#Matt sturniolo imagine

[chestersturniolo]

special candy

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader x Chris Sturniolo

Summary; you unknowingly eat some of dealer!matt & dealer!chris’ “special candy” whilst they’re out on their runs..

warnings; chratt poly relationship dynamic! if you are not comfortable with this, do not read // drug use (ofc) , pet names, tripping out (ish) — based on this request

Matt and Chris were currently out handling business, leaving you to your own devices for a couple of hours. As hunger creeps in, you lug yourself off of the couch to scrounge the kitchen, you spot a bag of gummies on the kitchen counter. You don’t think twice. You grab one, then two, then three- before you know it, you’ve polished off almost the entire bag.

You return to the couch, sinking into the cushions, opening your book back up. A chunk of time goes by before things start to feel…strange. Your breathing feels too deliberate, manual even, like you have to focus on every inhale and exhale. Your stomach churns, and time becomes a bizarre concept- minutes feel like hours, or maybe it’s the other way around. The words in the pages of your book start to morph. You squeeze your eyes shut to refocus them, trying to control your breaths and ignore this abnormal feeling.

A small while later you hear front door open, footsteps echoing up the stairs. Matt is the first to reach the living room. He spots you on the couch, grinning as he makes his way over. “Hey sweetheart” he says, cupping your cheek with a gentle hand.

You skip the usual greeting as you jut your lip out “I don’t feel well” you whine, eyes glossy.

Matt frowns, sitting down next to you, “Ah what’s wrong, baby?” he coos, frowning with concern, before brushing a soft kiss to your lips. The moment his lips leave yours, his expression shifts. His eyes widen. “You taste like…blue raspberry” His voice is slow, laced with panic. He grips your jaw, coaxing your mouth open “Fuck” he mutters under his breath, as his eyes land on your bright blue tongue.

Just in time , Chris reaches the top of the stairs, a couple of duffle bags he had retrieved from the trunk slung over his shoulder. Matt stands abruptly,marching over to him “Where the fuck did you leave that batch, Chris?!”

Chris blinked, confused “On the counter…?” he shrugs casually. The confusion lasts only a second until Matt flails his hands toward you. Chris’s eyes widen, and the duffel bags drop to the floor with a thud. He hurries over, crouching down in front of you, hooking a finger under your chin to inspect you

You blink at him slowly, your eyes heavy lidded “I’m sorry I ate your candy..i was hungry-“ you mumble “-I’ll buy you more, I promise!”

Chris ran a hand over his face, “No, you don’t understand, that was special candy, kid. Product!”

From the kitchen, Matt’s voice was frantic “She ate most of them!” he says, as he holds up the bag in the air , a couple of stray blue bears at the bottom. He chucked it down on the counter as he comes back to the couch, raking a hand through his hair.

Panic welled up inside you, your breathing growing shallow. “I-I didn’t mean to…Is this really bad?- am I gonna die?” fear in your voice

In that moment, the boys realise that they need to push their own freaking out aside and help you ride this out. Matt immediately sat beside you, placing his hand on your cheek “No, hey, listen to me - don’t panic, okay?” He shot a glare at Chris, who was pacing now, before turning back to you. “I need you to relax, baby. Talk to me, what are you feeling?”

Tears welled up in your eyes “Time is moving really…slow..and I feel like I’m tingly,and in..in bubble wrap” you pause for what feels like an hour “don’t feel good Matt” Your voice cracked, and you clung to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Chris lets out a big sigh before rummaging through the duffel bags, pulling out a bag of identical blue gummies. Matt’s eyes narrowed “The fuck are you doin’?”

Chris muttered, more to himself than anyone else “Shit’s my fault” He looked at you, guilt in his eyes. “You’re gonna be fine, okay? Look, I’m gonna do it with you” he says in a reassuring voice before quite literally shovelling them into his mouth.

The batch wasn’t majorly strong, but since you barely ever used substances, it was hitting you hard. He knew that taking them wouldn’t put him on the same level as you, considering his tolerance was worlds apart from yours, but he also knew that you seeing him doing so, would calm you down

And it worked, as you watched him chew, you felt a sense of reassurance, knowing you’re not alone in it.

~

Matt had tucked you into a blanket, you were sinking deeper into the couch as the initial waves of panic began to subside. The room felt both too quiet and too loud, and it was almost like you could hear the air bouncing around the room. The lights seemed brighter, and everything felt far away. Each breath still felt like work.

Matt stayed close, his arm wrapped protectively around you. His hand moved in slow circles over your back,. “Just keep breathing with me, okay?” He took exaggerated deep breaths, guiding you. “In…and out, that’s it”

You tried to mimic him, but it felt like your body wasn’t quite yours “Matt…it’s weird, everything’s weird” you whispered,

Chris knelt in front of you, resting his hands on your knees “Listen to me ma, you’re okay..this is just the gummies messin’ with you, i feel it too” he bluffed. He barely felt a thing…and although he hated lying, in times like these, a little comforting white lie never hurt anyone,right?

“It’ll pass, I promise” he continues , reaching for your hands, holding them firmly “squeeze my hand when it feels too much, yeah?” he says, taking a seat on the other side of you. You nod, holding onto his hands for dear life.

Matt glaced at Chris, silently communicating something before standing and heading into the kitchen. You watched him leave, slight panic flaring again “Where’s he going?” you ask, your eyes trained on him. Chris cupped your face, forcing you to look at him “He’s just getting you some water angel, you need to stay hydrated. Focus on me, okay?” His eyes searched yours, softening as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

Matt returned moments later with a glass of water and a damp cloth. He sat back down in his spot beside you, pressing the cloth to your forehead, before guiding the glass of water to your lips “Small sips”

You took a few hesitant sips, the icy water doing wonders for your cotton mouth. You push the glass away after a few more sips before huffing, “It feels like…like I’m floating” you whispered, blinking slowly.

