocked his phone, his thumbs maneuvering their way to her conversation from muscle memory at this point before typing out a quick couple messages.

IMESSAGE TEXTS BETWEEN CHRIS AND Y/N

CHRIS: y/n come home

CHRIS: please

CHRIS: i cant sleep without you

CHRIS: i love you in a way that makes it hard to love anybody else

CHRIS: you are like a drug that i cant go without, you're deadass my soulmate bruh and i'm done denying that. you are the only person i want. the only that actually knows who i am, inside and out. the only person that can make me feel good the way you do. i want you. no more fighting it. we’re meant to be.

Y/N: i'll be there in 10.

every time y/n fell back into chris’ arms, it felt devastating and bittersweet. this time, it felt right. it felt like they had finally found solid ground and that the had found the way they were meant to be together. there was definitely some uncertainty about the longevity of their relationship overall, but they learned over time that they need to communicate. whether they stayed together or not for the final time, there was no doubt that they would always be intertwined in each other’s hearts.

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secretsofafangirll · 1 month

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you're still my favorite girl - vol. two

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!oc

summary: after chris and his childhood best friend reveal their true feelings for one another, they end up going to bed beside one another hot and bothered. what happened when they wake up and those feelings, physically and emotionally, never went away?

//t.w// smut, soft!dom chris, sub!oc, , fingering,, use of "ma'" and "mamas", stomach bulging, mild sub space moment, mild overstimulation, lots of dirty talk.

As the morning sun drew brighter and higher in the sky, it crept through the curtains of my bedroom, casting a warm light directly on my eyes. I blinked them open, one at a time, scrunching each open side to help soothe the ache of the alarming brightness.

Upon coming to, I felt a pressure on my chest. Nothing strong or harsh, but a presence in front of me as I lied on my side. My arm lied heavy against a smaller object and I realized the position I was currently in.

With her back pressed against my chest, sweatshirt and pants long gone, my sickly sweet Isabelle Lavigne slept peacefully beside me, her back arched and ass pressed against me. I allowed my hands to slip under the hem of her shirt and travel the expanse of her stomach, reaching to cup her underboob and then all the way back down to her hip. I pressed my hips into hers and hooked my ankle over hers. Pushing her hair away from her neck, I placed a gentle kiss on the warm skin below her ear.

"My beautiful sunshine angel," I whispered to myself. I felt her stir beside me slightly, a whine scratching her throat as her muscles stretched. My hand stopped moving on her stomach as I felt her subconsciously press herself back into me.

"Chris," She croaked with her adorable morning voice, "What are mumbling about?" She questioned, squeezing her eyes shut and rolling onto her back? throwing her forearm onto her forehead.

"Nothin'," I answered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her arm away from her face and pushing her hair out of her eyes, "Just thinkin 'bout how beautiful you are."

"Oh, is that the new thing?" She blinked her eyes open and smiled at me.

"What? Calling you beautiful?" I asked, to which she nodded, "Don't act like that, a new thing, Belle. I've always called you beautiful." My hands roamed the expanse of her body, around her stomach and waist and down to her thighs and knees. I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her over and into my side before locking my hand under her knee and pulling her leg over my body.

"Chris.." She drawled out, as her body thumped into mine.

"What? I'm just making sure you're comfortable," I teased. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips as my hands found hers. They rubbed up and down the length of her sides and down to squeeze her exposed ass. My eyes bore into hers until they closed when I gripped the skin tight enough to bruise. She bit her lip and moaned softly, her back arching making her press her hips down into mine. I could feel how wet she was through her panties.

"Chris, please," She begged, her eyes blinking open and looking so innocent.

"Please, what?" I asked, reaching up to her back to push her chest down to mine. I pressed a kiss against her cheek before finishing, "How am I supposed to know what you want?"

"Don't make me say it," She blushed and turned away from me. My hand wrapped around her jaw, forcing her to look back at me.

"Oh, you know better than that, baby,"

"Please touch me," She finally found the words.

"Not so hard, huh?" I teased, wrapping one arm around her ass and one around her shoulder so that I could flip her over onto her back.

She smiled a cheeky smile before saying, "Well," and gesturing down to bulge in my boxers.

"Shut the fuck up," I breathed, before leaning down to her face and capturing her lips in mine. Her hands found my back and slid up under my shoulders before tickling down my spine. My back arched and my smile broke the kiss.

"I really want to feel your hands on my body ma', I do," I said as I pulled away from the kiss, "but if I'm laughing while I'm trying to kiss you, we're gonna have to put them away. And I really don't want to do that."

"Okay, I'm sorry," She bit her lip.

"One, you have nothing to be sorry for. Two, put that lip back where it belongs." I said and pulled it from between her lips. "Now let's take care of my favorite girl, hm?".

I leaned back from her chest and sat back on my knees but snaked an arm behind her to pull her up with me. I grasped the hem of my hoodie that adorned her body, pausing for a moment to remember this moment. I, Christopher Sturniolo, was about to pull my sweatshirt off of this woman's body to expose my half-naked best friend. What a morning...

Third Person Point of View

Chris slowly bunched the thick material around her waist and over her chest and she raised her arms for her to rip it off. He avoided looking until it was fully gone and she was left in nothing but her underwear. He blinked his eyes down to her breasts and took his time admiring each one. His large hands cupped her B-cup tits and massaged them in his hands. She whined in response and bucked her hips up toward his. One hand dropped her breasts and pushed her hips back down to the bed.

"Patience, ma'," He sighed looking in her eyes before darting his own back to her body, "I wanna take my time with you."

His hands dragged down her stomach and sides and down to her hips where he fiddled with the lacy trim of her panties. He continued to touch her thighs, his fingertips tickling the soft skin. He hooked his hands under her knees and slowly separated her thighs.

Vulnerability took Isabelle over and suddenly grew very nervous. She took in a deep breath, one all too similar to the kind Matt takes when he's getting anxious.

"Hey, you okay?" He checks, releasing a leg and reaching up to cup her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Just a bit nervous, s'all." She assures.

"Ya' sure?" She nods and he makes his way back down to her thighs. He separated her legs again and allowed his hands to fall down the outside of thighs and to her panties again. He grips the hem of them in his slender fingers and pulls them down and over her knees. He unhooks them from her ankles and tosses them elsewhere. Isabelle's legs instinctively closed again and this time, Chris gripped her knees tightly and threw them apart, "Keep these. Right here. I'm not gonna tell you again."

Chris was always a more dominant person. Within his past relationship, hook-ups, and even friendships, he always took on a dominant, sometimes fatherly role. With Isabelle, he was always very protective and casually dominant. Making sure she ate, tying her shoes for her, and scolding her when necessary. Chris has always imagined how much of a brat or how much of a sub she was in bed and Isabelle has always wondered just how dominant Chris could be. And neither of them could lie, this was exactly what they had hoped for.

"Yes sir," She nodded quickly, swallowing thickly.

Chris' gaze diverted to her most private area. The sight he was met with was heavenly. Entirely bare, smooth and so incredibly wet was his, soon to not be, best friend's pussy. He bit his lip and looked up to the ceiling, silently begging for forgiveness for the thoughts he was having.

"So pretty, baby," He cooed, "So fuckin' gorgeous. And just for me, right?" His voice dropped.

"Yes, yes. Only you. Belongs to you." She whimpered as her hips writhed against the bed. She wanted to, no, she needed him to touch her.

"That's right," He whispered and reached out to drag his fingers through her folds, "So pink and wet and all mine."

His touch lit Isabelle on fire. His fingertips grazed over her clit and her breath hitched in her throat. His cold fingers dragged over her core again and slid down to her entrance, "Gotta open you up a bit first, mama."

She whined as his fingers slid inside of her, going deeper and deeper with every second. The pressure inside of her so foreign, as she hadn't been touched in months, "Chris," she breathed.

"What, baby? Feel good?" He coaxed

"Yes, Chris. You know it does," She breathed as her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids. He continued his work inside of her, curling his fingers and pumping them in and out of her. All she could do was writhe and whimper due to the pleasure coursing through her body and he just watched in awe of her beauty.

"Chris," She gasped, shooting her eyes open, "Chris, I'm gonna cum!" She exclaimed as her legs and hips roamed the bed even more.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum?" She nodded and bit down on her lip as her eyes squinted shut, "Go ahead, mama. Cum on my fingers."

