mattybbernard

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Hey gang!

Just giving you all a bit of insight as to why I’ve been so inactive.

I am in shows all of this week, (I am a theatre and dance kid), as well as returning to work after a rotator cuff injury (praying I don’t need surgery🙏🏻).

Anyway, just checking in, AND NEW STORIES ARE IN THE WORKS!!!!

Love ya!!❤️❤️

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Call me “Apple juice”

Anything???

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Just curious?

tell me why u follow me on anon

i am so baffled why y'all follow my shit blog. explain please.

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MobBoss!Matt Headcanons

Mob!Boss!Matt… who had the most extravagant wedding per your demand, because Matt would rather die than treat you less than royalty.

Mob!Boss!Matt… who has the thickest Boston-Italian accent ever, and the second you two got married yours got equally as thick.

Mob!Boss!Matt… who has taken over the families casino business, as well as their underground drug cartel.

Mob!Boss!Matt… who isn’t ashamed of his work and doesn’t even try to hide it from you or the staff working at your luxurious mansion.

Mob!Boss!Matt… who thinks the sight of his rivals blood on your hands would be the sexiest thing ever, but refuses to let you help because your his top priority.

Mob!Boss!Matt… who is responsible for your snobby and bratty attitude but deals with it anyway because he can be equally as bitchy.

Mob!Boss!Matt… who hired a personal chef for you and him, but you do all the cooking anyway because you love it and because,“no one else does it right”

Mob!Boss!Matt… who will buy you literally anything just to shut you up

Mob!Boss!Matt… who’s love language is physical touch and arguing over the tiniest pettiest things.

Mob!Boss!Matt… who is equally as toxic and abusive as you are

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Dealer AU (Chris Sturniolo)

(Coming soon…)

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Me next?

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Mafia AU (Matt Sturniolo)

Mob!Boss!Matt Headcanons

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Life is good.

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Mini Me (Matt Sturniolo)

Pairing: BoyDad!Matt x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Matt’s turn for baby duty

Warning: Crying, swearing, pure tooth rotting fluff, random ass baby name from a generator, unedited.

A/N: IM BAAACCK! I’m sorry this is so insanely short but my life has kinda been a bit of a shit show. Anyway, enjoy whatever this is!

“He’s a screamer.” Was one of the first thing your doctor said when you had birthed your son, and he wasn’t lying.

Matt would have preferred the screaming and crying his son made the second he he came into the world, over his current wailing. Your and Matt’s son had been born barely 72 hours ago, had been home for less than 48, and he was already the clingiest and most dramatic thing Matt’s ever seen. Grayson couldn’t be out of his mothers or fathers arms for more than a second before he started screaming bloody murder, and tonight was no different.

You and Matt awoke to the desperate cries of your son around midnight, both of you exhausted and confused from lack of sleep and the excitement of the last few days.

“Hungry? S’he hungry?” Matt slurred in his half asleep state.

“Shouldn’t be. I fed him an hour ago.” You groaned against your pillow.

“I got’em baby, go back to bed.” Matt yawned as he got up sluggishly.

You mumbled out and incoherent, thank you, before installing falling back asleep.

“Shh. What’s the matter with you, kid?” Matt asked his newborn, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “You shit yourself again?” He lifted the baby out of his crib and sniffed his butt. “Still fresh.” He muttered to himself. “What are you bitchin about?”

Grayson kept crying as Matt shushed, bounced, cooed, and rocked his son, but to no avail. Matt exited his room with the tiny baby against his chest, he walked into the kitchen to grab a water for himself before he started heating up a bottle.

“I know your mom said you just ate, but you like being difficult, don’t you?” Matt muttered to his baby who had begun to calm down, but was still letting out the odd cry.

When the bottle had heated through completely, Matt picked it up with his free hand and began to make his way to the couch. Once he had placed both his water and Graysons bottle on the coffee table, he sat down, his son still sniffling against his chest as he held him there with his left arm.

Once he was in a comfortable position he moved Grayson around in his arms and picked up the bottle, offering it to the newborn.

“Here you go big man.” Matt said as he brought the bottle to his sons lips, but Grayson refused and slapped it out of Matt’s tired hands. “Wow. Message received.” Matt chuckled and picked up the bottle, placing it back on the table.