Matt set the water down on the coffee table, and his hand falls to your thigh “You’re on solid ground, baby. Feel the couch under you? Feel my hand?” he says, giving a small squeeze to your leg. He guided your hand to the blanket, letting you feel its texture. You nod slowly, playing with the soft fluff.

He pressed a kiss to your temple before glancing at Chris, nodding toward the TV “Put something on, something light”

Chris grabbed the remote, flicking through channels until he landed on a nature documentary. The calming voice of the narrator filled the room “This should help” he shrugs, glancing back at you.

You watched the screen, the vivid colors too bright, too intense “It’s…too much” you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut.

Chris quickly turned the lights off, and turned the volume down “Better?”

You nodded, letting yourself get lost in the life of a polar bear.

~

As the initial anxiousness faded, a different sensation took over. Your stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet. You glanced up at Matt, with hazy puppy dog eyes “I’m…really hungry”

Matt exchanged a glance with Chris, a hint of amusement softening their worry “The munchies” Chris murmured, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Matt chuckled, pulling out his phone “Alright baby,what do you want? We’ll get you whatever you need”

“Everything” you pleaded , pulling a chuckle from them both.

Within minutes, they had food on the way-pizza, burgers, fries, ice cream. Chris disappeared into the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards and returning with snacks..chips, cookies, anything he could find. He handed you a bag of chips, watching you carefully. You practically snatched them from him

You crunched on them, eyes widening in delight. “These are the best chips I’ve ever had” you mumbled around a mouthful, crumbs falling onto the blanket.

Chris laughed softly, as he settled back in beside you, brushing them crumbs off your lap “Glad you’re feeling a little better” he smiled as he noticed a crumb on the corner of your mouth, reaching his thumb to wipe it off “pretty girl”

~

They stayed close,both planted either side of you. Whenever a random wave of strange feelings hit, they were there, talking you through it, grounding you.

Eventually the food arrived, they set everything up on the coffee table, letting you pick at whatever you wanted. It was the best meal you’d ever had, everything tasted like magic. You’d even lathered some ice cream on a pizza slice, making the most disgustingly delicious concoction. Matt and Chris watched you in awe.

Once you’d finished your food, and your belly was fulll, exhaustion set in. Your head drooped onto Chris’ shoulder, your eyes heavy. “M’tired” you mumbled.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head as Matt reaches and pulls the blanket over you further “Sleep sweetheart, we’ve got you”

It was seconds before you drifted off, feeling like the couch was swallowing you in its comfort. Every few minutes, Chris leaned in, carefully checking on your breathing, his ear close to your slightly open mouth.

Now you were asleep, Matt took the opportunity to scold his brother further ,, “Never leave our fuckin’ shit out again y’hear me?” he said with a stern look

Chris let out a big sigh, letting his head fall back with a guilty look, before nodding “Lesson learned bruh”

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AN; thankyou so much for the request anon! i had so so much fun writing this!! i included some of my personal “trips” in here lmao.

hope y’all enjoyed! - 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒆 ♡

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[delilahsturniolo]

sweet — m.s

in which . . . matt can’t help but be clingy towards you after coming home from a trip. (requested by @matttsangel)

warnings . . . none!

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. do not take inspiration without asking permission first, and if you are taking inspo from my writing please credit me! happy reading! :)

“it’s so sweet.”

“knowing that you love me.”

you laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. your eyes kept darting to the digital clock on your nightstand, keeping track of the time.

it was pretty late in the night, and right now you were as impatient as ever. tonight, matt and his brothers were coming home from a long trip to boston.

they had stayed for about 2 weeks, you couldn’t go since you had a huge AP test you couldn’t miss. so, that meant you had to be home alone without the triplets.

you missed matt more than anything, it was weird being without him everyday. for the past few days, you couldn’t wake up next to him, you couldn’t cuddle him, you couldn’t have movie nights.

of course, he’d call you every day and night make sure you were taking care of yourself, and tell you how much he loves and misses you. you were independent, but at the same time you relied on matt a lot.

you sighed heavily, your eyes about to shut. matt had specifically told you not to wait up for him since he’d be home late, but you couldn’t help it. you just missed him a lot, you couldn’t wait to see him.

just as you were about to drift off, you heard the front door open, and a few footsteps entering the house. you gasped, immediately jolting up and out of bed.

you recognized matt’s footsteps trudging up the stairs, you heard him grunt as he lugged his suitcase.

matt opened the door, smiling weakly as he saw you. you squealed, running up to matt and engulfing him into a tight hug, not caring in the slightest that you almost knocked him over. you could see how tired he was from traveling.

“hi baby” matt laughed, exhaustion present in his demeanor. he rubbed your back as you buried your head into his chest. “i missed you so much!” you exclaimed, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“i missed you more lovey.” matt whispered into your ear. you giggled in excitement as he picked you up, playfully throwing you on the bed and laying on top of you and wrapping his arms around you.

he shut his eyes, taking in the sound of your laughter. the sight of seeing you happy never failed to make him smile.

“c’mere princess.” matt pulled you closer, peppering kisses all over you. his lips trailed up from your neck to your cheeks, expressing his love and care for you.

he snuggled into you, holding you tightly in his arms. you felt his drained body melt against yours, his eyes shutting. your hands tangled into his hair, soothing him gently.

“how was boston?” you spoke softly, matt hummed in exhaustion.

