#𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐀𝐔𝐬

[sturnpov]

introducing .. teenage dirtbag!matt

idk if this needs a warning but weed?? uhm also this is my first time writing drabbles so i hope you enjoy. (loosely) inspired by the emo!matt (@colorthecosmos444) agenda i saw @pearlzier spreading on my feed lol

matthew – 21. boston, usa.

nu metal enjoyer. plays drums + guitar. stoner. dropped out of uni. late night drives. former band kid. lowkey a stars wars nerd. introverted. skateboarder. owns a camcorder.

teenage dirtbag!matt who always complains to you that he has heel bite but won��t stop wearing baggy jeans (despite that being the logical solution??)

“baby! there’s another hole in my jeans!” matt calls out from inside your shared bedroom, you simply sighed and rolled your eyes in response. it was the same complaint almost everyday, but matt never wanted to hear it. although, you didn’t hate the baggy jeans on him.

teenage dirtbag!matt who takes you to a skatepark one night in the hopes of teaching you to skate

it was cold. absolutely freezing cold, yet matt had managed to convince you to come to a random skatepark with him to learn how to skate. you were standing on matt’s skateboard, your hands gripped firmly onto his shoulders for support as he starts to slowly walk you. “you’re doing really good, m’proud of you baby!”

teenage dirtbag!matt who burns a cd for you (it’s the most romantic thing he’s ever done tbh)

it had been what? three hours since he had started this project and he locked himself in his room to do it, his computer was filled with all your favorite songs (plus songs that reminded him of you) and he was currently burning them onto a cd.

teenage dirtbag!matt who loves recording you with his camcorder

“you’re so pretty, baby,” matt murmurs, his voice surprisingly soft as his arm snakes its way around your waist. it wasn’t until you tilted your head in an attempt to meet his gaze that you noticed the camcorder—the very one that matt had been obsessed with since chris bought it for him— that was in his other hand, positioned right next to your face. in actuality, he just liked the domesticity of living with you and loved the idea of being able to document his life with you.

teenage dirtbag!matt who learns songs on his guitar so he can impress you

matt sat on the couch, guitar in hand, fingers awkward on the strings. his gaze flickered to you, curled up in the corner of the room. “i thought you might like this,” he muttered, tuning the strings one last time before starting to play a familiar song. the song you had been playing a lot recently, he had taken the time to learn it just for you.

teenage dirtbag!matt who always has to start his day with a blunt like this man is a major stoner to me #sorrynotsorry

the early morning light filtered through the curtains as matt sat on the edge of the bed, lighter flicking in his hand. you groggily opened your eyes to see him taking a slow drag, his messy hair tousled from sleep. “thought you might want some company,” he mumbled, passing the joint to you. you took it with a sleepy smile, the calm of the morning settling around you both.

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❝ it’s a scream, baby! ❞ | ghostface.ᐟchris

IN WHICH .. chris decides to try something new in bed after you found out he was ghostface.

lowercase intended, content warning for (light) degradation, overstimulation, dumbification, implied violence & this is obviously smut. not proofread, we die like casey becker.

you were sitting in chris’s condo as usual, the two of you having grown oddly close over the last six or so months, which would be cute except for the fact that he was the ghostface killer that was terrorizing the streets of los angeles.

you already knew this though, you found out after he had showed up to your apartment at three in the morning drenched in sweat and blood—that wasn’t his blood—with the mask slung lazily around his neck. this would’ve been a red flag for anyone else, quite literally anyone else on this planet but you, you were a sick girl deep down.

“what’s that do?” you ask, getting up from your spot on the bed and grabbing a small white box that was sitting next to his mask. it was attached by a small wire, but you had no clue what it was supposed to actually do.. or be.

at first, chris wasn’t even going to dignify you with a response, thinking that was a stupid question to ask, considering you now had witnessed him firsthand use the device, but he figured he could humor you. “voice changer, sweetheart. wanna see?”

and that statement right there is what brought you to now, you were bent over the small futon in chris’s bedroom as he relentlessly fucked into you from behind — his breath hot and fanning against your neck, only adding more fuel to the fire that was your dripping arousal.

“you're drooling everywhere, sweet girl..” he says to you, his voice muffled by the mask covering his face, along with the voice changer as his rough thrusts come to a slow halt. his hands snake around your body, but you were so lost in pleasure that you hadn’t even noticed.

“here… give daddy your chin, sweetheart.” his long slender fingers came crawling between the valley of your breasts and past your neck to firmly grip your cheeks, his grip almost bruising with how tight he was holding you in place before he suddenly thrust his cock back inside of you, making your breath hitch from the suddenness of his actions.

“look at you, sweetheart. so, so pretty and so, so perfect for me,” as he forced your face up and out of the cushions of his futon, his lips meeting your own in a sloppy wet kiss — one filled with passion and desire. once more, his hips forcefully slammed against your ass — red from the friction as he buried himself deep within your sopping and spent cunt.

you didn’t even know how long the two of you had been at it, your mind was completely blank and the only thing on your mind was—well, absolutely nothing actually. you didn’t have a goddamn thing in that pretty little head of yours, that was exactly how he liked you too. just completely falling apart from him and him alone, that was how you should always be.

