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healmyhrt · 27 days

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could you do Matt x reader smut where reader wears something showy to her friends birthday party and Matt gets like turned on and you can take over the rest!

⌗ crush, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt has had a crush on you for the longest, and you’ve had strong feelings toward him too. after a summer fling with him, things turn awkward, and you both have a feeling of relief thinking that you’ll never see each other again… until your best friends birthday party.

disclaimers!: flirting, heavy making out, thigh riding, alcohol consumption, cursing, and use of y/n

a/n: guys question, is it technically “aftercare” if u don’t fuck??? like if you just js did oral shi or something idk 😣 anywho enjoy babes

i slowly creep into the dark entry way, removing my jacket as quietly as possible. i feel a hand tap my shoulder and i grip the fingers, trying to recognize who it could be.

“y/n?” a voice whispers. it was nick.

i reach in and hug him, squeezing tightly. i can feel him smiling against me. “hey, how are you?” i whisper back.

“good, you?” he replies, holding my hand and leading me through the dark hallway. “eh, so-so. is she here yet?”

a few friends and i were throwing a surprise party for my best friend, mia, she’s turning 21.

“she’ll be here in a few, but come on, everyone’s in here.”

i enter the dining room, seeing a crowd of some familiar and unfamiliar faces, candles lit in front of them.

i scan the group, looking at everyone, when my eyes come to an abrupt stop. there he was, matthew.

his blue eyes glistened behind the candlelight, and he stared right through it, straight at me. fuck.

i tap nick as he swivels around, handing me a candle.

“what the hell is he doing here?” i question. nick looks over at matt, then back at me. “um, he knows mia?”

i roll my eyes. nicks face changes and he raises an eyebrow. “have you two still not talked since the summertime?” i shuffle in place, looking at the floor.

“no…”

nick groans. “jesus. just—sort things out tonight, okay? you two can not ruin this night for mia. got it?” he says.

i nod, and glance over at matt, who was still staring.

chris sprints into the dining room, and catching his breath before speaking. “guys, they’re here!”

we all become quiet as the front door creaks open. i look up at nick who’s looking at me, trying not to smile.

mia slowly enters the dining room, a white blindfold tied gently over her freshly curled hair. she begins to untie it, and nick looks at everyone, holding up three fingers.

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

“SURPRISE!” we all shout, seeing mia’s face. she immediately smiles, and holds her hands to her face.

“you guys!” she beams.

everyone rushes over, hugging her uncontrollably. i step back into the hallway, freeing myself from the crowd.

i sigh, looking over and seeing matt. he gives me a small smile, and i look the other way, turning toward the stairs.

it had been about 2 hours since we surprised mia, and now the entire house was packed. the small gathering had turned into a big party.

i had stayed holed up in mia’s room, drinking, as friends came and went, bringing me more and more.

now, i wasn’t drunk. they only brought me cans of sprite with a little bit of vodka in it. thats it.

and ive only had like 3 or 4 of them.

but i knew after a while id have to pee, and eventually leave mia’s room, placing myself back into the craziness that was downstairs.

i patt my hands dry on my favorite cardigan, shutting the bathroom door behind me. stepping down the steps into the chaos, i pass by multiple people making out on the steps.

i see mia at the bottom of the steps, and it gives me a sense of direction. she sees me and smiles immediately, running into my arms. “y/n!” she beams. i grin back.

“god, i feel like i haven’t seen you all night!” she grabs my forearm, dragging me into the living room. we stumble across a couple making out on the couch.

“can we sit here?” mia questions, with a smile.

they move over, and continue. “mia, im not sitting next to a horny ass couple.” i groan. she pulls me down next to her, and displays her legs across mine. “sooooo…”

i raise an eyebrow. “so, what?” she giggles, biting her bottom lip. “did you see him?” i cross my arms.

“you invited him? god—mia!” i scoff.

she laughs. “y/n, you two need to sort things out. tonight. okay? i can’t have two of my closest friends not being able to stay in the same room as one another.”

“you sound like nick.” i reply. she smirks. “well, yeah. it was our plan all along.” i playfully push her away with a little smile.

“look, please just talk to him.” she says, giving me a look.

i sit in silence fidgeting with my fingers. she places a hand on my fingers, and i look up at her. “okay.”

she claps enthusiastically, standing. “yay, y/n!”

i laugh. “im gonna go find myself another drink. want anything?” i shake my head. she blows me a kiss, and walks off, her dress swaying gracefully with each step.

i sigh, standing up. i look over at the couple next to me.

“you guys can—y’know—do your thing.” i gesture to the sofa. they give me a thumbs up, and immediately lay down, continuing. gross.

i make my way outside, onto the front porch.

i sit, flinching at the cold pavement against the back of my thighs. my skirt was very short, and i didn’t have any tights.

the door opens and shuts behind me, and i turn around to meet a very familiar face. “matthew.” i say. “y/n.”

he walks past me, and unlocks his car. i watch him stop, and turn around. “wanna—come with?” i give him a confused expression.

“we need more ice. im just gonna run to a gas station.”

i shrug, and stand, walking over to his car. matt opens the door for me, and i give him a small smile, stepping in.

after waiting in the car for a while, matt finally exits the gas station, carrying the last bag of ice. about time.

he gets in the car, wiping his now wet hands against his jeans. “took you long enough.” i tease. matt chuckles.

“i know, usually doesn’t take me that long to get my hands this wet.” he smirks. i shake my head, looking out the window, attempting to hold my laugh in.

“let’s just go.”

the drive back was silent. (minus the ice tumbling around in the backseat.) we caught almost every red light, and matt and i would just shift in our seats, trying not to make eye contact with one another.

as we pull in the driveway. i unbuckle my seatbelt, trying to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

“so, we aren’t gonna talk about it? at all?”

i knew it.

i turn around, and sigh. “fine. let’s talk, matt.” i say with a long stare. he clenches his jaw, and rests his hands on the steering wheel.

“we had sex. big deal.” i throw my hands up in the air dramatically. matt scoffs and looks at me, almost as if he was about to cry. “it was a big deal to me.” he stares.

i purse my lips together. “well, it doesn’t seem like it, seeing as you lack common communication skills.”

“i wanted to text you, or call you—just hear your voice at all after that night, but i was too afraid.” matt looks out the window beside him, and gently taps the steering wheel with his fingertips.

my face softens, and i slowly reach out to the place a hand on his. but before i even reach him, i pull away.

“why were you afraid, matt?” i question. i was genuinely curious to hear his answer, too. matt had gone full no contact with me after that night, all because he was afraid? it just didn’t make sense.

“because i like you.”

my eyes widened as the words left his mouth. i didn’t know what to say—how to even respond. it was insanity.

did i like matt? i mean, i guess.

no—sure—yes.

yes, i do like matt. i just get my feelings mixed up and lost in my mind. i mean, could we really work?

