#matthew sturniolo one shots

[writtenbyan-aries]

i need an unholy smut fic with matt x bsf!reader like seriously. Maybe they were at a party before and as soon they got home (matt sober) y/n jumps his bones. As they were fully at it Chris and Nick come home and hear everything and tease the shit out of them the next day PLEASEEE

∶ Summary: ask sums it up pretty well

∶ Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, party themes, drinking, friends hooking up, friends to lovers?, flirting, kissing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, scratching, general filth

∶ Word Count: 2.5k | unedited

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“Do you think I can crash at your place tonight?”

Matt nods, “Yeah, whatever you want.”

You nod, “Okay, whenever you’re ready to go, just come get me or text me.” He gives you a thumbs up and you go back to dancing with your friends.

A little bit later, your phone buzzes with a text from Matt, Ready whenever you are.

“I’m heading out.” You yell over the music to your friends, “Matt’s taking me home.” They give you a look with smirks resting on their lips and you roll your eyes, fighting back a smile, “It’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

You walk away, setting your cup on the counter before walking up to meet Matt, “Ready?” He nods, “Yeah, Chris and Nick will come home later, they’re not ready to leave yet.”

“Whatever floats their boat.” You laugh and Matt raises his brows, “You’re not going to throw up in my car, are you?”

“I’m not that drunk, Matt.” You roll your eyes, laughing as he takes a deep breath, “Whatever you say.” He laughs and leads you out to his car.

You get in and buckle up, hooking up to the Bluetooth to play some music.

“You have a good playlist.” Matt smirks at you, “Play that one song, the um, fuck, I can’t think of it.”

“This one?” You click on the song and Die For You by The Weeknd starts playing. Matt nods, “Yes! That’s the one!”

You smile, looking out the window, humming along to the song, “Oh I love this part of the song.” Matt nods his head as the song plays.

Even though we’re going through it, and it makes you feel alone, just know that I would die for you, baby I would die for you..

You smile, watching him get into it, “You really like this song don’t you?” You giggle as he dances more, laughing as he looks over at you, “Would you die for me, y/n?”

You shrug, “I mean, yeah, but, would you die for me?”

He nods, “Well yeah. You’re my best friend, but, I’d like to keep you alive as long as possible.”

You laugh, “We do have a good friendship don’t we.”

He nods, “Yeah, it’s alright.” He smirks as you scoff, turning your head to look it him, “Alright?” He fights back a laugh, “Fine, it’s better than alright, alright?”

“Whatever Matthew Sturniolo.” You roll your eyes and he scoffs, “Whoa, whoa. Whoa.” You laugh, shaking your head, “What? You said me being your friend was alright, but I’m a pretty great friend, okay.”

“Yeah, yeah. You are.” He smiles, parking his car, “Come on, I’m sure you’re hungry, drunkie.”

“I am not drunk!” You get out of the car and stumble backwards as you stand up. He moves to you, grabbing onto your waist and raises his brows, “What were you saying?”

You grip his arms, letting out a sigh, “Okay, maybe just a little bit.”

He laughs, “That’s what I thought.” He leads you up to the door and helps you inside, “You sit, I’ll get you something to eat.” He sets you down on the couch and you bend down to take off your shoes before leaning back.

You take a deep breath, standing up and walking to the kitchen. You lean against the wall, watching as Matt moves around it.

“What are you doing?” Matt asks as he glances at you quickly. You shrug, “I got lonely out there.” You walk over to the counter, leaning against it, “Can I ask you something?”

He nods, “What’s up?“

You laugh, chewing on your cheek, “Nevermind.”

He walks over to you, leaning down on the counter, too, “What?” You don’t even think, you just lean in, lips pressing to his. After a few seconds, he places his hand on your shoulder, “What are you doing?”

“Just wanted to see what it was like to kiss you.” You shrug, “What? You didn’t like it?”

“N-no, no. I did, I just- we’re supposed to be friends, y/n.” Matt’s eyes bounce between yours and your lips and he tilts his head, “I really liked that, though.. I d-“

“Come on. A few kisses will not ruin our friendship, Matt.” You smirk and he shakes his head, “I don’t-“ he sighs, “I don’t want it to be just a few kisses.”

You pull him back in, lips crashing onto his, “Doesn’t have to be.” Your lips move with his and his hands slide to pull you in front of him as he stands up.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he bends down to lift you onto the counter, his lips trailing down your neck, “Just once?”

You nod, “Just once.”

He groans against your skin, “Fuck, okay.”

He leans back as you slide down, taking his hand to lead him to his room. His hands are on you, working to pull your dress up over your body as he kicks the door closed behind him.

Your hands work to push up the shirt on his, stepping back when he pulls it up over his head. He lunges to you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he walks up back to the bed.

You fall back, bringing him with you as his lips stay on yours. He moves his hand down to push your panties to the side, swallowing your moans as his fingers glide up and down your needy slit.

You whimper out, moving your hips, “Please.”

“You need me that bad?” He teases and you sigh, “I’ve needed you for so long.”

He gently bites down on your lower lip, tilting his head back before whispering, “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Because we’re friends, Ma-“ you gasp, moaning out as two of his fingers push into you, “Fuck, fuck, yes.”

“You sound so pretty.” He presses his lips to your cheek, “Fuck, baby.” He crashes his lips to yours, his fingers slowly working in and out of you which pull more moans.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, back arching up as your head tilts back with a whine flooding through your parted lips, “Matt..”

“M’right here.” He groans, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You tilt your head, looking up at him and your face twists with pleasure, “F-fuck, M-Matt, please.” You pull him in for a kiss, “Need you in me.”

His breath hitches at your words and he nods, sitting up, pulling his fingers out in the process. You push the fabric down your thighs as he undoes his belt, pushing his jeans down his legs.

You sit up, slipping your fingers into the band of his boxers before pushes them down.

“Someone’s impatient.” He smirks and you roll your eyes, pulling him down next to you. He kicks off his clothes as his lips resume their position on yours. His hand sliding down your waist to guide you over on top of him.

You straddle his hips, reaching down to hold him steady as you slide down onto him.

He gasps, hands gripping your waist tighter as he feels your cunt swallowing him whole, “Fu-fuck.” He bucks his hips, earning a gasp from you. His eyes are glued to yours, lip pulled between his teeth as he tries to control his ragged breathing.

“Y-you gotta.. move, ma.” He groans, “Please.”

You tilt your head, hands pressed into his chest as you rise up slowly and sink back down, your moans mixing together in the quiet room.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, groaning lowly as your pace grows quicker. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parted as you rise and fall quickly, pleasure shooting through you with each slam of your hips.

His hand slides up to the back of your neck, pulling you down to crash his lips onto yours, “Doin’ so good.” He mumbles against them, “Feels so fucking good.”

You moan against his lips, your hands moving to press into the bed by his head. You push your self up, hips rolling and grinding down as you keep your eyes on him.

“That’s it.” Matt look down, watching his cock go in and out if you, “God, that’s so hot.” His hands slide up your sides and back down to your thighs, giving them a squeeze, “Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

He tilts his head back, moaning lowly, “Shit.” His hands move to your hips, gripping tightly before he thrusts upward. You tilt your head back, moaning louder as he continues to meet your bounces, “Fuck, fuck, yesyesyes!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, “Matt, fuck, yes!”

His arm slides over your back and he rolls you over, his thrusts continuing. His forehead rests against yours as your legs tightening around his waist. You leg out a loud moan as your nails drag up his back, earning a groan from him, “Fuck.”

“Almost there.” You breathe out, “Fuck, baby, you have me so fucking close.”

He nods, lips pressing to yours. You tighten your arms around his neck, heels digging into his lower back as you whine, “Fuck, Matt.”

He crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as he guides you through your high. He kisses down your neck, groaning into it as his thrusts gradually grow sloppy, “Fuck, baby, I-I’m close.”

You slide your hand up, tangling your fingers into his hair and pull, earning a moan from him. Your voice low, “Cum for me.” You gasp, “you make me feel so good.”

He pushes himself up, eyes on your face as he thrusts a few more times before pulling out. He reaches down, pumping himself a few times as he spills onto yours waist, “Fuck.”

You bite your lip, taking in the scene in front of you, and god was it hot.

You laid there panting as he moved to get something to clean up with. He walks back over, “Here.” He hands you a towel and you take it, wiping yourself off before tossing it to the floor.

Matt gets back into bed and you look at him, “Do you want me to-“

“No.” He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you over to him, “If this is the only night we’re doing this, I want the full thing.”

You smile, laying your arm over his and lacing your fingers through his. He brings up the blanket, laying over your bodies and he lets out a sigh, “I don’t know about you, but I definitely don’t think a few kisses ruined our friendship.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I think we’re safe.”

He tightens his arm around you, “Is this the only night we’re doing this?”

You take a deep breath, “We can.. just see where this takes us?” You bite your lip as you feel his lips press lazily against your neck. He takes a deep breath, “I mean, we did agree only once, though. Right?”

You nod against the pillow, “Right, yeah.”

