#matt whatever you're doing fucking stop

[elitehoe]

The whole entire dash after watching Matt delete the "I miss you babe let's make up" text he was going to send to Hangman

#GIVE ME HUNGBUCKS YOU COWARD #give me the strongest tranquilizer you got #I'm gonna start swinging he better not play with me #crying screaming throwing up rolling on the floor sliding down the wall #matt whatever you're doing fucking stop #matt is in timeout he needs to sit in the corner and think about his decisions #matt jackson #hangman adam page #being the elite #bte #aew

[amara-scott]

Imagine Mattheo and Theodore fighting over you constantly.

P.1

Reader x Mattheo Riddle / Reader x Theodore Nott

"The picknick was a good idea, I have to admit." I say, dropping another grape into my mouth, a full mouth turned into a smile. I sneak another one out of the basket Theo is carrying.

I glance over at Theo and he nods, grinning. He winks. "I know, Carina. I always have the best ideas, you should know that by now." I roll my eyes in amusement at his cocky statement.

As if on cue, I see a brown mop of curls rounding the corner, making me sigh. Great. Just great.

"Hey, what a surprise." Mattheo says, not seeming too happy as his eyes land on Theodore beside me. Mattheo shuffles something inside his jacket, flashing white, which I only catch a glimpse of. But I can't even question what it was before these two begin staring each other down.

An undeniably painful pause is the only thing holding me back from just turning around to run away. It's scaring me to even move a muscle. If these two don't sort out whatever is bugging them, I won't hesitate and avoid them both. I really did try to help them befriend each other once more. Their inner rivalry didn't get unnoticed by the rest of our friend group either. What has gotten into them these past few weeks?

"(Y/N), let's get going." Theo's free hand wraps around my wrist, not even glancing at me once while talking. He turns and tries to pull me with him, but not before Mattheo steps up, pushing Theo.

I stumble with him, still being in the grasp of Theo's strong hand. He let go and I take a step back.

"Excuse me?!" I get out before straightening up, rearranging my cloak. My glare hits Mattheo, but he is fixed on the boy in front of him as they now nearly graze noses. If I didn't know these two, I'd say one of them would be a Gryffindor. That would make sense at least. This is worse than Draco and Harry.

"Where do you think you're taking her, huh?" He grits out, and I can't say a word, too stunned I am being dragged into this ongoing fight now.

"Stop it, both of you!" I yell, but neither of them are backing down, making it really hard not to just ask a Professor to break them off. I glance around, only a few students hushing past, not daring to spare a look.

"We are going somewhere that is none of your concern, Riddle."

"Yeah? I don't think so, Nott."

"Why don't you fuck off and shag one of your whores, mind your own damn business!"

I had never seen either of them so worked up, which certainly was scary to look at. I try once more, "boys, come on, this is ridiculous." I gulp as they still don't look at me. My heart starts racing, and I try to find a way out that won't result in broken noses or wands at each other throats. What is going on with these two?!

"Come on, (Y/N)." Theo says again, making me debate what I should do. Pick a side? I don't want to be the reason one is more mad or disappointed by what I do.

"No." I mumble, feeling my eyes sting as I blink. I gulp once more, Theo's eyes finding my form a few feet behind Mattheo. His face relaxes as he looks at me.

"See? She doesn't want you, Nott." I can only make out the corner of Mattheo's lips as they curl up into a grin. Which doesn't help my situation.

"I'm not picking a side here, Matt, you are both acting extremely childish over – over, who knows what!" I turn and storm off, ignoring Matt and Theo yelling my name.

These idiots took it too far now. I won't speak a word – won't spare them another glance. Ugh, boys!

___

"-and he pushed Theo! Like a little kid! What is going on with these two?" I sat across from Pansy, piercing my fork into my piece of chocolate cake over and over again until it went mushy and the appetite left me. I sigh, my fork dropping onto the table, and I bury my face into my hands.

"You know them. They will get over it. Theo probably stole Matt's last fudge fly. They're boys, just like you said." She mumbles and keeps chewing on her dessert, eyes scanning the next page of her Witch Weekly magazine.

"I hope you're right." I mutter under my breath.

"Hey you two-" Draco joins us at the table, sitting down next to Pansy, Enzo settles beside me, I send him a brief smile.

"What's pestering you, (Y/N)? Or should I ask – who's pestering you?" He snickers and earns a stare from Pansy, making him shut up.

"Wait – do you know something, Draco?" I ask him and squint my eyes at him. He obviously does, as he stutters for a word, shaking his head. His cheeks slightly pink.

"Enzo, what is going on? Where are the others?" I turn to him, he sighs but shakes his head, sending me a small and sorry smile.

"I promised not to tell anyone. Especially not you, love." I grow irritated with the lot and push myself up, sending another glare at Draco, he would be easier to break. I take out my wand, holding it by my side and start boring holes into his head. He tries to avoid my deathly stare. But then he makes the mistake of connecting his eyes with mine.

"If you won't tell me right now where they are, I will personally make sure to have you grow a second nose every day, for the rest of the year – you will smell things you wish you didn't –"

"– come on, (Y/N), we promised –"

"– In the library, in the far back corner on the second level –" Draco squeaks, making Enzo glare at him in shock.

"We promised, Draco!"

"I don't care, I know she'll do it. I don't want a nose on my bum one morning! She knows how to get into our dorm." Draco snarls and glares at the table as I hurry off. Pansy only smirking and eating her second dessert in peace.

"Go get them!" She calls out without looking up and I wave her off, pushing past a few people on my way. My heart is racing and I don't know if I want to even meet these idiots. I promised myself to ignore them. Well that didn't take long for me to break.

I round the corner and walk into the library. My racing thoughts made this quiet place unbearable as I heard every damn thought of mine. But just as I take the last couple steps on the stairwell, I am met with hushed shouting.

"– how about you're both idiots? I really am hungry and if you two make me miss dinner, you won't sleep another night –" I hear Blaise taunting. I glance between a few books on the shelf, making out three heads. There they are. Blaise sits by the window, I could see his face clear as day. Theo sat sideways, eyes turned to the table in between them both. Mattheo on the other hand stands, pacing back and forth. He stops, just as my breath.

"Theo simply has to admit that he went behind my back. He took away the only thing that really mattered –"

"The only thing that mattered? The only thing that mattered to you was to simply get laid! Like always – just pick a different girl!" Theo stands up too now, Mattheo stepping up to his figure.

Blaise suddenly steps between them, hands on either chest and looks back and forth. "Hey, boys, you truly think we haven't had these lines already tonight? You're both ridiculous."

So this is about a girl? Is this about –

"Well, (Y/N) would never pick someone like you."

Shit.

"Like me? You're one to talk, Nott – stealing her from me, right after I told you I liked her. I trusted you, you are supposed to be my fucking best mate!" Their hushed voices are not so hushed anymore and I glance down to Miss Pince's desk. She narrows her eyes, scanning the upper level.

Blaise is struggling to hold Mattheo back now, Theo's lips curling into a smirk. I lean closer, my eyes still wide. How do they both like – me? Is this a stupid prank?

WHACK!

I was obviously leaning onto the shelf a bit too much as a book fell to the ground. Their heads turn to me and I could now clearly see all of them through the opening. I give them a weak smile and wave. "Hey –"

"(Y/N)?" Theo asks, stepping forward, around the shelf. I meet him half way, Mattheo’s eyes as hard as stone. My mouth feels dry while I try to think of what to say. I shrug and try to smile. My eyes land on Blaise who seems relieved, sighing as he walks up to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder, glancing between Theo and Matt.

“Maybe you’re the best to talk to them right now.” He pats my shoulder and turns to leave, I turn my head, wanting to tell him to stay, my heart racing. Blaise stops, glancing back at me. “Good luck.” He smirks and skips down the staircase. I really don’t want to turn back around so I take my time, gulping as I focus on both their shoe pairs instead of any eyes. Theo steps up slowly. “Carina, what did you hear?” My eyes shoot up at his question and Matt huffs, falling back into a cushioned arm chair.

“Obviously she heard it all. Otherwise she would be smacking our heads by now.” He mumbles at the end, his head held high as he’s glaring down at his knees, his hands squeezing the soft armrests. His sharp jaw clenching every now and then.

“I- I really-“ I take a deep breath shaking my head. “- don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Theo sends me a small encouraging smile. Matt’s head rolls back as he groans out.

“Oh please, stop that stupid emphasizing scheme!” Matt stands back up and joins us, glaring at Theo in disgust. Theo just rolls his eyes, turning to him.

“Just because you’re cold-hearted and only care about yourself doesn’t mean everyone has to-“

“-oh I only care about myself? You’re one to talk, fucking backstabber-“

“-Me? You are-“

“Hey!” I yell out, them both turning to me as they are once again almost choking each other. I ignore a few shushes thrown our way. Mattheo’s eyes soften as I look directly at him. His lips part and in his eyes I see that he’s struggling to hold back from saying what’s on his mind. “Matt-“ I get out, holding back my own emotional rollercoaster.

“I- I can’t-“ He stammers, rushing past me and running down the stairs, leaving. I walk up to the railing, my hands closing around the cold wood while I am looking after him.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” My head snaps around, Theo’s sad eyes glossy. He looks down, stepping closer and stops a foot from me. His eyes wandering back up, like he’s taking one last good look at me. Taking me in.

“It’s always been him.” He continues.

———

For part two choose your ending:

Mattheo (coming soon)

Theodore (coming soon)

#imagine #imagines #harry potter #harry potter imagine #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott imagine #slytherin #slytherin boys

[soulren]

Go spend some time on male pattern baldness or male(AMAB) balding forums/subreddits and such. I did after realizing it is happening to me and the ammount of people who truly don't realize how BRUTALLY it tanks people's confidence and mental health is insane.

There's no cure to baldness by the way, and it can start at any time and there's no way to predict how fast or slow it will go. The only real working option is a daily pill that usually just halts it, but it can stop working or just slow it down or cause major side effects. To regrow you have to use a daily topical solution, or use a roller to wound your scalp. None of these are surefire by the way, and if you stop them you'll just lose your hair and whatever you regained. It's a daily involved thing that might not work and often at best just retains. The best drug, the one that occasionaly gives regrowth, also causes shedding at the start, and can have side effects from growing breasts to brain fog to EDsyfunction(sorry, censoring cause tumblr). Now, those are INCREDIBLY rare and almost never happen but it weighs heavily on the mind of those already spiraling.

But that's just background. What I'm here to talk about is the pure woe you'll see on those forums. People speak as though their lives are over, as though they've lost every chance of finding a woman(predominantly, there's a running idea in such places that women don't like bald men or like them less) or doing anything. You can read countless stories of people who describe that they no longer go outside, are now filled with anxiety and self-hate, have gone from extroverted to never showing their face. And some of these people are kids who lost their hair in high school or even before, or are holding as best they can to a very receded hairline and feel like there is nothing they can do.

And then there's something touched upon far less in those communities, but is important to bring up here; baldness and masculinity. There's the horror of knowing so much of society sees a bald guy as a very masculine guy, at seeing that the best advice for being hot and bald is "grow and beard and big muscles bro". Imagine now you're AMAB balding and nonbinary, or a trans woman who doesn't want to be on hormones.

Just genuinely take the time to look at those forums no matter who you are. Understand what these people go through, what I am currently going through. It is soul-crushing, spiraling, brutal. I have the dream of one day being like Brennan Lee Mulligan or Matt Mercer and starting to lose my hair made me feel like I could never. I felt like and still feel like I would have to be masculine, have to be a bro-y dude, have to look older than I was(I'm fuckin 22). It was the feeling that I could never dress feminine again, never present as a woman when I wanted to again, that I'd always be viewed as a bald guy before anything else.

This is an incredibly vulnerable post for me, and I hope it reaches you all as well in a kind and understanding mood. There's a tendency online for people to joke about baldness, to make fun of it, to treat it as a playfull silly thing but it fucking ruins lives, and it shouldn't. It happens to half the population's sort of bodies and very often. It should just be a neutral thing. You don't need long hair to be feminine, you don't need hair to be feminine. You don't need hair for anything. I guess I'm just saying in general that everyone should be kinder about balding, more understanding, and view it with as much import as they'd view the pixels between this sentence and the next. None at all, I mean.

And for those like me, very feminine guys who wanna keep that and don't want a beard and are terrified of balding, here's some names and I do hope others that see this will add more; Mr. Bruce (also in The Correspondents(band) Alex Ward in LA By Night Jason Carl in LA By Night Cecil Baldwin of Welcome To Night Vale Bob The Drag Queen RuPaul(in looks alone, I know about the whole fracking stuff but this post is about looks) tananasho on instagram Also your mannerisms and style of dress will convey femininity far more than your hair. Yea sure a front-on neutral shot of you may not and maybe you need makeup and stuff, and hell maybe a lot of people might reject you more but it'll just filter down to the people for you.

And to all you artists and writers and creatives; make more bald characters. Try it out. Feminine ones, masculine ones, all sorts. None of the copout nonhuman sort, just dudes and girls and mates and individuals who are all sorts of things and also bald. It might make a few of the people going through the various vortexes of pain that balding causes feel a bit better.

And to those noticing I did not adress female hair loss much here, that was intentional. I am AMAB and currently a nonbinary guy who goes by any pronouns but often likes to present as fem. I learned I was possibly losing my hair and lost two months of my life, no work or going or anything, to male hair loss forums and research and spiraling. Checking my hair twenty times a day, unable to sleep, unable to eat, unable to think. And my situation was NOT unique, but it also did not give me any experience or understanding of female hair loss and what AFAB people may go through with that, so I don't feel knowledgeable enough to speak on it. Also living with baldness WILL get easier and you will find something that works for it, by virtue of simply living with it. Things get easier with time.

#bald #balding #hair loss #hair #hair care #minoxidil #dermaroller #baldness #bald and feminine #bald fem #using a lot of tags due to this being triggering for many and cause I want it to be seen #and because I want those who went through what I did to be able to find it #mpb #androgen alopecia #also I know this post is long but I'm not sorry cause it's important. If even one person has a bit less stress then that's good. #feminine bald man

[cherriesformatt]

collab of the year || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt invites you to meet some friends

warnings: none I think maybe a little suggestive

word count: 1,2k

a/n: hope you like this one

🍒

I was in my bed scrolling through twitter and all I had on my page was videos and pictures from Tara's party. Which Chris and Nick attended while me and Matt had a little gateway trip for our anniversary. They called him on FaceTime and that ended up in Tara's vlog. Everyone thinks it was hilarious including me. I also loved all of the memes with Matt going to bed while the party was happening.

When we came back boys told us about everyone and that they really had fun. I was really happy about that because they usually don't really go out that much. Especially not to parties.

I stopped scrolling when I felt arms around my body.

"Good morning" I heard Matt's raspy, morning voice.

I smiled when I felt little kisses on the back of my neck sending shivers down my body.

"Morning..." I said and turned around to face him.

I smiled when he opened his eyes.

"I am surprised it's like 9 and you're up" I laughed and fixed his hair from his eyes.

"Well...I have things to do" He said and smiled.

"Like what?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Like...you" He pulled me to himself even more and I was about to kiss him when I heard loud knocks on the door.

"Are you guys up? And dressed? Can I come in?" Chris said from the other side of the door and I looked at Matt and kissed his cheek and moved away a little.

"Yes... come in" I said and Matt growled and covered his head with a pillow.

Chris came into the room and looked at us.

"I have news!" He sat on the bed next to Matt.

"Me too, I actually hate you both right now" Matt said and threw the pillow from his face at Chris.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. I put my hair into the bun and looked at Chris.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Tara invited us for dinner to celebrate 1 mil, she wants us to meet Johnnie. Jake, Larray, Sam and Colby are going to be there too. Nick also said that they can come over here after dinner and we could hang out. y/n you will finally meet Tara!" Chris said.

I looked at him. Pure panic in my eyes. I need to clean up this place.

"Well... Then I should start to clean already" I said. That was kinda my thing. Cleaning when I am stressing out.

I spent half of my day cleaning the house, even if it was already pretty clean. Boys helped me a little, mostly Matt. Chris said he is going to clean his own room. Do I believe him? No.

"So should I like match the energy and go all black?" I asked Matt going through my clothes. I already did my make up and was standing in my underwear trying to find something I like.

"I already told you, wear whatever feels like good for you" He said looking at his PC.

"I hate men" I said dramatically and texted Nick to come downstairs.

He walked into the room and looked at me.

"Wow... I bet the other triplet does not get this view. All because I'm gay, how lucky..." He said sarcastically.

"I get more than that..." Matt blinked at him with a smirk on his face.

"Shut the fuck up, my room is above you, I fucking know" He said.

"What do I wear? Help me…He is useless" I looked at Nick pointing at Matt.

"Can't you wear that dress you bought last time we went thrift shopping? And the platform docs with it" He said and went to my jewelry box.

"Those are cool, wear this too" He put a chain and some small hoops on the dresser.

"Thank you Nick" I smiled at him and started to put the outfit together.

"See learn that for the next time" I told Matt when his brother left the room.

"Just to be sure... Did Chris saw you in your underwear?" He asked and I laughed. Can't believe he was still thinking about it.