“y-you do?” i stutter out. matt turns around, and im left to drown in his eyes. he softly nods, and i form a smile.

i look down at my hands and begin to fidget with my rings, swallowing before i speak. “i like you too.”

i look up to see a smiling matt, and i grin back.

i sigh, looking out the window. “look at us, using the word ‘like’ to describe our feelings. what’re we, five?” i laugh, making him chuckle.

i turn back toward him, and matt immediately smashes his lips onto mine. i lean in, him caressing my cheeks.

matt swings an arm around my waist, fully pulling me onto his lap. i smile against his lips, reaching down and unbuckling his seatbelt beneath me.

matt bucks his hips up at the feeling of my fingers on him. i feel his bulge rub against my bare thigh, and he pulls away.

“s-sorry. is that weird?”

i shake my head. “not at all. it just shows that you really do like me.” i say with a smile, placing a hand on his jaw, and pulling him into me again.

matt takes off my cardigan, tossing it in the passengers seat. he places his hands on the seam of my miniskirt, and stops, pulling away. “can i?”

pushing my lips back onto his, i mumble “yes”, and matt pulls away again. i sigh irritably, and he gives me a look.

“use your words if you want this.”

i bite my bottom lip, matt’s eyes on them. i bite the inside of my cheek, and look out the window. matt places a soft hand on my jaw, turning me to look at him.

“hey, if you don’t want to do this, we can just head back inside. i’ll just be glad that we’re good again.” he smiles.

i nod, and he raises an eyebrow. “i want to do this.”

matt’s smile turns into a smirk, and he pulls my skirt up to my waist, places both hands on my ass. i smash my lips back onto his, smiling against him.

matt tightens the grip on my hips, leading them. i slowly begin to grind against his clothed bulge. matt pulls away, breathing heavily against the side of my face.

i continue, matt now kissing down my neck, struggling to contain himself. he’s practically digging his fingers into my skin, guiding my hips.

i pierce my lip with my teeth, trying to stop the moans that threatened to escape my mouth. “matt…”

“almost…” he pushes himself against me, making the sensation even more intense. my panties are probably a leaking mess on him as my eyes begin to water from the stimulation.

matt slows to a stop, and he catches his breath. i breathe heavily into his neck, my mascara smudging on his skin.

he pulls me off of him to take a look at my face.

“are you okay? was it too much?” he questions, genuine worry taking over his expression. i wipe the smudged mascara off of my face, smiling at him. “i’m okay, matt.”

he pulls me in, hugging me tightly. “i’m so glad we’re good now. i’ve missed you so much, y/n.” i grin widely.

i pull away, sniffling. we just stare at eachother, and i look down, my skirt still at my waist. “we should probably fix ourselves before we go back inside.” i say through a breathy chuckle.

“yeah.” matt replies. i climb off of his lap, pulling down my skirt in the passenger seat. matt looks down at his jeans, a wet spot on his crotch. i stifle my laughter, matt turning to look at me.

“i can’t go inside like this.” he says through a laugh.

“at least they’re dark wash denim.” i shrug, still laughing. he scoffs, and attempts to wipe it off.

“matt, it’s not going anywhere. it’ll be fine, it’s pretty dark inside anyway.” i reassure. he looks up at me, a small smile on his lips.

we climb out of the car, matt grabbing the slightly melted ice. “probably could’ve chosen a better time to do that.” he jokes.

we enter the foyer of the house, mia meeting us at the door. “soooo, are you two good now?” she asks eagerly.

i look at matt, and he gives me a smile.

“yeah, we’re good.”

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #matt x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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healmyhrt · 1 month

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could you make a head cannons of dating matt sturniolo? i love your page! 🖤

tysmmmm! 💘 i got lots of requests for this so enjoy :3

⌗ how i think it would be dating matt sturniolo.

late night drives — matt will always stay up however late he needs to just in case you want to go for a drive and clear your head.

going on dates — matt is an absolute romantic when it comes to going on dates. he’ll hand pick flower bouquets, dress nice, and make your favorite foods or take you to your favorite restaurants, and make the entire night about you.

sidewalk rule — the second you step onto a sidewalk, matt would immediately move you to the inside and have a tight grip on your hand, insuring you’re never in danger.

gift giving — you may have planned on giving no gifts to each other, but he’ll always surprise you with something, whether it’s big or small. he always wants to make you feel special and make sure you know that you have the biggest place in his heart.

facetiming — although matt isn’t a big facetimer, he’ll always answer the phone when you call, even if it’s something little.

playlist sharing — it was your idea to start sharing a playlist with one another since matt’s music taste is very similar to yours. and he constantly plays the playlist on your night drives.

pillow talk — matt’s always half asleep when you begin talking to him late at night, but he’ll sit up straight to wake himself up so he can fully listen to you.

jealousy — now matt isn’t the type to get jealous like that… but don’t get him wrong, he can be jealous if you want him to be.

playing games — matt trash talks you in almost every game you play, but in the end—he’ll always let you win.

privacy — you both prefer to keep your relationship offline, and for the most part the fans respect your boundaries… but when some overstep, matt will always be there to support you and protect you from them.

late night munchies — hungry at 2am? so is matt most likely. he’ll get up and drive you both to the nearest gas station to pick up whatever snacks your heart desires.

movie night — matt may come off as a “tough guy” sometimes, but when it comes to movie night, he’s just as bad as you when he cries to romantic sappy movies.

matching fits — it’s always his idea to match and color coordinate outfits, no matter where you’re going, some piece of the outfit will be correlated with his.

matching nails — matt’s big on fully polished nails, so he got the idea one day to get a matching set with you, and ever since then, every set he gets matches yours.

letting you do his makeup — straddling his lap while you brush makeup onto his skin, matt will sit underneath you, admiring your beauty and just getting lost with a smile.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #matt x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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healmyhrt · 1 month

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⌗ a kiss goodnight, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: you’ve had this uncontrollable tension with your boss, matthew, but you know nothing could ever happen because—well—he’s your boss. but could his feelings be deeper than you may have determined?

disclaimers!: flirting, fluff, kissing, cursing, use of y/n

a/n: there’s a lot of time skips ik 🧍🏽‍♀️ just SHHHHHHHHH and read the story babe :3 | also i call him “matthew” at first bc he’s her boss obviiii

my heels echo the hallway as i make my way toward matthew’s office. i stop in front of his open door, and see him sitting at his desk, glasses on, very focused.

i knock twice gently, and he peers over his computer screen to look at me. “sir?” i say with a sweet smile.

matthew removes his glasses, and shuts his laptop.

i now get a better look at him.

he looked exhausted. his tie was untied. and hanging over his minimally unbuttoned shirt. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and had tiny stains of black, probably from pen ink.

“oh—yes. sorry, i lost track of time. what time is it?”

i glance at the watch on my wrist, and back at him. “12:03.” i say, seeing his eyes widen. he begins to stand, and gather his belongings—until he stops. he sighs, and falls back into his chair. “sir,” i start. “are you okay?”

he runs his hands down his face, and looks at me.

“have a seat, miss.” he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk. i quickly walk over to them, smoothing out the back of my skirt as i sit. i dust off the front of my skirt, and look up at him with a smile.

we sit in silence, and he stares at me, arms crossed.

“you are aware of the company dress code, yes?” he glances at my skirt. normally, my skirt is down to my knees or past it. but my normal skirts were either dirty or in the dry cleaning, so i had to wear a different one.

this one had a slit up half of my thigh on the left side.

“i didn’t have any clean skirts, and this was my only other one, which i use for clubbing…” i look at the floor.

