#★ ⋮ babydaddy!matt

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:: babydaddy!matt finally confronts brat!reader about her sudden distance, but it doesn’t quite go as expected

conversations like these were hard for matt, to say the least — he hated to feel like he was overstepping boundaries you'd so carefully set in any way, but he had to. everything was going so well between you two. for it to all suddenly slip between his ringed fingers like water? he couldn't just sit back and let you push him away like this.

with the silence in the living room, save for the cartoon mazzy had fallen asleep watching beside matt, he felt a familiar yearning in his chest. now had to be the time. he was done psyching himself out of words like he had the past week now.

standing from his spot, careful not to wake the sleeping toddler, matt practically tip-toed over to your bedroom. your head snapped up when you heard the three soft knocks on your door frame, assuming it was matt getting ready to tell you he was heading home for the night, like had become recent routine. matt then cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets in a brief moment of silence. "you're gonna have to tell me what's wrong eventually, " he finally spoke up, heart pounding in his eardrums like they never had before.

"what?" was your immediate reply, playing dumb as your deadpan facial expression remained unwavering.

matt's eyebrows immediately furrowed, knowing you were just playing games with him now. he couldn't be too upset though, or else he'd never get to the bottom of all your weird behavior. "baby, is it something i did?" he questioned, completely disregarding your clueless act, "we can talk this through; we always do. you just have to tell me what's wrong."

the way you looked at him - like he were some sort of lunatic standing in front of you - he couldn't say it didn't hurt. always being 'mr. fix it' was getting exhausting, and for probably the first time since he met you, matt began to wonder if it was all really worth it. all the games you played, tugging at his heart strings and using your guys' child to manipulate him... there had to be something more out there, right? was driving him crazy fun for you?

a clear desperation wrote itself all over matt's face, his expression as he stood so timidly in your doorway making you want to crawl out of your skin. “matt…” you trailed off, shifting your seated position in your bed.

“what?” he replies, voice coming out in an almost whine-like manner. he felt this insatiable sense of dread wash over him, like he somehow knew what you were going to say before you even said it.

but when you remained silent, he just couldn’t take it anymore. “y- y’know what, forget i even said anything,” he finally breathed out, an empty feeling at the idea of giving up so easily — there was nothing else he could do, though. he knew how you were: if you didn’t want to talk, you simply weren’t going to. that’s what he told himself.

and he began to turn away, one hand clinging to your doorframe as if it were telling him he needed to stay. “matt, come sit.”

he stopped in his tracks, ears practically perking up at the sentence. his head instantly snapped in your direction, bright blue eyes widened in surprise when they caught you patting the empty space of your bed in front if you. he almost didn’t believe it, all the negative emotions that had once rushed through him in painful waves seeming to instantly subside as a glimmer of hope fluttered in his chest.

maybe that was stupid of him, but this was a real step for you two. a big one, he was sure of it. he wasted no time in taking a few steps across the room to reach you, carefully sitting in front of you. watching as matt bit the inside of his cheek in anticipation, a nervous habit he’s had all the time you’ve known him, you took a deep breath to prepare yourself.

matt was so ready. he needed to know what was wrong, eyes eagerly scanning your face at the idea of you finally opening up to him after all this time. “you know you’re a great dad, right?” you muttered, your words much different than what he’d expected.

that caught him off guard, a small twitch in his features telling you he was a bit confused. he wasn’t sure what mazzy had to do with any of this. you two were co-parenting just fine, always have been, whether you were on good terms or not. but he kept quiet, silently urging you to explain yourself.

“and you’re so loving–full of emotions that…” you paused, trying to think of the right words.

somehow, matt was catching on, no longer so pleased with the idea of you ‘opening up’ to him anymore. it was like you’d taken him on a roller coaster he didn’t sign up to ride, and he hated that. “…that i can’t handle.”

right, he knew that. matt knew you were never fond of his big emotions, always telling him he can be too much at times. and he understood. he never wanted to put whatever he was feeling onto you. he wasn’t, though; he knew he wasn’t. so what’s all this about?

it took a moment for matt to think up a response, sighing a bit before he cleared his throat. “i don’t get what that has to do with you acting all weird. i’ve only been trying to keep us together… as a family,” he opposes, shrugging a bit to seem less caught up about this than he actually was.

too quick for matt’s comfort, you nodded, a small hum following. “does that apply to the sex, too?”

almost taken aback, his mouth opened as if he were ready to say something, but nothing came out. “you suck at no strings attached, matthew. i know what you’re thinking every time you come around,” you added, each word like a barbed blade stabbing at an open wound. was this too cruel? no, it couldn’t be—you were only telling him the truth, and god, did he need to hear it. “you think that whenever we’re sleeping together, we’re on ‘good terms’, like it’s grounds for fixing everything and becoming one happy family where your daughter’s parents are happily in love.”

you had him there and he knew it, but for you to just sit and tell him all his efforts are for nothing so easily? he knew there had to be something more to it. you weren’t telling him something. “but when we’re not-”