After a few seconds, you’re rolling over to face him and he’s pulling you closer as your lips press to his.

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You let out a small sigh as your eyes fluttered open with the daylight peaking through the curtains.

You shifted around, pausing when you feel Matt’s body still next to yours. You couldn’t help but smile as you sat up.

“What time is it?” Matt mumbles and you look back at him, “No idea.” He sighs as he rolls over, yawning as he sits up. You reach over ruffling his hair, “I think Chris and Nick are up. I heard something fall out there.”

“It was probably Chris’ shirt, with him in it.” Matt laughs at his joke and you nod, “You’re probably not wrong.” You stand up, “Do you still have some of my clothes here?”

“I think so.” He gets up, grabbing a pair of sweats to put on, “be right back.” You nod, grabbing one of his sweatshirts to put on in the meantime.

He comes back in, staring at you, “I’m not sure you want to go out there.”

“Why?” You furrow your brows, “What are they doing?”

He fights back laughter, “They.. may or may not know what we did.”

Your eyes go wide, “Oh fuck.” You take the shorts from Matt and slip them on, “But I’m hungry.” You pout, “What did they say to you?”

“Nick just asked how my night was, but he had that smirk on his face and Chris was trying not to laugh.” Matt purses his lips, fighting back his own smirk, “Bottom line, we’re going to get picked on.”

You take a deep breath, “We have to face them at some point.” You laugh, “Oh I hate them.”

“Yeah, me too.” Matt laughs, “Come on. We’ll go together.”

You follow him out to the kitchen, trying hard to not look at the two sitting at the island.

“So, y/n.” Nick clears his throat, “How was your night?”

“Fuck off, Nick.” You mumble, focusing on getting some breakfast.

“Oh, we heard you do that last night, but with Matt.” Nick busts out laughing and you sigh, shaking your head, “Stop.”

“Oh, so it’s okay for Matt to not stop-“ Chris busts into laughter, “Matt, Matt.” He mocks your moans, “Oh fuck.”

“Whoa, hey. That’s enough.” Matt tries not to laugh and you look up at the ceiling, “Fuck my life.” You laugh, “We weren’t that loud, okay.”

“The first time, the second time, or the third time?” Nick raises his brows as he stares at you and you point, “All of you can go to hell.” You walk out of the kitchen and go sit on the couch.

Matt walks out, sitting down next to you, “Sorry about them.”

You laugh, “They’re just idiots!” You yell in their direction and Nick peaks his head out around the corner, “Is that as loud as you can be?” He sighs, “Oh right, we have to be Matt and also be naked for you to be louder than that, right?”

You look around, grabbing a pillow and winging to towards the door. Nick ducks his head away and Chris grabs it, throwing it back, “Here, you might need this for-“

Matt gets up, running after Chris and Chris yells, “No, no, please!”

You laugh, accepting that you won’t be able to eat your breakfast in peace.

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Im sorry if this sucks, I feel a writers block coming into play and I feel like everything I write sucks right now but thank you for reading! I love you tremendously! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[overflowingteacupoflove]

love evolves (Matt x Reader)

First grade

You and the triplets had stuck together through all of kindergarten and you don't really think it's going to stop for a long while, you and Matt are bestfriends and do eevrything together. Whne Matt learned to button his coat he taught you. When you learned how to tie your shoes you taught him. When you're not at school, Matt's upset all day. When Matt's not at school, you're upset all day.

So when you're in the new first grade classroom with your new teacher Mrs.Jones and Matt doesn't show up for the first day of school, you're upset. Nick and Chris are here. So where's Matt?

"Y/n! I-" Nick begins before you cut him off. "Where's Matt?" You ask brows furrowed as you look around. You had seen him over the weekend for a play date so where is he? "Oh. He got sick."

Well that's no good. How come you aren't sick? You want to be sick and be home so maybe you can go to the triplets house and play with Matt. It's not that you didn't like Nick and Chris cause you did! You just miss Matt.

You pout and fiddle with your coat button. "Oh. Okay." "He'll be back tomorrow!" "Mama's staying home to take care of him." Nick and Chris chirp noticing your pout and fiddling hands. "It'll be okay!"

You smile and nod before the teacher calls everyone to go sit on the reading carpet.

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⎯⎯⎯⎯ NOW YOU'RE WATCHING ... uber driver!matt fucks you after a shitty date.

your date was a bust; some guy named andrew who spent two hours at a shitty diner droning about his gym routine, barely looking up from his phone, leaving you bored and dry as hell. you’re more than done with this, heels clicking on the curb as you book an uber, the night air cool against your skin, your little black dress hugging your curves, wasted on a dud.

a black, beat-up sedan with cracked windows rolls up and matt (or at least that's the name on your phone) slides into view, leaning an elbow out, smirking like he’s already got you figured out. he’s all messy brown hair, sharp jaw, plaid shirt unbuttoned over a white tee, eyes raking you up and down with zero shame.

“rough night, huh? y’look like you just escaped a fuckin’ coma,” he says, voice low and lazy, dripping with a cocky grin as you climb in the back, slamming the door harder than you mean to. “address’s set—where we goin’, princess?”

“home,” you mutter, crossing your arms, staring out the window, but he’s not letting it drop, glancing at you in the rearview, one brow cocked.

“home? nah, you’re dressed like that for some loser who couldn’t even make you sweat? tell me ‘bout this clown, c’mon, spill it.”

you roll your eyes, but he’s got this pushy, crude way, like he’s daring you to bite back. “andrew. gym rat. talked about protein shakes so much i wanted to claw my ears off. didn’t even kiss me—just a handshake. a fuckin’ handshake.”

matt laughs—loud, sharp, head tipping back. “a handshake? shit, what a pussy. you wasted that dress on a dude who can’t even get you wet, that’s tragic, babe, y’could’a stayed home and fucked yourself better.” his eyes flick to you again, dark and glinting, tongue swiping his lip like he’s tasting the idea. “bet he wouldn’t know what to do with you anyway—look at ya, all pent up, sittin’ there like y’need a real man to fix that.”

heat creeps up your neck, a mix of annoyance and something else. his words are crass, intrusive, but they hit, stirring the frustration andrew left simmering. “and what, you think you’re that guy?” you snap, leaning forward, elbows on the seatback, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “big talk for some uber driver.”

he smirks wider, cynical and hot, shifting gears with a lazy flick of his wrist. “oh, i’m more than that, sweetheart. i’d have you screamin’ in ten minutes—hands are quick, tongue’s quicker. y’wanna test me? or y’too scared to find out andrew’s not the only one who can’t deliver?”

it’s a taunt, bold and filthy, and he chuckles when you don’t flinch, just stare back, pulse kicking up.

“prove it, then,” you say, voice steady, daring him now, the car humming under you as the tension snaps. “pull over—somewhere dark. let’s see if your hands match that mouth, or if you’re just another bullshit artist.”

matt’s grin turns feral, eyes flashing as he mutters, “fuckin’ bet,” and swerves the wheel, tires crunching gravel as he peels off the main road, weaving into a shadowed alley, streetlights fading to black. he kills the engine, twists around, one arm slung over the seat, staring at you like you’re prey. “backseat now. let’s see how bad you need this.”

you climb over, dress hiking up your thighs, and he’s on you fast, the door slamming shut as he shoves you down across the seat, one hand yanking your straps down, baring your tits to the cool air. “shit, look at these, he didn’t deserve ‘em,” he growls, mouth crashing onto one, teeth grazing your nipple, making you gasp, arching up against him.

his other hand’s already between your legs, shoving your panties aside, fingers plunging in—two, rough, curling deep, pumping fast until you’re soaked, the wet squelch loud in the tight space.

“fuck, you’re so wet already,” he laughs, voice dark and mocking, “this what you wanted all night, huh? not some dickhead too busy flexin’ to fuck you right?”

you moan, loud and needy, grabbing his hair, pulling him up, his lips hovering over yours, breath hot and ragged. “shut up and use that tongue,” your panting making him grin as he dove down, flattening it against your cunt—broad, sloppy licks, sucking your clit hard, your thighs shaking, trapping his head.

“ohhh shit!” you cry, hips bucking, and he groans, “fuck yeah, scream f’me, let me gove you what that loser couldn’t,” voice muffled as he eats you out, relentless, tongue flicking fast, then slow, dragging you to the edge, your nails clawing at the seat desperately.

he pulls back, smirking, wiping his chin, “told ya—hands next,” and flips you over, face down, ass up, yanking your hips back, spreading your legs wider.

he’s behind you now—jeans shoved down, cock out, thick and dripping—rubbing it against your slit, teasing, making you whine, “c’mon, fuck me already.”

