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MATT WHIMPER AUDIO??(I need a Chris one..) 🥴😻

INTRODUCING..richgirl!reader x loser Matt.

Loser Matt:.. is that guy who always shows up late, but somehow it’s not even fashionable. His attempts at jokes land about as well as a bird trying to fly in a hurricane. He still listens to the same playlist from high school, which, to be fair, is full of guilty pleasures. His style? A mix of wrinkled graphic tees and sneakers that should’ve been retired three years ago. But hey, for all his awkwardness, Loser Matt has a kind heart, a knack for trivia, and a charm that only his closest friends truly appreciate.

RichGirl!Reader:.. is the embodiment of effortless luxury. She’s the one who walks into a room, and everyone notices—not because she’s loud, but because her presence commands attention. Her wardrobe is a curated mix of high-end designer pieces and timeless classics, always impeccably tailored. She never forgets to accessorize: delicate gold jewelry, a designer bag casually slung over her shoulder, and perfectly manicured nails in neutral tones.

From the author: hope yall like it and maybe want more? 👀🩷

while the Sturniolo fandom is FULL of love and support, some of the fandom is getting SERIOUSLY out of hand—and although it’s terrible that this even needs to be spoken of, id feel horrible if I didn’t speak out on it, so you can just scroll if you don’t wanna hear <3

The fans who think it’s okay to show up at the boys homes or places they’ve been just because they found them are NOT fans, they’re stalkers. That is criminal behavior. It’s genuinely disturbing and disgusting to invade someone’s privacy like that, and if you haven’t already, you should absolutely file an anonymous report to the police!! You have enough info on these girls to be able to do so, and although I cannot speak for the boys, I’m sure they’d appreciate it!!

This kind of obsession puts everyone involved in danger—both the triplets and the people stalking them. It only takes one unstable person for something to go terribly wrong!!

These guys can’t even feel safe in their own homes anymore. A home is supposed to be your safe space—NOTTT a place where you’re constantly put under the fear of being watched. Let them live. Being a fan does NOT and NEVER WILL entitle you to their personal lives.

THEY DO NOT WANT YOU. Making yourself believe things like this, not only could cause harm to them if you try to act on it— but could cause harm to you for creating that false sense of reality for yourself. you are not a fan, you’re obsessed. get help.

do NOT show up to their home.

do NOT try to FIND their home.

do NOT post photos of their home on social media.

do NOT send them things like door dashing and stuff like that— that’s genuinely terrifying!

thank you, love you, ty for listening to my rant <3

I need to be treated like this.

silky black ribbon

chris version

tonight, matt was at your mercy.

wrists bound to the arms of his desk chair with a silky black ribbon, his body tense beneath you, his dick buried deep, twitching inside you, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

and fuck, you were milking it.

rolling your hips slow, teasing, deliberate, your warm brown skin gleaming under the dim light of his desk lamp. the thin straps of your dress had already slipped down, the fabric bunched at your waist, your tits bouncing with every single movement.

matt’s breath hitched, his fingers flexing against the restraint.

"shit—" he hissed, head tipping back, jaw clenched, muscles tight.

he was trying.

trying to let you have this. trying to let you feel like you were the one in charge. but you weren’t making it easy. not with the way your soaked pussy clenched around him, squeezing just right every time you sank down. not with the way you dragged your nails down his chest, purring, "what’s wrong, matty? not used to just sitting back and taking it?"

his jaw ticked. his hands twitched.

you smirked, rolling your hips even slower, feeling how badly he wanted to thrust up, to grab you, to ruin you."bet you wanna touch me so bad, huh?" his breathing staggered. his muscles tensed."bet you wanna flip me over and fuck me stupid, huh?"

a low, dangerous growl rumbled from his chest.

his fingers flexed against the silk. his biceps bulged. still, you pushed.

leaning in, your lips ghosted over his jaw, teasing, taunting. "poor thing," you cooed. "tied up, all worked up, can’t do a damn thing about it."

then—you wrapped your hand around his throat.

firm. claiming. daring.

matt froze.

his breath caught, his thighs tensed beneath you, his fingers curling into fists where they were bound. you felt it—the way his pulse pounded beneath your palm. the way his chest rose and fell faster, heavier.

your grip tightened.

"can’t even fight back, huh?" you leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "guess i really do own you tonight." that was it.

a deep, animalistic snarl.

a sharp, violent yank.

the ribbon ripped.

before you could breathe, matt's hand was already around your throat. barely had time to gasp before he lifted you off him effortlessly, one arm locking around your waist, the other squeezing your neck as he carried you to the bed.