“it doesn’t work that way. now go home, matt”

and don’t ever say matt was in denial because he’s not… at least, that’s what he told himself as he did the walk of shame from your apartment to his car, that nagging feeling of yearning he’d felt earlier somehow worse now.

w/c : 1.1k

a/n : there will be no part two

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

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didn't see this yesterday, but thank you so much to whoever voted babydaddy!matt for best matt au !! it means so much to me to see that people are genuinely enjoying the things i'm writing, as i tend to get insecure and wonder if it's even actually as good as people claim lmaoo

RESULTS!! STURNIOLO TUMBLR AWARDS 2024⭐️🏆

thank you so much to everyone who sent in your votes and your support over the past week this wouldn't be at all possible without you and i'm so glad we could all come together to give recognition to all of the amazing accounts on here <3 thank u.

below are the categories and the winners!

i will make a separate post tomorrow of who got second, third, fourth,ect if it's wanted enough ! just send me an inbox message and i'll do it!

-best writer!

winner: @sturnioz ! congrats!

-smut fic of the year!

winner: 'smoke and mirrors' by @y3sterdaysproblem ! congrats!

-fluff fic of the year!

winner: 'speeding car' by @snowysosturn ! congrats!

-angst fic of the year!

winner: 'speeding car' by @snowysosturn ! congrats!

-best matt writer!

winner: @mattscoquette ! congrats!

-best chris writer!

winner: @sturnioz ! congrats!

-best nick writer!

winner: @thenickgirl ! congrats!

-best smut writer!

winner: @ariestrxsh ! congrats!

-best fluff writer!

winner: @mattscoquette ! congrats!

-best angst writer!

winner: @y3sterdaysproblem ! congrats!

-best chris au!

winner: 'frat boy chris' by @sturnioz ! congrats!

-best matt au!

winner: 'baby daddy matt x brat reader' by @cvnntagious ! congrats!

-best nick au!

winner: 'nick x jalen' @thenickgirl ! congrats!

congratulations to all of the winners! remember if you didnt win anything that dosent make you any worse than anyone on here! this was just for fun to try and bring some positivity into the fandom before the year was over! again thank you all for participating and for all the support i've gotten <3

roll on sturniolo tumbr awards 2025 :p

all dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[tastesousweet]

| chris & matt sturniolo

| matt

blurbs/hcs

toxic babydaddy! matt hcs

one shots

none yet!

series

the girl with the tattoo (grumpy!tattooartist!matt x sunshine!reader) : pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 recap of ch1-10 p11 p12 p13

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| chris

blurbs/hcs

texts w/ bf!chris

frat boy!chris x bitchy!reader

one shots

vampire love

the other woman

series

none yet!

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CAMILLE'S AU CATALOGUE ᯓ★

౨ৎ welcome to my au catalogue

౨ৎ all things to do with my au (intorductions, asks, prompts ect.) will be linked here

౨ৎ i don't claim/own any of these au's. i don't expect any sort of tags if you use these au's, unless you've taken inspiration from any of my prompts/asks then credit would be appreciated.

chris sturniolo:

౨ৎ fratboy!chris x loser!reader ⟡ ݁₊ introduction, prompts, asks, everything.

౨ৎ babydaddy!chris x brat!reader (coming soon…) ⟡ ݁₊ introduction, prompts, asks, everything.

౨ৎ hockeyplayer!chris x cheerleader!reader (coming soon...) ⟡ ݁₊ introduction, prompts, asks, everything.

matt sturniolo:

౨ৎ shy!matt x fuckgirl!reader (coming soon…) ⟡ ݁₊ introduction, prompts, asks, everything.

౨ৎ toxic!matt x shy!reader (coming soon…) ⟡ ݁₊ introduction, prompts, asks, everything.

ask away about any of these!

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this is giving bd!matt 🫦🫦

babydaddy!matt taking pics for brat!reader’s insta feed… whole time he look fine asf and should be taking pics of himself too (bd!matt getting on that influencer grind when? 👀)

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matt filming brat in italy oh he’s whipped :(

real footage of bd!matt watching brat!reader do anything

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did mazzy go to that family wedding with matt or what

she did !! she wore a sparkly black and silver dress that brat!reader picked out for her to match matt’s tie, and spent the whole night after the ceremony dancing with her dad, uncles (including justin), and grandparents. i imagine matt probably had tons of family and friends (some who hadn’t met mazzy before) telling him she looked so cute and happy, likely praising him for being a good dad… he definitely changed topics any time someone would ask why her mom wasn’t there or something though

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:: babydaddy!matt doesn't like your attitude

"this's what you wanted, huh?" matt spoke through gitted teeth, fingers digging into your hips as his own snapped to meet them, "actin' like a fuckin' prick all day f'some dick."

you whined, practically drooling beneath him. he was practically cradling you as his dick massaged your insides with an intense rigor. "matt-!" your plea came out in a high pitched moan, causing a small grin to tug at matt's pink lips.