She breathed out swiftly as she tried to suppress her moans and whimpers. She brought her hand down to her mouth and bit down on her wrist. Chris reached up with his free hand and tore it from her mouth, "No no no. I wanna hear my pretty girls' pretty sounds."

His words only amplified the pleasure already upon her and she whimpered even louder, however, she still tried to remain quiet so that Nick and Matt wouldn't hear. Gross. She thought. I'm thinking about his brothers while he's knuckle deep inside of me.

He worked her through her high and her breathing slowed as she gained control of herself once again. Part of her was worried about how overstimulated she would be, but she secretly craved the feeling and the control that he has over her. Once she had come down, he pulled his fingers out of her heat and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Isabelle's brows pinned together as she felt herself getting even more worked up. He backed away from her body to pull his own boxers from his legs. Exposing his cock to her.

Holy fuck. She thought. She had always imagined what his dick would look like but she would feel guilty and perverted when her mind went too far. She had always thought it would be big, but not this big.

"God, everything about you is so fuckin' beautiful," He breathed, letting his eyes wander her body, "The way you sound when your moaning and whining," He straightened her legs around his waist, "How your hips move because it just feels too good," He teased her and wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her closer so that he core was flush with his own, "And your pretty little face when I touch you just right or say what you need to hear. How your eyes get bigger and how you bite your soft, so soft, lips."

"Christopher," She huffed, "Please."

"Alright, alright. I'm gettin' there," He soothed, running the back of his fingers over he cheek, "Just can't get over you."

His right hand grabbed the base of his cock and his left reached to wrap around her right thigh, "Let me know if anything hurts, okay? You understand?" She nodded in response but that wasn't

good enough for him. He tilted his head and pinched her thigh making her yelp, "You know better than that. Use your words."

"Yes, I understand." She spat out quickly, her need becoming more and more apparent.

"Good girl," He dragged his cock through her folds, the feeling of her warm wetness engulfed his tip and his body shuddered at the feeling. He pressed his tip to her entrance just to test the waters and her body seized for a moment. His eyes darted up to her and his eyebrows raised to check on her.

"I'm okay, promise. Please, keep going." She begged and bucked her hips, getting impossible closer to him. Ever so slowly, he pushed further in, working against the resistance he was met with. He tried his best to keep his eyes open as he felt her stretch and squeeze around his size. Once she got just over halfway he felt her body pull back slightly and a whine of pain escaped her lips, "Chris." She whispered with a trembling voice.

"I know, I know," He soothed, bending down to place a chaste kiss on her lips, "Just a little more, hm? Think you can take it?" He ran his hands up and down her thighs.

"Mhm, yes," She whimpered, "Yes, I can take it."

"Know you can, mama." He praised before pushing in all the way. Isabelle moaned in response and Chris jaw fell slack and his eyes slammed shut before a cheeky smirk was planted on his face, "So fuckin' good, ma'" He breathed out while shaking his head. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size. Once she gave him the green light, there was no going back.

He pulled back and slammed back in, watching her body move up and down on the bed. His hands gripped her hips tightly for leverage as he thrusted his length inside of her.

"Oh my God!" She moaned, her eyes pinching shut. He continued his assault on her pussy and watched as her innocent eyes stared up at his dominant ones. He pinched his lip to try and conceal his own moans but he failed miserably. Groans, moans, and whimpers of pleasure fell from his plush lips as he worked his way through her.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight, holy fuck," He groaned and mounted his hands under her thighs to lift them to 90 degrees, then he slid them down to her calves and through them over his shoulder and leaned forward to continue. This new angle had her throwing her head back and moaning loudly.

"Chris, Chris, Chris," She moaned, tears springing to her eyes are the stimulation, "Oh my fucking God." Her hands reached up to cover her face as hot tears fell from her eyes. They were tears of pleasure, but they were tears, nonetheless, and she didn't want him to see her crying. His hands removed their harsh grip from her hips, where there were surely bruises, and they tore her hands away from her face and he pinned them with one hand to the bed. His brows furrowed when he saw the tears but they leveled out when she cried, "Feels so good. So deep."

His eyes traveled down to her core but were stopped when he saw a lump in her lower stomach. He halted his movements inside of her and she sprang up in surprise to ask him why he stopped. When he challenged force with his hand on the shape, her jaw fell open and a high moan tumbled from her mouth. Her hand shot for his wrist to move it but he was much stronger than her. He could feel the force because it was him that was making the lump.

"Yeah? So deep? You feel me here?" He pressed harder, "You feel me in your tummy, taking up all this space?" He taunted and started his thrusts once again. She fell back against the pillows once again, and he allowed her to be his pillow princess. "That's right. Just lay back and let me fuck you, yeah?" He said and his hands found their way back to her hips so that he could pound into her harder.

"Chris, 'm so close," She whimpered and grasped the sheets in her hands.

His eyes stared down into hers, "I know baby, I'm almost there. You just gotta wait a little bit longer."

"I can't Chris," She whimpered, trying to mitigate the overwhelming pleasure that tingles all over her body. Chris' thrusts didn't relent and he worked so hard to chase his building high, "I can't hold it."

"Then, go ahead, ma'," He permitted, "Cum on my cock, baby."

With that, Isabelle's back arched off the bed and her body writhed in Chris' hands. He pushed her back down to the bed and continued to work in and out of her. Her vision clouded and her eyes rang slightly as he was overstimulating her. High pitched whines and whimpers started to fall from her plump lips and he looked up to his eyes in concern.

"It's alright, mama," He laughed and breathed a chuckle at her dependence on him, "I've got you."

Chris high followed shortly after and whines and whimpers fell from her lips as she fucked her through both of their orgasms, "Want my cum inside you, don't you mama? Want me to make you a mama someday, hm?" His mindless, meaningless words didn't register in his brain but they did in hers and her mind clouded at the pleasure she was experiencing. She nodded in response, not even really meaning to.

Chris continued to pump thick ropes of cum into her and once he was done, he plopped down onto her front, leaving his softening cock inside of her to trap the mess they'd made.

"You okay, my girl?" He checked on her after taking a moment to catch his breath. When she didn't answer and all she heard were her quick breaths, he pushed himself up from his position directly on top of her and looked at her face. He was met with a spacey, fucked-out mess of a woman that he needed to take care of. "Isabelle, baby, you're here with me yeah?" He tucked a sweaty strand of her hair behind her ears and tried to provide her with grounding, innocent touches.

Her cloudy eyes found him and she nodded, unable to form words yet. He just chuckled and pulled out of her slowly so that he could do what he needed to do for her. This made her finally speak, "No," She whined, "Wanted you to stay." She pouted.

"Trust me, ma', I did too, but I need to clean my favorite girl up," He said in a dominant tone that told her not to argue and she didn't even want to. He climbed off the bed and slid his arms underneath her body to carry her bridal style to the bathroom. Isabelle had finally come back to planet earth and found herself staring at him in amazement. "Why're you looking at me like that?" He squinted.

"Nothin'. I just love you," She murmured softly in his ear and her hand played with the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

"I love you too. You're so perfect." He complimented and set her on the toilet. She stared up at him with her lips folded into her mouth.

"I'm not peeing with you in here, mister." She said sternly.

"Bro," he kissed his teeth, "I was just balls deep inside of you and you think I care about watching you pee?"

"I don't care if you care, I care if I care. Now please, exit." She shooed him away with her hand. He groaned before spinning on his heels.

"Anything for my favorite girl."

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aaaahhhh!!! i know this took way longer than expected but i had a ton of exams and my schedule just got super busy, but she's finally here. i'm sorry if it was underwhelming or not what you expected but this was my first time writing something like this, so let me know what you think or what to work on.

thank you all so much for all the love, i definitely wasn't expecting this many people to see my work, so, for that i'm very grateful.

i have a series planned, so, be on the look out for any information about that.

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ariqxwz · 3 months

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𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘

𝔓𝔞𝔦r𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Christopher sturniolo ︀︀x fem!reader

𝔰𝔶𝔭𝔫𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔰 - You are famous, and Chris has a big crush on you. Finally, you meet in person thanks to Nick

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 - English is not my first language, so forgive me if I make mistakes.

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 - 1053

"Chris, Y/n just posted a video!" Nick shouted from the living room.

Chris rushed out of his room and plopped down on the couch next to his brothers.

"She's got you hooked," Matt laughed, setting his phone aside and focusing on the living room TV, paused with your video.