“needy little thing,” he mutters, all smug and hot, then thrusts in—hard, deep, bottoming out until you yelp, walls clenching tight. “fuck, y’feel so good,” he groans, setting a brutal pace that felt fast, sloppy, the car rocking with every slam, windows fogging as you moan, loud and wrecked.

his hands grip your ass, spreading you, one thumb circling your rim, teasing, not pushing, “y’like that? dirty girl, bet andrew never even tried,” and you laugh, breathless, “he wouldn’t dare... keep goin’.”

he does—fucking you savage, one hand sliding up, pinching your nipple ‘til you hiss, the other rubbing your clit, sloppy and fast, ‘til you’re screaming, “matt, fuck, m’gonna cum!” and you do, soaking his hand, his cock, the seat, looking like a shaking, sobbing mess.

he’s not far, groaning against your ear “you’re so tight, babe. m’cummin’,” and pulls out, jerking fast, painting your ass with hot, thick spurts, panting,

“you’re better than any date.” you slump, breathless, dress torn, thighs slick, and he lets a low, cynical laugh.

“told ya my hands don’t lie. your tinder guys got nothin’ on this.”

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[lazysoulwriter]

sleepy matt. - matt sturniolo.

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It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where the sunlight streamed gently through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything in the room. Matt sat on the couch, his legs pulled up beneath him, lazily scrolling through his phone, but his eyes were growing heavier by the second. His energy had been replaced by a familiar, soft sluggishness.

“Hey, babe,” Matt called out, his voice already sounding drowsy. “You wanna hang out? Or... maybe just... nap?”

You turned around from the kitchen, a smile forming as you saw him curled up, his head tilted back against the armrest, eyes half-lidded, like a sleepy kitten.

“You’re already tired, aren’t you?” you teased, walking over and sitting next to him.

Matt let out a soft whine, his lips pouting slightly. “Mm-hmm. Just a little... but I want you to nap with me. Please?”

You chuckled softly, his usual confident self now replaced with the soft, baby-faced Matt you adored. He never liked admitting it, but when he was sleepy, Matt became like a little kid, craving comfort and attention from his favorite person in the world— you.

“Come on, just for a little,” he whined again, tugging gently at your hand, pulling you into his arms. His body molded to yours as he buried his face against your neck, his breathing already slowing.

You could feel the warmth of his skin and the soft hum of his voice as he nuzzled closer. “I’m not gonna sleep without you,” he mumbled, his words barely coherent, the exhaustion slowly overcoming him.

As you laid down together, you could tell he wasn’t just tired—he was melting into the moment, his body feeling heavier and more relaxed the closer you were. His arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go.

“Stay close, please,” Matt whispered, his voice small, almost childlike. He always became more clingy when he was sleepy, and you couldn’t help but smile at how sweet he looked.

“You’re such a baby when you're tired,” you teased softly, stroking his hair.

He let out a soft, sleepy giggle, the sound making your heart swell. “You love it,” he mumbled before falling into a peaceful, content sleep in your arms, his grip still firm around you.

And you did. You loved it all— the way he was so strong and independent, but when it came to napping with you, he let himself be your baby. And you were more than happy to spoil him with all the comfort and affection he needed.

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[sweetshuga]

String you out ۶ৎ Chratt

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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

© sweetshuga

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car sex with matt .ᐟ

🪧 ⁞ alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

the sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape as matt and y/n decided to take an impromptu drive.

the air was thick with the scent of summer and adventure, but inside the car, the atmosphere was charged with a different kind of heat. y/n's eyes were magnetically drawn to matt, not just for the drive itself, but for how he looked doing it.

matt was wearing grey sweatpants today, the fabric loose yet showing off the undeniable bulge at his crotch, especially with how he was sitting. his t-shirt was clinging to his frame, the faded blue of the top matched his eyes, which were focused on the road, his biceps flexing with each turn of the wheel. his skin, lightly tanned, glistened with a hint of sweat, the scent of his cologne — a blend of leather and earth— filling the car.

y/n couldn't help but feel the growing wetness between her legs as she watched him, his jaw set in concentration, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick his lips. the sight of him, so focused, so masculine, was driving her wild.

matt caught her looking, a playful smirk pulling at his lips. "Y’lookin’ like y’wanna eat me up, huh?" his voice was rough, teasing, sending a shiver down her spine.

"m’so obvious, huh?" y/n managed, her voice breathy, her arousal evident.

"mhm, and y’know what happens when y’get that look in yer eyes," he teased, though his eyes kept flicking back to her, his smirk widening when he noticed her hand inching closer to his thigh. "better not distract me too much, gotta keep this ride safe, y’know?"

but y/n was beyond caring about safety; her hand moved, tracing the outline of his cock through the soft, grey fabric of his sweatpants. she could feel the heat of him, the way his cock twitched under her touch, the fabric tenting more with each stroke. matt let out a low, guttural groan, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"fuck, y/n, you're not helpin’ me out here, i gotta drive," he complained, his voice a mix of annoyance and arousal, his words slurring together in his lust-hazed state.

but y/n was relentless, her fingers now working him more deliberately, feeling every pulse through the thin, pliable material. "c'mon, matt, you can handle a little multitasking," she whispered, her voice sultry with challenge.

matt's breathing grew heavy, the sweatpants now visibly strained as he struggled to keep his focus. "y’gonna make me crash, y’know that, right?" he murmured, his tone more playful than serious.

finally, succumbing to the need, matt swerved into a secluded alley, the car coming to a quick halt. the engine's hum faded, leaving only their heavy breathing and the distant city sounds. "you're fuckin' trouble, y’know that?" he growled, his voice low and rough as he covered her hand with his, pressing it harder against his erection.

the car's interior was now thick with the musk of arousal, the windows fogging up from their heated breaths. y/n, with eager fingers, pulled down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. it was hard, the skin flushed a deep red, the head glistening with precum, veins prominent with his arousal as it throbbed in her hand, eager and ready.

straddling him without any hesitation, y/n hiked her skirt up, her panties already soaked through.

matt's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her down onto him, the sensation of him breaking her panties in desperation and pushing into her was intense; his thickness stretching her, the velvety heat of his cock against her sensitive walls. she moaned, a loud, unfiltered sound that echoed in the car, as he filled her completely.

"god, y’so tight, ma," matt groaned, his head falling back, his hands roaming up to grab her ass, squeezing it as he began to thrust up into her with a force that made the car rock. the sounds of their bodies, wet and slick, slapping together filled the confined space, mixing with their moans and the occasional creak of the vehicle.

y/n moved with him, her hands bracing on his shoulders, feeling the power of his body under her palms.

the friction was electric, the heat of him deep inside her, the way her body responded, clenching around him, drawing him in deeper. she could feel every vein, every pulse, the way his cock curved to hit that perfect spot inside her.

"y’love this, huh? m’little tease," matt panted, his voice a husky whisper, his eyes locked on where they were joined, watching his cock disappear into her, slick with her arousal. "s’wet f’me, baby."

y/n nodded, unable to speak through her moans, her body moving on instinct, riding him harder, chasing her pleasure.

matt's hands were everywhere – on her breasts, squeezing them through her top, then trailing down her back, pulling her into a desperate, messy kiss. their tongues clashed, tasting each other, the salt of their sweat mingling.

their rhythm became frantic, matt thrusting up with such force, each movement designed to drive her over the edge. y/n's mind was fogging, her thoughts narrowing down to the sensation of him inside her, the overwhelming pleasure making her feel like she was losing her mind, her words turning into incoherent moans and whimpers.

"fuck, m’gonna fuck y’so stupid," matt growled, his voice breaking as he felt his climax building, his balls tight against his body, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.

"please, babe, ’m so close" y/n gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling as that coil in her belly tightened to the breaking point.

with a few more hard, relentless thrusts, matt came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with hot jets of cum, his moans loud and uninhibited.

y/n followed immediately, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around him, milking him through his release, her body trembling with the aftershocks, completely overwhelmed, fucked into a state of blissful stupidity.

they stayed like that, panting, hearts racing, the windows fogged up, creating their own private world inside the car. matt let out a lazy chuckle, his voice hoarse. "damn, y’made me lose control on that one."

y/n, catching her breath, managed a satisfied, dazed smile. "m’so glad we decided to go for a drive."

matt pulled her down for another kiss, this one slower, more tender, his hands gentling on her body. "yeah, me too."

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you can make it up but can you do smt like chris being really pda with the reader and like matt and nick make fun of him but the reader loves it

៹ Seen. chris sturniolo.

The pins fall with a clean, solid crash.

“STRIKE!” Chris shouts, in his head. On the outside, he stays cool, just turning around. When he notices my phone recording him, he does a silly celebration dance. Then he searches for my eyes once he sees I stopped filming.

"Did you get that? Did I look cool?"

He walks over with that proud grin and his arms already wide open, expecting a hug. I don’t even get a chance to stand — he drops right next to me on the seat, wraps me in his arms, and hides his face in my neck. I run my hand down his back and feel a soft kiss on my skin.

Just a few feet away, Nick rolls his eyes from his seat.

"You guys are actually disgusting." he mutters, right before it’s his turn. Without waiting for a reply, he heads off to grab his ball.

"Don’t say that!" Chris says, now properly settling next to me, slipping an arm around my waist.

"He’s joking, relax," I say when I notice his frown. I rest my hand on his chest, smiling. His face softens and he adjusts his hat, brushing his hair back.