he'd only just gotten started with you, but when he felt your walls fluttering around him as you trembled, he knew you were close. "what, baby, can't take it anymore?" he asked in a cocky tone, ego growing with each submissive noise you gave him.

matt got off on the idea of fucking that salty little attitude out of you, tired of you always finding reasons to argue with him. it was always 'mazzy can't do this,' and 'i don't trust that'. all he wanted was for you to stop bitchin' and complainin' all the time— he wanted you to just slobber all over yourself, repeating his name like a prayer.

his hand reached between your bodies, thumb moving to rub tight circles on your clit. you couldn't help the way your grasp on his biceps tightened, your pussy threatening to explode all over him. "matt, gonna- gonna cum," you warned, back arching off his mattress with curled toes.

you'd tried so hard to be good for him, holding off on cumming without his express permission after giving in to the way he handled you and your pissy words what felt like a few moments prior. you just couldn't. you felt your body shake in an almost violent manner, matt not giving up in his relentless pace when he felt you cream around him.

your moans and his groans filled the room (and most likely the house), making the two of you grateful for chris and nick having taken mazzy to the park.

w/c : ? a/n : divider by issysh3ll

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

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:: babydaddy!matt has no problem sticking up for brat!reader

matt wasn't the type to get easily riled up—especially not to where he felt the need to get physical about it. he was more the type to talk things out, most would say. and that's exactly why it was such a shock when you made your way towards the commotion in the living room to see matt with a guy under him, fists of fury hammering into the poor dude's face.

for a moment, you contemplated if this was something you even wanted to involve yourself in, given is was your child's father. but when matt's hand continued coming down repeatedly with no sign of stopping any time soon, his opposer barely fighting back at this point, you couldn't find it in him to let him just keep kicking this guy when he was so clearly down.

giving a harsh tug on matt's plain black t-shit, you pulled him off like he were a misbehaving dog. his head snapped back to see who had grabbed him, brows unfurrowing the moment he came face to face with you.

his breathing was ragged, waiting for you to berate him as the people surrounding you two scrambled to stop the guy who was once lying on yhe dloor from standing up. to his surprise, you pulled him along with an annoyed grunt, slipping out of the party amidst the chaos of the fight. "where're we going?" matt asked, only to be ignored as he followed behind you until you guys were far from the house.

"i knew this was a stupid idea," you finally muttered, letting go of his wrist to turn and look up at him as you two stood in front of his car. your eyes, scanned his face, maneuvering your head to get a good look at any injuries he may have.

matt's mouth opened, wanting to explain. he knew you didn't want to hear it. "m'not hurt," he replied simply, shaking his head as his eyes finally met yours.

you clicked your tongue, giving him a deep sigh as your eyes rolled for what already felt like the millionth time tonight. "what's your problem?" you asked, addressing the big fat elephant standing right in front of your guys' faces, "forget you're an adult now, hm? have been for almost five years... fighting's how you catch cases, dumbass."

the scoff that left his lips made you want to slap some sense into matt, giving him a look that said, 'are you a fucking idiot?' as you waited for whatever lame excuse he might conjur up. but you should've known better than that. you knew matt had never been the type to go out fighting recklessly, so you should've known something had seriously bothered him. and the fact that something so simple had slipped your mind made his reasoning all the more shocking. "kid was talking shit," he answered, eyes averting to look anywhere but you, one hand coming up to rest on his hip as if he were embarrassed to admit it.

again, you weren't paying enough attention. "yeah? what, he said your fancy little carharts weren't cool enough or something? so you had to go and risk literal jail time?" you insulted, growing increasingly more annoyed with each passing second, "i mean, seriously, i don't know what i'd do if that guy chooses to press charges—you better hope nobody recorded that."

matt looked at you with a softness to his eyes, feeling his chest tightening a bit at your words; for a moment, those last few sentences made it feel like you needed him. of course, he knew in the back of his mind that you were thinking of mazzy, but he'd like to remain at least the slightest bit delusional in the moment. "come on," he scoffed again, "it was about you... the guy was talkin' shit 'bout you. was i supposed to jus' let him?"

the confession made your breath hitch a little, head pulling back and brows furrowing in a mild confusion. then, you came back to your senses, the attitude rising within you apparent on your features. "what'd he say?" you asked with a quick work of your neck.

"s'nothing important." matt was quick to brush you off, a certain coldness washing over him.

"really? then why'd you fight about it," you pressed on, a brow raising as if to tell him you simply didn't believe him.

he shook his head, mouth openining and closing as matt thought of an excuse. he couldn't – or, moreover, he didn't want to lie to you. "jus' spewin' some bullshit about you, like, bein' overly difficult... said you rejected him an' shit earlier. i guess he was upset about it," he answered, realizing he may have overreacted a bit now that he was explaining it out loud.