You had a channel with your friends, creating videos similar to those of the triplets. Your channel had almost 5 million followers, making you quite famous, and your fans loved you.

"Quiet down, Nick, hit play," Chris said, his gaze fixed on the TV.

Nick chuckled and played the video; there you were on the screen with your two friends.

"Rock, paper, scissors," you said after a while of chatting.

"No way," you laughed, having drawn paper and your friends scissors. "Looks like I'll be the blindfolded one."

The video continued, Chris keeping his eyes on you. Despite not knowing you in person or whether you were aware of his existence, he had a major crush on you.

"I'd love to meet her in person," Chris murmured, earning curious looks from his brothers.

"We already know, every time you watch one of her videos, you say that," Nick rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the screen.

"Y/n!" Daniela shouted, approaching you and pulling you away from the kitchen island.

"I need a piece of paper, can you guys give me a piece of paper?" You asked, turning your head both ways, expecting a response that didn't take long to come.

You felt someone put their hands on your shoulders and move you. "You need to wash your whole body," Sophie said.

"Oh, that reminds me of Nick," you said as Sophie led you to the kitchen sink.

"Nick?" Sophie asked.

Daniela grabbed the camera and brought it closer to you both, recording as Sophie washed your hands.

"Yeah, Nick Sturniolo, from Sturniolo Triplets, don't you know him?"

Nick and Matt exchanged glances, waiting for Chris to react (which didn't take long), him jumping up from the couch.

"She knows you, she knows us!" Chris celebrated with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, Chris, she knows us. Sit down and watch the video," Matt laughed, grabbing him by the arm to get him to sit back on the couch.

Nick took the remote again and pressed play.

"No, I don't know who they are," Sophie replied, turning off the tap.

"You should watch their videos; they're very funny," you said while drying your hands with a piece of paper.

Daniela put the camera back in place when Sophie and you approached the island to continue with the brownie.

"I know them; what about you, Y/n? Are you a Chris girl, Matt girl, or Nick girl?" Daniela asked, appearing on camera again.

"Chris girl, definitely."

Chris looked at his excited brothers; they laughed at his exaggerated reaction.

"I've never been so excited because a girl said she's a Chris girl," he nervously laughed, running a hand through his hair.

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"I don't understand why you guys drag me out of bed so early to go play hockey," Chris complained, rubbing his eyes.

"Can you stop complaining?! That's all you ever do," Nick complained this time, causing his brothers to laugh.

Matt started the car and began driving towards the hockey rink.

Minutes later, Chris furrowed his brow in confusion as he looked out the window.

"This isn't the way," he said confused.

"The road is closed," Nick replied.

Chris shook his head and took his phone out of his pocket to go on Instagram.

"Leave the phone and move your butt," Nick said, getting out of the car and grabbing his backpack.

Chris and Matt followed suit and entered the facility. They passed the locker rooms before entering the rink.

"Who in their right mind comes to skate at eight in the morning?" Chris complained, walking through the hallways to get to the rink.

"You're such a pain," Nick made a face.

The triplets stepped onto the rink, finding three girls on the ice, one brunette and the other two blondes.

"Hey!" Nick greeted, getting onto the rink already with skates on.

Chris looked at Matt confused, who didn't say anything, just smiled.

Seconds later, Chris and Matt were approaching those girls who had their backs to them, although, truth be told, they looked quite familiar.

"Look, they're coming this way," Nick said, making the girls turn to look at them.

Chris's eyes widened in surprise when his eyes met yours.

"I had thought about doing a collaboration between the two channels." Nick continued. "You already know each other, so I don't see it necessary to introduce you."

Later, you started skating, and Chris fell behind, so you decided to join him.

"Hello," you greeted kindly, skating up to his side.

Chris turned his head to look at you and smiled.

"Hey," was all he managed to say.

"Nick told me you like our videos," you said, still smiling.

"Yeah, well, I always laugh," he said, nervously running a hand through his hair.

"I like your videos too; I laugh a lot as well."

You noticed Chris blushing slightly, but he turned his head to avoid you noticing – although you did – and smiled.

After a few seconds in silence, he finally gathered the courage to speak, even without looking at you.

"Could I get your number? For the collaboration and all, I mean."

You laughed slightly and looked at him.

“I'll give it to you now," you said, grabbing his hand to pull him off the rink.

Chris rummaged through his backpack for his phone, and when he finally found it, he handed it to you for you to enter your number.

"Do you mind if I text you not just for the collaboration? I really like you, and I think... we could be friends," he said, running his hand through his hair again as he looked at you while you typed on his phone.

"Sure" you smiled and handed him back the phone.

Chris took the phone and put it back in his backpack as best he could since he was nervous.

"Come on, let's go back to the rink" you said, grabbing his hand again to lead him back to the rink.

He didn't refuse, and you could see his smile again with a slight blush on his cheeks.

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The Triplets (9)

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The moment they stepped inside, Ben was already pulling Lizzie to him, big hands possessive as they grabbed her waist, and she gasped in surprise before Beau scooped her up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder.

"Hey!" his brother protested.

"Talking, Ben," he walked to the couch. "That's what we are doing."

She couldn't even protest as he carried her away, leaving him huffing.

"I got blue balls now, you know?" he asked. "It's very serious."

"Good thing both your hands function," Dean quipped. "And you can use them."

Beau carried Lizzie to the living room, and brought her down to the same stupid couch where everything happened, placing her on his lap.

"Shouldn't I get dressed?" she asked, fidgeting in the big hoodie and little shorts she'd managed to put on.

But he placed his hand around her waist and kissed her shoulder.

"It's fine," he assured her. "We just want to talk, okay?"

The other two sat down, and she could see Ben pouting as they fell into silence, and she couldn't quite pick who she was even looking at.

"Well..." Dean spoke slowly. "Hm."

Beau rubbed her thigh gently.

"You should know," he spoke gently. "That if you don't want anything with us. That if you ever feel like this isn't a relationship you want to get into, you don't have to do so."

"We don't expect sex as rent, that's what he means," Ben crossed his arms. "Those are different things."

She nodded. Lizzie knew that already! They were good people, good men!

They would never, ever, force her into anything. She was the problem!

"I know," she assured them. "I just... I need you to know you guys don't need to do anything! You don't need to pretend for me!"

Beau squeezed her.

"Pretend?" he asked.

She looked back at him.

"You're brothers," Lizzie reminded them. "And I don't want to stand between you, I don't want you to think you have to pretend you are alright with anything I do, because I'm a guest in your house and one of your brothers might like me!"

She turned to face Ben and Dean.

"The way I feel..." she took in a deep breath. "I wish I could say one of you makes me feel this way, but it is not true. All of you do, and I know it is so wrong and-"

"Bullshit," Ben interrupted her.

Lizzie deflated and Beau stiffened behind her, his grip turning protective.

"I know, it's hard to understand," she told him. "But my feelings..."

"Not your feelings," he stopped. "Your feelings make sense. Them being wrong? That's bullshit."

He leaned closer to her, green eyes hard and so certain it made her shiver.

"I want to be with you, Dean wants to be with you, Beau wants to be with you," he listed. "You want to be with us. Everyone is an adult, everyone is sober, everyone is mentally... not too bad."

Dean chuckled by his side.

"What is stopping us?" Ben asked.

Lizzie looked an answer, but gasped when he stood, grabbed her face and kissed her.

She got wet right there and then.

Well, it wasn't like she wasn't already from being fucking in the kitchen, but being kissed by him while on Beau's lap and with Dean watching?

Yes, it was something extra.

"I thought we were here to talk," Dean spoke very loudly.

"We are," Beau growled behind her. "Do you think of anything but sex?"

But someone tugged on her shirt, pulling it up, and she gasped when Ben moved up to her tits, caressing her nipples with rough thumbs.

"Can you, when she looks so pretty when she is turned on?" he pulled back, speaking against her hips.

Beau moved under her, as if to move her away, and she stood up, pressing her chest to Ben's hands.

"Lizzie," he called behind her.

Ben pinched her nipple, tugging on it, and she moaned.

"Please," she whined.

She hadn't even cum!

"You wanna be all high and mighty, then check for yourself," Ben commanded. "Pull those little shorts, check if she's enjoying it."

But she pulled away from him, and Ben and Beau followed her with their eyes and she stood before them, and Lizzie tried her best to look sexy as she moved her hands to her shirts and pushed them down, stripping for them.

Could she make a little show with two pieces? She could try.

