#Matt sturniolo oneshot

[sweetshuga]

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 ✰ 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕! Warming his dick in you after experimenting with snow. "Fu—ck, y’feel so good, so fuckin’ warm."

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𝒘𝒄. 𝟫𝟧𝟩

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! A little bonus since I accidentally posted Smutmas before I was supposed to<3 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

Matt woke up earlier than usual, groaning softly as he stretched his limbs before carefully disentangling himself from your sleeping form. He stood up and immediately walked to the window above his bed. Lifting the curtains up slightly to see the weather and his eyes lit up, it was snowing. His mind pinged with an idea—his painfully stiff morning wood dragging his mind into the gutter.

He grumbled a complaint under his breath about his dick being too insatiable before slipping on an oversized white jumper that hid his arousal. Ready to go out and get some snow from outside to do his little experiment he just thought of.

The moment he stepped outside a shiver ran down his spine from the cool breeze, "fuck, why’s it so fucking cold outside?" He mumbled as he briskly walked towards his car where there was a thin sheet of snow covering the roof. He carefully extracted a small amount of snow into a plastic bag before walking back inside, letting out a shuddering breath.

"Hm? You’re up early, and is that snow?" Nick laughed in amusement as he walked towards Matt, "I can’t believe you went out at 5 am just to get snow in a plastic bag, what’re you even gonna do with that? Don’t tell me you’re gonna rub—" Matt punched Nick’s arm, making him let out a loud noise.

"Ow motherfucker! What was that for?" "Why are you awake?" Nick raised his eyebrows, "why am I awake? Well, someone has to edit the fucking videos, and I didn’t wake up, I just didn’t sleep." Matt shook his head slightly, a laugh escaping him despite himself, making Nick’s annoyed expression falter and morph into a grin.

𓆩♡𓆪

Matt finally managed to get back to his room, exhaling softly as he closed the door behind himself. He walked away from the door and towards the bed, checking if you were still sleeping before he walked to his gaming chair. Plopping down on it, he looked at the bag of snow that still somehow hadn’t melted yet—much to his excitement. He quickly pulled down his pants, letting out a low groan as he palmed his painfully hard erection.

He tugged his jumper over his head and shrugged it off, leaving him in a black tank top, and his pj flannel pants down mid-thigh. His red briefs had a blotch of precum soaking the front, and he was quick to pull his briefs down slightly, letting his hefty length spring free. "Fuck," he rasped as he swiped his thumb over his tip, collecting the steadily leaking precum before spreading some of it around his shaft.

Matt couldn’t resist giving himself a few pumps, letting out a series of muffled moans as he did so. He reluctantly let go of himself – his length twitching from the loss of friction – and took the bag of snow. He knew it was nearly impossible to put the snow flake by flake on his tip, but he wanted to try anyway—his curiosity clouding his common sense.

𓆩♡𓆪

"Fuck this," he groaned aloud, tossing the bag of slushy of snow onto his desk. His tip was cold, slightly red and swollen from not getting relief, and he could feel himself shuddering. Suddenly, he felt a gentle hand carding through his hair. "What’re you doing baby..." Your voice trailed off when you looked down at his lap – his cock standing at attention – before taking your gaze back to his face which now had a pink-ish hue to it. All sleep, that lingered, vanished into thin air, an undeniable heat pooling in your panties from the erotic scene.

"Matt, what—" he cut you off with a quick mumble that sounded something like "It’s fine, i’ll deal with it myself". You chuckled softly, "you sure?" He gulped audibly, his resolve crumbling bit by bit. "I mean... I don’t wanna burden you, you don’t have to—" he paused and sighed—knowing his hands couldn’t compare to your warm pussy. "I take it back, please, sweetheart?" You smiled and pulled him up and towards the bed.

He stumbled slightly due to his pants and briefs around his thighs, but made it to the bed nonetheless and plopped on it, his erection bobbing obscenely. You chuckled before tapping his thighs, "c’mon, up." He immediately lifted himself up just enough for you to pull his pants and briefs further down, letting it pool at his ankles and shimmied out of your own underwear before straddling his lap.

He hissed in a breath when he felt your warmth on his much cooler skin. "Fuck, baby, hold on—" he let out a shaky moan when you teased his tip against your already slippery slit. He felt his need increase tenfold, the sensation of your warm and wet pussy against his poor sensitive tip proving to be too much for him, and in an instant you were laying under him with wide eyes from the sudden change in positions.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, gripping your hips tightly before suddenly plunging deep inside without any warning. The coolness of the head of his cock against your much warmer insides sent tingles down your spine. "Oh fuck, Matt," you moaned, your head thrown back against the pillow and eyes shut tightly to prevent it from rolling back. Your hands flew out to clutch onto his forearms when he started to move.

"Fu—ck, y’feel so good, so fuckin’ warm." He groaned, his hand coming up to cover your mouth, "shh—sweets, we’re not alone—mffh, you know." He didn’t wait for a reply and instead started to increase his pace. Making sure to hit all the right spots. He knew everything about you—and your pretty little cunt, after all.

𓆩♡𓆪

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[estellesdoll]

𖥨 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ▸ ִֶָ. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : overwhelmed with guilt over a small accident, y/n learns Matt’s love is stronger than her insecurities.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : bf!matt x fem!reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : mentions of periods, brief self-doubt and insecurity, fluff, angst

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🧑‍🎄🎄🎁 : Christmas Masterlist

The faint rustling of leaves outside Matt’s bedroom window was the only sound as you curled up under his blankets, your body sinking into the plush comfort of his bed. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. When Matt left to run errands, you’d only planned to rest for a moment. But the soothing weight of his blankets, the warmth of his scent lingering in the room, and the exhaustion from a long week had coaxed you into slumber.

Your stomach had been aching all morning, the familiar dull cramp signaling what you already suspected. You were used to these quiet discomforts, brushing them off as a part of life. But today, it felt heavier somehow, the ache mingling with an overwhelming tiredness you couldn’t shake.

The week had been long, a swirl of stress that felt endless. But in Matt’s room, surrounded by the little pieces of him—the books on his shelves, the hoodie draped over his chair, the faint cologne in the air—you felt a sense of peace you couldn’t find anywhere else. Here, the world outside could wait.

When you woke, the room was bathed in soft golden light from the late afternoon sun. You stretched slowly, your body stiff from sleep, and rubbed the sleepiness from your eyes. But as you moved to sit up, an unfamiliar dampness beneath you made you freeze.

Your heart dropped. Pulling back the covers, you saw it—the unmistakable stain against the white sheets, stark and unforgiving. A flush of heat rushed to your face as panic gripped you.

Oh no. No, no, no.

You stared at the spot, your mind racing. Matt’s sheets were pristine, like everything else in his room—clean, organized, intentional. And now I’ve ruined them. Shame swelled in your chest, hot and suffocating.

Your hands moved on autopilot, trembling as you stripped the bed and bundled the sheets in your arms. Rationally, you knew Matt wouldn’t care. He wasn’t the kind of person to get upset over something like this. But the embarrassment gnawed at you anyway, making your chest tight and your eyes sting.

In the laundry room, you frantically tried to figure out the washing machine, fumbling with the buttons through a haze of tears. The beep of the machine felt deafening, like it was announcing your mistake to the world. You didn’t want him to see. You didn’t want him to know.

Your mind spiraled as you worked, each thought worse than the last. What if he thought it was gross? What if he thought you were careless? What if this small accident ruined the safe, perfect bubble you’d built with him?

You were so consumed by your panic that you didn’t hear the front door open or the quiet sound of Matt setting his keys on the counter. His footsteps were soft, almost hesitant, as he walked through the house, calling your name.

“Babe? You here?”

His voice, warm and calm as always, carried down the hall. You froze, standing in front of the washing machine with trembling hands. You couldn’t face him like this. Maybe if you stayed quiet, he wouldn’t come in—he wouldn’t see. But as the washing machine beeped under your frantic attempts to figure it out, his footsteps grew closer.

When he appeared in the doorway, his brows furrowed slightly in concern. “Hey,” he said softly, his tone careful, as if he could sense the storm of emotions inside you. “What’s going on?”

You didn’t turn to face him, your shoulders stiff and your chest tight. “Nothing,” you said quickly, your voice small and shaky.

Matt stepped closer, his eyes scanning the room and the sheets clutched in your arms. “Doesn’t sound like nothing,” he said gently. “Why won’t you look at me?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, clutching the bundled sheet tighter against your chest. Your voice wavered as you tried to explain, “I— I got my period... in your bed.” The words came out barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to, but I—I made a mess, and I’m trying to clean it before you—”

Your words caught in your throat, tears welling up as your voice cracked. “I didn’t want you to see it.”

Matt was silent for a moment, and you braced yourself, the shame threatening to swallow you whole. But then you felt him move closer.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice so soft, so tender, it made your heart ache.

Before you could protest, he was gently reaching for the sheet in your hands, setting it aside as if it didn’t matter at all. Then he cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours.

“Because—because I ruined your sheets, and I didn’t want you to think...” You trailed off, your voice trembling.

“Think what?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

“That it’s gross or... or that I’m gross.” The words came out in a rush, followed by a choked sob that you couldn’t hold back.

Matt’s expression softened instantly, his hands steady on your cheeks as he shook his head. “Oh, baby. No.” His voice was impossibly gentle, full of love. “That’s not what I think at all. Not even a little bit.”

You sniffled, your gaze dropping, but he tilted your chin up so you had to look at him. “Listen to me,” he said softly. “It’s just a period. It’s normal, and it doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that you were here crying, thinking I’d care about some dumb sheets more than I care about you.”

You blinked up at him, your tears slowing as his words settled over you like a warm blanket. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” He almost laughed, but it was soft, the corners of his lips turning up in a small smile. “Of course not. I just hate that you were upset. You could’ve told me, you know. I would’ve helped you.”

Your chest tightened, but this time, it wasn’t from shame—it was from the overwhelming comfort of his kindness. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything,” Matt said, pulling you into his arms. He held you close, one hand stroking your hair as the other rubbed soothing circles on your back. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

You let yourself melt into him, his warmth easing the tension in your body. He held you like that for a while, not rushing you, just quietly reminding you with every touch and every gentle word that you didn’t have to carry this alone.

Finally, when you pulled back, he kissed your forehead and smiled softly. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s throw the sheets in the wash together, and then I’m tucking you back into bed. You need to rest.”

You hesitated. “But your bed—”

“I don’t care about the bed,” he said, shaking his head. “I care about you. You’re what matters, okay?”

Your eyes stung again, but this time it wasn’t from shame—it was from the overwhelming feeling of being loved so unconditionally.

Matt laced his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he led you back to the washing machine. He made a joke about the machine being unnecessarily complicated, and you found yourself laughing softly, your nerves easing with every step.

When the sheets were finally in the wash, he pulled you back to his room. True to his word, he tucked you under the blankets with the care of someone tending to something precious.

“Stay here,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against your temple. “I’ll be right back.”

When he returned, he was carrying a hot water bottle and your favorite snack, the small gestures making your heart ache with gratitude. “I figured this might help,” he said, his voice casual but his eyes warm.

After a moment, Matt sat up, glancing at you with that soft, thoughtful expression you’d grown to adore. “I know you’re tired,” he said, his voice gentle, “but how about a shower? It might help you feel a little better.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you hesitated.

“Hey,” he interrupted, his hand brushing over yours. “This isn’t about anything other than you taking care of yourself. I’ll get everything ready for you, okay? You don’t have to do a thing.”

You nodded hesitantly, watching as he disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water running filled the quiet space, and after a few moments, he came back, his smile soft but encouraging.

“It’s all set,” he said, helping you sit up slowly. “I put one of my clean shirts and some sweats on the counter for you, and there’s a fresh towel. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

You blinked at him, the lump in your throat returning—not from embarrassment this time, but from the overwhelming care he showed. “Thank you, Matt,” you murmured.

“Always,” he said simply, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead.

As you stepped into the warm shower, the steam and water washing away the remnants of your stress, you couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky you were to have someone like him. Someone who didn’t just say they cared but showed it in a million quiet, thoughtful ways.

When you emerged, feeling refreshed and wrapped in his soft clothes, Matt was waiting for you on the bed, his arms open and his expression warm. You climbed in beside him, letting him pull you close.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his lips pressing against the top of your head.

“Better,” you whispered, nuzzling into his chest.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice a comforting hum. “Because you’re stuck with me, you know. Messy sheets, cramps, and all. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with his arms wrapped securely around you, you believed him.

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[kaybug88]

Matt Sturniolo x Wife! Reader

December 1st:  “You ate Santa's cookies, the kids are going to be so upset.”

TW: Matt being a big back, swearing  Wc: 3.2k

Requested: Nope!

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The Night had been so fun, but so unbelievably messy. Flour is now everywhere in the kitchen, frosting managed to get on the plastic covered counters, food coloring scattered around and. . . the rolling pin is nowhere to be found. Lovely.

Besides all of the mess, the cookies were Incredibly fun to make. It's nearly Christmas, and using an old recipe in your family, you just finished making too many Christmas cookies from scratch with the help of your six-year old daughter Delilah, and loving husband, Matt. She's a perfect representation of Matt, it's almost scary. She's got the same soft brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes.

You look over to your husband, normally neat and fluffy hair now a mess with flour peppered around in his brown hair. His eyes pinched and brows furrowed with concentration, the tip of his tongue poking between his lips as he adds the finishing touches to his Rudolph sugar cookie.

“That's quite the masterpiece you've got there.”

You chuckle as you pick up a piece of garbage here and there, and pick up the cookie cutters, placing them in a big metal bowl in the sink before walking towards the garbage to throw away the scrap pieces of trash. A beat of silence passes while you continue to pick up around the kitchen, and finally, your husband finishes his cookie In the process.

“Done! I'm finally done.”

He exclaims, jumping up in excitement. His eyes gleaming with pride as he places his special cookie on its own little Christmas themed paper plate. 

"Holy shit dude, calm your tits, it's just a cookie."

Chris says from the couch, looking over at Matt with an annoyed eye roll.

"Shut up, you're just mad you can't make a cookie as good as this."

Matt challenges, sticking his tongue out at his brother, not hearing the grumbles coming from Chris. You hold in a snort at the banter between the brothers and look at the cookie.

“Wow, that's actually really good.”

You compliment with a chuckle, picking the little plate up and admiring the cookie. He had clearly spent a lot of time on his so called 'masterpiece', and it truly does look very nice. Glancing at your phone, you let out a little yawn, the clock displaying ‘10:28 PM’. 

“It's getting late, wanna help me pick up?”

You ask, throwing away the last of the garbage while walking towards the sink to start washing the cookie cutters.

“Of course, Love.”