"that's all?"

matt shot you a confused look, shrugging a bit. "yeah—i mean, i also saw him tryin' t'grab on you earlier, so..." even that that wasn't really all, truthfully. it was the way the guy was so persistent, eager to start some sort of smear campaign against you between all of his friends. his lack of regard for matt as he badmouthed you, knowing what matt was to you. what you meant to matt.

you were quick to push past him, another annoyed grunt as you shoulder checked him. "just let him talk next time," you mumbled through gritted teeth, "that's not your battle."

matt turned and watched you walk away, in utter disbelief that this was how he was getting treated for standing up for you. of course it was his battle. who else was going to fight it? you? absolutely not. that guy got what was coming to him, saying whatever so carelessly.

"stay if you want," you called back, head turning to look at him, "m'gonna stop by your house to pick up mazzy from chris and nick."

w/c : 971 taglist : @mattsturnswife, @br1annax, @x0x0bunny, @m4ttsmunch, @mattsnumberonehoe, @k4yd1, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @sturnstar169, @bxtchboy69, @strnilolover, @little-miss-shay, @sweetobservationface requested by anon.

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☆ introducing... babydaddy!matt

you were woken up by your loud ringtone and the sound of knocking at your front door, both growing increasingly more impatient. with a groggy stupor, you slid out of your bed, careful not to wake the toddler fast asleep beside you. it wasn't a long walk from your bedroom to your front door in the small apartment you and your daughter lived in, giving you barely enough time to fully wake when you opened the door to feel the sun hit your eyes. you hissed, just hardly able to make out your child's father standing in your doorway with some bags in hand.

"i brought breakfast," matt explained simply, holding up what you were now able to tell were mcdonalds bags, "ya' weren't up? it's almost ten."

your small groan in response only made matt chuckle, pushing past you like he belonged in your home without a care in the world. "so, let me guess, she's still asleep too?" he then asked, turning to look at you shutting and locking your front door.

with a small frown at the way he'd already began to make himself comfortable at your dining table, you nodded apprehensively, crossing your arms to watch him rustle in the bags of food. "she wouldn't go to bed in her own bed last night either, so i had to bring her into mine... she's always a hassle to put to sleep,' you explained, clearly exhausted.

matt's small grin remained on his face as he placed some of the fast food he'd ordered in deliberate spots on the table. "weird, she always falls asleep quickly with me— snug as a little bug," he said, the last words much softer than the ones previously before his eyes flicked up to meet yours, "y'know, she could always start spending the night at my house sometimes." his tone made it seem like this were a new suggestion, as if he hadn't been saying that almost every time he'd come over.

only an exasperated roll of your eyes and the bags he'd brought were empty, placed in three spots - two on one side, and one on the other. "she's not staying there, matt. i already told you, a few hours is enough, then she needs to come home to me." even with how tired you were of always being the one taking care of her, you weren't willing to negotiate on this. you didn't want her staying places without you, and that was final.

he gave you another chuckle, this time a bit bitter as he shook his head. "i just don't see how else you're supposed to relieve all your stress," he replied, calm and collected as he could be as he made his way into your bedroom.

"I could think of a few," you quipped, laughing at your own joke.

matt huffed, choosing to ignore your comment and only grumble an incoherent "don't do that shit to me," so he could wake up his sleeping beauty - mazzy. cooing and caressing her soft baby face, he eased her awake before he lifted her out of the warm blankets her small body practically drowned in. he bounced her on his hip as she mumbled in her half-awake state, causing him to whisper things like 'it's okay, daddy's here," and 'how's my pretty girl?' before he walked to the door frame with her.

the sight of her face lit up as she began speaking softly in response to her father was enough to melt your heart, watching the two interact as he carried her all the way to her spot in front of some mcdonald's hotcakes. your features softened as he buckled her into her highchair, gentle in ways you'd never seen him be to anyone else with your guys' daughter.

he looked great in that plain white t-shirt, tattoos covering his arm, bent over to cut up the pancakes for his (your guys') child. his key fab dangled from his jeans, swaying with each movement. you couldn't help but feel your heart begin to beat a little, trying not to admire the way his curly, shiny brunette tufts of hair would shift on his head whenever he'd speak in such an adorable tone.

"it's times like these where i start to wonder why we ever broke up," you said mindlessly, not even expecting him to catch his words with how intensely focused he was on mazzy.

of course, to your dismay, matt's eyes instantly flicked up to meet yours once again, this time a bit of an unreadable darkness to them. "mhm... i can think of a few."

w/c : 767

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Baby daddy Matt and you sleeping in you bed after fucking all night and your daughter comes to your room and says “why is daddy here?” So confused to why Matt is sleeping next to you 🤨

you were spent, groaning when you heard your daughter calling for you in the room over. your legs and throat were sore, and the exhaustion from the lack of sleep was hitting you hard as you lifted an arm off of you and dragged your ass into mazzy's room.

