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teapartyprincess4two · 2 months

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Talkative- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Yapper!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship

summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

Talkative- N. Sturniolo (Nick’s Version)

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☆ SFW

It’s no secret that you love to talk, you can ramble on about topic after topic and never run out of things to say. Matt loves listening to you, whether you’re retelling your day or just discussing a topic you find interesting.

☆ you always ask him rhetorical questions in between your stories, “Okay, but can you believe she said that?” But you never give him enough time to respond.

☆ he just nods his head and hums in response, confused with all the characters of the story.

☆ when you’re watching a movie you always start asking questions about the characters or commenting on the scene.

☆ “why did they do that?” or “wow that’s a cute dress, I really like that.”

☆ most times he responds just so you know he’s listening, but other times he’ll ignore you because he’s too immersed in the movie.

☆ “Y/n I don’t fucking know, this is my first time watching this movie too,” and “That is a cute dress, baby. You’d look nice in it.”

☆ you’re ALWAYS last to finish your meal, mostly because you keep talking in between bites.

☆ he listens intently, responding in between mouthfuls of food with small “uh huh’s” and “yup’s.”

☆ by the end of your stories you’re usually not hungry anymore, so he eats your leftovers while you start yet another story.

☆ when you guys go through drive throughs he knows to just sit as far back into the drivers seat as possible.

☆ you’re leaning over him, chatting with the worker and somehow managing to learn their whole life story before you can even order.

☆ or when you’re going somewhere new and he needs the GPS you’ll constantly talk over it

☆ after missing like five exits, he begins to find it annoying

☆ “Babe, shhhhh,” he’ll smother your mouth with his hand while he grips the wheel with the other.

☆ that never stops you though, you just mumble from behind his hand.

☆ you’re such a good story teller that he can imagine everything you say.

☆ your stories have him dying of laughter, and it’s even funnier that you don’t laugh, you just continue telling the stories like normal.

☆ by the end of your story his face and ribs hurt from laughing so much, “Holy fuck that was hilarious.”

☆ when you say outlandish things he stares at you in shock, “Y/n! You can’t say that!”

☆ you just stare at him blankly and continue voicing your opinions.

☆ he looks at anyone who tells you to shut up with the ugliest, meanest stank face.

☆ you talk to EVERYONE whether it be in the checkout line in the grocery store or in the waiting room at the doctors office.

☆ Matt just turns away for one second and then when he looks back at you, you’re talking to an elderly lady and walking in the complete opposite direction.

☆ “Aw Matt, she said her cat died.”

☆ “Y/n, the cashier asked for your card.”

☆ “Oh, right! So sorry about that-”

☆ “You know what? I’ll pay for it,” he cuts you off before your rambling can distract you again.

☆ on the odd days that you’re quiet, he’ll know somethings wrong.

☆ you’re just sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on the TV or typing away mindlessly on your laptop.

☆ “What’s wrong with you?” he says abrasively, like if he’s upset that you’re quiet.

☆ you’ll just shake your head, choosing to remain silent.

☆ “Did somebody do something to you? Why are you so quiet?” he’s ready to fight whoever made you upset.

☆ “I’m just tired,” you mumble, followed with a quick shrug.

☆ He doesn’t pry, he just lays with you and waits until your mood picks up so he can listen to more stories.

☆ if he ever starts telling someone a story you’re quick to interrupt, “no that’s not what happened!”

☆ he playfully rolls his eyes and lets you take the spotlight.

☆ NSFW

Although Matt loves listening to you talk, sometimes it becomes too much. So, he has to get creative and think of ways to shut you up.

☆ the movie is getting good and you won’t stop talking, asking about the characters and the storyline.

☆ next thing you know you’re on your knees with Matt’s dick in your mouth.

☆ he’ll let you do all the work as he continues to watch the movie in silence.

☆ sometimes you’re a little too friendly with strangers.

☆ Matt’s not usually the jealous type, but he knows that guys get the wrong idea when you’re talking to them and that they mistake your friendliness for flirting.

☆ he’ll pull you away and take you to a secluded area, “we gotta go.”

☆ “Wait but I wasn’t finished talk-“

☆ “we gotta go, Y/n.”

☆ then he’s fucking you and making you talk to him through it, “C’mon, I thought you weren’t finished talking.”

☆ you’re forced to babble your way through it, each thrust fogging your brain more and more.

☆ other times he’ll let you use your words to praise him.

☆ like when he’s eating you out, he just wants to hear you say how good he’s doing.

☆ “Yes, baby, right there. You’re making me feel so good.”

☆ after, he’ll make you ride him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

☆ “You feel so good, baby. So big, I can’t take it.”

☆ your words are always enough to send him into a frenzy.

☆ he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking into you until he cums.

☆ when you guys are done having sex, he’ll cuddle into your side and lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

☆ these are the moments when he talks and you just listen, only chiming in occasionally.

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

YAP 🗣️YAP 🗣️YAP🗣️

thank you for this request I luv that I’m cementing my legacy as a certified yapper 😏

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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nicksbestie · 7 days

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Migraines - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Matt struggles with chronic migraines, and some days there isn't much that you can do, but that never means you don't try,

Warnings : mentions of vomiting and nausea, a small bit of crying

Word Count : 1313

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : i got inspo from this photo of matt <3

Living an entire two decades of life with chronic migraines was an absolutely miserable thing.

Matt was nearing his twenty-first birthday, and he was desperate to find something in his life that would help with these migraines. He had gone through prescription after prescription, doctor appointment after doctor appointment, specialist after specialist, and nothing had helped the splitting pain. He had a migraine tracker on his phone so that he could tell the percentage of how often he had migraines, and it was well over sixty percent of every month. It was quite depressing to look at, and even more depressing to live. It really affected Matt’s happiness and day to day life.

All of their YouTube videos were filmed on Matt’s good days. They would change outfits so that they could film five to six videos in one day, gathering a lot of topics so that they would have tons to post when it came time to put them all up. Both of his brothers were incredibly caring and didn’t mind the way that they had to do things, and both wanted to do everything possible to make it easier for their middle sibling. They rode with Matt in an Uber every time his migraine was too bad for him to drive, so that he wouldn’t have to be alone, especially at a doctor’s office, a place he was already generally hesitant to be at. They truly were always by his side, arguing with doctors that told him it was anxiety based, or that he was exaggerating, when he didn’t have the energy to argue for himself.

Today was a bad day for him. Chris and Nick had left before Matt had woken up, so they had no idea that he was struggling, because the light from his phone, even at the lowest setting, wasn’t low enough to not send stabbing pains through his head, so he hadn’t texted. He hadn’t had the energy to call and speak to them either. All he had done was gotten up and shut the blinds, covering them up with blackout screens that he had bought a couple years back, because he needed all of the light out. They worked incredibly well, and he had cut off the dim lighting in his room that he’d slept with, needing complete darkness.

He had no idea how long he had laid there, he just knew he was in pain. Unbeknownst to him, when you noticed that he didn’t reply to your text, you were immediately concerned, and already on your way over. You’d seen that he’d read it, so you knew he was awake, and he hadn’t replied. He never left you on read, unless he couldn’t bear to look at his phone screen any longer, which meant he had a terrible migraine. You’d wasted no time getting ready, and due to the fact that Matt didn’t wake up until almost two in the afternoon, you didn’t get over there until almost four. You had your own key, both because of instances like these, and because of the fact that you had been together for almost two years now. Letting yourself in, you texted Chris and Nick, telling them that you were there as well.

You wasted no time in going upstairs, gently opening Matt’s door, and immediately closing it behind you, because while the light in the hallway wasn’t on, the daylight would filter in, and you knew it would aggravate his head. Seeing him face down on the bed, under covers and pillows, you gently whispered your greeting, telling him so he wouldn’t freak out, though you doubted he had the energy to freak out on you. You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, rubbing his back and laying down next to him. He curled into your chest, and you could see the remnants of tear tracks on his face. You laid a kiss to his forehead, gently running your hand over it and through his hair. Your hands were a cooler temperature, and you could tell that it felt good and soothed his pain for a few seconds. You laid a palm on his forehead, wanting to help him feel better any way that you could.

You laid with him for about an hour, helping hold the trash can at the side of his bed when the pain got to be so bad that it caused him to throw up, helping wipe his face off and get him laid back down, before realizing he hadn’t eaten anything all day, so it probably wouldn’t get much better. You laid there for a little while longer, thinking about what to do to help him, when you remembered a trick that had helped you when you had a terrible migraine one day. You softly untangled yourself from him, whispering that he could stay right there and you would be right back.

You went into the bathroom, turning a small, very dim, light on in the corner so you could see what was going on around you. You began running a warm bath, letting it run while you went to get Matt a small snack. You set it down on the edge of the bathtub, on the side touching the wall, and went to go get your boyfriend. You picked out some clean clothes for him, grabbed him the water bottle from his nightstand as well, and led him to the bathroom. He knew where it was, of course, but the thought of opening his eyes for the chance of any light just made the pain intensify, so he trusted you to guide him.

By this point, the tub was about three quarters of the way full, and you helped him get in. You knew he hadn’t showered that day, and the warm water on your legs and feet helped with your migraines, so you hoped it would help him as well. Judging by the way his face began to relax once he was in the tub, his back against your chest, you were glad it took away a little bit of his pain. You kept the temperature of the bathroom cooler so that he wouldn’t overheat, but not enough for him to get cold. His eyes stayed closed, but they were a calm closed, not a scrunched, wincing in pain, closed. He didn’t speak much, but he took the water and food that he was offered, and a gentle smile crossed his face the longer he sat in the tub.