Matt says with a smile as he gets up from his seat. Walking towards the sink where you stand in the middle of washing dishes, he wraps his arms around your center from behind you, resting his head on your shoulder, the proceeding to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble stealing giggles out of you.

“What?”

He asks, pressing a kiss to your chin and swaying you two back and forth, preventing you from doing dishes.

“Your stubble tickles.”

You admit before laughter breaks free from your lips when he proceeds to nuzzle his face into your neck, just to hear that laughter. You can't stop the sweet laughter from leaving you until he stops. 

“Alright, alright, let's get these dishes done.”

He chuckles as he pulls away from you, leaving the places he held cold without his presence. He settles next to you, slightly pushing you to the right with his hip. You both let out a light laugh at the action before falling into a comfortable silence with running sink water and cleaning cookie cutters the only things that fill the empty air.

“She fell asleep really easily. You sure she's a lot at bed time?”

Nick questions with clear suspicion, walking downstairs from Delilah's room. For some odd reason, she always was super easy and gentle for uncle Nick, and 'always' is no exaggeration. She might fight when it comes to bed time with you or Matt, but god forbid she fight uncle Nick. Doesn't want to put her dishes in the sink when mom or dad asks, but instantly does it when Nick tells her to. Seriously, he's gotta' be some kind of kid-whisperer.

“Yeah, the first and last time I put her to bed, she was not having it.”

Chris scoffed from the couch, clearly frustrated that Nick was the favored uncle. A smug grin immediately took place on Nick's face as he walked towards you two.

“I promise she can be a lot at times.”

Matt sighs as he hands you a bell shaped cookie cutter, you take it from his hand and dry it, and place it in a big Tupperware you keep your cutters in afterwards. everything fell into a comfortable silence afterwards with Nick sitting beside Chris, and you finishing dishes With Matt.

The only soft sounds that are between you and Matt are the soft breaths leaving each of you, with the occasional yawn, and the final sounds of washing dishes. It was peaceful in all reality, but now, you could use some quiet time to wind down from the eventful evening.

“Tired?”

Matt questions quietly after your sixth yawn since starting dishes. You were simply drying off your hands while you give him a small yawn, clarifying your need to sleep.

“How about you go take a nice, long bath with hot cocoa while I chill with Nick and Chris?”

Matt suggests after drying his own hands and placing them on your waist. His lips are turned into a soft smile with his blue eyes shining with affection.

“That sounds lovely, thank you.”

You say, leaning your head up to press your lips to his own. You feel him smile against the kiss when you wrap your arms around your neck.

“Would you two get a room?”

Chris groans From the couch after looking over to you guys. Matt pulls away with a groan as he goes to prepare your hot cocoa, leaving you a blushing mess. You shake your head and let out a light chuckle to yourself as you go sit down at your counter, a smitten look on your face as you watch your husband prepare your sweet drink and separate a few of only the best looking cookies (besides his Rudolph, of course.) for you.

You get so lost in watching your husband do his work to the point where you don't even realize he's done with your sweet treats.

“Go enjoy a hot bath.”

He insists, handing you a small plate with three cookies and an insulated cup with ‘1# Hot Mama’ on it. The mother's day memory of when you got the goofy mug makes you smile to yourself. He presses A long kiss to your forehead before ushering you up the stairs.

You walk up the stairs without complaining, and immediately head for the bathroom in your guys’ shared room for some ‘you’ time. You nudge open the white bedroom door and make your way towards the bathroom. Setting your sweet treats down, you turn to open the closet and select a peppermint scented bath bomb, perfect for the mood you want. 

You set the bathbomb down on the cool counter and begin to run your bath, the water slowly getting warmer as it runs over your fingers. Once the temperature is to your liking, you stand up and dry your hand; the idea of lighting candles to set a nice, comfy mood comes to mind. 

Humming a holiday tune, you look over the selection of candles you've received over the years; mostly consisting of Bath and Bodyworks products. Picking up four winter candles, you choose Sweater Weather which is Sage and juniper Berry, Fresh Balsam, which smells of balsam and fir, Vanilla Bean Noel, which smells of exactly as you think would; vanilla, and finally, Tis’ the Season, which is cedar wood, red apple and cinnamon.

When You can't find a lighter, you let out a soft, annoyed groan. You check the Water height in the bath you make the choice to quickly run downstairs to find the lighter.

“Hey baby!”

You call to Matt, hearing him greet you while making your way to the kitchen. Once you get into the kitchen, immediately heading towards the junk drawer, and open it to find your trusty, little blue lighter. Letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, you turn to jog back up to your bathroom, but notice quite a bit of the Christmas cookies missing.

“Hey, make sure you save cookies for tomorrow night! We need cookies for Santa.”

You say, giving him a mom look before going back to your bathroom, happy to find the water at the perfect height. Placing the lighter on the counter, you turn off the water and begin to light candles, giving a pleasant atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath, which is followed by a sigh, you shut off the big lights above your mirror, leaving a soft warm atmosphere for you to enjoy. You smile softly to yourself as your eyes flutter shut, absorbing the calm atmosphere for just a bit before taking wooden bath tray and placing it on the cool material of your tub.

Next, you take your phone, Hot Mama cup, cookies and bathroom, placing them on the tray. Afterwards, you carefully undress, your clothes pooling beneath you. Letting out a soft breath, you step into the perfectly warm water; sinking below the small ripples caused from your movement, leaving just your head and arms above the tub.

Resting your head back, you pick up the bathbomb and unwrap the dusty rose pink ball. You carefully place it in the water, your ears picking up the slight fizzing noises. The need for music come up once the frizzing dies down, so as one does, you play your chill Lofi playlist. The soft beats fill the homey ambience, your body instantly relaxing.

Your bath was spent soaking in the pink hued water, with winter smelling air, enjoying your sweet treats and calming music playing; accompanied with a bit of scrolling on your phone. Your cue to get out of the bath is when you hear Matt saying his goodbyes to Chris and Nick. 

Sighing, you move the wooden tray a bit and carefully step out of the now luke-warm water. The water from your body drips onto the bath mat below you while you stretch your back with a groan. You reach to your right, your large Grey towel on one of the three hooks on the wall. Once dry, you put the towel back on the hook and put your fluffy white robe on, snuggling into the comforting fabric. You blow the candles out after turning the lights on and step out of the bathroom and onto the soft carpet of your bedroom.

You quickly turn back around to grab your phone before going through Matt's hoodies and choosing on what one to steal tonight. You end up deciding on a plain black hoodie and a pair of your sweatpants, throwing them on the bed as scroll some more on your phone.

Eventually when you've had enough scrolling, you get into your pajamas, hanging your robe back in its respectful place soon after. Stepping into the hall that leads downstairs, you're welcomed to the sight of your husband sitting on the couch, munching on more cookies. Hearing your footsteps, he looks up to you, giving you an idiotic grin. Placing his phone down, he practically skips up the stairs, just to see you, his beautiful wife. 

“Those cookies are really good, what'd you do different this year, hmm?”

He asks, placing his arms around your waist and rocking you two side to side.

“I don't think I'll tell.”

You giggle, placing your own arms around his neck. You notice a small bit of blue frosting on his nose, and giggle a little more at the sight.

“I can tell you really like those cookies, because you've got a lil’ somethin’ right here.”

You say pointing towards the tip of his nose, where he takes his thumb and wipes the frosting off, sticking his thumb between his Lips right after.

“Gross!”

You laugh as you try and push him away as he pleads in a joking manner for you to stay. 

“How many of those cookies have you eaten?”

You question after you both get your giggles out.

“Uhm, not many, I'm sure.”

He says, shrugging his shoulders. His eyes tell you that he's clearly not telling the full truth, getting an unconvincing hum from you.

“You better have left some for Santa.”

You say, playfully flicking his forehead as you walk back downstairs with Matt, and are shocked to see only about ten cookies left.

“Matt!”

You exclaim as you go to count the remaining cookies, including his Rudolph cookie, still isolated from the rest.

“What?”

He drags out and comes to stand next to you, seeing what you must be so upset about.

“Yikes, sorry.”

He apologizes, scratching the back of his neck and turning his blue eyes from the cookies to you.

“No more cookies, the rest are for Santa and Delilah.”

You scold, lightly flicking his forehead, getting a flick in return. You scoff at his actions and walk back upstairs to pick up the bathroom. Once you've arrived, you get to work. Putting lids back on candles and putting them away, taking your Hot Mama cup and empty plate of cookies downstairs, and finally putting the bath tray back in its rightful spot. Now that everything was in their correct spots and in order, you realized how truly tired you were.

“Tired, Princess?”

Matt asks from behind you, resting his head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle.

“Yeah, I am.”

You yawned, feeling his chin rest against your shoulder. You close your eyes and lean back into his hold, content radiating off you.

“You go to bed, and I'll join you in a sec, does that sound alright?”

Matt asks, pressing a soft, gentle kiss against your neck, a smile taking over your lips.

“Okay, I love you.”

You mumble to Matt, eyes carefully closed with lashes resting perfectly in place.

“Alright, go to sleep. I love you too.”

He says softly, pressing a few more kisses to your face before letting go of you and off to do his own thing while you get in bed.

Eventually, you get yourself into bed, phone plugged in next to you with your teeth brushed and skin care routine finished. You let your eyes close with exhaustion taking over. 

The next morning, you wake Up to Matt big spooning you. A smile creeps up on your lips when you notice how comfy he was cuddled up next to you. The morning sunlight shines through the gap in your 

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curtains, making you squint your eyes. You carefully move Matt's arms from around you as you get out of bed; wincing slightly when the bed creaks.

Once you're sure Matt hasn't woken up, you tiptoe out the room, wincing when you feel like you were too loud. Upon reaching your guys’ door, you cautiously retreat from your room, quietly and quickly closing the door behind you. 

Letting out a breath that you didn't know you were holding, you begin walking down the wooden staircase, and towards the kitchen. You're greeted with a cleaner kitchen than you left it last night. How sweet of Matt. The cookies are nowhere to be found, but a white bowl with a pink lid is set aside; figuring the cookies are in there (and Matt left them alone after you said to), you ignore it.

You open the fridge and scan for worthy breakfast ingredients. Sure, you have two dozen eggs, and some vegetables, but what can you make with that?

Omelettes of course. Duh.

So, you get to work. You grab with a fork, spinach, mushrooms, red and orange bell peppers, red and white onions, seasonings, bacon, minced garlic, cheese, hashbrowns and finally, the eggs. You take a look at your ingredients and let out a huff, this would be a lot of work, but, you're a hard worker. First step is to grab the rest of the necessary dishes, including a cutting board, a knie, a pan, medium sized bowls, a spatula and a knife.

You start going at it. You chop the veggies first and start lightly cooking them over a low heat, and while that's going, you chop bacon. You're doing this for a while, going back and forth between the veggies and meat, all while preparing your eggs, mixing in seasonings and whisking. Then when the meat and veggies are done, they're mixed in with eggs. By the time you're almost done, your little girl comes down the stairs, her hair in every direction and little fists curled up as she rubs her eyes. 

“Good Morning, Sweet Pea.”

You call to your daughter as you begin to cook the final omelette. Flip the eggs and walk over to your daughter, who's walking into the kitchen to see what'd for breakfast.

“Mornin’ momma. What's for breakfast?’

She asks after struggling a little to get into the barstool, and finally succeeding. 

“Omelettes, speaking of which, go wake your Dad for me, yeah? Thanks, Sweet Pea!”

You say, pressing a kiss to her right cheek before beginning to put away what you can. 

“Okay, Momma!”

Delilah chirps, skipping up towards your guys' bedroom. Chuckling to yourself, you roll Your eyes as you finish putting away extra veggies and throwing away trash. You glance over to the omlette and take it off, placing it with the others under the tin-foil. As you begin doing the dishes, Delilah comes skipping back downstairs.

“He said he'll be down in a bit.”

She answers, swinging her little legs back and forth.

“Perfect, Sweet Pea! Thank you.”

You say, pressing a kiss to her head of brown Hair, smiling when she lets out little giggles. You look up to the staircase seeing Matt walking down, fingers running through his own hair.

“Made you breakfast, Love.”

You say pleasantly, passing a plate with an omelette towards Matt once he gets downstairs, a ketchup heart next to the eggs. You hand Delilah her own while Matt comes his way around the counter, pressing a kiss to your head and hugging you.

“Thank you, baby.”

He says before going to his seat, smiling at the ketchup heart. Once you start eating your own omelette, you have to hold back a groan from the explosion of all your favorite flavors seemingly exploding on your tongue.

“This is real’ good, Momma, thank you!”

Delilah chirps from her seat as she finishes her little omelette. Matt smiles as she rushes to rinse her blue plastic plate off before coming to her seat.

“Momma, what if Santa gets lost coming to the house tonight?”

Delilah says, clearly very concerned about Santa's sense of navigation. Matt hides a chuckle while you bite the inside of your cheek to hold your own chuckle.

“I promise he won't get lost, he's been doing his job for a very long time and he takes it very seriously.”

You reassure after keeping yourself in check.

“But Momma! What if he doesn't like his cookies we made for him? I made the Santa hat just for him!”

You smile at her efforts to make sure Santa would be comfortable and safe getting to your house. After reassuring her once more, she's finally content to hop off her seat and rush off to play. Since she mentioned the cookies, you decide to check just how many are le-

“Matt Sturniolo.”

You say after lifting the pink lid to the large bowl. What you're greeted with is half of a Santa hat. Lovely. 

“I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to how many I-”

He tries before getting interrupted.

“You ate Santa's cookies, Delilah is going to be so upset.”

You say going to put the lid back, and clean up your breakfast plate. Shaking your head slightly and biting back a smile, you can't help but try and come up with reasons Santa’s cookies are missing for Delilah.

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A/N: So! What do we think? I know that the ending is disappointing (at least it is to me🥲) 

Tbh, the end was a little rushed because at the time of writing this I was super sick, overwhelmed w/ stuff, and I had to get through 13 other fics  ;v;

[chrissturnsfav]

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘

you notice a tightness growing in matt's pants in his sleep and his moans getting a little louder, so you decide to wake him up with a surprise.

