#Matt X Reader

[mattswish]

౨ৎ church boy ౨ৎ

content: suggestive, matt asking reader to wear a certain thong, pet names, intro!

wc: 0.6k

it was a early morning on sunday, it always was. every sunday it was a routine. you would wake up, rub the blur out of your eyes, get dressed then pretend like you give a fuck while sitting in church. it wasn’t always like that. you used to enjoy it when you were little and actually had faith. after your mom died your dad stopped going. he got angry faster, his patience was a thin line, thinner than you would ever assume. he started going again because people were feeding him “the end of the world” bullshit. as if going to church automatically makes you a good person.

it wasn’t always easy to pretend like you cared about what the preacher was blabbering about. it was even harder to pretend you didn’t want to fuck matthew sturniolo. he worked at the church, always came every sunday, sometimes even spoke up for the preacher when he was sick. but something didn’t seem right, he looked a little too good to be a little church boy. if there was a god, you were going straight to hell for the sins you wanted to do with him, he probably knew that too. he would always find your eyes already looking at him, whether you were sitting in front of him or behind him in the booths. today started off normal. you woke up and put your outfit on. you wore a baby pink sweater with a white long skirt on. you sat down in your usual seat beside your father with matt one row behind you. you didn’t even last a minute before turning your head back to see matt over your shoulder. he didn’t notice you at first so you took him in. he was wearing his classic blue jeans with a creamish sweater. you also noticed he was wearing a horse necklace, he always did, it was a matthew sturniolo staple. you always wondered why he came. was it because he worked here or did he actually have faith, he just didn’t seem like the person to wanna be saved. your daydreaming got cut off by his eyes. your head instantly turned back around as your cheeks flushed. no matter how many times you got caught looking it would never not be embarrassing. everyone stood up for the opening song which gave you a opportunity you’ve finally gained confidence to take. you lifted your arms up pretending to stretch just for your sweater to ride up to reveal your white thin thong. you subtly looked at matt and saw him looking at it. he took the the bait.

the rest of church went by slow. it was boring, you stood when you had to, and didn’t sing. it wasn’t natural to you, you’d very much rather be having a date with your rose toy right about now. you sighed with relief as the preacher dismissed everyone. “i’m gonna talk to the preacher for a bit, be good and stay put.” your dad said as he walked away from you, leaving you standing by the door to the now cleared out room. “hey.” a voice rang out behind you. it was matt. “oh uh hello.” a light pink flush went across your cheeks. “your y/n, right? i’m matthew.” you gave him a nod in response. “so you work here?” you asked. “yeah it’s not bad, plus i can see pretty girls like you.” he smirked. ah, so he was the confident type. “think i can get your insta?”

you felt your phone vibrate, instantly you picked it up. it was matt. you opened instagram and clicked on his profile. “2.9 mil?” you say out loud. of course, you let your curiosity get the best of you. you looked at his account for over an over before you realized you never texted him back.

a soft smile left your lips. you finally had matt in your finger tips, figuratively of course. you two talked for hours about meaningless things. some sweet and some..-

a/n: this is basically the intro so it’s ass and not too freaky yet💔

masterlist/taglist

as always, fuck trump

tags: @courta13 @nxvasturns @mattspillowprincess @2prettyysturniolo @darylsmercy @dollifyy

[strnilolover]

Blurb of reader and she’s superrrr horny so after Matt finishes and he pulls out she’s still begging for more so he eats her out

⌗ . . . GREEDY GIRL

WARNINGS : SMUT. PNV. ORAL (f receiving). DEGRADING.

matt’s hips were grinding forward, spilling ropes of his cum deep inside you—breeding you. you were panting—your pussy raw from how hard he just fucked you—but somehow, somehow, it still wasn’t enough.

matt had barely pulled out—his cum beginning to drip out of you, trailing down the inside of your thighs. and you whimpered at the loss of him, your hips lifting to try and chase the feeling. your voice was laced with need when you spoke. “m’still—still not done, matt. need more, please.” you begged. your walls were clenching around nothing—just needing something inside you.

and he blinked down at you, his chest rising and falling, lips parted like he didn’t quite believe what he just heard. but when he notices the desperate little roll of your hips? the way your fingers twitched like they wanted to reach for him again? and the hunger still in your eyes?

it was like he couldn’t tell you no.

“fuck.” he breathed. “didn’t i just fuck you full? my cum’s still leaking outta ya, and you’re already begging for more?” he mocked, and you nodded with tears in your lashes. “i can’t help it.” you whimpered, reaching for him again, legs falling open without shame. “still need it—i need you.”

matt huffed out a laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe how far gone you were. but he was already moving, pushing your legs up and spreading them wider as he settled between them, lips inches from your soaked, messy pussy.

“greedy fuckin’ girl.” he muttered, gathering spit in his mouth before he spat, bringing his fingers up to drag two of them through the mess he left behind—watching the way you clenched.

your breath hitched when he leaned in, his tongue licking a broad stripe from your leaking hole all the way to your clit. and you cried out, your thighs threatening to close around his head as one of your hands fly to his hair—the other grabbing at the sheets.

matt groaned into you—the vibrations making you cry. he pulled away for just a moment, you could feel how hot his breath was as he spoke. “fuck. y’taste so good baby—don’t even care ‘bout the mess i made here.” he muttered, his eyes flicking up to you. “you like this, hm?” he asked. but he didn’t wait for an answer.

he just latched onto your clit, sucking hard until your back arched off the bed and you were crying out his name as your body shook. your orgasm crashed over you fast—your moans sounded pornographic—it was so unexpected.

your hands grappled at his hair, tugging hard as you ground against his face, riding out your high. matt didn’t stop moving his tongue until you were trying to jerk your hips away from him.

when he pulled away his face was messy. your cum dripped down his face and mixed with his spit that ran along his lips. your eyes felt so heavy as you stared at him, a satisfied smile spreading across your lips.

but he didn’t return it. instead he smirked—reaching down to hoist your hips up higher, pushing them back up against your chest. you gasped, a whine slipping as you tried to wiggly away.

“you can give me another one, right sweetheart? since y’wanna be so fucking greedy.”

a/n : yes. yes. yes.

[malsmind]

one more.

𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

contains ➛ ★ dry humping ★ best friends to something ★ thigh riding ★ dirty talk ★ pet names ★ praising ★ multiple orgasms ★ overstimulation ★ matt makin’ a mess in his pants ★

𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦!

word count: 1.8k

the fight wasn’t even about anything serious. maybe that’s what pissed you off the most. just a few careless words thrown back and forth. a sarcastic comment. a defensive look. something that snowballed too fast. you’d rolled your eyes, muttered something under your breath, and before you knew it, you were storming off, heart pounding too hard for how stupid it all was. matt followed you, of course he did.

“can you stop walking away from me?” he called out, voice low but firm.

you didn’t answer. just pushed the back door open and stepped into the yard, letting the night air cool the heat in your cheeks. it was quiet outside—just the low hum of the city a few blocks off, the chirp of crickets, the gentle rustle of leaves. the bench near the edge of the yard was cold beneath you when you sat down, arms crossed tight, eyes on the ground. then the door creaked again. he stepped out. you didn’t look at him. not at first. he didn’t say anything either. just walked over and sat beside you on the bench, not too close. not too far. just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence, familiar and frustrating and safe all at once.

“i didn’t mean to piss you off,” he said eventually. “i just… i don’t know. you seemed off lately.”

“and you thought pushing my buttons would help?” you muttered.

he sighed, rubbed the back of his neck. “no. i thought being your friend meant i could say dumb shit sometimes without you walking out.”

that one hit deeper than you wanted it to. because he wasn’t wrong. and maybe you weren’t just mad at him. maybe you were mad at yourself. or everything. or the way your heart had been feeling so loud around him lately and you didn’t know what to do about it. you pulled a lighter from your pocket, flicked it open, and lit the blunt you’d tucked behind your ear earlier. took a drag, slow and quiet. the smoke filled your lungs, settled in your chest.

matt watched you, eyes soft now. no more irritation. just… something else. something gentler. like he could feel that this wasn’t really about the argument anymore. you passed the blunt to him without a word. he took it. inhaled. held. exhaled. silence again. but this one didn’t sting. it just… lingered.

and then somehow, without really thinking about it, you ended up leaning into him. shoulder to shoulder. thigh to thigh. the kind of closeness that used to feel normal, until your body started reacting differently every time he touched you. you don’t know who moved first. maybe it was you. maybe it was him. maybe it was both of you, drawn into each other like gravity. but you ended up beneath him on that old wooden bench, his body hovering over yours, supported on his forearms, his face inches from yours.

“this is a bad idea,” you whispered.

“probably,” he whispered back.

but neither of you moved. his thigh slipped between yours naturally, his knee brushing up against the heat of your center, the rough denim of his jeans dragging against you as your breath caught in your throat. matt’s eyes darkened.

“fuck,” he murmured, voice low, like he wasn’t even saying it to you. “you’re not wearing—”

“i am. shorts. just… thin ones,” you breathed, hands gripping his shirt.

you didn’t mean for your hips to move. they just did. just a soft grind. testing. craving. and the friction—god, it was too much. too sharp. too good. the pressure of his thigh against your aching center sent a jolt up your spine and had your lips parting with a tiny, broken sound. he heard it. felt it. his lips found your neck, slow and warm and dangerous, kissing down to the place just beneath your jaw that always made you shiver. and when his thigh flexed slightly, pushing up into you with just a little more pressure, u whimpered. actual whimpered, clutching at the fabric of his shirt like you might float away otherwise.

“jesus,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to look at you. “you’re sensitive.”

you nodded helplessly, biting your lip, grinding again. his hands slipped under your hoodie, fingers splayed across your waist. his touch wasn’t rushed. wasn’t frantic. just slow and hot and careful. like he was memorizing every part of you. you moaned—quiet, needy—and it caught in your throat, tangled in the tension of your lungs.

then his thigh pressed up again, and your hips moved down to meet it like your body was making choices without your brain. the pleasure was too sharp. too consuming. like fire lapping at your nerves. you were trying to stay quiet. really, you were. but when he started kissing your neck again, slow and open-mouthed, his breath hot and mouth wet, you lost it. your back arched. your lips parted.