The three watched her silently, and she took in a deep breath before pulling off the big sweatshirt, and Dean inhaled when she revealed her ass.

Oh, he was still behind her, wasn't he?

Lizzie pulled it up and up, until her tits were out too, and tried to look elegant as she threw it from over her head.

She looked back at Dean, finding him licking his lips, and Ben chuckled.

"This is better than any strip show," he joked. "If only I had some ones..."

"Shut up, she's not a stripper," Beau gruffed.

She looked back at them, and they were all seated, watching.

Waiting for who would take the first step, maybe?

She was about to pick for them when she felt Dean's hand behind her, squeezing her ass and pulling her.

"Let me have my own share," he whispered into her ear.

Lizzie giggled, touching his face and turning around, kissing his lips and touching his chest.

"If you are going to hoard her, at least let us see," Ben complained.

Dean, though, pulled her to his lap, making her straddle him, and pulled Lizzie up to kiss her neck.

"You can watch her bubble ass as she bounces on my cock," he grabbed her hips.

She gasped when he moved his lips to her sensitive nipple, biting sweetly and sucking on it.

"Dean," she gasped.

His hand spread her legs, and she tried to arch her ass to the other boys.

She could hear the moment they saw her pussy, the way they inhaled in deep.

Lizzie's attention was taken back when Dean pushed his fingers into her cunt, and almost didn't hear as someone walked away.

Was everything alr-

"Fuck, you're still a little loose from Ben fucking you," he hissed. "Taking cock so well, baby... you didn't even wait for us to join you."

She whined, feeling her face hot.

Not like she knew they wanted to join.

"Did he make you feel good, baby?" he licked her other breast. "Did my dumb brother make you cum?"

She squirmed.

"Well..." Lizzie mumbled.

Dean stopped.

"What is it?" Beau asked, and she could hear him moving.

Dean pushed his fingers into her hair, making her fall with her head on his chest, and fucked her slowly with his fingers.

"He didn't make her cum!" he exclaimed, outraged.

Beau pinched her nipples.

"That won't do," he decided. "Not even getting fucked made her cream?"

She squirmed, basking in the mix of being paid such attention to, but being spoken over as if she wasn't even there.

Beau pulled her, making her stand up, and Lizzie gasped when Dean turned her around quickly.

"I guess we do need to do all the work here, hm?" Beau hummed, kissing her lips.

Lizzie melted into his arms and his sweet, sweet kiss, already, and just let him manhandle her back into Dean's lap, this time facing away from him.

She barely processed when the head of Dean's cock poked her entrance, and mewled when she felt the tip entering her.

"We're going to make you cum, pretty girl," he pulled out, rubbing his head on her clit before moving back and then pushing into her again.

Beau pulled his hand, and she whimpered when he rested his forehead on hers and reached between her legs, caressing her clit with his fingers.

Lizzie moaned loudly as his brother pushed in, filling her up quickly.

"Such a good girl," he praised, finger circling her clit a little tighter. "She swallows up cock so good."

She moaned, throwing her head back, and didn't have time to whine when Beau pulled away from her.

He knelt between her legs and when she looked down at him, the image was the most erotic thing she could have seen.

"Uncle Beau?" she asked softly.

His eyes connected with hers, and he leaned in close to her, sticking out his tongue and licking her clit like a little kitten.

"Just relax, baby girl," Dean put his hand on her waist, sitting her all the way down his thick cock. "Let us make you feel good."

He moved his hips under her, thrusts slow and deep, but Uncle Beau had his own pace.

His lips and his tongue were hungry on her clit, never leaving it, never stopping sucking and licking and playing with her, fast and hungry.

As if she could move at all between them as they did that.

Lizzie was so overstimulated, so overpleasured, she could only fucking take it.

"Fucking hell," Ben growled.

She looked opened her eyes, and he was standing a few steps away from them, watching them.

Dean held her down by her middle, and Beau squeezed her thighs.

Lizzie could only cry.

It was too fucking much.

"You couldn't make her cum," he spoke behind her. "We took over."

Ben huffed.

"I could!" he argued. "But you guys had to barge in before I even tried!"

Beau sucked on her clit harder, and her eyes nearly crossed.

Almost right after, Dean's cock brushed against her sweetest spot, and Lizzie cried out loud.

"Show him how pretty you can cum, sweetheart," he kissed her cheek.

"Fuck!"

Lizzie arched her hips, and gasped when he wrapped his hand around her neck, holding her in place.

She moaned in pleasure, that exact move making her cum.

When she opened her eyes, Ben had his phone up.

"Smile for the came, sweet girl," he walked closer to them.

Dean grabbed her thighs, fucking her deeper as Beau fucking devoured her.

God, she almost came again just like that.

"Please," she whined.

Dean squeezed her neck a little more.

"Cum again, pretty girl," he commanded. "Cum on my cock before I fill you up."

She did, shaking on top of him, and Beau only pulled away from between her legs when she was done.

He kissed her lips with deep hunger, holding her by her hair as Dean fucked her fast and hard on the chair, using her.

Dean moaned under her, and she could feel the moment he filled her up.

It was so warm and tick, so filling.

She couldn't even enjoy the feeling, though, as Beau quickly pulled her up.

He pulled her, taking her right to the couch, and Lizzie gasped when he tossed her with her belly down, pulling her hips up and nudging her entrance with his cock.

"You want me to fuck you now, pretty girl?" he purred.

"Oh, come on!" Ben walked to you, his phone not in his hand anymore. "You've already fucked her!"

Beau moved his cock, rubbing her sensitive clit, and she gasped as he did.

"So what?"

She was so fucking sensitive.

"Beau," she whined.

"I won't fuck a loose pussy after you are done," Ben protested. "You two have fucked her already and when it was my turn you two just stopped it."

Beau dipped the tip into her, as if he didn't even care, and she whined.

Suddenly, he was taken away, and she opened her eyes to find Ben stumbling back from pushing Beau away, until his brother put him in a headlock.

Fuck, she shouldn't find that hot.

And yet her pussy fluttered, empty.

Needy.

Dean chuckled, and she looked at him, finding him watching them, very amused.

He was very used to that, wasn't he?

"Whoever fucks me last can fuck me longer," she blurted out.

Lizzie only processed her words when they were already out, and Beau smirked when their eyes connected, releasing Ben.

"Well," he stood straighter. "Go on, Benny. Have your turn. I don't mind having some sloppy thirds."

She was flustered at his words, but Ben didn't care.

"Make sure to try and make her cum this time, will you?" Dean teased him.

He scoffed, moving to her, and Lizzie looked back at him as he caressed the middle of her back.

"Where were you?" she whined.

Why had he left?

He pulled two things from his pocket, and her eyes widened, showing them off to her.

A butt plug.

And lube.

"I had a little plan for you," he hummed. "But I think we'll have to wait, hm?"

She gasped when he felt his cock nudging her.

"I guess tonight you're going to be our little cum dump."

"Ben," Dean called.

Ben scoffed behind her, rubbing her up and down.

"She might be small, but she is a big girl, Dean," he purred. "She's gonna lose her ass virginity at some point. Why not let her Uncle Ben be it?"

She moaned, feeling completely pathetic as he teased her pussy, up and down, up and down, up-

"Please," she whined. "Uncle Ben. Stop teasing me!"

He chuckled, and she jumped when he moved his fingers to caress her ass.

"Ben!" Dean argued.

She whined.

"It's alright," she moaned. "Dean!"

Ben poured something warm against her ass, and she gasped in surprise.

"Wrong name, baby girl," he corrected her, giving her ass a slap.

Lizzie whined.

"You two are so fucking easy on her," he grunted. "She's a needy slut who loves being teased."

She squirmed, closing her eyes when he circled her with his finger, cock brushing against her entrance.

"Ben," she whined.

"Lizzie," he cooed back, mocking her.

Beau scoffed, sitting on the couch, close enough that he could touch her face if he wanted to.

"Just hurry up already," he grunted.

Ben moved behind her, and he tossed something onto him.

"Make yourself useful," he commanded. "Take a picture."

She looked at Beau, and he was rolling his eyes, but took the phone on his lap anyway.

"Wanna be filmed, Lizzie?" he caressed her hair.

Her cheeks burned hot.

"Yes, uncle Beau."

He smirked, and angled the phone to get her face just as Ben teased her asshole, pushing his cock into her cunt very slowly.