“you go clubbing?” he says in a sarcastic tone.

i scoff. “don’t sound so surprised, sir.” i fold my arms. he laughs, and, stares at the slit on my leg. “im actually going tonight.” i say. he smiles, and continues to stare.

i sigh, interrupting my thoughts. “may i go?”

matthew snaps back into reality, and nods rapidly, still staring. i stand, and begin to walk to the door. i glance back at him, and he’s holding his head in his hands, looking at his desk. i stop at the door. “um—sir?”

“yes?” he sits up, holding intense eye contact with me.

“would you like to… come with?” i question.

he stares at me for a moment, like i had just asked the most stupid question imaginable. “sure. why not?”

matthew parks the car on the side of the street, and puts the car in park. he unbuckles his seatbelt, and looks over at me. i stare back, and purse my lips together.

interrupting the staring contest, i speak.

“you didn’t have to drive us, y’know?” i look out the window. he shrugs with a smile. “it’s the least i could do since you invited me out tonight.” he opens the door.

i begin to unbuckle my seat belt, and as i place my hand on the door handle, matthew was already opening it.

he places a hand out for me to grab, and i share a small smile, placing my hand on top of his hand. his long fingers tighten over my hand, and i step out of the car.

“thank you.” i say, stepping onto the sidewalk. he nods slightly, and gestures toward the open pavement.

“well, lead the way.”

i hold my handbag against my skirt, my heels clicking on the concrete with each step. we arrive at two tall black double doors, and the security guard outside smiles at me.

he steps aside, opening the door, and i glance back at matthew, his eyebrows raised. “why did he not ask for your ID?” he follows me to a table.

“i come here quite a lot.” i say as matthew pulls out my chair for me to sit. as i seat myself, he does the same across from me.

he stares at me, and that awkward silence between the two of us starts again. i sigh, “my friend should be here any moment, sir.” he chuckles.

“call me matt.”

i raise my eyebrows, a smile forming on my lips. he definitely notices. “okay, matt.” i grin.

i hand touches my back, and i look up to see my best friend, carmen. “carmen!” i shout, leaning into the hug.

she grins widely, looking over at matt. i look at him, and he gives carmen a small smile. “this is my boss, matt.”

her eyes widen at his name, and she holds her hand out. “carmen. a pleasure. ive heard a lot about y—.” i slightly nudge her side with my elbow, and she purses her lips together.

“im gonna get a drink. want anything?” she asks, placing her purse in a free chair. matt stands, straightening his shirt.

“i’ll get drinks, you two catch up.”

carmen smirks at me, and moves her purse, sitting. “well, okay mr boss man.” she laughs. i roll my eyes.

“i’ll have a martini.” carmen smiles. matt nods, and looks over at me. “and for the lady?” i push my tongue to the inside of my cheek with a little beam.

“just a beer. drinking light tonight.” matt looks at me for a moment, studying me, and finally shrugs.

“you’re the boss.” he says before walking away.

carmen places her hands on my shoulders, turning me toward her. “girl! that’s your boss you always tell me about?” i shrug.

“he’s a hot little thing, huh?” she says, staring at him from her seat. i sigh. “unfortunately.” i reply.

she turns back to me. “oh, you like him.” she smirks.

“what? no—i don’t! besides, he’s my boss. nothing could ever happen between us.” i stare at him.

“mhmmmm.” carmen eggs on. i roll my eyes, as matt approaches our table again. “alright,” he starts.

“a martini for carmen, a beer for y/n, and a root beer for me.” i stare at him while his veiny hands untwist the top.

“a root beer?” carmen questions. “designated driver.” matt says, after a swallow of his drink. i sip my beer, holding eye contact with him.

“okay… well i’m gonna go holler at that guy over there, you guys keep doing whatever you do.” carmen inputs, standing.

i leave the women’s bathroom, and matt’s standing there holding my purse and his coat. “ready to go?” he asks.

i nod, as he opens his coat, letting my slide my shoulders under it. he places a hand on my shoulder, guiding me to the door.

we walk down the sidewalk, matt holding a tight grip on me so i don’t fall. i did not infact drink just one beer. carmen and i had about eight and it wasn’t pretty.

he opens the car door for me, helping me into my seat and buckling me up. i groan as matt enters the other side of the car, and smiles at me. “you good?” he says through a chuckle.

i nod, and smile, staring at him. matt smiles back at me, and starts the engine to warm up the car.

the car comes to a stop outside of apartment building, and i sigh heavily. “according to the waze, this is you.”

i give him a look, and he just stares at me. we continue to stare at each other for a long moment before i decide to break the silence. “you’re so pretty.” his eyes widen.

“holy shit.” it was like me saying that had snapped me into sobriety. i quickly gather my things, and place my hand on the car door handle.

“y/n, wait.” matt’s words were silenced by me shutting the door. i hear another door shut as i step onto the sidewalk.

i keep walking up my steps, all the way to my door.

“y/n, please.” he places a hand on my forearm. i slowly turn around and look at the pavement. “i’m so sorry.”

matt sighs, placing a finger to my chin, tilting it up at him. he stares at my lips, and leans in. i quickly wrap my hands around his neck, matt wrapping his hands around my waist to pull me in closer.

to anyone on the street this would look like a movie scene or a really romantic couple. but in reality, i was a drunk mess kissing my boss, whose probably embarrassed of me now.

i quickly pull away, and he gives me a confused look.

“what’s wrong?” i sigh. “this isnt real. im just drunk, and you’re just my boss who feels sorry for his drunk and embarrassing coworker.” i open my purse, fumbling my hand around for my keys.

i try to open the door, and matt places his hand on mine.

“this is real, y/n. drunk actions are just sober thoughts, right?” he attempts to comfort me. “but you’re not drunk.” i reply.

he kisses me again. “exactly.”

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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healmyhrt · 1 month

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could you make a head cannons of dating Chris sturniolo or something I love you work ❤️

tysm for the compliment, means a lot! <3 (also i could not come up with SHITTTTT, so enjoy what’s here ig 😭)

⌗ how i think it would be dating chris sturniolo.

going on dates — chris would claim he hates all that lovey dovey shit, but plan the most elaborate, and romantic date he could possibly plan. he would dedicate the whole night to you & things you love.

sidewalk rule — chris always follows the sidewalk rule. walking by himself, he’s a bit careless, for sure. but walking with you, he keeps you on the inside, looks both ways, and interlocks your fingers as you walk.

gift giving — no matter the occasion or budget, he will either go all out— or get his hands dirty and cook up the best homemade gift he knows you’ll love.

facetiming — chris is a HUGEEE facetimer. texting? he’s never heard of it.

playlist sharing — it was always his idea (ofc) to share playlists. and while chris’s music taste is amazing, he does tend to add quite random songs to the playlist…

pillow talk — chris can rarely get enough sleep, so he’s almost always up all night, talking to you. planning future dates, talking about wedding themes, kid names, and growing old together. he is quite the romantic.

jealousy — he is definitely the type to get jealous, but he knows that you love him more than anyone else could, so it gives him some comfort. (although he hates when you talk to anyone other than him.)

playing games — chris almost (key word “almost”) always lets you win when you play games together. except imessage games. chris takes first place.

privacy — you both like to keep your relationship offline, an while most fans respect your boundaries, others tend to infiltrate your privacy. anytime you’re recognized in public, chris always tries his best to comfort you, and get you out of the situation.

late night munchies — now, chris can’t drive as we well know, but he’ll doordash, uber eats, etc, whatever you please if you’re hungry late at night.

movie night — after many arguments of what movies to watch, chris always suggests spongebob, and you always end up watching it.

matching fits — chris is all about matching fits with you, as long as you somewhat include his brand, fresh love.

matching nails — although he isn’t big on lots of designs on his nails, he’ll get whatever you tell him to get when you want your nails to match.

letting you do his makeup — everytime you finish your makeup, chris always asks, “can you do mine?”, and he always feels like a pretty princess after and takes HUNDREDS of pictures.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #chris x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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healmyhrt · 2 months

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hii !! i was wondering if u could write a matt sturniolo smut about him being a vampire and y/n finding his fangs attractive??