“i-i’m gonna— fuck—i’m gonna c—” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut.

but then he pulled his thigh away.

“matt—!” you cried, hips chasing the pressure desperately, already throbbing from how close you were.

his hands grip your waist, holding you in place. his lips curved into a smirk as he leaned down, eyes watching your trembling form.

“not yet,” he murmured, voice rough, strained. “not yet, sweetheart.”

you whimpered, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt.

“why’re you so sensitive?” he asked, voice a little gentler now. teasing, but not mean. “m’ just kissing your neck and you’re practically dripping cum already…”

“been a while…” you admitted, voice small. barely there.

he paused. then exhaled slowly. something changed in his face—his teasing smirk melted into surprise… and something else. something warmer. pride, maybe. or possession. like the thought of you falling apart under him after so long made something primal in him snap.

“oh, sweetheart…”

his hand slipped up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your flushed skin. “been holding it all in, huh?”

“just—please,” you begged softly, hips rocking. “please, matt… just keep going.”

his breath caught at the way your voice broke. and he gave you what you needed. his thigh slid back between yours, and you sighed like it was air after drowning. your hips moved on their own, grinding down harder, needier, chasing that edge again. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, gripping, desperate to feel everything.

matt groaned softly. “that’s it, baby. just like that. keep goin’.”

he watched you with awe—like he couldn’t believe this was happening. you were moaning again, louder than before, hips stuttering. your eyes squeezed shut as your body trembled beneath him. his hands gripped your waist tighter, trying to keep you steady.

“m’ gonna cum—fuck—” you gasped.

and you did. it ripped through you like lightning, sharp and fast. your back arched off the bench, fingers digging into his shoulders, loud moans spilling from your lips before you could stop them. matt’s eyes widened.

“shhh, shh…” he said quickly, his hand coming up to your mouth. “you’re too loud, baby…”

you whimpered into his palm, body shaking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how intense it all felt. and still, your hips kept moving, like you couldn’t stop. like your body hadn’t gotten the memo.

“gotta be quiet f’me, yeah?” he whispered, watching you with blown pupils. “don’t want any of your neighbors hearing you… such a needy n’ desperate mess…”

you tried to speak, but all you could get out was a strangled sound against his hand.

“i-i can’t—matt—shit… you n-need to—fuck—you need to stop…” you whimpered, even as your hips refused to stop grinding.

he let out a soft laugh, voice full of warmth and need.

“i don’t think you want me to stop” he whispered, mouth close to your ear. “look at you. still grinding against my thigh. such a needy fuckin’ pussy…”

“i can’t!” you cried, eyes full of tears now, face buried in his shirt. your hips were still moving. you couldn’t stop.

he hushed you gently, his hand still over your mouth. “shh… gotta be quiet, aight?”

you nodded weakly. you didn’t trust your voice. his eyes locked with yours, soft and dark and shining with something you couldn’t name. when you nodded again, he finally lifted his hand off your mouth.

“yeah? you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet?”

“yes,” you breathed. but your hips wiggled away from his thigh. just for a second. just for a small break.

his hands slid back to your waist, holding you firm. “no no, it’s okay, sweetheart… ride my thigh just like that, okay?”

“matt i can’t—” you whimpered, body trembling.

“yes you can…” he said softly, guiding your hips. “come on. been so good. you got it, angel.”

you hesitated for a second, but eventually, your body and the need still flooding your system made you give in. your moans were quieter now, but still choked, still needy. you were getting close again, too fast, everything overstimulated and raw, your body burning at every nerve. his eyes never left you.

he could feel it building in you. could see it.

“mhm…just a little more, mama… you look so fuckin’ perfect like this…”

“m-matt i cant—i cant take anymore… please i—fuck…”

your voice broke as you buried your face in his chest, sobbing into his shirt. he groaned at the sound, the feel of your tears, your desperate body. he held you tighter.

“shh, it’s okay… just one more, sweetheart. can you do one more for me?”

you whimpered into his shirt. and then… you nodded. your hips kept moving, grinding down with shaking, unsteady rhythm. and then—it hit you. harder than the first. your body bowed, your fingers dug into his shoulders, your legs clenched around his waist. you screamed his name, too loud, too raw, and that was it.

matt groaned deeply, low in his throat, like the sound of you coming for him again finally broke him. he rocked forward slightly, his hips grinding down as his breath stuttered—and then he gasped, loud and sudden, eyes fluttering shut as he came in his boxers, body tense and shaking from the way you sounded, the way you felt, the way you looked under him, fucked-out and shaking.

“ohhh fuck…” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours, both of you panting.

his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“you okay?” he whispered after a long moment.

you nodded slowly, still catching your breath.

“you?”

he chuckled softly. “i think i just came in my fuckin’ pants. so… yeah. i’m good.”

you both laughed, breathless and dazed and kind of ruined in the best way.

“we should… probably go back inside,” you murmured.

“probably,” he said. but he didn’t move.

neither did you.

[mi-co-uk]

RAT ☣︎

─── patient reader doesn't know who she is, where she is or how she got there. she's monitored 24/7 by scientist matt who knows much more than he'll tell her. how dedicated can matt stay to his cause when he falls in love with her?

("confidential" dividers by @bernardsbendystraws)

PREVIOUS // AU NAV // NAVIGATION // ALL AUS

CONTENT: patient readers memory is getting a little more consistent, but it isn't necessarily for the better. matt begins to struggle obeying his commands in his focus on patient readers happiness.

WARNINGS: human experiment, implied abuse, lack of privacy, surveillance, crying, fear of guards and authority figures, matt makes googoo eyes lol, nothing descriptive in terms of violence tho.

CHAPTER TWO

wc: 1.8k

“How are you feeling today?”

There was obvious tension in the room, your glare gave matt a twisted sense of pride. You'd wanted him to stay last session but he couldn't; you’d missed him. He shouldn't have felt happy with himself the way he did, but he had to hold back a grin regardless. 

“You want a score?” your passive aggressive shone through your words vividly. He nodded in response. “I still don't understand what I'm scoring.”

“Your mood, your memory. Everything overall.”

You watched the corner of his mouth twitch, gleeful with anticipation. The machine was whirring, working to full capacity unlike yesterday. His grip on his pen was slightly tighter, he was a little happier but much more tense. Was he nervous?

“Can I read your notes?”

“Can I have a score?”

You cocked your head a little to the side and let out a quick laugh. “Are you sassing me now?”

“I just asked a question.”

You lunged for the papers. ‘Patient code 004 version 65’ - last session. ‘Patient shows elevated signs of anger, confusion and memory loss. Persistent requests for personal information-’ He gripped it back off you. 

“I wasn't done reading.”

“I am aware.”

You fiddled with the cuffs, a little tighter today than you remember them being. It was probably your apparent heightened emotions that they took extra precautions. It sucked to be tied to a stupid table altogether, it felt demoralising. The whole thing did, and you still didn't understand a single thing that was happening. In contrast, matt stared at you expectantly, but it softened your guard just a little.

The idea of being some kind of special gave you a sick warm feeling, he found you interesting. He was curious. You wanted to feed into that. 

“Can I ask you questions?”

“You may but i can't guarantee the answers you desire.” he answered carefully and cautiously.

“Can you guarantee the truth?”

“I cannot.”

You bit your lip a little in thought before continuing. “Can you at least take these off me?” 

You pulled up your hands, the rattle of the handcuffs against the table’s metal bar sent matts attention to them, waiting for an answer in his ear piece as he scanned your eyes to figure out your aim. 

The door opened abruptly, a guard walked through hurriedly. He looked exhausted, irritated. You sat yourself on the edge of your chair as much as you could, with full fear and heavy breathing you feared the worst. You yelled at him to stop, that you weren't done with the session. You felt a different hand on your shoulder. 

“It's okay.” he whispered, standing over you.

You turned your head towards him, watching matt give you a small smile and watched as the guard headed towards the centre of the table. He set you free from the cuffs, leaving them discarded on the table but took the key back with him. You felt kind of pathetic, misreading the situation. Matts hand didn't move, he wouldn't until he was sure your emotions were stable. 

“Thought he was gonna take me.” you mumbled, sniffing and looking away from matt, almost zoning out as you looked to the corner of the room. 

“The session isn't over yet.”

“Well it wasn't last time as that didn't stop you.”

He moved his hand, leaving a colder feeling than you started with. He sat himself back down, across from you and staring. You mindlessly stared, your words felt harsh but they weren't untrue. 

“Do you dislike when the sessions end?”

Your mind brought you back to everytime a guard had walked into a room, the dragging and pushing into walls, the yelling. The way they threw you around. More aggressive than they would be with even a science rat. They treated you worse than an animal. Matts words were calming, sometimes irritable but there was still a lack of malice. He showed you different values than everyone else did.

You could only nod at him, the full extent of truth to the statement couldnt be expressed in a simple answer, especially when you'd just learnt that they were always listening in. 

Matt arose from his seat once again, a hint of anger in his eyes. He somewhat marched to the door and unlocked it. You had to turn in your seat to look towards him. 

“Come with me.” he gestured towards the hallway. 

“Am i in trouble?”

He shook his head. 

The corridor felt a little different now that you weren't as terrified. The creaks of the aging ceiling didn't help to maintain your calm. 

“The walls are blue.”

Realising he hadnt responded, you turned around to see him (once again) staring blankly and confused.

“You didn't know?”

“I don't really get time to appreciate the scenery when I'm being dragged.”

Matt hummed quietly, more to himself. “Where would you like to go?”

You whipped your head around quickly in shock. “I can pick?”

“You may.”

You peered down either side of the hallway, no obvious indicators on what led to where. You were still too confused to revel in the new opportunity. Weren't you supposed to be monitored? Isn't that exactly why the session had ended last time - because they weren't able to monitor you properly? You couldn't verbalise this confusion.

While it was doubtful he had forgotten they needed to have a record of the conversation, you weren't going to point out an error in case it once again would put a halt to the session. 

You stepped a little closer, using your tiptoes to reach and whisper into one of his ears that didnt have an earpiece, shielding your mouth as you did.