Chris doesn’t even flinch at his brother’s comment. He pulls me in with that cozy warmth he only gives off when he’s comfortable. He fixes a strand of my hair and caresses my cheek. He looks so comfy, like we’re sitting in his living room, not in the middle of a bowling alley under blue lights and surrounded by people.

"Careful, anyone here could take a picture of you," I say, gently holding his wrist. "Chris Sturniolo spotted flirting with a mystery girl at downtown LA bowling alley..." I read aloud in the voice of a random gossip account.

"Couldn’t care less right now," he says with a lazy smile, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"I just don’t wanna cause you drama or headlines. I know what the Chris girls might say," I add, teasing.

He looks at me, suddenly serious.

"Then let 'em know. Let 'em all find out. You're good for me and that's all that matters."

His words catch me off guard. I smile — it’s the only thing I can do. I gently cup his face.

"Did you spike your Pepsi and not tell me?"

"I’m just drunk in love with you," he says, immediately back to being goofy. I roll my eyes, and he flashes a long, sweet smile before giving me a slow kiss and lacing his fingers with mine.

Matt walks past us with a slice of pizza in one hand and a lemonade in the other. He hears the tail end of it and raised his eyebrows.

"Wow. Did I miss something? Chris became boyfriend of the year while I was grabbing food?" he says, sitting across from us.

"First of all, I’ve always been boyfriend of the year. And second, you didn’t miss anything important. Just made the best shot of the night." Chris says with a shrug.

"Cocky." Matt mutters with a mouthful of pizza. My name flashes on the screen, signaling it’s my turn.

Chris gives me a wink, a little squeeze on my thigh, and I head off to the lane.

While I’m lining up my shot, the boys keep chatting behind me.

"Are you two celebrating an anniversary or something and we’re just the third wheels now?" Nick says, dropping down next to Chris.

"What are you talkin' about?" Chris chuckles, sipping his soda.

"We’ve seriously lost you, kid." Matt says, cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms.

"I’m just happy, dude. I’ve never felt like this before..." Chris says quietly, like he’s confessing something they all already know.

"We’re happy for you. It’s weird seeing you like this, in public. Makes me wanna throw up, but it’s kinda funny." Nick says, earning a light punch in the arm from Matt.

"We’re just messing around, okay? But keep those corny Instagram stories in close friends for now. The world’s not ready for two cutie like you guys." Matt teases with a grin, getting up to take his turn. "But seriously, we’re happy for you. Both of you." He claps Chris on the shoulder and heads off.

Matt gives me a half-smile as we cross paths, and I head back to Chris. I stay standing next to him, and one of his arms wraps around my thighs from where he’s seated, resting his head on my stomach. I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

And this time, I don’t care if anyone sees us or recognizes him. Because I like seeing him like this too — almost wanting to be seen.

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SPIRALING DEPRESSION

Loser!Matt X Popular!Reader

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Matt had never been the way he was being right now with you. He had never been this sad in his life. Usually, he wouldn’t give two fucks about girls. It was just how he was — careless, nonchalant, always the first one to stop caring. But you? You were different. You weren’t just some girl who would fade out of his life after a couple months. You were it. You were the thing he thought about when he woke up and the thing he wished he could dream about when he went to sleep. Losing you felt like the entire world dropped out from under him, like he couldn’t breathe right anymore, like nothing even mattered.

He didn’t go to school for a couple of days. Didn’t text anyone back. Barely even touched his phone except to scroll mindlessly until he felt sick. He didn’t leave his room. Didn’t eat. Didn’t even get up to shower. The only thing he did was smoke — over and over and over again until the air in his room was thick and heavy and the walls practically dripped with the smell of weed. His sheets smelled like it, his hair, his skin. It was all he could do to feel anything, even if it just made him feel worse afterward.

Nick would sometimes knock on his door, trying to sound casual, but he always ended up getting frustrated when Matt wouldn’t answer.

“Dude, seriously? Get your fucking act together,” Nick said one afternoon, standing with his arms crossed, his face twisted in a mix of worry and irritation. “You’re gonna ruin yourself over this shit? Over her?”

Matt didn’t even look at him. Just pulled the blanket further over his head, mumbling something that didn’t even make sense.

Chris handled it differently. He would sneak in quietly, set a plate of food down on Matt’s desk, and sit there for a while without saying anything. Then eventually, when Matt still wouldn’t move, Chris would sigh and come sit on the edge of the bed, nudging his shoulder gently.

“C’mon, Matt… please?” Chris said one night, his voice soft like he was talking to a little kid. “You gotta eat, bro. You’re scaring us.”

Matt shook his head, sinking deeper into the mattress, his voice hoarse and low.

“M’not hungry…”

Chris stayed sitting there for a minute longer, staring down at his brother, not knowing what else to say. What could he even say? That it was gonna get better? That Matt would forget about you? They both knew it would be a lie.

Matt didn’t want to forget you.

He just wanted you back.

And it was eating him alive.

Chris sat there quietly for a while, not moving, not saying anything else. He kept glancing at Matt out of the corner of his eye, his heart sinking with every second that passed. It wasn’t like Matt to shut down like this. Yeah, he could be distant, closed off — but never like this. Never so completely… gone.

Finally, Chris shifted closer, carefully lifting the blanket and sliding under it next to Matt like they were little kids again. He didn’t say anything at first, just laid there, wrapping an arm around Matt’s shoulders, pulling him close. Matt stiffened for a second, like he was embarrassed, but he didn’t pull away. He just let Chris hold him.

Chris tightened his hold slightly, resting his chin lightly on Matt’s head.

“You’re allowed to not be okay, you know…” Chris murmured, his voice so soft it barely made it over the sound of Matt’s shaky breathing. “You don’t gotta pretend with me.”

Matt didn’t answer.

He didn’t even nod.

He just laid there, eyes burning, throat tight, chest heavy like he couldn’t get enough air no matter how hard he tried.

Chris squeezed him a little tighter, trying to get something out of him — a word, a sound, anything.

“Talk to me, Matty,” he whispered. “Please, man. Just… say something.”

But Matt couldn’t.

He couldn’t even move.

It felt like if he opened his mouth, he would just start crying and he wouldn’t be able to stop. It felt like if he let himself speak, he would fall apart completely, and maybe he wouldn’t ever be able to put himself back together again. He was so tired. So angry. So heartbroken. It all just sat in his chest like concrete, heavy and cold.

Chris felt him trembling a little, felt how tense he was, and it made his stomach twist painfully.

“You don’t have to fix it all right now, okay?” Chris whispered. “You just gotta let someone be there for you.”

Still, Matt stayed silent, his hands fisting the blanket tightly. His jaw was clenched so hard it hurt. His heart was pounding in his ears. He wasn’t okay.

And he didn’t know how to be anymore.

Chris stayed.

Held him tighter.

And didn’t leave.

Later that night, Chris sat on the edge of his bed, his phone burning a hole in his hand. He kept thinking about Matt — the way he barely moved, barely breathed. It made him sick. It made him angry. He didn’t even care if it wasn’t his place. He couldn’t watch Matt be ripped apart like this and stay quiet.

His fingers moved faster than his brain could catch up.

He opened your contact and started typing.

He didn’t even stop to think.

Chris: “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

He barely gave you time to respond before another text came flying through.

Chris: “You think it’s funny? You think it’s cute how you broke him?”

Chris: “You have NO idea how bad he’s been. He’s not eating. He’s not sleeping. He’s not even talking.”

His hands were shaking with how pissed off he was.

Chris: “You don’t even care. You’re so wrapped up in that fake piece of shit you don’t even see what you did to him.”

Chris: “He would’ve given you the world and you picked that!?”

He took a second, breathing hard, seeing the little “typing…” bubble pop up for a second — but he didn’t care what you were going to say. He wasn’t done.

Chris: “He’s fucking broken. Because of you.”

Chris: “And what’s sad is he STILL would probably take you back.”

He tossed his phone on the bed, running his hands through his hair, pacing because he couldn’t sit still. His stomach twisted up in knots, guilt biting at him but anger pushing harder.

Because Matt didn’t deserve this.

Not even a little bit.

And if no one else was gonna say it, Chris would.

Your hands were trembling as you read the messages. Every single word felt like it was slicing straight through your chest. You couldn’t even breathe properly, your heart hammering against your ribs. Without even thinking, you typed back fast, your fingers shaking.

You: “chris pls let me come over. please.”

There was no hesitation in his response.

Chris: “No.”

Just one word. Cold. Harsh. It made your stomach drop. Your throat tightened as you typed again.

You: “please. i’m begging you. i never meant for it to be this way.”

You: “i didn’t know he was hurting this bad. i didn’t know.”

You: “please chris. i need to see him. please.”

You stared at the screen, willing him to answer. Every second felt like it stretched on forever. You wiped your eyes harshly, holding your breath — until finally, three little dots appeared.

Chris: “Fine.”

Chris: “But if you come over and make it worse, i’m kicking you the fuck out. i’m serious.”

You didn’t even wait to respond. You grabbed your shoes, slipped them on with fumbling hands, and practically ran out the door.