The longer you stayed there with him, gently running your hands through his hair, the more his breathing evened out, and the deeper it got, and eventually, you realized he had fallen asleep. He had been so tired from being in pain, even though he had only been up for about four hours, that when the pain had lessened dramatically, his body was so exhausted that he just fell asleep in comfortable arms. You stayed there with him until the water went cold, and even longer after that, because you couldn’t bear to disturb him. After about half an hour, you softly shook him awake, gently helping him stand. By this point, you had both basically air dried, and Matt only pulled on boxers and loose shorts to sleep in. You tugged on one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers as well, going back to bed with him.

As soon as he hit the bed, he was about to fall asleep again, and you pulled him back into your arms. You never minded taking care of him, knowing that he loved you more than words could say, and as he whispered a soft “I love you” into your chest, you knew you could do this for him for the rest of your life, and you could die happy.

“I love you more.”

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inkyray · 22 days

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INKED

MATT STURNIOLO

a/n: this is my first oneshot and i deadass have no idea what im doing, go easy on me. im so used to writing full stories i kind of struggle with stand alone oneshots but yeah, i appreciate constructive criticism

3.6k words

warnings/content ahead: the bitch is getting tattooed yall, smut, p in v, brief fingering, degrading, hair pulling, the plot that leads up to the smut is longer than the smut itself ☠️

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You felt the prickly needle press ink in and out of your flesh, it spared small stings that you didn't exactly hate. Nick sat on his living room couch not far away from you, but still far enough to raise his voice a little so you could properly hear him. He had a good bond with the tattoo artist, and she didn't mind coming to his house to ink him up.

Nick sat with his short sleeve rolled above his shoulder, revealing a tattoo he had just got done with. His shoulder is sore and red, covered in a layer of antibiotic ointment and plastic wrap. Earlier today he had invited you over, since he knew how long you've been wanting a tattoo, and you had decided you know what, fuck it. You tagged along. You and Nick are close, he's one of your only best friends in LA, since it isn't really where you're originally from. You two would hang out any chance the other was free.

It often got annoying for his other brothers how much you were around, but they had caught a quick loving for you and found the place empty and weird when you weren't there, considering how much you were with Nick.

The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the silent void before it was interrupted by a TikTok Nick was watching on full volume, making you two laugh as the tattoo artist held down on your waist to keep you from messing her up. You were getting a tramp stamp tattoo on your lower back, your sweatpants folded right on where your underwear begins.

A few minutes pass of just buzzing, your stinging skin, loud TikToks, and the smell of antiseptic.

"We should make a TikTok." Nick announced after a while. You raise an eyebrow, "Now?" you wondered. Nick nods, taking the throw blanket from off of him and getting up. "I don't know Nick, kind of in the middle of getting a tattoo." You smiled up at him as he got closer. You were laying on your stomach, your body against the black leather chair wrapped in plastic, but your elbows kept the rest of your body that weren't your ribs, up, so you could use your phone.

"Oh please, you look hot as hell right now." He stood, chuckling. You rolled your eyes. "Nick. I'm in sweatpants and a tank." Nick looked at you from his phone, tapping a few things on there which you assumed had to do with TikTok. He quite literally sighed. "You are so unaware of yourself, girl."

You shrugged and blew him a kiss. "So TikTok or nah? I want to do, like a transition of our tattoos and us lip syncing to some shit song from the 2010's. I already made a draft of myself doing it before I got this bad boy." He points to his new splotchy tattoo of the bat on his shoulder. "Yeah, guess so. You're gonna have to film me in the midst of getting my tattoo, though. I didn't exactly record myself before this."

With the press of a time skip button, you guys filmed the TikTok, posted it, and Nick declared he was tired, going for a nap to his room. This wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be asleep with you here, you'd do it all the time when he was at your place, and either one of you guys eventually followed in the others footsteps, finishing whatever you were doing and going to lay beside them to sleep too.

The front door of the house opened, and you already knew it was Matt and Chris. They were running errands for their manager and Nick had decided to stay behind with you, since you were planning on getting tattoos together. Footsteps creep into the place and you wait for their reaction. They didn't exactly know you were also getting one, and they knew about your commitment issues with tattoos, so this was kind of a big deal.

Chris walks in first and doesn't even turn to look at you, assuming you were Nick getting tattooed. "You're still getting inked? How big is your bat supposed to be, Nick." He grabs a Pepsi from the fridge and pops it open. "Pretty big." You answered, your head resting on your palm as he turned to look at you, Matt following closely behind.

"Oh, shit." Chris gulps down the Pepsi, walking over to you as he inspects the tattoo on your lower back. "How does it look?" You question as you see Matt stop in his tracks and come closer to get a better look at it. "Fucking sexy. Good job." He holds out his fist and you bump it, smiling at the comment.

You feel Matt's gaze linger too long on your skin as Chris goes back into the kitchen, making another comment about the tattoo you didn't quite catch. The stinging on your back now feels ice cold. "What do you think, Matt?" You wonder, turning your head slightly to look at him.

"Bold. For someone like you." He mutters, walking over to the kitchen to grab a root beer, maneuvering around Chris since he's constantly in his way. You scoff. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Is Nick sleeping?" Chris asks, you nod, he quickly goes looking for him.

"What I mean is that it's a tattoo decision I would've never thought you'd pick." Matt says, looking at you from the kitchen as he sips from his drink. This could mean so many things and you found yourself getting confused. What? "Matt, I'm gonna need you to elaborate."

It wasn't a secret that you were the least closest with Matt. Everytime you'd try to do the things you'd do with Nick but with him, there'd be some sort of thick invisible fog in the air, making you hyper-aware of everything you're doing and saying. Your chest always felt too heavy around Matt and the tension it weighed on you was too much. It wasn't normal, and you were sure Matt could feel it too. You knew a lot of stuff about him, and he knew a lot about you, but there was something between you two keeping you from taking the extra step of declaring you guys close.

He lets his eye's dart everywhere in thought, putting together how he's going to explain it to you. "Mmmm," he mumbles, "...no." He decides as he begins to leave the room, stopping in his tracks before he fully leaves, peeking his head around the corner. "You look good though, what Chris said." And he leaves.

You are beyond confused, you turn your head toward the tattoo artist, who was sharing the same look on her face. She spared you a shrug.

It's been a few weeks and your tattoo is fully healed, you loved the way you felt with it. The urge to get a million more tattoos on you was strong, but you held back.

On the other hand, being around Matt had begun getting more unbearable by the day. When you two were left alone, there was nothing to talk about. You would shift uncomfortably and he would bring out his phone as a distraction, doing nothing significant on it other than switch between apps. You were too aware of the other and the air around you would increasingly thicken. You were sure if you tried, you could slice through it with a knife.

Right now, was one of those times. Matt in the driver's seat and you were in the middle back seat, Chris and Nick had gone inside a store to grab a few stuff.

You watched his fingers tap the steering wheel, his thumb patiently rubbing against it, studying the fact they were slender and long, trained by veins that went down his hands. They looked so perfect under the gleaming hour of the sun. His nails weren't painted, so his short nails naturally colored themselves pink with a small white hill on his thumb. You let your imagination run free. Touching the dip of your waist or massaging the inside of your thigh. His fingers curving themselves inside you…

His eyes darted at the rear mirror, catching you focused on his hands. It took you a second too long to realize that. You looked up at the mirror and found his blue eyes fixated on you, dark hair sitting across his forehead and strands messily on his eyes. Your heart gave you a loud thump and a punch in the face of flushing blood. You didn't look away from his eyes, but you could still see his thumb grazing against the steering wheel.

Your brain was empty of words. You had no idea what to say and you were sure neither did he, until he began to speak. "What ever happened to that tattoo?" He asked, still looking at you from the mirror. You furrowed your eyebrows. It takes you a second until you realize he was talking about the tramp stamp you have. "It ran away." You answered blankly, because what kind of question was that supposed to be.

Matt sighed, looking out of the window, you watched him look outside as you calculated the messy hair that didn't seem too bad to pull on. "I mean, it never made an appearance again. No one ever saw it ever since you got it." He said. A small smile forms onto your mouth. "Some people have seen it." You mutter lightly, not bothering to look away from him as he goes back looking at you.

"Is that so?" He wasn't smiling, his face was processing a look of annoyance. You wink.

The car doors are pulled open and in one sudden movement, Chris comes in with a laugh and sits next to you, Nick follows closely behind, chuckling in that deep-voiced way he does after he made a joke he was proud of, and seating himself in the passenger seat. "Why are you sitting here?" Matt questions, not bothering to ask what they're laughing at. Chris takes out a Mento and offers you one, you reluctantly take it and let it sit in your mouth, wanting to suck the flavor out before you chew it.

Nick laughs even harder. "Oh, I didn't even realize I was sitting here. Chris, and you just let me?" Chris cackles, "It doesn't matter Nick, it's just the passenger seat." He puts an arm around you. "Plus I wanted to sit with her." He tells you specifically, looking at you as he begins to chew the Mento. "How I am honored." You sarcastically put a hand to your heart, not once taking your eyes off Matt. He was expressionless and began driving.

The conversation held on and turned into a different topic, you would make sly remarks here and there but for you, the entire ride home was hard. Matt would catch you staring at him, and when he had to turn the car back with his hand behind Nick's headrest, he would look at you longer than the road behind him. He didn't look really… pleased. Which had you amused.

He was upset that he wasn't one of the people who got to see your tattoo finished and healed, and you were catching onto that. The longer they'd drive, the more stern his expression would shift. He got progressively more and more irritated throughout the ride.

They make it home and Matt doesn't even give you a glance, he immediately heads to his bedroom and makes it known by his silence he'd like to be left alone. Okay, drama queen. You thought.