“Are they listening?”

He nodded.

“Where?” 

He opened the door to a room you could barely call a door with how it blended into the walls. By the look of everyone's faces, this had not been approved. The looks of horror, confusion and intimidation. For once you werent the one scared. 

“Introduce yourselves.” matt commanded the various workers.

There were computers, lots of headphones and obnoxiously large ear pieces that they'd begun taking out as the conversation it played was now right in front of them. You looked to the window on the left wall, showing the meeting room that you and matt had just been in. you knew they could hear but you didn't know they could see it all. The uneasiness settled in your stomach. 

Matt shot everyone a glare at their hesitancy, reaching to hold your hip gently and take initiative and introduce everyone to you himself. 

Doctor white had white hair, O'Conner had been aggressively typing out every word in the interaction, barely looking up from the screen as you were introduced to him. Anderson was the only woman, and clearly the eldest in the room. Jones stared too much for comfort, you leant into matt for comfort and he held you closer in acknowledgement. He sensed your overwhelm after the conversation, walking you back out of the room. 

He absent-mindedly shut it harshly, leaning down to stare directly at you.

“See? You don't have anything to worry about. We’re not robots or aliens, we aren't here to hurt you.”

You couldn't respond, overstimulation creeping in.

“We monitor you. You know what that means? We look out for you, yeah? We take care of you.”

You shook your head, mental images of all the pain flicking through your head.

“No you don't. You leave. That's what you do. You care as much as you have to and then you leave.”

He reached his hand towards your face in an attempt to caress and comfort but you smacked his hand away.

“It's like i dont matter when I'm not talking to you. I feel like-”

“A rat?”

You nodded, tears brimming your waterline. He reached his hand back to wipe your tears, this time you let him. 

“Do you want to see them?”

“See who?” you sniffed.

“The rats.”

They looked far more innocent, and much less free. Walking back and forth between their limited walls just as you had, until today. Pale white and very loud as they squeaked in harmony with each other. One of them peered up at you, as if it could read your mind and feel your emotions.

Matt reached towards its cage as he stood behind you, unlocking the hatch and pulling it out. You shifted to stand to the side of him. You watched him stroke the rat, it showed no fear or hatred, it wasn't afraid of him either. 

“Hold out your hand,” he instructed.

You followed his command, slightly shocked at the unfamiliar texture of its fur. 

“You've met this one before.”

“I have?” you didn't look away from the animal, entranced by its movements from the palm of your hands and up the length of your arm. 

“A long time ago. We did different types of sessions then.”

“What types are there?”

“That guy was involved in the sensory sessions. Various new objects each time to see how you responded and-”

“He's not an object.” your eyes squinted from his slight insult. Matt chuckled at your defensiveness. 

“You're right, I should have rephrased.” 

You nodded to acknowledge his apology.

“Would you like to keep him?”

You nodded profusely, finally a genuine wide grin on your face that matt reciprocated. 

“Our session does have to end-”

“No!” you halted, bringing the rat closer to you as if he had attempted to snatch it away. You stepped further away from him also.

“It has to-”

“No! This is exactly what i said! You leave me! Thats all you do!”

“Listen to me.” he put his hands out to his side in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. “It's not permanent. It's never permanent. If i always leave i always come back right?”

“You don't understand.” you choked a sob. “They hurt me, matt. When they take me away from you, they hurt me-”

“I understand. I know-”

You scoffed, staring with complete disgust.

“You know? You let them do it-”

“I'm not going to let it happen again.”

You tried desperately to blink away your tears before they fell. 

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“Please dont lie to me-” you let out a harsh sob, reaching your free hand to your mouth in an attempt to hold back the noise. You fell to the floor, kneeling as you cried rivers. The rat was somehow unfazed, only looking up at you to see the source of the noise.

Eventually it crawled out your hands, walking slowly across the tile floors as you continued sobbing. Matt crouched down to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder and reach your arms behind his neck. He held you close, letting you sob against him as he tried to calm his anger at the events that had unfolded in his lack of constant surveillance. 

Once you settled down a little more, you rested gently against him. He retrieved the rat back and handed it to you, letting you continue admiring it while your final tears fell. 

“I'm not going to lie to you anymore. I truly promise you that.”

a/n this chapter was gonna be for the writing marathon and be "my strange addiction" but I needed more context so I wrote this first :3 the next chapter will be soon tho !! hope yall like this one :>

also PLEASE SEND ME UR THEORIESSSS

[simpson12]

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE IM GOING TO DIEE SO GOODD

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ9 MONTHS AFTER * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N's and Matt's babies are finally born after 9 long months of waiting; OR, where Matt is finally a dad.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　Pregnancy, crying, mentions of labor, pain.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The contractions hit Y/N like a tidal wave, her breath catching in her throat as she gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, her knuckles turning white. The pain radiated from her lower back, wrapping around to her abdomen in tight, relentless waves. She sucked in a sharp breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

They had been waiting for this moment for nine long months, and yet, now that it was here, the reality of it was almost overwhelming. She tried to call out for Matt, her voice wavering, but the pain was so intense that it felt as if it was squeezing the sound right out of her.

Matt was in the living room, his eyes glued to his laptop as he reviewed some emails. It had been a busy few weeks leading up to the due date, and he was trying to get ahead of things before the twins arrived.

The sound of Y/N’s voice, strained and filled with pain, cut through his concentration like a knife. His head snapped up, his heart skipping a beat. He leaped from the couch, knocking his laptop to the floor, and sprinted into the kitchen, his heart racing with panic.

"Honey? What’s wrong? Is it- oh God, it’s happening, isn't it?" Matt’s voice was a mixture of excitement and sheer panic as he reached her side. He placed a gentle but trembling hand on her back, his eyes wide with concern as he watched her struggle to breathe through the contraction. "Breathe, baby, breathe. Do you need water? No, wait- sit down. Should you sit? Or should you lie down? Oh my God, I should call 911!"

Y/N squeezed his hand, her face scrunched up in pain, but she managed a breathless laugh.

"Matt, relax... it’s okay. Just-" She interrupted her own sentence when a new wave of pain invaded her whole body.

"Come here, sweetheart." Matt gently guided Y/N to the edge of the kitchen chair, his expression shifting from sheer panic to a momentary calmness, trying to ground himself in the situation.

He knelt down in front of her, his hands trembling slightly as he placed them on her knees. His eyes, wide with worry, locked onto hers as he tried to steady his breathing.

"How long has this been going on?" His voice held a perfect mix of calmness and nerves, the gravity of the situation starting to dawn on him. He reached out instinctively, his hand gently resting on her stomach, feeling the tension in her muscles.

"Oh God, I don’t know." Y/N replied, wincing as another contraction hit, this one even stronger. She grasped Matt's hand tightly, her grip involuntarily squeezing his fingers. "Maybe an hour or so... but it’s so much worse right now."

Matt’s eyes widened, the shock and concern evident in his expression. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady as he spoke.

"Okay, okay, don’t panic." His voice was a bit firmer now, though a subtle tremble betrayed his nerves. He gently cupped her face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring as he looked deeply into her eyes. "We need to time these contractions, okay? See if they’re far apart or getting closer together..."

Y/N nodded weakly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to focus on his words. Matt quickly grabbed his phone, fumbling with it slightly as he opened the timer app. He sat back on his heels, his eyes darting between the screen and Y/N's face, waiting for the next contraction to hit.

When it did, she squeezed his hand again, and he hit the timer. They both watched the seconds tick by, the silence in the room only broken by Y/N's labored breathing. The contraction passed, and Matt stopped the timer, noting the time with a furrowed brow.

"Okay, that was... three minutes." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked up at her, his heart pounding in his chest. "We’re close, Y/N. We need to get you to the hospital now."

He helped her to her feet, moving with a newfound urgency but still managing to maintain a steady calmness, knowing he had to be strong for her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her as they made their way out to the car, his determination stronger than ever.

He opened the passenger door of their car, gently easing her into the seat before rushing to the driver’s side.

"Matt, the... the bag."

"Right! The bag!" Matt practically yelled as if suddenly remembering the concept of bag. "I'm gonna be right back, baby!"

He darted back to the house, running around the kitchen like a man possessed, searching for the hospital bag they had packed weeks ago. He spotted it by the door and grabbed it, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush to get back to Y/N.

"Here, I’ve got the bag! And... what else? Do we need snacks? Maybe you want something to eat before we go?"

Y/N's response was a groan as another contraction hit, stronger this time.

"Okay, no snacks, got it. We’re going to the hospital now, I promise. I’ll get you there, Y/N. I won’t let anything happen to you or the babies, okay?"

As he started the car, his mind raced. He had planned for this moment, had rehearsed it in his head a thousand times, but now that it was happening, he felt completely unprepared. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he glanced over at Y/N, who was trying to remain calm despite the pain.

Matt hated seeing her in so much pain, his heart aching with every sharp intake of breath she made.

"Okay, okay, we’re going. We’re going." He muttered to himself as he pulled out of the driveway, his voice a mix of determination and barely contained panic. The streets of Los Angeles blurred past them as he sped toward the hospital, his mind racing with all the things he needed to do.

"Siri!" He suddenly barked at the car’s dashboard, his voice urgent. "Send a text to Chris and Nick."

"What would you like to say?" Siri responded in its calm, robotic tone.

"Um... Uh..." Matt hesitated, trying to form a coherent sentence as he glanced nervously at Y/N, who was breathing heavily beside him. "Tell them... we’re on our way to the hospital. Y/N's in labor. Get there by tomorrow morning. And don’t panic like I am because... just get there!"

"Sending message to Chris and Nick." Siri confirmed, and Matt let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling as he continued driving.

Y/N chuckled softly, despite the pain, and Matt shot her a quick, incredulous look.

"What? What's funny?"

"You are." She managed to say between contractions. "You're... adorable when you're freaking out."

Matt’s face flushed as he gave her a sheepish grin.

"I'm just trying to keep it together here, baby. You’re the one doing all the hard work."

"Trust me... I know." She replied, wincing as another contraction rolled through her.

