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[anonsturniolo]

ik it’s been forever but i made a new account to hopefully help me get back into writing!

@sturniologreys

just posted part one to my grey’s anatomy au with chris!! i wanna focus on creating new worlds and sticking chris (and maybe matt one day) into it. if you have any suggestions or questions, ask them at @sturniologreys

love you all mwah <3

[anonsturniolo]

after dusk — chris sturniolo

paring — vampire!chris x f!reader

genre — mentions of blood and drinking it, manipulation

word count — ???

"You can't be serious?" You quietly ask, a perplexed expression settling onto your face.

Your best friend rapidly nods her head, "I'm dead serious, Y/N. I think Chris is a vampire." She insists, the serious expression on her face sending goosebumps across your skin.

You stayed quiet, turning your gaze towards the window of the car. Are vampire's real? Are there more of them?

"I think I'm gonna go home." You state softly, lifting your hand for the car door.

"Oh, okay. Do you want a ride?" Your friend offers, to which you shake your head in response. "No, I just wanna clear my head." You decline, stepping out of the car. You only lived a 10 minute walk away, just long enough to settle your racing mind.

You wave goodbye to your friend before turning on your heal and beginning to walk home. The sun was barely set, the chilly wind of late October making you pull your cardigan tighter against your body.

The crunching of fallen leaves soothes you in a way you can't explain, and you finally can feel your thoughts start to melt away. You admire the scattered Halloween decorations as you walk past houses, something you loved to do.

As you walk past a house with a tall figure portraying as the Grim Reaper, you feel a sharp chill shoot down your back, making the hairs on your arm stand straight up. You suddenly felt the feeling of being watched, like something was lurking in the shadows preying on you.

You crane your head side to side, checking your surroundings, deeming it safe. You can't shake the feeling though, so your pace quickens, reaching into your pocket to grip onto your phone just in case.

"Hey, Y/N." A voice suddenly speaks behind you making you nearly jump out of your skin. You spin on your heels to face the voice, and your heart stutters in your chest when your eyes land on Chris Sturniolo.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, offering you a small smile.

"S'okay.." You trail off, trying to act like your heart wasn't pumping at a million miles per hour.

"What are you doing out?" He then asks, making you nervous. Why did he care? You guys knew of each other from High School, and that was nearly 2 years ago.

"Just going home." You calmly reply, turning to resume your walk, hoping he'd catch the hint. He didn't, he quickly fell into step with you, making your heart beat even faster.

"Mind if I walk with ya?" He asks, and with your nerves and anxiety you stupidly nodded your head yes. The two of you walk in silence, and you almost forget he's there with how lightly he walks. Your house was coming into view and relief flooded through you.

"Y/N?" Chris calls your name, his cold hand coming up to rest on your shoulder to get you to stop. You turn to look at him, and it feels like you got sucked into a trance.

His eyes hold yours hostage, and you can barely see the smirk creeping onto his lips, "You're going to come with me quietly, understand?" He speaks, his eyes searching yours intensely.

"I understand." The words tumbled through your mouth without permission, your body relaxing under his touch. You open your mouth to protest but nothing comes out, you look up at him fearfully, not understanding what's happening.

"It's okay, I'll explain everything." He grins down at you, swiftly picking you up and taking off in a run that was so fast your head was spinning when he stopped.

"I'm gonna puke!" You yell, trying to shove Chris away from you. He quickly grabs ahold of your chin, again looking deeply into your eyes.

"You're fine." Instantly your stomach stopped churning.

"Chris, what the fuck is going on?" You ask, your voice wavering with each word. Tears filled your waterline, thinking back to what your best friend had told you not even an hour ago.

"I'm dead serious, Y/N. I think Chris is a vampire."

Chris gently grabs you hand, guiding you towards a bench. You take in your surroundings, realizing you're deep into the woods behind the local park. Usually, it took a good hour of walking to find this bench, but with Chris' super speed it took a matter of seconds.

"What are you thinking right now?" Chris softly asks, his eyes scanning your face in curiosity.

"You're telling me you don't know what I'm thinking right now?" You incredulously ask, subconsciously thinking of him as Edward Cullen, your favorite vampire movie.

Chris offers you a slight smile with a shake of his head, "I know what you are." You whisper, letting your eyes fall to the ground. The grass was a darker shade of green, and slightly wet from the rain earlier in the day.

"Yeah?" He asks, urging you to continue.

"Would it be funny if I started to recite Twilight right now?" You half joke, letting a small smile slip onto your lips, but it was gone before it could fully form. Why the fuck are you joking with him about this?

You could be dead in mere seconds, and there was nothing funny about it.

"Say it." Chris speaks, his face inching closer to yours.