ᰔᩚ requested from @lolastrniolo: riding sub!bf!matt while he’s still sleeping, untillhe slowly starts waking up. you noticed his boner growing in his sleep and his moans getting a little louder, so you decide to wake him up with a surprise

ᰔᩚ smut, sub!bf!matt, dry humping, slight somnophilia, unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 you tap it), pet names, praise kink, finger sucking, orgasm denial, creampie

ᰔᩚ w.c. 1,753

matt's been tired all day. the two of you have been out of the house since 10 a.m., just busy running errands, buying shit for this friday's youtube video, etc. it's around 2 p.m. now.

you’re curled up next to matt in his unmade bed, the soft quiet of the room wrapping around you as the afternoon light filters through the blinds. the world outside feels far away, and in this moment, it’s just the two of you, lying comfortably in the cool sheets. you’ve always liked how his presence feels, solid and reassuring beside you.

his breathing is slow and steady at first, his chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of sleep.

you shift slightly, adjusting your position so you're lying on your side, facing him. his body is warm next to yours, and the weight of his arm resting over your side is comforting. for a few minutes, everything feels calm, and you feel yourself start to drift into that peaceful nap state as well.

but then, out of nowhere, you hear a soft, almost imperceptible whine escape from matt’s lips as he rolls onto his back.

at first, you think it’s nothing. maybe he's just having a restless dream, a passing sound in the middle of his sleep.

but then it happens again—a little louder this time, a low, drawn-out moan that makes you pause. you glance over at him, wondering if he’s alright. his brows are furrowed slightly, and his face has a faint expression of arousal, though his eyes remain closed, lost in whatever dream he’s in.

your eyes widen, taken by surprise when your gaze shifts down to the painfully tight bulge beneath matt's sweatpants. your mind swirls with curious thoughts about his apparent wet dream.

as his whimpers grow more apparent, you find yourself growing aroused—a familiar slickness settling in your panties. his face idly twists in and out of pleasure, his breathing steady but heavy.

then, an idea pops in your mind that makes a cheeky smirk creep on your lips.

you find yourself shifting to straddle matt, trying to be careful not to wake him just yet. his face twitches and his hands subconsciously move to rest limply on your hips.

your smirk deepens at his idle action, and his tip poking your heat beneath his sweatpants make you feel a deep sense of want.

for a moment, you just watch matt, letting the quiet lull of the room bring some calm to the situation. you rub small circles on his forearm, the gentle gesture more to soothe him than anything else. his body stiffens, his hips suddenly twitching up against you involuntarily.

your breath shudders, his tip hitting your clit and his reaction seems to be the same as yours, his grip tightens on your hips and you see him stirring slightly.

you smirk down at him, cupping his face and tapping your fingers gently against the slightly clammy skin.

matt stirs awake rather quickly, his breathing unsteady and a small film of sweat glows on his forehead. his eyes meet yours and he looks embarrassed and disoriented.

"w-what...what're you doing?" he mumbles, a light flush taking over his cheeks.

you chuckle lowly down at him, a wicked grin on your face, "aww, were you having a dream about me?" you speak, your tone condescending.

"i...baby, i..." his voice trails off in embarrassment and the flush on his cheeks deepens when you snicker down at him.

"don't worry baby," you say, your tone still a bit mocking as you sit up and begin pulling your sweatpants down, "i'm gonna help you. all you have to do is just sit there and be good, can you do that for me?"

matt immediately nods, his cheeks still pink as he watches you toss your sweatpants to the floor, your hands then working to remove his.

now in your panties and him in his boxers, you press your hands down against his chest. he looks up at you with a needy expression and you smirk down at him. "baby, i...i need you," he mumbles, his tip leaking with precum beneath his boxers. it's almost painful how hard he is.

you hum in amusement while beginning to lower your hips down and pressing your wet, clothed heat against his erect dick that lays against his abdomen, his tip poking out of his boxers. he whines in response, his fingers digging into your hips. "not yet," you say wickedly, "you said you were gonna be good, yeah?"

matt nods, nervously tracing circles on your hips through your panties and you hum softly with a nod, "good. now, don't ask questions.”

with that, you begin to slowly grind against him. his hips immediately jerk up against you involuntarily, his head falling flat against his pillow as he whimpers.

"gonna make you feel good, okay?" you mumble, your own tone a little breathless, but still firm.

"y-yeah...fuuuck," matt mumbles through a breathy moan, his eyes falling closed as he hisses in pleasure.

you move your hips faster, earning a deeper moan from matt as his fingers dig into your hips, "p-please...baby..." he whines after a moment, his cock painfully hard. he needs you.

you scoff, "shh," you press your hands harder against his chest, "just relax."

"b-baby, i-i....need...n-need to...feel you," matt mumbles through choked moans, panting heavily, "p-please, please...fuck...please—" his voice is cut off with a moaned out chuckle from you, shoving two fingers deep into his mouth which momentarily catches him by surprise.

"what did i say?" you remark, your voice a soft groan. his slick tongue swirls around your fingers, his eyes half lidded up at you glinting with desperate need.

"said to relax baby. i'll give you what you want, just not yet," you grumble, matt letting out a gargled whimper around your fingers as his hips continue to desperately buck up against you.

your clothed, dripping pussy continues to slide against matt's own clothed hardness, and after a few moments he grows achingly close. his hips are involuntarily bucking against you, desperate for more and he's gargling loudly around your fingers, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth.

you hum out a soft moan, smirking down at him. you pull your fingers out of his mouth sitting up above him, "good boy," you say softly as he breathes heavily beneath you.

he watches you tug your panties off followed by his boxers, his expression filled with anticipation and his breaths coming out in desperate pants.

"now, what do you want? tell me," you say, taking his free dick in your hand and pressing it against your wet hole.

matt hisses at your actions, his words coming out jumbled and desperate, "need you, need you so fucking bad, please...please."

you hum in amusement, "there it is."

you immediately slam your hips down onto him, a deep moan leaving your parted lips. matt lets out a loud mewl in response, his head throwing back against his pillow, "o-oh fuuuck."

you begin riding him at an ungodly pace, your nails digging into his hoodie that sticks to his chest. his baby hairs stick to his forehead, his expression contorting in ecstasy as he pants and whines beneath you.

small moans leave your lips, getting even more turned on by his submissiveness and his fucked out face, "yeah, being so good for me, baby," you breathe out in a high pitched tone, matt only being able to let out a heavy moan in response.

"tell me how good it feels, how good i make you feel," you moan softly, cupping his face and forcing him to look at you.

"s-sh...shit...s-so...so good...baby..." matt babbles, his words almost incoherent by his heavy whines and moans.

you grin down at him, a small moan leaving your lips at his praise, "yeah? no one else makes you feel like this, right?" you mumble.

"n-no...no...n-no one else, just—fuck—just you," matt whimpers, his grip on your hips almost painful.

you let out a heavy moan at his confession, nodding down at him, "mhmm, yeah, that's right," you moan softly, pressing your forehead against his.

his hips begin involuntarily jerking up into you, his whines growing louder and you know he's close, but you want to draw this out just a little longer for your own pleasure.

"b-baby, i-i...i-i...p-please..." he whines out, his expression twisted in pleasure as he stares up at you through blurry vision.

you shake your head when you realize what he needs to do, smirking mockingly down at him, "not yet, baby, wait for me, okay?" you breathe out, his pants hot against your face.

matt whimpers in response, his thighs trembling, "b-baby i-i...i...c-can't..."

"yes you can, baby, be good and listen to me," you moan softly against his face.

matt mewls and whines beneath you, it's taking everything out of him not to finish right here, right now, and you can tell he's hanging on by a thread.

in matt's favor, your orgasm is rapidly approaching. your spongy walls are clenching around him, and your hands move to grip his shoulders tightly as loud moans leave your mouth.

"s-squeezing me...so tight...n-need to cum," he whines, his voice a desperate plea and you can see the neediness in his half lidded eyes.

"f-fuck..." you breathe out against his face, "cum for me…o-oh…c'mon," you moan, a tight knot forming in your belly as your thighs begin to burn.

matt's body stiffens, his dick twitching inside of you and painting your soft walls white immediately. a loud mewl leaves his lips, his expression euphoric as his fingers dig into your hips.

just watching him sends you tumbling over the edge too, a shriek of pleasure falling from your open mouth and your thighs shake on either side of him.

you continue to ride him for a moment, milking him of the mixture with both of your release and riding out your highs in pants and moans.

after you're both satisfied, you slide out of matt, instead sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around him, "did so good," you say breathlessly, your face burying in his neck.

"i love you...so good...always make me feel so fucking good," he mumbles, his arms snaking around your waist as he presses his face against your hair and inhales your scent.

"love you too. so much," you say back softly, pressing a small kiss to his neck before leaning up, "let's take a shower, yeah?"

matt smiles gently up at you, his expression tired and spent, "yeah, c'mon," he nods, tapping your thigh for you to get up.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: feel like matt would be both dominant and submissive but idk why i just see him as a more sub/soft person and its so cute

thank you for reading!! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™

[teapartyprincess4two]

On Stream- M. Sturniolo

pairing: gf!reader x bf!Matt

classification: fluff

warnings: use of y/n, short, slight cursing, some suggestive comments

summary: Matt mentions you on stream, causing the chat to go crazy.

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Nowadays it seems that Matt and Chris have an abnormal amount of free time.

The pair have spent the past few days running errands, catching up on chores, spending quality time together, and unwinding. But two energetic young men can only do so much relaxing before it becomes unbearably boring, especially without you and Nick around.

Nick’s somewhere across the globe, relishing in the perks of having good friends. He’s experiencing the world with a sense of individuality, having been apart from his triplet brothers for over a week.

Without Nick around the house is quiet and boring enough, but Chris and Matt can usually count on you to keep them company. But it seems that they see you less and less every day.

You aren’t somewhere far away, not physically at least, you’re just very, very busy. As you enter the fall semester, you’re juggling a multitude of responsibilities including school, work, your social life, and your relationship. But as you adjust to your crazy hectic schedule, you spend less time at home with Matt and more time nose deep in a book.

So, just as the brothers grow accustomed to the eerie silence that haunts the halls of their home and the boredom that settles into their everyday lives, they decide enough is enough and take up a new hobby. Streaming.

Today, as Matt anchors himself in his rolling chair, his eyes skim through the endless chats that flood his screen. Chris sits next to him, a vibrant and excited smile adorning his features.

This is their third consecutive day going live on Twitch. At first they went live to entertain and chat with their fans, but now they’re doing it to occupy their bored minds.

Chris’s eyes skim the chat, fixating on one message in particular. He subconsciously reads it aloud, “Is Y/n on tour with Nick? We miss her.”

After reading the comment, the chat was flooded with similar messages asking for you. Matt slumps into his chair, the mention of your name reminding him that it’s been a week since he’s seen you.

“Nah, she’s just busy with school right now,” Chris replies mindlessly, skimming for another comment to read.

A lot of the viewers noticed Matt’s mood shift. They noticed the way his eyes drooped and the way the corners of his mouth turned into a frown. They especially noticed the disassociated look he wore, mind traveling to a place only you could bring him out of.

“Matt,” Chris says, waving a hand in front of his brother’s face. No response. “Matt!” He tries again, louder this time. Matt still doesn’t respond, only coming back into reality when Chris violently shakes his shoulders.

“What, dude? What?!” Matt asks, annoyance evident in his tone.

“Your phone’s ringing.” Chris replies with an eye roll and a small scoff.

Suddenly the blaring ring registers in Matt’s mind as he pats his pockets in search of his phone. When he finally finds it, your name illuminated the screen.

“Who’s calling?” Chris asks, stretching out his neck in hopes of catching a nosy glimpse at the caller ID.

“Umm be right back chat. Y/n’s calling,” Matt says, words spewing out a mile a minute. He disappears from the room faster than ever, immediately pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.” Your voice is music to Matt’s ears. It feels like forever since he’s last heard it.

“Hey,” he murmurs, “everything okay?”

You hum in response, followed by a soft yawn.

“You sound tired. When are you coming home?” Matt asks, softly leaning against the wall. You’ve been at school all day stuck in lectures and studying, so Matt knows you need some well deserved rest.

“I’m on my way now. That’s why I called, wanted to see if you guys were hungry so I could pick up something to eat.”

The excitement that courses through Matt’s veins is unreal, winding him up with enough energy to last until tomorrow. He can’t wait to see you, hold you, kiss you, and make up for all the lost time.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he replies, pausing for a second to compose himself, “I just wanna see you.”

A warm smile graces your features and if Matt could see it he’d mirror your expression.

“I’ll be home soon don’t worry. How’s the stream going?”

“Huh?” For a second Matt forgot that he and his brother were live streaming for thousands of people.

“The stream. Aren’t you live with Chris right now?”

“Ohhh. It’s going… it’s going good.” Matt replies with a soft sigh.

Your smile is momentarily replaced with a frown. “It doesn’t sound like it’s going good. What’s wrong?”

Matt’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose before gliding across his eyelids and massaging the tense nerves and muscles on his face. “It’s going fine. I just can’t focus. The chat keeps asking about you and it’s honestly making me really sad.”

A small chuckle escapes your lips. “Aww my poor baby. Can’t focus on Fortnite?”

“Not Fortnite.”

“Oops, sorry. Fall Guys?

“Y/n.” Matt warns, though he finds it slightly funny too.

“I’m joking, I’m joking. I’ll be home soon with some good food and open arms. We can cuddle and watch a movie, or do anything else you wanna do. Okay?”

Matt feels his spirit lighten up again, a cheeky smirk forming on his face. “Anything?”

“Don’t push it,” you laugh.

Just as Matt’s about to respond, he’s cut short by Chris calling his name from inside the room.

“Get back to your stream. I’ll be home soon, handsome.”

Matt’s lips form a silly pout you can’t even see as he replies, “But I wanna keep talking to you. Miss you so much.”

“MATT!” Chris calls again, this time much louder than the last.

“We’ll talk all you want when I get home. Now go! I have the stream pulled up on my computer and I think Chris is gonna start twerking,” you say, trying your best not to laugh.

“Holy fuck this kid,” Matt groans, face palming. “Alright baby, I love you. Drive safe.”

“I love you too,” you say through small giggles before hanging up.

When Matt renters the room, he’s not surprised to find Chris dancing for the camera. He pushes past him and settles back into his rolling chair wearing a huge, toothy smile.

“What did Y/n want?” Chris asks, briefly glancing at Matt as he switches from doing the griddy to shuffling across the room.

“Just asked if we were hungry,” Matt shrugs, attempting to act nonchalant, but there’s no hiding the newfound pep in his step.

“And it took you that long?”

“I was catching up with my girl. —Why the fuck are you still dancing?”

“Someone gifted,” Chris says, slightly breathless as he bops from corner to corner.

“Alright…” Matt shifts towards the computer, “What did I miss?”

He reads comments, expecting most of them to be about Chris and his absurd dancing skills, but he’s surprised to find that they’re all about you.

Some fans ask where you are, others ask what you’re doing, some speculate on the conversation you and Matt had, and others simply comment on how much happier Matt seems since talking to you.

All Matt can do is smile and patiently wait for you to arrive, ready to bombard you with kisses as soon as you step through the door.