You had to go see what was up, it was just in you. After the conversation you two barely had and the eye content you held, which you were pretty sure was a hallucination you pulled out of your ass, you were curious to see just how riled up he was. Or you could get him.

Chris and Nick get a call from their manager saying she's outside, picking them up so she could explain to Nick something that had to do with their merch. Apparently she already spoke about it to Matt, so it'd just be Chris and Nick going to their studio warehouse to see, since that's where all their merch first goes.When they leave, your thought process changes in a matter of seconds. Seeing how upset he is, you want to see how hard you could push his buttons.

You approach his room and knock 3 times. No answer is received, you raise your fist to knock a second time, and by the first knock the door is pulled half open, revealing Matt looking down at you, expecting you. "What?" He asks, his eyelids drooping as he looks at you blankly. He changed into gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

"Can I come lay down next to you? I barely got any sleep last night." You lightly fluttered your lashes at him, holding your phone with both your hands. Matt stares at you, inspecting just how tired you looked. You looked fine, but he still opened the door wide enough for you to enter, not saying anything.

You lay on his silk bed sheets. Silk. What a slut. He sits in front of his computer, and boots open a game, not bothering to acknowledge you here. You don't like that. After leaving yourself alone with your thoughts for a while today, the least thing you wanted was to be ignored. Especially by him. Even if it meant annoying him, you just wanted to have some sort of contact with him. Either verbally or physically, you don't mind a single bit.

You clear your throat. "Thanks, Matty." He grimaces at the nickname, used to hearing his family say to him, but not from you. "My legs have been hurting all day." You say, cuddling into his pillows, stretching hard enough to arch your back. A real yawn escapes your lips.

"You don't work out, don't play that dumb shit with me." He says, turning his head to look at you for a moment, before turning back to look at his monitor. "Who said anything about working out?" You tell him. He stops, completely forgetting what he was supposed to be looking at.

"I don't know, I guess my tattoo really does magical wonders for me." A smile slips through your lips as you turn the other direction, your back facing him as your shirt exposes the tattoo, your pants hanging dangerously low on your hips.

You can't see him, but you hear him turn, and you feel yourself getting excited. "Why'd you get it?" He asks and you turn your head softly to look at him. His question was simple, but the expression on his face certainly wasn't. "Why does anybody really get a tramp stamp, Matty?" You respond to his question with another one, and he is giving you a look of impatience.

"Just fucking answer me right now, sweetheart." His voice isn't loud, but his anger is. He practically huffs and you feel yourself getting immensely more attracted to his aggressiveness. You turn your head back to the other side, leaving him unanswered as he burns holes in the back of hair, knowing that would tick him off.

You hear shuffling and then the bed dips, and your heart literally does skip a beat. You swallow your built up spit down your throat as Matt grasps your jaw and makes you look at him, your eyes meeting his blue ones immediately. "Don't look away from me, y/n. Why'd you get that fucking tattoo?" He held your jaw firmly. He was on the bed rooted on his knees, looking down at you as you laid on his pillows.

Your smile somehow got wider, flashing him your white teeth as you slowly parted them to answer. "So you could fuck me." Your eyes were staring intensely at him but in a lazy manner.

Matt's eyes narrowed, darting between your eyes and your mouth. "You fucking whore." He muttered, his lips pressing onto yours so much faster than you could say the word 'whore' itself. Your eyes screwed itself shut and took the opportunity as fast as you could, kissing him back harsher.

He let go of the kiss too quickly, which only frustrated you. "You got that tattooed for me, baby?" He wonders, his voice is hoarse and breathy. You nod so fast your hold almost fell off, and as embarrassing as it was, it was true.

You had only 1 body since before the tattoo, and you barely even counted it. Constantly being around Matt but not knowing how to go about it made you more desperate. He did something to you no one had ever done. Sometimes you would feel yourself pulsing for him, imagining your fingers as his.

The reason why you had even begun considering a tramp stamp is because of the sick fantasies that they held, using Matt as its lead.

Recently you got laid, and it was underwhelming and disappointing. Your legs actually hurted because you did a few squats the day prior, not because the sex was good.

"You fucking liar." He was smiling but nothing in his tone was friendly, his eyebrows were furrowed but his grin was undeniable. You licked his mouth and he pressed against your lips. "I wouldn't lie to you, Matty." You moan into the kiss, feeling his hand trail down your body and to your waist. A hand was on the dip of your waist and the other was holding your jaw secure.

Your heart was quite literally out of its body now, his soft hand trailing to feel your bare skin under your shirt, grazing just the hill of your bare chest, purposely not touching your nipples. In a sudden movement, he cups your breast and your whimper is muffled under the kiss.

He has his knees caging both sides of your thigh, pressing his knee into you. He smirks as you gasp. "Lift your hips for me?" He pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting you two. You look straight at his eyes as you lift them, making sure he holds eye contact. And he does. He does as he curls his fingers along the strap of your pants and shoves them off.

"Let me see it." He orders. You grin, raising an eyebrow. "That could go for a lot of stuff." He grabs the side of your underwear and lets go of it, having it snap against your skin. "The tattoo. I want to see it." His voice is more demanding, more gruffly. Your pussy was soaked.

"No." You tell him all with a sly smile, you liked him aggressive and didn't mind seeing how far he'd go. In a sudden movement, you are flipped to your stomach, your hair is being gripped by his hand, pulling your head up as you feel his fingers tracing your tattoo. His fingers were too light. Too soft on your skin, you felt your back arch as he decided to balance the softness with a harsh slap on your ass.

Some hair was loose, out of his grip, resting on your back. The rest are being pulled closer to him, you feel his hot breath whisper in your ear. "You slut." A smirk spreads on your face, biting your bottom lip close enough to leave it bleeding. "You talk a lot." You tell him. He forces your shirt from off of you, leaving you just in your black lace panties.

You're still on your stomach, your bare chest pressing against his silk sheets. Your underwear is slipped off of you. Two fingers found their way to your pussy, sensitivity rubbing against it, your back arching your ass into his hard dick. "Fuck me already, Matt." You moan, knowing he's only touching you to get you overstimulated. He ignores what you're saying, responding to what's going on in his mind. "You look so beautiful. Bending yourself for me on my bed, begging for my cock."

His fingers rub against your folds, flipping your stomach inside out, pressing against your clit and your moan comes out louder than intended. "So wet for me." He licks his lips. Just as you were about to push yourself against his fingers, he let go abruptly. A huff leaves your lips and you whine. "Sorry, baby, you need something?" He mocks. You give him a noise of annoyance in response.

He grabs your ass hard, and to your surprise, you feel his tip at your entrance. You immediately clench around it and you hear him moan. He shoves himself inside of you and you practically scream, your whimpering gets louder each thrust he makes in and out of you. "You feel that, slut? Is this what you wanted?" He groans, not bothering to stop. You answer by pushing yourself onto him, fucking yourself to him.

You pushed your lips into your mouth, loving the sound of his moans and whimpers. Your head was pressed against his pillow, and he went faster, tears started prickling your eyes, shutting them. Your noises were getting more intense and a knot began forming in your stomach.

"I'm.. oh fuck–" Before you could even finish what you were saying, you release. Matt slows down, every push in is longer and slippery with your liquid, your pussy tightens around him and he mutters a quick "fuck" and pulls out, cumming all over you.

You turn to look at him. He looked back at you. There were many times you thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, but now, seeing your hair a mess and its baby hairs sticking to your forehead, your lips sore and red from his aggressive kisses bare on his bed, he thought he was looking at a goddess. You glare at him, noticing he's been staring at a few seconds too long. "What?"

"I think I might need to see that tattoo one more time."

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bratzforchris · 2 months

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Princess Treatment, C. Sturniolo ౨ৎ

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Summary: In which Chris decides you need to be taught a lesson for interrupting him while he's working

Pairing: Brat tamer!Chris x feminine reader

Warnings: HEAVY smut, oral (m receiving), rough dom!Chris, brat!reader, semi public sex (?), grinding, unprotected p in v, spanking, face fucking, orgasm denial, creampie, use of pet names (baby doll, good girl, princess), lots of dirty talk (i think that's all but let me know if i missed anything!)

Word Count: A little over 2k

A/N: Is it hot in here? Are you hot? I mean you are hot but...this one is wow. Enjoy you Chris sluts ;)

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To say you received princess treatment was an understatement. Honestly, you bordered on spoiled, but your boyfriend, Chris, didn’t mind that. He loved a woman who was strong in her feminine energy. You had all of the latest clothing trends and accessories, paid for by him of course. You never missed your monthly nail, hair, brow, or lash appointments, because why have princess outfits without a princess face? Anything your heart desired, you got. It didn’t matter how much it cost, or where he had to go to get it, Chris would always spoil you with luxurious treasures. Anything that will keep his baby girl, his princess, happy.

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You were sitting in the kitchen, watching as the triplets got ready to film a new video. You couldn’t quite recall what the topic was; something to do with food, but you didn’t really care. All you knew was that you were severely lacking in attention from Chris. He had been busy with his brothers all morning, which in your little princess mind, was completely and totally unacceptable. He had barely bid you a ‘good morning, baby doll’ before he was dashing downstairs, getting ready for a day of filming.

You sighed, picking at your pink, acrylic nails. They were definitely due for a fill, and that just pissed you off more. You knew that this was Chris’s job, but you were also spoiled, and knew that it wasn’t YouTube that made him practically cum before he could even get his pants off every night. You looked up, realizing that you had been slightly, no, fully distracted by your dirty thoughts and that the boys had begun their video.