"Do you think Ben can fuck your little brains out?" he cooed.

Lizzie nodded, and he took a hand to her face, pushing his fingers into her lips.

"Pretty, pretty girl," he hummed, fucking her mouth.

Ben pushed his cock inside her more, filling her again as his finger pushed a finger into her ass.

"Look at you," Beau fucked her with his fingers. "Eyes so glazy... must be feeling so good, little princess."

Fuck, she could hear how wet her pussy was.

"You are so slicky and squishy..." Beau purred. "Must be so, so easy to just slide in there."

"I can just slide in," Ben hummed.

And he did, pushing all the way into her and making her cry out, and Beau pulled his fingers from her mouth, petting her hair a bit.

They were so fucking big, all of them.

Lizzie's brain dripped from her ears at the thought of being fucked like that every day, filled and used.

"Fuck, suck a good cunt," Ben fucked her with his finger. "Want to have you seated on my cock while I work... gonna make you warm me up."

She whined.

"Please," she begged.

But Dean chuckled.

"What work?" he scoffed.

Ben bent down, pressing his lips to her ear.

"I'll fuck you during my shows," he whispered into her ear. "I've been thinking about getting a pussy to fuck, and now I got one for free."

She moaned in pleasure.

Wait, did he work with livestreams?

"We'll see how many times they'll allow me to make you cum," he bit her earlobe. "That might teach you, hm?"

Lizzie gasped, and he pulled back, taking his cock almost all the way out and then pushing into her again.

"Ben!"

He chuckled.

"Teach me what?" she moaned.

He pulled his finger back, and when it came back, there were two of them.

"To be patient," he grunted. "And take what we give you. Maybe they'll drive the message better than me."

She moaned.

The thought of that made her feel so gooey.

Dozens... maybe hundreds of people watching her get fucked and used. Making her cum and cum until she was stupid.

His cock brushed against her sweet spot and Ben took a hand down, pinching her clit.

"Won't you love that?"

"Yes," she begged. "Please, Ben!"

He pulled his fingers out, and she gasped when he pushed the plug into her all the way in.

Before she could even react to it, he moved behind her, fucking her hard.

The way she moaned was embarrassing.

Beau put the camera on her face, missing the way his brother was using her, focused on her face.

She probably looked like the sluttiest of whores.

"Needy slut," he rubbed her clit.

Lizzie came right there, overstimulated already.

"Needy slut," he rubbed her clit.

Lizzie came right there, overstimulated already.

"Daddy," she cried.

"Fuck," Beau growled.

Ben buried his cock into her cunt, moaning darkly and cumming deep in her, filling her up.

So much cum in her pussy, God...

Beau laughed at his brother.

"Couldn't hold back, Ben?" he teased, tossing his phone at him. "Move over. I'll show you two."

He panted behind her, still, patting the plug, and she whined.

"Shut up, Beau," he grunted. "Been hard for a fucking hour."

"Yeah, yeah," his brother scoffed. "Don't let the cum out."

But Ben didn't move, kissing her back at first.

"Take care of it for me, will you, pretty girl?" he twisted the toy inside her, making her whine. "I'll start training that ass tomorrow."

Ben pulled back from inside her, but she had no time to get used to being empty, and Beau pushed his cock inside her right away.

"Uncle Beau!"

"There's my pussy, missed it all day," he grunted. "So messy, dripping out all that seed."

She moaned, closing her eyes.

"Do you think that'll be enough to breed you?" he picked her up, sitting her on his lap facing his brothers.

Lizzie moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulders.

"But we can't!" she whined.

He took his hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit.

"Oh, I've seen where that goes," Ben chuckled, phone pointed to her. "Sweet girl can't be bred by loved it so, so much."

Lizzie whined, squirming on top of him.

"But Ben!" she whined.

He clicked his tongue.

"No, sweetheart," he corrected her. "I'm daddy."

She pouted, squirming as Beau rubbed her clit.

"All that cum inside you," he purred. "I can feel how much you like it, I can feel your stupid cunt squeezing my cock."

Dean stood, walking to stand by her side, and pinched her nipples.

"Her tits are so small," he noted. "Imagine how big they'll get when we put our baby in her."

She could only moan, mind in a goo.

That couldn't feel hot. It shouldn't make her horny, it-

"Go on, baby," uncle Beau kissed her ear. "Cum for us while we breed you."

She came, crying and shaking on top of him, completely soft already, nearly light-headed.

"You're gonna let us use you just like that, won't you?" he made her bounce, Dean's fingers replacing his as Beau grabbed her hips, fucking her. "Gonna let us fill you up, fuck you deep."

"No need to find a job," Ben told her. "Just stay home, be our little stay-at-home girlfriend."

"Our girl," Beau grunted. "Now and forever."

He slammed into her hard, making her feel like her brain was just banging against the walls of her skull.

Again, she came, feeling like it would never even stop.

"I can't," she begged. "Can't cum anymore, please."

Dean pulled his fingers away, and Beau hugged her close as he used her, cumming inside her quickly as she floated in the pleasure of being thoroughly theirs.

She didn't miss the feeling of him cumming in her, and fell onto his shoulder as she kissed sweetly all over her face, shoulder and neck.

She felt someone between her legs, and Lizzie gasped when Beau pulled inside her and hands held her legs spread.

"Fuck, yes," Ben grunted from between her legs. "Look at all that cum, baby girl."

"Careful," Beau panted. "It's going to stain the couch."

"I'll deal with that," he assured him. "I've never stained it, not gonna be a first now."

She heard the sound of Dean gagging for a moment before Ben kissed her thigh and pulled back, and opened her eyes to look at them.

"Poor baby girl," Dean cooed, picking her up, and she wrapped her legs around him weakly. "Let's take you to the bathroom to clean you."

Dean was very gentle with her, never lingering in a weird way, giving her a moment to pee - because UTIs aren't nice - and fixed her hair before carrying her to a very large and very comfy bed.

Lizzie scrunched her nose at being alone, but embraced the body that first lied by her side.

"You know, your room is surprisingly clean."

She looked up, picking up on Beau's voice, and Ben squeezed her.

"What's up with all the cameras?" Dean mumbled.

She looked around, surprised to see how many cameras he had set around, capturing his bed in many positions, all with their lenses covered.

"They are off, don't worry," he gruffed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'm not gonna waste my time putting them away for you."

Dean scoffed, and she felt the bed dip, and relaxed when she felt him embracing her closely, only in his underwear.

"Hey," Beau called. "Where do I go?"

She opened her eyes and the boys squeezed her.

He was standing by the bed with an annoyed face.

"I'm not moving," Ben hid his face in her neck.

Beau huffed.

"Ben!" he half whined.

Dean sighed by her side, and Lizzie gasped when he lifted her and put her on top of him.

"We be the bed," he decided.

Lizzie couldn't quite complain.

Beau lied down with them, at last, and she rested on Dean's chest, feeling Beau's fingers when he started to pet her hair.

“When was the last time we all shared a bed together?” he hummed.

"Not since our balls dropped," Ben spoke into her neck.

But Dean had a different answer.

“No, it was definitely after our birthday, two years ago," he corrected him. "You were such a baby and wouldn’t get your fat ass off of my bed, and Beau was worried you’d choke on your vomit in your sleep.”

Ben scoffed.

“Hey, I’m in a strict diet, you definitely weigh more than me, fatso.”

She felt Dean moving to answer him, but Lizzie was quick to diffuse the situation, kissing Dean, then Ben, then Beau.

"Be nice to one another," she scolded them. "You're brothers."

The boys all laughed.

"We are mean to each other because we are brothers," Dean pointed out.

Lizzie huffed and they all kissed her, both her cheeks and forehead.

"We'll be nice," Beau promised. "For you."

Dean hummed in agreement.

"Right, Ben?" he raised his head.

Ben scoffed.

"Right, right."

She smiled, cheeky.

"Good, or you are never touching this pussy again," Lizzie affirmed.

Well...

"For a month," she added.

"Yes, ma'am," they agreed.

. . .

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cheesy-cryptid · 1 year

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Missed them ngl 💗

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sturniolowhore · 4 months

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☁️ BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND #1

summary ⎯ venus has had her eyes on her brother's best friend chris for as long as she can remember but she is far too scared that's all she is to him, his best friend's little sister. what happens when she realises he sees her in a different light and how will she and chris keep it hidden from her brother who has always told his friends never to meddle about with his sister?

part two! ♯ part three! ♯ part four! ♯ part five!