Finally, they pulled up to the hospital entrance, and Matt jumped out of the car, nearly forgetting to put it in park in his haste to get to Y/N's side. He waved frantically at a nurse standing nearby, who immediately came over with a wheelchair.

"She's in labor! It's happening! We need to- she needs- help!" Matt's words tumbled out in a rush as he helped Y/N into the wheelchair, his voice rising in pitch with every word.

The nurse smiled reassuringly, clearly used to panicked fathers-to-be, and guided them inside.

"Don’t worry, we'll take good care of her. Just follow me."

As they were whisked away to the delivery room, Matt's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with thoughts of what was about to happen. He couldn't believe that in just a few hours, they would finally meet their babies.

Once in the right room, Y/N was settled onto the bed, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as the contractions intensified. Matt stayed by her side, clutching her hand as if it was his only lifeline. He leaned in close, his voice trembling but filled with love as he whispered,

"You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you."

Y/N squeezed his hand, her eyes locking onto his.

"I need you to stay calm, okay? We've got this... together."

Matt nodded, swallowing hard as he brushed a few strands of hair from her face.

"Together. I’m right here with you, every step of the way."

The room buzzed with activity, doctors and nurses moving around with practiced efficiency, but all Matt could focus on was Y/N’s face, her eyes squeezed shut as she battled through another contraction.

Time seemed to warp in the delivery room. Minutes stretched into hours, the pain of each contraction relentless, only broken by brief moments of respite. Matt stayed by Y/N’s side, his voice soft and steady as he encouraged her, even though his own nerves were frayed to the core. He watched the monitors anxiously, every beep and flicker, causing his heart to jump.

"Matt." Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion as another contraction hit. "I can’t... I don’t know if I can do this."

Matt’s heart broke at the sight of her so vulnerable, so exhausted. He took a deep breath, brushing a few strands of hair away from her sweaty forehead and leaning in close, his lips brushing her temple.

"You’re the strongest person I know." He murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You’ve got this, baby. I’m right here with you. And in the end, everything will be worth it, yeah?"

Hours later, after what felt like a lifetime of labor, the doctor finally said the words they had been waiting to hear.

"It's time to push."

Y/N gritted her teeth, her entire body trembling with the effort as she bore down, Matt’s hand in hers, his words of encouragement a constant in the whirlwind of pain and exhaustion. The room seemed to close in around them, everything else fading away as they focused on bringing their babies into the world.

"Breath." Matt murmured, his hand gently rubbing her tense shoulders. "Just focus on your breathing. In and out, slow and steady. You got this, sweet girl. It's almost ending."

The first cry shattered the tension in the room, a tiny wail that echoed in Matt’s ears like the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He watched in awe as the doctor carefully lifted their first baby - a tiny, wriggling girl - into the air.

Time seemed to freeze as the nurse quickly wrapped her in a blanket and handed her to Y/N. Matt felt tears well up in his eyes as he looked down at his daughter for the first time. She was perfect, with a shock of dark hair and rosy cheeks, her eyes squeezed shut as she continued to cry.

"She’s beautiful." Y/N whispered, tears streaming down her face as she cradled their daughter against her chest, gluing her small head to her chin. Matt leaned down, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead, his own tears finally spilling over.

But the moment was short-lived as Y/N was hit with another wave of contractions. The doctor quickly reminded them that there was still one more baby to bring into the world, taking their daughter away from them so Y/N could concentrate.

"One more, honey. Just one more. You can do this. You're so strong, I know you can." Y/N, though exhausted, steeled herself for the final round, and with Matt’s unwavering support, she pushed again.

Minutes later, another cry filled the room, this one just as heart-wrenching and beautiful as the first. Their son was born, his tiny fists clenched as he wailed with the full force of his little lungs.

"I don't... I don't know how to hold- Oh, okay." The nurse placed him in Matt’s arms, ignoring his sentence. He stared down at his son in awe, his arms trembling with fear of holding him in the wrong way, or worse, dropping him.

The baby boy was the spitting image of his sister, with the same dark hair and tiny features, though his cries were slightly less intense.

"He's... he's so small." Matt whispered in awe.

Matt’s breath caught in his throat as he carried his son over to Y/N - who was already holding their girl again -, his heart swelling with a love so profound it was almost overwhelming. He gently placed their son in Y/N’s free arm, and for the first time, they looked down at their twins together, their hearts filled with an indescribable mixture of joy, relief, and pure, unconditional love.

"We did it." Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as she looked up at Matt, tears streaming down her cheeks. "They’re here, and they’re perfect."

Matt could only nod, his throat too tight with emotion to speak. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his daughter’s tiny forehead, then his son’s, feeling the warmth of their little bodies against his skin. They were so small, so fragile, and yet so full of life.

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The next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the blinds of the hospital room, casting a warm glow over the quiet scene. Y/N was resting peacefully, her exhaustion from the previous night’s labor evident in the serene expression on her face as she slept. The twins were nestled in their bassinets beside the bed, their tiny chests rising and falling in a synchronized rhythm, the only sounds in the room being their soft breathing.

Matt sat in the armchair near the window, his eyes moving between Y/N and their newborns, a small smile playing on his lips. He had hardly slept, but he didn’t mind. He was too filled with wonder, still wrapping his mind around the fact that he was now a father to two perfect little beings. The magnitude of the moment wasn’t lost on him, and every time he looked at his family, his heart swelled with a mixture of pride and overwhelming love.

Just then, a soft knock on the door drew Matt’s attention. He stood up quickly, careful not to disturb Y/N, and opened the door to find Nick and Chris standing in the hallway. Both of his brothers looked a little disheveled, their hair slightly messy from a night of restless sleep. Chris held a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and Nick had a stuffed animal - a small bear with a yellow bow - tucked under his arm. The moment they saw Matt, their faces broke into wide grins.

"Hey, Dad." Nick joked softly, giving Matt a one-armed hug while still holding the bear. "How’s it feel?"

Matt chuckled, the sound low and full of affection.

"Surreal." He admitted, stepping back to let them in. "Come on, they’re right over here."

Chris was the first to approach the bassinets, his breath catching as he looked down at the sleeping twins. He placed the bouquet on a nearby table, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out, but then hesitated, as if afraid to disturb the peaceful scene. Nick followed, standing beside him, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of his new niece and nephew.

"They’re so tiny." Chris whispered, his voice cracking as he looked over at Matt, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Oh, my God, Matt... they’re so small."

Nick nodded, his usual bravado momentarily stripping away as he gazed at the twins.

"Yeah." He added, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "How is this possible?"

Matt felt a lump form in his throat, seeing the raw emotion on his brothers’ faces. He watched as Chris finally let out a shaky breath and reached down, his fingers gently brushing against his niece’s tiny hand. The touch seemed to undo him completely, and within seconds, tears spilled over, streaming down his cheeks.

"Chris." Matt said softly, his voice full of understanding as he placed a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder. "It’s okay, man."

But Chris couldn’t find the words to respond. Instead, he just nodded, tears continuing to fall as he stood there, overwhelmed by the sight of his niece and nephew. He had always been the emotional one, the heart-on-his-sleeve brother, and in this moment, he felt everything with an intensity that was impossible to contain.

Nick, on the other hand, was struggling to maintain his composure. He swallowed hard, his jaw clenched as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill over. He wanted to be strong, to keep it together, but seeing Chris break down and knowing just how much this moment meant, even he couldn’t hold back completely. He let out a shaky breath, wiping his eyes quickly.

Matt noticed Nick’s struggle and gave him a reassuring smile.

"It’s okay to cry, you know." He said quietly, his own eyes misting over. "They’re your niece and nephew. This is a big moment."

Nick managed a small, watery laugh, shaking his head.

"Yeah, yeah." He muttered, his voice thick with emotion.

Matt grinned, pulling both of his brothers into a tight hug. The three of them stood there for a moment, embracing each other, their silent bond stronger than ever before. When they finally pulled away, Chris wiped at his eyes, sniffling a little as he turned back to the twins.

"Can we hold them?" Chris asked, his voice still shaky but filled with awe.

"Of course." Matt replied, his heart warming at the thought of his brothers meeting their niece and nephew properly. He carefully lifted his son from the bassinet, gently cradling the tiny bundle before handing him to Chris. "This is your nephew." He said, watching as Chris took the baby with the utmost care, as if he were the most delicate thing in the world.

Chris’s breath hitched as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

"Hey, little guy." He whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I’m your Uncle Chris. You’re going to be so loved, I promise."

Nick took his niece from Matt, holding her close, his eyes wide with wonder as he gazed at her tiny features.

"Hi, princess." He murmured, his voice soft. "I’m your Uncle Nick. And don’t worry, I’ll always have your back. You’re in good hands."

He cleared his throat, blinking rapidly, but when the little girl's tiny hand grasped his finger, Nick’s composure slipped. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears, but a few escaped, trailing down his cheeks.

"They're perfect... You and Y/N did good, Matt."

Matt felt his own eyes sting with tears as he watched his brothers, their love for his children evident in every trembling breath, every tear they tried to hold back.

"They really are." He whispered, his voice filled with pride as he watched his brothers bond with their niece and nephew.

The soft rustling of sheets drew Matt’s attention back to the bed, and he saw Y/N slowly stirring, her eyes fluttering open. She looked groggy, her movements sluggish as she tried to orient herself.

"Matt?" She called out, her voice hoarse and weak, a faint frown creasing her brow as she tried to sit up.

Matt was by her side in an instant, his hand gently brushing her hair back.

"I'm here, baby." He said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "The babies are right here, and Nick and Chris are with us."

Y/N’s gaze shifted to where Nick and Chris stood, each cradling a baby in their arms. Her eyes softened, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips as she saw them.

"Hey, guys." She murmured, her voice raspy but filled with warmth.

"Hey, Y/N." Chris replied, his voice thick with emotion as he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding the baby boy close to his chest. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I’ve been hit by a truck." Y/N joked weakly, managing a small laugh despite her exhaustion. She reached out for Matt, her eyes pleading for his help. "Can you help me sit up? I want to hold them."

"Of course." Matt said, his voice tender as he gently supported her back, helping her sit up against the pillows. He adjusted the bed to make her more comfortable, his movements careful and precise, always mindful of her comfort.