"Probably? I don't know, who cares...Matt maybe I am just going to stay home" I said and sat on the bed.

"You literally need to stop overthinking that. You know that I also am not a fan of big groups but this people are really cool and chill. It's gonna be okay" He looked at me and smile.

"You look beautiful as always and everyone is going to love you" He stood up from his chair and came up to me.

He put both of his hands on my cheeks and gave me a quick kiss. I smiled and wrinkled my nose.

"Alright..alright.. you will ruin my make up Matthew" I took his hands of my face giving him one more quick kiss.

The dinner went great. They all were really nice. Me and Matt were the only couple there so sometimes they made little jokes about it. I felt very welcome even if I wasn't part of their world. I tried to stay out from the cameras usually. But I didn't want to be rude so when they were filming stories I was on it. I was kinda stressing about people talking shit about me.

When we came to our house and at first we talked and played games together. Then we decided to go to topgolf but before that they wanted to film some TikToks.

"You and Matt are literally a goal couple. He is just so sweet checking on you all the time. Look at him he is scared I'm going to eat you" Tara said to me and I laughed.

"Yes.. he is the best" I looked at Matt with a big smile.

"Do you wanna film TikTok with me? I love your outfit so much" She asked me and i said "fuck it if tara yummy asks you to make a TikTok with her you make a TikTok with her" in my head.

"Okay...I usually only post for my friends but if you want I'm in" I smiled.

We decided to use "Tara Yummy is a mindset" audio since we kinda match with our outfits. She was a real sweetheart and such a funny person. They all were.

"I am really glad you are having fun tonight" Matt said while we were driving to top golf. He put his hand on my knee and smiled.

"It's really fun I'm glad we are doing this. And that you guys are meeting more people" I said and looked at the back at his brothers.

"Girl your and Taras TikTok is so viral" Nick showed me and my eyes went big for the numbers.

"Fuck... that's crazy" I said and Chris laughed.

"Told you that you should start to film as well" He said.

"No thank you..I just couldn't say no to Tara" I laughed.

Topgolf was souper fun. I won with Matt for the first time since forever so I was so happy. Everyone had so much fun and we filmed a lot. Boys were teaching Tara how to play and she looked so cute with the club because she is just so small.

"Matt is sad because his girlfriend is better than him" Jake said while we were on our way to the cars.

"Poor Matty" Chris made a sad face.

I laughed at them and looked at Matt. He just shook his head.

"Well...he is a winner anyways, he has the hottest girl in town, I dare you to show her to the world Matt" Tara said and I blushed.

I BLUSHED. WTF

"Are you flirting with me?" I looked at her and she laughed.

I might have a new best friend.

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

[sturniololovesss]

Dirty Joke

Pairing: Dad!Matt × Fem!reader

Summary: Last night things got heated between Matt and Y/N. Next morning,Matt makes a dirty joke infront of Brinley and he has to make an excuse to cover it.

Warnings: Starts out with smut,suggestive jokes.

Smut Summary:blowjob,praising.

--------‐--‐-------------------------‐--‐------------------

9:57 p.m

I walked into the bathroom and saw Matt drying his hair. He was shirtless and had on blue jeans that showed his blue boxers slightly.

"Jeans to sleep?Very wierd choice." I said as i stood by the door.

Matt's eyes flickered to me. "Baby,I told you we have to go film today." He said while drying his hair.

"Oh right. Well what time are gonna be back?" I asked while taking off my shirt to go in the shower.

"Around 12:00 am,maybe." He said. "I'm sorry love,I know I've been coming ba-" He stopped as he turned around,seeing me in nothing but my bra and underwear.

"You like what you see Matt?" I asked smirking. I spun around to give him a full 360•.

That made Matt look back up at me. "Sorry baby, just got distracted there for a second."

"Yeah,I can see that." I said referring to his hard-on.

I walked closer to him,"Maybe I can help you with that." I said as I palmed him over his jeans.

(Time skip)

10:15 p.m

"Oh fuck Y/N,you're sucking me off so good." Matt moaned as he got closer to his orgasm.

I hollowed my cheeks aroung him as I sat on my knees on the bathroom floor. My hand jerking whatever couldn't fit in my mouth.

"Holy shit,I'm cumming,I'm cumming baby." He groaned as he came in my throat.

I pulled off of him with a pop,before swallowing his cum.

He chuckled as he looked down at me. " We should do that when I get home." He said.

"I'm not giving you a blowjob at midinght,Matt!" I said smiling as I got up from my knees.

Matt still hovered over me as I watched up at him. "Worth a shot." He said as he leaned in to kiss me.

But before our lips met,Chris called him. "Matt where the fuck are you?" He asked Matt over the phone.

"I'll be right there,let me just put on a shirt." He said as he hung up the phone.

He gave me a quick kiss before saying, "Bye baby, I love you. I'll see you later." He said before putting on a shirt and going to pick up his brothers.

"Love you!" I said before he walked out the door.

----‐‐----------------------------------------------------

7:45 a.m

I woke up to see my husband lying next to me on his phone,now shirtless with plaid sweatpants on.

"Morning." I said as I said as I rested my chin on his chest. He took off his phone and he put it on top of his nightstand.

"Morning pretty." He said as turned to to his right,now completely facing me as his hands rested on my hips.

As I leaned in for a kiss,our four year old opened the door as she walked inside the room,holding her pink star blanket.

"Mommy,Daddy!" She said as she ran between the both of us.

I chuckle, "Hi lovey,good morning!" I said as she looked at me.

"Morning doll." Matt said as he kissed his daughter's head.

"Morning!" She said as she cuddled into me,nuzzling into my chest.

"I'm gonna shower and get ready,I'll be right back, you wanna come too Y/N. Maybe you can recreate what you did last night." He said smirking.

As I got up to speak, Brinley interuppted me,"What did Mommy do last night?" She asked curiously.

Matt and I's eyes widened as we look at eachother.

"Um, well. Mommy,um,showed me,um, a-a magic trick. It was really cool. But she can't do it again cause we don't have time. Remember, Uncle Nick and Uncle Chris said they want to hang out by the pool with you." Matt said making up an excuse.

"Oh yeah. Mommy can you get me ready?" She asked me as a big smile plastered over her face.

Brinley loved hanging out with me,Matt,Nick and Chris. She always had fun.

"Sure lovey,go inside your room and fill up the bath and I'll be right there okay? You remember how much water to put?" I asked her.

She nodded bfore runing to her bathroom that was inside her room.

I got off of the bed and walked up to Matt. "Really,magic trick?" I asked him as I put my two hands on his chest.

"What do you want me to tell her,love? 'Oh Mommy was having fun sucking daddy off,' Want me to say that?" He said while smirking.

"You're crazy,you know that?" I said as I walked out the room,to my daughter's room.

"Wait! Can I still have a blowjob tonight?" He asked me as he grabbed my wrist softly.

"Who says you have to wait for tonight? You can get one while Brinley watches TV." I said winking and walking out the door.

I could hear Matt say "Yahoo!" in his baby voice from outside. I chuckled as I walked to Brinley's room.

I was truly married to a child.

______________________________________________

Is this bad or not?

I don't even know.

LOVE Y'ALL!!

______________________________________________

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut

[lovingmattysposts]

Friends with Benefits Part 3

(I would listen to these two songs on repeat while reading)

P1 P2 P4 P5 P6

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: You and Matt are best friends, who occationaly have sex on the low. No string attached, just sex. Well, just sex for him. Little did he know you were falling in love and falling fucking fast.

warnings: smut, mention of an age gap (not in a creepy way, just a joke), drinking, cursing, a physical fight at the end

part three you guys have been begging for, prepare yourselves now. Just warning you this one is a sad one, love yall

xoxo, Autumn

"This one?" I asked holding up the third option of the night. "No" She stated staring at me. I dropped the dress in my hands and glared at her. "You're not taking this seriously" I said turning back to my closet. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, I'm taking this very seriously" She nodded. I glared back at her.

The truth was is that i've been avoiding Matt all week. I respond to his texts, miss his calls. I'll say I miss him, but I won't come over. It's been a back in forth battle between my mind whether or not I wanted to do this or not. All day I'll pace around, saying that I was done. Then the night came and I would text him. He was starting to get irretated and I knew it.

Tonight was his birthday. I was texting him last night when it turned midnight.

last night:

to Matt Stromboli       12:01am

I guess you're a year older now

From: Matt Stromboli     12:01am

Is that suppose to be your way of telling me happy birthday?

to Matt Stromboli   12:02am

Something like that

From: Matt Stromboli   12:02am

How sweet of you. Oops, just got another text from my side hoe, she sent me a paragraph

I knew it was a joke, but it hit me like a punch in the face. I couldn't show it, and that's when my brain tells me i'm trying to pull back for a reason.

to Matt Stromboli   12:04

Wouldn't want to keep her waiting now do we?

From: Matt Stromboli 12:02am

Oh of course not, brb

From: Matt Stromboli 12:03am

Thank you so much for the deep message y/n/n, I can't stop thinking about you either. You are so hot and I can't wait to spend the entire night with you while you tell me just HOW happy you are that it is my birthday. 20 has never felt so good. Guess I'm considered a pedo since you're still 19, but still can't keep you off my mind ;)

to Matt Stromboli 12:04

Was that you referencing me as your side hoe and dissing my age all in one message?

From: Matt Stromboli 12:05am

Side hoe, main hoe, whatever hoe. You fit the description for all of them.

From: Matt Stromboli 12:05

....or you guys just happen to have the same name

to Matt Stromboli 12:06

So you're messing with TWO 19-year-olds. brb calling the police

From: Matt Stromboli 12:06

Lol so funny. (pls don't)

I laughed out loud.

to Matt Stromboli 12:07

I just talked to them. They said you're sentenced to no birthday sex from either of the 19-year-olds.

From: Matt Stromboli 12:07

NO PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING. THERE IS ONLY ONE 19-YEAR-OLD I SWEAR

to Matt Stromboli 12:08

wow never have seen you beg before. Kinda like it

From: Matt Stromboli 12:09

Don't get used to it. You've been depriving me for a week now, i'm starting to lose vision in my left eye.

to Matt Stromboli 12:08

Goodnight birthday boy

From: Matt Stromboli 12:10

God that message just made me hard

to Matt Stromboli 12:08

Oh god, doctor, he's flat-lining

From: Matt Stromboli 12:10

my doctor is a gross old man, you ruined it.

to Matt Stromboli 12:11

Sorry

From: Matt Stromboli 12:12

Can I call you?

I sighed looking at the ceiling. As much as I wanted to keep this going of pulling back. It was midnight and I was talking to the man I was in love with and he hasn't touched me in a week.

From: Matt Stromboli 12:13

Please. I just need to hear your voice. You could literally talk about anything for about 30 seconds and I'll be done for.

I smiled.

to Matt Stromboli 12:11

Am I dreaming or is Matthew Bernard Sturniolo being submissive?

From: Matt Stromboli 12:13

I can't finish without you, please. It's my birthday

I rolled my eyes before I clicked to call him. It didn't ring one time before he answered. "Matthewwww" I sang. I already heard him whine over the phone and small breaths over the phone. My eyes went wide.

"Wow okay. Already going at it I see?" I chuckled. "Shut up" He grunted over the phone. I sat up on my bed, smiling to myself. "Hey who's the one in control right now? I could start talking about your doctor again and turn you off so fast" I stated. He groaned. "Stop talking about my doctor" I heard him chuckle over the phone.

"Then stop telling me to shut up" I said bluntly. He let out a breath. "Okay, I'm sorry" He said quickly. I smiled, I loved this. "What do you want me to talk about?" I asked, he took a few second before responding.

"Anything-Anything just keep talking" He stuttered. I smiled, rolling over. "Okay" I sighed thinking. I could fuck with him. "Today I did laundry." I stated. I heard him chuckle softly. "Yeah?" He breathed. I hummed. "Yeah and then I fingered myself while wearing that shirt you gave me" I said out of the blue. I heard him moan almost immediately, making me chuckle.

"A-Are you serious?" He asked breathlessly. I chuckled to myself. "No, I just have no idea how to do this" I laughed. I heard him chucking a bit, before breathing in. "Dude" He said. "Plus I'm on my period" I lied. "No you're not" He grunted. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I have your period on a tracker" He breathed. I rolled my eyes, of course he did.

"Tell me what you're wearing" He breathed. I looked down at my big t-shirt and sweatpants. "Uhm" I hummed. "Nothing" I lied. I heard short and shallow breaths. "Just laying here, like naked you know?" I sighed looking up.

"I know you're lying" He moaned. I giggled. "Tell me about you're day" He grunted. "Just keep talking" His voice broke at the last word. I sighed into the phone. "Okay, well. I cleaned my room I was actually being really productive. Then I started scrolling through instagram then-Oh! You know that clothing account that has the like spider-web design like thing on it?" I asked through the phone.

"Uh humm" He hummed through the phone. "Well I bought like a sweatshirt off of it, and I'm actually really excited for it to come in, you know?" I smiled. "Yeah baby" He sighed into the phone.  I smiled. "Lucy said it was a stupid buy, but I think that it would look really cool with those cargo pants I got, but I have no idea what shoes to wear with them. Trying out a new like cool look." I said smiling. He breathed in sharply.

"Fuck" He cursed, his breathing getting heavier. "Are you clooossee?" I asked. "Hm huh" He breathed. I sighed into the phone. "I wish I was there" I stated leaning on my hand as i started to play with my hair. "Me too" He said quickly. "Hmm, you wish it was my hand don't you?" I teased. "Fuck, yes" He moaned. I smiled.

"Just pretend that is. That I'm hovering over you, kissing your neck. Telling you to let go all over my fingers like a good birthday boy-" I almost laughed at my dirty talk, but he liked it.

"Y/n-Fuck-I-" I heard him say loudly and then moaned loudly, before he let out a deep breath. "Are you-Did you-" I asked. "Yes" He chuckled. I smiled. "Good" I stated. He sighed into the phone. "Hold on a second" He said and I heard rustling on the other end, and I waited.

"You're coming tomorrow right?" He asked. I sighed into the phone. "Yeah" I breathed. "Good" He said softly, settling back down.

"Nate and Justin come in tomorrow and they are staying with us" He explained. I nodded. "That'll be fun" I said over the phone. He sighed. "The only reason I'm saying that is because you can't spend the night tomorrow" He said, making my face drop and my heart hurt.

"Oh" I said, swallowing. "I just don't want to make it a thing you know? I mean like it's not a big deal with Chris and Nick because they like know, but I don't feel like explaining it to Nate and Justin" He said, making me breath out.

"Right" I said. I felt like an idiot. An absolute idiot. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Feeling the pit in mu stomach form from the punch in the gut. You're not like my girlfriend, so you shouldn't spend the night when people I care about are staying with me.

"But, I am still excited for you to see them and meet them and stuff" He said. I bit my lip. "Yeah, yeah of course" I breathed. "And I'm excited to see you. Since you've been ghosting me the past week" He chuckled.  I swallowed. "Yeah, sorry i've just been.....busy" I said feeling tears start to fill in my eyes.

"Yeah I know, no hard feelings. I just miss seeing my homie" He said happily. His homie. Fucking Ouch. "Yeah yeah. I just-" I took a breath. "I'll just see you at the party then" I said shaking my head. "Okay cool" He said before we said our goodbyes. I swallowed clicking off the phone.

present:

I swallowed shifting through my clothes remembering last night. "Just pick something already" She sighed. I picked out a black dress and showed it to her. Her eyes went wide. "What? It's my favorite dress" I argued. "No" She said standing. "It's Matt's favorite dress" She said raising her eyebrows. I sighed looking at it, it did make me look really good.

"Give me the shirt back or i'm wearing it" I said looking over at her. She sighed and looked at me. "No" She said. "Then, I'm wearing it" I smiled before walking into the bathroom.

-

We were on the uber ride there when I turned to Lucy. "I'm gonna talk to him eventually Lucy, I just-tonight's his birthday" I sighed. She looked over at me and nodded. "I'll hold my breath" She smiled making me shake my head. She pushed me slightly.

"Hey, it's your life you can do what you want. I just don't want to see you get hurt" She said quietly. I nodded. Lucy was a good friend. She really was, but I was already hurt. Constantly getting hurt. I looked down at the box in my hand, rubbing my thumb over it.

"Is that for Matt?" She asked looking down, I nodded. I opened it looking down at the ring. It was a ring that he's wanted for so long. So I thought I'd buy it for his birthday. Now looking down at it, I debated even giving it to him. I closed it before putting it back in my purse and turning to look out the window.

We pulled up to the house and their were cars lining the street. We thanked the driver and walked out and up to the house. I stood at the door for a second. Lucy stopped and looked at me. "You okay?" She asked. I looked at her before nodding, but not moving.

"You gonna go inside?" She asked pointing at the door. I licked my lips. "It feels-" I started to say. "Weird" I whispered. She sighed leaning over to me. "You look hot. If Matt can't see it then screw him. Okay? Birthday or not I'll beat his ass" She smiled making me smile.