"mommy," she whined, looking up at you with pleading eyes as you leaned over her crib and reached for her. a content smile grew on her small face as soon as you picked her up, short arms reaching to wrap as far around you as they could.

you gave her a warm, tired smile in return, bouncing her on your hip a little bit before you practically stumbled out of her bedroom. "still tired?" you asked, hoping to say yes as you waited to decide whether you should make your way into the kitchen a few feet away, or back to your bed.

mazzy nodded, rubbing her eyes with a small yawn. unintentionally, you let out a breath of relief, reaching to rub her little arm in response—the few hours of sleep you did get last night only allowed you to do so much right now. you continued on into your bedroom, coming to a quick halt when you heard your daughter let out a small gasp. "what? you okay?" you asked her, a bit of worry in your tone as you stood at the edge of your bed, trying to read her expression.

she jumped out of your arms without warning, making you panic for only a quick moment before seeing her land on the bed with a laugh, hurrying over to the lump under the covers on one side of it. "daddy!" she exclaimed, stopping before her dad to smack the back of his head.

matt groaned, turning over under your covers. "what?" he grumbled in an annoyed tone, eyes still closed as he now faced both you and his little girl.

"matthew," you warned, a brow raising at the agitation in his voice, "it's mazzy..."

with that, one of his eyes popped open, catching a glimpse of his daughter's excited expression. "oh..." he mumbled in response, a smile now beginning to grow on his face as his other eye opened. "g'morning princess," he started, an arm slithering out from your comforter to cup your daughter's small head, fingers entangling themselves in her soft curls, "lookin' so pretty, hm? just like your mama."

mazzy's smile widened, her little teeth poking out from between her lips as she giggled at her father's endearing words, batting her cute little eyelashes. "daddy, how'd you get here?" she then asked, eyes wide with wonder.

"daddy drove, silly."

she giggled again. "why are you here then?" she asked, a bit of confusion now apparent in her voice.

matt's eyes flicked up to meet yours, giving mazzy a small 'um' as he tried to think up an excuse. she gave him no time to answer, the confusion in her tone spreading across her face now. "you're in mommy's bed too... you have your own house, silly!" the skepticism in her voice quickly turned light as she joked with her dad.

both you and matt chuckled along with the small girl, honestly just glad she was too happy that she'd woken up to her dad there to continue on with the awkward questions.

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early morning sex with babydaddy!matt after he “accidentally” ended up in your bed last night 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

:: brat!reader often wakes up to babydaddy!matt in her bed

arms slithered around you as you were coaxed out of your sleepy state, the sound of someone whispering in your ear with desperation and something hard pressing against your butt causing you to let out a confused groan. you were still tired from last night's activities, body a bit achy and sore.

that's when you heard a small whimper from behind you, causing your head to turn and your eyes to meet his. matt practically pouted, drinking in your beauty in your half-asleep state. "baby i need you," he rasped, practically grinding his bulge against your ass.

"m'tired..." you whispered, struggling to keep your heavy lids lifted as you yawned.

a small smile tugged at matt's plump lips, flipping the you both over gently so he was now hoovering over you. "lemme do the work then," he insisted, hand moving to lift the big t-shirt you'd fallen asleep in, exposing your bare pussy to him. he was just happy you'd decided you were too tired to put all your clothes back on last night, making it easier on him now.

your hand caught his wrist, head shaking slowly. "sore," you started, feeling the light cramping around your entrance, "and mazzy's in the next room."

matt chuckled, admiring how straightforward you were with him. his hand pulled back from you, moving to stroke himself for even just the slightest bit of relief. "we'll try something else then, yeah?" he asked, positioning his length abover your folds before looking to you for approval, "this okay?"

with a hesitant nod, your eyes closed, trusting that matt would never do anything to hurt you. he was ecstatic, rubbing his leaking tip along your wet folds to tease you (and him, really) almost immediately. a soft whimper escaped your lips when his cockhead ran over your puffy clit, causing matt's soft grin to widen.

your eyes remained closed, leaving matt in full control. "keep it quiet, m'kay?" he ordered in a sweet tone, moving his dick meticulously to spread your folds. he hoovered his thumb over his long shaft, keeping it in place as he began thrusting between your folds. when your eyes opened again and your jaw went slack at the newfound friction against your sensitive nerves, matt nee he was at least doing something right for you. "yeah— yeahh, s'kinda new, huh? y'like it?"

instantly, you nodded, unable to deny the immense pleasure washing over you at such a simple action. it was embarrassing, really, for both of you; the way you guys found such satisfaction without even barely doing anything. matt felt his orgasm coming on already, grunts escaping his lips with each slow stroke between your sopping folds.

it was like the soreness surrounding your cunt has completely disappeared, and suddenly you felt the urge to beg matt to fuck you... the right way. this was great, yeah, but you needed more. you needed to feel him deep inside you. your mouth opened to tell him just that—

"mommy," you heard a whine from the other room. matt immediately stopped with a small sigh, too afraid to continue on at the thought of ignoring mazzy and risking her hearing.

"let me fuck you later... please," matt whispered as he hopped off of you, immediately searching your room for his clothes.