"oh, you are so fucking stupid."

his voice was low, wrecked, dripping with disbelief.

"you really just choke me?"

your back hit the mattress.

before you could even think, his hand was pressing you deeper into it, fingers firm around your throat. "you must’ve lost your fucking mind, baby." he hovered over you, eyes dark, wild, completely unhinged.

"you really thought you could pull that shit and not get your shit fuck up?" his dick, thick, twitching, soaked from being inside you, pressed against your dripping cunt.

"fuck no, sweetheart."

his grip on your throat tightened. "you were real bold a second ago—what happened?"

"talk that shit now."

before you could answer, before you could even breathe— he slammed into you.

hard.

a wrecked moan tore from your throat as your body arched off the bed, your nails digging into his arms.but matt didn’t let you move. didn’t let you breathe. didn’t let you think. he fucked into you, fast, deep, merciless—like he had something to prove. like he needed to remind you who really ran this shit.

"thought you were in charge, huh?" he gritted out, his hand still wrapped tight around your throat. "matt—oh my god—"he laughed.

low. rough. mean."where’d all that attitude go, sweetheart?"

his hips snapped forward, slamming into you so deep you almost screamed. "still wanna tease me? huh?, still wanna be a little brat?"

your nails clawed at his arms, your body shaking beneath him.

matt leaned in, his lips brushing against your jaw, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. "that’s what i thought, your fucking ruined you."

his pace turned even worse.

every stroke hit deep, knocked the air from your lungs, made your thighs tremble.his fingers tightened around your throat just enough to make your head spin, just enough to leave you lightheaded, breathless, at his mercy now. "gonna cum for me, baby?" his voice was low, teasing, dripping with power. you sobbed, nodding frantically, your walls clenching so fucking tight around him. "yeah?" he mocked. "not so mouthy now, are you?"

he grinned, rolling his hips in a way that made you scream. "cum" he demanded, slamming into you harder, deeper. your vision blurred. your back arched. pleasure slammed into you, ripping through your body like a fucking hurricane. your thighs shook, your cunt clenched around him so tight it dragged matt over the edge with you.his breath hitched, his jaw clenched, and then he was filling you up, deep, throbbing, moaning against your throat. his whole body shuddered as your world spun.

and when it was over, when you were panting, trembling, wrecked beneath him, matt just smirked, hand still wrapped around your throat, keeping you pinned.

his cock still twitching inside you.

"next time you wanna choke me?" his lips brushed against your ear, his voice dark and mocking.

"you better be ready for how hard i’m gonna fuck you after."

lab data 🥼: tied up matt version u filthy animals , here another reaction pic

divider by @adornedwithlight

IS THIS MAN TRYING TO KILL US

i’m barking

Best thing I've done.

Is anyone else confused on what’s going on??? I’ve been getting so much drama on my feed and I don’t know what is happening, I don’t know if it’s something personal or anything but like…☹️

I NEED MORE ….

༄ Blurb of Obsessive .ᐟ Chris needing to eat you alive…

This contains SMUTTTT !!! Dark themes like pain kinks, biting, pussy devouring like he’s practically a cannibal. Based off this and inspired by the dark Sturniolo Queen @muwapsturniolo

With love and big tits, Rose 🥀

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Chris was devouring you, consuming you in such a desperate, animalistic way. “Fuckkkkkk,” he drools, nibbling on your inner thigh with heavy breaths tickling the sensitive skin.

You didn’t know how he had became so starved, but you weren’t complaining. He was practically a cannibal, utterly obsessed with how the taste of your pussy melted on his tongue, numbing his mind to a state of pure bliss.

“Chris -“ you moan, the pain in your lower lip blooming as your teeth puncture into the skin harder.

“Take it, ma. Fuckin’ take it for me.” The husk in his voice is making every sensation echo in your body. Each muscle is tensing. You feel the coil of pressure gathering in your gut, his lips suctioning around your clit as he rubs the bite marks on your thighs.

It hurts. But it’s hurts so good.

You can’t get enough, your hands push against his head, your fingers knotting in his hair tightly. Chris seethes at the sting. “Harder, ma - fuck,” he rasps.

All you can do is comply. The pressure is so intense yet relieving to him, making his hard bulge grinding against the bed lose momentum as his rhythm becomes sloppy.

He’s just so hungry. There’s no possible way for him to feel satasfied, he only wants more.

HELLO?? DILF!MATT? 😍