I nodded before walking through the door. The loudness of the party came over me as we walked in. I glanced around before I saw all of them standing and talking in the kitchen. I swallowed and turned towards Lucy who was behind me.

"What are you doing?" She asked quickly. "I can't do it" I said shaking my head. She furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean?" She asked leaning towards me. "I can't be here, not tonight, not on his birthday. I can't-" I started to shake my head.

"Y/n!"

I winced at the sound of my name being called. Lucy looked up behind me and then back down to me. "They are walking over here" She whispered in between her teeth. I opened my eyes and slowly turned around. I saw Chris, Nate, and Nick all walk up to me glancing behind them seeing Matt and Justin stay on the other side of the kitchen, while Matt glanced at me. I looked away from them.

"Hey" I smiled up at Nick, bringing him into a hug. "Happy birthday" I said as I pulled back from the hug. "Thank you" He smiled. I pulled Chris into a hug as well. "Happy birthday" I smiled, he let go. "Thanks Y/n/n" He smiled down at me. I looked over to Nate.

"Y/n and Lucy, this is Nate" Nick said motion to Nate. I pulled him into a hug as well, catching Matt's stare from the other side of the kitchen. I let Nate go, leaning back. "It's nice to meet you" Nate smiled at me. I nodded smiling. "It's nice to meet you too, these boys never shut up about you" I smiled, making him look over at Chris and Nick.

"I'm Lucy, I don't do hugs. Happy birthday boys" She motioned to Chris and Nick. They nodded.

"So Y/n, do you live in LA?" Nate asked. I nodded looking down. "I do, i've lived here my whole life" I said looking at him, he nodded. "I'm gonna have to come visit more often" He said smiling, making me raise my eyebrows. Chris and Nick looked at each other. Lucy looked over at me. I awkwardly laughed.

"Oh yeah well" I cleared my throat. "You look beautiful" He said looking at me. I opened my mouth to respond when Matt came over to us. He put his hands on Nate's shoulders staring down at him.

"Nate, getting a little too friendly with my guests hm?" He said smiling. Nate just looked at him. Lucy eyed me and I just looked at her. Matt looked over to me, releasing Nate. "Y/n" He stated. I nodded at him. Nick looked between us and cleared his throat.

"Justin, this is Y/n" Nick said motioning to Justin. I looked over smiling, shaking his hand. "Hi" I smiled he nodded. Matt stayed looking at me. "Y/n/n, let's go get a drink" Lucy said pulling my arm. I looked at her and then to Matt.

"Okay" I breathed as we walked away. I let out a deep breath. "That was weird" Lucy said. I nodded. "Really weird" She nodded. I turned back around looking at them, Matt's eyes were trained on me. I swallowed turning back around as Lucy handed me a drink.

-

The rest of the night I attempted to talk to as many people as I possibly could so that I wouldn't run into Matt. I didn't want to deal with my feelings, if I was being completely honest. I didn't want to face him.

I've been here and hour and haven't even spoken to him. Lucy turned to me and told me she was going to the bathroom. I nodded as she walked off. I wasn't standing there three seconds before I felt someone walk up to me.

"You're not gonna tell me happy birthday?"

I turned slowly, seeing Matt looking down at me. I blinked up at him before looking down. "I already did Matt, last night" I said barley looking at him, keeping my eyes busy scanning the room. He licked his lips, his eyes trained on my face.

"You've been avoiding me" he stated making me look up at him. He was looking down at me with an expression I couldn't read.

"No I haven't" I lied. "I know when you lie to me y/n" He stated quickly. I swallowed before bringing my drink up to my mouth. He took it out of my hands, putting it on the counter beside us.

I looked down at the cup and then back up at him.

"Happy Birthday Matt" I breathed before attempting to turn, but I felt my arm being grabbed as he dragged me away. I looked up at him as he dragged me away down the hall.

"Matt" I said trying to get my arm away but he pushed me into his room before closing the door.

"Matt! What the hell was-"

"Are you pregnant?" He asked looking down at me closing his eyes briefly. My mouth fell open. That was the last possible thing I expected to fall from him mouth.

"W-What?" I asked looking up at him in shock. He sighed looking down. "Fuck Y/n are you? because if you are-Oh my god-Fuck-" he rambled.

"Matt I'm not pregnant!" I yelled at him. He looked up at me pausing. "Then what is wrong?" He threw us hands up. I sighed looking down.

"Y/n/n" he breathed stepping towards me. If I was smart, I would step away from him. But I was the dumbest bitch alive. I looked up at him as his hands came around my waist.

"Talk to me." He breathed. I let out a shaky breath. I looked down at my purse. I looked back up at him, his eyes boring into mine. I gripped my purse.

"I got you something" I whispered. He just looked at me. "For your birthday" I said reaching down and opening my bag. He looked down, stepping back for a second. I pulled out the small box and handed it to him.

He looked down at it and then back at me. I smiled sadly at him. He looked back down opening the small box and pulling out the ring. He smiled rubbing his thumb over it. He looked up at me.

"You didn't have to do that y/n/n" he breathed. I nodded. "I know I just thought-" I swallowed. I looked up at him. "Do you like it?" I whispered.

He nodded. "I love it" He said looking at it. He walked over setting the box on his dresser and slipping the ring over his finger. I looked down at my feet.

"You look pretty" he said as he turned around. I just looked at him. "Yeah" I stated. He walked over to me slowly.

"It's the dress" he stated as he ran his finger over the strap. I swallowed. "It's the dress" I said back. The dress I was wearing the first time we hooked up. He put his hands on my face. I blinked up at him.

I love you so much. 

My mind screamed.

"I love the ring" he said rubbing his thumbs across my cheeks. I smiled. "I'm glad" I said quietly, almost inaudible.

I want this to be forever. I wanted this to be real. I want to be yours. I don't want to be hiding behind your bedroom door anymore.

I closed my eyes.

"I've thought about you all day long" he whispered. My eyes stayed closed. "Yeah?" I whispered back. "Yeah" he breathed before I felt him kiss me softly. I opened my eyes as he pulled away.

"Have you had a good birthday?" I asked. He smiled. "Yeah" he said leaning down and kissing my cheek so softly. I swallowed. He lifted his head and looked at me.

"Does the police sentence still stand?" He whispered as he trailed his hand down my arm. Sex. Right. I let out a shaky breath.

"I-I don't know" I stuttered. He pulled me against him, making me breath in. "I'm staying in here with you while my birthday party goes on out there" he stated as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

"And I can't have you tonight" he dragged out smiling. I just watched him. "And I've missed you. I've missed this" he stated. I looked up at him.

"And you in that dress" he sighed looking down at me. I swallowed feeling my emotions starting to come up my throat.

"Matt?" I whispered. He looked up at me. "Can you kiss me?" I asked softly. He smiled and nodded before bringing our lips together in a slow kiss. I kissed him back, in my mind kissing my boyfriend. On his birthday. And after he was going to walk out there holding my hand announcing to the world that I was his girlfriend. That he was proud of me. Proud that I was his.

I sighed as I kissed him. He pushed me back by my hips and pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top me. I connected us back together in a hungrier kiss.

"You make me crazy" he mumbled against my lips. You have no idea how crazy you make me. I closed my eyes feeling the lump in my throat pushing it down. Praying it would go down.

He moved down kissing my neck hungrily, slightly pushing up my dress. I stared up at the ceiling feeling it in my chest. The reality of the situation setting in, hitting me like a ton of bricks. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair.

I felt tears start to brim at my eyes. I couldn't focus on his mouth against my neck. I couldn't even feel the sensation of it anymore, all I was focused was the tears threatening to spill over.

"Matt" I said softly as the tears pooled. "Hmm" He breathed against me moving downward towards my chest, pushing the dress up higher. I swallowed and closed my eyes.

"Matt stop. Please stop" my voice broke. Immediately from hearing my voice he sat up lifting his hands off me completely. He looked down at me with a look of fear when he saw my face.

"What? What happened? Y/n what's wrong?" His voice full of concern as he looked in my eyes. I shook my head tears spilling from my eyes. I felt his hands come up to my face and I pushed them off of me. I rolled out from under him and he sat hesitantly next to me, going to hold me but paused.

"Y/n. What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did I do something?" He asked next to me quickly. I shook my head and looked down, not being able to form words, my throat closing. suffocating me. His presence and his confusion suffocating me.

"Y/n" he said softly, placing his hand on my leg. I pushed it off. "I don't understand" he shook his head. I took a deep breath and stood up.

"That's the problem Matt, you don't understand" I said shaking my head and wiping my face. "You don't understand that every single thing you do fucking kills me! You're killing me." I yelled down at him. He just stared up at me, like a lost puppy.

"Don't look at me like-like that" I said turning my head starting to cry harder. He stood up reaching for me but I stepped back. "No" I whimpered.

"Y/n-" he started to say but I cut him off. "It's not f-fair!" I pointed at him.  "It's not fair that you hold me after we have sex. It's not fair that you kiss me like you care about me. It's not fair that you tell me you think about me all day. It's not fair that tell me not to see anyone else. It's not fair that you almost rip your best friend's fucking head off for flirting with me." I said out of breath. His face turned hard and he looked down.

"It's not fair that call me yours when I'm n-not!" I yelled letting the tears stream down my face, clawing at my chest. He just blinked up at me.

"Y-You don't get it" I breathed. "You don't get that every single thing you say to me-" I took a deep breath. I couldn't think, everything that was in my mind was coming out like a word vomit.

"Y-you treat me like your fucking girlfriend and drop my hand when someone walks by. You don't even want to be the one to introduce me to your best friend. Y-You pull me into your room when you have to ask me what's wrong because you don't want people to see that you care." I shook my head, hearing it all fall out of my mouth just made it more of a reality.

"And-and I get it okay? I get it that it was my choice. I agreed to this, but how can you-" I bit my lip looking up. "How you lay there and do those things and-" I cried cutting myself off, shaking my head. "It's not fucking fair" I whispered.

Things that I've kept bottled up forever and had never vocalized before were spilling out of my mouth as I cried in front of the boy I loved most, the boy that was killing me.

"Everyday I lay there hoping and wishing that you would-" I closed my eyes trying to breath.

"You hide me like I'm some huge secret and it's killing me" I cried holding my chest. Matt stood silently in front of me with his mouth slightly parted staring at me.

"You drive 25 minutes out of your way to give me your shirt because you thought I was mad that you asked me to give it back." I breathed looking at him, shaking my head.

"Matt, you're fucking killing me" I said barley above a whisper. Silence filled the room around us. I looked down at my feet. My heart beating out of my chest. The silence slicing through me like a knife. This was it. It was all out there.

"Y/n" he breathed. I looked up at him with tear stained cheeks. His eyes full of sorrow as he stared at me.

"I was a virgin" I admitted. His eyes went wider. "What?" He asked suddenly. I licked my lips and looked down at my feet.

"I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to not take me seriously. I-I wanted this. I thought I could do it like this. I thought it would be easier, I didn't realize that-" I stopped taking in a deep breath.

"You were my first everything" I said looking at him. He blinked at me. I realized with his expression that It wasn't fair that I didn't tell him. It wasn't fair to him and It wasn't fair to myself. "What?" His voice broke. I bit my lip and looked to the side and then back at him.

"I'm such-I thought that-" I let out a breath. I looked at him, hurt filling his face. "I thought that one day you would wake up and realize that you wanted more. That you wanted to show me to your friends not h-hide me behind closed doors-" I shook my head as a sob came up my throat, realizing how ridilcious this sounded as it came out of my mouth.

"That you'd wake up and realize that you-" I let out a shaky breath along with a sob.

"Matt, I love you" I admitted, his face dropped. "Y/n-" he breathed stepping forwards. I shook my head stepping back and hitting the wall slightly.

"I can't-" I shook my head. "I can't do this anymore" I said through a sob. "I can't live another day just being the girl who sits and waits for the boy to love her back" I cried before turning and waking out of the room.

"Y/n. Wait. Please don't-" Matt ran after me. The noises of the party came back over me as it felt like everyone's eyes came to me. I looked down hiding my face as I bolted towards the kitchen.

"Y/n?" I heard Chris's voice. I looked up at him, worry filling his face. I turned and saw Matt walking quickly behind me.

"Y/n?" I heard Lucy's voice I looked up at her. Horror filled her face and she looked at Matt approaching us. "Let's go. We're leaving right now" she said grabbing my arm and pulling me away.

I nodded as we walked to the front door, a cry coming out of my mouth. I turned and saw Chris stopping Matt, pushing his chest and Matt argued towards him before I turned around leaving the party.

Matt pov

"Y/n" I breathed, tears filling my eyes as I watched Lucy grab her arm and drag her away. I went to go after her but felt Chris push my chest back. I looked up at him, anger filled his face. I tried to move past him but he stood in front of me.

"Move" I spat harshly trying to move past him again but he pushed me back again. I watched as she walked out of the door and out of my life. I felt my heart drop. I swallowed feeling tears start to run down my face.

"What did you do?" Chris asked angrily at me. I looked over at him. "I didn't-" I breathed looking between him and Nick. "Get out of my way" I said through gritted teeth, pushing him harder. I was't losing her. Under any circumstance. She can't leave like this. What if she gets hurt? What if she does something stupid? What I never saw her again? She can't walk away like this.

I felt Nick's arm pull me back. "Matt stop!" Nick said. I turned around and looked at him. "Let her go" Nick said softly. "Nick I will rip your arm off, let me go now" I spat. He bit his lip as he looked at me. I realized that the party talk had stopped around us and everyone was looking at us.

"I will fight you in front of everyone. I don't care. I can't let her leave" I said glaring at him, my eyes full of tears. He just blinked at me. I ripped my arm away from him and sprinted towards the door. I ripped the door open and ran down the driveway, the tears clouding my vision. I could barely see.

"Please" I mumbled looking around. She was nowhere to be found. "Fuck" My voice broke. I heard footsteps come from behind me as I walked back and forth down the street. No sign of her anywhere.

She left.

I turned kicking the trash can to the ground and fisting my hair with my hand. I looked over to see Chris and Nick looking at me with a worried expression from the driveway. I tore my eyes away from them, looking away as a cry escaped my throat. I covered my face with my hands as the tears came.

I heard footsteps approach me and I felt a hand on my back. I pushed away from them. I looked up.

"A-Are you happy?" I asked looking between them. They both looked at each other. I wiped my nose and looked down. "Are you?" Nick asked looking at me, making me look up at them. "What?" I spat, trying to catch my breath. Nick sighed and looked down.

"We told you-" Chris started. "I'm not talking about this with you" I cut him off pushing past him. "I told you that you were gonna hurt her!" He screamed back at me making me stop. I glared down at the ground. "She didn't deserve that" Chris breathed. I bit my lip before letting out a deep breath. I stopped, sitting down on the grass. They walked over sitting next to me. I shook my head as I leaned down crying between my knees.

"I didn't-" I shook as their arms came around me. "How could I-" I choked. I leaned up attempting to breathe. "I should have-" I stopped as I cried. "She told me she loved me" I whispered, Chris and Nick looked at each other.

"And you didn't already know that?" Nick asked looking down at me. I looked over at him. I closed my eyes and sighed. A part of me knew that. A part of me saw it in the way she looked at me, or the way she spoke to me. The other part of me just didn't want to accept that.

"You fell in love with her too, you're just too fucking prideful to admit it" Chris said making me, bite my lip. "I don't date" I said shaking my head. Chris stood up standing in front of me. "Will you get over yourself?" He yelled down at me. I didn't look up at him.

"Look at you right now! You almost fought Nick in there for stopping you from getting to her and you're gonna sit here and tell me that you don't love her?" He yelled. I glared at my feet. "You talk about her like she's the only thing you think about for god's sake!" He said throwing his hands up.

"You're private about your life with her and I get that, I do, but if you were just using her for a good fuck and that's it- wouldn't you brag about it? Wouldn't you tell you're best friends about what she does behind closed doors?" He asked making me look up at him. I glared at him, tightening my fists.

"Chris" Nick said warningly. Chris scoffed shaking his head. "No" He said crossing his arms. "No, he doesn't." He looked back at me. "What does she do huh?" Chris said raising his eyebrows. I closed my eyes. I can't fight my brother. I can't fight my brother. My mind screamed at me.

"Is she good at giving head?" He asked suddenly my eyes snapped open at him. I let out a breath. "What kind of underwear does she wear? Hm?" He asked looking at me. I felt all the blood rush to my head. He can't talk about her like that. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Or does she even wear any at all?" He said. I stood up pushing him back. "Matt!" Nick stood up. Chris walked back to me, pushing me and then we were in a full on brawl. He punched me in the shoulder and I punched him across the face.

"Matt what the fuck!" Nick yelled between us. Chris wiped his mouth, blood present on his hand. Chris held his hand up to stop Nick from interfering. He spat on the ground before walking back towards me. "You wanna go? Let's go fuck boy" He said motioning for me to come towards him. I walked over to him grabbing him by the shoulders and onto the ground beneath us.

"Get off of each other!" Nick yelled. He pushed himself on top of me, holding me against the ground.