Once she was settled, Y/N looked at her babies, a rush of love flooding her system. Chris carefully handed her their son, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he watched Y/N cradle the tiny bundle in her arms. The baby boy squirmed slightly, his little face scrunching up as he nestled into Y/N’s embrace, and Y/N felt her heart melt at the sight.

"Hi, sweet boy." Y/N whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks as she pressed a soft kiss to her son's forehead. "Mommy’s here."

Nick, still holding their daughter, hesitated for a moment before offering her to Matt, a silent question in his eyes. Matt nodded, and Nick carefully placed the baby girl into his brother’s arms. The little girl yawned, her tiny fist curling up near her face, and Matt felt his heart swell with a fierce, protective love as he looked down at his daughter.

"She's got your eyes." Nick teased softly, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

"And her nose." Chris added, his voice still wavering with emotion.

Y/N smiled, looking at Matt, who was gazing down at their daughter with such love and awe that it made her heart ache in the best way. She could see the tears in his eyes, the overwhelming emotion that he was trying so hard to keep in check, and it made her love him even more.

"It's like I've waited my whole life for this moment."

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"Ready?" Matt asked, his voice soft as he looked over at Y/N, his heart pounding in his chest.

Y/N nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she gazed back at him.

"Ready." She whispered, her voice steady, filled with a quiet determination.

They walked up the path of their house together, Matt balancing his baby boy in one arm while Y/N held onto his other arm. The front door, painted in a cheerful shade of brown, seemed to welcome them home as they stepped inside. The familiar scent of home - fresh linen, a hint of lavender, and the comforting smell of wood - washed over them as they crossed the threshold.

Matt paused in the entryway, taking a deep breath as he looked around. Everything was exactly as they had left it, but now it felt different, infused with the anticipation of this new chapter.

"Welcome home, little lovies." Y/N whispered, leaning down and brushing her lips against her daughter’s small head covered by her light pink beanie.

Matt led the way, his steps slow and deliberate as he carried their son into the living room. He paused in the center of the room, turning in a slow circle as he looked around.

"Look, little guy, this is where we'll spend most of our time together." He said softly, his voice taking on a warm, inviting tone as if he were talking directly to the babies. "Right here, in this room. We'll have family movie nights, and you’ll play with your many toys on the rug... and when you’re a little bigger, we’ll build forts with blankets and cushions."

Y/N followed him, her heart swelling with love as she listened to him talk. She could see it all so clearly in her mind; tiny feet pattering across the hardwood floor, peals of laughter filling the air as they chased each other around the coffee table, and sleepy cuddles on the couch after a long day of playing. It was the life they had dreamed of, and now it was finally real.

"And this." Matt continued softly, leading Y/N out of the living room and down the hallway to the master bedroom. "Is Mama and Dada's room."

He pushed the white door open, revealing the room they had shared for a year now - after they moved in to their own shared house -, now feeling so much more significant with the addition of their new roles as parents. The bed was neatly made, the pillows fluffed and arranged just the way Y/N liked them, and the soft curtains billowed slightly in the breeze from the open window.

"This is where you’ll come when you need comfort." Matt said, his voice thick with emotion as he looked down at their son, still cradled in his arms. "Where you'll crawl into bed with us on stormy nights, or just because you want to be close. And we'll always be here, waiting to hold you, to keep you safe."

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she looked up at Matt, her heart overflowing with love for him, for their children, for the life they were building together.

"They’re so lucky to have you as their dad." She whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "And I’m so lucky to have you as my partner in this."

Matt’s gaze softened as he looked at her, his eyes filled with the depth of his love.

"I'm the lucky one." He murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. "I get to spend my life with you and our beautiful babies. I don’t think I could ever ask for more."

Leaving the bedroom, Matt led them to the one right by the side, stopping in front of a door that had been carefully painted in soft pastels. He pushed it open gently, revealing the nursery inside. The room was bathed in the warm, golden light of the afternoon sun, and the soft colors of the walls and furniture created a peaceful, serene atmosphere.

"Now, this is your room." Matt said softly, his voice full of pride and love as he stepped inside.

He carefully set the bag that was held by his free arm down on the plush rug in the center of the room, turning to Y/N as she entered behind him.

"We've spent so much time getting it ready for you." Y/N muttered, her eyes shining as she looked around the room.

"That's right. This is where you'll sleep, where you'll have sweet dreams and where we'll sing you lullabies every night. Also, where your mama is going to read all those cute little stories every day."

Y/N carefully placed their daughter in the crib, brushing her fingers over the soft white blankets they had chosen with so much care. She looked around the room, her heart swelling with a deep, almost overwhelming sense of love.

"It’s so beautiful." She whispered, her voice catching in her throat as she looked up at Matt, her eyes lowering to her baby boy still on his arms, his big blue eyes now appearing smaller with the heaviness of sleep that dominated them. "They’re going to be so happy here."

Matt’s hand found hers, their fingers intertwining as they stood together, looking down at their tiny daughter, who was already drifting off to sleep in the crib.

"We all are."

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I also wrote it while listening to a really beautiful brazilian song about pregnancy. I'm gonna let it right below so yall can listen to it and see the translation through Spotify! 🩷

© vanteguccir

[mattslilies]

Clingy - C.S.

"what's up with you today, hm?" or... the one where chris just keeps finding himself right next to you, all day long. warning: none! clingy chris because i love him and he's adorable word count: 607 a/n: requested by anon!

chris was not a touch starved individual. if you paid any attention to how he interacted with the people closest to him, you would see him hugging them, giving them a handshake, clapping them on the shoulder, or simply just resting his body on theirs.

physical touch was his main form of comfort, and it was very obvious to you, being his girlfriend. a lot of time with chris was spent curled up next to him, holding hands with him, his head leaning on your shoulder, or his hand taking its place on your thighs.

but today, it seemed like chris was overly clingy. you were awake a little early, putting breakfast on the stove, when you felt hands wrap around your waist, his chin relaxing on your shoulder. you laughed, turning to give him a good morning kiss, before sidestepping him to avoid getting grease on your or his body.

"good morning, baby. did you sleep well?"

"mhm."

he nodded, and on a normal day, he would've been content with moving out of the way, and wouldn't have been still continued to be up in your space while you were cooking, knowing that it could potentially be dangerous to distract you. however, today he hovered right next to you, his hand helping yours move things, his body heat radiating off of him and onto you.

you noticed it, but you didn't say anything, just allowing him to stay close to you while you fixed food. as you plated it for both of you, you set it onto the counter, moving to sit down and grabbing silverware. chris would normally sit opposite you, but today, he sat right next to you, his hand around your waist. once again, you noticed his touchiness, but didn't say a word about it, simply letting him stay where he was.

it wasn't until he was following you into the laundry room, attempting to help you fold laundry, and miserably failing because it was really a one person job, that you said something.

"what's up with you today, hm?"

he looked at you with a curious expression, either not realizing what you were talking about or being an excellent faker.

"what are you talking about?"

you smiled, pointedly looking down at his hand resting on top of the dryer, right on top of your arm.

"you've been all up on me all day, baby. is everything okay?"

he flushed red, not thinking it had been that bad, but when you pointed it out, he realized it had been a little over the top.

"um, i don't know. i guess i'm just more clingy today."

you kissed him, moving back to folding laundry.

"that's fine, honey. i just wanted to make sure everything was okay with you. how about you go pick a good movie, make some popcorn or grab snacks, and once i finished folding this load of laundry, i'll come cuddle with you, yeah?"

he grinned, a real smile, and nodded, kissing you again before leaving to go do what you asked. as you wrapped up folding the clothes, you quickly made your way back to the living room, laying down next to chris on the couch.

"alright, baby, let's have a movie day, hm?"

he nodded, his head immediately finding it's way to rest on your neck, arms around your body, and you giggled, hugging him back.

"i love you so much, baby."

a muffled "'love you too" was all you heard from where his head rested. and if he fell asleep halfway through the movie because he was so comfortable in your arms, nobody had to know but you.

[starboye]

"oh fuck matt" you arched your back into matts mouth, wanting more of whatever amazing pleasure he was giving you that was making the room spin and the thoughts melt out of your pretty little head "like that" he laughs rights against your folds making them vibrate a bit, a moan shooting out of your mouth

"keep going" you grab his hair and pull his face back to eating you out, his tongue doing wonders in between your legs, licking at your sensitive bud while while fucking in and out of you, his fingers making sure to keep your legs spread wide open for him

"fucking loves this shit so much" he lifts his head up to spit onto your already soaking wet folds before going back to devouring your pussy like there was no tomorrow, while one arm kept your kegs open the other hand landed hard smacks on your plush ass

big red handprints appearing on the spot that he will definitely apologize for later, the stubble of his beard was rubbing against the lower part of your pussy so much it made you want to cum on the spot but matt was making sure to ruin every chance for that to happen, just when you're about to cum pulling back and watching the shiny layer of tears coat your eyes

"please matt please i wanna cum" you beg, matt only letting out a slick chuckle, looking up at you with dark lustful eyes "but it's so fun seeing you all flustered and desperate" he pumps his fingers in and out of you to replace his mouth, curling them right where he knows you love most, your legs daring to snap shut but he keeps them open

"look at it, just glistening and shit, so fucking tasty and pretty" he lays a hard smack on your pussy making you yelp so he sticks his fingers in your mouth, watching you drool all over them while he continues smacking your wet folds "you gonna be a good slut" he asks pumping his fingers deeper "mhm mhm" you nod your head without even knowing half of what he was saying

you were so out of it you just wanted to cum so bad and so matt took care of it for you, bringing his mouth back down to resume eating you out with the help of his fingers, he was going so deep and it felt so good, your pussy tightening around his fingers before squirting all over his mouth which he eagerly licked up "fuck yeah baby" he huffed licking up the last little bit "you're so good" he kisses you with his still messy mouth

xoxo, starboye💋

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[lilolebambi]

THAT'S MY BABY. . . SUGARBABY!CHRIS.

You guys were at a party, as always. And you looked good, you always look good but the way that dress clung to your curves? He was a goner.

He couldn't help if he grew hard, just from sitting on his lap and paying him no mind.