⌗ bloodthirsty, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt reveals a dark secret that’s been towering over him throughout your whole relationship. he says that you should break up because, well, it’s for the better—but you’ve always found vampires kind of hot, haven’t you?

disclaimers!: established relationship, kissing, biting, marking, blood sucking (obviously), use of y/n, short!

a/n: this story is like taking place in the like 18th century because that’s when vampires would be around yk. anywho… ENJOY, I LOVE U GIYS :3

the small heel at the bottom of my shoes faintly click as i walk through the hallway. i stop at the large double doors in front of me. “matthew?�� i question, with a knock.

there is no response.

i knock again, this time a little bit louder. i hear shuffling on the other side of the doors. “matthew? may i enter?”

the door opens, and im met with an out of it matt. he immediately hugs me tightly, squeezing my head against his chest. “matt? what is it?” he sighs, and lets go of me.

matt walks me over to the window, and he sits in the lounge chair next to it. “i fear… i’ve been keeping something from you, y/n.” my eyebrows raise high.

“well, what is it?” i question, moves closer to him.

he takes my hands in his, and stares up at me, his eyes turning a blood red. “matt…” i whisper, fearfully.

he continues to stare into my eyes, and i can’t help but stare back. it’s like i could get lost in them, truly. the shade of red was, oh, so beautiful. “…what is it?”

he exhales heavily, and looks down. i kneel in front of him, cupping his cheek in my hand. “you can tell me.”

matt looks up, his eyes now a brighter shade of red, and his face paler than usual. he begins to open his mouth to speak, and my face mouth drops.

fangs.

sharp, straight, white fangs now sat inside of his mouth. i slowly back away, hoping to get a better look from afar.

“y/n, i understand if you’re scar—”

“can i touch them?”

matt’s face completely changes, and he shrugs slowly. he leans in closer to me. “um—sure?” he slowly opens his mouth.

i reach a finger into his mouth, tapping it gently on his point teeth. i beam, my face covered in fascination.

i pull my hand away, and keep staring at them.

“y-you’re not scared?” matt questions. “not really, no.”

he immediately smashes his lips onto mine, kissing me passionately. he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me onto the lounge chair with him.

i slide my tongue into his mouth, and feel his sharp fangs scratch the bottom of it. i giggle between kisses, as matt begins to move down to my neck.

his kisses turn into sucking, and i can feel him making hickeys, marking his territory. he stops right at the middle of my neck, and looks up at me. “can i?”

“please.”

matt immediately sinks his teeth into my neck, piercing my skin. i wince, and he pulls away, leaving two trails of blood. “are you okay? is it—is it too much?”

i shake my head, and tap my neck. “no, keep doing it.”

he nods, and does as he’s asked. i tug on my bottom lip with my teeth, trying to bite back the moans or screams that threatened to leave.

matt pulls away again, and looks at the blood that had trailed down to my dress, and stained. he turns my head sideways to get better access to my neck.

i squeeze my eyes shut as matt licks the trail of blood up my neck, to the wound. he sucks more and more blood out of the puncture.

minimal moans leave my mouth, and he begins to smirk against my skin. he continues leaving more hickeys and bite marks, piercing my skin.

matt finally pulls away, and i breathe heavily, trying to catch my breath. “you’re gonna bleed out, let me get something to stop the bleeding.” he stands and walks away.

i don’t know why i didn’t get him to stop. i mean, it’s not like it hurt me or anything. i kind of… liked the pain? not in a psychopathic sense, in a good sense.

him piercing my skin like that just felt so good.

and i wouldn’t want to have anyone else doing it.

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I have an idea. So there is a cowboy hat rule. And it basically works like this : when the cowboy gives a girl his hat he like "chooses her" and when she gives him his hat back (she have to return the hat to his HOME) they usually fuck or smth. So my idea is that the y/n gives Chris the hat on tik tok, live or yt vid and chris is confused and doesn't know what that means but fans freaks out and he finally learn what that means and return the hat. Or something like this idk

⌗ like the cowgirl you are, c. sturniolo

chris x fem!reader

summary: chris had given you his hat back in the summertime, now it was finally time for you to return it at your university’s halloween party. except for the fact that you and chris had broken up since the school year started. but cowboy hats do have rules, don’t they?

disclaimers!: smut, kissing, angst, oral sex (fem!receiving), good girl/boy kink, cursing, use of y/n

a/n: i changed up the request a little bit bc it kinda confused me idk 😭 hope the submitter enjoys this though! | also i had to make up her friends name but “eden” is not a special character to the story guys

it was october 31st, and it was my university’s annual halloween costume party. and also the day that the cowboy hat rule comes to an end.

there’s this tradition to get the freshman at my college to fuck their first year. the boy gives a girl their cowboy hat anytime after summer starts, and they have until the halloween party to have sex. after the halloween party, you’ve lost your free fuck.

chris and i had been dating since sophomore year, and we attended the same school this year too. he had given me his cowboy hat during summertime, but we broke up right after school started.

and i guess today is the last day that the cowboy hat rule is valid. i didn’t want chris to be the person id have to do it with but… we’ll see how tonight goes.

“y/n, lets go!” a voice calls through my door.

“one second! i can’t find my bandana!” the costume was last minute, and i was matching with one of my new friends, eden, who was a sophomore. she wanted to do a matching costume, but the only sexyish ones left at the costume store were cowgirls. ironic, isn’t it?

i see a bright red piece of fabric hanging on the corner of my bed frame. “coming!” i smile, tying the bandana around my neck.

i grab chris’s hat, holding it in my hands, and staring at it. i slowly put it on in the mirror, and sigh. “here we go.”

“i need a drink.” eden sighs. we enter the sorority house that was throwing the party, and she tightly grips my hand, guiding me to the drinks table.

she hands me a red solo cup, and i push her hand back to her. “designated driver? hello?” i raise an eyebrow. she rolls her eyes. “it’s halloween, lets just get an uber or sleep here or something. live a little.” i sigh.

“pleaseeeeeeee.” she dramatically frowns. i cross my arms, and she gives me a look. “fine.” i chuckle.

“im the best fucking drink mixer there is, you wait and see.” she smirks. i shimmy in place next to her. “gotta pee. where’s the bathroom?” i question. eden points to the line of girls waiting next to a wooden door.