“ah! s'too much... s'so deep!” you squirmed, trying to get away from him as he pressed on the bulge poking out from your lower abdomen. “too deep? m'only right here... how about this?” harder. deeper. you suddenly hit the futon, his grip on your waist faltering as he fucked into you with even more dedication—slamming you down and splitting you open for the umpteenth time on his cock as he continued bullying himself cozily into your cunt as he drilled further, and further within you velvety wet walls. “ffuck… always so tight aren’t you, baby?”

for the first time that entire night, he finally dropped the mask completely and looked at you with a smirk that could only be described as absolutely predatory and that’s what did it for you. it only took a few more thrusts and the way you could finally see his blue eyes boring into your own as each drag of his cock soothing your high as you’d finally came with a loud whine, your moans reverberating through the small confines of chris’s bedroom.

sharp thrust after sharp thrust and you took note of how he carefully overstimulated you, harshly rubbing your clit even after your orgasm. “shit! a-already… fuck… i already came.” you pout, whining. “i know, just hold on, baby… need one more thing from you.”

you were definitely in for a long night..

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corduroy dreams | c. sturniolo

no warnings apply, just tooth-rotting fluff. also, consider this an introduction to indie singer!chris which is something i’ve wanted to explore for a while.

the low hum of the city echoed through the window of chris’s tour bus as he strummed absentmindedly on his guitar. he had just finished another show, the crowd still buzzing in his veins but unlike the frenetic energy of his fans, his mind was quiet— too quiet.

he’d been thinking about her again, the girl from the punk band. the one with the chaotic hair and an electric smile. the one whose voice was raw like broken glass, who didn’t care if people liked her music or not. he had no idea why she always managed to find a way into his thoughts, but every time he heard her laugh, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her like gravity. maybe it was the way she made him feel so small, like her world was larger than his. or maybe it was the way she never treated him as if he were famous because to her, he was just a guy who loved making music.

after a few moments, he decided to put down his guitar and scroll through his social media and of course, you were playing at a local venue only a few minutes away from him. he grabbed his jacket, shoved his phone into his pocket, and stepped off the bus to clear his mind. the cool night air in los angeles brushed against his skin as he made his way through the streets, the city lights flickering like a thousand tiny stars.

the venue was exactly how he expected it to be—grungy, dark, with neon signs flickering in the background. it was the kind of place where the music was always too loud and the people were always too close but there she was, standing at the front of the stage, her band thrashing behind her, a confident smirk plastered on her face as she belted out lyrics that felt like rebellion itself. she was different from everyone else in the room, her wild energy almost tangible in the air as he watched on with a starstruck expression.

when she saw him at the edge of the crowd, she didn’t skip a beat and nodded in his direction, her eyes flicking to his with a glint that said, “you know you shouldn’t be here, but I’m glad you are.”

after the set, he found her backstage, wiping sweat from her forehead, still riding the adrenaline of the show, but to him, she was the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on.

“you made it, chris,” she said, her voice rough from the performance, but there was a softness in the way she said it that made his chest tighten. “i was wondering if you were just gonna forget about me.”

chris smiled, leaning against the wall, watching her with an intensity that startled even him. “had to come see what all the noise was about. you’re not too bad for a punk girl, mama.”

she laughed, the sound grating but beautiful. “not too bad? i’m the best thing in this place.” she smirked, wiping her face with a towel before tossing it aside. “what about you, huh? still brooding away in your corner somewhere, singing your sad songs?”

chris couldn’t help but laugh at her words, shaking his head as he denied her claims. “not quite brooding, i’ve been working on something new though. it’s about a girl.” his voice was surprisingly quiet and a bit vulnerable as he spoke, his eyes fixed on his beat up converse instead of facing the woman in front of him— mostly because the song was about her.

she raised an eyebrow, her expression softening for a moment. “i’d love to hear it when you’re done with it, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” she was quieter now, the intensity of the performance still lingering in her voice. “i know i’m a lot to handle, but i don’t mind calming down for you.”

chris finally looks up at her, his eyes softening as he takes in her features and he felt himself falling more and more for her as every moment passed. “you don’t have to change for me. ever.”

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do not wait | m. sturniolo

a glimpse into the mind of teenage dirtbag!matt before he met reader; angst, depression, implied suicidal thoughts, self-deprecation (does this need a tag??) and weed. title based off “do not wait” by wallows.

❝and it gets worse before it gets better..

it was already nearing four in the afternoon and matt still hadn’t gotten out of bed yet, he was simply laying in bed with a blunt between his lips, but why would he? it wasn’t as if he had anything important to do, at least that’s what he kept telling himself even though it was false.

matt’s biggest issue was the days were blurring together, everyday feeling like a repeat of the last and it felt like his life was on some sort of pathetic time loop. maybe it was all the weed he had been smoking lately, that was what chris’s personal theory was — not that matt would ever stop smoking, that was one of the only hills he was willing to die on — but whatever the cause, he was absolutely miserable.

actually, miserable was an understatement. he was completely empty, the only thing that even gave him a semblance of normality was getting high, and even that was starting to bore him. he hadn’t spoken to his family in almost a week, a complete contrast to the way he always made them such a large part of his life, and he didn’t even know how many missed texts he had from his friends that he had ghosted.

he wasn’t depressed, no, he’d never admit to that but he certainly wasn’t alright. he just couldn’t be bothered enough to try and seek help, and so, he brought the blunt to his lips once more and with each exhale, he let go of all the thoughts plaguing his mind.

..that's one thing i have come to know.❞

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since he’s kinda blowing up and im sure some people are curious abt him, ask me anything abt teenage dirtbag!matt !! my asks are open ⭐️