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MASTERLIST

a/n: hi babies! Hope you enjoy this short oneshot! I know I haven’t updated or posted much in a longggg time but I honestly had writers block :P I’m trying to get into the habit of writing again, so bear with me pls. I have a lotttt of drafts (some that just need to be edited) so be expecting that soon! Luv you all 😚

- L.A.M.B🪽💝

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── ୨୧ !　THE FARRAR ELEMENTARY SCHOOL IS ALIVE

matt sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: When Sam and Colby bring the Sturniolo Triplets and Y/N, a medium and Matt's girlfriend, to investigate the Farrar Elementary School, they expect only to discover more about its history, but, instead, meet something far darker.

WARNING: Demon apparition, ghost talk, paranormal experiences.

REQUESTED?: No.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: This can be read as a part 2 of my work 'Medium Girl' with Matt Sturniolo.

A/N³: Happy Halloween, guys! 🩷

　　　༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

The lightheartedness grew inside the vast gym when Sam, Colby, Matt, Nick, Chris, and Y/N stepped inside of it. The eerie silence of the halls felt distant now, replaced by the echoing laughter and jokes bouncing off the gym's high walls. It was open, empty, and slightly less oppressive than the narrow corridors they'd been walking through. Their cameras' flashlights created stark beams that cut through the heavy dark, bouncing playfully as they pointed at the distant walls and items scattered across the yellowish floor.

"That is terrifying." Chris joked, pointing to a shadowy open doorway at the far end of the gym. His tone was playful, but the door itself seemed to swallow the light, almost absorbing it into an impenetrable black void.

Colby quickly looked over at Chris with a knowing expression, pointing the camera lans at him.

"That is the Boiler Room." He said in a tone both informative and slightly excited.

"That's not an inviting room at all whatsoever." Chris muttered, laughing, his voice betraying more nervous excitement than genuine fear.

As the group chuckled and commented about it, inching forward, Y/N’s laughter faded as her gaze locked onto the entrance. She felt a wave of something cold and clammy wrap around her, more powerful than the draft in the building.

Being a medium, she was no stranger to spiritual energy, but this... this felt different.

Her chest tightened as chills skittered up her spine, her heart hammering faster the longer she stared into the doorway. The energy was thick, almost tangible, pressing down on her like a weight. It was dark, heavy, and so deeply embedded in the space that she could almost taste it on the air; a mix of anger, pain, and a bitterness that sent icy needles racing through her veins.

Matt, standing near her since the moment they entered the school, quickly noticed her shift in demeanor, his brows knitted in concern.

"Hey, you okay?"

She swallowed hard, tearing her gaze from the doorway to look at him, finding comfort in the middle of ocean blue eyes.

"Yeah... Yeah, there’s just... something wrong in there." She murmured, her voice tight. "It doesn’t feel right."

Colby, overhearing, chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, it’s messed up in there." He admitted, shrugging. "We've been in there once before, but if any of you guys want to go, take the camera and look around."

The words hung heavily in the air, a silent challenge.

Nick and Chris immediately pointed at Matt. They both stepped back, dramatically widening their arms to clear a path to the door, their mischievous smirks only amplifying the tension.

"I mean, we all know who the bravest ones here are." Sam teased from behind them, laughing after receiving an "obviously" look from Nick.

Matt flashed a wide, determined grin, meeting Y/N’s eyes with a spark of excitement. After The Driskell Hotel, he discovered that he loved the thrill of these investigations, and with Y/N there, he almost felt invincible. Y/N’s stomach twisted with a mix of fear and anticipation, but she forced herself to shrug, flashing a nonchalant smile in return.

"Guess we’re doing this." She said, her voice more confident than she felt.

Matt took the camera from Colby, giving a quick smirk to the others.

"I feel like there can’t be anything." He joked, his voice steady, earning whoops and cheers from the guys. Together, he and Y/N led the way, with Chris and Nick following close behind.

As they stepped through the doorway into the Boiler Room, the energy shifted drastically. The air was thick, almost suffocating, clinging to their skin like invisible cobwebs. The once-bright beams of the camera’s flashlight seemed to dim as if the darkness here was absorbing the light itself, drinking it up and leaving nothing but a faint glow around them.

Every step Y/N took felt like wading through tar. Her limbs grew heavy, and with each inhale, it was as though she was breathing in the sorrow, anger, and fear that had seeped into the very concrete walls of the room. Her skin prickled, her head was starting to hurt, and a low hum of energy reverberated through her bones, vibrating up her spine and making her feel unsteady on her feet. Matt was ahead, filming with an almost oblivious bravery, but her steps slowed as they entered deeper into the room.

Pain. A pulse of it shot through her, raw and piercing, making her gasp and clench her hands by her sides as if she could wring it out of her body, her heartbeat echoing on her ears. She tried to keep her expression steady, not wanting to alarm the others, but Matt glanced over his shoulder at her, noticing her pale face and furrowed brow.

She shook her head at his questioning eyes, letting him keep walking ahead of her, allowing him, Chris, and Nick to venture toward the back of the room, where another open doorway beckoned, leading into an even darker, more enclosed space.

"Oh my God, it's bigger than I thought-" Matt started excitedly, being interrupted by a scared Nick.

"Matt! Don't say 'Oh my God' like that!"

Y/N stayed close to the entrance, her gaze fixed on the doorway ahead, the corner of her lips lifting slightly with the brother’s bickering. Something felt profoundly wrong in there, and every instinct in her body screamed for her to turn back, to leave the darkness to its own devices.

She took a step forward right after Chris, but the energy hit her like a physical blow. She stumbled, her legs unsteady as she caught herself against the doorframe. Noticing her falter, Chris immediately turned, his concern flaring.

"Whoa, whoa, hey, you okay?" He asked, reaching to steady her, his hand grasping her arm. But Y/N didn’t hear him, nor did she feel his touch. She was already slipping away, pulled into a vision so intense it drowned out reality.

She was now surrounded by towering flames that crackled with a furious intensity. They licked up the walls around her, swallowing everything in a bright, blistering heat. Through the blaze, a young woman appeared, engulfed in flames, her face twisted in agonizing terror. The woman’s scream sliced through the air; a raw, primal sound unlike anything Y/N had ever heard before. Instinctively, her hands flew up to her ears, desperately trying to block out the agonizing cry. It was a cry of pure pain and desperation, the kind that lingered, sinking into the skin and soul.

Then, she saw him. A tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows behind the woman, his face obscured by the darkness but his presence unmistakably menacing. He loomed over her, radiating a sick, cold satisfaction as the woman screamed, flames rising higher around them. Y/N could feel it, all the malice rolling off the man, thick and suffocating, causing her to gulp, her eyes widening in terror when the man's eyes flickered from the woman to hers.

He couldn't see her, could he?

As the flickering of a lightning, three distinct figures appeared behind the man before vanishing completely, and just as suddenly as it began, the vision ended, leaving Y/N cold, breathless, and disoriented, the horrifying images imprinted in her mind.

Her surroundings snapped back into focus, the dimly lit Boiler Room reappearing around her in hazy fragments. She gasped, struggling to ground herself, her eyes searching around the room frantically, but as her vision cleared, her stomach twisted with a sickening dread. There, in the center of the second room, right in between the other two doorways, crouched a figure that defied anything she’d ever encountered, even in her darkest visions.

This wasn’t a spirit; she could feel the difference. The creature hunched low, its bony hands splayed across the grimy floor, its body twisted and contorted, as if barely contained within the physical plane. Shadows clung to its grotesque form, an aura of darkness so thick it devoured any light that dared come near. Its mottled skin was stretched and scarred, warped with unnatural shapes, as though stitched together from nightmares.

And then, she saw its eyes; deep, glowing red, like embers of molten rage, burning into her with a cruel, penetrating awareness. Those eyes locked onto her, narrowing with a sinister recognition. It knew she could see it, sense it, and understand the threat it posed. The fury in its gaze was suffocating, an anger so intense it filled the room, pressing down on her, trapping her in place.

Before she could gather herself, a voice oozed into her mind, cold and sharp as a dagger, each word dripping with malice. "Don’t tell anyone."

The command reverberated through her skull, a dark echo that chilled her to her core. She felt her heart hammering, her pulse quickening as a frigid terror clawed its way up her spine. The demon remained crouched, but its body tensed, coiled like a predator about to strike.

A whimper scaped from Y/N's throat when it began to inch forward, its gaze never wavering, as if relishing the fear it instilled with each calculated, crawling step.

"Y/N?" Matt’s voice was distant, but it cut through the fog of terror consuming her. She couldn’t respond, frozen in place as the demon drew nearer, dragging itself across the dirty ground, echoing with a disgusting sound of skin pressing against pebbles, her mind trapped in the paralyzing scene.

"What's happening? Why is she looking like that?" Chris's voice sounded muffled, dripping with anxiety, worry, and fear, his hand still holding her arms.

"Baby?" This time, Matt’s voice was sharper, laced with urgency. She felt a shift as he tossed the camera to Nick, then rushed to her side. His presence was solid, grounding, and he wrapped a protective arm around her waist, pulling her close as he tried to get her attention while shielding her from whatever it was that she was seeing. "Hey, babe, are you okay? What’s wrong?"

She could barely hear him, his words muffled, distant. Her legs wobbled, feeling like they might give out at any second, and Matt held her tighter, his warmth battling the unnatural chill that had invaded her body, her skin feeling as cold as the winter.

"Y/N, hey, look at me. Can you hear me?" His tone was steady, doing a great job at hiding the extreme fear that he felt, his hands cradling her face as he searched her eyes for any sign of recognition.

But she couldn’t answer, couldn’t focus. The demon’s furious glare was seared into her vision, its whispered threat echoing in her mind as a thick, oppressive darkness continued to drag her deeper into its depths.

Matt drew a sharp breath, his grip tightening around Y/N as he glanced over his shoulder at his brothers.

"We need to get out of here. Now." His tone was rough, leaving no room for argument.

The severity in his voice snapped them out of their stunned state, and they exchanged a quick look before following the couple to the exit door of the Boiler Room. Their footsteps echoed, tense and hurried, with Nick and Chris casting anxious glances behind them as if hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever had gripped Y/N so tightly, Chris's hand searching desperately for Nick's arm, trying to find comfort.

As they stepped outside the oppressive confines of the room, an almost immediate sense of relief washed over them. The chill that had settled into Y/N’s bones began to ease, and her tense posture softened as if an invisible weight had finally been lifted. She inhaled deeply, her body leaning heavily into Matt’s, letting his steady presence anchor her back to reality. Her scared eyes moved frantically, searching over her shoulders as if waiting for it to follow them, but she only met darkness.

"Shh, you're okay now. I'm right here with you." Matt kept whispered sweet nothings against Y/N's head, gently forcing her to look away from the room, pressing her face against his own shoulder, her hair tickling his chin in a comforting way.

Sam and Colby, who had been standing by, initially cheered at their bravery but quickly went quiet when they noticed the disturbed expressions on everyone’s faces.

Sam stepped forward, worry etched across his features.

"Hey, you guys okay?" He asked, his tone low and concerned.

Matt opened his mouth, his protective instincts kicking in while his arms seemed to wrap around Y/N's body tighter.

"We should give her a second. She just needs a bit to calm down-"

"No." Y/N interrupted, her voice weak but firm. She shook her head, a determined glint in her eyes as she steadied herself, her cold hands finding his biceps, squeezing his hoodie-covered skin in reassurance. "They have to know."

Colby nodded, quickly understanding the weight of what she was about to say. He took the camera from Nick, aiming it at her as he stepped closer, Sam following behind.

Chris and Nick quickly gathered around the couple, assuming protective instances, waiting, their faces a mixture of curiosity and seriousness as Y/N prepared to explain, eyes frantically looking behind their backs every second, the feeling of being watched seeming to grow more intense.

"I... I saw something." She began, her voice a touch unsteady but gathering strength as she continued. "When I looked at that room, there was this... this intense heat, and suddenly, it was like I was somewhere else entirely. I saw flames, a massive fire that seemed to consume everything around it. And in the middle of it all was a young woman, burning alive."

Her voice cracked slightly, and she closed her eyes, trying to shake the haunting image that had imprinted itself in her mind. A warm spread around her left shoulder, and she quickly recognized Nick's comforting touch.

"She was screaming, and it wasn’t like any scream I’ve ever heard before." Y/N continued, her face pale as she relived the vision. "It was pure agony... and then, there was a man behind her, just standing there, watching her burn. He was tall, menacing, and I knew, somehow, that he was the one who did this to her. He for sure worked here back in the day, I just knew it, and he killed her, and he was enjoying it." She paused, her voice barely a whisper. "And then, right before the vision ended, I saw three male figures behind him. I thought it was over, but when I looked up, there was something else in the room with us."

"The janitor, the principal, and the librarian." Sam muttered, furrowing his eyebrows, his eyes meeting Colby's dark ones, which held the same realization look.

The rest of the group was silent, hanging onto every word as Y/N’s gaze darkened, her eyes focused on some invisible point in the distance, Matt's firm hands around her hips keeping her grounded.

"It was a very dark creature, obviously a demon." She whispered. "Big, twisted, and so... so angry. Its skin was... I can’t even describe it. It was unnatural, almost as if it was pulled together from different things, and its eyes... they were red, glowing, and it was looking right at me." Her voice wavered as she continued, a tremor of fear slipping through. "It knew I could see it, and it was furious. And then... I heard a voice. In my head. It told me that I couldn't tell you about it."

A shiver ran through the group, everyone exchanging wary glances, trying to process the weight of what she was saying. Y/N took a shaky breath, her eyes flicking up to meet theirs.

"It started coming toward me, crawling like a snake, and that’s when Matt got to me. But... the warning felt like more than just a threat. It’s like it didn’t want us to have this information. It didn’t want us to know what happened here... This is all way darker than you guys expected."

Colby, his brow furrowed in thought, broke the silence.

"Wait, why wouldn’t it want us to know?"

Y/N hesitated, piecing together the fragments of knowledge she had gathered over years of honing her abilities.

"When it comes to entities like this, especially ones tied to a place or a tragedy... they draw power from secrecy, from fear. If we know what it is, what it’s done, it gives us the upper hand. And even more so if we learn its name."

Sam’s eyes widened, realization dawning on him as his gaze traveled from her to Colby and then back again.

"So, if we know its name, it becomes weaker?"

Y/N nodded slowly.

"Yes. Kind of. Names are powerful, especially with entities like that. It’s a way of binding it, of taking control. And right now, it knows we’re at an advantage. I just... I just have to figure out its name."