“fuck.”

“use the master bathroom. that’s the one for the people in sorority only, but im friends with half the group. tell ‘em i said you could go.” she smiles, licking spilled alcohol off of her finger.

“you sure?” i give a scared look to her. “go, y/n.”

“which door is it?” i bite my bottom lip. “last door on the left. be aware for socks on door handles.” she chuckles. i roll my eyes.

i nod. “i’ll be here when you get back!” i give her a thumbs up before disappearing upstairs. there weren’t really a lot of people upstairs. some people talking in the hallway, some couples sneaking off into bedrooms, or hogging bathrooms.

i arrive at the last door on the left, and i look around to make sure i was at the correct one before entering.

it was so much quieter in here. despite the now muffled music from outside, i’d stay in here for the rest of the party if i could.

drying my hands, i hear muffled sound from the other side of the bathroom door. i slowly open it, hoping i don’t walk out on a couple.

i see a fitted cap sitting on the carpet, and i walk over to it. picking up the hat, i realize exactly whose it is.

“long time no see.” a familiar voice says from behind me.

fuck.

i slowly turn around, preparing to see him. “y/n.” chris smiles that familiar smile.

“christopher.” i stare at him. he smirks, walking closer to me. “y’know, i always loved when you called me that.”

i scoff. “yeah?” he clears his throat. “yeah.”

chris leans against the sofa in the middle of the room, not taking his eyes off of me. i sit on the ottoman a few feet away.

“you look good.” he smiles, bringing his cup to his lips.

“you look… like you.” i fidget with his hat in my hands. chris places his cup on the floor next to his feet, and leans forward. “is that my hat?” he questions.

“yeah, here.” i stand up, and immediately walk over to him. i hold out his cap, and his eyes stay on mine.

“thanks… but not this one.”

i freeze in place. chris stands, towering over me, and takes his cowboy hat off of my head. “you still have this?” he says through a chuckle. “yep.” i sigh.

“we broke up.” chris says, still looking at the hat. i nod, and scoff. “yep.” i say again. he looks at me, and stares.

i sigh. “well, you returned it.” he smirks. i scoff, moving past him, and sitting on the couch. i can feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. “im gonna go.”

i hear his steps get further and further, and then stop at the door. before he gets his hand on the handle, i stand.

“why?”

chris turns around, a confused expression across his face. he shrugs. “why what?” i swallow before speaking.

“why did you kiss her back?” i ask, my voice breaking slowly. chris’s face drops, and he looks at the ground.

“i don’t know.”

i scoff. “you don’t know?” chris slowly steps toward me. i stand, arms crossed, as he arrives in front of me.

“i was wasted. i wasn’t thinking straight. i don’t know why i did it, and ive never forgiven myself, y/n.” he says.

chris slumps down on the sofa next to us, holding his head in his palms. i bite my bottom lip, debating whether or not i should sit.

chris sounded genuine. i truly do believe he didn’t mean to kiss her back. but knowing it happened still hurts.

i sit next to him, my outer thigh rubbing against his the denim that covered his legs. chris rubs his eyes, and drags his fingers down his face. “i really am so sorry.”

i shift in my position, and he looks at me. i try not to hold eye contact because he never looks away. ever.

“please believe me when i say this, i never would do what i did ever again. im so sorry.” he keeps staring.

i sigh, and lean my head against his shoulder. he leans his head on top of mine, and exhales heavily. i smile.

“i still love you.”

my eyes widen, and i slowly lift my head up, his as well. i look chris in the eyes, and he nods. “i mean it.”

i pull on my bottom lip with my teeth, and stand. i take the cowboy hat from his hands, and begin walking to the door. “i love you too.” i say, my hand on the door handle.

chris doesn’t turn around, he continues to face the wall before him, sinking into the couch. and i hesitate. i do still love chris, i never stopped.

but could we really just go back to normal after that? i’m not sure. but right about now, some sex with him would definitely clear the air. although, i’m not sure i’m entirely drunk enough to do that. eden and i pregamed before we left, but that’s about it… fuck it.

“wanna show me how much you still love me?”

chris’s head snaps toward me. he raises an eyebrow. i smile, and raise the cowboy hat above my head.

“i mean cowboy hats do have rules, don’t they?” chris stands, slowly walking toward me with a smirk across his face. “they sure do.”

he lifts me off the ground like i weigh nothing, and i wrap my legs around his waist. chris holds both hands under my ass, and i stare into his eyes. “you sure about this?”

i smile, and place the hat over his long hair.

“yes ma’am.” he replies, instantly laying me down on the master bed beside us, kissing me uncontrollably.

“i missed you,”

kiss.

“so,”

kiss.

“so,”

kiss.

“much,”

and he places one more kiss on my lips, and pulls away, staring down at me. i exhale, breaking the eye contact.

“well, if you missed me so much, prove it.” i smile.

chris’s expression turns into a smug smirk, and he leans forward, kissing me again, and gripping my waist with his pale hands.

he kisses down my neck, leaving notably visibly hickeys as he moves. i breathe heavily, trying to contain myself as he kisses and bites at my skin. “chris, please…”

“so needy. have you been waiting for me to fuck you?”

there was no point in denying. i nod, as he begins to unbuckle his belt. “use your words.” i exhale heavily.

“yeah.”

“yeah?” he pulls his belt out of the loops on his jeans, and tosses it onto the marble floor that surrounded us.

he leans back down, and begins removing pieces of my costume. chris slowly unties the red bandana from around my neck. he looks at it, then at me. “useful.”

chris takes his time removing his t-shirt. he holds eye contact with me, moving as slow as possible. “chris..”

he brings his finger to my lips. “shhh… patience.”

i throw my head back in irritation, and before i know it, two hands grip my thighs and pull me to the edge of the bed. chris spreads my legs, kissing and biting my inner thigh. “don’t need these.” he says, stroking a finger across my underwear before removing them.

he grips my hips, and moves his face closer to me. softly planting a kiss on my clit, i feel him smirk against me.

he moves his head up and down, licking from my entrance and back up to my clit. "fuck—" I moan out as he starts to lap at my clit, sending pleasure everywhere throughout my body.

cheis places his hands on the top of my thighs, making me grind against his mouth, guiding him.

his grip gets tighter, and my breathing heavier.

he continues to lick up my arousal, and i place my hands in his hair, moving it out of his face.

chris stands up, and catches his breath. i do the same, and we finally look at eachother again and he smiles.

“what if i kissed you right now?” “gross.”

he laughs, and begins to unbuckle his belt. chris holds eye contact with me the whole time. “you ready, baby?”

i nod, and chris pulls a wrapped condom out of his sock.“what the hell?” i say, through a chuckle. chris returns a laugh, and rips the top of the wrapper off with his teeth.

“gotta stay prepared.”

he pulls down his boxers, revealing his cock, which oozed with precum. i stare, my eyes getting dry, and chris smirks, placing the condom over himself.

he aligns himself with my entrance, and gives me another look for consent. “ready?” i nod. “positive.”

we both gasp as chris begins to slide in, and an immediate moan leaves my mouth. “shhhhhhhh.”