Your mind was spinning the whole way there.

You didn’t know what you were going to say.

You didn’t even know if Matt would want to see you.

But you had to try.

You had to fix this.

Somehow.

You barely even knocked on the front door before Chris was yanking it open. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look at you. He just jerked his thumb toward the stairs, his face hard and tired.

You whispered a tiny, “Thank you,” but he didn’t respond.

You didn’t expect him to.

Your legs felt like they were made of lead as you climbed the stairs. Every step felt heavier, slower, the air thicker. When you got to Matt’s door, your heart just about broke. It was cracked open a sliver, just enough to see the dim light spilling out from inside, and you could hear the faint sound of music playing from his phone. Something soft and low and sad.

You pushed it open a little more.

There he was.

Curled up in his bed, hoodie pulled up over his head, blanket wrapped around him like a shield. His whole room smelled like weed and sadness. His back was facing you. He didn’t even turn around. He must’ve thought it was Chris again.

You swallowed hard, blinking back tears.

You took a slow, tiny step inside.

Your voice barely came out.

“Matt…?” you whispered, so gentle, so soft, like you were scared you might break him even more if you spoke too loud.

He froze. His whole body stiffened under the blanket.

Slowly, so slowly, he peeked his head out from under his hood, his red puffy eyes meeting yours.

The second he saw you, everything just dropped. His tough guy act, his anger, his walls — it all crumbled in one second.

His lip trembled just a little. His chest rose and fell in a shaky breath. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

You crossed the room without thinking, barely giving him a second to stop you. You sat down right beside him, your hands so, so careful, so delicate, like touching him wrong might shatter him completely.

You brushed your fingertips against his sleeve, a question in your touch.

He answered without words — he grabbed onto you.

Desperately.

Like he couldn’t believe you were real.

Like if he let go, you might disappear.

Matt buried his face into your shoulder, dragging you into him like he needed you to breathe, like your presence alone could fix the giant hole in his chest. His hands fisted the back of your hoodie tightly, squeezing you against him like he was scared you’d run.

You could feel how fast his heart was beating. How tense he still was.

You whispered against his ear, “I’m here, Matt… I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

He let out the tiniest, broken noise. His arms wrapped around you even tighter, his nose nudging into the side of your neck, breathing you in like you were oxygen.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, voice raw and hoarse. “Missed you so much. Needed you…”

You just held him, your fingers tangling into his hair, gentle and slow.

You didn’t tell him it was going to be okay — because you didn’t know if it would be.

You just let him cling to you.

And that was enough.

You sat with him like that for a while — no words, just quiet breathing, the weight of everything between you pressing down but not crushing you yet.

Eventually, you felt him start to shake a little.

It wasn’t from crying.

It was weakness.

You pulled back just enough to see his face — pale, drained, his eyes barely staying open. Your heart twisted painfully.

“Matty…” you whispered, brushing the hair out of his eyes, “you need to eat something.”

He immediately shook his head, stubborn, like a little kid.

“M’not hungry,” he rasped, voice scratchy from days of barely talking. He buried his face back into your neck like he could hide from the world there.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him tighter.

“Please? For me?” you murmured, your voice so gentle it almost didn’t even sound like yours.

He hesitated.

You felt the way his body sagged, the smallest bit of his fight leaving him.

Finally, with a tiny, reluctant nod, he gave in.

You kissed the top of his head softly, whispering, “Good boy…”

He blushed, hiding even further into you, but he let you tug him out of bed.

You kept your hand laced with his as you led him downstairs, slow and careful, like he was made of glass. Chris and Nick watched from the living room but didn’t say anything — they just exchanged a look. Relief, maybe.

You grabbed a bowl of fruit, the softest thing you could find, and sat him down at the table. You knelt in front of him, holding up a piece to his mouth like you were taking care of a patient.

Matt gave you this tiny, almost embarrassed glance — but he opened his mouth and let you feed him.

“Good,” you whispered, smiling softly.

You fed him slowly, piece by piece.

Every time he chewed, you whispered little praises under your breath.

“You’re doing so good, Matty…”

“I’m so proud of you, baby…”

“Almost done, okay?”

When he finished, you kissed his hand and smiled up at him, and for the first time in days, his eyes didn’t look so completely dead.

—

Later, you helped him back upstairs.

You could tell he still felt gross and heavy, his skin clammy, his clothes reeking of smoke and sadness.

Without thinking, you whispered, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

He blinked down at you, confused — like he wasn’t sure if you were serious.

But when you tugged him gently into the bathroom and turned the shower on warm, he didn’t fight you.

He just stood there, staring at you with wide, exhausted eyes.

You helped him pull off his hoodie, your fingers delicate, like you were undressing something fragile. His shirt next.

You glanced up at him — he looked almost shy, almost vulnerable in a way you had never seen him before.

You smiled sweetly, stepping back a little. “Go ahead, baby. I’ll wait right here.”

Matt nodded, stepping into the shower. The second the warm water hit him, he sagged against the wall, like he could finally breathe.

You sat on the floor outside the tub, leaning your back against the door, talking softly to him the whole time so he wouldn’t feel alone.

When he got out, you wrapped a towel around his shoulders and dried his hair carefully with another.

He didn’t stop looking at you the whole time — his eyes wide, almost glassy with emotion.

“You’re so good to me,” he mumbled, voice breaking.

You cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks.

“You deserve someone being good to you, Matty,” you whispered back.

He leaned into your touch like he needed it to survive.

After you finished drying him off, you knelt there for a second, just holding the towel around his shoulders, breathing with him. He looked better already — the warmth back in his skin, the slight pink on his cheeks from the steam.

You stood up carefully, grabbing one of his hoodies from his dresser — an old faded one that you knew was his favorite — and a pair of clean sweats. You turned back to him, smiling softly.

“C’mere,” you whispered.

Matt obeyed without a single word, stepping closer to you like he was in a trance. You helped him into his clothes, your fingers brushing against his skin in the softest, most careful touches. Every time he flinched or shivered, you would just pause, rubbing small circles into his arms until he relaxed again.

Once he was dressed, you tucked him gently back into bed like he was something precious.

But you didn’t stop there.

You looked around the room, your heart sinking at the state of it — the overwhelming smell of smoke, the mess, the thick heaviness in the air.

Without needing to be asked, you cracked open the window, letting fresh air in.

You found an old candle on his desk, lit it, and placed it on his nightstand.

You picked up the empty bottles, the dirty clothes, quietly making the room feel livable again — a safe place instead of a graveyard.

Matt just laid there watching you, eyes glassy, chest rising and falling slowly under the clean hoodie.

“You didn’t have to do that…” he rasped out when you finally sat back down on the bed.

You just smiled at him, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes.

“I wanted to,” you whispered.

For a second, it felt okay.

Better.

Like maybe — maybe — everything could be okay again.

But then Matt spoke again, his voice small and shaky.

“I don’t trust him,” he mumbled, almost like he was scared to say it out loud. “Noah. I swear, Y/N…he’s not who you think he is.”

You felt your heart tighten.

You hated seeing him like this — so broken, so worried — but you also knew how messy everything was, how complicated.

You reached out, squeezing his hand softly.

“Matt,” you said gently, “I know you’re just trying to protect me. I get it, I do. But…Noah’s been good to me.”

Matt’s jaw tightened, his whole body going tense.

“I swear to God, if he hurts you—”

“He won’t,” you interrupted, voice still soft but firm. “Please…please just trust me on this, okay?”

He looked like he wanted to argue — so badly — but when he saw the look in your eyes, something in him just crumbled.

He nodded stiffly, looking away, biting at his lip to keep the words in.

You crawled back into bed next to him, pulling the covers up around both of you.

Without even thinking, Matt wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart again.

And you let him.

Because you needed him too, more than you wanted to admit.

—

A/N- Her calling him baby makes me wanna die even tho i wrote it.

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[mattsangelbaby]

SCARED OF MY GUITAR — m. sturniolo

in which … you and matt start to lose the spark but what happens when you pretend everything’s fine?

angst !! arguing, crying, little fluff, some toxic behavior, use of pet names, unresolved angst

1.4k words

“ perfect, easy, so good to me. “

you and matt have the ideal relationship. everything someone could want in a relationship, you guys have it. he is nothing but the sweetest, kindest, most perfect guy you’ve ever had. it’s been a great eight months— nothing short but amazing. there was weekly dates, weekly flowers, mini- vacations, late night talks, and so much more. nothing makes you more happier than matt, and being with matt.

your currently cuddled up on his couch, your head resting on his chest— while his arms are wrapped loosely around your waist and his cheek on top of your head. you nuzzle your face into his neck, your warm breath hitting him.

“i missed you,” you whisper— your soft voice putting a smile onto his face. his hands trace small patterns onto your back, as he kisses the top of your head.

“missed you more, baby,” matt mumbles, pulling you closer into him. you let out a sigh as this was nothing less than perfect, but why doesn’t it feel right?