"You talk about how pretty her eyes are" He breathed looking down at me. I struggled beneath him, glaring up at him. He pushed my shoulders harder against the ground. I was breathing heavy up at him. "You talk about what joke's she told" He stated. I stopped struggling.

"You talk about her like you love her" He said letting my shoulders go. I turned my head and tears started to come up to my eyes again. "You just need to get over yourself and admit it" He said climbing off me completely. I let out a breath sitting up.

They both looked down at me. I avoided their eyes and looked away.

"Of course I'm in love with her" I admitted out loud for the first time. Nick smiled down at me and Chris shook his head. "How could someone not be?" I sighed rubbing my face. "I treated her like shit" I said realizing everything I've done to her. They just stood in front of me.

"Fuck" I said hanging my head. "What do I do?" I asked looking up at them, they just looked at each other.

lollll sorry i'm just gonna leave this hear (dont hate me)❤️

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

[recklesssturniolo]

Video Games Part 2 - M.S

Part 2 of Sub!Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader but lowkey Dom!Matt also comes to play (Part 1 is here)

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

“I don’t think you understand what you to do me” He replied, while simultaneously pulling you up towards him, “can you, can you ride me? I want to feel you cum around my dick”

“Do you think you deserve that Matty?”

"Please baby? I was a good boy for you, I need you, all of you, please. I'll do whatever you ask" He replies back, a simple look at him made it more than obvious he was begging for you, the desire in his eyes showed it all, and you couldn't deny that you were aching for him.

You stand up and take your shirt off, exposing yourself to him but just as he went to touch your breasts you stopped him.

"Not so fast pretty boy, I don't think you deserve to touch me yet" You smirked back, Matt then letting out a groan of frustration and throwing his head back.

After taking off your pants and panties, you crawl on to his lap, almost perfectly lining yourself up with his dick but not well enough that he'd be able to put it inside of you.

"Do you know how wet I am for you?" You ask.

"I can only imagine" Matt responds, however, looking like he was biting his tongue holding something else back.

"Speak up Matty, what do you want?" You say.

"Can I please touch you? I will make you feel good I promise" He mumbles looking up at you with doe eyes, then gently kissing your chest and neck at the same time.

You knew now that you couldn't deny him any longer, you craved his touch and god you knew how could he could make you feel.

"Since you've been such a good boy for me yes you can" You smiled at him.

Raising yourself a bit higher on his lap, he felt your breasts, sucking on them but not for long as you felt his hand travel down to your pussy, drawing two fingers from the back all the way to the front, even with such a small act you let out a moan.

"God you're fucking soaked, I knew I could have you begging for me if I wanted to" Matt said, and at that point you knew you were no longer the one calling the shots.

Immediately when Matt put two fingers inside of you, you moaned out in pleasure, that pleasure only increasing as he picked up his pace.

"Yeah you like that don't you huh? My fingers deep inside you making you feel so good" He asks looking at you.

You nodded your head at this, feeling like you were unable to form a proper sentence.

"Answer me princess, am I making you feel good?" He once again asks however in a more demanding tone.

"Yes, yes Matt you're making me feel so good" You replied, a string of whimpers and moans leaving your mouth afterwards.

"Okay baby, show me how much of a slut you are and ride me, I know you want my dick inside of you" He demands.

At that you align yourself with his tip, and slowly lower yourself on to him.

"Oh my god, fuck Matt" You mumbled out.

"Such a good girl taking my dick so well." He replied to you, grabbing your ass then moving his hands to have ahold of your hips.

You picked up your pace and begin going up and down faster, Matt using his hands to further quicken your pace and help himself with pounding into you harder. Letting out a string of curse words due to the pleasure he was feeling as he did so.

"M-matt I'm going to come soon, don't stop" You begged, a moan following afterwards.

"Who's the only one who can fuck you this well?" He said.

"You, only you Matt" You replied, barely audible due to how good he was making you feel.

Matt then went harder. He began thrusting his hips harder and pushing your body down harder onto himself, loving how you looked taking every inch of him.

"Come on pretty girl, come all over my dick, show me how good I make you feel. You take my dick so well, such a good girl" He says back.

Those words alone were enough to send you over the edge, multiple moans and whimpers escaping your mouth as your continued to ride through your orgasm.

"My god you look so good coming for me. Stay on me princess, I am not down with you yet, it's my turn to come" He smirks.

Matt continues thrusting into you as you pull his hair, knowing he'd whimper from that - which he did.

"Mmph god fuck yes, you're so tight" He groaned, throwing his head back.

"Such a pretty boy" You said watching him, still continuing to move up and down on him.

You felt a warm liquid enter you, and noticed how his hands had now moved to your ass, squeezing it as his eyes were clenched shut while he rode out his high.

As he opened his eyes he brought your face closer to his and kissed you, simultaneously trying to catch his breath, just as you were as well.

"Come on, we've got to get cleaned up" You say while slightly laughing.

As you stood up off of him, he pulled you close to him once more almost whispering in your ear "If I play video games more often will this continue to be the outcome?"

You rolled your eyes and gently hit his chest, "Maybe if you're a good boy for me again"

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fic #dom!matt #matt x reader #matthew sturniolo #Matt x fem reader #sub!matt

[grossditz]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 broken promises 。s.hb

pairings｜sung hanbin x f!reader

wc｜0.7k

warnings ｜ dom!hanbin，sub!reader，dubcon，incest or stepcest，breeding，impregnation，crying，overstimulation，just the tip plot，kissing，cheating，unprotected sex

an｜this is just extremely self indulgent i cant stop thinking abt hanbin rn (hes so attractive im literally insane) ✿__✿

"do you promise?"

you catch the way hanbins breath locks in his throat when your words pierce through the air. you feel him breath in and exhale when his hands start pressing under your pajama top. "baby..." he whines, heavy cock sliding pass your rim.

you whimper nudging him. "if you don't promise i won't let you," you warn "i swear."

your older brother is quiet, calloused hands rubbing circles on your stomach to serve as a distraction. you nudge him again, lip tutting out a little. "please?"

"okay." hanbin says returning to sliding your top up. "i promise." you don't really think he's listening to you anyway. his expression was too hard to read in the darkness of your room, but you don't have to see him to know the glimmer behind in his eyes. he knows you'll listen to whatever he says. this act of conscience isn't fooling anyone. you wouldn't dare stop his ministrations.

your whole body feels like its on fire when he presses his fat tip to your entrance, strong arms holding you down in case you resist. "w—wait! m' scared!" you mumble, pressing your meek hands against your brothers arms as if that will move them. "it feels weird..."

"no no its okay. big brothers gonna take care of you. don't you wanna do it like the adults do? you said that didn't you?" you feel like crying translating his words into your brain. you nod, and suddenly your breath is knocked away by him pulling your hips back, pushing the head of his cock into your little pussy. hanbin lets out a groan that goes straight to your cunt, already gushing around him.

"fuck, baby sis, you feel so fucking good." he hisses as you let out broken pants, thighs trembling and eyes teary. "o—only the tip, hanbin! feel so full—s'weird, ah...!" you gasp when he bottoms out. "n—no no no!"

"you just feel too good baby, take it all like a good girl for me, okay?" he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts, hand slipping over your mouth when you start to cry too loudly.

it hurts, it hurts so badly, and you could tell hanbin had no intentions to stop. pounding you into your bed, the bed you used to share with him as kids, while you tried to pry at his hands. your head feels all like goo the longer he pushes into you. all you know is that his hard dick keeps hitting your womb, making wetness spill out more each time. you don't notice when you start to quiet down, choked sobs turning into breaths of moans, your hips beginning to move on your own. but hanbin does notice it and it only makes him fuck into you harder.

"yeah, love this don't you, baby? love getting ruined by your brothers fat cock? so good you just couldn't resist?" he laughs hearing the pretty little pleas of whimpers fall from your lips. "gonna fill up my little sis's tummy, gonna fuck a baby into you."

"w-wait— no! you can't! what if— what if matt—matthew—" you gasp out, but he doesn't stop. if anything, he fucks into you rougher, his cockhead bruising your cervix. "shh big bro's gonna take care of you and the baby. you don't need him."

"c—cum! i—i'm cumming!" you start to shake when you feel the pit of your stomach tighten, and suddenly you're out of this world, walls convulsing and fluttering around him as he continues to thrust into you. "knew you liked me."

you feel so exhausted and used, your own cum dripping onto the sheets, fingers laced with hanbin's while hes fucking his cum inside you. sticky white ropes of cum painting your cunt white. hanbin runs his thumb over your cheek, pressing a wet kiss there when he starts to steadily move his hips again, pushing his cum back into your leaking hole. your hips buck at the sensation, tears threatening again, "binnie... m' so sensitive.." he chuckles, leaning over you to press more wet kisses up your face.

"you belong to me now."

© grossditz ⋆｡ °✩ 2023

#zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #boys planet smut #zb1 hard hours #zerobaseone hard hours #zb1 hard thoughts #sung hanbin smut #hanbin smut

[chrissv4mp]

so american .🩹

summary: you never fail to impress and surprise your british boyfriend with whatever you do, even if it's telling a simple joke.

pairing: american!fem!reader × british!guitarist!matt sturniolo

warnings: pure fluff, some vulgar language.

matt's eyes scan your face as he pulls to a stop, the light emitting a red glow that stands out in the dark of night.

you're looking out your window, enjoying the quiet of the empty streets. your hand plays with the string of matts pythia hoodie, it was both his and your favorite.

he couldn't help but admire you, not noticing the light turning green as he spoke softly, quietly, "you're so pretty wearing my clothes,"

he doesn't even know if he's talking more to you or to himself, all he knows is that he has the most beautiful girlfriend in the world.

you turn your head at the sound of his voice, accent heavy. his hand reaches up to cup your cheek, and you relax instantly at the warmth of it.

god, his hands made hell seem cold sometimes. they were always so warm, even in the winter.

your lips curve into a smile, lifting your free hand up to lay on his that was still on your cheek.

he ran his thumb along your lower lip, eyes darting between them and your eyes. you were so perfect. the definition of an all-american girl.

his tongue peeks out to lick his own lips before he begins to speak again, "but then again, you're always pretty. my pretty girl,"

his accent. you could never get tired of it, it never went unnoticed and was always so prominent.

even after all the years he's been in the U.S. it would never fade, not even in the slightest.

your cheeks turn a deep shade of pink at the compliment, moving away from his hand to hide in his hoodie and instantly missing the warmth of skin.

your hand moves to hold his, feeling his calloused fingertips on your soft skin, a reminder of his amazing talent of being able to play the electric guitar.

another thing that made him so special to you, another thing that made him, him.

sometimes you wondered if he was even real, if he was just some imaginary guy you made up in your head, or a poem that couldn't escape your mind.

you wanted to be the one to write that poem if he wasn't real. but each time he kissed you, touched you, did anything, he reminded you that he was, in fact, a real boy.

your boy.

matt drove off on the next green light, and you couldn't help but stare with adoration at the boy, he was so pretty. how was he so pretty?

your lips upturned into a smirk, tucking your hands in your pockets as you spoke, "hey, baby,"

the brunette boy hummed in response, glancing over at you before turning his attention back to the road.

"why did the chicken cross the road?" you could already see him smiling, he was so easy.

"hmm, i dunno. why?" he muttered, biting his lip to withhold the laugh he had.

you smiled wider, carefully studying his face as to not miss his reaction. you never failed to surprise matt.

"to get to the other side." you laughed. it wasn't even funny, it was just... matt.

matt smiled, his composure breaking as he burst into laughter.

your laughs became louder, his were contagious. everything about him was contagious.

once he had finally settled down, he snickered, looking over at you with a smile on his face, "god, you're so american."

that's what he always said, and it never failed to make you feel special. like you were one of a kind, like you belonged to someone.

fuck, it wasn't fair how many emotions he made you feel all at the same time. you just wanted to kiss him all over, but at the same time you wanted to fight him.

he was just so cute, you were scared something would happen to him.

he was so persuading, too. just one look at him and you'd do anything. you'd run away with him if he asked you to.

you smiled, leaning over the center console to give him a quick kiss. his lips were so soft, so puffy.

he was perfect. jesus, you just wanted to marry the guy.

"yeah, and i was just---" madi started, but you quickly interrupted her.

"oh my god, matt just bought us tickets to hawaii. holy shit!" you gasped, practically jumping up and down in excitement.

madi and nick rolled their eyes, and nick was the first to speak, "first, super rude that you just interrupted madi, and second, do you ever stop talking about matt? seriously, it's gotten to a point where it's starting to get boring."

"yeah, guys, that wasn't very nice to interrupt me like that." madi joked, her pout fake as she stared at you.

you rolled your eyes, muttering a quiet, "sorry." before letting madi speak again.

after leaving the park with nick and madi, your phone buzzed with a text from your boyfriend.

it was a picture of a book he was reading, "a good girl's guide to murder."

you smiled, his taste was amazing. in everything, really. his clothing, the books he read, whatever he ordered out at restaurants, his music.

'Also can I stay with you tonight?? I don't wanna leave just yet.'

'ofc, baby!💞'

fuck, you had work tomorrow. why'd you even say yes? you never got any sleep when matt was with you, he was always so touchy and you just couldn't resist him. he was addictive.

'I love you.'

your eyes narrowed at his words, guilt washing over you. it wasn't your fault you had commitment issues, it was your stupid ex-boyfriends.

maybe you were a little scared to say you loved other people, especially boys. boys like matt.

your eyes landed on matt, his back glistening with water as he sat at the edge of the pool, kicking his feet into it.

he tapped his fingers next to him, recreating a silent beat that was stuck in his head from earlier.

running a hand through his hair, he turned to look at you, his smile wide at just the sight of your beautiful face.

"hi," he said, awestruck as he walked over to you.

he took a seat next to yours, sitting criss-cross as he stared over at you.

"hi, baby." you smiled, leaning over to kiss him.

his hand rested on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin as he kissed you passionately.

he never wanted to leave your lips, the way his and yours fit so perfectly was amazing to him. it was like you were made for eachother.

your eyes landed on the sunset when you pulled back, admiring the beauty of it.

matt watched it too, barely even seeing it move as it slowly set behind the mountains. you reminded him of lots of things, the sunset being one of them.

one, because of your cheery personality, and two, because of how pretty you were. he would never understand how he got the chance to be with you.

it was a miracle, how quickly you guys just clicked. how quickly you fell for each other. he still couldn't believe it.

the brunette's eyes landed on you once again, scanning over all your features and staying on your eyes just a little longer than all the others.

you continued to stare out into the sun while matt had begun to play with the beach towel he lay on.

"matt," your soft voice broke the comfortable silence as you turned your head to face him.

you were gonna tell him, finally, how much you adored him, even if it was just a little too much just a little too soon.

"hmm?" he turned his attention back to you, propping himself up on one elbow.

your eyes couldn't decide where to stay at this moment, so they just settled for the floor.

fuck, were you even ready? you thought you were but now it seems like the entire world has their eyes on you.

"i think i'm in love," you began, muttering quietly.

matt raised an eyebrow, not quite catching what you had just said, "what was that?"

his accent slipped again, and you just couldn't take it anymore.

"i think i'm in love with you, matt." you said just a little louder than your normal tone, and the brunettes eyes went wide.

his cheeks went a light pink and his lips parted, his hand clutching the blue towel.

you exhaled, and then you spoke again, "i love you, matt."

he smiled slowly, scooting closer to you before cupping your face and kissing you lovingly.

the kiss lasted longer than he intended it to, but he wouldn't complain. i mean, you had just said you loved him for the first time.

you were the first to pull back, but matt was quick to speak, "been waiting for you to say that, darling."

you nodded in agreement, smiling shyly as you looked away, "yeah, me too."