“we can’t have the whole party hearing you.”

chris glances at my red bandana, and grabs it quickly. he folds it over and over until it’s long, and looks at me.

“head.” he says, i lift my head up as best i can with him thrusting into me, and he ties it around my mouth to the back of my head.

“good girl.”

chris places both hands on my waist again, gripping it tightly. he plunges into me, making a murmured moan leave my lips every time.

chris bites his bottom lip to hold back the moans that threatened to escape him. he throws his head back, and squeezes his eyes shut.

the bed creaks consistently, and it’s pretty loud too, so it’s very obvious to everyone outside what we’re doing.

chris’s thrusts start to slow, and he begins to catch his breath. “so close… gonna—” i feel him turn warm inside me as the condom fills up.

chris leans down, untying the bandana, and placing his head next to mine. i finally breathe, and shut my eyes.

“you’re so good, baby. always so good.”

he lays down next to me, breathing heavily. i just stare at him. and he stares back.

i couldn’t help but think that this was maybe a mistake?

but whether i liked it or not, we had sex, and that’s a pretty difficult thing for two ex’s to get away from.

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healmyhrt · 2 months

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Ok so like yk how Chris always slaps Matt’s or Nicks ass well what abt they are like live on instagram or sum and he kinda just forgets and slaps the reader ass yk and he doesn’t realized u til Nick or Matt say something and so they is like edits on tt and yea

⌗ public, c. sturniolo

chris x fem!reader

summary: what the request says :)

disclaimers!: established relationship, ass slapping, flirting, cursing, use of y/n, very short

a/n: i love when yall send requests and start it with “babe” like … what r we 😉??

“where’s matt? probably sleeping or something.” chris responds to a comment. nick sits back down next to him, handing him a pepsi can.

“but yeah guys, we’re back home in LA. and we just wanted to come on here and say hello for a bit.” nick smiles into the camera.

i walk into the kitchen, and open the fridge, unaware that i’m in camera view. “y/n, come say hey to the live.” nick smiles.

i walk over, a gallon of orange juice in hand. “hey guys.”

the chat starts going insane, and i slowly start to step away. chris grips the tee im wearing (which was his), and pulls me back. he manspreads, and i glance at the phone. chris shrugs, and i give him a look.

“wanna sit and talk to them, y/n? i can move seats.” nick suggests. i shake my head, and walk back behind the island. chris stands, and walks over to me.

all you could see in the background of the live was chris towering over me.

“why didn’t you sit?”

i glare at him. “you guys are on live, chris.” he shrugs. i cross my arms. “i thought we weren’t going public.”

“so friends can’t sit on other friends laps?” he smiles, and leans closer toward me. “chris.” his smile widens when he hears me say his name. “christopher.”

“call me that again.”

i laugh. “you’re unbelievable.” i begin to walk away, still in view of the live camera. i hear chris chuckle underneath his breath, and next a slap to my ass cheek.

i stop in my tracks, and turn around trying to contain my myself while i look at chris. nick had turned around, and his mouth gaped open.

“yall are fucking ridiculous.”

nick turns back toward the phone. “um… on that note, i think we’re gonna get off. i love you guys! bye!” he says.

nick picks up his phone, and walks over to us. “chris, you’re fucking insane. are you actually mental?”

i stand next to him, and look at chris. “THANK YOU!!” chris rolls his eyes, and i walk out of the kitchen, turning down the stairwell to chris’s room.

i hear footsteps behind me, already knowing who it was.

“what the hell was that chris?” i ask in a genuinely confused tone. he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth.

“i thought it would be funny, sorry.”

“you’re the one who said you didn’t want to go public yet because of how hard it would be to have a girlfriend, then you do this shit?”

i sit on the edge of his bed. chris slumps down beside me, and leans his head onto my shoulder. “im sorry.”

i sigh. “its fine.”

chris pulls his phone out, and sees a text from nick.

“look what you did dumbass.” the text read. i giggle at the message, as chris slides it to the side, opening it.

it was a tiktok video of a screen recording from the live, and the clip was of chris slapping my butt. my eyes widen.

“shit, they’re fast.”

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healmyhrt · 2 months

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babe you should write a matt fic where your his tattoo artist and ur tattooing him and he gets turned on 😏

⌗ inked, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: what the request says :)

disclaimers!: fluff, angst, flirting, use of y/n, short

a/n: ima let yall know now… i have no idea how tattooing works guys, SO BEAR WITH ME??? also idk if matt would ever get a tattoo here but it’s just for the story guys‼️

“okay, matt, i’m ready for you.” i smile to the brown headed boy. he gently lays down on the chair, and smiles at me.

i begin readying the stencil, and place it where he wants it. “uh—a little further down?” he asks. i nod with a smile, and pick up the stencil carefully with tweezers.

i clean his arm again, and place it down, further. i look up at him, and matt gives me a little nod. “you sure? we can move it as much as you want, matt. its your tattoo.”

he bites his bottom lip gently, and looks down at the tattoo. “could you… move it again?” a laugh leaves my lips, and i grab my tweezers, picking up the stencil carefully, yet again. “where do you want it?”

he nods down to his hips, and i look back up at him. “you sure?” he adjusts how he’s laying, and sighs.

“positive.”

i shrug, and wheel my stool down by his hips. i place my hand on the waistband of his sweatpants, and look up at him for consent. “may i?” matt nods quickly.

“i need to hear you say it, matthew.” i hold eye contact with him. he stares at me for a moment, studying me.

“yes.”

i pull his sweatpants down a little bit, and then his boxers, not trying to reveal too much. “ready?”

i place the stencil on his hip, right above his thigh. i look up at matt, his eyes focused on me. “you good?” i let out a breathy chuckle.

“yeah… it’s just cold.” i nod. “yeah, maybe it’s just my hands.” i quickly place both palms on his stomach, and pull them away. matt laughs. “no, your hands feel good.”

i snort, and smile at him. “okay, matt.” he squeezes his eyes shut. i continue to trace the stencil, matt muttering underneath his breath.

“i didn’t… i didn’t mean it…li—like that.” he whispers.

i spin around on my stool, now facing my tray full of supplies. “it’s alright.” i spin back around, my tattoo gun in hand.

“ready?” i ask, the gun inches away from his skin. he nods, and i give him a look. “yes.” my eyes travel away from his, and down his torso, ending at the stencil.

i quickly blink myself back into reality, and begin.

“matt?” i whisper, tapping him softly again. he wakes up with this one. his eyes flutter open, and he peeks his tongue out to wet his lips. “did i mess it up?”

i chuckle. “no. it’s actually over.” his eyes widen, and he sits up slowly, eyeing the tattoo. “what do you think?”

he looks up at me, and smiles the widest grin i’ve ever seen. “i love it.” i clap excitedly, and help him off of the chair. matt balances on the ground. “yeah, that side of your body may be a bit sore for a few days so rest up.”

he gives me a thumbs up, and winces again while walking over to his wallet. “how much?”

i walk over to the door. “keep it. you can pay me by taking me out to dinner.” matt scratches the back of his neck, and shuffles in place. “uh… w—when?”

“after you’ve rested up of course.” i smile, and walk back over to him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“see you.” i smile, and open the door. it shuts behind me, and matt is left in the foyer of his house.

