Chris got more action with a spider than he has with a girl😭

★ another one thank you, inspired by this ★

tw: sub!matt + PISS kink — don’t read it if you don’t like it! this is a fetish, a kink, and none of this is real. it’s fanfiction, purely for entertainment purposes.

you hear the sheets ruffling as you open the door, matt quickly standing up and dragging his feet towards your direction. he hugs you tightly, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. “missed you too” you chuckle, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“kept looking at the crowd the whole time” matt pouts, his baby blue gaze flickering between your chest and your lips. “thought you’d be there earlier” he complains in a playful tone. you hug him once more, peppering his face with kisses.

matt giggles at the attack, allowing you to go further. your digits meet his waist, gently tickling him above the fabric. he laughs loudly — noticing something happening inside his pants. matt didn’t even realize he had been holding his bladder for that long, causing him to let out a few droplets of pee through his sweaters. but he tries to play it cool. it is not a big deal. he wraps his forearm around your neck, leading the way to his bed.

not long after, your fingers are tugging on his hair, forcing his head back so you could access his neck. you nibble at his pale skin, opening your mouth to suck deeper. matt moans as you place your palm above his cock, squirming under your touch.

you pull away, taking a look at matt. that’s when you notice a small stain on his pants, right above his boner. “what’s this hm?” you ask warmly, caressing his thigh. “that needy?” you continue to tease him, not aware that specific spot wasn’t exactly pre-cum.

“c-couldn’t hold it” matt whines, looking away from you. your gaze travels across the bus and you find four empty bottles of water. “oh, baby boy” you coo, cupping his cheeks. “you’re holding it all for mama?” matt nods, his hips moving upwards as your hand meets his hardened cock.

you continue to fondle matt, your digits meeting the hem of his shirt before placing your palm on his lower tummy, pressing it lightly. “fuck!” matt cusses out. the only distraction for his full bladder was your touch, the lack of motion making it difficult for him to keep holding. “mama… please, i need to go”

“i never said you couldn’t” you whisper, biting his earlobe. your hands manage to reach the inside of his pants, wrapping your fingers around his dick. you slowly pump matt, his whimpers turning to small cries. your rub your thumb in circular motions around his tip, feeling the wetness that oozed from his slit, droplets of pee trying to make their way out along with the pre-cum coating his length.

“p-please” matt begs as you tighten your grip around his girth. “‘m gonna pee if you k-keep going” he admits. you fasten your pace, chuckling at his desperation. “be a good boy for mama hm? let it all out”.

matt bucks his hips, practically fucking your fist. “‘m gonna—! mama!” he cries, finally letting go. the sudden warmth spreads through your hand, his liquid dripping down his thighs, wetting his sweaters. matt’s panting heavily as he continues to pee, his cheeks burning red. it takes a while for him to stop — and you pick up exactly where you were. you pump his cock in a rapid pace, the squelching sounds taking over the tour bus. “such a good boy” you praise. “pissing your pants for mama hm? making a mess for me?”

matt’s far gone — it’s all too much. he doesn’t wait for permission and quickly cums in your palm, adding his sticky release to your hand, staining his pants. “you did so well for me” you smile at matt, showering him with praises. “but i guess we need to clean this mess, hm?”

ayo pissy gang! love yall! @swiftiolo @aaliyahsturniolo @cayleeuhithinknott @owenstar @subchrisforever @tiffsturns @whore4-chrissturniolo @colorthecosmos444 @chrisbratt333 @ariestrxsh @icamehere4fanfics @sturnslutz @snoopychris @meerkatzthings @sturniolo-tease @slvt4chrissturniolo @girlwithsthings @nickysturnss @luvs4matt @xoxonothingbutu

:: matt’s special solo surprise for your eyes only

9:28 pm

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“don’t have much time,” matt’s hushed voice immediately came through your speakers when you clicked on his message, the sounds of him shuffling following close behind as he adjusted his camera to finally reveal what he wanted you to see most—his painfully hard dick in his hand. it was nice a pretty, already leaking precum from having been neglected as the dim light of the tour bus highlighted every vein. “i- i know no touching ourselves is in the rules, but i can’t help it… need you so bad.”