You flashed a pout at Chris, hoping he would catch your eye, but he didn’t. He was too focused on Matt and Nick, who he had grown up with for fuck’s sake. You knew you were being a brat, but you couldn’t help it. You loved attention from your boyfriend more than anything in the world, even all of the expensive material items. If a look wouldn’t get his attention, something louder would.

You looked to your right and saw a glass full of blue Gatorade sitting on the island next to you. Without a second thought, you quickly knocked it over, making it look like an ‘accident’. The triplets looked up at the crashing noise, followed by rushing liquid and laughed.

“Y/N’s being a hazard, guys.” Chris laughed, getting up to clean the spill.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You said softly, flashing him pouty eyes.

“It’s okay, baby. Nothing we can’t clean.” he smiled, kissing your forehead.

You relished under his touch and fond gaze, but that joy quickly dissipated when Chris swiftly cleaned up the mess and sat back down, continuing the video. You groaned internally, wishing this damn video would be over already. Tears began to sting your ears, and you knew that the brothers would be bound to notice your mini tantrum, but you didn’t care at this point. You stared Chris down when he finally caught your eye, mouthing “Do you not love me?”. Your boyfriend sighed, shaking his head and going back to acting like his usual self for the camera.

Finally, you decided that you’d had enough. If Chris wouldn’t pay attention to you on his own accord, you would make him. You hastily stood up, throwing your chair back so loud it clattered to the ground. Too caught up in his video? Good luck with a good video now. You went to stalk off to your room, but Chris was faster. He hastily stood up, grabbing your arm roughly and yanking you towards the small bathroom in the hall, mumbling incoherent curses under his breath.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N?” he hissed, slamming the door to the bathroom once he pushed you inside. “I”m trying to fucking work!”

“You’re not paying attention to me,” You sniffled. “You’ve been ‘working’ all day!” You protested, stomping your feet.

“Because that’s my job, Y/N. What else do you expect me to do?” Chris growled, a dark look in eyes mingling with lust. “Just not work? Because your closet wouldn’t like that.”

You looked absolutely sinful to him right now. Your short, pink miniskirt was fluttering around your thighs, while your lacy baby tee cupped your breasts in such a way that made him want to fuck that little attitude right out of you. The longer he stared at you, the more desire he had to teach you a lesson about what being a brat would get you.

“You spend time with Matt and Nick…” You were cut off by Chris fisting your hair.

“Knees. Now,” he said roughly, hearing no more of your pouting. “Let’s see how you like being a fucking attention seeker after this.”

You sank to your knees, looking up at Chris with eyes akin to that of a baby deer. Your boyfriend let go of your hair momentarily to yank down his gray sweatpants and plaid boxers. You being a brat was one of his biggest turn ons despite his rough attitude at the interruption. He was already so hard that he simply scooped your hair up in his fist, thrusting your mouth towards his cock.

“Use your mouth for something useful instead of complaining, baby girl.” Chris sneered.

You immediately opened, allowing Chris to begin thrusting into your mouth. No matter how many times you gave him a blowjob, it would forever take you a minute to get used to his size. As soon as you were able, you began to lick and suck his cock, taking him to the hilt. Your boyfriend threw his back, trying to suppress his moans and grunts, seeing as his brothers were right through the wall. “Oh god, baby. That’s it. Take my dick like a good girl.” he moaned, orgasm already building in his stomach.

You scooted closer to Chris, your drool and tears dripping onto him. The filthy sounds of you sucking him off, combined with his sensual noises was making your pussy throb with want. As you ran the flat of your tongue across his length, you began to grind against his leg, whimpering as the heat from his body, combined with the friction from his leg and the fabric of your G-string rubbed against your sensitive clit.

“‘M gonna cum. You better swallow every last fucking drop, you hear me?” Chris moaned as he fisted your hair, bucking his hips as he essentially face fucked you. You whimpered and whined as you continued grinding against his leg while your boyfriend came down your throat. Pulling you off his dick to swallow, Chris tapped your chin. “Open.”

Once he had seen that you swallowed, he roughly pulled you off his leg, glaring down at you. “And if you think you’re going to get off on my leg, you are sorely mistaken, princess. If you’re gonna cum, it’s gonna be with your tight little cunt clenched around my dick.”

“But…” You whined, only to be cut off by Chris pushing you against the wall, lips crashing onto your own.

“Not another word out of you,” he mumbled, yanking down your skirt and ripping your tiny thong off in one quick motion. Before you could protest or whine like the brat you were, Chris slammed into you. He began to fuck you with a dizzying rhythm, relentlessly pounding into you. “Be quiet, baby doll. Wouldn’t want six million people to hear you getting your brains fucked out, now would you?”

“You wouldn’t. You’d edit that out.” You grumbled, whimpering as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, making your clit swell.

Nevertheless though, you tried to suppress the noises of your pleasure. It was obscene; your boyfriend fucking you like an animal while his brothers and a rolling camera were right outside. You couldn’t find it in you to care, however. If anything, that just made it hotter.

“Try me.” he husked in your ear, landing a stinging smack to your ass.

Chris could tell you were getting close, and that just excited him more. The thought of what he was about to do you just made him even more horny and renewed his drive to continue fucking you while one hand pinned you against the wall and the other rubbed circles on your dripping clit.

You whimpered and moaned quietly, pinned against the wall as nothing but Chris’s fuckdoll. You had known what your little tantrum would get you, but you loved punishment almost as much as you loved praise. Your pussy clenched with the need to climax and you whined, a pout on your glossy, drooly lips. “Gonna cum…need to, Chris please.” You were practically begging as tears pricked your eyes, your mind hazy and whirling with the all consuming sensation of being fucked out.

“Not until I’ve had mine, baby doll.” he sneered, throwing his head back as he came in you with a loud grunt.

The feeling of being filled with your boyfriend’s cum only made you want to climax more, but you were roughly yanked out of the mood when Chris pulled out suddenly, leaving your legs shaking and your lower stomach aching with want.

“I changed my mind,” Chris growled, but there was a hint of love dotting his blue eyes. “You don’t get to cum today. Not after that little stunt you pulled.”

He began to clean himself up, pulling up his pants and boxers and fixing his hair. You wanted to pout again, especially because he was basically back to ignoring you, but you knew that would result in denial of another orgasm. Once he was acceptable to go back out to his brothers, Chris turned to you, blue eyes stone cold as he stared down at your shaking form that had sunken to the floor. You had been rid of your skirt and panties, leaving you in nothing but your baby tee and your bare thighs that were slick with sweat and your arousal.

“What did we learn today?” Your boyfriend asked you, towering over you.

The way Chris stood over you in his gray sweats and white wife beater made your core throb with arousal again, but you pushed the thought to the side as you looked up to meet his eyes. Your own traveled across his tanned skin and lean muscles that flexed as he stood over you, until you finally met his face. A hard smirk had taken its residence, but you still saw a playful gleam in his eyes at successfully showing you just what having an attitude got.

“...I need to listen or I’ll get punished.” You mumbled, quietly so as not to give him anymore satisfaction than he was already getting.

“And?” Chris added harshly. “Who do you need to listen to?” he quizzed.

“You.” You smiled, giggling up at him.

“Good girl,” Chris whispered, bending down to kiss your forehead, but not before smacking your ass. “Maybe if you’re a good girl you’ll get some real princess treatment next time.”

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 10 months

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.⋆｡Lipstick Stains On His Heart｡⋆.

Matt Murdock x plus size reader

You love kissing Matt, it’s your favourite pastime but others don’t appreciate it, especially when you wear your favourite red lipstick

Warnings: fluff, implied smut

WC: 554

Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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It wasn’t entirely your fault, Matt was just too damn kissable. If you could spend the entire day just kissing his perfect little face, you would, in fact it was the one thing you wanted. And the best part about it, no matter what mood he was in, whether it was being too keyed up on adrenaline from a night in Hell’s Kitchen, or sad because of a perceived failure, your kisses never failed to make him smile.

“Babe, I need to go to work.” Matt gave a half-hearted attempt to push you off his chest but you didn’t budge. You pouted and laid yet another sloppy kiss to his throat. He groaned and tightened his hold on your plush hips. “Foggy needs me for a case.”

“He’s a capable lawyer, he can handle it himself.” Your lips moved up to his chilled jaw, kissing at the dark stubble that lay there. Matt chuckled and rolled you both over so he was now on top of you, nestled between your soft thighs.

The tip of his nose brushed yours affectionately before his lips met yours. “My work is never done, but I promise to make it up to you tonight.” He murmured against you, kissing away your pout.

“Fine but I have unrealistic expectations that you won’t be able to reach.”

Matt slipped from you with one last kiss, missing the way your lips curled into a truly evil smile. “I bet.” He grabbed his clothes and dressed quickly. “I’ll be home tonight with dinner and a special dessert.”

“Dessert better be your lips.” You grumbled, keeping up the act. Matt looked back in the direction of your voice with a raised eyebrow.

“Well my dessert will definitely be your lips. I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you too.” You reluctantly responded. As soon as Matt stepped out of the bedroom, you rolled over and retrieved your tube of lipstick from under your pillow, reapplying the vibrant red to your lips where it had been rubbed off.

“Morning Foggy.” Matt said with a reluctant tone as he strolled into their offices. Immediately, the sounds of typing and rustling paper stopped.

“What’s on your face?” His friend called out.

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Nothing?” He touched his cheek but felt nothing out of the ordinary.

“Oh no it’s definitely something.” He could hear the smile and slight annoyance in Foggy’s voice. He followed Matt into his office. “And I think I know who left it there.”

His thick finger touched Matt’s jaw and wiped something away. “Your girlfriend's lipstick and by the looks of it, you two had a good time this morning.” He teased.

