#Matthew Sturniolo One Shot

[pinkssluv]

Bsf! Matt Sturniolo messages (7) -> (8)

Hiii this is the edit lol. It was made by (@mlucent) on TikTok!

[jazminrhode1]

can you please please do a fic where they are on the podcast and they have matt or chris' gf on the podcast and they talk about their relationship and it's really cute and the guy is just so in lvoe? omg please i need this haha

Forever Be Your Always Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

“Good morning, campers. Welcome back to the cut the camera podcast,” Nick feigned enthusiasm, “can you believe we’re still doing this?”

You sat in Matt’s regular spot, kind of nervous and kind of excited.

You never did this. You never got involved with the triplet’s content. Matt had filmed countless vlogs for his personal channel with you that he never posted. Not because he was embarrassed or wanted to hide your relationship but, because he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire.

The fans were fine. They had no choice but to be fine. You and Matt had been dating since before they started YouTube. You were in more of their videos in the early days but, you kept out of it these days.

Nick was the one who suggested you come on the podcast. He was sick of editing you out of content. Chris was the one who said they should take a stand and let fans know that they weren’t going to ignore the hate that you get online anymore.

It didn’t really bother you. Not matter what anyone said, Matt was still your boyfriend, Nick and Chris were still some of your best friends.

“Today we’re here with a very special guest,” Nick gestured to Matt to finish the intro.

“It’s y/n” Matt announced as Chris and Nick cheers.

“Thanks, you guys,” you laughed. This felt more natural than you had expected. After a while you forgot that the microphones were even there.

You answer questions that Matt had answered a million times before. Where did you meet? How long have you been dating? What is your favorite thing about each other?

Chris claimed that he got the two of you together and, to be honest, you couldn’t remember if that was true. All you knew was that you were thankful for Matt everyday.

“Okay, fans want to know what it’s like dating the grumpiest motherfucker on the planet,” Nick asked.

You rolled your eyes.

“Matt is not that grumpy. Really, he’s not. You just get so animated for the vlogs, and sometimes you do too much - I don’t think he likes that,” you answered. Nick pretended to take offence but, you two had never been anything but honest with eachother. And, you knew that Nick’s energy is was a hgue part of why they had been so successful.

“Another fan wanted to know if this is the kind of relationship that your younger self would have pictured,” Chris asked.

“That’s a great question,” you said and the boys agreed.

“I mean, we’ve known each other for so long. Almost all of my memories have one of you in them. Like, our moms are so close, our Dad’s golf together, my Uncle was just at your Grandma’s house doing some electrical stuff. You know, we’ve vacationed together. There’s just so much shared history even before we started dating. I don’t know that a lot of people can say that they met their partner at 5 years old and started dating 10 years later. That doesn’t answer your question.” 

You thought it over for a moment.

“I think when I was younger, I thought that someone would come along and sweep me off my feet. I didn’t think it would be my desk buddy from the second grade, you know?”

Matt just smiled. For him, he always knew.

“But, I could not have dreamt him up. I don’t think you could have convinced a younger me that I would get this lucky. That I would have found my person at 15 years old or that our families would become so entangles or that his brothers would become 2 of my best friends, you know”?

“Yeah,” Chris said. His eyes glistened.

“Another question was, do you feel like you missed out on anything since you started dating Matt at such a young age?” Nick asked.

“It’s a fair questions but, no. Even our parents when we graduated were like… are you sure you don’t want to live life separately for a little while, and that was just never on the cards for me.”

“And, Matt what about you? Do you feel like you missed out on anything?” Nick asked.

“No. I have gained more that I could have imagined from being with y/n,” he began. “I feel like I will go through my whole life as a triplet being understood by two other people in this unspoken, unexplainable way. And, in the best way, we were kind of forced together by nature and you are two of the closest people to me and, even if I don’t say it often, I love you guys and I wouldn’t be here with out.”

Chris and Nick exchanged a look. Matt wasn’t usually as forthcoming with his feelings if it wasn’t with you.

“In saying that, I don’t believe in soul mate or destiny because that implies that I don’t have a choice in this. Everyday, I wake up and I thank God that it’s next to y/n. And every day it’s the easiest choice to be with her. And every choice that I make, I consider her above anyone else.I don’t want a relationship, a marriage, a family if it wasn’t with y/n. There is no one else that understands me or supports me or loves me in the way that y/n does. You can’t put a price on that and you can’t manufacture it and if, for whatever reason, we were to break up I know that I will never find this again,” Matt said as he reached for you hand over the bench.

You saw a glint of sadness wash over Chris’ face. Nick was swooning.

“Do you think you guys will get married?” Nick asked. He was straying from the previously agreed up list of questions.

“One day. If there is one thing that y/n’s Dad told me is to enjoy every season. Enjoy being a kind, enjoy dating as teenagers, dating as young adults, don’t rush things because you’ll get to the end of your life and regret not really living in the moment,” Matt said.

“Your Dad’s so smart,” Chris said.

“Yeah, he and Matt are big on the motivational speeches,” you joked.

You answered a few more questions about future plans and Matt’s unpublished vlogs. Chris went on a non-sensical rant about not wanting a girlfriend while simultaneously wanting a relationship that you and Matt had. You knew that he was only scared that the girl he dated would only want to be with him because of his job. You knew that would break his heart.

As they wrapped up and you crawled out from behind the desk, Matt wrapped you in a hug and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

Without saying a word, you knew how deeply he loved. Everything is better with him and he will forever be your always.

[sweetshuga]

MS ✰ String you out ✧ CS

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Warnings⚠︎ Smut!, Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, threesome!, size kink, lowkey breeding kink, pet names, p in v, dp, unprotected sex (do not), oral (m! receiving), squirting, vibe, slight intoxication (but full consent), etc.

Word count. 3k

Note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

Psa. Matt refers to reader as "pretty" and Chris refers to reader as "ma", just so you don't get confused with the dialogues.

Sum. Everything goes south when you show up at the campus Halloween party in a tiny black witch costume; becoming their prey for the night.

You weren’t prepared when your best friend came knocking at your door with a big duffle bag, trying to convince you to come to the annual Halloween party, but you had already decided to stay in your dorm room and continue doing your assignments.

"C’mon, don’t be like that, I even bought us matching costumes," she stepped inside, letting you close the door behind her. "I can help you do your make-up, please?" Your friend begged, plopping down on your bed. You sighed and rubbed your temple, "I told you already, I’m not going, that Halloween party will probably be just like a frat one and you know how I am about frat parties."

Your friend crossed her arms with raised eyebrows, "no, it won’t be like a frat party, but I guess there’ll be those fraternity guys there since you know... Campus party, everyone’s gonna be there–" you cut her off, "except for me," causing her to collapse back onto your bed.

"Pretty please?" She pleaded again, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically, making you laugh. "No, like I said–" she cut you off with a groan, "c’mooon, Halloween happens only once a year..." her voice trailed off as a grin made its way onto her lips, "if you go this once, I won’t bug you again, like I promise I won’t ask you to come to frat parties with me."

You couldn’t help but be tempted with the deal, clearing your throat as you looked at her, "you serious?" She nodded vigorously, "yeah, I am, I am dead serious, so? will you?" You sighed and nodded, eliciting a happy "yay" from her.

She immediately spilled the contents from her huge duffel bag, tons of make-up products and two matching witch costumes. You picked one up, inspecting it. The costume was incredibly short and could almost pass off as a long shirt.

"Are you serious? This is what you picked?" She gave you a deadpanned look, "it’s Halloween! You know what they say, the only time of the year to be as slutty as you want." She nudged your arm, grinning, "plus I bet guys would go nuts when they see you in this."

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Your friend helped you with your make-up, and as you looked in the mirror, you felt like you were someone else, in a good way. The costume was short, but it made you feel a bit more confident than usual. The black heel boots you had lying around – that you’ve been wanting to wear for so long – seemed to match the vibe of the dress.

The long sleeves and overall style of the costume had already started to grow on you. "Not too bad," you said as you curled your hair, "yeah? told you so," your friend grinned triumphantly, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner.

The moment you arrived at the party, your ears immediately rang at the loud music, "fuck, why is it so loud here?" you shouted to your friend, trying to get your words across the short distance, but the music drowned out your voice.