“holy shit.”

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foaming at the mouth.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #omg #i need him

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⌗ locket, c. sturniolo

chris x fem!reader

summary: you and chris finally see each other again at a family gathering after years of no contact.

disclaimers!: mild cursing fluff, use of y/n, SHORTTT

a/n: this was requested:)

“promise me you’ll never take your half off no matter what happens.” he looks down at the metal piece dangling from his neck.

“i won’t.” i reach out to hold his necklace. he looks up at me. “promise me, chris.” he grabs my necklace, and i smile. he returns the smile, and nods his head.

“i promise.”

today would be the first time i’d see chris in the last 11 years. it was my mom’s 45th birthday, and she thought since it was special, we should invite special people.

and the triplets were on that list.

it had been about 2 hours since the party started, but they still hadn’t shown. “mom, are you sure they’re coming?” she places another plate of meatballs down on the table. “sweetie, they rsvp’d. they should show.”

i laughed with the adults on the patio, as bright lights flashed in our direction. a car pulls into the driveway, and i see three familiar faces in the windshield.

“i’ll… be right back.” i tell them, standing up.

i see them exit the vehicle, all looking the same but different.

nick had blonde hair now, and tattoos everywhere, and so did matt, his arm covered in ink. chris looked pretty much the same, his body still a blank canvas.

they each give me a small smile, and nick stops, and gives me a hug. hugging him felt like something i had wanted for a while. i missed him.

matt and chris kept walking until nick stopped them.

“you guys…” he stares at them. the boys turn around, and give a confused look. nick nods his head at me, and they still look confused.

“are you just not gonna say hello to y/n?”

they’re eyes widen, and matt smiles. “no fucking way that’s you.” i return an awkward smile, and he walks back over to me, arms open. i give him a short hug, and he compares our height.

“holy shit. you’re like all grown up now.” matt laughs.

“i could say the same about you.” i point to his tattoos. matt rubs his hand up and down his arm, and nods. “yeah, chris is the only one with no ink.”

i look over at chris, whose arms where crossed. he stared at me, arms darting everywhere, studying me.

i awkwardly shift in my position, and nick pats my shoulder. “well, we’re gonna head inside and say hi to everyone. see you.” nick smiles, as he and matt walk away.

chris steps closer to me, staring me down still.

“didn’t think you guys were going to show.” i fidget with my hands. chris continued to stare at me, and i was getting a bit creeped out.

“okay, chris,” i say with a breathy chuckle, and he hugs me. “nice to see you.” he whispers into my hair. i smile.

he lets go of me, and the first thing his eyes land is my necklace. “i see you still have yours.” chris smiles.

he pulls the neck of his shirt down, and pulls his half out. i gasp, and reach for it with a smile. “and you still have yours.”

“i promised.”

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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⌗ out of it, c. sturniolo

chris x fem!reader

summary: chris gets really drunk and begins to say things you and him both know he doesn’t mean.

disclaimers!: alcohol use, cursing, short

a/n: this is based in like the future like, chris has his own place n everything lols | also, we all know chris wouldn’t say these things guys, don’t take this to heart <3.

“chris?” i call through the front door. he had been ignoring my texts and calls for hours so i thought i should come and check up on him.

i unlock the door with my spare key. “chris, im coming in. okay?” i push the door open, and see a trail of beer cans to the kitchen.

following them, i meet a very drunk chris. he removes a bottle from his lips, and stares at me. “well, shit.”

i step closer to him, taking a look at the mess around me. alcohol everywhere, cigarettes burnt out on window sills.

chris looked terrible. his eyes were red and foggy, his hair was a mess, and his shirt had stains on it, probably from the alcohol.

“chris,” i start. he interrupts me, “come sit.” he guides me over to the couch, swiping beer cans off of it so i can sit. i sit on the clean couch arm instead. “are you okay?”

he tilts his head at me. “dont say that. im fine.” i purse my lips together, and finally sit next to him. he leans in to kiss me, and i pull away.

“what? so now im not good enough to kiss you?”

“its not that, chris.” i look around at the mess that’s surrounding us, then back at him. “what’s going on?”

chris takes another sip to stall away from the question. i stare at him, with worry in my eyes. “dont fucking look at me like that.” i can hear the anger in his voice. chris gets up, walking around.

i stand, not taking my eyes off of him. “chris, you aren’t okay right now.” i walk over to him. “let me get you the help you need, baby.”

i attempt to place my hand to his shoulder, and he dodges it. “dont fucking call me ‘baby’, matter of fact, you should go.” his words slurring.

“im not going anywhere.” i reply. chris stares at me, an angry expression across his face. “get the fuck out.”

my eyes start to water at his words. but i try to remember its just the alcohol talking. “no, chris—”

“LEAVE!” he shouts at me. chris stomps toward me, his breath reeking of alcohol. “i love you, chris.” i whisper out.

“yeah? well i fucking hate you.”

i stay silent, and gently bite my bottom lip as tears trickle down my cheeks. “you don’t mean that.” my voice cracking as the words leave my mouth.

“yes the fuck i do.” he enunciates each word as much as he can. chris gets in my face, our noses basically touching. he looks down at me, anger in his eyes.

“i hate you.”

i shake my head as tears begin streaming down my face. chris scoffs. “i mean it with everything in me. i hate you. i don’t need or want your help, and im better off without you. so, go. leave.”

i lick the tears up, and look at him again. “say you don’t mean it, and i’ll go if that’s what you really want.”

chris slams the bottle onto the ground, glass flying everywhere. i hold my head in my hands, and start. crying uncontrollably.

i guess this reality checked him, because his face immediately turned soft. “baby?” i look up, my eyes now red from crying.

i fall into his arms, and his squeezes me tight. he moves us slowly over to the couch, and lets me cry into his shirt, (that smelled like alcohol).

“i am so so unbelievably sorry, baby.” his eyes begin to water. i sigh, and hug him again. “say you didn’t mean it.” i whisper into his shirt.

“i would never mean anything i said. i do not hate you. and i am 100% not better off without you.” he frowns.

i kiss him, and cry into his lips. chris tucks my head back under his chin, and cradles my head. letting me sob into his shirt, he begins to do the same.

“i was so out of it.”

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healmyhrt · 2 months

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⌗ motion picture soundtrack, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt attempts to help while you’re going through a depressive episode.

disclaimers!: depression, self-harm, drug use (marijuana), established relationship, use of y/n

a/n: this was requested:)

i laid across the comforter, limbs spread out, with the lights all off. sitting in the dark made me feel safe for some reason. i liked the dark. i found comfort in darkness.

but sometimes the darkness can become the root to my problems.

i was diagnosed with depression when i was only 14 years old. since then, it’s gotten worse, but every now and then it gets better. and it got better when i met matt.

but now im getting bad again.

and i always get bad again.

i was high out of my mind, and getting lost in my thoughts the more the weed kicked in. i always used marijuana to cope with my problems, i know i shouldn’t, but i do.

even trying to stand up was a mistake. my body wouldn’t allow it. as soon as i raised my feet, my body sunk back into the mattress. i would have preferred to drown in the mattress, dying from suffocation.

red wine and sleeping pills

help me get back to your arms

light peers into the room as the door creaks open.

but i don’t move an inch. the weed made my body feel as light as a feather, and like it told me not to move at all or else i would ruin it.