the angle shifted sloppily again before finally giving you another full view of his dick, making it clear he wasn’t used to things like this. then, his slender fingers wrapped nicely around his girth, giving it a light squeeze before pumping it slowly. he sucked in a sharp breath behind the camera, exhaling a low grown as he repeated his actions a little faster. “wish this was you,” he whispered, sounding almost out of breath, “you know how much i love your soft hands, don’t you? really feeling like i take ‘em for granted now…”

with that, his thumb swiped over his reddened tip, giving it the attention it begged for when he spread the beads of liquid around it, sucking in another sharp breath at the sensitivity. after a short moment, his hand went back to tugging at his cock, must faster and more aggressive now than before. “oh shiiitt,” he drawled, the slapping sounds of him pumping himself in such a rushed manner echoing in his microphone.

suddenly, he gasped when he felt his balls drawing in close, camera flipping to show his face twisting in pleasure, eyes squinting. “baby, i’m go-“ his voice cracked, a whimper pulling from his throat before his head fell onto the backrest behind him, “m’gonna cum,” he finished in a whine

the camera flipped again, another view of his practically dripping dick right in front of your face. it jumped in his hand, but his pace remained unwavering for a minute, bringing him to his climax fast. spurts of white liquid shot out of his twitching length, and needy groans fell from matt’s pink lips repeatedly. a bit of his release even shot up at the lense because of how close he was holding his phone, the corner blurred by his cum as he pumped himself through his climax.

once he’d finished, you could still see the part of his stomach exposed from having lifted his shirt up tensing as he came down. a few more whimpers escaped his mouth as you heard him catching his breath, only to be caught a bit off guard by the camera flipping to show his now fucked out face again.

“i love you,” matt spoke to the camera almost immediately, hardly bothering to finish catching his breath, “miss you so much,” was the last the he said before bringing the phone up to his face, the sound of him kissing it slightly cut off when the video finishes.

boy were you wet.

a/n. need this full pic badd

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

i want to pound chris sturniolo. good night.

𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧' 𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧' - 𝐦.𝐬 ☆

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴: 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 ( 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬!) 𝘗𝘐𝘚𝘚, 𝘞𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘚 𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘒, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘮 - 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘶𝘣!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.

𝘱𝘳é𝘤𝘪𝘴: 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘫𝘢𝘮, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳.

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 .. 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 … 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴!!!

𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰: @mattybsgroupie 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬. (𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰)

today is a great fucking day

𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘁 - 𝗰.𝘀 ☆

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴: 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 ( 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 ) 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹 (𝘦𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩) 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦!

𝘱𝘳é𝘤𝘪𝘴: 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘢/𝘯: *𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥*

1K is CRAZY?!? THANK YOU LOVELIES

— overstimming sub!matt. . .

pathetic.

that’s how matt looked right now. and how he felt. not in a bad way, of course. his hair was tousled and damp with sweat, his eyes glossy and face flushed. he was a mess.

he lays naked on the bed, you sitting next to him fully-clothed, lazily stroking his length. you’ve given him multiple orgasms by now, but you’re determined to get him to more.

you raise your hand up to the top of his cock and give some attention to his tip with your thumb, eliciting a beautifully whiny noise to fall from his lips. you chuckle, “feel good, baby? sure you can handle it?”

matt can hardly speak. he wants to be a good boy for you, he wants to answer your question, he wants to tell you he can handle it. but he’s really struggling. “mo—oh—yes, i—ngh—“

you laugh softly again at his broken stutters. you glance over at the nightstand and—wait a minute. the night stand. your vibrating wand in the nightstand.

“matt, baby,” you begin, gradually slowing your stroking pace. matt’s eyes snap open. he looked so confused as to why you were slowing down—he’d been a good boy, hadn’t he? he might as well have had question marks in his eyes.

“you wanna try one of mama’s toys?” you ask, finally stilling your hand on the base of his cock. his eyes widen and he tries to sit up. you press your manicured hand flat onto his chest and push him back down.

“which one?” he breathes out.

“vibrator? the wand one.” you suggest, hoping he’d agree. he puckers his lips, deep in thought. he was pondering it. he wanted to make you happy and he knew it would feel good, but he was so sensitive.

matt nods wearily.

you nod back, “gonna feel so good, baby,” getting up and opening up your nightstand cabinet. you instantly spot your vibrating wand and pull it out. luckily, it was charged.

you plop back down on the bed next to him and matt paws at the t-shirt you have on, a pout plastered on his stubbled face. you tilt your head, silently urging him to speak. “take it off, mama—please…”

with a chuckle, you comply, pulling off the shirt and revealing your black lacy bra. you knew how much matt adored every part of you, especially your tits. matt stares in awe at you.