[sturnslcver]

can you write headcanons of dating matt, fluff, smut and just all that would come with dating him? pleaseeee🥰

ੈ✩‧₊˚ MATT HEADCANONS ˚.°: ₊˚ ୨

— matt sturniolo x fem reader —

— warnings, fluff, suggestive, cockwarming, smut!!

fluff:

• anytime you guys are out in public he tends to zone out or exclude himself from conversations and he just sits and traces lines and circles along your palms

• whenever you guys go out to eat he always lets you try the first or last bite of his food so you know if you want to get that instead next time

• he always buttons and zips your jackets or cardigans for you when you guys are in a rush

• he always reminds you to put a jacket or socks on when it’s cold outside

• he purposely does or watches things he knows you like right in front of you so that you get excited and tell him all about it

• he always keeps a few of your favorite snacks in the car and in his nightstand

• you two are always in comfortable silence with each other

• he’s always getting random candid shots without you knowing and smiling to himself

• he leaves small romantic notes for you to find sometimes when he has to leave early for work in the mornings

suggestive/smut:

• he smacks and squeezes your ass any chance he gets

• he loves cockwarming

• he’s usually a soft dom and very patient with you

• he showers you with kisses and whispers sweet nothings into your ear after sex

• he offers you his clothes to get dressed in after sex

• he teases you leaving sloppy, wet, open mouthed kisses all up and down your body until you’re so desperate you’re basically thrusting your hips forward for friction and whining

• he often he swirls his tongue around your jaw and ear and groans into your skin since he knows how much you love to hear him

• he loves making you feel good with his fingers he also loves to foreplay and tease and will drag it on for a long while before actually penetrating

a/n: very short matt head canons while i finish up part two of virulent love! it might be a few days before it’s posted since im over at my friends house rn but u guys have been showing so much support to the series already and i’m so excited for u guys to read the rest <3

[plasticferal]

hiii girly!!! could u like write something where reader and matt have sex & get caught?? maybe by his brothers lmao, have a great day lovely :)

caught in the act | matt sturniolo.

authors note: thank you for your sweet words! love always. i hope you enjoy this quick little 1.9k words.

warnings: 18+ content. choking, dom!matt, fem!reader, explicit language, slight exhibitionism, getting caught of course. reader discretion is advised.

matt's big hand engulfs your neck, giving a squeeze with warning to cover up your loud moans as he sucks a purple mark below your ear. he's extra rough tonight, leaving your skin burning and stinging with the grip he has on you.

“your brothers are gonna hear us” you grasp at matt's tattooed shoulder blade, nails scratching into his skin as he eats away at your neck like a vampire, so desperately.

“don’t care” he speaks into your skin, making you roll upward into his naked body.

your head is almost hanging completely off the edge of his bed as he rolls his hips between your thighs, teasing your entrance with his hard cock but not thrusting into you just yet.

matt kisses and sucks at every inch of your skin, leaving bite marks, and trails of saliva. the room fills with the sound of your body sticking to his own, and the small groans he's muffling while trying to keep quiet himself knowing his brothers are in the house, somewhere, wide awake.

you two never usually fool around this early in the night, the sun has barely set, but when he sauntered into the bedroom fresh from a shower with a white towel hanging low on his hips, hair dripping wet, and drops of water dancing down his bare chest, he became so distressingly irresistible.

it wasn't take long before the towel dropped, and both of your clothes scatter the floor. he carries himself with such an unintentional dominance. the slightly sour look on his face, the serious manner he holds when he's lost in deep thought, it makes him so endearing.

you can still smell his body wash lingering in the air as your bodies rub and grind into each other. you nibble at matt's ear, and his throat shakes with pleasure as he tries to swallow the sound.

matt tightens his grip around your throat, looking down at you with a sharp glare before slamming a rough, almost painful kiss to your lips. if you weren't so focused on the feeling of his dick rubbing against your inner thigh near your soaked cunt, you're sure you'd wince or complain at the abrasiveness.

he pulls back, making you pout at the loss of contact. he lets out a huff of understanding, but gives you a look that tells you to be patient.

"turn around, ass toward me" he orders against your mouth, methodically grabbing your hips to guide you as turn over on your hands and knees.

"so you’re in that kind of mood tonight?” you tempt, lust dripping from your mouth as you oblige and delicately flip over, grabbing at the edge of his bed and gripping the sheets.

“when you look this good," matt's fingers trace up your spine.

"yeah.” before he grabs the back of your neck to keep himself stable, making you gasp at how tight he's squeezing your skin.

nerves pit in your stomach as you know how good he's about to make you feel, especially doggy style. he just knows how to hit every sweet spot from this angle. you know it's going to be near impossible to keep quiet.

matt uses his free hand to pull you to his crotch, and he pushes your chest down onto the mattress so you're arching up with your ass on full display to his desire.

"ready for me, darling?" matt asks, and you nod your head distictly.

you hear him spit into his hand before he presses it to your spread open cunt, lathering any part he can see with saliva. it's a thick, warm sensation, which is a contrast to the cold air hitting your exposed skin.

you can hear him as he strokes himself once or twice with the residue on his hand, before he tucks his cock between your thighs, making sure to angle it just right to he can slide easily into your entrance.

he pushes against your pussy, his tip slowly stretching you out. so slow you can feel every single inch make you feel more and more full. you squeeze the sheets in your palms, letting the silk fabric flow past your knuckles and your cheek presses into the mattress, a moan escaping your mouth the deeper matt gets.

matt's lips are pressed shut, but he's humming a low, closed-mouth moan, stretching out the sound as he pushes deeper, and deeper, until his thick long cock is fully immersed into your hole. you're trying not to shriek at the feeling but it's just so good, and makes you feel so complete.

"matt baby, please" you're trying to keep hush, biting your bottom lip with restraint as you wait for him to move.

you feel him slide out half way, still half filling you before he thrusts into you again, unhurriedly, but with enough force that you gasp. matt plants a hand at the soft curvature of your back, allowing him to ease his balance a little more.

“just arch a little, fuck yeah… just like that” matt exhales.

you involuntarily begin to move the lower half of your body, grinding your hips into his until your cunt swallows him whole over and over again, initiating the back and forth. matt groans.

“fuck, y/n. keep bouncing on my cock like that, baby. you want it that bad you couldn’t wait?” he scoffs.

you continue to grind into him, fluttering each time his thick cock hits your sensitive, plump area. he’s let his hard grip of neck hair go as he strokes your hair tenderly , fighting his urge to grab you by the hips and fuck you until you see stars. he loves watching you like this, so desperate for him.

"sooooo good baby, oh my god" you exhale through tight teeth, sounding a porn star with how high pitched your voice suddenly becomes.

"take me so fucking well" he praises.

you're shocked and let out almost a scream when matt slaps your ass hard, undoubtedly leaving a handprint. it stings, and your skin is genuinely left buzzing.

you actually jolt your body upward, snapping your neck to try and give him a look as your jaw drops, but matt forcibly pushes your head back down.

"matthew!" you practically yell, and you hear matt chuckle coarsely.

suddenly you feel matt reach back and grab a pillow from the head of the bed, bringing it to rest under your head. knotting his slender fingers into your hair at the base of your neck, he guides your face to press into the soft material.

"face in the pillow, since you can't shut the fuck up." matt speaks as he fucks into you from behind even harder than he was before.

your entire body is rocking and shaking as you bite the pillow beneath you, obeying his orders.

the pillow only drowns out so much as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, guttural groans emitting from his chest as he throws his head back and fucks into hard, rough and fast.

the slapping sounds of your skin bounce off the walls as he dives into your hips, making you howl desperately. you screams again at his cock roughly jerking to the depths of your cunt, amplifying the pleasure that warms your whole body.

you're so engrossed in the moment that you fully convince yourself the pitter patter sound of footsteps approaching matt's room are just in your head. you're starting to think maybe you're being too loud. you reassure yourself by thinking one of you have locked the door.

you press your head into the pillow, unable to withstand the pleasure that's accumulating in your belly, increasing with the speed of matt's movements. you feel like you're so close to tipping over, clenching your pussy around him if not to only bring you closer to an orgasm.

matt grips your love-handles, holding you from either side to slam into you over and over and over. with worry, your eyes dart toward his bedroom door, knowing you're so close to releasing. the growl in your lower stomach is a mix of sudden anxiety and pleasure.

the door pries open, four shoes in your direct line of vision as they trek slowly into the room, bodies not fully revealed just yet. at the same time, your stomach bubbles and you gasp at the inevitable fulfilment rising a lot faster than you anticipated.

a single stroke of his fingers is all it takes, and you come undone, clenching your muscles around his penis while your lips continuously utter his name like a mantra. your climax is reaching it's peak at the exact same moment chris's voice is heard, and nick's body follows into the room.

matt seems completely unbothered, focusing on fucking you through your orgasm as he knows he won't get it back to this extent if he stops, and you finishing is his number one priority.

"are you guys okay?" nick's voice starts, hiding behind his younger brother and the door.

"we heard y/n screami- OH fuck" chris's eyes almost pop out of his head and jaw hits the floor.

you make eye-contact with chris for a split and the image he receives is your body shaking and moaning his brothers name. when chris slams the door shut, you hear nick scream before quite literally running away. poor chris copped the brunt of it.

"holy shit i'm so sorry" chris begs for forgiveness, and you can only imagine the panic he's enduring on the other side. you could bet good money on him clenching his eyes shut and acting out the sign of the cross.

“had put on a little show for chris, didn’t you?” matt chuckles, reacting with another slap to your ass, keeping his cock inside you but slowing his pace.

"dirty girl." matt arches over to bite your shoulder blade.

your body is ready to collapse, and you almost do, if not for matt's strong hands catching your hips at the last moment. he, too, can't take much and lowers himself inside you, moaning loudly unintelligible words. finally, he lets you fall on the mattress, carefully sliding out of you and laying you down on the soft sheets.

"YOU CAN GO NOW" matt yells, knowing his brother is frozen on the other side before dropping next to you.

"LOCK YOUR DOOR NEXT TIME" chris scrambles his words, tone fading out with the distance that grows between him and the room.

"KNOCK NEXT TIME" you and matt both say in unison, making you bury your flushed face into his chest.

matt slides his arm around your body, hugging you close to his body and peppering kisses on your forehead.

“they got to see how good i fuck you, huh princess?” he mumbles against your skin. he leans over to find your shoulder, placing small kisses of love on it there too.

"i think we've traumatised your brother forever" you chuckle, slapping his chest playfully with the very little strength you have left.

"he'll be fine" he chortles, staring up the ceiling.

"i mean he'll never look you in the eye's again, but he'll be fine." matt teases.

"oh god" you laugh while sliding a hand down your face with sheer worry.

"you did so well, though" matt whispers to you, placing a kiss just below your ear, and then correcting your hair, which is now damp with sweat.

he always acknowledges you afterwards, especially when he's been a little more dominant, and you do take him so well. you can do nothing but send him a dreamy smile in response, too tired to verbally reply to his praise.

needless to say, you plan on double checking that the door is locked going forward, to not get caught in the act ever again.

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[alyrasturnz]

DID I WAKE YOU?

❐ summary » in the quiet hours of the night, matt's voice breaks through the stillness, waking y/n from slumber. as y/n stirs, they realize that matt is deeply engrossed in an intense fortnite session with his brothers. seeking comfort, y/n gently coaxes matt away from the screen and into a warm embrace.

❐ pairings » bf!matt x fem!reader

❐ warnings » pet names

❐ a/n && w/c » i wrote this in six minutes • 930

“chris! are you fucking incompetent?” matt yells, his fingers harshly gliding against his controller, the plastic creaking under the pressure. muffled yells come from his headphones, a cacophony of frustration and commands blending into the background noise of the room.

you shift in his bed, the sheets rustling under your body as the dim light from matt’s monitor filters through your eyelids. you pull the blanket over your head, seeking refuge from the intrusive glow, trying to coax yourself back into the embrace of sleep.

“chris! chris!” matt yelled, “behind you! kid?!” he exclaimed, his fingers deftly running over the buttons on his controller in a frantic dance before he dropped it onto his table with a resounding clatter, letting out a loud, exasperated groan.

you listened to the cacophony of loud screams emanating from his headphones as matt yelled back, his voice rising to meet the tumultuous noise, creating a chaotic symphony of frustration and urgency.

you shifted restlessly, turning around and squeezing your eyes shut, the rustling of the sheets a faint whisper against the cacophony of noise. you covered your ears in a desperate attempt to block out the intrusive sounds, yearning for the elusive solace of sleep amidst the relentless chaos that surrounded you.

you sat up in frustration, your movements sharp and deliberate, casting a weary gaze at matt, who continued to yell at chris through the call. his voice reverberated through the room, a relentless barrage of sound that only amplified your growing exasperation.

you stood up, your movements deliberate and slow, as if each step was weighed down by the gravity of the situation. you walked over to him, rubbing your eyes in a futile attempt to dispel the fatigue. with a gentle yet decisive motion, your fingers grazed against his mic, muting him instantly and catching his attention.

he looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and irritation. slowly, he put his headphones down, yet chris' loud voice continued to emanate from the confines of the headphones, a persistent echo of the ongoing argument.

"hi, baby," he murmured softly, his voice a tender whisper. he opened his arms, inviting you to sit on his lap. as you straddled him, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, seeking solace in his embrace.

"did i wake you?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. as you nodded, inhaling his familiar scent, he began to run his hand up and down your back in a soothing rhythm, each stroke a silent apology.

"m'sorry," he mumbled softly, his voice barely above a whisper. he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, the tender gesture speaking volumes of his remorse.

"go to bed with me," you whispered into his skin, your breath warm against him. his lips curled into a soft smile, a silent acknowledgment of your request.

"you're so cute when you're sleepy," he chuckled, his laughter a gentle melody. his hand continued its soothing journey up and down your back. you were always at your most clingy when sleepiness enveloped you.

you peeled your face from his neck, turning to face him with a pout. your eyes, wide and imploring like those of a puppy, sought his gaze.

he glanced at you, then at his monitor, and then back at you, his eyes flickering with a momentary hesitation before settling on your face once more.

"don't look at me like that. you know i can't say no to that face," he murmured, his voice tinged with playful resignation. before he could say more, you planted a soft kiss on his lips, then buried your face back into the comforting nook of his neck.

"please," you murmur softly, your voice barely above a whisper, as he chuckles, the sound resonating warmly around you.

"okay, okay," he said, a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks. as you smiled, you slowly began to rise, the moment filled with a tender, unspoken understanding.

matt then ended the call with his brothers, his fingers lingering momentarily on the keyboard as he closed his setup with deliberate care. he took a deep breath, allowing the conversation's echoes to fade, before slowly rising from his seat, the weight of the day's events evident in his measured movements.

you walked towards his bed, your steps slow and deliberate, climbing onto it with a graceful ease. he followed closely behind, his movements mirroring your own, each step imbued with a sense of quiet anticipation.

you sat down, your gaze lifting to meet his as you waited, the room filled with a charged silence. his presence loomed above you, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between you, deepening the connection you shared.

he crawled next to you, his movements deliberate and unhurried, before laying down beside you. as you reclined, you rested your head gently on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you, a silent testament to the bond you shared.

he wrapped his arms around you, his embrace warm and protective, his fingers weaving through your hair with a tender familiarity. then, with a gentle grace, he planted a soft kiss on the top of your head, a silent gesture of affection that spoke volumes.