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w/c : ?

a/n : i changed the ask a little to make it slightly more interesting imo, and sorry that this's a bit rushed :( i don't have much time to write rn but i wanted to answer this for you. divider by @issysh3ll

taglist : @chrissexygf @mattsnumberonehoe @m4ttsmunch @submattenthusiast @k4yd1 @strnilolover @bxtchboy69

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omg can you make like a really short angst blurb with babydaddy!matt and read , it could be anything you want! only if you'd like!!

:: brat!reader swears babydaddy!matt will never see her again

"no matt, fuck, just get out," you whisper-yelled in utter annoyance, careful not to raise your voice in front of your child, who was watching tv obliviously on the couch, as you ushered matt out of your front door. he just couldn't take a hint, practically pleading with you to let him stay—let him see his child.

"but mazzy-" he started, only to be cut off by you attempting to close the door on him, to which he pushed to keep open for as long as possible.

your brows furrowed in anger, a scoff louder than intended coming from your throat. "it's always 'mazzy', matt. that's your excuse. i'm sick of it," you spat out bitterly, words incoherent to the toddler a few feet away, who was now looking back at the two of you.

as you rambled on about how you never wanted to see him again, claiming both you and mazzy would be totally fine without him, matt's eyes flicked over towards the innocent girl, watching you angrily gesture at her father with wide eyes and eyelashes that batted at him. a wave of guilt washed over him, and he felt that not-so-familiar lump begin to form in his throat. the hurtful words you whispered in his ear seemed to fade in his mind, and all he could think about was keeping his daughter happy.

the more you said, the more he began to realize you held the power here. he knew he couldn't let whatever harsh emotions you had towards him keep him from seeing his only true joy in life. so he did what any man would to, and he cried.

you paused when you saw tears begin falling down matt's cheeks, the silence deafening as you began to wonder if you'd taken it too far. it was rare that matt cried, but it made sense that he'd cry over your threats of never letting him see his daughter again. "p- please," he finally spoke up, clearing his throat, trying his best to stop the tears from falling and further embarrassing him, "you have to understand, i- baby, i never meant for it to be like this."

there was another silence, save for the sniffles coming from matt. that's when mazzy stands up, her wobbly baby legs making it hard for her to make it across the living room very quickly. but once she did, she was quick to grab your legs from behind, startling you and causing your head to snap down in her direction with a small gasp. she looked up at you, then her dad, "daddy..." she whined, soft little 'princess voice', as matt would tell her, piercing though the tension, "hungry."

it was like your demeanor had completely changed, letting go of the door and crouching to pick up her little body with a well put together smile, "aww, mazzy baby's hungry, hm?" you cooed, pinching her belly softly as you began to cradle her in your arms.

mazzy nodded, another small whine leaving her cute little lips. you looked at matt for a moment, mulling over the options in your head. for a moment, there was a glimmer of hope, almost certain the way she'd whined for her dad was enough to convince you that she, in face, did need him.

that only led to a door in his face, the sound of you locking it echoing within his skull. hear could hear more cooing from the other side of it, unable to make out words as he just... stood there. it was your fault, really - the argument. but again, you held the power.

w/c : 603 a/n : i don't write angst very often, so sorry if this's absolute garbage lmaoo, i honestly didn't expect people to love bd!matt this much

-love, your grandma cvnty☆!

[cvnntagious]

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐀𝐔 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

must be heaven [ babydaddy!matt and brat!reader ]

matt huffed as he walked into your house beside you, hand immediately dropping from the small of your back once inside. "you good here?" he asked coldly, standing in the doorway as you turned around with a confused look spread across your face.

"huh? i mean, yeah..?"

"m'gonna go get mazzy from my house, and uh... i think i'll just head back there for tonight," he then said, blue eyes refusing to meet yours when you noted the hardness in his features.

you sighed, giving him a knowing look. "c'mon, don't tell me you're actually upset about that guy flirting with me earlier." a laugh-like scoff left your mouth at the idea.

he only shrugged, remaining silent for a moment before his eyes finally flicked up to meet yours, a clear bit of hurt in them. "i just don't get why you entertained him for so long," he spoke up, arms crossing as a cold breeze from the night air ruffled the back of his hair, "i mean, i was right there—watching."

"it was harmless," you rolled your eyes, thinking about how tired you were of his constant mood swings. “i mean, jeez matt, you act like m’gonna go of with some other guy while i’m out with you.”

an airy breath came out of his nose, along with an eye roll in return as he began to turn towards your front door. “whatever,” he said, taking the few steps to reach the entrance before he placed his large hand on side of the white door, “be back in a minute.”

with a small pout, you followed in his steps, grabbing the arm closest to you and pulling it into your chest to stop him from leaving. his head instantly snapped in your direction, shooting you a confused look when he felt your arms wrap around his. “you’re really just gonna leave me like this?” you practically whined, batting your falsies as you looked up at him.

his eyes ran over your face, flicking from your big doe eyes to your glossy lips as he wet his. he was such a fool for you. his resolve disintegrated almost immediately, picking up on your innuendo quick. “leave you like what?” he asked, unable to contain the small smirk that tugged at his full lips.