♯ part six!

warnings ⎯ suggestive and sexual, eventual smut, chris x fem!oc, fluff, cursing, kind of angst (?), not proofread

A/N ⎯ finally working on something with parts to it so i'm excited!! as a reminder, leo and venus do not exist irl, i just chose any random names for the sake of the story.

i hope you enjoy <3

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"vee! i think that's chris, can you let him in and tell him i'll be down in five minutes?" venus' brother leo asks her from upstairs, most likely doing something last minute as he always is.

she yells a quick response before heading towards the door, a nervous feeling bubbling up inside of her that always forms when she so much as thinks about chris. honestly speaking, she's liked him for years and everytime he comes over to hang out with her brother, she has to try and act as though she doesn't feel anything towards him. it's hard to do so when he's just so fucking hot and everything about him sends her into a spiral from his voice to his personality and everything in between.

she puts her thoughts aside quickly and opens the door after a brief nervous exhale and comes face to face with what she can only describe as the most gorgeous being she has ever seen, literally. he grins at her with that beautiful smile and she tries her utmost hardest not to fold right then and there at the sight.

"alright saturn?" he asks her, ruffling her hair in greeting as he steps into the house, shutting the door behind him and sliding his shoes off in the meantime.

chris and leo have been friends since they were very young and with that came a friendship between chris and venus. venus likes to think they're close given how long they've known each other but she knows her friendship with him will never surpass the one with him and her brother. he's basically acted like she's leo's little sister for their entire lives so she always doubts things but at the same time, it's reassuring to know chris will never hurt her because of leo.

she isn't actually sure when the nickname saturn appeared but as much as she pretends it annoys her, she's grown rather fond of it. maybe it's the way chris thinks it's the funniest thing in the world that expands her love for it but who's really paying any mind to that?

she smiles softly at him and nods her head before she can stare at him for too long and dwell on the feeling of his hand on her head, "i'm good, how are you?"

"i'm good, better now that i'm not arguing with nick and matt about pointless shit," his tone is slightly angry as he speaks about them and she mentally scolds herself for finding it attractive.

"lee's said he's going to be like five minutes, you can just wait in the living room," she tells him before making her way to the stairs in the hallway to get away without embarrassing herself somehow but before she can get too far, his hand catches her wrist and she turns to face him with somewhat wide eyes.

"don't leave me all bored, come sit with me," he says it as though he hasn't just made her heart race at a million beats per minute so she has no choice but to act nonchalant, offering him a small smile and following him to the living room in a silence that should be comforting but just makes her think about being in close proximity with him and alone at that.

she follows him to the couch and it's slightly amusing because well this is meant to be her house but it seems he's taking control entirely, not that she minds anyway. she'd pretty much do anything for chris, even if he himself is not aware of that fact. she does however sit first, leaving him to decide the distance between the two of them but it seems he isn't one for a lot of space and sits right beside her, his thigh lightly pressing into hers.

she tries not to think about it too much but she can't help it, there's something about chris that just sprouts these sexual thoughts in her head instantly and the fact that her thighs are barely covered with her shorts is just fuelling everything that much more. his hands are placed in his lap and she has to fight the urge to replace them with her own. just his best friend's little sister, she reminds herself mentally and tries not to sigh at the thought.

he turns to her with a curious look on his face and her eyes flicker to the slightest stubble decorating his chin, "lee told me you won the volleyball tournament, that's so fucking sick. i'm so proud of you."

chris sturniolo is proud of her. god he needs to get away immediately so she can scream her happiness into a pillow. but of course, he's right here so she remains calm, still beaming at him but not scaring him off in the process. she gives him a large grin that he returns so fucking beautifully.

"thank you," is all she can manage to get out, too occupied by the way his body is extremely close to hers.

he evidently isn't done with the conversation though because he starts to speak again easily, "so what's next? are you going to become a famous player so i can come to your games and cheer you on from the crowds?"

her heart flutters at the thought of chris coming to watch her play, coming to a game just for her but she quickly stops before she gets too far ahead. he isn't saying anything in the way she wants, he's just being his pure and friendly self.

"oh yeah, nevermind that, i'll give you special vip passes and you can watch from a private area and greet me after every match with signature goldfish," she jokes, remembering their common love for goldfish.

"goldfish? after you won a match? lame! i'll give you a little kiss instead," he beams at her and she rolls her eyes at him as a response.

there's also that. chris jokingly flirts with venus at every opportunity he gets and if she wasn't so used to seeing him flirt with other people, she might even think it was real but no such luck. all she can do when he acts in such a manner is shut him down instantly and act like her heart doesn't beat to the sound of his voice.

"c'mon saturn, you know you want it," he teases and all she can think is i really fucking do.

but of course she can't tell him that so she lies straight though her teeth, "as if i want that stinking mouth anywhere near me."

he laughs at her words before he settles on his own, "i'll get you to crack one day just wait for it. i'll make the fuck out with-" and then he stops mid sentence because leo walks in and honestly, venus thanks him internally because there's no way chris could have finished that sentence without her melting onto the couch in heat.

"chris sorry man, i was feeding lilo," he apologises, referring to the cat, and chris casts it aside instantly, standing up to pull leo into a short hug like usual.

"you could have just told me to do it," venus points out with a shrug but she's also not fussed that he didn't seeing as she spent even a little amount of time with chris.

"isn't lilo venus' cat anyway?" chris raises his brow because that's literally what he's been told ever since they got her.

"she is but lee steals her all the time. i keep telling him to get his own cat and then he can even name it stitch," she rambles excitedly before she gives chris a sheepish smile, knowing she probably seems too passionate about such a small thing.

instead of making fun of her though, chris instead praises her for the idea, "i fucking love lilo and stitch. lee you have to get a cat now and name it stitch."

lee shakes his head at the two of them before slumping onto the couch on the other side of chris, "maybe one day."

"we're gonna watch a movie vee, you staying?" lee questions and that sounds very appealing right now, especially because that means she gets to sit next to chris the entire time.

"yeah i'd love to," naturally, she finds herself agreeing and that's that.

they search netflix for a while before they settle on a random movie that venus has never heard of. if she's being entirely truthful, she wasn't even listening when chris and leo were deciding, she was too preoccupied with staring at chris' flawless side profile.

a while into the movie, she feels her eyes growing heavy and she knows she should probably get up and go to her room to sleep but chris threw his arm over her shoulder a bit ago and the feelings of his body against hers is really fucking comfortable. she attempts to keep her focus on the movie and the characters speaking and the scenes playing out and⎯

she falls alseep, not realising and with her head resting on chris' chest. she of course doesn't know how anyone reacts seeing as she's fallen asleep but when she wakes up after some time, she finds herself in the same position with the tv turned off and chris and leo talking away. chris never moved. his arm is still around her and her head is still glued to his body. her insides feel warm in unexplainable ways but she knows she needs to leave him and lee alone so they can spend some time together without her.

she pretends she's just woken up after a few minutes. okay so her plan was to get up straight away but chris just felt so warm, she couldn't help it.

said boy turns to face her as she stirs and stretches her arms, a small smile planted on her face. he smiles so softly at her, "morning saturn."

she scowls at him but she's enjoying every moment on the down low, "you're so funny chris."

"that's no way to talk to someone who let you use them as a personal pillow for two hours, is it lee?" he turns to leo and of fucking course, leo instantly backs chris up with a teasing grin of his own.

he shakes his head, "really disrespectful chris, some people need to learn manners."

"fuck you guys, i'm going upstairs," she stands up whilst chris and lee laugh with one another as though they've made the funniest jokes in the universe.

"bye saturn."

"bye vee," the two of them say at the same time and so she mumbles a small goodbye in response, following through with her words and heading to her bedroom with a foolish grin that can't be stopped on her face.

for the rest of the day and days after that, she obsesses with the little moments she shared with chris in the way she always does. it may be a little unhealthy how much she thinks about him but who can blame her? he's just so perfect.

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tags: @mattslolita

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mattluvr · 5 months

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home alone

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: after reader shows up at matt’s door, the two end up sharing more than a few kisses

SMUT!! (female oral, riding)

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a simple text later and i was stood outside matt's door, the all too familiar heat flooding through my body as i waited for the doorbell chime to play out. chris and nick were out at that very moment, as i’d been repeatedly told in matt's messages, the words home alone being thrown around quite often.

my fingers itched for him, my body craving that feeling of being pushed up against him, and it was taking every ounce of my willpower not to be courteous and to storm into the house. i needed matt sturniolo in every way shape or form, my body on fire as i waited for him to answer the door.

it felt like years later when the door finally inched open ever so slightly, matt's head peeking round the side. i could've moaned at the mere sight of him, but instead kept myself calm and collected, however hard that may have been.