“it was good, mary lou says she misses you. s’tired though..” matt murmured into the crook of your neck, his grip didn’t falter as he began to drift off.

you smiled, hugging him back and shutting your eyes as well.

it was sweet, he was so precious. you loved him more than ever. and now, he was here with you again.

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✰ 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ✧

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. English is not my first language!

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕... loves to see your cock-drunk face as he pounds into you while hugging your thighs with your back flush against the fogged up mirror.

𝒘𝒄. 337

✰ Matt’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he held your thighs tightly, your legs up in the air on one side of his shoulders and his arms wrapped in an iron grip around them—rendering you immobile. Your moans echoed throughout the bathroom as he pulled your hips forward, changing the angle and every thrust from him hit the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Your hands scrambled to hold onto anything you could, your shoulders flush against the fogged up mirror behind you. The overwhelming pleasure making your mind go numb.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... You had just gotten out of the shower when he suddenly walked in. Matt’s face flushed when he saw your naked form, even though he’s seen it plenty of times by now. "Sorry—" you chuckled when you heard the slightly panicked tone, "hey, it’s fine, should’ve locked the door, but since Chris and Nick are out I thought it was alright, no?" He nodded slowly, his eyes raking over your body appreciatively before snapping back up to your face. A sheepish grin plastered on his lips as he shifted his weight on one leg, trying to discreetly hide the growing arousal in his pants. You raised your eyebrows, noticing the telltale signs of his desire right away.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... You struggled to keep your eyes from rolling back as he worked his magic. The thick head of his length hit spots that made you let out sounds even you didn’t know you could make. The sounds of your pleasure spurred him on, grunting in exertion as he surged forward with renewed vigor. Determined to please you. "Fu—ck sweets, you feel me?" His arm left your thighs, and with gentle fingers, pressed on the bulge appearing and disappearing on your abdomen from his cock. His gaze momentarily shifted from your stomach to your face, a groan leaving his lips when he saw the look of pure ecstasy on your face. "Look at you, so fucking drunk on my dick, mffh—" ✰

𓆩♡𓆪

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔... loves when your ass recoils against his hips when he pounds into you from behind, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulling on it until you look up at your fucked-dumb reflection in the mirror.

𝒘𝒄. 362

✧ Chris groaned lowly as he drew back before slamming hard into you. Your backside recoiled from the force and your legs trembled, loud moans spewing out of your parted lips. He bit his lips, putting his hand on the small of your back and firmly pressing on it. The edge of the countertop in front of your upper thighs only made it easier for him to go as deep as he wanted without your body bouncing away. Your eyes rolled back in your skull before closing shut and reopening a few seconds later, widened like saucers when he increased his pace. Your hand travelled back in a futile attempt to slow him down, your moans nothing short of pornographic.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... Nick and Matt had gone to get food. They did ask you if you wanted to tag along, but you just wanted to stay in and Chris being Chris, your sweet boyfriend, decided to stay home with you. As much as you wanted to keep cuddling with your boyfriend on the couch – cozied up in blankets – you really had to pee. And so, you disentangled yourself from Chris with a heavy sigh, "I’ll be right back, gotta piss." You could hear him chuckling and shouting an "okay" from his place on the couch as you walked towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, you heard the bathroom door opening while you washed your hands. A pair of hands pushing you down to bend over the counter.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... Chris’ free hand tangled in your locks, gripping it into a make-shift ponytail before pulling on it. Your head involuntarily leaned back, your thoroughly-pleasured expression reflecting in the mirror. Chris’ pace quickened, the sound of wet squelching filling the air as he pounded into your sopping pussy from behind. "Look at that, baby," he cooed as he saw your face in the mirror, "look at yourself, the fucked dumb look on your face." He grunted as he pulled your hair with more force, making you look at yourself and a loud shaky moan left his lips when he felt your walls flutter rhythmically around his pistoning cock. ✧

𓆩♡𓆪

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[gilbertscurls]

one of your girls ➵ matt sturniolo

summary: during a movie night, nick and chris notice a particular mark on your neck.

The night was alive with the glow of the TV, casting flickering shadows across the living room. You were nestled comfortably between Nick and Chris on the oversized couch, a bowl of popcorn perched precariously in your lap. Matt sat at the end, eyes darting to you every so often with that subtle look he’d perfected—the one that said everything and nothing at once.

“Alright, who’s picking the movie tonight?” Nick asked, shifting to grab the remote.

“Me,” Chris chimed in before anyone could answer, waving his hand like he’d just won a game show. A groan rose from Nick as Chris clicked through the streaming options.

You laughed, eyes meeting Matt’s for just a fraction of a second—an unspoken acknowledgment of the weekend that had been nothing but secret meetings and whispered promises. The hidden smile threatened to tug at the corners of your lips.

“What’s so funny?” Nick’s voice snapped you out of it. He raised an eyebrow, smirking like he was on the brink of a discovery. Your eyes widened slightly, a reflex you hoped no one caught.

“Nothing,” you said, too quickly.

Chris shifted his gaze to you, eyes narrowing as if he could see right through you. The couch creaked as he leaned closer, suddenly serious. “Wait a second,” he said, peering at the side of your neck, his eyes widening in recognition. “Is that—”

Panic flashed across your face, but before you could react, Nick’s voice joined in, louder and more playful. “Oh my god, it is!” His finger pointed to the faint purple mark half-hidden beneath the collar of your sweatshirt.

Heat flooded your cheeks as Chris’s mouth dropped open in mock astonishment. “You have a hickey!” he accused, grinning like a kid who’d just found candy hidden in a drawer.