"goodnight," you whisper softly, your voice barely more than a breath, as the quiet of the night envelops you both in its serene embrace.

"goodnight, sweet girl," he murmured softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips, as the tranquility of the moment wrapped around you both, guiding you into the realm of dreams.



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[kyliebabe]

Chris sturniolo x reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend Chris, have morning sex

Warnings: Smut, Praising, the nickname good girl, slight overstimulation, soft dom chris, sub reader.

You wake up to the feeling of soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. Chris's arms are wrapped tightly around you, his body spooning yours. "Good morning, baby," he whispers, his voice still rough with sleep. He nuzzles into your neck, his hands roaming your body gently.

“Good morning” you giggle out, turning around in his arms to kiss him softly.

Chris deepens the kiss, his hand coming up to cup your face tenderly. "Mmm... the best way to wake up," he mumbles against your lips. His hands start to explore your body more boldly as the kiss turns passionate. "Can I..."

You give him a slight nod, urging him to continue, staring deep into his love filled, blue eyes.

Chris's face lights up with a mischievous grin, his hands continuing to roam your body. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, his hands gentling caresses your curves. "I love you," he whispers against your skin, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too” you say through a soft sigh, at the feeling of his teeth lightly grazing your neck.

Chris smiles against your skin, his hands continuing to touch and caress you. He takes his time, worshipping your body with his touch and kisses. He wants this to be perfect for you. "Tell me if I do something you don't like, okay?" he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion.

“I will” you say softly staring deep into his eyes, in anticipation.

Chris leans down and kisses you slowly, his hands continuing to explore your body. He slowly slips his hand between your thighs, his touch gentle. "Is this okay?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“Yes, please Chris, just touch me” you sigh out, looking down at him, looking at you awaiting an answer, softly stroking your soft, plush thighs.

Chris swallows hard at your plea, his hands shaking slightly as he caresses your most intimate area. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I'll take care of you, I promise," he whispers, his fingers beginning to explore more boldly.

“Fuck” you softly whisper out, lightly throwing your head back, against the soft, feather light pillow, at the feeling of his calloused finger tips, softly brushing over your clit through your panties.

Chris smiles confidently, his touch growing bolder as you respond to him. He slowly slips his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear, his touch gentle yet firm. "Look at me, baby,"

Your head slams down to look at him, per his request, knowing that if you don’t, the pleasurable feeling of his light touch will stop.

Chris's blue eyes are dark with desire as he gazes up at you adoringly. "You're so beautiful," he breathes, his fingers stroking through your folds. He finds your entrance and slowly pushes one long finger inside. "Tell me how it feels,"

“Oh fuck Chris” you moan out at the feeling of his fingers exploring your slick covered walls, desperately trying not to let your eyes roll back into you skull, only wanting to make him happy. “It feels so fucking good baby, oh my fucking god” you moan out, staring deep into the lust filled eyes, belonging to the man between your legs, that he’s currently gripping open, as your legs beg to snap shut, to escape the almost overstimulating , feeling of ecstasy.

Chris's face flushes with pleasure at your words, his fingers growing bolder as they push in and out of you slowly. He adds another finger, stretching you gently. "Wrap your legs around my shoulders, baby,"

You do as he says, not wanting this incredible feeling to stop.

Chris settles between your thighs, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you as his thumb rubs circles on your swollen bud. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, watching your face as you become more and more aroused. "You're so tight, baby, you feel so good,"

“Oh my fuck Chris, I’m so fucking close, please baby, please let me cum, I just wanna cum for you, wanna be your good girl.” you let out in a string of whimpers and moans, throwing your head back, against the plush sheets.

Chris's heart races as he watches you lose control, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He presses his thumb harder against your clit, his fingers pumping faster inside you. "Cum for me, baby, be my good girl and cum all over my hand," he commands, his voice strained with desire.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh fuck I’m cumming” you chant out as your pleasure comes to a peak. your creamy slick, leaking out of your velvety walks, spilling out into his fingers, softly dripping down his hand, onto the soft plush sheets.

Chris's face flushes with satisfaction as he watches you cum undone. He slows his touch, gently caressing you as you ride out your orgasm. "That's my good girl," he whispers, his voice filled with pride and affection.

Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly, out of breath, from the intense pleasure.

Chris gives you a moment to catch your breath, his own heart racing as he waits patiently. He leans down and kisses your belly softly, his hands continuing to caress you gently. "I want to taste you, baby, can I?" he asks, his voice filled with desire.

You hesitantly nod down at him, desperately wanting to feel his pink muscle, pumping in and out of Your walls , but not sure if your already spent cunt can handle another orgasm.

Chris smiles reassuringly at your hesitant nod. He kisses his way down your body, his hands worshipping every curve. As he settles between your thighs, he looks up at you with smoldering eyes. "I'll be gentle, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you,"

“Okay” you softly whisper gazing into his lust filled eyes, the blue ring of his irises, turning almost completely black.

Chris begins by kissing your inner thighs softly, his hands stroking your belly and hips. He takes his time, making sure you're completely relaxed before he finally presses a soft kiss to your sensitive bud. He starts slow, licking and sucking gently, his touch light and tender.

As he laps at your sensitive flesh, you can't help but let out a soft whimper of delight. Chris takes that as his cue to increase his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth and fucking it with his tongue, his hands spreading your legs further apart. He eats you out with wild abandon, his face buried between your thighs as he devours your pussy like a starving man.

“Oh fuck” you practically scream out, reaching down to tug on his silky brown locks, needing something to ground you from the intense pleasure. “Fuck Chris it’s too much, I can’t, Oh fuck, I’m cumming, fuck please let me cum. you moan out as you feel the knot in your stomach clench excruciatingly tight, begging to snap, and release all over his needy, tongue, currently lapping between your folds, slurping up all your slick. Your spent cunt, practically drowning in his saliva.

Chris doesn't let up as you cum, his tongue continuing to fuck your pussy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. He sucks your clit into his mouth, prolonging your orgasm and drawing out every last drop of ecstasy. "That's my good girl,"

You feel your cunt clench around his greedy tongue, at the praise, desperately wanting to be good for him, but not knowing how much more your body can take.

Chris senses your exhaustion and finally pulls away, resting his head on your thigh as he catches his breath. "Fuck, you taste so good," he says hoarsely, his lips glistening with your juices. He looks up at you with a lazy smile, his eyes heavy with desire.

"I could eat this perfect pussy for hours," Chris murmurs, his fingers trailing teasingly along your inner thigh. "But right now, I need to be inside you." He rises up and positions himself between your legs, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance.

You throw your arms around his back, anticipating the feeling of his thick cock, pulsating between your warm, slick covered walls.

Chris enters you slowly and gently, groaning at the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as he sheaths himself fully inside you. "Oh god, you feel incredible," he rasps, holding still to allow you to adjust to his size.

Your back arches up into his chest at the stretch, no matter how many times you have sex, you always struggle to take his length. “You can move, fuck please move baby” you whine out, craving the feeling of his thick cock hitting that spot, deep inside you, that makes your legs feel like jelly, over and over again.

"Mmm, so impatient," Chris chuckles breathlessly against your skin. "Don't worry baby, I'll give this greedy little cunt exactly what it needs." He starts to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.

Your breath almost gets caught in your throat, at the feeling of him roughly sliding in and out of your needy walls. As you begin to let out a string of curses and moans, not being able to hide the pleasure he’s giving you.

Chris grins against the sensitive skin of your neck, reveling in your reactions. He increases his pace, fucking you harder and deeper, his hips slapping against yours. "Fuck, that sound," he growls, "your wet cunt sucking me in."

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, please baby don’t ever stop” you moan out your nails ripping down his back.

"Never... I could spend a lifetime inside you and it still wouldn't be enough," Chris pants, his voice ragged with passion. He hooks his arms under your knees, pushing your legs back and increasing the intensity of his thrusts. "Look at me," he demands hoarsely.

You snap your eyes open to meet his gaze, barely being able to make him out through the tears of pleasure clouding your pleading eyes. “I can’t hold on much longer, I need to cum, fuck just wanna cum for you, please let me cum” you whimper out staring deep into his eyes pleadingly.

Chris's eyes darken with lust as he holds your gaze, his hips pistoning relentlessly. "Cum for me baby," he commands, his voice low and intense. "Soak my cock, scream my name. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to."

“Oh fuck Chris, yes, oh my god you feel so fucking good, don’t stop, please don’t stop” you slur out through your pleasure, the knot in your stomach finally snapping, throwing your head back releasing all over his cock, buried deep into your walls.

"That's it, fucking take it," Chris grunts, slamming into you as your pussy convulses around his cock. He reaches between you and starts to rub your clit furiously, drawing out your orgasm and causing your body to shake beneath him. "You look so beautiful when you cum,"

As your walls flutter and quiver around him, Chris's rhythm becomes more erratic. "I'm gonna fill this tight pretty little pussy," he pants, his movements becoming shallower as he nears his peak. "Gonna pump you so full of my seed, make this belly swell full with me."

With a final thrust, Chris buries himself balls-deep inside you and lets out a guttural roar as he finds his release. You can feel the warmth of his seed filling you up, spurt after spurt, as his body jerks against yours. "Love you, love you so much,"

“Fuck I love you too baby, so fucking much” you mumble out through the pleasure of the slight overstimulation.

Chris collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily. He nuzzles into your neck, placing soft kisses on your damp skin. "You're mine," he murmurs possessively. "All mine." His hand slides down to rest protectively on your lower belly.

You softly reach your hand out, running your delicate fingers through his now damp brunette locks lovingly. Giving his forehead a light peck, pulling his head up to look into your eyes, offering him a smile, your eyes filled with pure, genuine adoration.

Chris returns your smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans in for a slow, languid kiss, his touch gentle and loving. As he pulls back, he whispers, "I'm the luckiest man alive to have you love me like this."

You let out a soft giggle, brushing the stray hair out of his face. “ Your the lucky one? I get to be with the sweetest most loving man I know, and you think your the lucky one?” you playfully tease looking at him with a smile.

Chris blushes at your teasing, his heart swelling with affection for you. "Shut up, I’m the lucky one," he says, his voice soft and playful as he leans in to steal another kiss. As he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with adoration.

Hiii I hope you liked it, this is my first time ever writing smut, so I hope it’s good 🫶

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[apclyptc]

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN— matt and chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis— you and your friends decide to play a dirty drinking game. but with matt on your left, and chris on your right, how will you ever be able to decide who you want more?

warnings— suggestive themes, drinking, brief suggestive moment with waylon felipe (that man is FIIIIINE) use of a dirty scenario card game, ysb tril and brandon (gwhip) are in this but there’s not really anything suggestive with them (even tho they’re FIIIINE and underrated as fuck), basically the most ooc dumb shit ever, just use your utmost imagination pls lmao

foreword— i got this idea from a card game i own. it’s called kinkies get legless if anyone would like to know. voila!

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why, on god’s green earth, did you agree to this? you knew exactly what you signed up for when nate had organised a party— nothing big, just all your close friends— and revealed a card game for everyone to play.

“if anyone wants to back out now, this is your only chance.” nate chuckled when nick and madi both stepped back. he’d already explained the card game to everyone:

complete the dare written on the card, or skip the dare and take a shot. straightforward, until he gave an example of said cards.

“choose which person in the group you’re most likely to have a wet dream over.”

you laughed, but deep down you knew this was not going to end well.

after all, you were sat between matt and chris. you were close friends with the triplet brothers, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t harbour a crush for the two you were currently sandwiched in between. you’d already admitted these feelings to madi, who gave you the sound advice to choose one.

but it wasn’t that easy, was it? they were both so… great, and yet so different at the same time.

maybe you could use this opportunity to decide.

as it stood, matt was on your left, chris on your right, and waylon, another good friend of yours, directly opposite you.

nate, being the host and also the orchestrator of this hellish game, pulled a card first, and read out loud.

“give the player of the person on your left a lap dance? hell yeah!” nate exclaimed, standing from his seat and giving trilly the most dramatic lap dance of his life. everyone laughed at this, knowing nate would most likely do all of his dares.

before you knew it, it was coming up to your turn. but first, chris had to pull a card.

you prayed to every god you knew that he didn’t pull a card that involved you.

“oh my god, this game is crazy.” chris laughed, before reading out his card, “act out the doggy style position with the person to your left.”

you could die of embarrassment. this was truly a terrible, no good, awful idea. why did you agree to this?

the room was filled with ooh’s and aah’s, waiting to see if chris would take a shot instead of doing the dare. he glanced over at you, as if to say you could choose.

you shrugged nonchalantly, despite the fact you were screaming inside.

“come on, let’s get this over with.” he motioned you over with his hand, and you hesitantly stood.

you felt chris behind you, his hands moving to your waist as he pushed his hips up to yours, though he didn’t move.

immediately you laughed, and everyone else followed.

“this is literally the dumbest thing you’ve ever suggested, nate.” you shouted through everyone’s laughter.

“agreed.” chris sat back down, but not before placing a pillow over his lap.

“but it’s so funny!” nate replied.

it may have been funny, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about chris’ hips pressed up to your ass. you almost wished he moved.

regardless, it was your turn to pull a card.

“choose three… okay, what the fuck.” you covered your mouth, giggling.

“let me see,” matt leaned over to read the card and pulled a face, “choose three players you’d make a sex tape with.”

how could you even begin to answer that? why did you agree to this?

you weren’t going to skip the card, you didn’t want to be the first to do it. so you’d have to answer. and lie.

“i guess if i had to pick, i’d say tril, waylon aaaaaand… this is hard actually…. brandon.” you spoke.

the three boys dapped each other up, which made you chuckle.

“don’t get too excited, it’s never gonna happen.” you teased.

“i guess it’s my turn,” matt piped up, grabbing a card from the deck.

“oh this one’s easy, it says confess the least sexy thing someone has said to you. one time a girl asked me if she could call me nick while we were, you know…” he clicked his mouth and whistled.

“wait, what the fuck?” nick perked up from the other side of the room.

chris cackled loudly, “shit, i remember that. you told me not to tell him.”

“well, did you let her do it?” tril asked jokingly.

“that’s fucking gross! i swear to god matt you better have said no.” nick yelled, which only made chris laugh more.

“obviously i said no, you moron.”

by now, the deck of cards had gone around the room a couple of times.

waylon pulled the card, let the person opposite you sit on your face which you accepted gracefully after successfully sneaking yourself a couple of shots.

at some point you pulled the choose the players you’d most likely have a threesome with card which you chose matt and chris immediately took a shot.

nate had rank the asses of the players from best to worst, and while chris was number one, you were satisfied with your ranking at third— he placed himself second.

already it was back to chris.