. . .

tags: @freshloveee @333-luvsturns @junovrsmp4 @twelveozpepsi @24kmar @ryli3sworld @mattsneezing @films4sturni @55sturn @freshsturns @voidghsts @mstxrniolo @lanixsturniolo @mattsbbg @madssturniolo @chrissturnswife @heartsforchrisandmatt @sturnrc @avvkwardd @sluttformatt @stvrnslover @sturn3g1rl @iluvmattyb

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #mattsturniolo #matthew sturniolo

[letstrip13]

🍋 - teach me part 2

reader x matt

summary: you invite matt over again and things take a turn when feelings are revealed and he teaches you more

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, use of "baby," use of "sweetheart," slight use of y/n, a bit of praise

word count: 2,713

author's note: thank you to @mattscurlygirly who gave me the idea for this part!! part 3 will be out soon, i just started on it

part 1

------------------------୨୧------------------------

a week had passed since the last time you had seen matt, since he taught you how to give him head. it was just supposed to be a friend helping a friend, but it seemed like more. neither of you could stop thinking about it. it consumed your thoughts, your fantasies, even your dreams. you wanted needed more of each other. he had been counting down the days until he could see you again.

you invited him over and you're sitting on the couch, checking your phone, when you hear a knock at the door. you quickly get up and answer the door, pulling him into a hug. “hi! i missed you!” matt returns the hug, squeezing you lightly. the scent of his cologne fills your nose; so familiar and so intoxicating. “i missed you too,” he replies as he steps inside and closes the door behind him. his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, remembering how good they felt around his cock last time he was here.

you take his hand as you lead him into the living room. “do you wanna watch a movie or something?” matt was staring at your ass as you walked in front of him and the sound of your voice made him quickly avert his eyes. “sure, whatever you want.” he takes a seat on the couch and pulls you down to sit next to him.

you end up deciding on a horror movie and you order a pizza for dinner. you and matt spend the night talking about random things, eating the pizza, and laughing at the movie that turned out to be more funny than scary because of how cheesy it was. throughout it all, there's still that underlying sexual tension that you're both trying to ignore. he tries his best to keep things light and casual, despite thinking about how he wants to take things further with you. he doesn't bring it up, not wanting to push you into anything you're unfamiliar with.

it starts getting late so you move things into your bedroom, sitting in bed and talking for a little longer. when the conversation dies down a little, you get up and grab some pajamas and a pair of panties from your dresser drawers. “i'm gonna take a quick shower, okay?” matt nods, his gaze fixed on you. he couldn't help but imagine your naked body under the shower water while he touches your soft skin. he looks perfectly calm to you, but his heart is racing. “yeah, sure. take your time.” you take the remote for the tv in your bedroom that's on your dresser, and you toss it to matt. “you can watch something while you wait if you want. but i’ll try not to take too long.” he nods and picks the remote up.

you walk out of your bedroom and you go into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. you get undressed and you put your hair up in a claw clip to avoid getting it wet since you plan on being super quick. you turn the warm water on and step into the shower.

matt picked up the remote and flicked through the channels until he landed on a movie he likes. he tries to distract himself by focusing on the movie, but his mind kept wandering back to you. not really how he wants to fuck you, but how he wants to take his time kissing and touching every inch of your body. his mind drifts to less sexual things like the way you listen so intently to him whenever he talks, your beautiful smile, how happy he is when you're around. the more he thinks about it, the more it becomes apparent to him that his attraction to you is not just physical, and it hasn't been for a while. he has real feelings for you. he's in love with his best friend.

meanwhile, what was supposed to just be a quick shower for you turned into you standing partially under the warm water and overthinking the whole situation between you and matt. after what happened last week, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if you asked him to teach you more. you trust him enough to go all the way but there was still that feeling of nervousness with doing something new like that. you had previously given it some thought and you want him to be the one to take your virginity. the more you've thought about it over time, the more you realize that your feelings for matt are so much deeper than friendship. you're in love with him. you have to be. if your feelings for him were purely platonic, you wouldn't have asked him to teach you how to give him head you wouldn't be considering asking him to teach you more and be your first time. you wouldn't want to cuddle and sleep with him every time he comes over. you especially wouldn't have found yourself picturing the two of you whenever you're thinking of being in a relationship.

matt checked his phone and noticed how much time had passed since you went to take your shower. he's a little worried since you're taking much longer than he expected so he goes to check on you. the knock on the door and his voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “you okay in there?” “yeah, i'll be out in a minute,” you yell back over the sound of the running water. “alright, i'm going back to your room.” he leaves and gets back into bed while he waits for you to finish up. once you're done, you get out of the shower and dry off. you put on the cute pajama set you grabbed before brushing your teeth, doing some quick skincare, and taking your hair down from the claw clip.

you come back into the bedroom and matt immediately turns his attention to you. “hey, come cuddle.” he moves the blankets aside to give you more room to climb into bed. he wraps his arms around you as you get comfortable and you cuddle into him while you watch the movie. you break the silence after several quiet minutes. “matt, can i ask you something..?” he answers in a reassuring tone, “of course.” a gentle expression remains on his face as he waits for you speak your mind. you're nervous to ask him what's on your mind despite things going so well the last time you asked him something along these lines. “will you teach me a little more about.. you know..?”

matt knows what you're implying and he's taken aback by it. when he said that you could practice on him any time, it was more of a joke than anything. he wasn't expecting you to actually take him up on the offer. “well..” he shifts around nervously, fiddling with the top edge of the blanket. “uhh.. sure, i can show you some things. what do you want to know?”

you take a deep breath, deciding to just be blunt about it. “i want to have sex for real. i don't want to be a virgin anymore. you can help me with that, right?” his eyes widen in surprise at your request. he didn't expect you to be so direct about it. he thinks for a moment, trying to find the right words before responding. “no, y/n. i can't. you know that i'd do anything to make you happy but not this.”

it surprises you that he said no. it wasn't that different from the last situation which he agreed to pretty quickly. did he not want you like that? “what- why?” matt hesitates before saying what's on his mind. “i just don't think it's a good idea. i care about you so much and i want you to be happy. i'm not sure if i can give you that. your first time should be with someone you love and care about and trust.”

the realization hits you that this would be a good time to tell matt how you really feel. if not now, then when? you sit up and look into his eyes as you speak. “it would be though. i care about you and i trust you more than anyone. i'm in love with you. there's no one else i'd want to have my first time with.” his heart races as he listens to your confession. he felt the same and hearing you say it filled him with overwhelming happiness. “i'm in love with you too, i have been for a long time.” you breathe out a sigh of relief but before you can say anything, he smashes his lips against yours and kisses you so passionately yet so gently, as if he's been waiting forever for this. this kiss is so different than when you were making out last time. this one means more than just “practice.” it's perfect and it's everything you hoped kissing him for real would be like.

matt can't help but melt into the kiss, his hands finding their way to your hips as he deepens it. he pulls you onto his lap, wanting nothing more than to be closer to you. after what seems like an eternity, he pulls away. “are you sure you want to do this tonight? we can wait if it makes you more comfortable.” you run your fingers through his soft, brown hair and you nod. “i'm sure.”

you place your hands on his cheeks, pulling him into another kiss. he returns the kiss, his tongue gently tracing your lips before slipping inside. he moans softly into the kiss as he feels himself already growing hard underneath you. you copy his actions by slipping your tongue into his mouth as well. your hands trail down to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up until it's ready to come off. you break apart from the kiss so you can help him pull it over his head. he slowly pulls your shirt up, revealing inch by inch of your skin to him. he takes it off, almost groaning at the sight when he sees that you weren't wearing a bra.

he flips you over so you're laying on your back and he hovers over you. he kisses down your neck and chest, pulling whines and whimpers from your lips as he alternates between lightly sucking on your nipples and leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on them. he stops and trails his hands up and down your sides before moving them down more, rubbing your thighs, wanting to explore as much of your body as he can.

he lightly pinches your nipples, sending a jolt down your spine and making you whine. he presses a quick kiss to your lips before getting up to take his sweatpants off. he pauses with his fingers tucked into the waistband of your shorts. “are you feeling okay, baby? can i keep going?” you nod. “yes, keep going please.” you lift your hips to help out when he pulls your shorts down, leaving you in just your panties. you let out a little whine when he ghosts his fingers over your clit through the fabric. “matt, please-”

matt smirks down at you. “alright, be patient, sweetheart. let me take my time with you.” he slowly pulls your panties off and looks down at you, taking in the sight beneath him. you blush under his intense gaze and you hide your face with your hands, holding back a nervous giggle. he moves your hands away and gently pins them down to the mattress on either side of your head. he kisses your forehead before pulling away and admiring you once more. “you're so beautiful,” he says softly as he places his hands on your thighs and spreads your legs further apart.

he starts out by rubbing your clit, letting you enjoy it and get wetter. “i'm gonna start stretching you out now, okay?” he says as he continues. you slowly nod. “o-okay. but don't stop doing that, it feels good.” “i won't,” he replies, still going while he gently slides a finger into you, slowly starting to pump it in and out.

when he's sure you're ready, he adds another finger and starts moving them a little faster than before, massaging your g-spot with each thrust. you let out a louder moan when he curls his fingers against your g-spot for the first time. it's a new, amazing feeling; you could never quite reach that spot with your own fingers and it felt perfect when matt did it. “oh fuck, right there-” the combined feeling of him touching your g-spot with every thrust while still rubbing your clit is almost enough to put you over the edge. he slowly pulls his fingers out when he feels your walls clench around them. you whine at the loss of contact and he reassures you, “just wait, baby. i want the first time i make you cum to be around my cock.”

he pulls his boxers off, his hard length coming free from the fabric before he moves closer to the bed. “get it nice and wet for me. you know what to do.” you sit up and get closer to him. you spit in your hand and start stroking his length, similar to what you did last time he was here. once he seems satisfied with it, you lay back on the bed again. you spread your legs, ready to take his cock.

he positions himself between your legs and leans down, capturing your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. “are you ready?” “yes.” he slowly pushes into you and your face scrunches into a pained expression, wincing slightly which causes him to stop. he pauses, just a few inches in. he soothingly rubs your sides. “deep breaths, sweetheart. you can take it.” he reaches up and intertwines his fingers with yours, slowly pushing himself further in as you take those deep breaths.

it doesn't take long for you to get used to the feeling of him filling you up. “it feels better, you can move now,” you whisper to him. his slow thrusts start out as almost painful, quickly switching to a feeling of overwhelming pleasure. soon, you're a moaning mess under him each time his tip hits your g-spot.

he leans down and captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss as he starts to pick up the pace, his hips slapping against yours with each thrust. “fuck- you feel so good around my cock.” you squeeze his hands as he goes faster. your eyes roll back while loud, almost pornographic moans come out of you. “fuck matt, i think i-” you cut yourself off with yet another moan. “i-i'm close,” you gasp out. matt's thrusts intensify and he moves one hand down to rub your clit. “go ahead, you've been doing so good for me.”

moments later, you reach your climax, your back arching off the bed your walls squeezing his cock as you practically scream out his name. matt can't hold back his own orgasm with how beautiful you look writhing and moaning beneath him while your pussy squeezes his cock so perfectly. with one last thrust, he groans loudly as he fills you up with his load.

you give him a quick kiss on the lips just before he pulls out. you can feel your mixed juices leaking out as he picks up his t-shirt and uses it to clean the both of you up.

he gets into bed with you, pulling the blanket over your bodies as he wraps his arms around your waist. he pulls you closer so you're chest to chest. “will you be my girlfriend?” you light up with a smile as soon as the words leave his mouth. “i'd love to.” he smiles at your answer and gives you a sweet, loving kiss. you cuddle into him and you start growing sleepy, the background noises of the movie matt chose earlier playing on the tv. “i love you,” he whispers, kissing you on the cheek before closing his eyes. “i love you more,” you sleepily mumble as you drift off in his arms.

------------------------୨୧------------------------

part 3

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ tags: @chrissturniolosbitch @christhopersturniolo @mattscurlygirly @fratbrochrisgf @d3axplr @junnniiieee07 @rubyjaneaxx join if you want ♡

#matt x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fic

[luveline]

More zombie au! Steve!!! Please! It’s literally so good I love how you write Steve all protective <3

thank you ♡ steve zombie au —steve gets sick. you meet a dark-haired stranger while looking for meds. fem!reader 2k

You compare your arm to the bottle in your hand. You've written a list of generic and brand name antibiotics in biro on your forearm, but they're smudging from nervous sweat. You're getting desperate. 

Nothing seems to match. You're shaking with aching arms and legs, fucking terrified as you sift through a floor of orange and white pill bottles that nothing is going to match your list, and worse, the pharmacy grows darker by the hour. You don't have a torch. 

Things are getting pretty bad at camp. There's not enough food to go around, no batteries, and now Steve's… 

A bottle slips out of your hand and knocks into another. You cringe and pick up the next. You've been searching for hours without sitting down, as hiding underneath the bottles is a carpeting of grainy glass from the smashed shelves. Three of your fingertips have cut and scabbed since you got here. 

"Fuck," you whisper, glaring at another wrong medication. "Fuck, fuck." 

Amoxicillin, ciprofloxacin, flucloxacillin. Anything to stop Steve's infection from getting into his blood. It's a gross wound, oozy and inflamed, and when you'd left him with Robin dutiful at his side his skin had glowed with heat like glass held in the centre of a furnace. Even with his eyes closed, he'd known what you were about to do. 

"Don't fucking leave," he'd grit out, fingers twitching up for your hand. 

You'd leaned forward and kissed his damp forehead. "I have to go. I love you. I'll be right back." 

That was ten hours ago at least. You have no idea what condition Steve might be in, so sure you'd find the pills and be back in arm's reach by noon. How sick can he get before it's too much? 

"Shit," you whisper, your fingers tingling. 

"What are you looking for?" 

You fall backward with a sharp gasp, pill bottles biting into your thighs. Your face swings around but the source of the voice is unclear, empty shelves and aisles either side of you. 

"Chill out–" 

"Where the fuck are you?" you demand, scrambling onto your feet with the use of one sacrificed palm. Glass like needles serrates your skin. "Fuck! Come out, loser!" 

"Hey, no need to be mean. I'm up in the ceiling." 

You look up. Peeking out from a displaced ceiling tile is a pale face silhouetted by a matt of dark hair. 

"You fucking little freak," you say, though you feel bad immediately. He's smiling and he isn't pointing any weapons at you, which is more than most strangers allow on the road. "Why are you up there?"

"I wanted to see if you had a gun, stupid." 

"You're stupid, stupid. What if it was in my bag?" 

"Point it at me, then!" 

You stare at him in silence. 

"That's what I thought," he says, framing a face in two hands like a baby angel on a gift card. "Can I come down or are you gonna keep bitchin'?" 

"Don't fucking come down here." 

"Or what?" he asks. 

"I'll get my gun out." 

"Mm, okay," he mocks. "I'll come help you find whatever it is that has your panties in a twist." 

"I swear to god–" 

"Listen. I'm a good guy, I swear." 

"That's what bad guys say." 

The stranger laughs a weird giggly laugh and climbs backwards. The ceiling tiles stress visibly under his weight but make no noise as he disappears from view. He swears a couple of times on the way down, unseen, before the stockroom door swings open and he appears in his intimidating glory in the doorway.

"If you kill me," you say, eyeing his spiked wristbands and the machete strapped to his waist with horrified apprehension, "my boyfriend will avenge me. Like, hunt you to the ends of the earth and slice you into little tiny pieces of vengeance." 

"That sounds like my kind of party, but your boyfriend has nothing to worry about. I got a girl." 

"Don't say rock and roll." 

"How the fuck would you guess that?" he asks, hand flying to the back of his neck for a bashful scratch. 

"My life feels like a shitty gimmicky horror movie, and you look the part." You bite the inside of your cheek. "I need antibiotics." 

"You and everybody else in the world. This for your vengeful boyfriend?" 

You don't need him knowing who they're for. He could be an evil guy, and the threat of Steve waiting for you might be your trump card. "No. My vengeful boyfriend left to look for cans in the shelter." 

"He'll be back soon, then." 

You take a step back. "I'll gouge your eyes out if you try anything, I'm serious. I don't care how big your knife is–" 

"I'm Eddie." Eddie smiles at you, shoving his hands into cargo pockets. Despite his weird questions and his choice of apparel, he looks less intimidating in the lingering light of the setting sun as it seeps between window shutters. "I don't want to hurt you." He frowns. "Any kind of hurt." 

"Can I have the machete?" 

"Nope. I can go put it down somewhere, though, if that's less scary." 

You shake your head, and with a great big sigh, lean down to sift through bottles. If he's going to hurt you, he might as well get on with it. The longer you spend talking to him, the sicker your Steve becomes. 

"You need antibiotics bad?" Eddie asks, his voice softening. 

"My best friend is sick." You toss a bottle, pick up another. "Infection probably getting into his blood. If I don't find something tonight, he's gonna die." 

"Well, we can't have that," Eddie says, crouching down to help. 

You sweep through bottle after bottle of things you wish you needed. Painkillers, sleeping pills, laxatives. Good shit, and nothing you need. 

"You know…" Eddie sighs. "I know you could lie to me, but is it just you, boyfriend and the dying bestie, or?"

You're not sure what the right answer is. Better for him to think you have an army waiting if you get lost, or better to hide them? He could belong to a cult of cannibals. Only… his clothes are squeaky clean. His curls shine with a gloss that comes solely with conditioner, which means he has the time and security to really wash things. 

But murders can wash their clothes, right?

"There's a couple of us," you say. 

"You're not from that place west, are you?" 

You put a pill bottle down slowly. "West?" 

"Yeah, there were people there, hundreds of 'em. We got a few stragglers, survivors from the fucking massacre that happened a few weeks ago. One girl said there must've been thirty, forty kids there, it's fucking awful." 

You swallow a lump. "Awful," you agree.

"Hopper says we can track down the people who did it if we just follow the blood trail," Eddie says, slipping into a theatrical bravado that won't stick. "I don't know… someone needs to stop them." 

You choke, "Hopper? Chief Hopper?" 

"Wait, you're from Hawkins?" Eddie asks. 

You give each other boggled looks, a thrumming hope building in your chest like a flickering flame in the dead of winter. 

"I think you better come back with me," Eddie says. 

"I need antibiotics," you say, wanting to explain it to him and now knowing how. Or even if you should. Awesome, Hopper's alive, but that doesn't mean Eddie's group are good people, or that they can help you. There's nothing anyone in the world can do for you right now if they don't have a handful of Augmentin. 

"You're from The College." 