“I do not,” you said, but your voice betrayed you, barely steady. The room erupted into laughter, Nick and Chris exchanging conspiratorial looks that only brothers could share.

“Who’s the guy?” Nick asked, waggling his eyebrows as if he’d stumbled upon the scandal of the year. Matt, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, coughed, eyes glued to the floor as he fought to keep a straight face.

“Oh, you know,” you tried to brush it off, your eyes darting nervously to Matt. But Chris was relentless.

“Don’t tell me it’s some random dude we don’t know.” Chris’s grin widened as he glanced at Matt, who now looked up, his eyes meeting yours for a heartbeat too long.

Nick caught the look, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Wait a minute,” he said slowly, realization dawning on him. “Is it… Matt?”

The room fell silent for a second that stretched like an eternity. Matt cleared his throat, finally letting a mischievous smirk break across his face. “You guys are impossible,” he muttered, the casual act not fooling anyone.

“Oh my god, it is!” Chris shouted, pointing between the two of you with a laugh. “I knew it! That explains so much.”

Nick collapsed back into the couch, groaning but unable to hide his smile. “Well, this movie night just got a whole lot more interesting.”

Your face burned as Matt’s hand found yours on the back of the couch, out of sight but warm and reassuring. The secret was out, but as the laughter and teasing continued, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind.

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bambi!reader x matt sturniolo

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... smut, p in v, size kink, big dick!matt, kissing, mentions of oral (f receiving), praising, taunting, breeding kink lowkey?

matt’s hands were all over your body, skimming under the hem of your tank top as you sat in his lap, your own hands tangled into his brown locks, toying and tugging on it. you’d been making out for god knows how long by now, grinding down onto the rough material of matt’s jeans, your thighs and legs starting to give out from stretching out on either side of his.

you pulled back slowly with a quiet pop, your lips wet with saliva that you had no clue whether was your own or matt’s - but you didn’t care nonetheless. “matt… it hurts..” you whispered, looking up at him with a soft pout as you batted your eyes at him, your fingers losing their grip on his hair.

matt, just as aroused as you were, looked back down at you, a teasing smirk tugging on his glistening lips, before pulling you back in for a heated kiss, his hands on the back of your head. “mmm, i know, baby..” his voice was muffled against your lips, his eyes fluttered shut. “you just let me take care of that, a’ight?” his voice sounded when he pulled back again, smiling softly when you nodded with a flustered expression on your pathetically cute face.

“good girl,”

your hips were met by matt’s hand as you threw your head back against the soft pillow behind your head, feeling matt’s tip nudge at your entrance. “m-matt..” you whimpered weakly, your fingers on the back of his head tightening on his hair, curling your fingers into a fist.

you felt so stuffed, going completely dumb on his cock as he slowly eased his cock into your sopping pussy, his movements haltering for a moment as he leaned down to whisper, his lips grazing your ear. “such a pillow princess, huh? fuckin’ pathetic. not a thought in there…” you let out a humiliating loud moan, your lips stuck in the parted position they were in, your eyes barely open as you met his gaze. your mind was all cloudy and hazy, whining when he pushed further, feeling him fit himself inside of you.

his words were mean, but his tone was laced with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. but it made you crave more of them. “i fucking love it, though..” he then choked out with a soft moan, his hand next to your head balling the sheets into his fist as he tried his best to hold back from pounding into you. but it was almost becoming impossible from the way you looked up at him, and from the pretty noises, you let slip past your puffy lips, just from him easing his way inside of your tight cunt.

after a moment or two, you give him a gentle nod, and immediately he slowly pulled back out, before thrusting his throbbing cock back inside of you, making a breathy moan slip from both of your parted lips.

“matt, please -“ you had no clue how he ever reached this far, bruising your cervix with every thrust that met your pelvis, the stretch from his cock almost unbearable “- slow… slow down a little!” he huffed out a chuckle, his ego definitely stroked as he watched you struggle.

“come on, baby.. you’ve taken it before, you can take it again,” he patronized you, intently watching the part where your bodies connected, his hand on your waist moving down to lay flat across your lower tummy, pushing down on the bulge forming. you whined, your skin flushed and a tiny layer of sweat started to bead your skin.

“you’re so fucking pretty.. i love watching you get all hot and bothered on my cock,”

you let out a moan at his words, feeling his hand creep further up your stomach, his fingertips meeting your tit, cupping it as he continued his careful thrusts.

the sound of skin slapping against skin slowly echoed louder and louder throughout the room, the both of your moans and praises being mumbled out through sloppy kisses, tongues entangled. one of matt’s hands was kneading your tits, hovering over you on his other elbow, your fingers easily finding their way to his hair, tugging and twirling it.

before you know it, you feel his fingers trail down your stomach, working slow and deliberate circles on your bud. you break the kiss, letting out a weak moan from his touch.

“yeah, baby? y’feel nice?” he questions, his hips picking up their pace, matching the pace of his fingers. you let out a breathless moan, looking up at him through hooded eyes with a slow nod. he already knew the answer through, from the way you squeezed and clenched around his cock. “y-yes.. so good, matt.”

a groan slipped from his lips when he tried his best to hold back, wanting you to cum before he did. he was taking care of you after all. and almost as if rehearsed, your whiny voice sounded from beneath him.