Matt blushed deeply. “Shit, how bad is it?”

“You look like Elmo got into a fight with a giant pair of lips.�� And yet Matt couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you have any wet wipes? I don’t think it would be very professional to show up to court like this.” Foggy chuckled and left the office, presumably to get something to clean him up as Matt fished his phone from his pocket to send you a message.

‘You’ve been naughty, dessert is off the table.’

And as he wiped away your lipstick from his skin, he was incredibly aware that the stain of you would never fade from his heart.

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Foolish (Death note x reader)

How do they react if your comments are not so useful?

L x reader, Mello x reader, Matt x reader, Near x reader

Warnings: Nothing, really

He is certainly quite irritable. He could feel overly nervous when someone did or said something out of place. Regardless of the fact that he felt a certain weakness towards you, he did not show it and nor would he do so in front of other people. You were there for a reason, deep down, the others knew that maybe you were there simply because he wanted it that way and nothing more. Suddenly, you said something, something without thinking in the middle of an important discussion. He just stared at you, with that typical serious face, but with some irritation. That alone was enough to silence you. You knew that perhaps the others could be just as irritated, however, when someone finally dared to suggest that you go out, he looked at them, without saying anything. No one else ever said anything bad to you.

Mello

Yes, show more emotions. Perhaps the hardest about it, he was busy and had a lot to do. You didn't help when you started judging some of his actions. He just rudely told you to shut up and left. He tends to yell a little, in fact. You used to give too many opinions for his liking and he actually considered that he was in charge. Once the anger had passed, he simply strokes your hair and says it was a difficult day.

Matt

Quite carefree, actually. He simply will not take into account comments that he does not believe to be true. You'll say something, he'll mutter and change the subject. Yes, he might get a little irritated, but he'll get over it easily. It's the best you have.

Near

If he's in the middle of an investigation it could be pretty frivolous. He won't disrespect you, but he will tell you that you are wrong and he will give you an explanation for it. Just like that, you can't even deduce that he cares about you from that response. Even if you say a lot of inappropriate comments, he will keep you there and that says a lot.

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saturnluvva · 5 days

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IFHY

pairing: fem!reader + enemy!mattsturniolo

warnings: angst, cussing, jealousy?

blue - matt

pink - reader / y/n

orange - Chris

purple - Nick

summary: when matts biggest enemy y/n starts talking to a boy from his hockey team matt gets jealous.

A/N: I hate this. also, might make this a 2 Parter or a series.

- Matt's POV -

I've hated y/n my whole life she was so difficult to get along with. she was either always talking about boys or makeup which are the most boring things ever. it always confused me on how my brothers even tolerated her as much as they did but I guess that was none of my business.

"EARTH TO MATTHEW" nick yelled in my ear like the idiot he is. "Huh?' I replied I was acting like I didn't hear him at first, but I really didn't Wanna believe what he said 'y/n is moving to LA for the next 2 months!" Me, Chris, and Nick moved to LA about a year or two ago because of our YouTube channel.

I hated how Nick and Chris were friends with y/n because that's mean that I couldn't escape her whether it was a short visit, or a long call made by nick.

"wh-" before I could even say what I had to there was a ring at our door "is that her?!" Chris asked as he ran down the stairs. nick shrugged and went to open the door. there she was the worst person in the world.

- Y/NS POV -

I saw nick and Chris opening the door to their house the first thing I did when i saw nick was giving him a big hug since it felt like forever since id seen him. and I hugged Chris right after even Though he kind of smelled like blue cheese. right after I hugged Chris, I saw him. I put our past behind and walked up to him "hey" but i was met with silence and a look that made me feel uneasy `what do you want" finally he spoke. was it the words I wanted? no but it was good from him "hi. how are yo-" he walked away. he always did this maybe it was his way of thinking he's won the argument. but I wasn't arguing with him this time. "what's his pr-" I heard him slam his door. 'Bitch..." I thought to myself. "That doesn't matter! let's catch up for a while until matt learns not to be a dickhead!" I laughed. nick was always the funnier triplet he always knew what to say and when to say. I spent next two hours catching up with Nick and Chris it was really nice I had talked about all the new people and boys I'd met.

- Matt's POV -

as soon as I came out of my room to get something to eat, I heard that annoying bitch "yeah there's this new guy I'm talking to! his names Austin" Austin. I'd always hated Austin I never knew why though. maybe it was his hair. his smile. his face. or his attitude. he'd always just rubbed me the wrong way. but now he's "talking" to y/n I hate him even more for that. not because I like her or anything it was because he never kept a relationship for more than a month and knowing how much of a crybaby y/n is I just know that once the relationship ends, she's gonna come to nick and Chris crying and I'll never hear the end of it. it felt like he was plotting on me, and I hated it a little more than I hated him and y/n.

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it was 12:00am which was usually the time Chris and Nick were asleep, so I went downstairs to get some leftovers of the canes we had bought earlier. but as soon as I reached the last step, I saw y/n in the living room and walked up to the couch where she was sitting "why are you up so late..." she had jumped from the sound of my voice "just not tired" bullshit. I'd seen her phone in her hand already "texting Austin?" I'd had the biggest smirk ever.

- Y/NS POV -

there he was with that dumb smirk on his ugly face. "No! why would I be doing that?'' "I'm a great liar!" I thought "you're a horrible liar" dammit. "What do you even see in him?" dumb question "he's actually nice to me."

"You should go to sleep. c'mon" "why?" "You know the rule." shit. the rule was that I could only sleep in Nick and Chris's rooms if I go to bed at the same time as them. I've always hated his rule but who was I to break it? exactly. "fine" I rolled my eyes and stood up

I'd l laid down next to him in his bed with my back facing him I didn't mind sleeping in his bed it was the fact that it was his bed.

the curiosity was killing me "so... how many women have you fucked on this bed?" "50" "ew!' I instantly jumped up from his bed and he started laughing. 'I'm kidding." "Maybe like 3 or 4 depends on if you count me actually Cumming at the end" "freak" I was actually disgusted even if he was joking.

"You asked" I ignored him. he was right but I wasn't gonna give the satisfaction of knowing that and he knew it.

I gasped as I felt him lean over me "what?' "You know Austin's only gonna break your heart?' "Shut up." "Nah I'm good sis." I rolled my eyes. it was hard dealing with matt because if he wasn't being a dickhead and annoying the shit out of me, he was being a sassy asshole.

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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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disturbing him (but in a pleasant way).

request: hi! can i have an one-shot with matt’s female s/o giving him head while he’s in the middle of a game?

# tags: scenario; current relationships; romance; smut; gamer!mail & sweet!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sexual activities, handjob & blowjob, sloppy, hair pulling, cum on face

includes: female reader ft. mail jeevas {death note}

author’s note: love it >:)

It was one of the cooler evenings, and Mail was in the middle of the game and completing several missions. The police were also chasing him (GTA things, btw). Nevertheless, he was doing really well, efficiently escaping in his car from a helicopter and two patrols.

In the meantime, you left the shower and started your night-time body care; you used your favorite moisturizing cream for legs and arms, you took care of your face with a serum, you also used oil on the ends of your hair and finished everything with a beautifully scented body mist. Then you brushed your hair and put on your pajamas at the end.

After leaving the bathroom, you immediately went to your boyfriend to spend some time with him before going to bed; he was still gaming, this time he was on a boat, still with the police tail behind him. Matt held a half-burnt cigarette between his lips, and his goggles were on the other side of the couch. He was dressed as always in his favorite striped T-shirt and dark pants. Ah, he was also sitting in the middle on the above-mentioned sofa, without any shoes or socks.

You sat down next to him, and your head automatically fell onto his shoulder. He smelled of cigarettes and his favorite perfumes, and you felt at home.

“Everything's all right?” The boy asked and looked at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, I’m just a little tired.” You admitted softly, closing your eyelids.

“Why don’t you lie down in the bedroom? I will come to you soon, I’ll only finish three missions.” He smiled slightly and you just shook your head. You preferred to spend time with him, even if your boyfriend was just playing games and getting nervous at the light TV screen.

A few longer minutes passed and you finally opened your eyes; you looked at your boyfriend’s face, his hands frantically touching the buttons and his slowly rising stomach. Then your gaze landed lower and you noticed something you hadn’t noticed before. Your boyfriend has always disguised himself very well with his feelings, even the erotic ones... But fortunately you are a really good and caring girl.

So your hand took its place on your boyfriend’s belly, right next to his belly button. Then you moved it much lower – so that it was finally on Mail’s zip. The teen tensed a little and then looks at you.

“What are you doing, baby?”

“I see you need help, so I’m helping you.” You chuckled, and your fingers efficiently unhooked the button and slid down his pants a bit. Your warm hand and the low temperature in the room made goose bumps appear on the brunet’s whole body. Your thumb immediately began forming circles on the tip of the penis and smearing the pre-cum that was slowly flowing out. “Relax, honey. Don’t lose your concentration while the police are chasing you.”

Your hand and fingers squeezed him with sensitivity and moved so as to give your man as much pleasure as possible. You didn’t forget about the testicles, which were some of the most sensitive places on Matt’s body. After another two minutes, however, you decided to get off the couch and take care of his dick in a better way.

“... Y/N?”

“Just don't hit me with the controller.” You gave him a quick wink, and then you knelt just in front of his crotch, immediately taking the standing cock to your mouth. It was slightly salty, but it was an acceptable saltiness that you just liked.

Oral sex was a nice break from everyday life for you two; you both enjoyed giving and taking oral sex. Watching Mail’s facial expressions change was just gratifying to you, and the fact that your boyfriend was your first sexual partner made you proud to have reached the point where you could pride yourself on meeting your boyfriend’s needs well.