"It’s always this loud, you’re just not used to it, c’mon, let’s get drinks!" She dragged you towards the table of drinks, expertly weaving through the crowd. Alcohols that you didn’t even know the names of were stacked in an oddly neat way along with soft drinks, water and way too many solo cups.

A girl standing by the table, dressed as the grinch, offered to make you and your friend drinks, halloween specials. As you were sipping on your drink, you noticed a pair of guys, almost identical looking.

"Holy fuck, you know who they are?" you nudged your friend, jerking your head at the direction of the guys dressed as vampires. She followed your gaze and looked at them, "yeah?" she chuckled, "you don’t?" Shaking your head as you kept your gaze on the guys, unable to take it off of them.

"Of course you don’t, you’re always buried in schoolwork," she clicked her tongue, "they’re quite famous around campus you know?" You let out a huff, taking another big gulp of your drink, groaning at the burn of the mixed alcohols. "So? Who are they?"

"The one with the cap is Chris and the one that doesn’t have a cap is Matt, obviously, they’re identical triplets, but I don’t think Nick’s here today." You let out an "oh" sound of understanding before you took another sip of your drink.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl," your friend shrugged, telling you all she knew about them, "yeah... couldn’t care less, c’mon let’s just dance or something," you said pulling your friend away from the table of drinks and onto the dance floor. You couldn’t help but feel interested despite your words.

After one too many drinks and a few stolen glances later, you found yourself in a bathroom, two pairs of hands roaming over your body while you shared a kiss with one of the guys—the one with the cap.

The other one kissed your neck, trailing it down to your collarbone and leaving love bites there before going back to your neck. The one with the cap broke the kiss, "you know our names ma?" He breathed out, "uh... you’re Chris, and he’s Matt, right?" you asked hesitantly, the slight intoxication making your mind a jumbled up mess.

"Mhm—bingo, pretty," Matt whispered, his lips grazing just under your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as they continued to kiss and caress your body, your body reacting to every word and touch from them, making their faces light up with smirks.

Their fake fangs nipped at your skin, causing you to gasp softly each time. "Say, let’s go to a more comfortable place?" Chris suggested, "Yeah, can’t really do much in a bathroom," Matt chuckled as he added.

They led you out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd of people dancing. You tried to find your friend to tell her you were going but you couldn't find her in the crowd. Suddenly, you got a message and a photo from her apologizing saying that she was gonna head home with her boyfriend since it was getting late. How convenient.

You sighed and let the guys lead you out of the party, your costume rode up ever so slightly as you tried to balance on the heel boots in your slightly tipsy state. You were very much aware of your surroundings and the two fellas, dressed as vampires, leading you towards their car.

"Where are we going?" You asked, a bit puzzled but willing. Matt and Chris both chuckled in unison at your confused state, "oh yeah, we’re gonna go to our place, you mind?" Chris asked as he looked back at you, "I mean, if you don’t feel comfortable with that, we could always hit up a hotel," Matt shrugged.

You hummed, looking back and forth between them before making your decision, "no, yeah, i’m good with your place," they both visibly relaxed and grinned, "alright then, hop in, pretty," Matt said as he opened the backseat door.

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The drive to their place was fairly fast, accompanied by small talks and laughter, but that quickly turned into heated kisses and breathy moans once you got inside their house. Stumbling into one of their rooms, they started to strip you out of the skimpy costume.

Gently pushing you on the bed before they started to strip themselves, your gaze raked over their bodies as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once they were matching you in nakedness, they sat on either side of you, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful ma, so fucking beautiful," Chris murmured against the swell of your breast, "mhm... so pretty" Matt whispered an agreement in your ear before kissing along your jawline, his hand caressing your body, slowing inching down to cup your mound.

You hissed softly when his fingers made in contact with your swollen clit, slick with arousal, and throbbing for attention. The brothers quickly picked up on your growing need and desperation as they saw just how wet you had become.

Your folds glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the obvious need evident in your tone when Chris plunged a finger inside your tight heat. "Fu—ck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping in a second finger and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers.

"Someone’s eager," Matt chuckled, his voice a bit deeper than usual, betraying his arousal. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.

The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you feel more than usual or just the brothers themselves, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.

They adjusted your position, easily manhandling you, but their touch was gentle– almost tender if you will. The new position gave them more to work with. You were on your hands and knees and they stood on their knees on either side of you, still squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they could touch.

They were big – huge even – it made you feel a bit nervous. They were easily 10", and who knows how thick, standing tall and proud. You gulped softly when Chris gripped your hip with one hand and led his length towards your aching pussy. The tip of his cock slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against him.

They chuckled at your needy gestures and sounds, "you’re so responsive ma, ’s intoxicating," Chris emphasized his words with a slap on your ass, causing you to jolt and whine, his hand gently caressing the reddening skin.

Matt, being the one in front of you, caressed your cheek and made you look up at him by lifting your face by your jaw. Smirking when he saw the desperation in your eyes, "what’s up pretty? Can’t handle a little teasing?" He spoke with faux sympathy, making you all the more desperate.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt the sudden stretch, causing you to move forward—trying to get away from the sensation, only to be held in place by two pairs of hands. Chris clicked his tongue, "relax ma," his hands squeezed your ass, sinking his fingers in your plush flesh as he moved forward, filling you completely.

"Oh fu—ck, Chris too big–" your moans got muffled when Matt fed you his length, groaning at the sensation of your mouth on him and the vibrations from your moans as Chris took you from behind.

Chris’ pupils dilated when he saw the way your ass recoiled against his hips with each deep and slow thrust, he gripped your hips tighter and surged forward with increasing fervor. The force of it pushed you forward, each thrust making you involuntarily deepthroat Matt, making them both groan at the pleasure.

Chris suddenly pulled out, and stood up, "I think I’ve got something nice." Matt chuckled when he understood what Chris implied and pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. You looked at them confused, feeling empty and still aching with need.

A few minutes later, Chris came back with a vibrator and a bottle of lube in hand. You blinked rapidly as your gaze flickered between the brothers, making them chuckle, "don’t worry pretty, we’ll make you feel good, ’promise." Chris sat on the bed behind you, getting in position again.

"Alright ma, up," he playfully slapped your ass before helping you back in the position you were in moments ago, but this time you were facing Chris with Matt behind you. Your moans filled the room once again when Matt entered you, stretching you deliciously.

Your moans were quickly muffled by Chris’ cock, which you eagerly let in your mouth, and the pleasure was already bordering on too much. Your body tensed when you felt vibrations on your clit. Matt groaned loudly when he felt you clench around him like a vice, his hips picking up pace in response.

Your moans vibrated around Chris’ shaft, making him buck his hips faster, fucking your mouth as he gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your eyes rolled back briefly as Matt hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan louder.

The vibrations of the vibe increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. That was when Matt held you by your waist and started to target a specific spot—your g-spot.

The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but their hands kept you in place. With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn them due to Chris’ cock in your mouth. The brothers let out breathy chuckles when they saw the mess you were making, but didn’t stop nevertheless.

They followed you soon after, their releases filling up your holes. You couldn’t even keep yourself steady on your legs and arms anymore, it was all threatening to buckle under you any second.

Carefully, they laid you down, and seeing the wrecked state you were in just seemed to fuel their desires further. Their semi-hard lengths hardened once more as they gazed down at you. Your disheveled hair, the hickeys adorning your body, Matt’s release trickling out of you and Chris’ dripping down your chin.

Matt’s hand came up to caress your side, causing a breathy sigh to escape your lips, "you think you can go one more round pretty?" Chris chuckled softly, "mhm—ma, don’t think we can get enough of you, think you can take us both?"

"Both? like at the same time?" you whispered, your voice already hoarse from overuse. They nodded, chuckling as they helped you into a sitting position, "yeah, we’ve got lube, but it’s fine if you’re not up for it, pretty—" you cut him off, "well, I don’t mind, i mean... if it can fit that is..." your voice trailed off as you looked down at their laps.

"Don’t worry, ma, we’ll make it fit," is all you heard before they got in position. Matt laying with you on top of him and Chris behind you. The pop of the lube cap made your body shiver in anticipation, the mildly cold oil jolting every nerve as it ran down your slit, making you shudder.