“p-please make me cum, matt, please!” you were practically already, from the way your fucked-out voice went higher in pitch and how your pussy tightened like a vice around him. he loved seeing you like this, so desperate and needy, completely at his mercy.

he leaned down, his bruised lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss, in contrast to his harsh thrusts, before whispering “let go, pretty. wanna feel you cum f’me..” his lips grazed your ear, before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

you let out a needy moan when you met his eyes, feeling his fat tip nudge at your sensitive spot as you immediately fell apart beneath him, your moans like music to matt’s ears. “fuck! matt, holy shit-“ you babbled, your words slurring together as his thrusts stuttered.

he couldn’t even keep eye contact anymore, the sigh alone making his cock twitch, spilling his warm cum inside of you, making you whine and squirm. he buried his face into your neck, both of you breathless and panting.

matt fucked his seed further into you with slow thrusts, before the both of you tapped out, exhausted and spent. he left careful kisses down your neck, up the side of your face.

“i love you so much, princess..” he muttered between kisses, a smile tugging on his lips. you let out a breathless chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i love you more, matty…” you whispered before you slipped your bottom lip between your teeth.

matt leaned back from you, looking down where a mixture of your both releases seeped out of you, forming a ring around his thickness.

“shit, would you look at that..” matt slowly slipped out of your sweet pussy, electing a soft whine from your lips. he leaned down to be face to face with your dripping cunt, pressing a soft kiss to your bud, now buried between your spent and aching thighs.

“matt-” you hissed, running a hand through his hair, attempting to gently push him off. “i know, i know.. m’sorry….” he mumbled against your wetness, before pulling back, meeting your gentle eyes.

“you’re just so pretty..” he muttered with pleading eyes, before diving right back in, throwing your thighs over his shoulders.

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Daily Drabble | 27

Matt Sturniolo - {fake texts}

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Shy Matt brings fuck girl reader flowers and is so scared she won’t like them(she loves them but he can’t know that)

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like usual, matt had texted you that he was on his way to your shared apartment with your roommate. usually you'd ask her to go spend the night elsewhere because matt spent the night there some of the time.

you liked things to be perfect when he spent the night, but you never told him that — you tidied up more than usual, and you tried to act nonchalant about excited you'd usually be.

at this exact moment, matt was stressing as he glanced over in the passenger seat of his car, the pretty purple irises sitting in its wrapping paper as he continued driving the street. his eyebrows furrow in concentration as he hums a song under his breath, tapping the steering wheel to distract the nervousness creeping up inside of him with every passing minute.

soon he'd pulled up to the apartment, opening the door and climbing out and going to the passenger side of the door — he carefully retrieves the flowers, letting out a breath as he runs a hand through his hair. his palms sweat slightly, as he clicks the lock on his keys and begins making his way up the steps.

he rings the doorbell, nerves on high alert as his heart races, awaiting to gauge your reaction from what currently sits in his hands. he doesn't have to wait long, as the door slowly opens.

if it wasn't for matt not slowly learning everything about you, he would've missed the way your eyes instantly lit up as they landed on the flowers in his hand. you looked shocked, even — no guy had ever gotten you flowers before.

"i um...remember you sayin' these were your favorite," matt mumbles, his eyes darting everywhere but your face, "hope you like em'."

your stomach instantly did cartwheels, and you were incredibly giddy inside — no guys you've slept with or messed with have ever taken you out on a date or even did something as simple as buy you flowers. it almost made you say something you'd regret, therefore you kept those words in the back of your brain, and let a small smile tug at the edges of your lips.

"they're pretty," you shrug, matt's eyes finally looking up at your own as he holds in a breath, "you can set em' in the vase on the coffee table."

he hums in response as you step aside to let him into your apartment — matt walks in front of you, so he doesn't catch the way you smile widely at him, eyes twinkling with adoration and desire.

[strnilolover]

Vampire!Matt isn’t afraid of a little blood …

This writing below the cut will contain the action of eating someone out while they’re on their period. If this idea disturbs you or is not your preferred writing then do not read or read at your own risk.

You were curled up on the bed, wrapped tightly in a thick blanket as if it could shield you from the world. Your legs were drawn to your chest, your fingers clutching the fabric in a death grip. Across from you, Matt sat perched on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

It was that stillness that unnerved you now. His gaze was unrelenting, burning with something you couldn’t quite name. Love, yes, but also something deeper — something primal and hungry that made your breath catch in your throat.

“You don’t have to stay,” you finally murmured, breaking the silence. Your voice was soft, almost lost beneath the sound of the storm outside, but you knew he heard you. He always did.

Matt tilted his head slightly, the corner of his lips quirking into a familiar smirk. It wasn’t mocking, but it held a knowing edge, as if he already anticipated every excuse you were about to give him.

“And why would I leave?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, one that left no room for argument.

You dropped your gaze, your cheeks flushing as you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. “Because I’m not…feeling like myself tonight,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk softened, though the intensity in his eyes didn’t waver. “Go on,” he urged, his tone coaxing.

You hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “I’m bloated, crampy, and just…gross,” you confessed, your voice shaking slightly. “And on top of that, I’m on my period, so I—”

“Ah,” he interrupted, leaning forward slightly. The candlelight caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting his cheekbones and the faint curve of his lips. “And you think that’s a reason for me to walk away?”

Your cheeks burned hotter. “It’s messy,” you mumbled, unable to meet his eyes. “And I don’t feel attractive, Matt. I feel the opposite.”

Matt was silent for a long moment, but you felt his presence — his energy — surrounding you. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft but firm.

“Messy?” he repeated, his tone almost incredulous. He shifted closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. His cool touch sent a shiver through you, and his fingers lingered on your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “Sweetheart, there’s nothing about you that’s gross or unattractive.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you searched his face for any hint of insincerity. But there was none — only unwavering conviction in the way he looked at you, as though you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I’m a vampire,” he continued, his lips curving into a faint smile. “You think blood is going to scare me away? If anything…” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “It makes me want you more.”