Matt laid back on the couch, balancing the baby on his chest as he caressed his soft skin. “You done throwing stuff, tuff guy?” He asked his son. Matt loved talking to kids like they were fully grown and could understand what he was saying, even though he knew they couldn’t. “That’s what your mom calls you, tuff guy. She says you’re like me. My mini me.”

Matt’s little boy was barely three days old, but he already felt so connected to the little guy. He had never felt this happy, nor this terrified. He didn’t want to mess up. He loved you and his little boy so much. After all, he is his mini me.

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Crazy writers block rn….

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THIS IS SO CUTE

STREAM BABY dad!Chris x Reader

no warning for this apart from baby fever and delusion, NOT robot!Chris

Chris crept through the kitchen slowly, being careful not to wake the little girl he held against his chest, sleeping as peaceful as an unprovoked river on a summer night without wind. Her gentle breaths created a warm cast just over his heart. The same heart that had been beating the rhythm which lulled her to sleep just half an hour ago.

At first the both of them lay still on his bed, her tiny, chubby fingers gripping on his shirt loosely as Chris stared up at the ceiling, stroking her back that rose and fell with each breath. He played mindlessly with the toothpick between his teeth. She’d let out quiet whimpers in her slumber, moving her head a little so each fluffy curl on her head, resembling that of her father’s, would tickle him ever so slightly.

After a while, Matt had texted him wondering if he’d join the stream. Chris turned to see you were already asleep next to him, tucked under the covers with your eyes tight shut and lips parted a little. He made his way up to Matt’s room, in anything but a hurry, hoping incessantly that his baby girl would remain unbothered.

When he reached the door, he opened it by a crack, peeking in. Matt’s head turned to face him, instantly noticing the little life resting against his brother’s frame. His face softened, grinning and the chat exploded, questioning who may have showed up at the door. Matt held an index finger to his lips, signalling that he and Chris would have to be quiet.

Chris entered the room, taking a seat on the chair next to Matt. Comments flooded the computer screen, remarking upon the child nestled in Chris’ embrace. Matt chuckled as he read at a few messages in his more hushed voice. “Someone says ‘she has so much hair already!’”

Chris nodded, watching as Matt gave the little girl’s brown flourish a feather-handed ruffle. He smiled, glancing down at the messy hairs blanketing his daughter’s head. The two men boys sat scanning the chat for a while before playing a few rounds of Fall Guys, eventually the little girl began to stir. Her dad caressed her arm slowly, kissing the top of her head as he shushed her. Though it was no use, as her eyes opened slowly, lids fluttering. Her small fingers fisted together, raising to rub her eye. She stretched out her arms, her minuscule body scrunching and stretching against Chris’ front before she lifted her head off him for a second.

Her tired eyes glimpsed around the room, taking in the different shapes and voices, her uncle Matt, the bright screen that caused her to squint. Then her head fell back down onto Chris’ chest as she sighed. A hearty laugh racked through him at his little girl’s dramatics. “Don’t wanna say hi to chat, baby?” Chris teased, tickling the underside of her chin. She squirmed with a breathy giggle.

“Mama?” The little girl pondered. Chris shook his head. “Mama’s asleep. She’s kind of sick today.” She pouted, reaching out her nubby fingers towards her uncle. Matt took a hold of her, sitting her on his lap.

The stream continued for a couple hour before the boy got tired. Chris found himself tiredly carrying his daughter back to his room where you were still fast asleep and he placed her into her cot where she almost instantly fell asleep. Then he dropped won on the bed beside you, his wight in the mattress earning a groan from you as you turned over and buried a hand in his hair, throwing a leg over his hips. And the two of you fell asleep together, entangled like that with your daughter snoring lightly nearby.

No tag list for this :(

Had to get away from robot!Chris for a little so here’s dad!Chris instead. Thanks for reading and supporting me you guys!

- ©phone4pills

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What I would wear in the triplets DTI vid.

And I’d eat down.

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THIS

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I CANT WAIT MUCH LONGER!!!!

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PERIOD SIMULATOR VIDEO??!!

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Have you ever tried this one?