"I don't have time for this," you say, half apology and half frustration. "Yeah, we were from The College, and now it's gone, and my boyfriend's gonna die if you don't help me find the right pills." You wince and snatch up another stupid bottle. 

"I can get you antibiotics," Eddie says, "but you're gonna have to trust me. Can you do that?"

"No." 

—

Steve wakes up two days later in an unfamiliar building. 

His eyes are made of sand, he can hardly breathe it's that cold, each breath as sharp as a needle as he sucks it in, but there's a roof over his head, a blanket over his chest, and your voice, your laugh rings like a song in the air. 

"He didn't do that, you're lying," you say with a laugh, pulling Steve's hand to your chest. 

"He did." Steve stiffens at the voice. Deeper, rougher than yours. "I swear on my life, he jumped right into Lover's Lake and swam backstroke to prove he could beat Louisa Park's best." 

"Did he beat her time?" 

"No, but he had a condom stuck to his ankle when he got out. Wasn't worth it." 

"Steve," you say. Steve thinks you've noticed he's waking up, but you hug his hand with a sympathetic sigh. "That's so embarrassing. You better wake up soon, I have making fun of you to do." 

"I think I'll stay asleep," he says hoarsely. 

You gasp and choke his fingers between yours. "Steve?" You climb up onto the bed, your weight dipping the mattress under his back. Your hand comes careful and warm against his chilled cheek. "You're awake. You're awake?" 

He strains to unglue his top lashes from his bottom lashes. You beam at him, the little scars around your mouth from a cruel hand shining in the white morning light. 

"What time is it?" he asks. 

"It's, like, seven in the morning." 

"I've been asleep that long?" 

"You've been unconscious for nearly two days," you correct. 

Steve can't remember anything. He has the barest memory of your lips on his forehead. Robin splashing cold water on him and calling him an asshole, and then, much quieter, her best friend. 

"Where's Robin?" he asks. 

"She's being Robin somewhere, you know, she loves being helpful. The kids need help getting settled." 

"And you're being lazy," Steve pokes. 

He lifts his chin so your kiss lands exactly where he wants it, the stubbly space below his jaw. You wrap your arms around him and hug him severely, squeezing his tender ribs. 

"I wasn't lazy, I had to go save you by myself." 

"Save everybody," the familiar but impossible voice adds. Steve doesn't want to believe it. He refuses to. "Like, an entire generation." 

"I didn't do anything," you say, kissing Steve again, a short path to his chapped lips. "Honey," —your voice lowers, your confession for Steve's ears alone— "I'm so happy you're okay. I was really, really scared." 

Steve feels the weight of your fear like a dumbell on his chest, but he's uber confused. Propping his chin over your shoulder and hugging you back, the evil wound on his arm that caused this whole mess throbbing like fire under his bandage, Steve sets his eyes on the boy sitting on the chair next to yours. 

"Hey, Harrington," Eddie says warmly, eyes dripping with a put upon affection. "Miss me?" 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Steve asks. 

"Saving the day, obviously." 

"I can't believe I found one of your friends," you say, sitting up a little to smile at him. You really are gorgeous in his eyes, better than any movie star. Your beatific little grin stirs something, but Eddie's snort stomps it dead. 

"We're not friends," Steve says. 

You stroke Steve's face with the back of your hand. "Don't be like that. He's really nice…" Your smile melds itself to a concerned frown. "I thought you were kicking it, Stevie. How's your arm feeling? Does it hurt a lot?" 

"It's fine," he says dismissively, wrapping his stronger arm around your waist. He's not jealous or anything, it's just cold in here, honest. "Munson, where the fuck did you come from?" 

"Right here, Stevie." 

"We're not far from the camp," you explain, stroking his face once again. "Or, we weren't when it was there. We're merging with this one to make a mega camp." 

"Why would we do that? We don't know that we can trust these people." 

"No, but we can trust Hopper." You smile. Steve knows things are gonna be okay, as long as you can smile like that. He leans his cheek into your hand, loved and relieved and– 

"Hopper?" Steve asks. 

"Jesus, Harrington," Eddie says, rolling his shoulders. "Keep up. If you can't comprehend the easy stuff, you're not gonna believe what we haven't told you." 

"What haven't you told me?" Steve asks. 

You push his shoulders down into the pillows. "I think you better lay down first." 

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

[farfromstrange]

I Want To Fuck A Priest | Matt Murdock x AFAB!Reader

PART 6 of The Vault

See this post for more information on my Valentine's Day Special & Follower Celebration, but these fics can be read separately!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You have a thing for the priest you met at a farmer's market. Thankfully, he has a thing for you, too.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), porn without much plot, Priest!Matt, blasphemy (!!!), church setting, improper use of a priest's collar, improper use of a confessional booth, improper use of the act of confession, praise, prayer, oral afab!receiving, slight Dom!Matt, Catholic guilt, Fleabag reference, seriously if you are religious or triggered by the improper use of religion DO NOT read this!

Word Count: 2.8k

A/n: This is for those who watched Fleabag and then saw all the 'Imagine Matt as a priest' and 'Charlie Cox once played a Spanish priest' posts and thought, "Same!" when Fleabag said, "I want to fuck a priest." I see you, and I feel you. I wrote this after re-watching Fleabag one night, but I added a little poetic twist while editing because before, it was just completely plotless oral sex. While that isn't bad, I needed to add some vibes. You're welcome.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

The church bells ring as the clock strikes midnight. The night sky is void of dark clouds. In the darkness above the massive walls encasing the holy ground, the stars shine brighter than the city lights. New York City, the city that never sleeps, makes an exception for the house of God in the dead of the night, it seems.

It’s been…several years since my last confession. 

The graveyard attached to the church looks threatening in its vacancy. It’s void of human souls except for the dead ones buried there. A raven claps its wings in the distance, following the gush of wind that brushes through the trees. 

The bell rings twelve times before it stops, but the echo bounces off the stone walls and shakes the stained-glass windows, which seems to drag on for an eternity. 

The last time I confessed my sins was before my communion. I don’t know if that makes me a bad Catholic, but lately, I’ve been having sinful thoughts, and I need to get them out of the way before I collapse under the weight of them.

You considered for the longest time whether or not you should come here. Faith has been your enemy for the longest time. You don’t believe in the Catholic Church, and yet you have found your way here, in the middle of the night, when everyone should be asleep in their beds. 

This isn’t a normal night, by any means. You often lay awake at night and question your purpose in this life, but lately, you’ve been feeling like you’re drowning. Sins are subjective, and you never paid much mind to the term until now. 

The thoughts you find yourself having late at night when you’re awake and lonely are far from holy. They aren’t ideal. They make you wonder just why you are thinking this way now.

But no man has ever been like him. And the worst part about it is that wanting him alone is an unholy train of thought you should have never submitted to. 

You tried ignoring it, carrying it all by yourself, and trying to heal whatever complex you may have that could have led to this obsession in the first place, but your life has been a mess for long enough that it doesn’t even surprise you anymore, and no matter what you tried to do, you couldn’t stop fantasizing about him.

He is the reason you came to church tonight to confess your sins. But you’re not here to find your way. You’re not here to ask for guidance from God. You told yourself that the unholiness of your thoughts needs to be cured and that is why you came here—to make this situation better for yourself—but the thought is ancient; it’s the twenty-first century and you’re the kind of person who knows exactly what they want and how to get it. The truth is, you’re here to get what you want, even if it will land you in the pits of hell for all eternity. And even if it kills you.

“You don’t do this kind of thing often, do you?” the low voice asks from the other side of the confessional booth.

You shake your head. “Not at all, Father. When I went to Sunday Mass this weekend, it was my first time in a church in a very long time,” you admit to him, “and this is my first confession since I was a child. I…I’m not really a devoted Catholic, you understand. I’m merely struggling right now, and I…I am in desperate need of guidance.”

Your lip quivers. Your voice resembles a tidal wave that comes and goes as nature pleases.

He can’t see you. It’s not the curtain that is separating you and is starting to feel like worlds apart—he can’t see you. He can only hear and smell you, and that alone makes your thighs clench with need. 

Should you be doing this in a church? Should you fantasize about a man of God and want to claim him, coming to his sanctuary to tell him the truth and mess with his head? You know that it’s wrong, but the wrong thing often feels too right to stop. 

When you met him at the farmer’s market the other day, he was so endlessly kind to everyone, including yourself. He invited you to Sunday mass, and you went. You went on a walk with him afterward, and there seemed to be something there, but he couldn’t act on it because he is who he is and what he is. He made a vow. He can’t have you, no matter how badly he wants to, and one look into his unfocused hazel eyes when he took off those red glasses he always wears told you that he does want you. It led to another sleepless night among many, and now you’re here.

You’re so utterly selfish, but God, you can’t stop it. When you want something, you would do anything to get it. He makes you feel things you never felt before. It’s terrifying, but you have to allow yourself to jump into unknown waters if you want to learn how to swim.

He clears his throat, and you can hear the chair creak under his weight as he shifts. Is it possible that you’re doing the same to him that he is doing to you?

“I want to start by saying that you’re really brave,” he says. The sound of his voice is enough to make you shiver. “But God offers people guidance in a symbolic sense. I can take your confession, tell you how to repent for your sins, but I can’t tell you what to do.”

You sigh. “I wish you would though.”

A chuckle passes his lips. “Why don’t you start by telling me what’s weighing you down, sweetheart, and we will go from there?”

Sweetheart. 

Yes, you think, this is your one-way ticket to hell. 

“I’ve been having thoughts,” you confess.

“Thoughts?” he asks.

“Yes. Unholy thoughts.” Your breath comes in weak puffs of air. The booth seems to cave in on you. You wish he would step out of his booth into yours and stuff his cock into your mouth. For him, you would shut up. You would do whatever he tells you to do, and you would do so gladly.

Fuck. You want to fuck a priest. 

But lucky for you, Father Matthew wants to fuck you too. He’s here, at midnight, because you were lost and he was still there—he told you he spends his nights at church sometimes because the city gets too loud for him. You couldn’t go anywhere else because any place where he isn’t doesn’t seem worth visiting.

Matt sucks in a sharp breath. You imagine him swallowing, his white collar constricting his labored airflow. You imagine him pulling at it to free himself, but he can’t. Those sinfully thick fingers of his would feel even better on your skin. 

“Unholy thoughts,” Father Matthew asks, “about whom, sweetheart?”

He’s pushing your buttons with that nickname. It’s so not professional. The lines are starting to blur.

“A man,” you tell him. 

“A man?”

“A man of God.”

The confession causes a bout of silence. You could have heard a hairpin drop. 

His chair creaks again, and his voice reminds you of an animalistic growl right before an apex predator attacks its prey. “And what unholy thoughts have you been having about this man of God?” he inquires.

Your inner walls clench around thin air. Sweat drips down your temples, and the arousal soaks your underwear. Your nipples strain against your shirt. If you grip the seat any harder, you will soon find wooden chips under your nails.

You lick your lips. “I’ve been thinking about him touching me,” you whisper. “And I want to touch him.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

“And in your thoughts, does he satisfy you?”

Your answer comes promptly, “Always.”

There is not a scenario in which Father Matthew could possibly leave you unsatisfied. 

The chair creaks again. Something in the air shifts. 

Your voice is breathless and needy, and so fucking desperate when you speak into the silence, “Just tell me what to do, Father.”

“Okay,” he says. His leather shoes drag across the floor of the booth and toward the curtain that marks the exit of his side. The next word out of his mouth knocks all the air out of your lungs, “Kneel.”

You don’t even have time to question his request. Within seconds, the curtain through which you’ve stepped into the confessional booth is torn to the side, and there he is, in all of his glory, right in front of you, and his thick cock is straining against his black slacks.

You pinch yourself, but you’re not dreaming. This is real. This is what you wanted, and you weren’t imagining the mutual attraction due to delusions. He does want you, and he is about to break every rule in his book—and the lord’s book.

You sink to your knees. The only thing you can see on his face is pure, unbridled lust and the ugly truth of Catholic guilt. He must loathe himself for wanting you. 

Matt removes his glasses, revealing his beautiful eyes to you. In the dim candlelight, they appear almost black.

“What’s my sentence, Father?” you ask.

His hand brushes your cheek. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he breathes.

“I’m sorry, Father.”

“No.” He steps into the booth and closes the curtain behind him. “Tonight, call me Matt.”

That is the last thing he says before he gets on his knees before you, and he captures your lips in a bruising kiss that is strong enough to make the angels howl.

His hand rests around your throat, feeling your pulse. He may not be able to see you with his eyes, but the way he touches you paints a perfect picture of your presence, and you feel every last ounce of his devotion. 

He explores the depth of your mouth with his tongue, tasting you, loving you. His hands feel beautifully rough against your skin, just like you imagined they would be after years of praying. He sees himself as the hands of God. A messenger. His goodness makes your heart swell and your core flood with more than unbridled arousal—this is human nature in all its emotional glory, and you no longer feel ashamed. You can’t possibly when he is holding you like this.

He exhales into your mouth—no, he breathes life into your soul. “You’re the most sinful yet purest thing I have ever laid my hands on,” Matt says.

You gasp against his luscious lips. “I wouldn’t want to make you turn your back on God, or–”

He cuts you off, “I did that when I first thought about your body on mine and coming so deep inside of you that you’ll carry me with you for days. I don’t care about God because if having him means that I can’t have you,” he says, “I don’t want him anymore.”

You swallow his words with a kiss. Turning a priest against God was never your intention, but you are not in charge of his feelings, nor will you ever be. Matt wants you badly enough to abandon religion, and you will carry that with you until the day you die. 

He lifts you back onto the edge of the wooden chair, pulling at your clothes and your undergarments. The moonlight hits his face as the cold air of the church hits your bare pussy. He looks ethereal like this, on his knees for you. His hazel eyes bore into your soul. He wears his heart on his sleeves and a collar around his neck. 

Your priest crosses his chest. He asks God for forgiveness. And then, with one gentle tug at your thighs, he buries his face in your wet cunt, and he feasts as if your sex was the last supper. As God’s disciple, he is determined to eat up every last bite offered to him. Every last drop from your cunt is his, and your lips part in a moan that echoes through the church like the bells did when it hit midnight.

“Fuck,” you cry out. 

He flattens his tongue against you, licking a long stripe over and then through your folds. He twirls the tip of his tongue over your clit, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves with such precision, your walls clench at the sheer explosion of pleasure. You have never felt anything like it. He turns something unholy into heaven, and you’re drowning in the river to the Garden of Eden.

His lips suction around your clit. The obscene squelching of your velvety walls fills the booth. It sounds deadly noisy to you. You want to cover your mouth to stop the moans from traveling, but he traps your hand with his, guiding them to his hand, telling you to guide him.  

Instead, one of your hands moves to his collar. It’s his turn to moan. You tug at the symbol of his priesthood, forcing his tongue deeper into your hole. He laps up your juices as though his life depends on it. 

“Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned,” Matt murmurs against you. 

You moan again, louder this time. He is repenting for wanting to dive into your pussy until he gets swept away by the tide, but it is far too late to back out now. Your pleasure has become his priority. 

“Lord God,” he repeats, “in your goodness have mercy on me.”

The pleasure is turning into a tight knot in your lower abdomen. You can feel it consuming you and your senses. You’re floating. The light at the end of the tunnel is not so far out of reach anymore. Every suck and every lick at your folds, and every thrust of his tongue into your tight walls pushes you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. 

In your goodness, have mercy on me. 

He bites down lightly on your clit. Your toes curl, and his name comes out in a groan.

Do not look on my sins, but take away all my guilt. 

Right now, you are his God. By drinking your arousal like holy water and pushing you toward an orgasm he is repenting. The symbolism makes your heels dig into his back as you buck your hips against his mouth, and when he adds one of those thick fingers, curling them up against that sweet spot inside of you, you can barely stand it anymore.

Create me in a clean heart and renew within me an upright spirit.

“God, Matthew!” your moan interrupts his plea for penance only briefly.

He swats your thigh. “No blasphemy when I feast at the altar,” he says. The vibration of his voice adds to the knot, tightening it, and threatening it to burst.

You’re almost there. Almost…

“Have mercy on me, a sinner,” he continues. His tongue slides between your folds once again, gathering your slit. His fingers curl upward again. He’s mixing different prayers, or maybe these are his own words, but you are not sure how much longer you can hold it. But he wants you to hold it. You don’t want to disappoint the man who is worshiping at your feet, your pussy, his altar, and you are his salvation as much as you are his saving grace.

“In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good,” he prays, “I have sinned against You whom I should love above all things—but fuck, I don’t.” 

Does that mean he loves you? It is too soon to tell that, but he is devoted, and devotion can be just as sinfully sweet as the rawest feeling of love.

“Have mercy on me, God. Amen!”

His collar is starting to tear under your vice grip. 

Matt thrusts his digit into you until it disappears, and he finally decides to show the mercy he was begging for to you. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he says. 

Your thighs lock around his head as the knot breaks in two. You come, hard, and the wave tears him down with you, shooting his cum into his slacks like the good Catholic boy he is.

You let go of his collar when your orgasm has done its damage. 

“No,” he stops you. 

“No?” you ask, still breathless.