“y’know…” you trailed off, your eyes telling you the rest as they flicked down towards your outfit.

having worn a cute little black dress out to the bar with him, you weren’t aching for anybody’s attention but his. and with him all irritated with you, you had him just where you liked him. you took a few steps back, pulling him with you—though, it wasn’t much of a pull because he was practically in a trance. with a mischievous grin on his face, he was quick to hoover over you when you laid yourself down on the couch, kicking his shoes off smoothly as he brought a hand up to grab your waist through the thin material you wore. “you piss me off, y’know that?” he finally spoke up, though his words held no real weight with the way his hands continued to roam your body.

you were quick to nod, along with an innocent sounding ‘mhm’, all while wrapping your arms around his neck and puckering your lips to pull him in for a kiss. but just then, it was like he gained control of his body again, stiffening himself so you couldn’t pull him any closer. your brows raised in confusion, opening your mouth to ask him why before matt spoke instead: “bad girls don’t get kisses,” he explained sternly, a familiar hardness to his features returning when you feel his hand creeping up your thigh, hiking up your short dress in the process.

his finger instantly hooked under the side of your thong, pulling it just far enough for him to let it go with an audible snap. a small wince came from you, making matt’s eyes bright blue eyes flicker up to meet yours as he effortlessly tugged your lacy panties down, exposing your bare pussy to him. he caught the way you shivered at the cold air hitting your slick, licking his lips once more before he looked down at his favorite sight with a pleased grin. “look at that,” he muttered, talking more to himself than you, “so wet already, hm? you like when i’m upset with you?”

he knew you did—of course he knew you liked to piss him off just to get a little punishment; he’s been at this rodeo many times before. he wasn’t gonna give you want you wanted this time, though, his fingers lifting to begin toying with your eager clit in agonizingly slow circles.

“matt,” you whined, moving your hips to grind against his nimble fingers in hopes of more friction. instead, he lifted his hand giving you a disapproving ‘tch’ before slap.

his hand came down in one swift motion, shocking you when you felt the sting against your sensitive bud. a quiet moan was pulled from your throat, caught off guard by the new sensation. “oh, you like that, huh?” he’d spanked you many times before, yeah, but never there. you honestly weren’t even sure where he got it from, but when another slap landed on your clit, you weren’t given time to think about that.

“no, i-“ you began in a pleasured gasp.

“really? ‘cause it seems like y’do, baby.” the self satisfied tone he spoke in gave you goosebumps, brows furrowed as you looked up at him in desperation.

just then, his hands found your hips again. “fine, don’t like it?” he spoke again without even have given you time to answer his last question, “we’ll go back to this then,” he finished, quickly flipping you flat onto your stomach with little to no effort.

it didn’t take long before he’d undressed himself, landing another spanking, this time on your ass as he relished in the way you whimpered for him. “gonna fill y’up so good,” he rasped, now holding his hardened length to over your ass. “if i haven’t ruined you for everyone else by now, m’going to tonight,” he added, a small chuckle following.

when you looked back at him, lifting onto your elbows, he gave you a grin as he pumped himself a few times. spreading your asscheeks, he ran his fingers through your slit to gather some of your juices and rub it all over his dick. it didn’t take long for him to have lined himself up with your needy entrance, pushing inside slowly.

both of you let out long breaths, matt’s hands gripping your butt for what felt like dear life as he felt your walls mold to the familiar shape of him. he barely wasted any time in pulling back once he had bottomed out, giving you another slow, long stroke “faster,” you stifled out once you felt him leaning over you to press his chest against your back, breathing in your ear.

“y’wan me t’go faster?” he asked, head dipping to kiss your neck as he continued his languid grind into the plush skin of your ass.

you instantly nodded, making him give you an amused scoff. he lifted himself a bit, bending his knees to give you more than what you wanted. his hips snapped into your ass at a relentless pace, eliciting choked moans from your lips as you almost instantly collapsed into your couch. “matt, fu—ck. s’good, oh my- shit,” you babbled, the veins of his cock scratching an itch inside you that made your toes curl.

his hand made its way to the back of your head, squishing your face into the leather sideways as he grunted with each powerful thrust. “doing great, baby, back that into me,” he praised, a small moan following his demand as he felt your gummy walls sucking him in.

with that, you lifted your ass the best you could, giving him a better angle to hit that sweet spot. “oh–!” a wail was ripped from your throat when his fingers found your clit once again, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you squirming beneath him, almost trying your best to crawl away from the pleasure.