“i actually don’t think i can do this one.” chris covered his eyes.

“what does it say?” you asked. you wished you didn’t.

he turned the card over to you. it read, whisper the dirtiest thing you’d do to the player on your left.

“chris, don’t be a pussy, you already skipped the last one.” nate raised his eyebrows.

“dude, i don’t care how close we are, i’m not passing you an ice cube from my mouth.” chris spoke incredulously, which made everyone chuckle, though you were too busy wondering what chris would even say to you.

“new rule, if you skipped your last card you can’t skip the next one.” nate shouted, to which chris flipped him off.

“you good with this?” chris turned to you.

“sure. it’s just a game right?” you pretended to be unfazed.

chris leaned into your ear, as everyone watched.

“if we were alone right now, i’d fill you up so deep that you’d forget how to talk.”

oh.

“what did he say– oh my god, y/n’s face has gone red!”

oh.

“damn chris, you’re looking kinda red too.”

oh.

“okay move on, please.” chris laughed it off.

but you wanted to do anything but move on, partly because you were sweating— is it hot in here?— and partly because it was your turn again.

let the person to your left give you a love bite.

you weren’t sure you could handle this game anymore. you were barely over the words chris had whispered to you, and now you were supposed to let matt give you a hickey?

and to make things worse, because of the new rule (thanks a lot, nate) you couldn’t skip your turn.

“this game is getting intense, i can’t lie.” waylon mumbled to brandon, who agreed with him excitedly.

“sorry matt, i can’t skip.” you said awkwardly.

matt quickly downed a shot, before replying, “don’t worry about it.” and moved his lips to your collarbone.

he made quick work of sucking on your skin while embarrassment waved over you.

there were a million thoughts running through your head at once but the one that stood out most was how good it felt to have matt leaving a trace of his lips on your body. you were acutely aware of the slight pain mixed with the considerable amount of pleasure that came with his bite.

after what seemed like way too long, he soothed your collarbone with a lick and parted ways with it.

“i didn’t know matt had that dog in him.” tril joked.

briefly, everyone had split into their own conversations, leaving you to your own chaotic thoughts.

but matt placed a hand on your thigh.

“you okay?” he asked you, and of course you were not.

“mhm. just didn’t think this game would be so insane.”

matt smirked ever so slightly.

“me neither. are you having fun, at least?”

“yeah, it’s pretty entertaining. are you?” you responded honestly.

matt’s thumb softly caressed your thigh while the rest of his hand squeezed lightly.

“definitely.”

how could you be expected to choose?

yet another around had gone by and it was regrettably your turn to pick a card.

you slowly picked up the card on top of the deck and read the words.

“what does it say?” matt and chris spoke in unison.

you cleared your throat, looking between the two boys on either side, then at everyone else eagerly waiting.

“go into another room with the player of your choice for ten minutes.” you sighed.

“i was hoping someone would get that card. who are you picking, y/n?” nate asked you.

you should skip this round. you should definitely skip this round. but something was telling you that this was your opportunity to finally choose which brother you wanted, just like madi told you.

the choice was too difficult.

but if you were honest, you knew who you really wanted.

so, you went with your gut.

“i pick…”

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a/n this feels so ASS but i love this idea so much so idc. the part two’s for matt and chris will be linked below once they’re written. hope u enjoyed!

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[sweetshuga]

𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟣 ✰ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

𝒘𝒄. 𝟩𝟦𝟣

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. English is not my first language! MDNI

You and your boyfriend, along with his brothers, had decided to go skating at your local ice rink, but they decided at the last minute that skating in a public rink in December would be too crowded and won’t be as enjoyable so they rented a whole hockey rink. You and the triplets arrived at the rink an hour after renting it – accompanied by a few mutual friends.

After an hour and a half of skating, you decided to take a break, you weren’t good at it so it took a toll on you. The amount of times you’ve lost balance and fell on your ass finally getting to you as you sat on one of the benches in the locker room. Your muscles already sore and ass feeling like it’s bruised. Matt did suggest skating with your hands entwined so you wouldn’t fall, but you didn’t want to burden him. After all, he was pretty hyped about playing hockey since it had been a while.

Your eyes zeroed in on Matt when he entered the locker room, his skates still on and a small smile on his face. "You okay sweetheart?" You nodded, "yeah, just a bit tired." Matt chuckled and walked towards you before sitting down beside you. "C’mon pretty, you should’ve just taken my offer." He grinned, teasing you.

You raised your eyebrows slightly, an amused smirk on your lips, "and why should I have taken it?" He laughed softly, "I think we both know why, you’ve fallen on your ass how many times now? And you won’t even let me help you up, such a stubborn girl." He said shaking his head slightly, before a wolfish grin appeared on his face.

You tilted your head in confusion, trying to read his face. "What’re you thinking?" His grin widened, "so, what do you say about a little massage, you look like you could really use one." You blinked in confusion, "massage? Now?" He nodded, his grin widening ever so slightly as kneeled down to help you take off your skates before standing up again and taking off his own ones.

You were none the wiser to what he had in mind as you nodded, "alright, yeah, I could really use some shoulder rubs or something," you chuckled. "Thanks baby," you smiled at him and he responded with a smile of his own. He suddenly turned around and walked towards the door, locking it and walked back to you. "Was it really necessary to lock it? Just for a massage?" He smirked at your confused expression, finding your obliviousness endearing in a way. "Yeah, very necessary."

"Oh fu—ck, Matt, slow—slow down," you mewled, your hands desperately clutching onto the edges of the benches you were laying on, your knees pressed against your chest, almost folded in half as Matt held you down with his weight. "Mm, you’re gonna take it—take everything I give you," he grunted in exertion as he increased his pace, the head of his cock hitting your cervix mercilessly.

You tried to keep quiet, but the exquisite feeling of his thick length pumping in and out of you was too much, too good. "Matt, m’gonna, gonna— Matt!" You screamed his name when he slammed into that spongy spot inside you, the one that makes you feel like you’re going to lose your mind. "Shhh—" he hushed you, his hand coming up to cover your mouth as he pounded into you.

You struggled to keep your eyes open as you looked at him, the look of pure unadulterated pleasure etched on his handsome features were enough to make that tight knot snap. Your whole body shuddered and a loud withdrawn moan escaped your lips, getting muffled, but not silenced, by his hand.

"Oh fuck, yeah... Just like that," he rasped, letting out a shaky breath that bordered on a whimper as he felt your pussy spasming around his cock. His pace faltered before he slammed into you once, twice and on the third he stilled, his length twitching inside you as he filled your quivering cunt full with his cum. "Your pussy was made f’me, such a sweet little thing," he murmured against your neck, whispering sweet nothings as you caught your breath.

How did a massage session turn into this? You thought to yourself, but were you complaining? The way you didn’t stop him when he started to move again with renewed desire spoke for itself.

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© sweetshuga

[ericshoney]

Driskill Hotel ~ Sturniolo Triplets, Sam and Colby

Summary: You tag along with your friends, Sam, Colby, Nick, Matt and Chris to the Driskill hotel, only to be a target for the night.

Warnings: swearing, spirits, ghosts, attachments, targeting, scratching, touching, headaches, platonic friendship, platonic nicknames

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"What's up guys! Today we are at the Driskill hotel." Sam shouted at the camera.

"We have some special guests you've been asking us to collab with for a while now. The Sturniolo triplets!" Colby cheered as the camera panned round to the identical trio.

"But they aren't our only guests, we have one of our regulars, Y/n!" Sam added as the camera turned to you.

You waved as Sam and Colby talked about the hotel. You had been on their channel before and were close friends with the triplets, so when the five males said they were doing a collab together, you had to join.

"We know what Y/n thinks of the paranormal, but what about you guys?" Colby asked the three.

As the guys talked, you looked around, feeling as if you were being watched, but there wasn't anyone. You went to turn back to the guys, when you saw a shadow go past towards the vault.

"Kid, you okay?" Chris called, seeing your distant focus.

"Not to startle anyone, I swear I just saw a shadow go past." You answered.

"No fucking way, already!" Nick exclaimed, making you laugh.

"Yeah, towards the vault." You said.

"You've always seen things early on in investigations." Colby stated.

"Either they like to show themselves, or I have terrible eyesight." You joked.

The six of you then started to explore, listening to the guides tell you about the spirits of the hotel, the history and some encounters they've had. You didn't see anything else for the time you were with the guides, only hearing a few noises, which the others heard too.

When it was time for you to explore without the guides, things started to get weird. You were standing next to Nick as you stood at the stairs where Samantha fell. Sam was asking some questions, when you felt a tug on your t-shirt.

"Nick, fuck off." You mumbled, thinking it was the eldest triplet teasing you.

"I didn't do anything." He responded.

You looked down but didn't see anything. Matt and Chris were further away from you, as well as Colby.

"What's wrong?" Matt asked, seeing your confused expression.

"Something tugged me, I thought it was Nick." You answered.

"Yeah cause I always get the fucking blame." He grumbled, making the others laugh.

"Maybe it's Samantha." Colby suggested.

Just then, one of the flashlights went on, making you all gasp.

"Samantha, if that's you can you touch this flashlight." Sam said, pointing to the light.

It then turned on again, making the guys react. You fell quiet as Matt asked the next question.

"Samantha, was it you who tugged Y/n's t-shirt?" He asked.

The flashlight turned on again, indicating a yes. You smiled a bit, feeling mixed emotions.

"Hi Samantha, I know this might seem scary, but we don't want to upset you. Did you like the sweets we left?" You asked softly. The light turned on again quickly.

"Maybe she's overwhelmed with everything. You have to remember the time period she was from." Colby suggested, just as the light turned on once again.

After a bit, you all decided to explore the area where Carlota was suspected to be. The moment you walked in, it was like someone took all your breath away.

"Fuck." You mumbled, holding your head as you stumbled slightly. Matt who was behind you, quickly grabbed you, holding you up.

"Hey, you okay, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Just went really dizzy." You answered.

"What the fuck!" Chris then exclaimed, making you flinch slightly as he was right behind you.

"What!" Sam exclaimed.

"Where the fuck did you get these scratches?" He called.

Upon hearing this, Sam, Colby and Nick rushed over to you as Chris gently touched the back of your neck. You winced slightly as the boys saw three long scratches down the back of your neck.

"I don't know." You answered, as they inspected the injury.

You all then heard a loud knock in the corner of the room.

"Carlota, is that you?" Colby called.

Another loud knock was heard, making you gasp. Matt kept an arm around you to keep you steady as the others set up the EMF rope. You watched but then started getting sharp pains in your head, causing you to fall to the floor.

"Shit!" Matt grumbled.

"Hey, Y/n, look at me." Matt called.

"Guys, help!" He called for the others.

The other rushed over, Sam leaving the camera to face the opposite wall, the five males surround you to try and support as you kept your eyes tightly shut, groaning in pain.

"Hey Y/n talk to us, what hurts?" Colby called, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Fuck....my....head." You groaned.

"It's gotta be Carlota, maybe she feels threatened?" Sam suggested.

"Carlota if your targeting Y/n, back the fuck up from our girl!" Nick exclaimed.

"No time for jokes, Nick!" Chris scolded.

"I'm not, you dumb fuck." Nick muttered.

"Carlota we order you to leave Y/n alone, you shall not touch her, call out to her or follow her!" Matt shouted.

Suddenly, you fell back. Colby who was behind you, caught you and helped you sit down. Sam rushed to grab you some water to drink as the triplets sat next to you.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" Nick called, as you drank some water.

"Yeah, sorry that was weird." You said.

"Don't be sorry, kid, it's not like you asked for it." Chris responded.

"You want to take a break?" Colby offered.

"If that's okay." You replied.

"Of course and if you don't want to come back in this room, you don't have too." Sam replied.

You nodded as Matt helped you up to your feet. The five of you left the room to take a break, hoping the rest of the night would be calmer.

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[samandcolbyownme]

Just thinking about sitting outside on your porch with Matt, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you watch him hand out Halloween candy to each kid that comes running up with their bags and buckets with so much excitement.

No warnings at all, just pure a fluffy snippet/blurb

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“Trick or treat!”

“Whoaa! Nice costume buddy!” Matt smiles, reaching out to drop the candy into his bag, “Here you go! Happy Halloween!”

You smirk, smiling at the little girl that comes running up to you, “Trick or treat!”

“Look at you! You look beautiful!” You smile, letting her pick out a piece of candy, “Happy Halloween!”

You glance over at Matt who is sitting there looking at you. You smile shyly, “What?” He shakes his head, “Nothing, just.. thinking..”

He turns his attention to the group of children running up giggling, “And who do we have here? A firefighter, a power ranger and someone who has the same costume as me!”

“You’re a cowboy, too!?” The child asks, “Where is your hat?”

“My hat? Oh, yep. I forgot I took it off.” Matt looks around, grabbing his cowboy had from beside him, “Here we go, how about that?”

The child smiles and nods, “I like it!”

Matt smiles big and drops some candy into their bags and buckets, “Have fun tonight, kids!”

“So..” you rest your chin in your hand, your elbow on the armrest of the chair, “You were.. thinking.. about?”

He sighs, “what it’ll feel like to take our own kids trick or treating someday. what they’ll want to be.” He shrugs, shaking his head with a slight laugh, “It’s dumb.”

“It’s not stupid, Matt.” You stand up, moving your chair closer to him, “In fact, I think it’s really sweet that you’re thinking about a future with me.”

He looks over at you, giving you a smile and he sighs, his tone going into country mode, “Aw shucks, darlin’ why don’you, bring those lips over here t’mine.”

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Thanks for reading. I love you so much. Catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[chrissturnsfav]

𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓

you have been friends with the triplets for a while now, but you and matt started sneaking around only about a month ago. you, matt, nick, and chris are watching a movie, but you and matt's minds are traveling elsewhere.