Your breath hitched at the raw honesty in his tone, the heat in his gaze leaving you momentarily speechless.

“Matt,” you whispered, unsure whether it was a plea for him to stop or to keep going.

“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, his voice grounding and steady, cutting through your hesitation like a knife through fog.

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation, the word leaving your lips before you even realized you’d spoken.

“Then let me take care of you,” he murmured, leaning in closer until his cool breath ghosted over your lips.

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and consuming. His lips, cool and smooth, moved against yours with practiced ease, coaxing you to relax. His hand slid from your cheek to your neck, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just below your ear.

The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning into him, your fingers tangling in the soft strands of his dark hair.

When he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes burned with an intensity that made your pulse race. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice rough and possessive. “Every part of you.”

His hands slid down to the edge of your blanket, his fingers curling into the fabric. “Can I?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with intention.

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, your cheeks flushing as you let him pull the blanket away. The cool air kissed your exposed skin, and you shivered slightly, but it was nothing compared to the way Matt’s gaze roamed over you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice thick with reverence. His hands found your thighs, his thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles along your skin as he knelt between your legs. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You squirmed under his intense gaze, your hands twitching as you fought the urge to cover yourself. “Matt, I—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, leaning down to press a kiss to your inner thigh. His lips were soft and cool, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Let me show you.”

His hands slid down to the hem of your shorts, his fingers hooking into the waistband. He paused, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hesitation. When you gave a small nod, he tugged them down slowly, his movements deliberate as if savoring every second.

Then his lips were right back on you, working slowly, lips and tongue moving with deliberate care as he trailed kisses along your thighs. His hands gripped your hips gently but firmly, holding you in place as he worshipped every inch of you.

He moved his lips higher, placing kisses dangerously close to your aching pussy — you clenched around nothing, a mixture of arousal and blood seeping out of you. Matt’s eyes caught a glimpse of that, a smirk tugging at his lips as the sight of you and smell of you aroused him. Finally, his lips connected to your puffy clit.

And he didn’t hesitate, his tongue moving with precision as he worked you over with a devotion that left you trembling. The coolness of his touch contrasted sharply with the heat pooling in your core, the sensation overwhelming in the best way.

Your fingers reached down and tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as soft moans spilled from your lips. He growled softly against you, the sound vibrating through you and pulling another cry from your throat.

The worry of the mess and your nervous thoughts were completely disregarded, your mind slowly fogging with each swipe of his tongue and each suck to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Matt,” you whimpered, your voice breathless and needy.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips stained crimson. “You taste divine,” he murmured, his voice low and rough before he delved back down, his tongue moving faster.

His hands moved down to grip your thighs tightly now, putting them over his shoulders and holding them wide open to get better access to your now sopping cunt. Your hands tugged his hair, earning another groan from his chest, the vibrations and the action of his nose bumping into your clit made you squeal.

Your head was thrown back against your pillow, your hips now grinding down against his face as the knot formed in your stomach. You desperately wanted to chase the release you now needed — and your actions made Matt speed up.

“I- o-oh fuck! Matt.. m-matt-“ you cried out, bucking your hips wildly against his face now. And he just smirked against your folds, his tongue continuing to move rapidly.

Your stomach was hot — and tight. The band threatening to snap at any moment. But with a few final nudges to your clit, you were gasping and shaking. “C-cum…cumming!” you squealed, thighs snapping shut around his head and your fingers pulled harshly at his locks.

Matt continued to move his tongue, slowing the movements as he collected every drop of your release. When you finally started to push at his head, shying your hips away — was when he pulled himself back. His face was coated with your release and blood.

Your cheeks flushed, your heart racing as he moved back up your body, his cool skin pressing against your warmth. He quickly cleaned his mouth before his lips found yours again, the faint metallic tang of your blood on his tongue only heightened the intimacy of the moment.

“Did so good pretty-” he muttered against your lips, praising you. He pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. “-never have to hide yourself or feel ashamed about this. Always love you — in every stage and form.” he said, and those words made you feel anything but flawed or imperfect.

You smiled sheepishly up at him. “Here — c’mon-“ he says, hand gently tapping the outside of your thigh. “-let’s get you into a warm bath okay? and then we can get your favorite food.”

© strnilolover

[cheyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenne]

yes.

Do that in my ear please and thankyou!

[unknvhx]

id let him play me

[delilahsturniolo]

no body, no crime

— m.s

find other parts on my masterlist!

chapter 2 . . . rising suspicions

in which . . . you and matt are private investigators, trying to figure out an unsolved murder from years ago.

warnings . . . mentions of death, and a bit of arguing.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. do not take inspiration without asking permission first and please credit me if you are taking inspiration from my writing. happy reading! :)

you huffed as you stabbed a red push pin into a small photo, hanging it on a bulletin board. matt sat in front of the board, analyzing all the photos you put up so far.

“okay…here are the known suspects.” you said breathlessly, pointing to a photo of a bald man wearing a plaid dress shirt.

“mr anderson, emily’s algebra teacher. who she supposedly had an affair with. do you think he’d know something?” you turned around, looking at matt.

“meh, he’s just an old man. next.” matt grunted in boredom.

“okay…what about gianna? emily’s sister?” you suggested, matt just shrugged.

“can you at least be a little helpful?” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. matt groaned in annoyance at you, getting up and standing closer to the bulletin board.

“you’re being stupid.” matt looked at you.

“what?”

“look.” matt shoved you out the way, making you scoff in disbelief.