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Casual (Matt Sturniolo)

Pairing: Fwb!Matt x Fem!Reader

Summery: Based on “Casual” by Chappell Roan

Warnings: smut (MDNI), p in v, fingering, oral (f!receiving), squirting, public sex, car sex, swearing and strong language, filthy dirty talk, breeding kink, afab reader, no use of Y/N, use of random names (feel free to change it idrc), maybe more?

A/N: Erm, hey y’all, this is my first fic ever as well as my first time writing smut so please be kind. I’m also terrible at grammar and spelling and I wrote this in one sitting. I also did not proofread this so….have fun?

My friends call me a loser, 'cause I'm still hanging around. I've heard so many rumours, that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch. I thought you thought of me better, someone you couldn't lose. You said, "We're not together", so now when we kiss, I have anger issues.

Three hours. Matt had texted you three hours ago and of course you replied right away, but he’s yet to read it.

Girls night at Payton’s house was supposed to be fun, a way to kick off summer by relaxing and drinking and gossiping. All of your friends who had gone off the college or university had come back to Boston for the summer, and you had taken the weekend off from your shitty waitressing job to spend time with them; but of course your focus was pulled away from your friends, and by Matt of all people. When your and Matt’s relationship went from a simple platonic friendship to something messier you had immediately told Peyton, to which she said that you’re way to beautiful and intelligent to be in a situationship of all things, especially at your age.

You looked down at your phone,

Read,

Peyton sat down beside you with a drink in her hands. “What’s going on with you?” She asked.

“Nothing.” You huffed and flopped back against the couch like a child.

“Don’t tell me you’re still talking to Matt.” Payton scolded.

“It’s not like I want to! He won’t go away!” Peyton gave you an unimpressed and unconvinced look. “Okay, so maybe I am. So what?”

“Babe, how many times have I told you, he’s a loser who refuses to see the gorgeous girl right in front of him. Drop him.” Peyton sighed.

“It’s not that easy-”

“Not to be bitchy or anything, but the more you cling onto this mess, the more of a loser you become.” Peyton cut you off before standing up to let her words sink in.

You said, "Baby, no attachment", but we're knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out, is it casual now?

“Jesus! Fuck!” You cried out as the hand that isn’t in Matt’s hair flies back to grasp at the headrest in his car.

“That feel good baby?” Matt mumbles again your exposed heat, before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit again.

A mess of jumbled syllables tumbles from your mouth along with a string of whimpers and moans. Matt’s hands keep a firm grip on the inside of your thighs, pushing them open for him as he sits on his heels on the dirty floor of the passenger’s side, as you stay sitting and spread out for him on the leather seat.

“Ugh, fuck you taste so good.” He groans as he likes a hard flat stripe from your hole to your puffy nub. His tongue instantly enters you at a rapid and aggressive pace. “C’mon baby, I know you’re close.”

“Mhm. Fuck.” You mumble from above him.

“I know baby, I know.” He coos as he switches from tongue fucking you to his fingers, the cold rings on his hands sending goosebumps up your ass and back. “Gonna cum for me?”

All you could do was nod your head, eyes closed and mouth clamped shut in ecstasy.

“Do it, c’mon, fucking cum all over me.” He egg’s you on.

The second he feels you stiffen and your legs begin to shake and tremble, he rips his fingers from your entrance. A stream of clear liquid gushes out of you and onto Matt’s face. The moans you let out at the sight of him opening his mouth to catch your release are borderline pornographic. His right hand comes up to your mound and he quickly brushes his fingers over you, causing the liquid to splatter across his face and the interior of his car.

“Fuck.” He grumbles and slurps up the puddle of liquid that remains on your pussy. “Atta girl.” He chuckles before placing a firm slap to your red and sensitive centre.

“Ah, fuck. Jesus Christ, Matt.” You scolded him as you sit up.

“You wanna come in?” He ignores your glare.

“Aren’t your parents and brothers home?”

“Yeah, so? They know we’re friends.” Matt shrugs as if he didn’t just finger fuck your brains out and then call you his friend.

It's hard being casual when my favorite bralette is in your dresser.

You sat against Matts headboard, his childhood sheets clutched in your hands to cover your naked body. It was early, about seven am, but you couldn’t be here when his family got up, you knew the rules.