It wasn't long before you noticed. And it wasn't longed before you dragged him along to the bathroom.

"So needy aren't you, baby?" You purr, hand already slipping into his boxers. "M-mhm—"

He gasped as your hand finally found his cock, pulling it out of his boxers, freeing it to the cold air. "J-just— looked so good, mama."

You giggle, tilting his head towards you and forcing him to hold eye contact. "My dress get you going?"

He nods eagerly, desperately going. "Yes— yes, God, you look so good—" He mewls, already knowing that if he doesn't tell you what you wanna hear, he's not going to get what he wants.

"Wa... wanted to bend you over, right there, over the couch. Don't care who sees—" You interrupt him with a searing kiss, tongue exploring his mouth like it's your last day on earth. He whines when you messily pull away, "Too bad I'm not gonna make a mess of this bathroom."

His eyebrow knit together, "But— Sugar—"

"Chris."

"M-mommy," He corrects. "Goodboy."

"I- I need to cum."

You cock your head to the side teasingly, "Never said you weren't gonna cum, sweet boy."

He whines, lips jutting to a pout, as he jerks into your hand. "Hurts, please, need you."

"So impatient." Your finger teases his tip, circling his the head of his cock as you watch his face lustfully. He lets out some of the prettiest moans and whimpers you've ever heard from him.

"Please— can't take anymore teasing, mama." He cries out.

You guess you'll take pity on him.

"S-so good.." He gasps, hands immediately coming to your hips.

You kiss his neck, trailing all the to his jaw as you pump his cock. Taking in every sweet noise he makes. "So— fuckin'— shit—" He sobs, "I— I'm gonna—"

Your strokes get quicker, faster, harder. C-cum— please let me, haah—" He asked for permission too late. Chris came as you leaned down to kiss tip.

He pants loudly, chest heaving with every breath. You giggle and kiss him, wiping your hand on his hoodie. "Clean this mess up okay, sweetheart?"

a/n: gonna get you wet now, gonna make you sweat now 😛 creds to @vxnitra for the gif!!!

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @domizmez @drewswife @strnilolover @sirensdollesque @courta13 @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @sugarraez @sweeethrt @moond0llie @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns @iloveduckssm @oopsiedaisydeer @cayleeuhithinknott @h3arts4nat @angelyearner @pink1man @mi-co-uk @slvt4subchratt @tezzzzzzzz @chrisbratt333 @izzylovesmatt @chrisowenmuncher @bluestriips

[owensbabygirl]

this was a year ago btw.

#sturnsummer24waspeak

[matthewssangel]

Matt is so girl dad core

[sosasturns]

TWO’s BETTER THAN ONE matt sturniolo

it’s always the middle and ring finger. always.

“see?” he murmurs, like it’s proof of something. like you’re supposed to know how deep it hits when he presses right there, drawing back all slow, feeling you clench around him.

“told you… two’s better.”

your back arches, but his other hand presses firm on your stomach—holding you down while his fingers fuck up into you with that patient rhythm he knows drives you out your damn mind.

“look at me.”

you try. you really do. but your lashes flutter and your eyes roll, and that makes him laugh soft through his nose.

“no... eyes on me, honey. c’mon… how’s it feel?”

your mouth falls open—nothing comes out.

“hm?” he tilts his head, eyes flicking down to where his fingers disappear inside your pussy, his palm n wrist glistening right along with it. “can’t answer now?”

he leans in, breath warm against your cheek, still moving his fingers deep.

“you said this was your favorite… show me how much ylove it.”

and you do—hips rocking up to meet each thrust of his hand, thighs trembling, one arm thrown over your face like it’ll save you from how good he’s fucking you with just two fingers.

[strnilolover]

new step brother matt request (pretty sure i sent like 3 other's already😭)

anyways since he doesn't like sharing things maybe you could do reader sneaking around his room and then trying on his rings (she wants to borrow one or something) and then walking out with it on and he catches her

⌗ . . . DID I TELL YOU, YOU COULD?

WARNINGS : JUST MATT BEING MEAN.

you knew Matt hated when people touched his stuff. he was territorial to a fault—about his shoes, his hoodies, his food in the fridge. but you don’t blame him really, you’d hate for people to touch things that weren’t theirs.

so you knew that sneaking into his room felt a little like walking into a lion’s den. you didn’t even bother turning on the light when you got in there—just let the sun bleed in through the little slits in the blinds as your eyes adjusted to the semi dark room.

you weren’t here to snoop around in his things—though you’d really love to. you were just here to borrow something. something small and something he probably wouldn’t even notice.

you wanted to borrow one of his rings. you always loved how they looked on his hands, making them stand out more and look more hot than they normally did. but you almost admired how cool they were, and you just wanted to wear one yourself for a little.

you promised yourself you’d give it right back to him at the end of the day.

your eyes scanned his room until a silver ring sitting on the corner of his dresser caught your eye. chunky. minimalist. very Matt. and so you walked over to it, your fingers ghosting over it for just a second before reaching for it and sliding it over your middle finger. it was heavy and smooth, and just loose enough that it could slip off if you weren’t careful.

it looked good on you, better than you initially expected it to be. but it’s matt—he’s got really good taste.

you were admiring it in his mirror and didn’t notice when matt started to come in until you heard his door creak behind you, his voice soon following. “seriously sweetheart?” his voice barely concealing that smug little smirk he always wore when he caught you doing something you shouldn’t.

you stiffened slightly, turning around as casually as you could—hand still half-raised to show the ring you were admiring on your finger. you didn’t want to get caught but obviously the universe had other plans.

you stood there for a moment, trying ti find the right words to say. your mouth opening and closing like a fish before you started to speak. but the words were cut short. “i was just—”

“breaking into my room?” he cut in, his arms crossed over his chest now, leaning against his doorway. “you know i don’t like people touching my things baby.” he stated, raising a brow at you now. you knew that. you both knew that.

“i wasn’t, I was uh..” you trailed off, watching the way his eyes dropped to your hand. to his ring on your finger. “okay, fine. I wanted to borrow it.” you say quickly. matt tsked before pushing himself off the doorframe, taking a slow step forward. “that’s not how borrowing works. usually people ask you know.”

you groaned, rolling your eyes just slightly at him. “and would you have said yes?” you retorted back to him. he just shook his head. “nope.” and he stopped right in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. “but now that i think about it, maybe i would’ve just put it on you myself.”

that made your brows furrow. you weren’t expecting him to say that. you felt your heart pound, but you ignored it. instead you decided to just be a bit of a brat.

“you gonna take it back?” you asked, smirking just slightly at him as if it were a game. but he didn’t answer right away. he just stared at it—your hand, his ring—then brought one of his fingers up to graze your knuckles.

he shook his head. “nah,” he murmured. “kinda looks better on you anyway.” and you blinked, caught off guard. so you decided to push your luck just a little.

“can keep it?” and you hoped he’d say yes, considering the mood he seems to be in. he laughed. “no. but you can for now.” he said, voice low. “long as you don’t lose it. or let someone else take it. that ring’s still mine.”

“and if i do?” you asked curiously. wondering what he would do if you were to do either. and matt smirked. “than I’ll come and take it myself.” his gaze dipped to your lips for a moment before backing up with a shrug. “and maybe a little more while I’m at it.”

a/n : matt isn’t always an asshole. and this is the last of the requests in my drafts, i’ll get the newer ones done soon i promise 🥰

[sturniqlo]

matt and darling go to a wedding

pairing: shy!matt x shy!reader

summary: matt takes darling to his cousins wedding, meaning she'll be meeting his extended family

cw: anxiety, fluff

an: i missed my favorites (also, i changed matt's parents' name) this fic takes place when darling and matt have been dating for almost a year

masterlist | shy!matt x shy!reader | taglist

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"well, what about this dress?" darling nervously bites at her bottom lip as she holds up a light pink dress to her body. matt, who's sitting on her looks at the dress and nods. "it's pretty—" matt begins to say, but she cuts him off. "ughh, but it kinda looks like it's white!" she groans and tosses it to the dress pile that has begun to form on her floor.

"matt, i don't think i can go." she pouts and crawls into his lap. "why not, darling? all of those dresses were beautiful, and would look even more beautiful on you." he pulls back to look at her face and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "but they're not the dress, babe." her eyes begin to gloss over. "hey, hey, hey. it's okay, yeah? i really want you to go, but if you don't feel comfortable i won't force you." he kisses her forehead. "no, no, i really do want to go. but, i— ughh. i hate this!" she groans and throws her face into his neck.

"look at me, darling." he says softly. "hm?" she hums and pulls away, the pout still on her face and matt just wants to kiss it off. "let's keep looking, yeah? you've got so many other pretty dresses." he pats her hip. "okay, you'll help me, right?" she toys with the necklace on his chest that matches hers. "of course i will." he finally pecks her lips.

after many more dresses and a couple of tears shed, darling and matt finally chose the dress. it was a simple sage colored silk dress. it accentuated her curves and made her eyes pop. matt threw his suit on once she had started on her hair and makeup, "baby, what shade would look better? this one? or— this one?" darling held up two tubes of lips gloss. "umm," matt looked at one bottle first and then her lips, and then the dress and did the same for the next bottle. "that one." he point to the right one.

once they were both ready to go, darling grabbed her shoulder bag and threw in a few makeup supplies, gum, and her phone. "ready?" matt came up behind her and hugged her waist, kissing her cheek. "mhm, i'm ready." she smiled at him. "you look really good in this." she said, turning around to face him, and she gently tugged on the jacket. "thank you, darling. you look very gorgeous."

in the car, matt's hand was on her thigh for the whole hour and forty minute drive to the wedding venue, which happened to be on his grandparents' land. and from the pictures matt had shown her, it was absolutely beautiful! when matt's dad had asked matt's grandpa for his permission to marry his daughter, obviously he had said yes, and he built the barn like reception building for her. and since then, every wedding in matt's family was on his grandparents' land.

and for a second, darling imagined if her and matt's wedding would be there as well.