Matt slowly pushed inside, eliciting a soft moan from you, and as you finally adjusted to his size, Chris nudged himself on your already full pussy. "Shh— ’s alright, pretty, just relax," Matt cooed from under you, his arms holding you in place as Chris entered you from behind. You squirmed under their touch, moaning loudly, and the stretch being too much, too big.

Chris grunted at the tightness as he pushed inside, stilling when he bottomed out inside you, "shit ma, so fuckin’ tight," he hissed through his teeth. Matt chuckled, his voice huskier, "yeah, you like how we stretch you, pretty? how fuckin’ big we are?" You could only mumble a "yes" that sounded more like a whimper.

They let you adjust to their sizes—the fullness and the stretch. Their hands caressed your body soothingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing your shoulders and neck.

You finally relaxed around them, moaning softly at the sudden pang of pleasure from being filled to the brim. Your pleasure didn’t go unnoticed by Matt and Chris, chuckling to themselves as they started to move. Your world blurred as you felt an immense pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Your body moved on its own, meeting their thrusts, wanting more of that delicious feeling. And all that only made them move faster – harder – thrusting into you with renewed fervor. Your hands clutched whatever you could hold, grounding yourself so you wouldn’t get consumed by the pleasure.

"Fu—ck pretty, so fuckin’ tight," Chris mumbled an agreement, both of them holding you in place as they took what they wanted. You could only hold on, and moan for them. "Shit, gonna fill you up so good— swell you with my cum, ma," Chris groaned, "Yeah, fuck— you ready for us pretty?" Matt added, muffling his sounds of pleasure on your shoulder.

You mumbled a plea for them to cum inside you—to which they gladly did, groaning and moaning as they filled you up. Their combined release spilled out from the sides, making a mess.

Gently pulling out from your well-used hole, their chests heaved with exertion. In spite of their softening cocks, they couldn’t help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when they saw the sight of their mixed release trickling out of your pussy.

They both groaned under their breaths before exchanging knowing glances, a silent conversation between them, and slowly alerting you about their insatiable desires for you. "You okay, pretty?" Matt’s hand caressed your cheek while Chris squeezed your ass, "we’re not done with you ma, not by a long shot."

They chuckled as they saw you look at them surprised, but didn’t protest or say no, instead pulled them closer – a silent plea for more. "We’re gonna fuck this pussy so good," Matt whispered in your ear, "and fill you up with our spend until you swell with our babies," Chris added, whispering in your other ear.

Their words were filled with promises, and that alone made you feel immense pleasure, a need for more.

The next morning, you woke up with a bad headache, and sore all over. It wasn’t a surprise that you had a hangover but it was a surprise when you became aware of your surroundings. You were in an unknown room, entangled with not one, but two guys. It didn’t help that they were brothers, identical brothers.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl." Your friend’s words echoed in your head. Guess it wasn’t true after all, their bro code.

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wc. 3,086

Isa's notes. I've never written a Chratt fic before, or anything with two love interests, or a threesome in that matter so like... my bad if it's shit.

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

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© sweetshuga

[byechristopher]

(after) fights w/Chris.

-CHRIS STURNIOLO HEADCANONS.

Author's note: I am kinda back? I guess. Anyways, you know how it goes, I love fluff, I love angst. I feel like Chris is a stubborn mf, so I've got a lot to write about him. BTW. Give me requests.

Warnings: niente.

Chris, being a stubborn lil' shit, would never admit he's in the wrong. Definitely not in the beginning.

He would shout and scream to get his point across, especially if he felt like he was being wrongly accused.

I feel like he's the type to "hold grudges" for quite some time, not because he doesn't want to speak to you, but because he wouldn't know how to start talking about it.

Even when you two are not talking to each other, he'd do something to get your attention without trying to seem desperate or clingy (even though he is).

He'd make you your favorite meal, leaving the plate right beside you and then leaving right away, "uhm. I made you this. You didn't eat today."

He would also do things without you noticing; like put a lil' snack in your bag before you go to work, or tuck you in while you're sleeping, or take a strand of hair that's bothering you, tucking it behind your ear.

He would never be the first one to talk about it. Though, once you say "hey, let's talk"; it's over. He'll be begging for your attention and/or forgiveness.

"You know you're like.. the love of my life, yeah? I never want to hurt you."

He'd get super soft and gentle with you after every fight.

Cuddles and soft kisses to make you feel better would be his way to show you how sorry he is.

"I'm stupid. I didn't mean to shout. I'm sorry."

"I will forgive you.

Gimme a hundred kisses right now."

"Say no more."

And he would do exactly that; he'd spoil you with kisses with every chance he gets.

I just love cuddly and soft Chris after a fight. I want to squeeze him.

[sagesturns]

Live Photo

Summary: Matt had never hated a live photo more, yet deep down, he knew he'd always love it to the core because it was something he could never fully let go of. Something he couldn’t erase, no matter how hard he tried.

Contains: angst

The party was loud. The bass of the music rumbled through Matt's chest, vibrating the couch he was slumped on. Lights flashed in chaotic patterns, streaks of red, blue, green, white—blinding him in every direction. The people around him seemed to disappear into the rhythm of the music, swaying and moving in sync, their voices rising and falling in a blur of laughter and shouts.

But he didn’t care.

Nick had vanished along with most of his friends out on the patio, and Chris was somewhere else with his own friends, gossiping about something which really did not concern Matt. The crowd was too much, too overwhelming, too loud. The air felt thick with sweat, the smell of cheap beer, and something else—something he couldn’t name. But it didn’t bother him. Not anymore.

He just released his body into the old sofa cushions, hugging the sleeves of his hoodie tighter as if it might save him from anything. He could still feel the vibration from the speakers under the floor, the pulse of the beat, but he wasn’t listening. He wasn’t there, not really.

It was all noise—just background to the silence inside his head.

He got his phone out of his pocket and idly scrolled around. Scrolling through social media, he briefly skimmed a couple of comments from his friends without engaging with any of their notifications, like annoying little electronic flies buzzing around his head. None of it interested him. The screen was just a way to distract himself from everything happening around him—and, more importantly, from everything happening inside of him.

He idly swiped the thumb over the app one by one until it reached the photo gallery.

It was instinct, a part of him that reached for the past without even thinking. He tapped it open.

At first, there were just random pictures—some blurry shots from parties, selfies with his brothers, a few candid moments with friends. But then, something stopped him.

A photo of you.

It was an old one. One from before everything had changed. A time when things felt… easier. The memory of it hit him in a way he wasn’t prepared for.

His chest tightened. He hadn't meant to stumble on it, hadn't meant to open it. But there it was. You were smiling—really smiling—in that picture. Your eyes were bright, like you were in on some private joke that only the two of you shared. Your laugh, captured in that moment, was so genuine, so alive. The strobe lights flashed in his peripheral vision, but they appeared out of reach, even unreal. The voices, the laughter, the wild beat of the party—all mellowed. He couldn’t even hear the music anymore. All sound was swallowed up by the vision of your smile, your face, the picture of pure joy, and it was almost impossible to take in.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed you—how much he’d been avoiding that feeling. He fixated on the photo, as if he was being choked by the lack of something he didn't know how to restore.

For a brief second it got stuck in a pause, his thumb touching the screen, hesitant. He wasn't willing to revisit that portion of his life. Not now. But the longer he stared at your face, the harder it was to look away. And when he swiped along the screen he, spontaneously, tapped on the photo.

And then it happened.

The photo blinked. The screen flickered. And the sound came back—your laugh. It wasn’t loud at first, just a soft giggle, like a memory drifting through the air. But then it grew. Clearer. Louder. Real.

It was as if he could also hear it, even now, even with the music at such great volume, your laugh felt like the loudest melancholy in the world. Just then, the world around him started to blur.

His breath caught in his throat. It was like hearing a ghost—like you were suddenly right there with him. It was a joke he hadn’t heard in ages and yet it seemed such a fresh, real, experience, as though to experience the heat of it.

The sound of it did something to his heart. Something sharp. Something heavy. His breath became caught, and he felt himself to be somberly holding his breath.

He looked back over the photo, experiencing the burn in his throat. The image was alive. You were so alive in it, your smile stretching wide, your eyes full of happiness, your face glowing with something so pure, so real. It was a snapshot in time, an almost forgotten memory.

And then, the sound of your laugh… it hit him like a wave.