“gonna be a good boy and cum one more time for me?” you coo, running your nail up and down his stomach. but that’s what you’d said 20 minutes ago. despite that, he nods vigorously, earning another soft chuckle from you.

you wrap your hand around the base of his dick and start giving him slow, deliberate strokes. matt whines, bucking up into your hand, to which you push him down again with a stern look that says ‘stay still.’

you switch on the toy, the low hum of the buzz filling the room. you trace it up and down his stomach teasingly. you rub it up and down his length and matt’s body quivers, his hands flying up to cover his mouth, eyes squeezing shut. you use your free hand to swat his hands away from his face, “let me hear you, matt. don’t make me get the handcuffs.”

his hands fall back down by his side, onto the sheets, curling his fingers into them. you finally bring the wand up to his tip, circling it around. the poor boy jerks his hips, a loud cry falling from his lips. “shi—ma—i can’t!” he whimpers, tears brimming his eyes.

“you can, baby. aren’t you a good boy?” you question. matt frantically nods, “yes! yes, y-your good boy—ah!”

you hum, grabbing his cock again with your free hand, stroking the lower half of it slowly while still circling the wand around his tip. “and good boys take what they’re given, don’t they?” you add. a faint ‘mhm’ falls from matt’s lips, lost in his whimpers and whines.

you decide to torture him a little more.

“matt, turn it up 2 levels.” you instruct, and matt’s eyes snap up from your chest to your face. usually you didn’t really have him doing anything, except sitting there and taking it. he reaches down to the wand, hand trembling, and presses the ‘+’ button twice. ohh boy.

he instantly cries out, tossing his head back onto the pillow. you swirl it around the head of his cock, abusing his slit. it’s become a fiery red color, almost matching his flaming face. he was so, so sensitive. sure, you’d overstimulated him tons of times but not like this.

“c’mon, sweetheart, you can do it,” you purr, speeding up your pace on the hand that’s jerking him. his body writhes beneath you, desperate pleas slipping from his swollen, parted lips. “need—agh—mama!” he babbles, drool dribbling down his chin and tears rolling down his flushed face. what a beautiful sight.

you hum, urging him to try and get out the sentence he’s failing to form. “cum—plea—needa cum! soc-close!” he thrusts up into your hand with vigor—you don’t really care anymore. you were enjoying watching him pathetically chase his high.

you switch the vibrator up one more level, applying more pressure as you drag it around his tip. “go on,” matt’s convulsing and crying, grasping at your arm like it’s his only tether to life as his orgasm crashes into him like a bus. hot, sticky ropes of cum spurt onto your hand and the vibrator, some meeting the dried-up cum on his stomach from the previous rounds…

“theeere we go, good boy…”

you caress his face and lean forward, planting a soft kiss on his lips. you could tell he was absolutely exhausted, especially with the way he was panting. “m’gonna take care of you now, okay?” you coo, and he nods drowsily.

you set off toward your bathroom and come back with a wet wash cloth and clean him up. you cross the room to grab him a pair of boxers from the dresser, and—

“no!”

you turn on your heel, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “no? no what, baby?”

“wanna…skin to skin…” half of matt’s sentence is inaudible with how quietly he’s mumbling, and all you can hear is ‘wanna’ and ‘skin to skin.’

“you wanna sleep skin to skin, sweetheart?” you reply, fully turning around now. matt nods sheepishly, his face flaming up again. you chuckle and strip yourself bare before climbing into the bed with him. he was so warm.

you switch off the lamp on the bedside table and cuddle into him, pulling his head into your chest as his arms snake around your bare waist. this was what you loved. being snuggled up with your sweet, sweet boy.

“mama?”

“yes, baby?”

“was i a good boy?”

your heart melts at that. matt was always so worried about being good for you. all he ever wanted was for you to be proud of him. that man was so in love with you. “of course you were, sweetheart. my good, good boy.”

matt hums satisfactorily. you rake your nails through his hair, observing his breathing until it falls into that steady pattern that always lets you know he’s asleep.

he was sure pathetic earlier, but this? this wasn’t pathetic at all.

author’s note. . . hiii! i’ve been wanting to start writing the boys as subs for so long but boyyy i struggled 😭 im sorry this is so short and sucky, and ik the ending’s rushed! @mattybsgroupie encouraged me 😌 hopefully i can get some better stuff out soon :)

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© cayleeuhithinknott

This is my favorite clip of my favorite boyssss

I love so many moments of this clip.

-The way Matt genuinely just wants to eat his popsicle(he’s literally so cute help meee)

-Chris teasing Matt and how good he looks in that hat

-The way Matt didn’t even move when Chris pushed him

-MATTTTTTT<333