“ so why’s there a pit in my gut— in the shape of you? “

the past few weeks have been— odd. you and matt have been spending less time together, being more “busy” as you guys like to say. less texts, less phone calls, less flowers, less everything. things were going so good, but what happened? maybe it’s just a tiny rough patch all couples go through it, right?

your currently curled up in your bed, tv on, watching a show as you get a phone call— matt. you immediately pick up, so excited that you finally get to talk to him for the first time this week.

“hi sweetheart,” matt’s low voice comes through the phone— almost sounding tired. “hi matt, i’ve missed you.”

he just hums in acknowledgement, giving no “i miss you” back. you notice this— your face falling slightly trying not to overthink it to much. maybe he’s just having a rough day? yeah, until every phone call after that only gets worse. there’s less and less, more quick, and couldn’t sound more uninterested. this is normal, right?

“ maybe i’m just overwhelmed, maybe i’m confused. “

as weeks past, it only goes downhill. you haven’t seen matt in almost 4 weeks, haven’t talked to him on the phone in about a week, and texts only last about 5 minutes. maybe he’s just stressed? maybe he’s just busy? or maybe your just overwhelmed? this happens— it’s normal, you keep telling yourself.

for the first time in almost a month, matt finally comes over. you’ve been looking forward to this moment for awhile, you’ve missed his touch, his love, you’ve missed him. but as the both of you are on the couch, watching a movie, things couldn’t be more different. there’s a gap between you both, no one touching each other, little words actually spoken— it’s fine, it’s okay.

you slowly move your hand over to matt’s, laying it on top of his before he yanks his hand away. you look up at him with glassy eyes— desperately trying to keep the tears in. “what’s wrong?” you mumble in a shaky tone, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

of course he notices but not a word comes out of his mouth about it. maybe he’s just doesn’t care.“m’fine.” matt states firmly, not a hint of emotion evident in his voice. no love, no care, just— nothing. but you’ll pretend it’s fine. like you always have.

“ but i keep thinkin’ i’ll find a cure. “

the sounds of screaming voices and tension fill the kitchen air. matt has been getting mad at you lately for the tiniest things, and it’s been draining. it’s almost like you can’t take a step forward without him pushing you back. you keep trying to figure out if there’s something you can do to fix this— something to make it better. but what can you do?

“i dont understand what’s going on with you,” you shout, your voice a bit wobbly. matt leans against the stove— arms crossed around his chest. “nothing’s going on w’me. your being dramatic.

you scoff— trying to keep a tough exterior knowing this is breaking you on the inside. where’s the matt that used to love you? where’s the matt you used to know?

“me being dramatic? matt, you barley spend any time with me anymore. something’s up.” matt slightly rolls his eyes, clearly fed up with you.

“god, you’re so annoying sometimes. leave me alone, kid.” tears brim at your eyelids, threatening to fall over as matt leaves the kitchen walking into your bedroom.

when did he get so mean?

“ say that i’m fine, i tell you all the time— that i’ve never felt so happy and sure. “

you know that nothing can fix you and matt. nothing you do, nothing he does will ever fix the spark between you too. the light is slowly dying out. but what do you do when the person means everything? pretend it’s fine, that you’ve never felt happier.

putting on an act is easier then listening to your own feelings— dealing with them. matt is your savior, the light in your life, the person you’ve only ever seen a future with. you know you don’t deserve to get treated like this, to feel unhappy. but is this all truly happenening, or is it all in your head? maybe your so deep in your act that you don’t even realize anymore that it’s an act.

maybe this is all you’ll ever need.

“ but i’m so scared of my guitar, ‘cause it cuts right through to the heart. “

as time goes on, it gets harder and harder. why does the thought alone of matt make you feel so sad? when the two of you are actually together, it feels like there’s a whole ocean between you two. is swimming across that ocean worth it anymore? or will you get to the other side and see only a small island with nothing to give.

what are you supposed to do? talking to someone feels pointless. how are they supposed to change his heart and make it follow you— how? the words “i love you” feel nothing short but a lie. how could the one man you loved with everything in you, make those words not feel true anymore? he acted like you weren’t even his girlfriend, nothing but an afterthought in his mind. how could he do this? how could you keep fighting for something that he wasn’t fighting for— fight for a battle you were losing?

“ i can’t lie to it the same way that i lie to you. “

lying seemed to become more of a regular thing. around matt, you seemed happy— joyful. almost like you were so innocent that you couldn’t see what was happening right in front of you. everytime someone asked about you and matt the words, “amazing”, “perfect”, “great!” were things that left your mouth, when they couldn’t be farther from the truth.

when you would go out shopping with matt, you would notice his eyes drift to the other girls— his eyes trailing down over there bodies, taking in every little feature. and so you pretended you didn’t feel something stab you on the inside everytime, you just pretended. if you lie— it hides the fact that everyday you and matt are slowly falling out of love. slowly and slowly.

“ so i’ll lay in your arms and pretend that it’s love. “

days, weeks, months past as you felt even more deatched from your relationship. how much more pretending could you keep doing? maybe if matt noticed you were fading away, he’d do something. but he never did. loving him felt like a chore, something you didn’t want to keep doing. long and restless nights were becoming normal— the thoughts overbearing. you felt yourself grieving over something that wasn’t dead yet. but to you, the fire had burned out a long time ago. the matches giving up.

nobody asked questions, because nobody knew. how were they supposed to know? you find yourself thinking about the late nights he would hold you in his arms, the nights where you would watch the stars, where you felt like the most special person.

the crushing reality slowly dawns on you over time— the sickining feeling in your gut weighing you down. what if you never find anything better? how could you trade something that’s good for what’s right? matt was the person for you, matt showed you something that no one else ever has, and maybe you’ll feel this way forever— the feeling of giving something even if you have nothing left to give. things will get better and things will be okay, knowing that the spark left a long time ago, but you can’t give up something that makes you so happy. that did make you so happy.

so you’ll lay in his arms and pretend it’s enough.

© mattsangelbaby

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ·˚ ༘ ꒱ i hope you all enjoyed this little onshot !! i’m not good at writing angst but this idea popped into my mind and i just had to do it! i’m hoping to start writing for my au so send in requests and please ask questions about them!!

[writtenbyan-aries]

hiiii I lit love your sturniolo fics!!! could you do one where reader comes home to their house after a night out and when she’s in the kitchen h Matt comes in to make sure she’s okay?? kinda cute maybe friends to lovers?? but I don’t rllt want smut if that’s ok

Summary: Matt and reader talk in the kitchen after coming home from a night out

Warnings: swearing, slightly drunk!reader, friends to lovers, fluff

Word Count: 2.1K | unedited

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You let out a sigh as you finally seen the familiar door come into view, “Thank god.” You mumble as you dig your keys from your purse.

You look up, not seeing any lights on, so you knew you had to be as quiet as you possibly could.

You slipped your key into the lock, slowly turning it before giving the door a gentle push, popping it open. You step in, and take your key out before closing the door behind you.

As you turn, you bend down, dropping your heels on top of the other guys sneakers and you place your hand on the wall, catching yourself before you fall over.

You press your lips together, bringing hand to your mouth as you stifle back your drunken laughter. You take a second to compose yourself before you carefully make your way up the steps.

You grip the railing, pulling yourself up as you trek your way to the top. It was dark, but you’ve been here many times before, so you know you’re way around the house well.

You step into the kitchen, flicking the light on as you walk by the switches. You quietly hum to yourself as you walk over, reaching up to pull the cupboard doors open.

Your head tilts to the side as your eyes scan over all of the snacks and food sitting on the shelves.

You let out a quiet sigh and turn around, jumping when you see Matt leaning against the doorframe, “Holy shit.” You giggle, “You scared me!”

Matt chuckles, “Didn’t mean to do that, what are you doing?”

“You need a-a bell or something.” You turn around, leaning against the counter to hold yourself up, “I walked from the bar, I used my key.“

Matt shakes his head, “No, I mean like, here. In the kitchen.” You laugh, “Oh, I was hungry. Did I wake you up?” He reaches up, pushing his hood down to run his fingers through his hair, “No. I’ve been up. Knew you were out, wanted to make sure you were good.”

You smile, “Aren’t you a gentleman.”

He furrows his brows, “Are you drunk?”

“I.. may or may not be a little inebriated.” You laugh and he shakes his head with a smirk, “Did you have fun?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “Mm, I wouldn’t go that far.” He crosses his arms, “What happened?”

“Can I tell you after I get out of this dress and get something to eat?” You pout and he nods, “What do you want? I’ll make it while you go change.”

You let out a sigh, “I would love a grilled cheese.”

“Coming right up.” Matt smiles as he walks over to the stove, “There’s a basket with your stuff in the spare, or you can take some of mine, whatever works.”

You walk behind him, your hand gently running over his back, “Thank you, Matt.” He nods, shaking his head, “I don’t know how you wear that thing.”

“What? You don’t like it?” You tease as you look down at your dress, and Matt laughs slightly, “I didn’t say that. I just mean it looks kinda uncomfortable.”

“Speak for yourself.” You giggle, “If you ever want to try it on, just ask.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” Matt rolls his eyes and reaches back to push you towards the door with a laugh, “Now go change.”