“you aren’t thinking about this enough you idiot. look at the time stamps, emily and justin went outside the house at approximately 10:30 PM. emily was shot at 10:56 PM.” matt explained.

“okay, so?” you huffed.

“so, we need to find out where our suspects were and what they were doing at that time.” matt turned around to face you, brushing his leather jacket off confidently.

“alright mr-know-it-all.” you laughed, matt shook his head at you.

“if mr-know-it-all wasn’t here you wouldn’t be getting anywhere with your crazy delusions. now come on, we gotta go.” matt ushered you to get up.

“where are we going?” you tilted your head in confusion.

“we’re gonna go to the jones’s residence.” matt smiled, trying to gauge your reaction.

“matt…are you sure about this?” you questioned, getting up.

“you wanna solve this case and prove everyone wrong? then follow me.” he didn’t even allow you to answer, leaving you know choice but to follow him. you grunted and dragged your feet across the floor, slowly following him and getting into the car.

about 15 minutes later, matt parked the car, you both stepped out. you were facing a small white house with a ruby red front door. you sighed.

you and matt walked up to the front porch, matt gulped nervously and held out his fist, softly knocking on the door.

you heard creaking from inside, causing you and matt to exchange a look of suspicion. before you even knew it, the door opened.

a girl with dirty blonde hair, a white tank top and pajama pants looked at you and matt in confusion.

“can i help you?” the girl smacked her gum loudly, causing you to flinch. she looked as annoyed as ever.

“hi! i’m y/n, and this is detective sturniolo. we’re from the silver stone detective agency.” you smiled politely, matt waved awkwardly.

“okay…you here to arrest me or something?” the blonde laughed stupidly, but immediately stopped when you and matt didn’t laugh.

“is gianna home?” matt asked her, his tone firm.

“that’s me.” she tucked a piece of hair behind her ears.

“um…is it okay if we interview you about your sister? we just wanna talk, and collect information.” you asked her, her face dropped.

“m—my sister? emily? the case reopened?” she asked frantically, you nodded your head.

“come…come in i guess.” gianna hesitantly spoke, stepping out of the way so you and matt could enter the house.

she led you both to the living room, the only sounds in the room were your footsteps and the ticking clock echoing.

you and matt sat next to each other while gianna sat on the couch across from you two. you took out your phone, scrolling and clicking on voice memos.

“is it okay if i record?” you asked her, she nodded.

you clicked record, setting your phone down in the middle of the coffee table in front of you.

“september 21st, 5:04 PM. interview with gianna jones, sister of emily jones.” you stated into the microphone.

matt cleared his throat. “so, were you at the house party in 2015? the one were emily and justin died at?” matt asked gianna, she nodded.

“i was. it was one of our friends’s party’s.” she answered, matt nodded.

“do you know where you were at about 10:30 PM that night?” you asked next, gianna’s eyebrows furrowed, leaning back in her seat.

“ahhh—i don’t know if i can remember, that was years ago.” gianna hummed as she began to think. “i believe i had already left.” she spoke.

“you went home after?” you asked, interrupting matt as he was about to speak. gianna nodded.

“are you sure?” you insisted, narrowing your eyes at her as she looked hesitant.

“wait…do you seriously think i killed emily?” gianna scoffed, giving you a dirty look.

“y/n—“ matt put a hand on your shoulder, but you brushed him off.

“no no no, where were you really?” you pushed the question further, gianna was absolutely fuming.

“what the fuck is wrong with you!? i told you i went home!” gianna raised her voice at you, standing up. you got up also.

“gianna, i don’t want to argue with you i—“

“no! get the fuck out my house! stop questioning me!” gianna screamed at you, pointing at the door. you sighed in annoyance.

“gianna come on! you must know something!” you tried walking closer to her so you could talk with her, but gianna took a step back. matt grabbed your phone, stopping the recording and grabbing your arm.

“y/n, it’s time to go.” he said in a quiet tone, trying to pull you away. you resisted his grip but nothing worked, he pulled you out of the house and in front of the car.

“let me go.” you yanked your arm away from matt, your voice wobbling emotionally as you spoke. matt’s gaze softened, which was a rare occurrence for someone as cold-hearted as him.

“how could she be like that!? she was clearly hiding something!” you expressed your rage, pacing back and forth.

“i mean, there was no way she just…went home!” you raised your voice slightly, tears of frustration slipping down your cheeks. you thought you could do this, it was going to be way harder than you thought. maybe everyone was right, maybe you were just crazy.

matt stopped your pacing, catching you by placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer to him, which caught you by surprise.

“y/n, stop for a minute. calm down, just breathe.” he instructed, your angry rambling immediately came to a halt as you looked up at him.

“i agree, she could’ve reacted better. but you didn’t have to overwhelm her with so many questions. remember, her sister died. this could be hard for her to talk about. you need to slow it down, we have plenty of time to solve this case. okay?” matt reassured you. why was he being so…nice?

“okay.” you replied, taking a deep breath. matt let go of you.

“let’s go back to headquarters and review what we’ve got, then we’ll call it a day.” matt told you as he got into the drivers seat, starting the car and waiting for you to get in.

maybe you weren’t so crazy after all, maybe…there was something you just didn’t quite catch.

and you were in it for the long run, little did you know that you’d go through a wild ride of twists and turns.

© delilahsturniolo

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[sturnina]

Watching my favourite non-smut blogs turn into pure smut blogs like

(I read smut. But it has no emotion. Some people have sm potential and I feel like they waste it to write something just because it does better…)

[gilbertscurls]

glimpse of us ➵ matt sturniolo

summary: caught between hesitation and hope, you listen as matt paints a vivid picture of the love you could share—if only you were ready to take the leap.