ᰔᩚ fwb!matt, softdom!matt, smut, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 you tap it), creampie, fluff, use of pet names, talking you through it, use of y/n, slight teasing, dirty talk

ᰔᩚ w.c. 1,836

back to the future is playing on the tv in the triplets' living room, but you're struggling to keep your focus on the movie. you, matt, nick, and chris are all sat on the couch in a comfortable silence, the only noise coming from the tv and chris chewing on doritos.

however, underneath the blanket, matt's hand rests on your thigh, getting dangerously close to your core with each passing minute.

your body is practically aching with desire, your mind yelling at you to just text matt to meet you in his bedroom. a quiet exhale leaves your mouth when his hand slowly comes to cup your heat.

your brows furrow slightly as you keep your gaze fixed on the tv—but your mind is anything but focused on the movie when he runs a finger through your clothed folds. you let out another exhale, this one slightly shaky.

matt's eyes are fixed on the tv, his expression focused—but you know what's really on his mind. his hand then moves beneath your pants, then under your panties and he runs two cold fingers through your dripping cunt. you clear your throat to suppress the moan that threatens to leave your mouth.

but then when his two fingers begin to rub slow circles on your bundle of nerves, you gasp slightly, eyes involuntarily closing and matt smirks.

nick furrows his brows at the sound of your gasp before turning to look at you and you immediately open your eyes, looking at the tv screen again.

nick speaks in a confused tone with his brows still furrowed as matt continues his actions on your aching clit, "you good?" he says sarcastically, catching chris' attention and he turns his head to look at you.

you turn your head to look at both of them with a soft smile, "yeah, why?"

nick shrugs, turning his attention back to the tv, chris follows his actions.

matt scoffs under his breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket with the hand that isn't still rubbing at your nub to text you.

matt sturniolo

can't keep quiet can ya

y/n y/l/n

shut up

read, 11:16 pm

matt sturniolo

says you

matt sturniolo

watch this

matt smirks at the messages, tossing his phone aside before slowly pushing his middle finger inside you without warning. his index finger continues to rub circles on your clit, but faster this time.

your eyes widen as you grip the blanket on your lap, lips parting at his sudden actions and you swallow hard, desperately trying to keep quiet.

matt's smirk on his face grows as his eyes stay on the screen. you let out a quiet exhale letting him pump his finger in and out of you for a few moments. as it grows harder for you to suppress your sounds, you pick your phone up again.

y/n y/l/n

matt i can't

y/n y/l/n

we need to go upstairs

matt sturniolo

idk i'm pretty comfy here

y/n y/l/n

please

y/n y/l/n

i can't

matt sturniolo

meet me in my room in 5

matt pulls his fingers out of your pants, wiping them on his pants before shifting out of his seat, "gotta take a piss, be right back," he excuses himself to which chris and nick nod before turning their attention back on the tv.

you nod as well, playing it off as matt disappears upstairs. as you continue to watch the movie, you think of excuses to make as to why you need to leave the room.

five minutes go on and you pull the blanket off your legs, speaking up, "i have to pee," you say standing up.

chris and nick look at your for a second before nodding. you let out a sigh of relief when they don't question you.

when you get upstairs, you scurry to matt's room as your core throbs for attention and you throw the door open, closing and locking it behind you.

matt is sat on the edge of the bed, smirking at your presence before standing up and licking his lips, walking over to you.

you stare up at him through wispy lashes, lust evident in your eyes and a knowing smirk on your lips. you open your mouth to say something, but matt presses a finger against your lips, his face inching close to yours.

"shh," he hushes, staring down at you mischievously, "remember, you're supposed to be in the bathroom, gotta be quiet," he says in a low tone. you reply with a nod and he smirks, "good girl," he mutters, turning you around and walking into you.

your legs hit the back of his bed and he lets you fall, crawling on top of you to hover his body over yours.

his chain dangles in your face and his eyes dart from your lips to your eyes, desire overflowing both of your bodies. he presses his lips against yours and you exhale into his mouth, he takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

your tongues dance in sync for a few seconds, his hands trailing down your waist before resting at the waistband of your sweatpants. he slowly pulls them down, tossing them onto the floor as your arms wrap around his shoulders, silently begging for more.

he smirks against your lips, pulling your panties down and off your body, tossing them to the floor with your sweatpants. you tug at the hem of his shirt, whimpering into his mouth.

he breaks the kiss, his lips swollen as he licks them and looks down at you with a sensual look on his face, "take it off, baby."

you smirk up at him, pulling his shirt over his shoulders. he leans up to pull his jeans down, tossing his shirt and jeans to the floor to join the rest of your discarded clothes.

once he gets your shirt off, he stares down at your exposed body with a bite of his lip, "mmm...so beautiful," he mumbles, his hand trailing down to rest on your hip.

"please," you plead, body now aching for him.

matt smirks down at you, raising his eyebrows, "yeah? you want it?" he asks.

you nod, eyes fluttering closed as he pulls his boxers off his body and his dick springs out, "need it...so bad, matt...please," you mumble.

matt nods, positioning himself between your legs and tapping himself against your sopping entrance. you gasp at his actions, opening your eyes. matt shakes his head as he smirks down at you, "keep those pretty sounds quiet, yeah?"

you nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders again, your legs wrapping themselves around his back, "mhm," you hum into his ear.

"that's my girl," he whispers before slowly pushing himself into you. he hisses quietly at the sensation, eyes closing. your eyes roll back and lips part as you suppress a moan.

matt's hips move rhythmically into you, his pace slow but hard and gentle as he grunts lowly. you desperately try to keep your whimpering low in his ear, panting quietly, "mm...feels s'good," you whisper out a moan.

matt hums quietly in response, "mmm...i know," he moans quietly, continuing his actions bit faster.

you suddenly gasp, slightly loud and matt tuts, slowing his hips again and staring down at you, "shhh...quiet, baby," he whispers in a grunt.

your eyes squeeze shut and you nod, "m-mm-mhm..." you hum, panting quietly and he smirks at your nod, moving fast again.

matt hisses above you, holding your hips in place as he rocks into you biting his lip in pleasure, "fuck...so pretty, so tight..." he mumbles quietly.

you feel the familiar knot in your stomach forming, signaling that you're close and your thighs tighten on his back as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

you pant heavily, throwing your head back into his pillows, "m...mmm...'m gonna...gonna cum," you barely whisper out and matt nods, bringing a hand up to your mouth to muffle your noises as he pulls his head out of your neck.

"mhmmm, cum f'me pretty girl, c'mon," he mumbles lowly, his own high approaching.

you pant against his hand as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes burning into your closed ones. "c'mon, pretty, you got it," he mutters, pulling his hand away to brush his lips against yours. his hand intertwines with your fingers and you squeeze his hand tightly.

the knot in your stomach snaps and your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back as you desperately hold back your moans, letting it come out in a sharp gasp.

matt connects his lips with yours to muffle your sounds, his tongue sliding against yours. you coat his dick in a film of your cum, moaning quietly into his mouth and gripping his clammy hand harder.

"mmm...yeah, baby, look at you," he mumbles against your lips, pulling them away from yours when you begin to come down from your high in low pants.

matt's own high gets closer and his thrusts become sloppier, staring down at you with his eyes rolled back, "fuck...gonna fill you up, baby...gonna fill you up so good," he moans quietly and you nod, fluttering your eyes closed.

matt pulls his forehead away from yours, his hand not intertwined with yours moving to rest on your waist, pulling you down against the sheets to move against his hips.

matt hisses, "shiiit," he mumbles before his cock twitches inside you, coating your walls in his cum. he throws his head back, gasping lowly as you watch him cum.

he rides out his high before pulling out of you, looking down at your pussy to watch his cum dripping out and he spreads your folds to get a closer look. he licks his lips as you sit up on your elbows, still trying to catch your breath. "tsssk, so pretty," he mumbles, not taking his eyes off your core.

you smile softly at him and he shakes his head at your pussy, smiling at it before standing off the bed, "you good?" he asks as he pulls his clothes back on.

you nod, standing up and grabbing your clothes, "mhm, i'm okay," you say, redressing yourself with a small smile.

matt smirks, buttoning his jeans as he looks at you, "i'll go down first, yeah?"

you chuckle, nodding as you pull your shirt back on, "yeah, go ahead."

matt smiles, nodding and ruffling your now messy hair, "you can clean yourself up, right?"

you nod, chuckling again as you stare up at him, "yes, i got it."

matt nods, licking his lips before pecking yours softly and walking towards the door.

when matt leaves his room to go back downstairs, you clean yourself up quickly before staring at your disheveled appearance in his mirror and you shake your head, scoffing to yourself as you wonder what matt's excuse to taking so long is gonna be to his brothers.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: LOVE SOFTDOM!MATT!!! hope you guys liked this hehe. i wrote this how i imagine matt would be during sex which is very soft, talking you through it, while still teasing you a lil bc i think its so hot

thank you for reading!! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™

[softsturn]

morning - m.s

⩩ pairing: matt x fem!reader

⩩ summary: morning sex with matt

⩩ warnings: smut, overstimulation?

⩩ a/n: this is literally my first time writing im sorry if it sucks😭

A glaring light filters through your curtains, rousing you from your tranquil sleep. Grimacing, you awaken to find your boyfriend peacefully asleep on top of you, nestled into your chest. You rub your eyes and yawn, your hand gently caressing his bare back, fingers lightly scratching his smooth skin.

"Mornin." mumbles Matt, a faint smirk almost audible on his lips.

“Did i wake you?” you ask sheepishly.

“Mhm.” he nods, placing a light kiss to your exposed collarbone.

“Sorry.” you mumble, placing an apologetic kiss to his forehead.

"Don't be, pretty girl," Matt whispers, his voice husky with sleep. He kisses your collarbone once more, leisurely moving up your neck, his lips caressing your soft skin, sending shivers down your spine. You sense the morning wood in his pajama pants, pressing against your thigh as he lies on top of you. "How about you make it up to me?" he teases, lifting himself off your chest, offering a mischievous grin before placing a gentle peck on your lips.

“What if im too tired?” you teased back, rolling your eyes. you were tired, but you’re never too tired for him. you liked to play hard to get, but you were already dripping wet for him.

"You just need to lie there and look pretty." Matt says with a boyish grin, his eyes crinkling in a way that makes your heart flutter. These softer, sweeter, and gentler moments are what you live for. Time seems to slow down, as if you two are the only people in the world.

"Mmmkay," you mumble, cupping his jaw and drawing him into a more extended, tender kiss. His tongue gently slips into your mouth, evoking the softest whimper from you. Pulling back slowly, he admires you as if you were an angel sent from above.

"Good girl," he smirks, planting a kiss on your cheek before directing his focus to your clothing. His hands trace down your stomach to your hips, seizing the waistband of your pajama shorts and underwear. Seeking your nod of approval, he swiftly removes both in one motion, and you shiver as the cold morning air brushes against your bare core.

"So, so pretty," he murmurs, positioned between your knees, his hands gliding up and down your thighs. His touch is tantalizingly slow, observing your body's response to every movement. Eventually, his fingers ascend to your core, swiping through your wet folds. "So wet already. I've barely done anything to you, princess."

"Matt, please," you whine, growing frustrated with his deliberate pace. He’s tempted to make you wait, to elicit those desperate pleas, but he's equally eager, if not more so. Swiftly shedding his pajama pants, he leisurely discards his boxers. His long, hard cock springs free, precum glistening at the tip. Gripping your chin, he compels you to meet his gaze.

“Use your words, baby,” he coos.

"Just fuck me already," you whine, gazing up at him with a desperate need to release the tension building in your stomach.

"You're so bratty in the morning," he chuckles, planting a few gentle kisses on your mouth before releasing your chin. Adjusting himself between your knees, he pumps his cock a few times before aligning it with your entrance. His hand finds yours as he gradually eases his tip in, a grunt escaping him at the tight sensation of your pussy. Slowly sliding in until you've taken all of him, he gives you a moment to adjust to the feeling of being stretched out. "So tight, so fucking good for me." he mumbles.

You moan in response, signaling him to begin his movements. He starts thrusting, the rhythm slow and gentle, as if relishing the moment. This only intensifies your need, feeling the knot building up in your stomach. Leaning down, he kisses your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin, leaving visible marks, proclaiming to everyone that you're his. "Faster, please," you beg.

He smirks but complies, lifting your hips slightly for a deeper angle. His thrusts become faster and rougher, the sound of skin slapping and moans filling the room. Placing a hand on your stomach, he gauges his position, bringing the knot in your stomach closer to its breaking point. "Look at you taking me so well," he coos, his voice breathy and low.

"Oh my god, Matt," you mumble, your words fragmented by your moans. He shifts the hand on your stomach down to your clit, his thumb tracing circles to heighten your pleasure. His thrusts quicken, if that's even possible, his breathing heavy, and whimpers escaping from his lips. The intense stimulation brings you to the edge, your hands gripping the bed sheets. "G-gonna cum," you moan louder, despite knowing that others in the house are trying to sleep.

"Yeah? Cum all over my cock, princess." he murmurs, watching as you become a mess beneath him.

His words unravel you, the knot in your stomach slowly releasing as he maintains his relentless thrusts. With a loud moan, you climax over his cock, eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking up, and legs slightly shaking. Yet, he doesn't stop or ease the pace. He persists, his thumb still stimulating your clit while he pounds into you. The overwhelming stimulation prompts you to try pushing his hand away. "T-too much. Can't-"

"You can take it," he cuts you off, continuing to overstimulate you. Thrusting into you with full force, hitting your G-spot with every push, one hand still working on your clit. Loud moans fill the room as he fucks into you. Tears well in your eyes from the intense sensations, and you quickly feel that knot in your stomach tightening again. "C'mon, pretty girl, give me one more."

Each thrust brings you closer to the edge, feeling his movements become more erratic. The familiar knot tightens in your stomach, ready to be released once more. His grip on your hips tightens as he senses your pussy clenching around him, signaling the onset of your climax. Leaning down, he kisses you, your hands entwining in his hair, both of you moaning into each other's mouths. "Cum with me, baby," he moans.

With his words, you climax around his cock for the second time this morning, releasing loud moans. Your legs shake, tears falling from your eyes due to the overwhelming sensation. As he feels your pussy clench around him, thrusting you through your second orgasm, it's enough to push him over the edge. He cums into your pussy, white stripes of cum shooting inside you. He slows his thrusts until he stops, his slightly sweaty body collapsing onto yours as he catches his breath. Your fingers lazily comb through his hair as you pant underneath him. "Fuck, you did so good. So good for me," he whispers, giving you a kiss on the forehead. Slowly lifting himself off of you, he pulls out of your sensitive pussy. Admiring his work as a bit of cum drips from your core, he kisses your cheek and wipes away your tears. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, no, no. It felt so good. I love you." you reassure him, cupping his jaw and pulling him into a quick kiss.

“Good. I love you too.” he mumbled against your lips, his tender words lingering before he pulls away. He rises from the bed with purpose, making his way to the bathroom in order to quickly clean himself and get a wet washcloth to clean you. Returning with the cloth, a waterbottle, and an adoring smile on his face, he crawled back into bed. He gently and carefully cleaned you, making sure not to be too rough with your sensitive core. He grabbed you a fresh pair of panties, helping you get them on before laying down next to you in exhaustion. His arms drew you closer, making you cuddle into his chest. You lazily wrapped an arm around his waist, nuzzling in his warmth. He gently rubbed your back, listening to your soft breaths, the two of you being lulled back into the peaceful embrace of sleep.