You make your way to the spare, grabbing a pair of shorts from the basket before making your way to Matt’s room. You grab his blue hoodie, taking off your dress before slipping it on over your head.

You make your way back out to the kitchen, walking up behind him. He looks over, doing a double take as he smirks, “Looks good on you.”

“Comfy, too.” You smirk, walking over to get a water from the fridge, “How was your stream tonight?” You ask as you lift yourself onto the counter, “Seemed like it was good.”

“You watched the stream?” Matt glances at you in surprise, “weren’t you at the bar?”

You nod, “I did, okay. So. Wait, do you want the full story, or the short story?” He slides your grilled cheese into the plate and hands it to you, “I got all night, so give me the long story.”

You take the plate, setting it down on your lap, “okay.” You take a bite and give it a second before speaking, “So, Stella picked me up from my house, right? Then we went and got Liza and Taylor. We made it to the first bar, and after maybe one or two drinks, Liza seen her ex with another girl.”

“Luke, right?“ Matt asks as he walks to stand in front of you, “The one she isn’t over?”

You smirk slightly at him remembering stuff you’ve told him before, but little did you know, Matt could listen to you talk about anything forever.

He loved the sound of your voice.

“Right.” You nod, “So after they had an exchange, she ended up going home with him, or wherever to..” you lift your hands to add air quotes, “Fix things.”

“So she left you and the others at the bar?” Matt raises his brows as you nod, “Wow, okay. Then what happened?”

“So that bar was dead and Stella said about going to a new one, the one I walked from and-“ Matt cuts you off, “You know you didn’t have to walk right? I could have came and got you?”

“I know, but I know how tired you get after streaming most nights, so I just didn’t want to disturb you or anything like that.”

Matt shakes his head, “Like I said before, I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to, especially knowing you weren’t home or here and you were also drinking.”

You extend your pink out, “I promise to always call you when I’m out drinking from now on.” He squints and reaches out to interlock his pinky with yours, “I’m going to hold you to it.”

You smile and watch as he slowly pulls his hand away from yours, “So, um. Anyway.” You take another bite of your sandwich, quickly chewing before letting out a sigh, “Stella takes us to this bar and it was better than the last, but then she started doing tequila shots, with a guy from her work I guess, and she ended up leaving with him!”

“Wait, she drove you guys didn’t she?” Matt asks and you nod, “Yep. Took her fuckin’ keys with her.”

He scoffs, “That’s ridiculous.”

You nod, “So then, I’m stuck with Taylor, who didn’t even want to come out in the first place. She barely spoke. So I seen you guys were streaming so I just sat there and watched that.”

He smirks, “I’ve never heard of anyone watching our stream in a bar before.”

“I can’t be your biggest fan if I don’t watch them where ever I am, Matt.” You tease and he laughs, “Wait.” He points, “Were you the one teasing me about my hair sticking up?”

You purse your lips, “No.”

“Y/n!” He laughs, “I should have known.”

You smirk, “Gotta fuck you one way or the other, right?” He laughs, leaning against the counter as he shakes his head, “So what happened with Taylor?”

“Oh right, she went up to get another drink, but after five minutes of her not coming back, I looked and she was gone.”

“Where did she go?” Matt asks and you shrug, “I didn’t know at first. But then on my way here she texted me, saying sorry she left and that she got a ride from her sister.”

“So everyone kinda ruined it in their own ways.” He frowns, “I’m sorry, y/n.” You shrug, “It’s fine, actually, watching your streams and getting drunk is literally so fun.”

“New video idea.” Matt laughs and you point, “Make sure you credit me for the idea.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “Well duh, of course you’d get credit, I’d want you to be in it.”

You raise your brows, “Really?”

He nods, “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re like, our best friend, y/n.”

You nod, smiling slightly, “Do you think we’d be friends even if we both weren’t both YouTubers?” Matt nods, “Oh definitely.”

You smile bigger, “that’s good to hear.”

“Do you think so?” He asks and you nod, “A hundred percent.” You look over at him, letting out a sigh, “I don’t think meeting under any other circumstances would change the way I feel about you.”

“And.. just how do you feel about me, y/n?” Matt teases and you slide down off the counter, putting your plate in the sink, “How do you think I feel about you Matt?”

He laughs to himself, “I think you like me just a little bit more than my brothers.”

“Is that so?” You spin around, watching as he nods, “I mean, yeah. It is so.”

You tilt your head, “Let’s just say I did..” you shrug, “Then what?” He shrugs back, “You tell me.” You take a deep breath, “Wouldn’t that affect anything?” He furrows his brows, “Define, anything.”

“Like your videos. The viewers. I seen how people acted when they thought we were together that one time before.”

Matt shrugs, “Honestly, I don’t really care.”

Your eyes grow slightly wider, “about?”

“What you just said, so what if I want to be with you? You make me a hell of a lot more happy than sitting on stream and screaming at Chris, although, that is fun..” he laughs slightly, “I feel like it would just be so much better if we just stop putting our feelings to the side.”

Your heart was racing, the alcohol has fully worn off now.

“Is that what you want to do?” You look up at him and he shrugs, “Only if you do, I mean, I’m perfectly fine being friends, but I can tell you right now, me staring at you when you’re around or thinking about you when you’re not, isn’t going to stop.”

“I can see why people think we’re together.” You laugh slightly, reaching up to run a hand through your hair, “I mean, it would really be nice to finally not have to act like I’m not completely into you when there’s a camera rolling.”

He smirks, “So you admit that you do like me more than a friend?”

You scoff, “Pretty sure you’re the one who admitted it first, Matt.” You smirk, “I’m just agreeing with you.”

He walks over and wraps his arms around you, “We can keep it on the low for a little bit if you want.” You wrap your arms around his waist and you nod, “I mean, I don’t think anything is really changing, you know.”

You look up at him and he smirks, “I can tell you something that’s different.”

“Oh yeah?” You giggle, eyes bouncing between his lips and eyes, “Show me.” He leans down, gently pressing his lips on yours and you take a deep breath as he pulls away, “I like that.”

He wraps his arms around your head, taking in a deep breath as he kisses your head, “I like you, so much.”

You nod, “I like you, so much, too.”

He pulls you with him, back to his room, and for the next two hours, you guys talked quietly. You never ran out of things to talk about.

It was peaceful. It felt like you two were the only ones awake.

That was until Chris walks into Matt’s room, “Matt, are you-“ he stops, his eyes on you. You and Matt stare back at Chris until he sighs, “About fucking time.”

He turns around, closing the door behind him as he leaves. You and Matt laugh quietly with each other, resuming your conversation.

A little bit later, after a small moment of silence, “I like having these late night conversations with you.” Matt whispers, his hand stroking gently over your hair, “It’s nice.”

You nod, humming quietly against his chest, “Mhm.”

“Are you tired?” He asks with a quiet laugh, “You can go to sleep.”

You shift around, looking up at him, “I just don’t want to miss out on this.” He smirks, “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He presses a gently kiss to your forehead, “I don’t have plans tomorrow, so we can do this all day, baby.”

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love evolves. Matt × Reader

Kindergarten.

When the teacher brought in three little boys, wide blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, you were ecstatic. New friends? Sign you straight up.

"Kids this is Matt,Nick,and Chris. They're triplets, how fun! I hope you all get along, yall can go take a seat next to Y/n over there." She points in your direction and soon 2 of the boys are running towards you and one is shyly walking behind them.

"Hi I'm Chris and this is Nick and that's Matt and- what are you drawing? it's pretty, can I draw with you?" The boy -Chris- rambles, his mouth moving faster than you can keep up and you nod, handing him a crayon.

He plops down next to you on a gray plastic chair as Nick takes a seat next to him on a pink one. Matt sits right next to you on a blue one.

"Hi! I'm Y/n, you wanna color?" You beam and hand him a blue crayon.

He nods and grabs the crayon, grabbing a piece of paper and ultimately scribbling all over it. You giggle and scribble on your own peice.

This wasn't love per say just two little kids coloring together but that's a start, right?

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a/n: start of a series!!!! (does it count as a series if the series are blurbs??)

[eclipsturns]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ NOW YOU'RE WATCHING ... ㅤsub!matt's gift giving kink.

matt’s got this thing: he loves spoiling you, dropping cash on gifts that get his dick hard just thinking about; not flowers or sweet shit, nah, he’s all about stuff he can watch you wear while he’s balls-deep, stuff he can rip off mid-thrust, or toys that make the fucking messier, louder, better.

you’ve caught him a million times scrolling sites on his phone, sprawled on the couch in his plaid pajama pants, hair a floppy mess, muttering, “fuck, y’d look s’good in this,” as he adds lacy thongs, silk ties, or some buzzing gadget to the cart. It’s his kink—seeing you decked out in his presents, knowing he picked it, paid for it, and gets to ruin it.

today’s no different.

you’re chilling in his room, the air thick with that stale boy smell—sweat, cologne, and whatever takeout he forgot under the bed. he’s slouched against the headboard, bare-chested, pajama pants low enough to show the faint happy trail dipping under the waistband, scrolling tiktok with one hand, the other lazily scratching his stomach.

the doorbell buzzes, and his head jerks up, eyes lighting with that slow, horny grin. “oh, fuck... it’s here,” he mumbles, his tone slurry and eager while stumbling off the bed, tripping over a sneaker as he bolts for the door.

he’s back in a flash, a small brown package in his hands, tossing it onto the bed like it’s gold. “open it, sweetheart—c’mon, for me,” he says, flopping beside you, leaning in close, breath hot on your neck as his fingers twitch, itching to see.

you rip it open, making that annoying black tissue paper spill out—and there it is: a red lace bodysuit, all sheer and strappy, crotchless, the kind that’d frame your pussy like an invitation.

his eyes go dark, tongue swiping his bottom lip as he mutters, “shit, y’gonna wear that? m’so fuckin’ hard already.”