He could see the war going on inside you, your conflicted emotions written all over your face. He knew you liked him, maybe even loved him, but that you were too scared to take that final step, to make your relationship official.

He hated seeing you so unsure, and he wished he could just reach inside you and pull out all your doubts and insecurities, to make you see how perfect you could be together.

“Y'know,” he said, his voice easy and relaxed, “if we were dating, I'd probably cook you breakfast every morning. Pancakes, eggs, whatever you wanted. And I'd make sure your coffee was always how you liked it, all frothy and warm.”

He chuckled and shrugged, like he was just casually bringing up a random topic. “And I'd probably leave dumb little notes all over the place for you to find, just… reminding you how much I care about you.”

“I'd also get you flowers. Not just on special occasions, but just… out of the blue, to tell you I was thinking about you. I'd probably buy you teddy bears too, or cute little stuffed animals that I'd leave on the bed so you can hug them when I'm not around.”

He spoke softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your hip bone. “And I'd definitely text you dumb memes and funny videos that I know would make you laugh. But only after I'd call you in the morning to wish you a good day.”

“And I'd take you on dates, like real dates. Not just to your favorite coffee shop, but to nice restaurants and… oh, I'd take you to the theater. I know how much you love musicals, and I'd even sit through the entire thing without complaining, even if I'm bored out of my mind.”

He chuckled and shook his head, like he was imagining the scenario. “And I'd hold your hand the whole time, and buy you expensive popcorn, and probably make out with you during the boring parts.”

“And I'd make sure you were taken care of,” he said, his voice growing serious. “I'd make sure you had everything you needed, and everything you wanted. And if you ever had a bad day, or something was bothering you, I'd listen. I'd hold you, and I'd tell you it was alright, because that's what boyfriends are supposed to do.”

He looked away for a moment, as if lost in thought, before turning back to you. “But I suppose that's all irrelevant because, well... we're not dating.”

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[sturniozo]

how are mafia!matt and y/n from savage love doing? doing good? i miss them so bad😔

I miss them too 💖 they’re doing great, except for Matt getting shot recently and refusing to go to the hospital and Y/n having to take care of the bullet wound herself 😁

[issysh3ll]

Daily Drabble | 29

Matt Sturniolo

A loud click echoes around the bathroom from the sink. Matt's body is hunched over the counter, his hands hovering above the empty sink with a small silver tool gripped between his fingers.

"Matt? What are you doing? Come to bed..." you whine from your comfy spot curled up under the covers of your shared bed.

"Just a sec... 'm trimming my nails." He calls back followed by another sharp click.

"Now? Why?"

"Don't want to scratch your walls when I..." he trails off, discouraged by the sound of your stifled giggles. Standing up from the sink and peering at you over his shoulder, he raises an eyebrow. "Don't laugh. It’s precious cargo, I have to be gentle."

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[girlactress]

through the lens

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

a/n: based on this post from matts instagram!

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you stood a few steps back, camera in hand, framing matt against the late afternoon sun. the golden light softened the edges of everything it touched—his denim jacket, the rolled-up sleeves revealing his forearms, and the faint curve of his jaw as he glanced down at his boots. he shifted, clearly unsure of what to do with his hands, and the small, endearing motion made you grin.

“relax,” you called, adjusting the camera slightly. “you look great. just be yourself.”

matt glanced up at you, his lips twitching into something between a smile and a grimace. “this is me relaxed,” he muttered, his voice low and sheepish.

his laugh was soft, but the sound carried, warm and familiar. he tried to hide it by looking away, the tips of his ears flushing a light pink. you couldn’t resist teasing him. “if that’s you relaxed, you’re one step away from becoming a statue.”

“come on,” you coaxed, tilting your head as you adjusted the focus. “give me something real. i don’t know… maybe that look you give when you’re pretending not to be embarrassed.”

his head shot up, his eyes narrowing at you in mock offense. “i don’t have a look,” he said, his tone defensive but playful.

“oh, you definitely have a look,” you shot back, your finger poised over the shutter. “you’re doing it right now, by the way.”

he sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “you’re the worst.”

“and yet, here you are,” you replied without missing a beat, snapping a shot just as he shook his head, a small, exasperated smile breaking through.

matt groaned softly, rubbing the back of his neck as his blush deepened. “you’re lucky i agreed to this,” he said, glancing at you from under his lashes.

“lucky? please,” you teased, lowering the camera for a moment. “you’ll thank me when this post gets a million likes. everyone’s gonna lose their minds over you.”

he rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirked up again, betraying him. “yeah, sure. it’s definitely not your photography skills they’ll be complimenting.”

“oh, absolutely not,” you said, smirking. “it’ll all be about how good you look. and, matt,”—you paused dramatically, clicking the shutter again—“you look really, really good.”

his blush deepened so fast you almost felt bad. almost. he ducked his head, a shy laugh escaping him as he mumbled, “stop. seriously.”

“why? you’re cute when you’re flustered,” you replied, stepping closer now.

his hands found the edge of his jacket, his fingers fiddling with the fabric. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“and yet, here you are,” you echoed, lifting the camera for one last shot. this time, he looked directly at you, his smile soft but genuine, the kind of smile that always made your chest feel just a little too tight.

“perfect,” you murmured as you lowered the camera, unable to keep from smiling back.

“yeah?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost hopeful.

“yeah,” you said, meeting his gaze. “but i think it’s less about the photo and more about you.”

he groaned again, covering his face with one hand, but you could see the smile beneath it, the way his shoulders shook with a quiet laugh.

“you’re impossible,” he said again, but there was no mistaking the affection in his tone.