It wasn’t just the sound of you laughing anymore. It was a force, almost overwhelming. The music from the party seemed to fade out completely, as if it couldn’t compete with it. The laughter filled the entire space around him, even though no one else could hear it. It was the loudest object in the world, as a sound effect of something so beautiful this was almost unbearable to recall.

He shut his eyes for a moment, and did his best to resist a feeling of lump in the pit of his stomach.

The laugh was so familiar, yet so foreign now. It felt like he’d forgotten how much it meant to hear it. Forgotten how it used to make his heart race, how it made everything feel lighter, simpler. Like everything was okay. Like you were okay.

The more he listened, the more his heart twisted.In that moment, everything he’d been avoiding—the regret, the guilt, the silence that had come after—suddenly rushed back to him. It was all so clear.

He missed you. More than he was ready to admit. More than he was willing to let himself feel.

The picture was still on his phone. The smile, the joy, the love that seemed to radiate from it. He almost didn’t want to look at it anymore. It was too much, too painful to see something so perfect, something so real, that was lost now. That was gone.

He sat for ages, thumb poised over the glass, the sound of laughter still ringing in his head, and the world kept going, ticking to a beat. But to him, it was all a blur.And as the sound of your laughter faded away, he knew he would never forget it. Never forget how it made him feel.

He just didn’t know how to get it back.

Word count: 1k

a/n: first matt angst. hope yall like ittt! tysmm for all the love on my recent fics, cant be more grateful, love you all <3

Tags: @sweetshuga

@sagesturns

[user9298274001127482]

Bad Mood

pairing: bf!matt x gf!reader

a one-shot where matt goes over to y/n’s place but he’s had a bad day and takes it out on her

warnings: slight angst but mostly fluff

9:00pm

You were currently at your apartment waiting for Matt to come over so the two of you could watch a movie and have a sleepover. You and Matt usually had 2-3 sleepovers a week, sometimes at his place and sometimes at yours.

You both already had each others house keys so you were just waiting for him in your bedroom. You hear keys jangling and footsteps coming closer to your bedroom.

The bedroom door opens and you see Matt. He’s in grey sweats and a black hoodie and he has a frown on his face which you don’t notice at first. “Hey” You stand up and walk over to greet him. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him. He dodges the kiss.

“Hey” he mumbles before walking over to ur bed and sitting up leaning against the bedhead. He scrolls on his phone and doesn’t even look at you. Matt never doesn’t kiss you. Why was he acting so weird?

You settle into warm sheets next to him but not cuddling or touching him in any way. “There’s this new movie on Netflix that seems like something we would like, do you wanna watch now or later?” You ask with a smile on your face in excitement. His eyes are still glued to his phone and he definitely heard you. “Does it look like I wanna watch a movie?” He asks referring to him scrolling on Tiktok.

“Oh sorry” you reply in denial of how weird he was acting. A few minutes go by and he’s still mindlessly scrolling, you re adjust closer to him and link your arm with his and rest ur chin on his shoulder. “Can I watch with you?” you ask glancing at the video on his phone.

“Can you get off me” he moves his shoulder and unlinks his arm, “And just watch tiktok on ur phone” he says. You feel like you’re gonna cry just because he pushed you off him but you decide to ask him why he’s in a mood.

“Why are you in such a bad mood?” you blurt out and watch him turn his phone off and look at you. “Why am I in such a bad mood? Not my fault your so goddamn clingy all the time, the second I come in here your all over me asking for kisses and hugs, just let me breathe a little gosh” he huffs and rolls his eyes.

“Well you’ve never had a problem with it till now I’m sorry I didn’t-“ “Just shut the fuck up making excuses and shit, all you do is just piss me off I don’t even know why I came over, your so annoying to be around” He raises his voice.

annoying? You think, tears are welling up in your eyes now, how could your own boyfriend think you were annoying? “Okay well if I’m so annoying why don’t you just go home?” you say holding back tears. He gets off the bed and storms off.

A few seconds later you exit your bedroom to go to the living room and Matt’s already left, or so you thought. You don’t hold back your tears anymore and let them fall and dampen your cheeks. Right as your about to sit on the couch you turn around to see Matt, he’s still here putting his shoes on.

You immediately attempt to wipe your tears not wanting him to see you like this. He’s looking at you with guilt of making you cry and lashing out on you. “Oh y/n….” he looks at you as he walks over. He pulls you into his arms. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry” He says as he lifts ur chin up so your eyes meet. He brushes his fingertips under your eyes wiping the tears for you.

“Am I really annoying? I’m sorry I don’t try to- “No no trust me I love you and I love how clingy you are. You could never annoy me baby I was just in a bad mood and took it out on you. I’m so sorry” he says peppering kisses on your cheek.

“Okayyy but If I am annoying you tell me, I don’t wanna make you upset” you say looking at the floor. “Cmon as if you could ever annoy me” he smirks and squishes your face with his hands making you giggle.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest. “I love you” he says while playing with your hair. “I love you too, now can I get my kiss? You know…the one you dodged?” you playfully roll your eyes.

“Yeah you can get a million kisses to make up for it” He pushes you onto the couch so your laying down and he climbs on top of you, peppering kisses all over your face, lips and neck. “I love you so much” He continues kissing you.

[nickgurl4life]

♡BAKERS DOZEN♡

Summary: With Chris and Nick out with friends, Matt finally decides this is the perfect time to fulfill your dream date~

Content!Warning: None just pure fluff and kisses, just a cute little Matt blurb <3

A/N: I have barely any ideas, but this lovely woman @bernardsbendystraws gave me this idea, so this is her idea, and I portrayed it <3

Today, Chris and Nick had plans with friends, Chris was gonna hang out with Nate for the day, and Nick was gonna go with Madison, This sparked an idea in Matt's brain. He knows your dream date is a baking date because every time you guys try to think about date activities, that's the first idea that leaves your mouth. So today he was going to fulfill it, well he needed to make his day was your smile and your laugh, if you were happy he was happy. God, he was so whipped for you that it was crazy. It was so evident that Chris and Nick always teased him anytime he was making goo-goo eyes at you.

So, while you were taking your daily afternoon nap on his bed, he left for the store to buy all the ingredients for cupcakes, and of course, all the icing colors you love. After 30 minutes of being gone, he comes back, and you're still asleep, good. He sets everything up on the counter and then runs excitedly upstairs to wake you up. "Baby...wake upppp..." he says in a sing-song tone as he gently shakes you. "Cmon! I have a suprise wake your butt up sleepy head~" he says again as he shakes you harder.

You stir awake and slowly sit up, "huh...??" You say sleepily as you rub your eyes. "What's happening?" You mumble as you tilt your head in confusion. He lets out a chuckle as he speaks up, "I said, wake up cause I have a suprise!" He smiles as your eyes light up and you gently climb out of bed. You go to the bathroom to do your morning pee, and he waits calmly outside the door. When you come out, he leads you downstairs and to the kitchen, all while covering your eyes. "Okay~ you ready, baby?" He says, and you can basically heat the smile in his voice. "Yes!!" You squeal happily as you smile.

When you give him the signal, he pulls his hands away. "I know you've always wanted a baking date, so I thought since Nick and Chris are gone today, why not give you what you've been asking for..." he says softly as he kisses your temple, waiting for a reaction. He smiles as he watches your eyes sparkle, and you jump a bit in excitement. "Baking date!!??" You yell with a smile.

He chuckles, "Yes baby, a baking date, I know you've wanted to have one of these since the beginning of our relationship so..." he pats your butt a couple of times as a signal for you to go to the counter. You don't hesitate and run to the counter, looking at everything. "Oh my god!! I'm so excited!" You squeal with a big smile and run over to him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you!!" You say happily as he chuckles and hugs you back. "Your welcome baby, now are we gonna bake them or just stare?" He teases as you both walk over to get started.

You guys start the baking, and after what felt like hours, the cupcakes were in the oven, and you had flour in your hair, and he had flour all over his face. You guys tidy up everything so you have room to make decorate them when they are done. While you're tidying up, Matt hits the bowl with the excess batter in it, and it splashes all over his back. You guys gasp, stay silent, then burst into fits of laughter.

"O-oh my g-god you did not -" You choke out while laughing, falling onto the floor onto your knees, and him as well. Your stomachs hurt from how much you're laughing. After a bit, the cupcakes are done, and you guys are decorating. By the time you guys finish decorating, you have white and pink frosting everywhere. You guys are cleaning up the frosting. At that moment, Nick and Chris come home. Chris being Chris grabs a cupcake and bites into it and gets a suprise...you guys didn't check if the cupcakes were fully cooked.