"took you long enough, sturniolo." i taunted, my breathing becoming more and more ragged as the overwhelming crave for his touch encased me.

he could clearly sense this inevitable discomfort, opening the door painfully slowly until his whole body was revealed, another moan trying its very best to slip past my lips. the smug fucker was wearing an all black fit, sweatpants low slung on his hips, tattoos and veins on full display.

he looked me up and down, chuckling softly as he played with the singular ring on his pointer finger. "nice to see you too, darling."

and that was my breaking point; you couldn't really blame me for practically throwing myself onto matt, our lips forced together angrily, the delightful sound of kissing filling my ears. i pushed against matt, body flush against his, making him walk backwards into the house so that i could shut the door behind us with my foot.

his lips and mine worked over one another rhythmically, my tongue grazing his lips, his hands travelling over my body, clearly not able to keep themselves planted on my lower back like they usually were. a moan escaped me, happily greeted by a groan from him, turning me on even more if possible.

i could've kept sloppily kissing matt for eternity, but i wasn't complaining all that much when his hips bucked into mine, sending me stumbling backwards against the front door with a surprised grunt. so now matt sturniolo was pinning me against a door, lips now leaving subtle marks along my neck and down my collarbone, finding all the right places and producing the most satisfying moans. i’d never been more grateful to be wearing my black lingerie.

as matt continued to leave these lovebites across my chest, his hands, originally planted either side of my head when he'd pushed me against the door, were now on my hips, his knees now visibly sinking into the ground, lips no longer attached to me.

oh my god. i was about to be eaten out. i threw my head back against the door, shivering at matt's wandering hands and cold touch, his fingers circling the waistband of my jeans.

he lifted my shirt ever so slightly, pressing a soft kiss to my abdomen, getting lower and lower until his lips were in tact with the top of my jeans. "may i?"

i nearly came on the spot then, a moan in reply all that i could physically muster. so, with another one of those criminally hot low laughs, matt undid the zipper of my jeans, the denim pooling around my ankles, leaving me in only my black thong and a pair of crocs on my lower half, the latter immediately being slipped off.

"oh, wow." matt chuckled again, his eyes bashful as he looked up at me from where he was kneeling on the floor. "all of this for me, sweetheart?"

"please... matt..." i said, voice weak, hands threatening to travel down to my underwear and do it myself if he didn't hurry up.

matt swatted me away, asking for consent once again before taking off my panties, eyes wide as he realised how drenched i was. but he was persistent, not put off in the slightest. instead, both of matt's hands came to rest on my thighs as he held me open enough for him.

"you sure you're okay with this?" one last check, making him even hotter, and i nodded in response. it was all i could apparently do, my speech seemingly robbed from me as matt groaned deeply before lining himself up, my cunt level with his face.

and so matt began... eating me out. he was experienced, tongue gliding over my entrance and clit, both throbbing in pure pleasure as he did so. this ordeal carried on for a few more minutes, my vocabulary reduced to a shaking mess of moans and 'fuck's' as matt's tongue dipped in and out of me.

one of his hands that'd been pressed against my thigh now came to my clit, two fingers rolling against it. it was the best feeling ever, my eyes rolling back into my head at the heavenly combination.

"fuck, matt, right there." i whispered, his groans against my pussy vibrating upwards, ehancing the pleasure. "oh my god, i'm so close."

matt hummed against me, eyes flickering up to admire the damage he'd managed to cause with a singular tongue and hand. "you've got this, baby. come for me."

"i'm... i... fuck!"

"come for me, y/n." matt murmured, and with one final flick of his tongue, i was seeing stars, that familiar feeling snapping, exploding everywhere. i’d never had an orgasm like it, breathing heavily as matt lifted himself back to face me, wiping me off his face with a small smirk.

"fuck, sturniolo. where did you learn that?" i pushed myself off the door, legs still shaking as i closed the gap between me and matt with a soft kiss.

matt smiled against me, his hands wrapping around my neck. he didn't answer my question, instead allowing his smile to morph into an almost devilish grin as he pulled back. "you up for round 2?"

i gasped, but nodded enthusiastically all the same. "fuck yes. but i'm on top this time."

"deal."

a minimal word exchange yet again, matt now stumbling backwards as i pushed him down the hall towards his room, our lips connected once more in a second display of pure sloppiness. his hands were up my shirt, cupping my breasts through my bra, and my hands were tugging on the hem of his shirt, asking for silent permission to take it off.

"mhm, y/n. oh my god."

i was going to take that as a yes. with a small giggle, i pulled matt's shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor outside his room. i then allowed my fingers to brush all the grooves in his skin, tracing his tattoos slowly, until they found their way to his jeans waistband, my two pointer fingers threading through the belt loops.

never in a million years did i think i'd be doing it, but here i was, pulling matt sturniolo into his room by the belt loops on his jeans, kissing him senseless. we were both breathing heavily as matt turned his light switch on, and i freed myself from his pants, taking my top off and watching in awe as he slipped his jeans off.

now matt was stripped to his underwear, with me left in only my bra, my thong still lying in a heap by the front door. matt didn't seem to be complaining too much though, his eyes travelling down to that area and back multiple times, a smirk adorning his face.

"you can take the bra off now." matt demanded, to which i complied, running my hand through my hair, satisfied with how matt's smirk wavered in response.

"fuck." he muttered, one hand brushing his jawline, before falling to the waistband of his boxers. "care to help a man out?"

i didn't hesitate, on my knees in seconds, shimmying the boxers down and smiling at the sight of him now also completely naked. he reached back and grabbed a condom from his desk drawer, handing it to me, allowing me to put it on teasingly slowly, praying to hear his own moans slip past his lips as i rolled the rubber on carefully.

he did moan, and he did curse under his breath, making me want to lean forward and just suck his dick... but i’d wait. i’d stand back upright and let myself be led over to the bed, preparing myself to ride matt until he was a moaning mess like i’d been mere minutes ago.

with a watchful eye, i followed matt over to his bed, smiling as he laid down, positioning himself so that i would be able to straddle him. i couldn't help but allow my smirk to double at the sight of matt impatiently bucking his hips up, a silent way of telling me to hurry the fuck up.

which i did, gratefully. matt was running his ring clad hand along his torso after all, making me more wet by the second, the urge to mount him strong. but, i was determined to prolong this teasing as much as possible, deciding to go in for a painfully slowly kiss, trailing my lips down his burning hot skin.

"y/n." matt's raspy voice cut straight through me, his desperate groans growing louder as my lips travelled down his neck, chest, stomach, until they paused, hovering over his dick with a growing smirk.

"please. i need you."

i hummed, the pads of my fingers inching closer and closer to the base of his cock, quite enjoying how matt writhed and squirmed under my touch. i never imagined i’d see matt in such a vulnerable, willing state, groaning as i tenderly stroked and rubbed. i could've kept going for hours in all honesty, my core aching at the sight of matt's head thrown back against his pillows, feeling slightly disappointed when his own hand came down to wrap around my wrist, pulling me away.

"you tease me one more time and i might come before i'm even inside you." matt whispered warningly, eyes narrowed.

i grinned, starting to readjust my body so that my legs were either side of matt, now hovering over his dick instead of my lips, laughing in response to this apparent threat. "i'd like that."

matt scoffed in reply, his hands finding their way back to the familiar grooves in my hips, rubbing the skin in slow, dangerous circles, producing a low whimper from me. "you going to ride me now or what?"

"damn." my own hands came to rest on matt's stomach, trying to ignore the way i throbbed for him. my next words were pretty hypocritical, therefore. "so needy, sturniolo."

"only for you, pretty girl."

pretty girl. yeah, i needed matt inside me now, deciding to communicate this by brushing my entrance against his tip, watching with bottom lip clenched between teeth as matt hissed in pleasure.