You reached down to grab your underwear and sweat pants off Matts floor and began to slip them on as quietly as possible so you didn’t wake him up. You stood up and grabbed your shirt off the floor and bringing it up to cover your bare chest as you searched for your favourite bralette. You couldn’t find it at your apartment and the only other logical place it could be is in Matts room. As you tiptoed around his room to try and find it you landed on his dresser, quickly running over to it you pulled the top drawer out and began digging, and low and behold your baby blue bralette sat crumpled at the bottom of his sock drawer. Throwing the bra on, followed by your t-shirt and shoes, you stumbled out his room and left his house.

He said we were friends. You thought. But he kept my favourite bralette?

I know what you tell your friends. Baby, get me off again.

You’re pathetic. Why on earth would anyone with the littlest shred of self respect spend their day off texting a guy who clearly has no interest in her besides getting in her pants? Apparently you would.

All day you had been sending texts to Matt, and every time he left you on read.

“Haven’t spoken to u in a while.”

“U good?”

“Did you want to go see a movie later? I heard that new Deadpool Vs. Wolverine movie is supposed to be good.”

“Matt?”

“Matthew?”

Not a single reply until now. Desperate to see him you texted him the one thing you knew he couldn’t pass up.

“Miss u. U free tn?”

Not even a second later his reply came in.

“Be here in 10.”

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner. Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter.

You looked at yourself in the dirty restaurant bathroom mirror, leaning on your hands that rested on the sink. With a deep sigh you reached into your purse to pull out your lipgloss, but right as you finished reapplying the product the bathroom door swung open. Assuming it was just another girl who needed to pee, you didn’t look at who entered. That is until you saw Matt appear in the mirror behind you.

“What the-” you began but was interrupted by Matt kissing you deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist so he could grip your ass.

“Matt.” You gasped between kisses. “This-” his mouth trailed from your lips to your jaw. “This is the ladies room.” You whimpered as he began to suck at your neck. “You can’t…you can’t be in here. Someone will-”

“It’s a good thing I locked the door then.” He smirked before lifting you of the ground and placing you on the sink.

He kissed you again and slipped a cold hand under your black t-shirt as the other ones tried to go up your red maxi skirt .

“Why’s your skirt so god damn long?” Matt huffed in frustration.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t wanna have my ass hanging out in front of your parents.” You sassed.

Matt rolled his eyes as he continued to try and yank your skirt up.

“You’re not seriously gonna fuck me in gin a public bathroom.”

“God, do you ever stop complaining?” He groaned

“Whatever.” You mumbled and lifted you hips to help him pull your skirt up all the way. Matt unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down his legs enough for his dick to spring free. He shifted your underwear to the side and slid in.

“Fucked you a hundred times and you’re still so tight.” He hissed out.

“Feels so good Matt.” You moan as your body curled forward until your forehead met his shoulder.

“I know baby.” He cooed as he began to snap his hips into yours faster. “Gotta be quick, don’t want people to get suspicious do we?” He panted into your ear.

You shook your head and whimpered, your release quickly approaching.

“Ugh, fuck. That’s it, holy shit.” Matt babbled to himself, one hand on your shoulder and the other on the sink, his head flung back in pleasure. “Gonna fucking cum in your perfect pussy.”

Your legs wrapped around his hips, locking him in place as you began to tremble.

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” He grumbled as he pushed you over the edge. Matt’s hips began to stutter as his thrusts became uneven and erratic until he stilled, dick buried to the hilt as he filled you up with his release.

You both sat there catching your breath for a minute, Matt’s dick still wedged in your warm walls. Matt suddenly pulled his now soft dick out of you and grabbed some paper towels to wipe both yours and his cum off of himself. He threw the paper towel out and picked up his boxers and pants, he fastened his belt before turning back to you, still perched on the sink with his thick white release beginning to ooze out of you. Matt walked over, fixed your panties, pulled your skirt back down, and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Thats my girl.” He smiled before leaving the restroom to return to the table where his family awaited both of your returns.

“Casual my ass.” You scoffed.

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༅☁︎︎MASTERLIST☁︎︎༅

Matthew Bernard Sturniolo:

Casual

Mini me

Mafia AU

Christopher Owen Sturniolo:

Dealer AU

Sturniolo Triplets:

(Coming soon…)