"pretty, we're here." darling felt a series of kisses planted on her cheek and nose. she squirmed in her seat and opened her eyes to see matt standing next to outside of the car. "we're here?" her voice full of sleep. matt chuckled. "mhm, and we're a bit early, too. not many people here yet." he said, as she unbuckled herself and stretched. once she stepped out of the car, she looked around the makeshift parking lot, which was just gravel and supposedly the driveway from what matt had told her, and there were less than ten cars.

"i think they're still setting up." matt closed the door behind her and grabbed her hand as he led the way. "are your parents and nick 'nd chris here, yet?" she asked since she didn't see the family car in the lot. "yeah, they are. their car is just pulled up to the barn since my mom brought some decorations." he swung their hands. darling looked around the land and noticed the house nearby, another mini house which matt had told her was used as storage, and towards the end near a small pond was the barn. outside of there were chairs set up and a makeshift arch filled with flowers. it was very beautiful.

"it's cute around here. did you spend a lot of time here?" she asked him and they continued their slow walk. "mhm, me, chris, nick, and the rest of our cousins liked to spend our summer here. there used to be a tire swing over by that tree," he pointed to a tall tree near the barn. "but, my cousin, rick, he pushed chris too hard that the rope ripped. we were all like fifteen when that happened and grandpa didn't wanna fix it anymore, said the tire was too old already. but when my older cousins started having kids, he put a new one in and reinstalled the old playground too."

she smiled at the thought that matt's family was huge and all very close with each other. darling has never really experienced such a bond with her extended family. both pairs of her grandparents had unfortunately passed away in her early years of life. and her most of her aunts and uncles had problems with her parents, meaning she also had no close bond with her cousins. however, she had two loyal aunts, one on each side, who she'd see often and hang out with those cousins. "that's so sweet, babe." she grinned up at matt who blushed.

once they reached the barn, matt's mom and dad were both coming out at the same time. "hey you two!" matt's mom, kate, gasped when she saw her son and daughter-in-law, she loved to call darling that. "hey, mom." matt gave her a hug. and matt's dad, mark, came up to you and hugged you. "hey, kiddo." he said to darling. "hi mark, looking fancy." darling said as she pulled away, and kate came right away to her and hugged her. "you two look very fancy as well." mark said to both darling and matt. "kate, you look amazing! i love this color on you!" darling complimented her as mark and matt went into their own conversation. "really? thank you, hon! i tried something new! but look at you! you're so gorgeous, darling!" darling was pulled in for another hug.

kate and mark had to run into the main house for a couple of things leaving darling and matt alone again— just for a couple of seconds until they both heard chris' call out. "look at mr. fancy pants over here!" chris said as he and nick approached the two to them. "shut up." matt mumbled. "and mrs. fancy dress over here." chris said giving darling a side hug and then matt. "girl, you look so good!" nick said her giving her a hug.

nick and chris eventually went their own ways when they saw two of their cousins, which darling has met before when the group had gone bowling during spring break. "is that my matt?" darling and matt heard a voice. the both of them turned around as it was an older woman. "grandma!" matt said, a grin appeared on his face. from what matt told darling, he was the closest one to his grandma. "oh wow, this must be the girl you've been gushing about!" his grandma, alison, smiled at you. "oh she is, this is darling! darling, this is my grandma!" he introduced the both. "hello, it's nice to meet you." darling said shyly, sticking out her hand, but alison chuckled and pulled her in for a hug.

"it's nice to finally meet you after all this time!" alison said. "i've heard so much about you, darling." she said once they pulled back and darlings face was blushing. "matt, have you shown her around the land?" alison asked. "somewhat, just the barn as of now. i'll probably show her later during the party." alison hummed at matt's answer. "well, it was finally nice to meet you, but i've gotta check on bridezilla and make sure she hasn't pulled at anyone's hair." the three of them laughed and alison waved goodbye. "she was so sweet, i see why you're so close to her." matt blushes once more. "you did so great, darling. i told you everything was going to be fine." he places a kiss on her forehead.

since the ceremony wasn't for another hour, matt decided to show her around the land more since they had time. "i'd show you the main house, but i'm pretty sure it's hectic in there right now with everyone getting ready. so, let's go to my favorite part." matt held her hand and walked her to a small bridge that was over the small pond. "oh, this is cute!" darling gasped when she saw how decorated the pond was and how there was fishes in the pond as well. "yeah, my grandpa come out here every morning to feed 'em and add some more decorations my grandma finds." matt leaned against the raining. "it's my favorite spot because you can see everything from over here, but it's also kinda hidden."

"how often would you come to the bridge?" darling ran her hand up and down his arm. "literally everytime i would come over and stay the night. if i were staying for the summer, i would come here for an hour. grandma says that when nick, chris or any of my other cousins would ask for me, she would say im in my 'matt hour' and to leave me alone. they'd never listen and come bug me anyway." he chuckles at the memories and wraps his arm around her waist. "how're you liking it so far? i know you haven't met many people." matt presses a kiss to her hair.

"i like it here, actually. it's very pretty and peaceful out here. and i'm still kinda nervous to meet others." she looks up at him. "well, my grandma loves you already, i'd say you'll be fine." he smiles.

when the guest began to start arriving and taking their seat in the rows, darling and matt had ventured to get a good spot. on the way there, darling met matt's grandpa, paul, and all of matt's older cousins along with their spouses and children. and luckily, the meetings had all went very well. when the two got seats, darling let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. "you okay?" matt draped his arm over the back of her chair. "mhm, just happy everything is going well so far, everyone is so nice. especially your grandparents, i see where your dad gets it from." matt nods. "all you have left are a few cousins, and my aunts and uncles."

the ceremony was absolutely beautiful, that darling shed a few tears during it. matt's cousin, marley, looked like a princess in her white wedding dress. darling just loves love. during the ceremony she didn't meet anyone else as they were sat next to matt's parents and brothers and family that belonged to the groom, which meant matt didn't know who they were either.

the guest had made their way into the barn as marley and the bridesmaids went back into the main house so she'd change into her reception dress. "that's is our table over there—" matt's hand was on darlings lower back when someone called out matt's name. "matt, long time no see." it was matt's uncle, bryan, who was also the brides dad. he was standing next to his wife giselle, the mother of the bride. "is this who i think it is?" giselle gasped.

darling had the first and only girl matt has ever brought to meet the family. when the word had gotten around that matt was seeing darling, it came as a shock to everyone because he had never dated anyone. "guys, this is my girlfriend, darling." his hand sat on her lower back. the conversation was cut short due to the dj announcing that the newlyweds were about to make their entrance.

sometime during the reception, darling got up to get a refill on her drink when someone tapped her shoulder. she turned around and saw that it was marley, the bride. "darling right?" she said. "yeah, yeah that's me." darling said shyly. "oh wow! it's so nice to finally meet you." she pulled her in for a hug. "it's nice to meet you too, you're wedding is so beautiful. you looked so pretty in your dress." darling told her. "thank you so much! i'm so glad you were able to come with matt! the whole family has been dying to meet you, darling!"

matt soon came out of the bathroom and spotted darling and marley right away. darling looked to be comfortable in the conversation with his cousin, so he decided to head back to their table and not interrupt the conversation. soon, darling returned with a soft smile on her face and a refilled cup in her hand. "saw you with marley," matt started and rested his arm on the back of her chair. "how was that?" he asked, rubbing her shoulder. "it was good, and like everyone else she was really sweet." darling rested her head on matt's shoulder.

"told you, you had nothing to worry about. i think i've talked about you enough that they didn't even have to meet you to love you." he kissed her hair. "thank you for bringing me here."

"of course. i brought you to meet the rest of my family because i believed and you are forever. you're stuck with me now." he smiled.

[malsmind]

shut up for a second

𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

contains ➛ ★ big dick!chris ★ size kink ★ crying ★ mentions of smoking weed ★ praising ★ dirty talk ★ slight dumbification ★ pet names ★ creampie ★

𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦!

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you don’t really know how you ended up here.

well, that’s not true. you do — you remember the smoke swirling around the living room, the low hum of music in the background, the lazy conversation that turned into lazy touches. the way chris had looked at you with that smirk, those heavy-lidded eyes that meant trouble, the slow way his fingers ran over your thigh while you passed the blunt back and forth. and now… now you’re straddling him on the couch, knees pressed into the cushions on either side of his waist, your hoodie pushed up around your ribs, your shorts long gone. he’s warm under you, hands already resting on your hips like he belongs there. like this is something you both do all the time. it’s not. not exactly.

but maybe it should be.

“you feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he murmurs, voice already breathy, already dragging through his throat like he’s deep in it. “so tight—holy shit.”

you’re only halfway down.

your jaw clenches, breath catching in your throat. the stretch is slow and heavy, the high making it ten times worse—every nerve dialed up, every breath in your lungs tasting like smoke and tension. he’s not small. you’ve known that. you should’ve remembered that. but you’re too far in to stop now.

“chris…” you whisper, barely a warning. not sure if it’s a plea or a threat.

but he keeps going, hands tightening on your waist like he can’t help himself. “can’t believe how warm you are, shit—look at you. takin’ me so slow. bein’ so good for me.”

your eyes flutter shut, face scrunching, lips parting as you try to focus on breathing. he might be enjoying this part, but you’re hovering between pain and pleasure, trying to find the edge where one bleeds into the other. he groans again—loud, needy—and starts to say something else and nope, you’re done.

you reach out and slap your hand over his mouth.

“chris, shut up for a fuckin’ second…” you breathe, voice cracking, barely able to get the words out as your thighs tremble and you slowly, finally, sink down the rest of the way.

his eyes widen a little, but he doesn’t pull away from your touch. just grins under your hand, groaning into your palm as you bottom out on him with a soft, broken whimper. your head spins. your body goes hot all over. you stay there, not daring to move yet, just breathing, letting your body adjust. your fingers are still pressed against his cheek, your palm over his lips, and he looks so amused by all of this. he raises his brows at you, as if to say, are you done yet? you slowly pull your hand away from his mouth. roll your hips once. then again.

he groans out loud, head tipping back against the couch. “that big, huh?” he huffs a laugh, the cockiness returning full force. “needed to fuckin’ concentrate on takin’ my dick.”

you roll your eyes, leaning forward slightly, your palms flat against his chest now. “i swear to god,” you mumble, “i’ll hold your mouth shut again.”

he’s grinning up at you now, hands moving to your hips again, helping you move, slow and steady.