“p- papa, m’gonna,” you began warning, feeling your climax nearing quick as you gripped the blanket you left thrown over the armrest of the common seating.

as if on cue, your orgasm was ripped away from you when matt’s throbbing length was pulled from your walls, making you whine in the brattiest way you ever had before. you shook beneath matt as he lifted himself off of you, the pleasure dying down in a painful simmer while matt stroked his length a few times. a guttural moan came from his throat as sticky white fluid shot from his tip in lines, coating the soft skin of your ass.

then, he just lifted himself off the couch to stand beside your still-trembling form, not even phased by the desperate look you gave him—a silent plea for him not to just leave you like this. he cleared his throat, picking his clothing off your floor, “getting dressed so i can pick up mazzy,” he replied coldly, a groan coming from you when it slowly started to sink in that he was dead serious about this, “clean y’self up before we get back, m’kay?”

w/c : 1.5k

a/n : first day of my au special and tbh… it wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be 😭 thank you guys again for 2k+ followers, i can’t express how much this means to me !!

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

[cvnntagious]

babydaddy!matt's reaction if brat!reader tells him that the person she's seeing is meeting mazzy soon...

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(from cherry anon - i wanna do this cherry 'banner' to show its me !)

so cute, love the banner !

matt smiled as he picked his daughter up off of the couch, tossing her up in the air as the two giggled in excitement. he held her against him, white shirt and carhart jeans dirty. "you look all pretty," he spoke in such a sweet tone to mazzy, hand coming up to toy with the light blue ribbon tied in bows in her hair, "y'guys goin' somewhere?"

as mazzy shook her head, the sound of your heals stopped behind matt, causing him to turn both him and your child to look at you. "matt?" you called for him in a confused tone, head tilting slightly as you stood in your hallway a few feet away, "what're you doing here?"

there was a moment of silence as matt gavr you a one over, eyes narrowing a bit at the extra put together outfit you had on. he looked back to mazzy, clearing his throat as he observed the rest of her clothing. "uh— got off work a little early today," he stated simply, shifting in his spot as his eyes met yours again, "thought i'd come take mazzy out of your hands for s bit." he then lifted up the spare key between his fingers, showing you how he got in.

"oh-!" you chriped awkwardly, taking a few steps to get close enough to grab for mazzy, "mm-mm, we're okay."

pulling mazzy from his arms, matt gave you a look of disbelief. "w– no, what's going on?" he asked, suspicion laced in his voice.

"i'm gonna meet daniel!" mazzy exclaimed excitedly without warning, throwing her arms up as you kept her from falling.

matt's head immediately snapped towards his happy daughter, utter bewilderment spread across his face. "daniel?" he echoed in question, a bit of annoyance rising within him. matt knew who daniel was—the cock blocker; the reason you'd been ignoring all his attempts to get back in bed with you. but did mazzy know who daniel was? he was sure not... he was certain you hadn't told the poor girl anything. and yet, here you were, trying to bring him around her.

you instantly noticed matt's shift in demeanor, giving him an exasperated sigh. "don't look at me like that," you warned, rolling your eyes as you walked past him with a feigned nonchalance that only served to further get on his nerves.

matt turned with you, his eyes following you in the nice dress you'd put on... all for daniel. he bit the inside of his cheek, nodding as the annoyance only grew on his face with each passing second. "but you didn't think to tell me?"

"no, matthew," you answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, turning on the tv for mazzy after you'd gently placed her on the couch to watch, "and that is exactly why." your finger pointed at his tapping foot—a habit he acted upon whenever his anger was building.

his eyes glanced down as his foot, the repeated motion immediately stopping as he threw out his hands. "i mean, yeah, i'm pissed," he replied, his voice the slightest bit reasoning, "but come on, don't i have a say? she's our child, and you want to bring some random dude you've barely been seeing five months around."

you were quick to shake your head, adamant that, no, he didn't have a say. "exactly. listen to yourself, five months," you quipped, face twisting as if he were some idiot in your face.

"which is, like, barely any time... almost six years of us, in case you forgot."

"oh please," you rolled your eyes once again, "we both know this isn't just about mazzy. do you not get it, matt? move on. like i did."

[cvnntagious]

how did babydaddy!matt and reader met? + how did he treat while she was pregnant? (i bet he was super attentive and with her🥹)

they met in highschool ! basically in sophomore year, but they started really talking and hanging out senior year. matt asked reader out mid-year and they started dating. reader was a cheerleader and matt played lacrosse, so reader even convinced the coaches to start letting the team perform routines for the lacrosse boys.

when reader got pregnant (two years later, when they were both 19), the two were obviously shocked, but they made the most of it. of course, matt was nervous about becoming a dad, but no one could ever tell because of how sweet and attentive he was with her. he'd go to all the appointments with her, help her in and out of the car/up and down stairs, run her warm baths when she was stressed, and even rub her feet after a long day—even before she was all big and swollen. he also would do that cute thing where he'd press the side of his face into her pregnant belly and speak to mazzy through it.

reader broke it off with matt towards the end of her pregnancy, but even then, he continued taking care of her, despite having to fully move back in with his brothers. years later, he's an exceptionally devoted dad, and would never let whatever confusing relationship he has with reader get in the way of taking care of his child.