Chris feels his mouth fill with uncooked batter and screams in disgust as he spits it out in the trashcan. His reaction causing you, Matt, and Nick to laugh. "Don't laugh at me!" Chris yells as he gags, causing you guys to laugh more. Chris runs to the sink and turns it on, sticking his head under and washing his mouth out. "Chris your overreacting dude-" Nick says as he laughs. After a bit Nick and Chris excuse themselves to bed and you and Matt lay on the couch, he turns on a movie as you cuddle close. As the movie plays his attentions on you...god he knows he's marrying you someday and that might be soon.

(AGAIN TY SO MUCH @bernardsbendystraws for giving me this idea and also tysm for the Dividers <3)

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[sturnsjtop]

give me 4-7 business days to recover from those pictures. OMFG

[teapartyprincess4two]

nick x yapper!bsf!reader is a must

Talkative- N. Sturniolo

pairing: Yapper!reader x BestFriend!Nick

classification: platonic SFW head cannons

warnings: use of y/n, slight cursing (bitch is said too many times)

inspiration: request^^

summary: head cannons of Nick with a yapper bff!

Talkative- M. Sturniolo (Matt’s Version)

Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

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☆SFW

Nick loves to talk, everyone knows this to be a true fact. No one has been able to keep up with his talkative persona, but when he met you, he met his match.

☆ You have a habit of barging into Nick’s room unannounced with your phone in hand, a bag of snacks in the other.

☆ “BITCH, YOU WON’T GUESS WHAT I JUST HEARD!” you announce, throwing yourself on the bed next to Nick.

☆ Nick rolls his eyes but despite your rude intrusion, he can’t even be mad. He’s desperate for the gossip, “I’m not guessing, just tell me.”

☆ “Actually… wait, let me guess.”

☆ You love teasing Nick about how handsome his brothers are. You don’t even have a real crush on either of them, it’s just fun to watch his reactions.

☆ A straw rests in your mouth, your eyes trained on the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen across the food court. You’re practically drooling.

☆ “Girl, what the fuck are you looking at?” Nick asks, following your gaze.

☆ “Oh just the sexiest man I’ve ever seen… well, after Matt of course,” you reply, a sly smirk on your face.

☆ Nick doesn’t respond, eyes squinting in annoyance.

☆ “Chris can get it too with that long, sexy hair. Oh, and Matt with his tattoos. I swear if they weren’t your broth—”

☆ Nick cuts you off before you can finish, “BITCH, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” You burst out in laughter.

☆ You’re the only person, other than Matt and Chris, that can make Nick completely crack up with your witty jokes.

☆ “Holy shit, you’re actually insane,” Nick wheezes, wiping the tears.

☆ He’s clutching his sides, the laughter overtaking him completely.

☆ Your entire friendship is full of love, but that doesn’t mean that you’re not ready to playfully roast each other.

☆ When the roast is especially true, he shoots you a middle finger.

☆ “Fuck you,” he laughs, never taking anything you say too seriously.

☆ Sometimes you say things that Nick completely disagrees with, but he never shuts you down because he loves a good debate.

☆ “Nick, that’s literally wrong! How would the chicken come before the egg?!” you exclaim.

☆ “Where would the egg come from without the chicken?!” he’s getting excited, scooting closer as the debate progresses.

☆ “You’re so wrong, dude. Just admit it.”

☆ “IT’S LITERALLY THE EGG!”

☆ On the rare occasion that you two are fighting, he��s not in the mood to hear anything unless it’s an apology.

☆ His fingers are pinched together, the pinkie and pointer finger straight up in the air. “Quiet coyote, Y/n. Quiet coyote.”

☆ “Boy, shut the fuck up,” you laugh, shoving his hand away.

☆ He eventually gives in, rolling his eyes and preparing to listen to your rants.

☆ When you’re hanging out with a group of friends, it quickly turns into you and Nick talking over each other to tell a story.

☆ “Nick, shut up! Let Y/n speak!” Matt shouts, becoming tired of the constant interruptions.

☆ Nick pauses completely, side eyeing Matt in annoyance. You stop talking too because it’s not as fun without Nick’s energy to bounce off of.

☆ The two of you stay awake past midnight almost every night, your phones illuminating your faces as the FaceTime call enters the fourth hour.

☆ It’s just you two in your own rooms giggling and whispering through the phone.

☆ Eventually, when one of you gets tired, the other has to pull a conversation topic from the depths of your mind to keep the other awake.

☆ “You did not just say that,” you gasp, in shock at Nick’s statement.

☆ “Bruh, what you just said was worse,” he replies, a dumbfounded look on his face as he point to you with his hand.

☆ “Oh true.”

☆ You’re constantly interrupting him to take pictures for social media photo dumps. Whether it be off guards or full on photo shoots.

☆ “WAIT SHUSH! POSE FOR THE PICTURE!” you exclaim. Nick rolls his eyes, pausing mid yap sesh.

☆ Nevertheless, he puts on a smile and poses.

☆ “Let me see,” Nick yanks the phone, examining the pictures. If he doesn’t like it, he simply hands the phone back to you and poses again.

☆ Just like everyone else, the two of you have bad days sometimes.

☆ “Hey…” his voice is quiet, his head peering through your cracked bedroom door.

☆ You’re curled up under the covers, small sniffles escaping every so often.

☆ “How are you, bae?” Nick asks, throwing in a corny nickname to make you laugh.

☆ Your response is sarcastic, “Never been better.”

☆ “Bitch, fuck you,” he chuckles, but there’s no true anger in his voice. He kicks his shoes off and joins you under the covers, ready to listen to you recount your day and your troubles.

☆ Nick is ready to defend you no matter what.

☆ If he ever hears anyone talking badly about you, or even mention your name, he’s interjecting the conversation.

☆ Sometimes he doesn’t even know the previous context, but he’s ready to fight whoever is talking shit.

☆ Nick never turns down the chance to talk, even if he’s really busy.

☆ “I can call back if you’re busy.”

☆ “No, bitch! Tell me!”

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MASTERLIST

A/n: this is short, mostly bc it doesn’t have a NSFW section like my other head cannon posts (for obvious reasons). But I hope you still like it!

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[jazminrhode1]

hiiii! if you're stil writing can you please write one where matt sturn and reader are just so in love and he cant stop telling people about her?

The Interview Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Matt was onto his 6th interview of the day. He set up his laptop at the kitchen table and you’d been sitting across from him all morning waiting for him to be done.

“Hi Matt,” you heard the interviewer say. He was less nervous now that he’d had some practice.

They asked the same old generic questions like, how his brothers were, how he came up with the idea for this project, and what inspired it. But, out of left field, they asked about you.

You saw Matt squirm in his seat across the table. “I hope that doesn’t cross a line,” she said sweetly.

“No,” he said, shaking his head a little too aggressively to be casual.

He looked at you and you glared right back. You hadn’t had this conversation in a while. You hadn’t spoken about keeping your relationship offline in the beginning but, it had been 2 years and things were different. Everyone knew and they reacted terribly but, the dust had settled since then.

You saw the look in his eyes. He was asking permission and you gave it to him with a shrug.

He let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxed; he looked happy.

“Y/n is great, actually,” he said with a smile.

“I know you don’t talk about her often but, I was wondering if you could tell us a little bit about how you both met?”

“Oh,” he said, “Well, she’s a good friend of Madison and we were all hanging out there a lot and, it just happened. She’s great. She’s perfect. She feels more like my home than any house ever did.”

You swallowed down the lump forming in your throat. It wasn’t often that you got to hear how Matt talked about you to other people. Sure, your friends told you that he gloats about you any chance he got but, you never heard it from him.

The next interviewer asked what made Matt fall in love with you and he explained, “Y/n is beautiful. Even more so on the inside if that’s possible. But, it wasn’t any one thing that made me fall in love with her. It was the love she has for her family, it was the way her smile lights up a room, it’s the kindness she shows to strangers, it’s the way that she can get through to me when no one else can. She’s the first person I reach for in the morning, she’s the first person I want to call with news good or bad, she’s my best friend and she is my favourite person in the world.”