Your tongue was constantly working along with your mouth, which was still sucking on your hard standing penis. You also didn’t waste time swallowing saliva, you let it act as a natural lubricant and give your boy more external stimuli.

In the meantime, you were working with both hands all the time; one touched the underside of the dick and the other touched the balls or both thighs. You made it so that Matt couldn’t concentrate on playing a game anymore; he didn’t give a shit about the police and his last mission. That’s why he tossed the black pad to his left side and his dominant hand grabbing at your soft, still scented hair. He grabbed you tightly and his hips started to move sideways and up and down by themselves. The large dose of pleasure you were giving him at that moment was overwhelming. So the male closed his eyelids, allowing his mind to visualize the memories of all your previous nights; how you sat on his face, how you rode him every night, how he took you from behind and bruised your buttocks or boobs. He was thinking of you naked, in your underwear, in a bathing suit. He remembered having sex in the car during the trip to the lake, and every intercourse in the shower in your apartment.

“Good girl.” He grunted at one point, and one of his eyes opened. Saliva ran down your chin and your hair was messy - yet you looked cute and sexy to him. “You’re so good at this.”

You looked straight into his eyes, smiling. Your eyesight was confident and your movements became more powerful. As soon as you heard your boyfriend sigh, and his fingers grip more and more in your hair, you took the wet cock out of your mouth, still moving your smaller than his hand.

The white, salty liquid hit your face, and you closed your eyelids a little. When Matt finished you opened them with a glance at him.

“You look good with me on your face.” He said, leaning in after a moment and trying with his thumbs wipe the cum off your cheeks.

“I need to wash myself again, you know?” You asked, or rather stated. But you didn’t say it bad tone of voice, quite the contrary. “Maybe we’ll wash ourselves together?”

A few images of your moments together reappeared in Mail's head, so he kissed you lightly on the forehead and nodded.

“Yes, let’s wash ourselves together.”

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chaigirly · 2 months

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Matt Taylor

You think you’re cooler than me ⬅️ Link

Preview ⤵️

“You like who?”

“Y/N…”

“WHAT?!”

“How can I not? I mean just look.”

“Matt, I know but cmon,” Mike says. “Y/N is wayyyy out of your league, no offense.”

Matt sighs into his chair as he looks at you from afar.

It was true, you had everything going for you: your hair, your body, your eyes, your style, your everything was just perfect.

He watched you fondly as you talked with Emily and Ashley, your light blue jeans hugging your legs and waist.

You looked so pretty like a supermodel with your perfected makeup and rich like one with your designer sunglasses on your face.

He’d do anything for you, to get to know what you’re actually like.

The way you held yourself was too confident to be real, like you were hiding something behind your confidence and he wanted to know what it was.

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bookishdreamer28 · 3 months

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Height difference

I hope you'll like it 👐

Mattheo is obsessed with the way his body is towering over yours. He has found himself thinking of how you'd perfectly fit in his arms many times and he can't help but feel his whole body getting hot at the very thought. From the very first moment Theodore introduced you to their group, he was instantly besotted. He was entirely mesmerized by you.

Every time you wanted to grab something that was out of your reach, he was standing closely behind you just to help you, but in reality all he wanted was to feel your small frame against his. And when you look up at him all puppy-eyed, with those eyes, he knew he was down bad already. And he knew he had fallen deeply for you.

He loved teasing you cause your reactions to his teasing were absolutely worthwhile. Seeing your flustered face was something he adored.

"How you're doing shorty?" He said in his baritone voice and it took everything in you not to punch the smugness off of his face.

"Stop calling me shorty" you tried look mad and scary with your angry expression but Mattheo wanted to just grab your face and kiss the shit out of you.

"Ok then how about...pixie-"

"NO!" You exclaimed and walked away from him, not being able to stay any longer around his presence but one thing you didn't notice, was Mattheo laughing quietly behind you because he found your walk absolutely adorable.

When he gets to hug you, that's when he feels like his heart will burst out. It's the way you snuggle your head in his chest, the way your arms are wrapped around his waist, and the warmth that instantly engulfing him when he feels your heart beating against him. Everything about this feeling is perfect. You just fitted perfectly.

His most fave thing about your height difference, is when you tip toe every time you want to kiss him. He's just standing there, the corner of his lips curving upwards displaying a cheeky smile on his face as he watches you struggling while you're trying to give him a kiss.

"You know you can lean down a bit right? I can't do all the work here" you frowned as you looked up at him. He pinched you cheek softly and traced his thumb in soft circles there.

"Yeah but you have no idea how adorable you l- ouch!" You slapped his hand.

"Now, don't make me bend your head down here by force"

"I would gladly let you love" he chuckled and you smirked as you placed your forehead on your palm, sighing.

"Enough with the teasing Riddle, now kiss me" you looked up again, waiting for his lips to finally crush on yours. He felt his heart pounding like crazy against his chest.

He laughed and instead of leaning his head down, he crouched down and scooped you up into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and he placed one hand under your thigh and the other around your waist. Kissing you was earth-shattering. The fieeling of your soft lips locking with his, was something he has been craving for so long.

Once you pulled away, you expected him to put you down but he still held you tight against him.

"Will you put me down now?" You tried to fight back a smile as you felt his hold becoming a bit tighter, his locked on you the whole time.

"Nope, I love having you like this love" he murmured against your lips and you giggled as you once again captured your lips together in a kiss which caused your eyes to flutter close and enjoy the feeling.

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teapartyprincess4two · 2 months

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Carnal Desires- M. Sturniolo

pairing: girlfriend!reader x boyfriend!Matt

classification: smut

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, slight cursing, oral sex, established relationship, short, no use of y/n

inspiration: request, I put a big spin on this request lolol bc I’ve written car sex before and felt like we needed something different

summary: You join Matt and his family on a vacation, and get lost together while on a hike. Instead of freaking out, you two take advantage of the sudden alone time.

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This vacation was supposed to be fun for you, full of laughter and adventures as you and Matt’s family explored the island and all it had to offer. You were looking forward to spending alone time with Matt in between the week’s packed schedule, maybe sneak in a session or two, but instead you were forced to share a room with Nick.

You love Nick and you wouldn’t mind sharing a room with him under any other circumstances, but all you wanted was quality time with your boyfriend. Mary Lou made the room arrangements, and although she knows you and Matt were having sex regularly, it wasn’t going to happen under her watch. So, instead of enjoying your time in paradise with your boyfriend, you’re being tortured and touch-starved.

Matt feels the same way every time he sees you wearing a bikini at the pool, a pair of shorts that hug you just right, or even when you’re eating and he watches your lips wrap around a fork. All he wants to do is drag you away and fuck you in the nearest secluded area, but he had to remind himself to keep his interactions with you family friendly.

This was going to be such a long trip to say the least.

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“Watch your step, baby,” Matt instructs, pointing towards the rocks that litter the path ahead. You hated hiking, especially in the hot island sun, but the tour guide promised a waterfall at the end that you just couldn’t pass up. You offer Matt a kind smile, holding onto him for support as you trudge further and further up the mountain. His arm stiffens as he supports your weight, helping you push yourself up a large rock.

His eyes trail up your legs, the shorts you’re wearing riding up slightly and exposing your asscheek. All week he’s struggled to keep his hands off of you, especially with his family so close all the time. But they’re pretty far up the hiking trail, he wonders if he’ll have enough time to push you up against the rock, pull down your shorts, and finally fuck you.

He debates it for a while, chewing the inside of his lip to distract himself from the growing sensation in his pants, but he’s broken from his thoughts by your voice, “Matt c‘mon we’re gonna get lost out here!” You’re crouched at the edge of the rock, stretching an arm out for him which causes your top to fall forward just enough to expose the bikini you’re wearing underneath.

All he wants to do is rip it off and watch your tits bounce as you ride him. “I’m coming,” he grunts, taking a hold of your hand and using the other to push himself up. He’s sweaty and sunburnt, slowly becoming tired of this dumb hike. You can tell he’s becoming overwhelmed and annoyed, so you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Don’t be so grumpy,” you tease with a downturned smile, pecking his lips playfully. His jaw is clenched, trying to stretch his neck far enough for you to miss his mouth. Your lips fall on his jaw, feathering a few kisses down his neck teasingly. “C’mon baby, just a little smile,” you continue to tease, your breath tickling the skin of his neck.

A small chuckle finally escapes his mouth, his tough guy demeanor crumbling and being replaced with a playful expression. “Why are you so grumpy?” your tone is still cheery because, despite also being tired, you’re trying to remain positive.

“Because we’re lost,” he replies blankly, allowing his arms to snake around your waist until his arms rest comfortable on your ass. He squeezes your ass, massaging the skin shortly after. You see the opportunity for a corny remark and take it, “I’m not lost if I’m with you.”

This causes him to burst out in laughter, finally giving in and returning the kiss, “you’re so fucking corny.” You smile into the kiss, you knew exactly what to do to make him feel better.

“I can make you feel better,” you reply between kisses, allowing your lips to travel further down his jawline and neck. He hums in response, the suggestion immediately sending blood rushing to his dick. You take this as an invitation to go through with your actions, slowly kneeling in front of Matt until you’re facing his crotch.

He watches in shock and excitement as you wiggle into the ground and begin unbuckling his shorts. Were you really going to suck his dick in the middle of the dense jungle? What if someone else came through the hiking path? Or worse, what if his family emerged from the dense flora and caught you with his dick in your mouth? As frightening as the idea was, it was also exciting, and Matt never the type to turn down a blowjob.