“ion think you will, ma,” he says, his voice smug. too smug. “not when you feel this good. not when you’re grippin’ me like that.”

you breathe out hard through your nose, trying to hold onto your pace, trying not to lose yourself in how full you feel, how good the pressure is, how he fits like you were built to take him. every roll of your hips makes your stomach flutter and your thighs tremble. he watches you like you’re a damn piece of art.

“c’mon,” he murmurs, guiding your movements, fingers pressing into your skin just right. “tell me how it feels. tell me how fuckin’ big that dick is.”

“chris—” you warn, but your voice falters, choked with need.

“nah, nah. you know you love it,” he keeps going, voice low. “look at that pussy. fuckin’ milkin’ me dry.”

you let out a broken sound, head dropping forward, forehead resting against his shoulder as your pace falters for a second. your whole body feels like it’s on fire. overstimulated and desperate and high—like every word out of his mouth is crawling under your skin in the worst, and best way.

he kisses the side of your face, grinning against your cheek. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this. dumb n’ needy. can’t even ride me properly, hm?”

you gasp softly, hips stuttering. “shut up—”

“you can’t even stop,” he says, voice dropping lower now. less teasing. more wrecked. “feels too good, huh? that it?”

you nod, barely. lips brushing his collarbone. you’re too far gone to argue. the way he fills you is too much. too perfect. it hurts a little still, but you love it—you live for this kind of overwhelming stretch. and he knows it. he knows what he’s doing to you. he lifts his hips a little, meeting you halfway.

“fuck, ’s so big…” you moan.

“mhmmm. there it is,” he breathes, hands tightening on you. “ride me, baby. just like that.”

you try. god, you try. your legs are shaking and your thoughts are scattered and you’re doing your best to keep going but it’s getting harder and harder to keep control.

“chris,” you whimper, voice barely there.

he kisses your jaw, still smiling. “you gonna cum?”

you nod, lips parting, breath catching.

“use me, then,” he murmurs, his voice low and hot and sweet like honey. “take what you need.”

and you do. you roll your hips faster now, harder, your thighs burning and your moans getting louder as your body takes over. chris groans under you, hands moving up your back, pulling you closer. your chest is flush against his now, your face buried in his neck, breath hitching every few seconds as the knot in your stomach coils tight and hot.

“thereee ya go,” he whispers, lips at your ear. “come on, baby. fuckin’ cum on this big dick. lemme feel it.”

his hands move to your ass, helping you grind down harder, deeper, until you’re trembling and crying out against his throat. you come hard, body curling in on itself, nails digging into his shoulders as you gasp and whimper, shaking. he holds you through it, whispering praises into your skin, voice cracking with how hard he’s trying not to lose it himself.

“that’s it… that’s it, ma… fuck—”

you don’t even realize you’re crying until he touches your cheek, brushing away the tears.

“you okay?” he asks softly, suddenly all gentle again.

you nod into his neck. “feels too good,” you mumble.

“i know,” he says. “i know, baby.”

you start moving again, slowly, almost mindlessly. still riding the high. still chasing something. he groans, hands on your hips again, letting you keep going even though your legs are weak and you’re still shaking.

“you’re insane,” he mutters. “you’re so fuckin’ perfect. can’t believe—shit—”

you feel him twitch inside you. and then his voice breaks.

“fuck, i’m gonna—”

you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel him throb, his whole body tensing underneath you. he pulls you down hard, hips jerking up once, twice—and then he groans loud into your neck, teeth sinking lightly into your skin as he comes. deep. warm. thick. you both go still.

just breathing. his arms stay around you. your head stays on his shoulder. the air is thick and quiet and buzzing with whatever just happened. a minute passes.

“i really did have to concentrate,” you mumble, half-laughing.

he laughs too, breathless. “yeah? and i made it hard?”

“you never shut up.”

“that’s crazy,” he says, grinning. “because you still came all over me.”

you smack his chest. “shut up.”

he kissed your forehead. “you love it.”

[overlygoin]

introducing cowboy matt

As the farmer's daughter, you didn't see or speak to many people. Your only friends were the sweet animals your daddy had on the farm. You're an angel. isn’t that right? That's what your daddys worker almost immediately thought when he seen you wandering around the farm talking to the animals like they understand every word that left your sweet lips. as the weeks went on, it became a tradition for you to wake up early and bake sweet treats for the working boy your daddy hired. not because he’s the most handsome sight you have laid your eyes on, but because he works so awfully hard in the heat he deserves it, atleast thats what you tell yourself every morning when your alarm clock goes off an hour early to bake the sweet treats.

"For me? Lil' ol me?" Matt tilts his head, “if your father knew you was baking me treats every morning sweetheart, he would pull out his shotgun” he didn’t care, he would happily take the treats every time, he didn’t give a shit about what your daddy thought. he grins down at you, taking the peach pie from your hands, fingers brushing against yours as he does so. it's only one lil simple touch, but it has your face burning at the feel of your warm skin against his. with a slight clearing of his throat, he grins “well your just a doll aint ya?”

sweet as a peach.

@overlygoin

quite mad i impulsively deleted all my other works but its all good ima start writing again fukk it

📌pls feel free to send wtv reqs you have for cowboy matt 📌

[simpson12]

AHHHH

— 𝜗ৎ lunch . . . m.s

in which . . . matt loves tasting you

warnings . . . smut, unprotected sex, oral, (fem!recieving) pet names, dirty talk, making out, boob play, fingering, multiple orgasms, matt the munch, face sitting, kissing.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #2

matt approaches you with a predatory grace, his eyes locked on yours, dark and intense. "been waitin’ all day to taste you sweetheart," he whispers, his voice a sultry promise that makes your heart skip a beat. he leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

your fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it impatiently. he doesn't resist, pulling it off in a swift movement, revealing the hard planes of his chest. you trace the contours of his muscles with a trembling hand, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. his breath hitches at your touch, a primal growl escaping his lips.

matt captures your lips again, this time with a fierce intensity that sets your senses ablaze. his tongue delves into your mouth, exploring every inch with a possessive hunger. you moan into the kiss, your body responding to his every move with an eager desire.

he breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. each touch sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core. his hands roam over your body, kneading and squeezing your breasts, making you arch into his touch.

his mouth latches onto a nipple, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud until it stands stiff with arousal. you can't help but arch your back, offering yourself to him. he shifts his attention to the other breast, his free hand sliding down your body to rest between your thighs.

"so wet," he groans, his fingers rubbing against your drenched folds. "i need to taste you." the need in his voice mirrors the ache building within you. with a swift movement, he strips you of your panties, exposing you to his ravenous gaze. his eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of your glistening cunt. "beautiful," he murmurs before descending upon you like a man starved.

his tongue flicks over your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. you can't hold back the moans that spill from your lips, each one a symphony of desire. his fingers slide into your heat, curling and stroking your inner walls. the sensations are overwhelming, the combination of his mouth and fingers working in tandem has you teetering on the edge.

"cum f’me," he commands, his voice a muffled husky whisper against your core. and just like that, your climax hits you with the force of a tidal wave, dragging a loud cry from your throat as you clench around his fingers. he laps up every drop of your pleasure, prolonging your orgasm until you're a quivering mess beneath him.

as you come down from your high, he rises above you, his lips glistening with your essence. "now it's my turn," he growls, unfastening his jeans and freeing his throbbing member. you watch with rapt attention as he strokes himself, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

he positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his cock against your slick folds. "you gonna take my cock pretty girl?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. you nod eagerly, desperate to be filled by him. with a firm thrust, he enters you, stretching you deliciously.

you gasp at the sensation, feeling him hit every spot inside you. he begins to move, each thrust a perfect blend of power and finesse. his hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. the dual stimulation sends you spiraling into another climax, clenching around him as you cry out his name.

the tightness of your walls triggers his own release. he spills inside you with a loud groan, his body jerking as he empties himself. he collapses on top of you, both of you panting and spent, covered in a sheen of sweat.

he pulls out slowly, causing a new wave of aftershocks to ripple through you. without a word, he reaches out and gently cups your face in his hands. his touch is warm, reassuring, and it sends a cascade of emotions swirling within you. his thumb strokes your cheekbone, a soft, tender caress that makes your heart flutter.

he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours. you can smell the faint scent of his cologne, a mix of wood and spice that you find intoxicating. his lips brush against yours, a feather-light touch that leaves you yearning for more. the first real kiss comes as a shock, a jolt of electricity that runs straight to your core. his lips are soft, yet firm, moving against yours with a rhythm that's both familiar and new. it's a kiss that speaks of longing as his tongue dances against yours

as the kiss deepens, his hands slide down to your shoulders, pulling you closer. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, the firmness of his chest against yours. his tongue seeks entrance, and you grant it willingly. his hands roam your back, tracing the curve of your spine, before settling on your hips. he pulls you against him, and you can't help but moan at the feeling.

“we are done yet, sweetheart.” matt says, rolling over to lay down as you began to sit up, still in euphoria from the orgasms you had. "come on, baby. sit on my face." his voice is dripping with desire, and it sends a surge of excitement through your body.

you move to straddle his head. as you lower yourself down onto his face, you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. his mouth is so warm and wet, his tongue immediately starting to work its magic. he's licking and sucking at your most sensitive area, and it's driving you wild. you start to grind against his face, feeling the pleasure building inside you. you can't believe how good this all feels, the way his tongue is moving, the way his nose is brushing against you. it's all so much, so overwhelming…yet so good.

"fuck," you moan, your hands finding purchase in the sheets as you move against him. his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he devours you. you can feel the orgasm building, getting closer and closer. then, suddenly, you're cumming. hard. the pleasure crashes over you like a wave, sending sparks of electricity through your body. you're moaning and writhing against him, completely lost in the sensation.

as the pleasure starts to subside, you move off of his face, collapsing onto the bed beside him. he turns to look at you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "that was hot," he says, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face. his chin is dripping with your cum. you smile up at him, feeling completely spent but also extremely satisfied. you smile snuggling up against him. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the two of you slowly drifted off together.

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