His eyes were so intense on you that you thought he could read all of your thoughts. It was often like that. He was so attuned to you, so perceptive to your needs, so receptive to your feelings. Matt was, in so many ways, perfect. You could not have dreamed him up.

The final interviewer asked the same age-old questions. You mocked him behind the screen and Matt did his best not to laugh. He was tired, you could tell. As the interview came to an end, the interviewer asked one final question.

“You’ve gotten into writing a lot, I’ve seen a few passages that you shared on Instagram. What inspires you the most?”

Without hesitation, Matt said, “Y/n. She inspires everything that I do. I read a quote once that said, ‘If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.’ I like to think that if I write about all the people and the things that I love, I can never really lose them, you know? Even if y/n chose to leave me, I’d always have a piece of her with me”

There was silence on the other end. You started to think they lost connection.

“I think there’s a lot of people out there who 

“I’ve fucked up a lot of relationships but, I think it all needed to happen so that I can be the person I am now for y/n. You need to be open and receptive and believe that you deserve to find happiness with another person. Y/n is a much better person than I am but, no one will ever love her as much as I do. And I do. And I show her every day and I will for the rest of my life.”

Matt shut the laptop when the interview wrapped and pushed his chair back from the table. You walked around and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. His arms snaked around your waist as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’ve never heard you talk about me before,” you said.

“I feel sorry for people. You’re all I ever talk about,” he replied with a smile.

Matt loved you. You knew that with every fibre of your being but, today showed you just how much.

[metyouinthehallway]

𝒞𝒪𝐿𝒟 𝐼𝒩 𝐿𝒜

summary; matt & you have been hooking up for quite sometime now, you decide that now is as good as ever to tell him how you feel. even if he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings.

a/n: matt’s a bit of a dick in this, sorry😟

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Matt picked you up from your apartment an hour ago, at first, you two were aimlessly driving around Los Angeles until about twenty minutes ago when he found a secluded parking lot. He shifted the car into park and crawled into the backseat.

You followed, straddling his lap, a heated makeout session set about in the backseat of his car. Hands touching clothed skin and soft moans escaping both of your lips. You and him grasping onto any warmth possible, entangling yourselves in the pure bliss of each others presence. It being below 40 degrees in California led to the windows fogging up a lot quicker than usual.

Your lips dance with Matt’s, tugging at his hair, you find yourself needing him impossibly closer to you, needing to inhale his every minty breath and make this something more than it should be.

It’d been a few months since the two of you agreed on the whole friends with benefits arrangement. That’s all this was supposed to be though, just itching a scratch that both of you had. No feelings involved.

To Matt, that's exactly what this was. No feelings involved, no sappy, soft sex. None of that bullshit. He just wanted to get off every once in a while.

To you, it began as the same thing but, of course, you caught feelings. It made you feel disgusted in yourself, then it spiraled into shaming yourself for sleeping around with him. You hid it well though, Matt was completely oblivious to the fact that his friend had any emotional connection to him.

His hands roamed under your shirt, his fingers warming up your cold torso as he continued to kiss you, leaving a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck.

“Matt…” You mumble. You couldn’t do it, not this time. You needed to tell him how you felt.

“Mhm?” He hums in response, his movements not stopping.

“N- need to talk to you…” Matt halts at those words, as any guy would. He looks up at you, his blue eyes boring into yours with concern. “I..” You start, unable to verbalize the thoughts that have been consuming your mind for the past few weeks.

“It’s just me, you can tell me anything.” Matt mutters, his arms wrapping around your waist. He was nervous, anticipating the next words to leave your mouth.

“Look,” You sigh, your hands anxiously toying with the hem of your shirt. “I’m really stupid, like insanely stupid. I…” You struggle to complete the sentence, hoping Matt would be able to piece this together for himself but his brows furrow, signaling for you to continue.

“I like you, Matt.” You rip the bandage off, the knot in your stomach continuously growing tighter as you wait for his response. He closes his eyes, throwing his head back onto the seat with an exaggerated groan.

“I thought we agreed to no feelings.” He simply states, eyes still closed, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, but I can’t control the way I feel.” You frown, disappointed in his reaction, you climb off of his lap, sitting as far away from him as possible in the compact car.

“Okay, I get that, but come on y/n. We had something good goin’ here.” He opens his eyes, looking at you. His expression laced with disappointment and confusion, Did he do something? When did this even happen? What happens now? All questions that swarm his head.

You groan in annoyance, not sure what to say. What does one even say in response to that? You’re unable to think straight for a moment, blaming your heart for overtaking your actions.

“I’m sorry? It’s just… sometimes when we're-” You stop yourself from continuing the thought. You watch as he opens the car door, he slams it shut, returning to the driver's seat.

“Get up front.” Are the only words that leave his mouth, his tone more snappy now. You nod, feeling ashamed of yourself, sitting back in the passenger's seat. Matt starts driving onto the vacant streets of Los Angeles, the car looming with tension and unspoken words from both of you. The only sounds heard are the car moving along the pavement and the soft roar of the engine.

He reaches a stoplight, turning to look at you for a moment. The red rays from the traffic light illuminate his face as he opens his mouth to speak. “I guess I just don’t understand. We should stop doing this for a while if you feel that way.” He declares, feeling sad for a different reason than you.

“Probably, yeah.” You sigh, tucking you legs in front of your chest. Matt pulls up to your apartment complex, looking at you as if to say something but he decides against it.

“See ya soon.” You say blandly, your hand reaches for the handle, but he stops you, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“I knew we should’ve never started this shit.” Matt sighs, his eyes twinkle with remorse as the words leave his mouth.

“What?” You scoff at his words. You knew you fucked up by telling him how you feel but, that’s all he has to say? …Really?

“Y’know what I mean.” He shrugs “I knew one of us would end up catching feelings, y/n. Now it’s gonna be awkward when we hang out.” He releases your shoulder, his words dangle in the space between you and him. He knew. As in, he was prone to the same possibility.

But,

He regrets it, he regrets you and he didn’t even have to tell you that for it to be known.

“Okay.” You swallow the lump forming in your throat, the car suddenly felt much smaller than it was. In reality, you just wanted to get the hell out.

“Let’s be real here. I mean, did you really think that I’d start liking you just because we fucked a few times?” Matt sneers, his words were venom leaving his lips and you just so happened to be his prey. Each word that left his mouth only stabbing you in the chest more.

“What the fuck?” Your jaw slacks at his words and for the first time, you felt threatened in Matt’s presence. You unbuckle your seatbelt, practically storming out of his car with the dramatic slam of the aluminum door.

Was that all you were to him? Just some fuck doll to use whenever he pleased?

Bolting up to your apartment, the screech of rubber on black pavement could be heard from two stories up, signaling Matt’s departure.

Sighing when you enter the safety of your living room, You find yourself hoping you’d never have to see him again. Not after this. But alas, you were friends. Not only with him, but his brothers too. It was inevitable you’d have to socialize with him sometime soon.

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Pt.2 here

[stvrniclo]

hi hi <3 this is just a lil dad!matt drabble bc he's so cutie patootie ughhhh ✧₊⁺

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა dad!matt x mom!reader ୭ 🩰 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you look at yourself as you stand in front of the mirror, contemplating whether or not the white dress you were wearing would be suitable for an outing with matt and your daughter blaire.

"mm.. 's okay, i guess," you mutter to yourself, pretty much. matt sat across from you on the other side of the room, with blaire sat in his lap as he watched her in adoration. "what'd you say, baby?" he asks, suddenly looking up at you through his pretty blue eyes, eyebrows slightly raised.

"oh, i was jus' wondering if this dress is okay," you say, doing a little twirl to show it to matt. "you look so cute, mama bear," matt grins shyly at you. you could see the faintest shade of pink in his cheeks.

"thank you," you giggle, flattered. you finish fixing your dress from the front, but you clearly struggle with zipping it from the back. matt noticed, though, and gently placing blaire on the bed, he makes his way over to you.

"i'll do it for you, baby," matt says, placing one hand around your waist and the using the other to hold onto the zip as he pulled it up carefully. "'s done," he says once he's finished.

"thank you, matty," you say softly. matt plants a kiss on your neck before returning his attention to blaire, who sat with one of her toys in her hand, giggling as she examined it closely. it was a fuzzy sheep, with rounded pink ears and blue eyes.