“y/n?” matt makes it clear that it’s him. he walks over to the bed, and hands me a water bottle. “you need to drink something.” i push his hand away, and realizing how much energy it took out of me.

i ignore him, and he gets up, walking over to the lamp. “you can’t be like this forever.” he turns it on. the world that was black and empty is now filled with light.

but im still lost in my thoughts.

cheap sex and sad films

help me get where I belong

“i started a bath for you. come on.” he gently picks me up, and i feel nothing in my bones, my muscles, nothing at all.

once we reach the bathroom, matt sits me on the toilet seat, and starts undressing me. “arms.” he forms a small smile.

i try to lift my arms, but not even they could be moved. matt pulls my huge t-shirt over my head, carefully, and off of my arms.

he places his hands on the waistband of my underwear. “can i?” he raises an eyebrow. i nod as much as i can.

he slides them down my legs, and im seated on the toilet seat butt ass naked. matt picks me up effortlessly again, and gently places me in the bath water.

once im situated, he kneels next to the tub, and grabs a loofa. matt starts on my shoulders, and works his way down my arms. he turns my forearm toward him, and stops.

all he saw were scars.

I think you’re crazy, maybe

matt sets the loofa down in the water, gently grabbing my arm. his warm fingers against my skin felt like spiders crawling all over me. he takes a closer look at them, some of them healed, some fresh.

“stop.” i mumble, using all of my energy to pull my arm away. looking up at matt, his eyes watering. “y/n, what is that?”

it felt like i was talking to my mother all over again. how she reacted when she found out i harmed myself. it was terrible, i never wanted to see her cry like that again. let alone matt.

“im sorry.”

matt holds his face in his hands. my eyes start to water, and i look at him. “matt, please don’t send me away.”

he immediately looks up, with a confused expression. “send you away?” i look at the water. “i don’t wanna go there again.”

matt’s face softens, and he leans closer to the tub. “y/n, who sent you away?” even talking about this makes me think of it. and i start crying uncontrollably. my thoughts are a parasite in my brain.

stop sending letters

letters always get burned

matt softly hugs me, and his arms around me help me remember feeling. feeling like i should have been.

its not like the movies

they fed us on little white lies

matt helps me back into bed, and i feel safer, now in warmers clothes. i lay my head onto the pillow, and stare at the ceiling, laughing. i could not stop laughing.

and then it stopped.

now all of the world was gray. and grayer. and even grayer. then it was black. pitch black.

matt lays down beside me, and i turn toward him. seeing his face made me feel some sort of comfort.

like i had been living in grayscale and matt was the first thing id ever seen in color.

i think you’re crazy, maybe

matt leans in closer to me. “y/n, can i ask you a serious question?” i nod my head slowly. but my head pounded with every movement i made.

“are you okay, seriously?”

i wanted to sink into the pillow, letting matt never have to see my face again. and me not having to answer that question ever again.

i stared at him in silence.

my eyes started to water again, and i bit my bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to leave my eyes. and matt just hugged me.

i will see you in the next life.

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healmyhrt · 2 months

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⌗ lick, n. sturniolo

nick x male!reader

summary: movie night turns into something more.

disclaimers!: established relationship, oral sex, kissing, fluff, use of y/n

a/n: lmk how i did guys bc ive never written any nick smut IN MY LIFE 😖😖

“did you pick a movie yet?” i yell into nick’s bedroom, from his bathroom. i hear the remote click a few more times, and i roll my eyes.

turning off the light switch, i walk back into his room. i snuggle next to him, and nick throws the blanket over us.

“edward scissorhands.”

i sigh, and smile at him. “of course.” nick puts his arm around my shoulder, and i lean my head onto his. the movie starts and we both focus on the tv screen.

“it’s almost time.” nick whispers into my ear, and i can feel the smile on his face. everytime we watch edward scissorhands, we always kiss at the same time during the kiss scene between edward and kim.

this time nick seemed more excited than usual.

we both sit up, because we know the scene is coming up. i turn to look at nick, and he’s already staring at me.

i lean in, and nick immediately smashes his lips onto mine. i smile, and go to pull away, but nick lets the kiss last longer. i mean, i don’t mind…

i move my hands to his hair, and he places one hand on my waist, and the other in my hair. the kiss is intimate as fuck, and you can tell how eager we are for one another.

i start to slide my hands toward the waistband of nick’s shorts, and he looks at me. “are you sure?” i bite my bottom lip.

“c-can i?” i question, and he nods quickly. “of course.”

i continue kissing him, slowly letting my hand travel under his waistband, and into his boxers. i palm him through the fabric, and nick grunts. i pull away, “what?”

he adjusts how he’s sitting, and spreads his legs a little to give me more work room. he leans in, and kisses me again.

i trail my fingers down to his tip, and feel it oozing with precum. i slowly begin to move my hands up and down on his cock, and nick groans into my lips.

the more i move on him, the more he starts to lose control. nick moves from my lips, and kisses down my neck as my movement becomes faster, and his trembling more rapid.

“shirt.” nick demands. i take my shirt off quickly with my free hand, and nick kisses down my chest. he gets to the waistband of my sweatpants, and looks up at me for consent.

i nod eagerly, and remove my hands from his shorts.

nick shimmy’s my sweatpants down to my knees, and straddles my legs. he slowly pulls down my boxers, keeping eye contact with me. “nick, please…”

i’m already rock hard, and nick smirks to himself. “couldn’t keep your composure with me, huh?”

i tilt my head back and close my eyes, as nick moves his mouth onto me. he slowly circles his tongue around my tip, and plunges his tongue into the slit. “fuck…” i groan.

he licks a trail of precum up my length, and massages it around with his hands. i open my eyes, and look down at him. he keeps his eyes on me as he takes almost all of me in his mouth.

nick bobs his head up and down on me, not ending the eye contact. i fold, and shut my eyes again. i feel nick take my cock out of his mouth. “no… no, please…”

“eyes on me.”

i nod, and he continues. i struggle to contain myself as nick continues to stroke me while sucking. i feel my climax getting more built up, and i start to get shaky.

“nick… im gonna…” is all i can make out. i shut my mouth to stifle the moans that threaten to leave it.

nick takes my cock out of his mouth with a pop sound, but continues moving his hands up and down on me.

my legs tremble as im about to cum, and nick stops.

“no, please.” i whine. nick presses a finger to my tip, making sure i can’t let it out. “hold it.” he demands.

i squirm underneath him, and i start sweating. i try to sit up, but the feeling is too much for me. “nick—”

“take it.” he cuts me off.

once the climax goes away, i sigh heavily, and lay back. nick pulls my boxers and sweats up together, and adjusts himself so he’s lying beside me.

he leans his head against mine, and fidgets with his fingers. “was it bad?” i shoot up, and look at him.

his eyes are anxious, and i give him a small smile. “never.” i reassure. he grins. “so you’d let me do it again, then?”

“in a heartbeat.” i say, with a sigh after, still trying to catch my breath. i lay back down, and we both face back toward the tv.

“so i guess we missed the end of the movie, huh?”

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