“you’re such a perv,” you tease, smirking, but you’re already stripping—tank off, shorts yanked down, because you know it gets him whining, needy, that lazy sub side of him kicking in hard.

he watches, sprawled back, hand sliding to his pajama pants, palming his cock through the fabric as you shimmy into the bodysuit. the lace hugs your tits, digs into your hips, leaves your cunt bare and dripping, and he groans, low and desperate, “fuck, baby. y’look so good, so perfect f’me.”

“gonna use it?” you ask, climbing over him, straddling his thighs, and he nods fast, all sloppy and eager, hands fumbling to shove his pants down. his cock springs free, looking thick, leaking, the tip red and twitching as he grips it, stroking slow, eyes locked on the lace stretched tight over your chest, the open slit where your pussy’s already glistening.

“i’m so—fuck, m’so into this,” he slurs, voice cracking, “rip it if y’want, just please, fuck me.

you don’t waste time, immediately grabbing his wrists, pinning them above his head, the bodysuit’s straps digging into your skin as you grind your wet cunt against his cock, teasing, not letting him in yet.

he whines in response, loud and pathetic, hips bucking up, “c’mon, don’t tease, m’beggin’, fuck,” his voice all shaky and wrecked. you smirk, loving how he falls apart, how his lazy ass turns into this whimpering mess just for you.

“you want it bad, huh?” you mutter, sliding down, letting his cock catch at your entrance, then slamming onto him—hard, deep, the stretch burning as the lace rubs your thighs raw.

he moans, a guttural, “ohhh, fuck, yesss,” head lolling back, eyes half-shut as you ride him, fast and brutal, the bed creaking under you. his hands twist against your grip, but he doesn’t fight it, he just takes it, panting, “shit, i’m so good f’ya, right?”

“fuckin’ perfect,” you growl, letting his wrists go, and he’s on you, his hands clawing at the bodysuit, tugging straps down until your tits spill out, his fingers pinching your nipples, earning a hiss from you.

he’s whining again, “love this—love you in it—rip it, baby, fuck me up,” and you do; grabbing the lace at your chest, tearing it open with a sharp movement, the fabric splitting as he groans, “yesss, fuck, s’hot.”

you lean forward, slamming your hips down, his cock hitting deep, wet and messy as your slick coats him, dripping down his balls. he’s a wreck, drops of sweat beading on his forehead, mouth open as he moans, “so close, baby—harder, please.”

you grab his hair, yanking his head back, biting his neck until he yelps, and ride him savage, the sound of skin slapping loud, the torn lace scraping your skin, his cock throbbing inside you, stretching you.

“gonna cum for me?” you pant, voice sharp, and he nods, frantic, “y-yeah, m’gonna—please, let me,” his voice all high and broken.

you clench around him, tight and deliberate, and he loses it, his moans intensified, “ohhh, shit!” as he cums, hot and thick, spilling inside you, his hips jerking sloppy and wild.

you don’t stop grinding down, chasing yours, the bodysuit a shredded mess as you cum hard, a choked scream ripping out, pussy pulsing around him, “t-too much—fuck, you’re so good.”

you collapse on him, both of you sweaty, panting, his cum leaking out, soaking the ruined lace and his thighs. he’s dazed, grinning lazy, hand sliding up your back, voice slurry, “jeez, y’look s’good in my shit. m’buyin’ y’more—tons more.”

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[lazysoulwriter]

you kiss me like you mean it. – matt sturniolo. ☆

grumpy!matt x sunshine!reader.

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Matt had that look on his face — the one that screamed “I didn’t ask for this chaos but I’m already knee-deep in it and weirdly okay with that” — as you burst into the room wearing one sock and holding a half-eaten popsicle.

“You ever just think—what if popsicles are actually soup on a stick?” you asked dramatically, flopping next to him on the couch without a single ounce of awareness for the way his arm stiffened at first, before immediately melting around your shoulders.

He didn't even blink. “You ever think about just sitting quietly for once?”

“Nope,” you grinned, popping the rest of the popsicle into your mouth. “That sounds illegal.”

Matt rolled his eyes, but you caught the soft twitch at the corner of his lips. He loved it. Your chaos, your sunshiney babbling, your touchy affection. He just didn’t know how to say it — or maybe, he did, but pretending not to helped him survive how deep he was falling.

You leaned against him, bare legs brushing his jeans. “You’re warm. Like a human radiator. Wanna cuddle?”

Matt sighed — that long-suffering, annoyed sigh he did every time you asked for something that you both knew he was going to give in to anyway. “You’re already on me, what more do you want?”

You laughed, nuzzling into his chest like a cat. “I want you to wrap your arms around me and tell me I’m pretty.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“You literally called me hot last night when I took my shirt off.”

Matt turned red instantly. “That’s different. That was—contextual.”

“Oh my god, you’re blushing,” you teased, poking his cheek. “I make you blush.”

“You make me insane,” he corrected. “And shut up.”

You did not shut up. You hummed some ridiculous tune while settling more comfortably against him, limbs tangled like they belonged there. And honestly? They did.

That’s what made this whole friends with benefits thing dangerous. Because yeah, you were supposed to hook up and leave it at that — maybe cuddle a bit, maybe joke around — but not this. Not homemade cookies. Not movie marathons. Not forehead kisses and him memorizing your coffee order.

Not the way he kissed you like he wanted forever every time your lips touched.

The last time you kissed — really kissed, not just the usual makeout session before clothes came off — was three nights ago, in his car. He’d pulled up in front of your building after driving you home, and you’d just looked at him with that smile like you knew. That he was already yours. That he always had been.

You had said, “You’re not as grumpy when you’re with me,” in a soft, observant tone, and Matt had stared at you like you were the most annoying, beautiful, terrifying thing on Earth. And then he kissed you. Not rushed, not horny — just… honest. Like something slipped.

Now, cuddled into him like always, you whispered, “Are you free tomorrow?”

He hesitated. “Maybe. Why?”

“’Cause I found this farmers market and there’s a stand that sells honey in little bear jars. I want to name one after you.”

He huffed out a laugh. “You want to name honey after me?”

“Yeah, because you’re sweet when you pretend not to be.”

Matt went quiet.

You tilted your head up to look at him. “What?”

He avoided your gaze, cheeks still tinted. “Nothing. You’re just… weird.”

“And you like it,” you sing-songed, grinning.

“Unfortunately.”

You beamed, and god — he was so screwed. So, so screwed.

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Later that night, after too much cuddling and a half-watched movie, you stood in his kitchen wearing his hoodie and absolutely no shame.

Matt leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you dance around with a bag of popcorn like it was a microphone. “Do you ever… stop?”

“Not when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the most annoying person alive, but also the only person you want to be around.”

He froze for a split second.

“Shut up,” he muttered, grabbing the popcorn from your hand, fingers brushing yours. “I’m trying to survive over here.”

You leaned in, nose practically touching his. “Survive me, Matthew.”

His jaw clenched. Then — impulsive, reckless, entirely him — he kissed you. Hands on your hips, pulling you close, kissing you like he needed it. Like he’d been thinking about it all day. Like he wanted to kiss you for the rest of his life.

And you kissed him back just as hard.

Eventually, breathless and smiling, you whispered, “You kiss me like you love me.”

He didn’t say anything. Not right away. Just pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed like it hurt to admit.

You softened. “Matt…”

“I do,” he said finally, voice low. “I do love you. That’s the problem.”

“Why is that a problem?”

“Because this—” he gestured between you, frustrated “—wasn’t supposed to be that. It was supposed to be fun. Temporary. Not… you making me want to buy stupid honey bears and memorize your laugh.”

You blinked.

Then you smiled — a little gentler this time. “Matt… I’ve been in love with you since you argued with that old lady at the farmer’s market over the last bag of kettle corn and gave it to me anyway.”

He groaned. “That was months ago.”

“I know. And now you’re stuck with me.”

He looked at you — really looked. Your goofy grin, your messy hair, your softness. And something in his chest unclenched.

“I don’t want it to be temporary anymore,” he mumbled.

You cupped his cheeks, pulling him down for another kiss. “Then don’t let it be.”

He kissed you like he was sealing a promise.

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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]

(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.