"you like snowy, sweetheart?" matt said softly, sitting down next to your daughter. "snowy makes you happy?" blaire nodded, overcome by the most adorable fit of giggles. matt looked up at you now, saying, "babe, look! our baby's so fuckin' cute!" the happiest smile played on your boyfriend's lips. seeing matt so happy made your heart melt, so much that you didn't even care to tell him off for swearing in front of the baby.

"you're mommy and daddy's pretty little baby, hm?" matt cooed, softly pulling blaire back into his lap. "you're so fuckin' precious, you know that?"

"matty, cut down on the swearing, love," you finally say playfully, hooking your necklace from the back and slipping into your shoes. matt ran a hand through his hair. "sorry, angel, i keep forgetting."

"it's okay, baby, jus' remindin' you," you giggle, padding over to give matt a kiss. he stands up from the bed, blaire carefully tucked under one arm, the other he wraps around you. one of your hands is placed over matt's chest and you interlock the other with blaire's. you press a soft, swift kiss to his lips, and then you and matt, blaire in his arms, make your way outside, to have a little day out, as a family.

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[sweetshuga]

The Drive Back ✰ MS

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bf!matt! When your boyfriend looked a little too good one evening; You just had to give him a little something while he drove you two back to your place.

"Baby are you sure you’re okay?" Matt asked as he glanced at you briefly before looking back at the road ahead. "Mhm..." a hum as a response, almost like you were lost in thought as you looked at your boyfriend, whom looked too good tonight. Clad in a black tee and loose grey trousers combo. His hair, his facial hair, his earrings and chain glinting in the streetlights above whenever he drove by one, his tats showing, the veins on his arms to boot, everything about him just looked all too good to resist.

"Mhm," he mirrored your hum, skeptically, "you look like you’re lost in your own little world, what’s up pretty?" Your eyes snapped up to meet his briefly before he looked back at the road. "No, nothing’s up, I guess I’m just a bit sleepy." You lied and looked at the road ahead, reluctantly breaking your gaze from the delicious sight beside you. Matt sighed quietly, knowing something’s up, but also knowing that he couldn’t force it out of you if you didn’t want to talk about it.

A long 5 minutes passed by like hours, you just couldn’t handle it anymore, you couldn’t look at him without feeling like you were soaking through your panties and jeans. Turning your face back to the side where your boyfriend drove, looking like a 5 course meal without even trying, you bit the side of your bottom lip slightly, nervously looking at his profile, tentatively reaching out to lay your palm on his lap.

Matt’s breath hitched as he felt your fingers absentmindedly play with the drawstrings on his pants. "You..." He breathed out, "shouldn’t, I mean... not now, m’driving," he stated the obvious, his voice was slightly more strained, more husky, the growing arousal evident.

Matt’s breathing grew shallower as your fingers trailed the waistband of his pants. "Don’t worry about it," a small shaky laugh escaped his lips, "don’t worry about it." He murmured, echoing your words, disbelief evident in his tone. "How do you expect me not to worry about it when you’re-" A low groan replaced his words as you slowly pulled down his pants along with his briefs, revealing his hefty length, already standing at attention.

"Just feel, ’nd drive baby," you cooed, your fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft, "you just look too good tonight... I have to give you a little somethin’, " you chuckled at your own words before wrapping your lips around his swollen needy tip, already leaking, just for you.

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wc. 422

note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. This one's too long to be a simple blurb, but too short to be a complete fanfic. One shot I guess? Never mind, a blurb it is.

© sweetshuga

[byechristopher]

it's always you.

–MATT STURNIOLO DRABBLE.

Author's note: just a lil' something; Matt realising you're the one he wants. Give me requests. Now.

Warnings: none.

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The claw machine hummed softly as I focused, squinting at the stuffed bear dangling inside, just out of reach. My fingers gripped the joystick, but I couldn’t quite get the angle right.

“I think you need to move it a bit left,” a voice said, low and warm, right behind me. Matt's voice.

Before I could react, he leaned in, his hand brushing mine, guiding it. My breath caught — the closeness of him sent a rush of warmth up my neck. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, his arm slightly grazing mine. It was impossible to focus on the claw now, but I didn’t move away.

"Like this?" I whispered, trying to sound casual, my voice betraying me.

“Yeah, right there,” he murmured, his hand still over mine. We were both staring at the machine, but it felt like everything was moving in slow motion.

The claw descended, but I barely noticed. My heart was thudding louder than any arcade noise. It caught something — a flash of fur, and before I could blink, the bear was dropping into the prize chute.

“We did it,” I said, but my voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yeah..." he stepped back and handed me the prize, but his fingers brushed mine again and his smile made me lose my breath.

Matt was undeniably attractive but we'd been friends for so long, I couldn't even imagine me and him together. Not that I haven't thought about it. There was something between us, something way above us, unspoken words that would forever stay hidden unless we actually did something about it.

We were now in his room – he was sat on the couch, and I was laying next to him, my legs on his lap. There was a comfortable silence between us that only the playlist he'd put on was allowed to interrupt. His room was dark, small fairy lights just above us, I could barely see his face and the little bear that we'd won on top of my tummy.

"Dancing through the night, a vodka and a sprite.."

I opened my eyes to look at him, "I love this song".

"I love this song too." he said and drew invisible circles on my leg with his index finger.

"A glimpse of the silhouettes, a night that they never forget.."

Matt threw his head back, his boney fingers massaging my calves, "I've been wanting to kiss you all day." he blurted out, still looking at the ceiling, his fingers successfully distracting me.

"What.. what?" I said, I have never been so quiet in my life, but he turned to look at me and leaned in to place the softest kiss on one of my knees.

"I've been wanting to kiss you. All day." he said, loud and clear, his dark blue eyes that were now sparkling never leaving mine.

"And he had said, daring your looks can kill.. so now you're dead.."

Matt slowly sat up, gently taking hold of one of my legs. With careful movements, he guided it behind him as he shifted his position, gradually sliding in between my legs. He grabbed the bear that was on my tummy and placed it carefully on the floor – he never broke eye contact. Everything seemed as if it was in slow-motion.

"Touch me, yeah.."

As the song went on, I felt the tension and temperature rising. He was in between my legs, pressing his body against mine as I wrapped myself around him, his lips so close to mine.

"I want you to touch me there.."

Matt leans in slowly, his breath warm against my lips, every movement deliberate and charged with anticipation. Time seems to stretch between us, the air thick with a tension that tightens my chest. His lips brush mine, feather-light at first, then deepening as his hand gently wraps itself around my neck. The kiss is slow, languid, like he's savoring every second, every touch.

My pulse races, but everything else feels unhurried, his mouth exploring mine with a quiet intensity, each second filled with a passion that simmers beneath the surface, leaving me breathless – same as the hand that was on my neck, his rings digging into my skin in the most delicate way.

"I need you." I muttered against his lips and I saw his eyes sparkle before he dove back into the kiss.

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[sagesturns]

Delicate - M.S

contains: oral (f! receiving)

The string lights above you and Matt flickered softly, casting a warm, amber glow that made everything feel a little softer, a little closer. It was like time slowed down, the world outside fading into the background, leaving just the two of them, tangled in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Matt hovered over you, kissing you so delicately almost as if he put any more pressure this moment would be broken. Caressing your face with one hand as the other one was beside your bed to hold himself up. As your tongues tangled together in a loving kiss. As much as he wanted to let go, to lose himself in the moment, he couldn’t shake the need to make sure you were okay first. Your comfort, your pleasure—those were the things that mattered most to him. He'd hold back, not because he had to, but because he cared more about how you felt than about his own desire.

He pulls back, looking at your breathless expression, eyes half-lidded and a faint blush on your cheeks, lips plump from  the making out. “Matt” you whisper out desperately, clutching on to his shirt as he looks down at you, blue eyes darker than before but still filled with love. He hums in response, a faint smile tugging on his lips as he starts to gently move lower on your neck, delicately sucking the skin where he could feel your pulse. You moan softly at the feeling, bringing a hand to his hair tugging it, making him lowly groan. “N-need.. m-more please” you softly pleaded.