“No,” he says, lifting his head to grin at you, not like a man of God but the Devil himself. “I have not done nearly enough penance.”

As a priest, Matt is used to being on his knees until they’re bruised; until he can’t stand straight anymore, so he has to remain there, cowering before a God he more often than not does not believe in.

Before you can protest, he dives back into your endless ocean, and you have no choice but to lean back and take it. 

He is not the only one doing penance tonight, after all—you both are. 

Matt Murdock Smut Tag List: @acharliecoxedfan @gpenguin666 @linamarr @mcugeekposts @itwasthereaminuteago @norestfortheshelbywicked @yarrystyleeza @littlenerdyravenclaw @etanordoesbullsh1t @thychuvaluswife @harleycao @schneeflocky @imjustcal @pipsqueakkitten @merlinbtch @sya-skies @amberritonicole @ravenclaw617 @pigeonmama

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x afab!reader #pwp #afab!reader #matt murdock x you #no y/n #priest!matt #matt murdock priest au #daredevil #daredevil x reader #charlie cox #from the vault #reader insert #inspired by fleabag #because who doesn't want to fuck a priest

[avenging-fandoms]

hiii!!! can i request something for either matt or chris where they do like a sleepover at the triplets house and you’re all watching movies and it’s the classic like scary movie trope and maybe secret hand holding cos they like each other but are scared to admit it vibes

all good if not i love ur stuff hehe

"Do we honestly have to watch a scary movie? Can't we watch Hannah Montana or something" Matt grumbled under his breath and Chris rolled his eyes, smacking his brother’s chest.

“It’s Halloween time ya baby. Plus, Yn and I have been wanting to see the new Halloween movie” You all sat on the couch, Matt squished in the corner with his legs straight out and you next to him, Nick next to you and Chris in the other corner.

Chris hit play and 'Halloween Ends' starts to play. You smile and shimmy a little excitedly, Matt throwing a blanket over you and him and a blanket over his brothers.

Matt kept jumping and hiding himself in your shoulder, making Chris and Nick make fun of him and you protected him. "Matt! Grow up you fucking baby!" Nick yelled and hit him with a pillow and Matt protected his head, and you wrapped your arms around his head and a leg around his waist as you shielded him.

"Stop! Stop! Scary movies aren't for everyone ya dickheads" You slap both Nick and Chris and they beat you with the pillows, and it was Matt's turn to protect you. "Alright! Everyone enough, I actually want to enjoy the movie"

Everyone sat back in their seats and Chris went back in the movie a little bit to watch what you all missed. You pulled the blanket over your chest so only your head showed, Matt's left arm behind his head with his right one underneath the blanket on his thigh.

His eyes shifted down to his thigh like he could see through the blanket, slowly moving his hand for his pinky to graze your knuckles. You moved your hand closer to his without taking your eyes off the screen, careful not to touch the blanket to blow your cover.

Finally, you guys interlocked your fingers without moving the blanket, no one noticing. Matt kept jumping, and every time he would squeeze your hand. By the end of the movie, Matthew was asleep on your shoulder, Nick asleep on Chris's lap while you and Chris were still very into the movie.

It soon had ended and you and Chris looked at each other, biggest smile on your face as you fist bump him. "That movie was great! I don't think it's the last one, though. They always say it is and then boom! another one" You explain and Chris had a 'meh' look on his face.

"I don't know I'm not a big fan of it. It wasn't about Michael is was about that goofy lookin fucker. When Michael was on screen, he was fucking dying. So I really didn't like it"

"Whatever, Chris, you're entitled to your own wrong opinion" You shrug and he shoves your shoulder and you gasp, jumping over Nick and pushing Chris to the couch.

Nick and Matt jumped up and Matt grabbed your waist, holding you tightly close to him as Chris laughs. "What the fuck happened while we were sleeping?"

"Chris assaulted me so I defended myself"

"Oh eat my ass you were telling me my OPINION was wrong. It's an opinion you idiot" Chris threw a pillow as you and you laugh. You yawned and fell back on Matt's lap, closing your eyes.

"I'm tired" You yawn again and Matt runs a hand over your hair.

"I'm way too tired to drive" Matt lies and you smile under your arm. Nick gasps and slaps your leg, and you kick his.

"Breakfast in the morning togetherrr!" He sings and you snort, sitting up. "Okay, Yn who you sleeping with tonight?"

"Uhm.."

"She slept in my room the last time, so I don't want her loud snoring ass in my room again" Chris complained and you rolled your eyes.

"She can sleep in my room, Nick likes to kick people off beds" Matt and you stood up and Nick threw his hands in the air.

"Y'know you kick a guy off a bed 4 times and suddenly you're a bad guy" Nick sighs and stands up, taking the empty bowls to the sink while Chris turns the tv off and you all head to your rooms.

"Too tired to sleep, hm?" You whisper and he smiles, pushing your shoulder softly as he passes you going to the bathroom. You change into a pair of his shorts and a shirt, sliding under the covers and plugging your phone in and shutting your eyes.

The bathroom door squeaks open and footsteps stop. "Alright, just make yourself at home" He jumps on you and you grunt, Matthew laughing and turning off the light. He plugs his phone in and turns over to face you, studying your features as you slept.

You peeked an eye open and giggled. "You're staring"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, goodnight" Matt turned over and you stared at his back, smiling and biting your lip. You shimmy over towards him, putting an arm over his waist. Matthew smiled and held your hand, and the both of you quickly fell asleep.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x y/n #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo imagines #matt sturniolo blurb #matt sturniolo blurbs #matt sturniolo fic #matt sturniolo fanfiction #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

[ddejavvu]

i think hotch has a thing for freshly manicured nails. fucking LOVES when you get your nails done. walks by your desk, stops, grabs your hand and says "this is a beautiful color on you honey" before kissing your hand and going up to his office. loves it when you get matte brown nails but loves it even more when you get a shiny blood red manicure. cant stop picturing those pretty fingers pumping his thick cock. and how pretty your nails match your lipstick?? loves seeing those lipstick smears all over him. drives him insane. he slips you a $50 with a note saying "pink" or "blue" every week. LOVES that you always get whatever color he asks for. starts getting you dresses and skirts n stuff that match your nails. he thinks your square nails look prettiest but your pointed nails dig into his back in the most delicious way. no matter what really aaron is going to bust a nut over your pretty nails

this post is 18+, minors dni.

mmm the sugar daddy vibes that this gives off. doesn't matter that you're his girlfriend/wife and not his sugar baby, just bc the purpose of your relationship isn't money doesn't mean he doesn't shower you with it <3 he really likes holding your hand ofc, and even more than that he loves rubbing his hand over your nails, 'cause it feels nice over the pads of his fingers when there's smooth gel there instead of slightly rough nail. you're like his little stress toy :')

but absolutely is drawn to certain colors!! sometimes it depends on the seasons, he'll do warmer colors for autumn and lots of greens/pinks/blues for spring, but mostly it's just whatever mood he's in, matching whatever set of lingerie he wants to see you in this week. absolutely fucking loves when you match your makeup and especially lipstick to the color of your nails, or vice versa, and yes he loooves when you sit there and do some body worship for him, kissing all over his thighs and stomach and chest and cock <333 cover him in kiss marks while squeezing his thighs with your nails, he's begging u

no bc once he realizes he can formally request a nail color from you... sometimes he just venmos you the money, or transfers it into your account and texts you, but you really really loooove when he does it physically :') he'll bring you coffee in the morning and leave the cash/note tucked into the cup sleeve, or he'll whisk you away to the kitchen and murmur whatever color he wants against your lips while he tucks the cash in your back pocket <3333

most of his daydreams have to do with your hands (and matching mouth) all over his cock. he just can't stop picturing your hands everywhere on him, those nails scraping over his skin and those lips matching their hue, leaving stains behind for him to remember <3

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut

[sturniolowhore]

☁️ HEAVEN IS A MOUTH

summary ⎯ matt and you are sworn enemies, bickering at any opportunity you get and disagreeing over everything. there is however one thing you can agree on, your desire to have one another. matt's desire roots a lot from your perfect mouth.

part two!

warnings ⎯ matt x fem!reader, blowjobs, cursing, slight smut

A/N ⎯ quickly whipped this up honestly, let me know if you want a part two!

i hope you enjoy <3

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

matt hates you. he hates the way you saunter around the place as though you think you're better than everyone else. he hates the way he can't have a single conversation with you that doesn't result in one of you getting frustrated. most importantly though, he hates that you won't leave his head. he hates the way you pop into his head when he's touching himself, when he's trying to fuck someone else, you've left an engraving in his head that is a carved mantra of the way your hips sway whenever you're angrily walking away from him or the way you get aggressive but only towards him. so yes matt hates you but he hates the way you don't realise what you do to him even more.

even now as he watches you from across the living room, talking away with nick and paying no attention to him, he just can't seem to get the thought of you between his legs out of his head or the curiosity towards how it must feel to be inside you. he thinks he's never really hated you but having you associate an emotion with only him makes him feel special because he never sees you snap at nick or chris, only him. it's your shared hatred that turns him on even more. he just wants to show you how much he hates you, wants to be shown how much you hate him.

he shakes the thoughts from his head as nick gets up from his seat, you watching the boy with an almost pleading look to which he simply tells you you're being dramatic. you roll your eyes at nick and matt wonders what he'd have to do to make your eyes roll in a different manner.

"where are you going?" matt asks nick as he notices him grabbing his jacket and phone.

"out with chris, please don't kill each other because we're going to be gone for a bit," nick replies curtly before he slips his shoes on and walks out the door, leaving no time for matt to explain or question anything.

matt resists the urge to sigh loudly as he goes back to pretending to look at his phone, sneaking looks at you as you are currently on your own phone. when matt's sure you're not going to look up again, he allows himself to blatantly stare at you. whatever you're watching makes you smile and he sees your plump limps almost increase in size, god what he would do to have them around his cock. he stares at the cupid's bow shaped upper lip and the fullest bottom lip he has ever seen. he wants to sink his teeth into it, make it bleed and bruise it so no one else can ever kiss you.

he doesn't even realise how long he's staring for but it must be a while because you eventually look up and furrow your brows at the sight of him, "what the fuck are you looking at?"

your fucking lips that are shaped sinfully.

when you swipe your tongue over your teeth, matt thinks he's never going to get that image out of his head. he forgets all about your question and continues to stare. you let him for a moment or so, most likely waiting for him to answer but once you realise he isn't going to, you huff out a heavy breath.

"i'm not going to ask you again matt, what are you looking at?" you reiterate, your phone now discarded beside you as you stare back at him, an impatient look crossing your face, growing tired at the lack of his answer.

well shit.

"your fucking mouth," he finds himself saying without even thinking it through and he swears you stop breathing for a brief moment as you look at him with this stupid fucking look in your eyes that he captures in his head, so fucking hot.

"my mouth?" you repeat with a little disbelieving laugh that he wants to dissolve with his tongue, with a rough kiss to make you senseless.

"is that not what i said?" he scoffs and you stay silent for a second and then another, eyes trained on matt in a way that has him going absolutely feral internally.

you run your hand through your hair and now matt decides he wants to pull at your hair whilst he's pounding into you.

"matt..." you say with hesitation and he hums in response lightly so you continue, "why?" you ask and he thinks this is it; he's finally going to have his way with you.

"just wondering what it would look like filled with my cock," he smirks and you splutter on air, your eyes going wide just the way matt likes.

"as- as if i want that," you reply but you don't sound convincing in the slightest, if anything your voice falters in the sexiest way imaginable and so matt knows for sure that you don't dislike the idea at all.

"so if i go up to my room, you won't follow so i can stuff that pretty mouth?" he questions, his smirk growing because he knows you will, no matter how hard you are trying to deny it.

you don't verbally say anything though, not trusting yourself enough to sound unbothered like you're trying to act. you choose to shake your head but matt doesn't say anything further. all he does is stand up and walk out of the living room and towards the stairs with the most stoic look possible. you think for a second or so, you don't want to embarrass yourself if matt's only making fun of you but at the same time, you can't help your curiosity, can't help the want you suddenly feel from his words.

you let your mind run loose for a few minutes, thinking your actions through before you decide to get up and make your way to the stairs just as matt had done. sue yourself if you will, you're a little curious. does matt really mean what he said? what would his dick feel like inside of your mouth? questions are doing laps in your head and well, why would you stop yourself from finding out the answers?

admittedly, you're a little nervous as you walk up the stairs, the small creaking sound making you pull a face. matt's door is open ever so slightly so you're able to look inside. you look in and see him on his phone, as though he never said words that are making a dozen emotions hit you all at once. you find yourself thinking, wondering whether or not you should go inside and question his honesty for yourself.

fuck it.

you open the door further and step through it, coming to a brief halt when matt looks up, a look you've never seen before crossing his eyes at the sight of you. he drops his phone to the side so fast and licks his lips gently before rushing his hand through his hair, silence still filling the air in an almost deafening manner.

"come 'ere," he instructs and you go willingly, stopping just beside his bed and biting your lip nervously as he proceeds to roam his eyes over you, over your face and then your body.

you wait but soon you grow too anxious under his gaze, suddenly feeling like this is some sick and twisted joke that you have to speak on, "were you being serious or is this just another way for you to make fun of me?"

at your words, he pulls you onto the bed and you yelp slightly at the shock of his behaviour. you're now sat right next to him and he takes your jaw in his hand firmly, moving it a little so that you're looking into his eyes. he looks at you expectantly, almost like he's waiting for you to confirm something. you nod without even knowing exactly what he wants but it must be the right thing to do because he captures your lips with his instantly.

the kiss is messy, tongues fighting one another for dominance and with matt biting your bottom lip until you can feel a little blood pool out. he sucks on your lips and you let out an involuntary whine that makes him smirk against you. he moves his hand from your jaw to your head, tugging on it slightly as he holds you in place and moving his lips all over your jaw and neck.

you moan when his lips connect with a particular spot and he starts sucking on the area, a delightful burning sensation filling you at the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin in a not so delicate way.

when he looks up and disconnects his lips from your neck, you can't help but close the gap between the two of you once more, craving the throbbing you are enduring due to the utter roughness he handles you with. he kisses back eagerly, hand tugging at your hair again making you moan softly.

"want your mouth," he tells you and you look down, noticing how hard he is and you smirk at the sight, at the fact that you did this to him.

you graze your hand over his erection through his cargo pants and he grumbles lowly, eyes trained on the way your hand swipes against him. you reach for the waistband and pull down the pants and then the boxers, staring at his dick like it's the greatest thing you have ever seen. you just can't wait to wrap your mouth around it, can't wait for it to fill you up to the point you can't take it.

you clamber off the bed quickly and pull matt so he's close to the edge and then, oh god and then, you get on your knees and look up at him with the most lustful look matt has ever seen. he immediately pushes your head down and you just go, taking his inches into your mouth with ease. he groans at the feeling, at the way you start moving with no difficulty, giving yourself no time to adjust.

"god wanted this for so long, you fucking dirty little slut you have no idea how good your mouth feels. feels like heaven, oh yeah that's it baby, take it," he slurs out in between moans, his breathing heavy as you work your mouth around him, the hot sensation truly incredible as you bob your head and take whatever you can't reach entirely in your hands.

you moan against him when he bucks his hips so his dick moves inside your mouth. the moan sends vibrations through him and he in turn moans as a result of it, continuing to guide you with his hand on your head.

"look at you all filled up, such a good girl," he praises and you moan even louder with your eyes beginning to water at the firm grip he has on your hair.

your scalp is beginning to burn but it's the good kind of burn, the burn you don't want to part from because of how good it's making you feel. he notices and wraps his hand around the strands and pulls on them aggressively as another slutty whine escapes his lips.

when he hits the back of your throat, he fucking whimpers and you don't think you have ever heard anything as beatiful. you can tell matt is close from the way his eyes are half closing but you want to tease him slightly so you stop for a moment, looking up at him until he opens his eyes completely, staring back at you with a wanting look.

"why the fuck did you stop?" he asks you and well, you are a bit too full to reply even if you want to and the thought turns you on more than you would like to admit.

he laughs a little but there's evidently no humour behind it as he pushes your head so far down, you gag loudly. he moves your head with his hand, forcing you to take him and oh god, his hands are so firm, so handling. you let him use you, tears beginning to fall from your eyes.

"i never said you could stop. i'm gonna cum down your throat and you're going to swallow it all," he mumbles as he continues abusing your mouth without realising the effects he has on you right now.

you groan with your mouth ever so full and you honestly think you could die right here with matt using you to the point of no control and still be happy, still want to keep going. your tongue swirls on the surface of his dick, sucking and licking stripes to the best of your ability and making him moan with no sense of control. you fucking love the sounds he makes, the desperation to have more, to feel more clear through the tight hold on your head and his constant push of his body to meet you halfway.

"fuck," he whines softly, throwing his head back so you can see the strain in his neck better; god the way you want to hold onto it whilst he's slamming into you.

the thought itself makes you suck harder and that is seemingly enough because he cums right into your mouth, fast and without warning to the point you gasp slightly as the sensation hits you. you look to matt with your mouth full and his eyes are blown out completely yet he still manages to breathe out, "swallow it baby."