He watches in awe as you pull his shorts down, palming his dick through the fabric of his boxers. You kiss his penis through the cloth, waiting for a reaction from Matt. “Don’t tease,” he groans, causing you to finally slowly pull his boxers down.

Once it’s free, Matt’s hard dick slaps against his stomach, precum already forming at the red, swollen tip. You take a firm grip of him, slowly pumping and placing a sloppy kiss on his tip. He tastes salty, his precum mixing with the sweat from having hiked for hours.

His jaw is slack and his eyes are scrunched as you finally wrap your mouth around his tip. You’d usually take your time and tease Matt until he was begging for you to do something, but you’re so hungry for him that you can’t help but deep throat him instantly. Matt’s tip hits the back of your throat, causing him to instinctively buck his hips into your mouth.

Strong hands take a hold of your hair, creating a make-shift ponytail to provide him with the leverage necessary to fuck your face. You’re gagging around his cock, his hips snapping into your face and his hands pushing your head back and forth. Tears brim at your eyes with each thrust, your hands holding onto Matt’s thighs both for support and in an attempt to slow his movements.

He’s unrelenting, though, forgetting entirely about your need for oxygen. You moan around him, cheeks hollowing tight enough to help push Matt past his breaking point. His eyes are training on you, watching in awe as bubbles of saliva drip down your chin.

“So. Fucking. Sexy,” he grunts with each thrust, pulling out completely with a loud pop. Matt pumps his cock from above your face, giving you enough time to catch your breath before you’re opening your mouth again for him. He groans at your willingness to please, placing his fat, heavy cock on your flat tongue.

You scoot closer to him eagerly, waiting for him to paint your tongue with his cum. “So beautiful and eager,” he murmurs, stroking his cock one last time before unloading his cum in your mouth. Some of it shoots out far enough to land on your face, engraving an image in Matt’s head that he’s sure to use later.

One of your fingers scoops up the stray cum that frosted tour face, popping the remnants in your mouth as you stare intently at Matt. You want him to remember this for the remainder of this trip, to think about you on your knees with his cum on your face. You want him to remember how well you took his cock and for images of you to flood his mind at night, forcing him to find you and fuck you in another secluded, undisclosed location.

Without another word, you kiss his tip and spring up from the floor. “I think they went this way,” you say, pointing in a random direction, but if you were being honest you lost track of the group long before you dropped to your knees. Matt watches you in confusion, how were you able to recover so easily while he still stood there with his cock out? He’s barely coming down from his high, but he pulls his pants up and follows you anyway.

Matt’s skeptical, not entirely trusting your sense of direction. “Are you sure? It doesn’t look like anyone’s gone that way… ever,” he replies, taking in his surroundings. You wave him off, pushing through highly forested terrain as you attempt to find the group again.

“I’m sure. We’ll be fine,” you dismiss, leading the way deeper into the jungle. Hopefully Matt remained in a good mood for the rest of the hike, if not you’d be forced to work your magic again.

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At this point you don’t know which way is left and which is right, you’re just walking for the sake of moving. There are no trails in sight, but there are rocks at every twist and turn, and the sun is beginning to set. “I think we’re lost,” you finally admit, stopping abruptly in your tracks and doing a full 360 in an attempt to relocate yourself.

“You think?” Matt replies in a sarcastic tone, running an exasperated hand through his hair. You ignore his tone, chalking it up to the hike having worn him out. He was easily irritable, but you knew of a few ways to fix that.

“Well I hear water this way. That could be the waterfall?” you say, throwing a thumb behind you to signal that that’s where you hear the water coming from. Matt’s equally as lost as you are, but since you were the one leading the way it was easy to place the blame on you. “It could be, but what if it isn’t?” he retorts, raising his voice slightly.

“We’re already lost, Matt. What does it matter if it isn’t the waterfall?” you reply, mocking his voice slightly as you send him an annoyed look. You decide to just ignore him and begin walking towards the water instead of arguing in the middle of a deserted island, surrounded by dense vegetation and predators that were sure to wake when the sun set.

Matt throws his hands up in the air out of frustration as he follows behind you. If you were Chris or Nick he probably would’ve lashed out at you already, but he bites his tongue because he realizes that there’s no point in arguing. The only reason he’s responding so harshly is because he’s letting the situation and his pent up sexual frustration get the best of him.

The water gets louder the further you walk and the air becomes cooler. Finally, after pushing past vines and leaves, you see the roaring stream of water. Foam forms at the edge of the cliff where the water meets the ground, creating a large pool deep enough to swim in. It was such a beautiful sight, you couldn’t help but immediately throw your backpack to the ground and kick your shoes off.

“Told you it was the waterfall,” you say in excitement, suddenly feeling energetic again. You make swift work of your shirt, removing it before unbuckling your shorts. Matt’s equally as excited, tugging his shorts off as he watches you shimmy out of yours.

Your ass jiggles each time you pull at your shorts, finally revealing the bikini you wore underneath. Matt’s in his boxers, the fabric loose around his thighs but becoming tight around his crotch. He’s no longer frustrated with you, all he can think about is fucking you in the water, the water splashing each time he bucks into you.

His carnal, animalistic desires overrun his mind as images of you on the jungle floor with his cock balls deep in your mouth replay in his head. Matt joins you in the cool water, ready to have another adventure with you.

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The sun has set and the moon has now replaced its position in the sky, shining down on you both while you effortlessly wade through the water. The pool is deep enough to reach your shoulders, but it reaches Matt’s lower chest. The loud, relentless waterfall makes it hard to hear Matt when he speaks so you’re forced to press your face against his to hear him.

“You look so sexy, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his face so close to yours that you can feel his stubble graze your cheek with each word. Matt’s hands pull you close to him from under the water, allowing your legs to wrap around his torso as he supports your weight. Your ass settles just above his crotch, inches away from his throbbing penis.

You hum in response, pulling your face away slightly to capture his lips in a kiss. Nature managed to provide you with the perfect ambiance, perfectly secluded from all civilization for the first time this week. “I missed you all week,” you whispered into the kiss, giving Matt the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He’s immediately moaning into the kiss, his tongue lapping in your sweet juices. He places two strong hands on your ass, pushing you down on his growing erection, eliciting a strained whimper from you. “Feel that?” he grunts, forehead flush with yours as he presses his crotch so hard on yours you can feel everything. His eyes are locked on yours, searching for a reaction.

Your core clenches instinctively at his words, you wish you could feel him. It seems like the waterfall becomes louder the more worked up you become, both of you blissfully unaware of the world around you. The stars are twinkling from above and the moon is shining directly on the pool of water you swim in, serving as a spotlight for the show you and Matt were about to put on.

His mouth is back on you, hungrily trailing kisses down the wet skin of your neck. He stops right above your collar bone, sucking and biting the skin until it’s purple. You’re gripping his hair and grinding down onto him, allowing the water to help you move effortlessly. All you want is to feel him closer after an entire week apart.

“Matt, just fuck me already,” you moan, becoming desperate for his touch. Usually he’d tease you and tell you to be patient, but even he was desperate for relief. He pulls you into another kiss, swiftly tugging his cock out of his boxers in the process. You try adjusting yourself over Matt, his fingers expertly moving your bikini to the side, causing you to squirm slightly as the fabric presses against your sensitive clit.

“Stay still,” he grumbles, aligning his cock with your entrance. You immediately do as you you’re told, eager to please and even more eager to feel him inside you. Without a second thought, his left hand is pushing you down on him and the right is keeping his cock in place. An immediate sigh of relief leaves Matt’s mouth once he bottoms out inside of you, adjusting himself so he’s able to support you from under your thighs. The sensation is euphoric, causing Matt’s knees to tremble as he tries to ground himself on the rocky floor beneath him.

Your legs are wrapped around Matt’s waist, using the position as leverage to begin bouncing up and down on his dick slowly. The momentum of your movements causes the water to push and pull around you, slapping against your chest with each thrust. “I missed this,” he moans, eyes squeezed tight as he tries to compose himself. The feeling is so pent up that he’s sure to bust in seconds, so he focuses on lasting long so he can make you feel good.

“I missed this too, baby. So much,” you reply, hanging on by Matt’s shoulders as you throw your head back in pleasure. You’re clenching around him, your pussy sucking him in deeper. Loud moans are coming from both of you, the waterfall swallowing them and washing them away.

Matt watches as your boobs bounce violently, threatening to spill out of your tight bikini top. It’s like they’re teasing him, willing him to pull the bikini off and toss it deep into the jungle. He yanks it down before he can stop himself, freeing your tits and immediately groaning at the sight.

You look so sexy on top of him, taking him like a champ and giving him a show while doing it. His hips rut into you quickly, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. Your tits press against his chest, sensitive nipples grazing against his skin.

He’s fucking you so hard and fast at this point that his dick slips out of you, slapping against your clit in the process. The sensation causes your legs to shake and your core to clench once again. “Fuck,” he whimpers at the loss of contact, taking a hold of his cock and rubbing it against your pussy.

Matt manages to slip back into your folds aggressively, pounding into you at the same relentless pace from before. This was the sloppiest sex you’d ever had with Matt, but after a week completely deprived of him you’d gladly welcome it.

You’re both soaked, somehow managing to float under the waterfall. The pressurized water rains down on you, the stream coming down on you so hard it unties your bikini causing it to float downstream. “Matt! My top,” you gasp, reaching for your bikini and pushing your boobs together in the process.

Matt groans at the sight, your pillowy breasts bouncing as he fucks you like it’s the first and last time. Your spongy walls push against his penis, causing a sensation that sends him past his breaking point.

“We’ll get it later,” he responds between grunts, snapping his hips into you one last time before unloading his cum inside you. Just because he’s no longer moving doesn’t mean you aren’t still bouncing on his dick, causing it to twitch from the sensitivity.