"what happened to no teasing, huh?" matt snapped, trying his best to not let his subtle groans weaken his threat.

i didn't even think to apologise, just repeated the action a few more times until i was satisfied that matt's moans were no longer subtle. then, softly, after a reassuring nod from the boy, i lowered myself onto matt's dick. slivers of pain overlapped the pleasure as i adjusted myself, the first few bounces slow, testers almost.

but, what with my wetness, my rhythm was easy to find, one hand planted on matt's stomach for support, the other cupping my breast as i threw my head back in sync with my moans. matt's grip was tightening around my hips, guiding me up and down with scattered grunts, his head too thrown back.

"fuck, y/n, yes." he managed to say, mouth open wide as he praised me. "keep doing that, baby."

"i'm... matt, i'm..." i gradually picked up speed, hitting the right spot continuously, my words slurring, incoherent over the loud moans cutting through me.

matt started to shudder beneath me, pushing upwards, tremors rippling through our bodies as we neared a shared release. i cried out, eyes squeezed shut, hands now gripping matt's on my hips. "oh my fuck, matt, i'm close. i'm there, i'm there, i'm..."

one last thrust from the boy, fingers making imprints on my skin as he bucked his hips, and i felt myself coming undone around him, shaking and whimpering as my orgasm hit me full force. matt must've been watching me, turned on by the sight of me releasing, because as i came down from my high, his face twisted into a look of pure ecstasy, finishing inside me with a low grunt.

heavy breathing filled the room as we came to terms with what had just happened, in a state of shock. slowly, i slid off matt, collapsing in a heap beside him. matt cleared his throat, a soft laugh escaping his lips as we locked eyes. "woah. that was, um..."

"crazy?"

"something like that." matt concluded, stretching an arm out, inviting me to nestle into his side, which i did, gratefully.

our panting soon died down, a comfortable silence settling over us as matt gave me a one sided hug, tracing patterns into the skin on my arm, kissing the top of my head affectionately every so often. i could stay like this forever, cuddled up against matt, listening to his chest rise and fall against my hair.

but, all good things must come to an end; with a reluctant sigh, i pushed myself off the bed, collecting my clothes from around the room, even going to the extent of putting a pair of matt's boxers and sweatpants on, not particularly wanting to make the long trek to the front door to retrieve my thong and jeans.

"same time next week?" were my last words to matt as i hovered by his doorway, eyes following him around the room as he too got dressed once again.

he hummed, looking up with a smirk. "as long as i get a blowjob. it's only fair."

"yeah, yeah, whatever, sturniolo." i laughed softly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as he joined me by his door. "just don't be late."

"wouldn't dream of it. especially not when i know your lips are going to be around my dick."

with a roll of my eyes, another kiss, and some more gathering of clothes garments, i left matt's house, those last few words lingering in my mind. fuck, i couldn't wait for next week.

link to part 2 — the car 💗💓💝💘💞

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #smut #sturniolo smut #matt x fem oc

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assigned-caim-at-birth · 7 months

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Hylics Specimen Chart (feat. #07 and #23 and their subparts)

#hylics #hylics 2 #mason lindroth #wayne hylics #gibby hylics #ive had these notes for awhile #its interesting to think even gibby as a species evolved to fuckin hate other moons and eat their own kind cause theyre dramatic like that #if u cant tell in the first taxonomic chart #gibby as 13-0723 has blue hair and pronouns now #waynes at 13-2307 have orange skintone now and are also dramatic #they are the triplet ocs

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rondoel · 3 months

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At this point she’s convinced he’s a little demon

#v triplets #oc #oc art #comic #this one's from 2021 #and I mean it's how long it's been sitting in the drafts #in this finished state 😂

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recklesssturniolo · 6 months

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Should’ve Done This Sooner - M.S

This is my first fic so I’m SORRY if it’s shit, if y’all are mean to me I stg. I tried I promise

Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Basically you n Matt are lowkey enemies to lovers vibes, at a party he pisses you off and it leads to more than you expected

Not proofread sorry not sorry

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

It’s safe to say parties weren’t your thing. Sure you drank here and there, but this party was just brutal. Walking up to Matt, Chris and Madi as they plus Nick were pretty much the only people you knew at the party - all clearly intoxicated you almost immediately regretted it.

“Heyyy look it’s the party pooper” Chris laughs

“Yeah you’re so funny Chris” you retort

You catch Matt’s eye for just a brief moment but make sure to send a glare his way. Silently noting to yourself that regardless of your hatred for him, he looked hot as fuck.

Snapping you out of your thoughts Matt smirks and says “Y/N doesn’t have fun, she couldn’t if she tried” Clearly trying to get under your skin.

Rolling your eyes at Matt you resisted the urge to walk away.

“What all quiet now?” Matt says, enjoying seeing you getting angrier and trying to bite your tongue.

And with that, you started walking away, not even sure where you were exactly headed but anywhere away from Matt worked. Halfway down some random hallway you turn around.

“Why the fuck are you following me?” You basically yell due to the music being so loud.

Matt doesn’t say anything yet steps closer to you, almost as if it was an automatic bodily response your breath hitched in your throat. He looked good. So good that honestly you’d drop to your knees right in the hall if he asked you too.

“Seriously Matt, what do you want?” You glare, hoping he didn’t notice your change in breathing once he stepped closer.

Grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to make you look himself in the eyes, he smirks before saying “I want a lot of things, but they all have to do with you being naked”

Immediately taken aback by Matt’s comment, he’s never been so bold, you’re silent for a moment before saying “Oh yeah? That’s what you want?”

“Yeah it is, and I want to watch you cum all over my dick like the whore you are” He replies.

At that comment you felt a warmth starting between your legs, unsure of how to respond to that you grab his hand and lead him into god knows whose bedroom. Once the doors shut your back is immediately pinned to the door and Matt’s hand is around your throat.

“You’re so easy to see through, you don’t think I didn’t notice you eye-fucking me from across the room?”

“I - I couldn’t help it” you mumble.

Matt smirks before connecting your lips, it’s rough, his tongue immediately taking dominance and you didn’t even bother trying to fight it - you knew he was in full control, and all you could focus on was how you could feel his hard on between your legs and the wetness already pooling in your panties. Taking you to the bed, he puts your arms over your head, holding them there with one hand. His mouth started to explore your body, you let out a soft moan and he left sloppy kisses on your neck, following you taking your shirt off he only continued kissing lower down your body.

“Matt please” You whined.

“Please what princess?” He says, looking up at you.

“Touch me, please, I need you” At this point you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. You did need him.

“God you’re a needy whore” Matt replies before slipping off your skirt, smirking as he noticed how wet you already were. “Look at you, you’re already a mess and I’ve barely touched you”

With that Matt brought his mouth to your pussy, slowly licking it making his was to your clit. Your back arching even at the smallest action of his tongue. A stream of moans flowing from your mouth, as he circles on your clit and opening, spitting on it here and there. His tongue flicks up and down as you squirm beneath him trying to control yourself.

“Matt please, I’m gonna cum please don’t stop” you whimper

“Oh does the little slut want to cum? You think you can do that without my permission” He says back, still in between your thighs.

“Y-yes Matt please”

He stops abruptly “I want you to come around my cock princess, think you can do that for me?”

You nod immediately, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you. Matt pulls you lower on the bed, closer to himself and lines himself up. Pushing himself into you, slowly at first.

“Oh fuck you’re so tight” he groans.

He doesn’t go slow for long, picking up his pace and slamming into you, hitting your walls as his hands grip either side of your hips.

“You look so pretty taking all of me baby” Matt says, “look at me while I fuck you”

“Mmm yes fuck oh my god I’m going to cum” you breathlessly exclaim.

And with that Matt’s hand makes it way up to your throat, squeezing.

“Cum on my cock, you’ve been such a good whore baby” He states.

As you almost reach your climax, your eyes squeeze shut.

“Open your fucking eyes and look at me, I want to see you while you cum all over me” He demands.

You do as he says and within seconds you feel yourself come undone beneath him, moaning out his name as you ride through your pleasure, him looking directly at you in awe of how good you look beneath him, almost cursing himself for not doing this sooner.

“God you look fucking amazing, did I make you feel good baby?”

“Yes, so good” you say still coming down from your high. Looking up you see him clench his eyes shut briefly and you know he’s close. You listen to his moms as he curses slightly under his breath before releasing himself inside of you, laying gently on top of you leaving small kisses on your collarbone.

“I can’t believe we didn’t do that sooner” he mumbled.

“Better late than never” you laugh and look over to see him smirking at you.

#matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fic #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #matt x reader #sturniolo edit #fem!oc #solo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo

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