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #fem reader #smut #blowjov #mouth #sturniolowhore

[lovingmattysposts]

My Best Friend's Brother 11

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12

pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you just moved into the sturniolo’s home after some family issues and you’re starting to become attracted to your best friend’s brother and you hated yourself for it. But how could you resist?

warnings: sad as fuck, cursing, making out, just saddddddd

the next part is the last part love you guys

xoxo, autumn

I walked through the open door seeing Nick grabbing his keys. He glanced up at me, before his face hardened and he looked down stepping up to me.

"I'm not speaking to you" He stated not looking at me. I put my hands on either side of the doorway. He took in a breath stepping back and looking up at me. "You don't have to talk. You just have to listen" I shook my head. He looked down at my feet.

"I'm not standing here while you talk to me about you and my brother" He shook his head. "It's not about Chris" I shook my head. He just pursed his lips. I sighed dropping my arms.

"Nick, you're my best friend" I swallowed. He didn't look at me. "You told me there was nothing I could do to make you go away" I breathed looking at me. He clenched his jaw looking up at me.

"I wasn't expecting you to sleep with my brother" He stated. "Nick we didn't-" I sighed closing my eyes. "I don't have time for this. Holton's waiting on me" He mumbled walking back me. I let out a hard breath looking up as he walked down the hall. "Fuck" I mumbled.

"Holton cheated on you" I breathed, making him stop. He turned looking at me, his eyebrows furrowed. "At the party he-" I shook my head. "Stop" He breathed walking back up to me.

I swallowed as he walked up to me.

"I might be angry at you for whatever's going on between you and Chris" He said motioning between me and Chris's door. I just looked at him, pleaded with him with my eyes. "But to bring my boyfriend into this?" He breathed shaking his head.

"You just can't be happy for me" He shook his head. "Newsflash Chris is a player, you knew that going into it and you hid it from me" He said pointing at me. I shook my head.

"So I'm sorry it didn't work out between you guys. Really, I am. I'm actually throwing a pity party later if you want to join" He glared at me. I clenched my jaw looking at him.

"Just because your relationship didn't work out doesn't mean you get to shit on mine" He shook his head. I shook my head. "You're mad Nick, I get that" I breathed shaking my head. He turned away from me.

"But don't act like you don't know me." I breathed. "I hate attention. I don't let people into my life. I don't like boys." I said shaking my head. "The last thing I want is a pity party for my fucking problems" I said shaking my head.

"I wouldn't tell you this if I didn't care about you" I breathed. He just looked at me. Silence between us. "Yeah well, if you wanted my opinion I would have told you to go for Matt he might have treated you a little better." He glared down at me. My heart sunk.

"He might not be Chris, but if you closed you eyes he might have felt like the same thing" He spat before turning and walking down the hall.

I shook my head, feeling tears weld at my eyes. I knew he was hurt. I knew he was angry. He was my best friend. I knew he didn't mean it, but it hurt just the same as if it did. I just watched him as he walked down at the steps.

"I wouldn't lie to you" I said looking down at him. He paused looking up at me. "You know I wouldn't" My voice broke. He looked at me for a brief second before turning and walking out of the door.

I let out a breath hearing the door close and another one open. My eyes snapped over to where I heard the noise. I saw Chris walk out of his room looking at me. I swallowed looking at him. I looked down letting out a breath.

He closed the door before walking up to me slowly. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. I let out breath looking down. "I'm fine Chris, just leave me alone" I mumbled moving past him and pushing the door to my room open, hearing him walking behind me.

"How are you feeling? Are you sick at all? I don't know how much you drank but you threw up quite a bit-" Chris said standing in my doorway. "Chris stop" I said looking up at him. He just looked at me.

"I'm fine" I shook my head. "You should just go" I breathed. He looked at me for a second before looking at the door and sighing. I turned away from him, before I heard him walk back up to me.

"You know what?" He stated making me look up at him. "No" He said glaring down at me. "I'm not going anywhere" He shook his head. I just looked at him.

"I'm not leaving again" He breathed. "Chris go" I said again glaring at him. He shook his head looking down at me. "No" He said again. I swallowed looking down. "Fine you don't have to, I'll go" I breathed as I grabbed my bag off the floor and started to shove clothes back into the bag. He just watched me.

"What are you doing?" He asked quickly. I didn't respond as I kept shoving clothes into the bag. He grabbed my arms. "Y/n, stop" He stated. I ripped my arms away.

"No" I said looking up at him, tears filling my eyes. "Y/n we're talking about this" He said looking at me, his eyes pleading with mine. "You drank last night" He shook his head. "You don't--You're parents--" He shook his head.

"Chris there's nothing left for me here. I can't stay here. I have to go home" I shook my head. He shook his head. "What are you talking about? This is your home" He stated quickly. I shook my head.

"No Chris it's not" I stated stepping back. "I'm a fucking wrecking ball" I cried. "I ruined the one last relationship I had. Chris, he hates me." I cried shaking my head. He just looked at me, his mouth slightly parted emotions all over his face.

"I'm going back" I shook my head looking back down at my bag. He ripped the bag away from me. "No, you're not" He stated looking at me. I looked up at him, trying not to break down. "You can't go back there. Not while you're dad's there. Y/n, I'm not letting you do that" He shook his head, throwing my bag on the ground.

I clenched my jaw looking to the side.

"Chris what choice do I have?" I whispered looking at him. "You stay here" He said walking up to me. I bit my lip to keep it from quivering as I looked at him.

"Nick is angry, I know. He can be as angry as he wants with you. But you and I both know he could hate your guts but he wouldn't want you going back to that house" He shook his head. I put my hands over my face as the stream of tears came over me. He stepped towards me and I stepped back.

"What are you doing Chris?" I shook my head looking at him. He just looked at me. "I told you I wasn't doing this again" I stated shaking my head. He closed his eyes looking down.

"I'm not letting you walk away" He stated looking at me. I glared at him. "Walk away?" I spat looking at him. "Walk away?" I yelled. He just looked at me. "Chris you pushed me away!" I yelled shaking my head.

"I'm a fucking idiot okay?" He yelled back. "Don't you think I know that?" He shook his head. I just glared at him. "I was doing this for you, I love you so much I was willing to give you up so that you could have Nick" He stated throwing his hands up. I shook my head.

"Yeah and how did that work out?" I asked shaking my head. He sighed letting out a breath. "And stop saying you love me Chris. It fucking hurts" I shook my head. "People lie to me enough, I don't need it from you too" I shook my head.

He let out a hard breath before storming out of the room.

I let out a breath before I heard him rustling in the other room. My eyebrows furrowed before I heard him walk back into the room. I just looked at him as he threw something on the bed. I looked down on the bed seeing the notebook that I picked up all that time ago.

I looked back up at him. He let out a breath.

"Read it" He stated. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked back down at the notebook. "Read it and afterwards if you never want to talk to me ever again. I'll understand" He shook his head. I swallowed.

"But not until you read it"

-

I spent the entire day locked in my room reading this journal. Four years worth of entires, one after another. I stared at the page. I scanned over the first journal entry over and over

---Anyways her eyes are kind of like a hazelish green I think? they could be brown I just havent gotten a close enough look at her yet. But i'll update you if I do.

She makes school a little less shitty if that doesn't sound absolutely pyscho-masked-killer. Just knowing that she's going to be sitting two rows in front of me in 1st period helps me wake up in the morning.

Maybe that's why Matt doesn't get out of bed, he doesn't have a y/n to look at. Well he could if he looked at her, I just don't think he notices his surrounding sometimes but i do. I painfully do and she was always there.

Like a reminder in the back of my mind. It was her. I can't stop thinking about her. It's weird i've never really liked a girl like this. I don't even know her. I don't know, I'll keep you updated if anythings come out of it. I hope it does but i'm kind of a pussy

Then another one from a couple pages past that one

I couldn't say anything now. Nick would kill me. He hates when me or Matt comment on the girl-friends he brings over. Matt commented on alanah once and Nick flipped his shit. I was scared of Nick's wrath if i was honest and If i brought up my feelings for y/n now he wouldn't believe me.

So i guess I'll just continue to write what i'm feeling instead since they now have to be under wraps. (Again still scared of Nick).

She's shy. I think theres also something wrong with her home life. She doesn't talk about it much, but she walks home from school. Her parents didn't show up for carrer day and I asked about her Dad briefly and she shut down.

She was a completely mystery and I'm memorized by everything she does

I swallowed scanning through another one from father back, 2019.

Y/n pissed me off enough today to make me do something completely out of character. There was this girl her name Is Mia. She likes me, she made it very clear. I had sex with her. I felt like shit after.

I felt guilty. Every time I looked at Y/n I felt like I cheated on her. But I didn't she has no idea I even liked her. Well not like. I fell in love with her at the end of last year, I just never said anything because does anyone really know what love is?

How could you fall in love with someone you're not even with? I don't know but I did it. I managed it. Now I can't help but feel some resentment towards her because I loved her and I knew she didn't love me back. So everytime I see her I want to tell her, but im scared which normally turned into a brawl of arguments between us.

What started as a normal crush, turned into me falling in love, turned into a never ending battle between me and this girl. All because I was an idiot who couldn't tell her how I really felt. So i hide it by pretending I hated her. Giving her shit everytime she said something, because I was angry at myself. Because I couldn't have her.

I hated myself for it.

Anyway, sometimes I wondered if y/n has ever had sex. Or fallen in love even. If she did have sex, i wonder if she loved the person if she had done it.

I've never seen her with a guy before. It made me happy, selfishly. I didn't want anyone to touch her, because I couldn't.

God I hated myself for having sex with Mia. She won't stop texting me. She's beautiful, but she wasn't y/n.

I'm writing this down so i can make a promise to myself.

I'm never having sex again with a girl, until I know truly that she loves me too. Fuck casual sex. No one deserves that. Especially Y/n. God I hope she hasn't had sex. If she has, i hope i never find out.

I want to have sex with her, because i love her I do.

I felt tears brim to my eyes before scrolling a few journal entires past that, a few days after that one was written.

December 22, 2019

okay. I've decided. I'm gonna tell her that I like her. I'm gonna start off with that, because if i throw out an "i love you", she will get scared. I'm kind of scary sometimes. She also thinks I hate her, which may have never been a good thing to let her think for all these years, but I guess it's never too late to change that.

I just can't stand looking at her for another second without telling her. I want her. I need her. She's all I fucking think about. I can hear her laugh through the walls when she's with Nick and I smile to myself like an idiot. I'm embarrassed and no one even sees it.

I think I would die if anyone ever found this notebook.

Anyway here's my plan. There's a party on new years. She doesn't drink, so I'm gonna stay sober too just so she knows i'm serious about this. I'm sure If a drunk guy came up to her confessing that he's in love with her, she wouldn't believe it. I don't want to mess this up. I can't mess this up.

I'll find her at the party and I'll tell her. I'll be honest. I'll deal with Nick later, i'm not worried about it at the moment. That's something I'll have to deal with later I guess. Because honestly the torement of seeing her walking around and keeping my feelings to myself is worse than any wrath from Nick. I loved her, he had to understand that right?

If she doesn't feel the same or doesn't want to at least try with me, I'll just have to move on. I'll move on thats all I need. If she says no I can move on. I just need something from her. Anything. I'm dying. I've kept my feeling in for two years now.

Maybe I'll buy her something. A necklace? She doesn't seem like the type to want a necklace. What about a book? I could get her a new copy of the book she tore to shreads. What would she think? Me coming up to her with a book at a party? She wouldn't even understand.

God, I'm stressing myself out. I'll just go up to her, tell her how I feel, give her the book, and then the rest is in her hands. All I know is that I want to be the one she's with at midnight. Starting the new year off with the one person I care about. That's all I want. That's all I've been thinking about. God. Please let this work.

I set the book down wiping the tears streaming from my face. He never came up to me at that party. I don't even remember seeing him that night all those years ago.

I flipped the page.

Decemember 30th 2019

I got the book. I have the plan. The party is tomorrow. I just have to go through with it. God, I'm shitting bricks.

I flipped the page.

Jan 20 2020

This is my last journal entry. I know you've probably been waiting for an update. I haven't even looked at this journal in a month. I've avoided it. I've avoided talking about this, talking about her. It makes me sick to my stomach even looking at this stupid notebook.

She was at the party. I was there. Carrying around a book like an idiot. I saw her. She was standing there. In a dress, at a house party. i remember it made me smile. A simple red dress that fell right above her knees. She looked pretty. She looked perfect. She was just standing there. It was a few minutes until midnight. I'd been pussying out the whole night, avoiding Matt and Nick because I knew i was so nervous I'd just spill everything out to them, but I needed her to know first. If I was going to tell anyone first, it was going to be her.

She was there. She was perfect. She made my head spin.

Then he was there. Steven Smith, a teammate of mine. He'd never even spoken about her. He walked up to her, before I could get to her. I stood frozen as I watched them. Watching him grab her waist and her not pulling away.

Before I knew it it was midnight and everyone was cheering and they were kissing. And I just stood there, book in my hands, watching his lips devour hers.

I left. I left without Nick or Matt. I just walked home. Cold-stone sober and heartbroken. I never really followed up to see if she ever went out with him, but I didn't want to know. I just stayed in bed. So yeah. I guess that's the end of this. Maybe she went out with him, maybe she didn't. Maybe she likes him, maybe she didn't. I just needed to move on. It just hurts because I can still hear her laughing across the hall in Nick's room while I'm writing this having absolutly no idea what i'm doing. Or what she did to me.

I flipped through the pages before seeing the rest of the book being left with blank pages. I closed the book before pressing my hands to my face as I cried against my hands, shaking my head.

I did kiss that guy. I don't know why I did. But I did. He walked up to me. I had no idea. I barely remember the kiss and after that night I never spoke to him again. I had no idea what I gave up without even knowing it.

I stood up off my bed before running across the hall and pushing Chris's door open without knocking and seeing it empty. I ran over to the window, pushing it open. I crawled out seeing Chris glance over at me. I shook my head not even trying to wipe the tears before I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me.

He froze from the sudden impact before sighing and pulling against me. "I'm so sorry" I cried against him. He let out another breath and hugged me tigheter.

"I'm sorry I never told you" He whispered against the top of my head. I just pulled him closer to me as he held me as I cried. "I love you. I love you so much" I cried. He smiled.

"I love you so much more. You don't know how long I've waited for you" His voice broke. I lifted my head and looked at him. I shook my head.

"I didn't" I shook my head. He just looked at me. "I didn't go out with him" I shook my head. He smiled softly. "I didn't even know his name. I am so sorry" I cried. He shook his head as he wiped my tears with his thumb.

"It's not you're fault" He whispered. I sighed looking down. He stood up and I just watch him. He held out his hand for me to take. I took his hand before he led back inside. He turned closing the window before walking over to his drawer. I just watched him as he shifted through some things.

He pulled something out before walking over to me. He smiled before handing me a new copy of Magnolia Parks Univeristy. I smiled and closed my eyes taking the book from him. I shook my head and I couldn't stop the tears. He smiled walking up to me and lifting up my chin and pressing his lips against mine slowly.

I pressed my hands against his face as we kissed, both of our tears now being mixed in between our mouth creating a salty taste. I sighed against his lips as his hands came over mine, taking the book out of my hand and throwing it against the ground without breaking the kiss.

I wrapped my hands around his neck before he wrapped his hands over my back and pulled me against him, slipping his tounge into my mouth. He bent down picking me up and wrapping my legs around his torso and then laying me down on his bed.

He broke the kiss.

"I'm so in love with everything you are" He whispered. Making me smile. I pulled his face back down to mine kissing him softly. That's when we heard a car pull in the driveway.

Nick.

We sat up and I wiped his face before wiping mine. He looked towards the door. I froze. I stood up before walking towards the door, Chris next to me. We walked out into the hallway, standing the top of the stairs. I glanced over at Chris who's eyes were trained on the door.

Slowly it opened. Nick's head was down. My heart clenched. He looked up seeing up. His eyes bloodshot and tears down his face. He closed his eyes, shaking his head before breaking out into tears.

I stepped forward before Chris put his hand on my arm stopping me. I looked up at him. "Go get Matt" He breathed. I blinked at him before nodding and running to Matt's room

hope this made you cry like i did

tag list: @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @miastromboli @secret-sturniolo @sturnsclutter @sturniolodreamz @paper-crab @chrisolivia4l @mwah0mwah @recklesssturniolo @ejswift @kitaysworld @meg-sturniolo @nickmillersn1gf @fr3shl0ve @adrianaturnedpretty @oversturn @ghostgurlswrld @flowerxbunnie @ilytrinsworld @lustfulslxt @kiarastromboli @gemofthenight @blahbel668 @haunted-headset @sturnybabes @bethsturn @d3adlyclassrat @sturnybabes @mattsbitch @chrisluvbot @nickenthusiast @sturniolossmut @biimpanicking @iloveneilperry @chalametbich @dsmja @bernardsleftbootycheek @lovingsturniolo @aoxash @idrkk-123 @gingerbreadgodofhyperdeath @babagurlrichey

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