“Babe,” he chuckles, his body instinctively attempting to pull away as the overstimulation becomes too much. You ignore him, chasing your climax with each jump. All he can do is hold onto you firmly and use all his strength to prevent his knees from buckling.

Finally, you’re convulsing around his cock and moaning loudly as your orgasm washes over your body. The sight is beautiful, your wet hair stuck to your skin, and your eyes rolling so far to the back of your head that all Matt sees is white.

He feels a sense of pride in making you feel this good, he’s never seen you react this animated during sex before. The combination of the location, the stimulation from the water, and the pent up sexual frustration being enough to intensify your orgasm.

Matt pulls you off of him slowly, gently placing you back down on the rocky floor. He gives you a goofy, fucked out smile as he glances down at your bare chest. Your bikini top is floating down stream quickly, threatening to get lost in the wilderness with each passing second. Your arms are quick to wrap around your chest, suddenly feeling exposed like you weren’t just having the loudest sex ever.

“I’ll get it,” he chuckles, adjusting his boxers and swimming downstream effortlessly towards your top. You thank God for sending you such an observant and kind boyfriend, one who was willing to make you feel good and then take care of you afterwards.

Once he reaches it, he throws the bikini your way, causing water to splash in your face. Even though he was just balls deep in you, you find yourself turning your back to him while you put the bikini back on. He’s too busy swimming against the stream to notice though, the realization of how lost you truly were finally settling in.

For now, though, the two of you were content with a night under the stars away from prying eyes.

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nicksbestie · 2 months

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Hey! Could you write one where Matt is having really bad anxiety because of the Wheel of Doom video (the one where he has to eat ketchup) and his girlfriend is super comforting and takes care of him if he’s sick after?

Anxious - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Matt hates the videos that make him feel awful, but you always know how to make him feel much better <3

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

Warnings :

Word Count :

A/N : As a picky eater this was an amazing req to write <3

There were some videos that Matt absolutely hated filming. He enjoyed the general idea of the videos, he even enjoyed watching other people film and create them, but he really didn’t like doing some of them himself. Unfortunately for him, he was often outvoted on those videos, two to one, since Nick and Chris were normally up for just about anything. This Friday’s video was one of those kinds of videos, and Matt was trying not to freak out. They were filming a Wheel of Doom video, and there were very few good options to land on. He knew he would have to be incredibly lucky, and he wasn’t sure how long his luck would last before completely running dry.

It started off okay, with him landing on the “water for a week” slot. It was frustrating, because of the fact that he had just finished doing exactly that, but it wasn’t awful, nor was it painful. He was okay with that one, but it did little to settle the anxiety swirling in his stomach. His second turn went even better, with him landing on an already empty spot, and he got to sit that round out. After the third turn, when it landed on one of his brothers getting to post on his story, his anxiety was starting to level out, but he was still slightly worried about what was left on the wheel.

His fourth turn kept him out of trouble once again, landing on an already empty spot, and he continued to watch his brothers turn. The same thing happened again for his fifth turn, and as things disappeared off of the wheel he began to think that he could get through this, hopefully avoiding any of the bad choices that were left. He was beginning to enjoy himself, especially when Chris landed on the slot of “100 pushups”. However, as there were only a few options left, his anxiety was beginning to race again as one of the options that he really did not want to do was left on the wheel.

Chris was still finishing his pushups, and Matt was hiding his anxiety behind laughing at his brothers, trying to be supportive in some clips, keeping up their usual banter. His turn came dangerously close to landing on a spot filled with a nasty challenge, and you could easily see the relief on his face. As they continued to spin, he clarified in the video that he couldn’t stand the ketchup challenge, and he was really hoping that someone else landed on it before he did. Unfortunately, his luck had run out, and it finally landed on the yellow space as he stared at it blankly.

Chris was drinking his egg challenge before Matt had to do his consequence, and that time was simply causing him to freak out more, his nervous laughter easily heard in the background as he watched the way Chris was reacting. He was talking to Nick, attempting to distract himself as Chris finished his consequences, and before he knew it, he was sitting in the same spot that Chris once was, staring at a small fry that was almost halfway covered in ketchup, regretting every choice he’d ever made.

Just looking at him, you could tell that he was completely freaked out, hating having to eat things that he didn’t like. He had told you about the video that he was planning to film, and you had been there, behind the camera, watching the whole thing, as you were for a lot of their content, laughing along with them, but also knowing that this was a very real possibility of him having to do this consequence. So, you were off camera, but right there in case something went wrong and he needed you. You had also heard Nick say that the camera was dying, which helped in some ways because you knew it would get Matt to quickly eat it, or spit it out, and then he’d be done with the video and could get off of the camera if he needed to do anything more drastic. Chris was yelling at him to swallow the french fry once he finally ate it, and he immediately got off of the camera as soon as he was done, and he disappeared into his room. Nobody except you would see how he was feeling after the video ended, and it was not good.

When he got up, saying that he was going to go cry in his room, he hadn’t lied. You had followed him into his room the second that the camera had turned off, and found him downing the root beer he had grabbed from the fridge, desperate for the taste to leave his mouth. There were tears in his eyes, always having been more sensitive to food, especially ones he didn’t like, and once he set the root beer down, he immediately laid down in bed, letting you lay down next to him. Once you laid down, he clung to you, resting his head on your lap, and you ran your hands through his hair.

“How are you doing, baby?”

He didn’t speak at first, scrolling on his phone for a couple of quiet seconds before he looked up at you, shrugging, and he had a sad look in his eyes.

“Not great. I can feel my stomach starting to hurt.”

You gave him a sad look back, gently combing through his hair, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“It’s going to be okay sweetheart. Your anxiety is getting the best of you, baby. It’s going to be alright.”

There were so many cuddles and gentle comforts shared from you to Matt that night, soft kisses, stomach rubs, and a lot of love. You didn’t speak too much more to him that night, but right before he fell asleep, he mumbled something you barely caught.

“I’m never eating ketchup again.”

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inkyray · 24 days

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okay matt is winning on the poll thing and i lowkey knew that would happen

as a matt WHORE i was gonna write about him first either way so lucky me

so far wrote... 3k words... and they've only just started making out..

anyway ramadan kareem keepin it holy

#matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #the sturniolos #matt x reader #matt x y/n #christopher owen sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you

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bratzforchris · 1 month

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I love dad!Chris, but what about dad!Matt?

Dad Energy ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*

Dad!Matt headcanons because he would genuinely be the best father in the world and I have baby fever 😋 No warnings! Enjoy<3

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*

𐙚 matt sturniolo is 1000000% a girl dad. argue with a wall.

𐙚 he genuinely gets so excited when you tell him you're pregnant. he's always wanted to be a father, and now he gets to do it with the love of his life<3

𐙚 since multiples are genetic, you'd probably end up with little twin girls

𐙚 shopping for and decorating the nursery is probably the most fun you two have ever had together and matt definitely goes overboard with the toys and decorations

"matt, we have a lamb stuffed animal for both of them, babe"

"but this one has a bow"

𐙚 doing belly photoshoots every week and he always makes sure there's a photo of him kissing your belly because he wants your girls to know that he loves them in every way, shape, and form

𐙚 matt's the most supportive husband during labor; feeding you ice chips, wiping your face with a cool cloth, and holding your hand the whole time. even the nurses and doctors comment on how in love with you he looks and acts

𐙚 he definitely cries the first time he holds your daughters and he isn't ashamed of it

𐙚 "you're going to grow up to be just like me and your uncles"

"oh god, i don't think the world can handle that"

𐙚 when he does the dad walk out of the hospital carrying the carseats and wearing the other parents bracelet...

𐙚 having twins is not easy, but matt is so supportive of you and his babies. whenever they wake up in the middle of the night needing a feed or a change, he gently presses a kiss to your head and tucks in you, saying that he's got it

"you just rest, hun. they'll be okay with daddy for a while"

𐙚 matt always makes funny faces at the girls to make them laugh

𐙚 once they start getting into the toddler stage and are able to play with toys and stuffed animals, he gives them his stuffed animals from when he was a kid<3

𐙚 the twins look just like him with the same fluffy brown hair and bright blue eyes

𐙚 speaking of toddlers, the terrible two's aren't as bad when you and matt handle it together

"how did they get spaghetti sauce behind the refrigerator..."

"they take after chris"

𐙚 both of your daughters are so attached to matt. they love giving him makeovers, making him play barbies and tea party, and every art project they do in preschool says "to daddy!!!" in their baby scrawl

𐙚 matt never, ever raises his voice at them. he knows how bad it can feel to think someone's mad at you, even as a little kid, so he always uses gentle voices and soft coaxing when parenting

𐙚 they LOVE to color in his tattoos and "make them pretty"

𐙚 even though the girls are twins, you and matt both make sure to spend quality time with each of them

𐙚 matt is there for everything. he doesn't miss a single ballet recital, soccer game, or school fair

𐙚 he's not ashamed to do "girly" things either. he'll sit through manicures, hair styling, and come to every daddy/daughter dance

𐙚 "you're the best dad ever, you know that, right?"

"what can i say? marylou raised me well"

𐙚 you definitely have to hold him back the first time one of your daughters get their heartbroken

𐙚 matt never makes his daughters feel bad or weird when they start going through puberty. he loves them just the same and reminds them that it's totally normal. sometimes, he'll even bring them some extra chocolate

𐙚 both girls get matching tattoos with him on their 18th birthday

𐙚 matt would genuinely be the sweetest, most supportive father and husband. he always puts your and your daughter's needs before his own, because he knows he signed up for that, and he's glad to fill those shoes<3

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