That was enough with him, with a gentle kiss to your forehead, he softly started removing your shorts, along with your underwear which landed on the floor with a soft rustle. He looks down at your puffy clit, leaking with your arousal making him harder it almost hurts but he didn’t care, he just cared about you. Softly peppering the valley between your breasts, your breaths come in short gasps, squirming under him to release the painfully ache between your thighs. As Matt finally faces your heat, he smiles up at you pressing a soft kiss right on top of your clit making you moan softly. You look down at him, with a pleading expression and that was enough for Matt to stop teasing you and get right in. Matt’s attention is completely absorbed in you, each movement slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. His touch is gentle yet insistent, a deep connection building with each kiss, every flick of his tongue. You’re arousal tasting heavenly, he groans, one of his hands coming up to hold your hips to stop you from moving. You’re a complete mess, moaning Matt’s name, a hand going down to reach his hair, tugging on it each time he sucked that bundle of nerves that made your eyes roll back and see stars. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

No words were coming out of your mouth, already blank after the making out, your words coming out in short breathing moans “I- fuck- close Matt!” You cry out as his tongue prudes your entrance. You pull at his hair making him moan in your pussy, pushing you more over the edge. It made Matt almost giddy and proud knowing all of this was just for him. Matt started frantically looking around for something making you confused as you looked down, but your heart fluttered as he reached out for your hand that was clutching the sheets. Holding it so softly and delicately, running his thumb over his fingers as he ate you our ravishly. The sight made you almost cum right then and there. 

Matt interlocked your finger together, face buried in your heat as he tried to bring the pleasure you deserved. A flick of his tongue on your nerves caught you off guard, making you cum without a warning. You moan loudly as you fall apart for Matt, eyes squeezed shut as the pure bliss of ecstasy washed over you. That didn’t make him stop, in fact he licked clean your overly sensitive clit, tasting yout sweet essence that made him want more, you were too sensitive  making you push away his head that was clutching on to his hair for dear life. Matt slowly pulled away, looking at your afterglow expression, he wiped your arousal with the back of his hand.

Smiling down at you, he thought you were the most beautiful person like this, falling apart just for him, he pecked your lips, bringing a hand to caress your face. “You did amazing sweetheart” he muttered, making you look up at him, a sheen of sweat covering your body as you shyly smiled at him. “Let’s get my girl cleaned up, yeah?” He already started to help sit on the bed. Your legs felt like jelly making you wince, Matt chuckled making you give him a deadpan look, “ ‘s not funny!” you whine. He lowers his head down kissing you tenderly, looking at you with his eyes full of adoration. “I love you” he muttered. Carrying you bride-style to the washroom, making you giggle as you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

tags: @sweetshuga @m00nl1ghts1vt

a/n: I'm acc so sorry for this shit ass writing, I'm not good at writing smut so I'm probably not gonna post much of smut. anyways wrote this high so don't mind the mistakes

©sagesturns

[user9298274001127482]

Are you gonna break up with me?

pairing: bf!matt x gf!reader

warnings: slight angst, resolved ending, fluff

a/n: reader is also youtuber/influencer like matt

a one-shot where matt and y/n have been together almost 4 yrs and he starts cancelling plans with her a lot….

7:00pm

You were at your apartment sitting on your bed watching modern family on the TV. Your boyfriend was coming over to stay the night after what felt like months, he said he would be over around 7 but you just assumed he might be running late.

You were glad that he finally could hangout with you today since he had been cancelling plans so often recently and you hadn’t seen him in 2 weeks which doesn’t seem like much but you and Matt would usually hangout like 4 or 5 times a week.

8:15pm

You were so caught up in watching TV you didn’t even realise what time it was. It had been over an hour since Matt was meant to be here so you decide to send him a text.

Matt ❤️

| Hi baby is everything okay? Why aren’t you here yet?

| seen 8:21pm

He had left you on seen, these past few weeks you have been suspicious of him avoiding u and suddenly being so busy but you and Matt had been together for nearly 4 years. He would never cheat on you or do anything to hurt you.

Or would he? Why did he leave you on seen? Does he want to breakup?

9:30pm

Part of you had still hoped that miraculously he would walk through your bedroom door and give you a perfectly honest explanation as to why he was late and then everything would go back to normal.

But part of you also knew that there must be a reason why he is avoiding you, although you weren’t sure what it was, you weren’t gonna spend all night waiting for him in case he decides to show up.

You sadly start getting ready for bed, putting on your pajamas and brushing your teeth. You stay up watching TV for a few hours.

11:45pm

You hear footsteps and turn your head to the bedroom door and see Matt standing there, the most neutral look on his face, you couldn’t make out whether he was angry, felt guilty or if he just didn’t care.

You stand up as he steps into the room, still not speaking a word he attempts to pull you into a hug. You dodge his hug because how could he act like everything was okay? “Where have you been?” You raise your voice.

“I just got caught up in some stuff” He shrugs using the same excuse he used everytime he cancelled. “What stuff did you get caught up in, Matt? I want answers I’m tired of you avoiding me” you slightly yell.

“Oh my fucking god, not everything is about you y/n, your not my only priority I have a life besides being with you 24/7” he yells while rolling his eyes. I have a life besides being with you his words cause tears to well up in your eyes.

“We haven’t seen eachother in weeks, you keep cancelling plans on me and not answering my calls, what’s going on Matt?” you quietly say with a shaky voice. He looks at you with sympathy in his eyes, a look that makes you think he’s going to apologise.

But instead he grits his teeth and says “It’s too much y/n, I feel like we need some space”. Tears well up in your eyes even more but you don’t let them fall because you don’t want Matt to see, “Are you gonna break up with me?” you say looking away from him because if you look into his eyes you’ll breakdown crying.

A pause of silence, you can see his sad face from the corner of your eyes before he yells again “I don’t fucking know what you want from me!”. Matt storms off, slamming your bedroom door in the process. The second he leaves the tears fall down ur face, your cheeks being drenched. You were always a quiet crier so you don’t worry about Matt hearing you on his way out.

12:00am

A few minutes later you start putting away the pile of clothes on your bed with tears still running down ur face. You get startled when your bedroom door aggressively opens, it’s Matt. He doesn’t look at you face but he comes in and touches you shoulder “Y/n I…” he pauses when seeing your tears dripping down ur face.

Now he looks as if he’s about to breakdown in tears from guilt of making his girlfriend cry. He pulls you into an unexpected hug, your chins rested on eachother shoulders. “Fuck I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry” he says with a shaky voice, although you couldn’t see his face you knew he was crying too. “What kind of boyfriend makes his girlfriend cry” he says.

You gently pull out of the hug and see tears rolling down his face now, you wipe your own tears. “Matt can we please just talk ……about us?” you softly say, he nods as you both sit on the edge of your bed facing eachother. “Be honest, why have you been avoiding me” you ask. “No, I- It’s stupid” he replies. “Please? I’d rather hear a stupid reason why than no explanation” you say.

He hesitates before speaking, “Okay well all my friends have been asking when I’ll propose to you since we’ve been together so long and I wasn’t planning to anytime soon and everyone told me you’d…”. With a confused look you ask “Everyone told you I’d what?” “They told me you’d break up with me if I didn’t propose soon and I thought they were right so I’ve been avoiding you cause I was scared of you leaving me” He shyly says.

“Oh matt, we’re both only 21 of course I’m not gonna break up with you if you don’t propose soon. We’re both not ready for that yet but I still wanna be with you until we are ready” you say in sadness that Matt thought you would leave him. “Yeah I realise that now, I was being a dick I’m so sorry y/n” he says with eyes glued to the floor. You lift his chin up so his eyes are meeting yours, “It’s okay I forgive you Matt but please don’t ever do that again I thought we were gonna be broken up” I say.

“I’ll make it up to you I promise, I’ll do anything you want” he genuinely says. “I just wanna watch modern family with you and cuddle and fall asleep in your arms and kiss you” you blabber. “Okay fine” he kisses you on the cheek.

12:15am

You both settle into your bed, your face buried in his neck with his arms tightly wrapped around ur back and waist. He occasionally gives you a kiss on the forehead whispering “I’m so sorry” to you as you lift ur head up and kiss his cheek every now and then.

1:00am

After a while you start getting tired and are half asleep, Matt thinks you’re fully asleep and doesn’t realise you can hear him. He keeps kissing your hand and whispering sweet things in your ear.

“I love you so much” “I’m so sorry” “I’m such a dick I know” “Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me” “I love you more than anything”.