You bite your lip before taking in a deep breath, "You're a vampire." You whisper, and before you know it Chris' hand is gripping your jaw and tilting your head, giving him better access to your neck.

“Please..” You trail off, the tears cascading down your cheeks. You didn’t want to die, especially at the hands of a monster. Your family would never know the truth about your murder, or even your disappearance.

Chris hums, brushing his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply, “I can’t help it, baby.” He whispers, dropping open his mouth as he feels his fangs come forward from his gums.

“I don’t wanna die.” You cry pathetically, your silent tears now turning into sobs as you struggle in Chris’ tight grip. You can feel the wood beneath your thighs dig into your skin, but you don’t care.

Chris pulls back slightly to look you in the eye, “Who said anything about dyin’?” He asks, raising a questioning eyebrow at you, making your body freeze.

You look slightly up at him, “Y-You’re not gonna kill me?” You ask, to which he shakes his head. He leans closer, again deeply looking in your eyes, “You can’t leave this bench.” He speaks loudly and clearly, making you jump with his sudden tone.

Once he’s satisfied, he leans back, fully letting you go. Instantly you’re trying to stand up, but it’s like your legs had been super glued to the wooden planks.

“I compelled you.” He speaks, lifting a leg and bending it at the knee to rest on his other leg. Your eyes shoot to him, “Like in the vampire diaries?” You ask, watching the way a smirk forms on his face. It sends chills down your spine, the way he was looking at you.

He was looking at you like you were the perfect snack.

“You got yourself your very own Damon Salvatore.” He whispers darkly, sending goosebumps across your whole body.

“But-“

“No buts,” Chris cuts you off, his eyes trailing across your exposed neck in wonder. Almost in fascination. He reaches a hand out, using two fingers to trade the exposed area, humming in satisfaction as he feels your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

“I’ve been watching you.” He admits quietly, looking off into the distance.

Your eyes search his face, “What do you mean?” You question hesitantly, unsure how this dynamic was supposed to play out. Were you supposed to be scared, or were you supposed to act like nothing weird was happening?

“You mostly stick to yourself, you don’t let anyone stray you from what you like or believe in. You are 100% your true self, and I can’t lie and say that’s not incredibly attractive.” He explains, finally meeting your eyes.

He licks his lips as he shuffles closer, “And I can’t get enough of how good you smell.” He deeply sighs, his face nearing yours.

You frown at the statement, “So you like me and you enjoy the way my blood smells?” Chris nods, “Not just your blood, sweetheart.” With that being said, he leans in and places his lips onto yours. You freeze, extremely conflicted on the idea of kissing him back.

Chris’ hand finds its home on your waist, giving it a slight squeeze making you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You unconsciously begin to kiss him back, your tongues meeting in a sloppy manner.

He breaks the kiss, trailing down your jaw and to your neck, your eyes fluttering shut at the pleasant sensation.

“It’s gonna feel s’good,” he whispers against the base of your neck, “Gonna wish I did this sooner.” He mumbles, before his teeth extend into your flesh, your mouth dropping in a silent scream as sudden pleasure washes over you.

Chris tugs you into his body, his grip possessive. Your hands fly to his shoulders, unsure if you want to push him away or pull him closer. You opted for the latter, your fingers digging into Chris’ shoulders.

The tug and pull from Chris drinking from you was like nothing you had ever felt. It was as if every nerve ending were being caressed, your heart rate kicking up. Only it wasn’t due to fear, but to the intensity of the connection and intimacy you were sharing. With a vampire.

The world around you blurred, all you could focus on was the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

Chris finally pulls back, your blown out eyes searches his face, almost admiring the way your blood drips down his chin.

“H-How,” You stammer, your mouth suddenly dry.

“Shh,” Chris gently shushes you, guiding you to lean your back against his chest, “Just rest awhile baby.” He softly coos at you, your brain swarming with too many thoughts to pull yourself together.

Chris has you exactly where he wants you.

[anonsturniolo]

behind the scenes — matt sturniolo

paring — matt sturniolo x f!reader

genre — smut, coworkers to lovers/enemies to lovers

word count — ???

You let out a slight huff, staring at your reflection intensely. It was opening night for the haunted theme park and your makeup wasn’t turning out exactly how you wanted it. Today you were dressed up as a darker clown, your long hair in high pig tails, messy clown makeup that actually took you hours to do.

And now your extra long eyelashes won’t stay on. You rip them off your eyelids, wincing slightly at the sudden pull. Setting them down on the black vanity in front of you, you’re ready to give up.

“Need some help, baby?” A seductive voice whispers into your ear, making you jump in surprise. Your eyes meet Matt’s smug ones in the mirror, and you spin in your chair to face him.

“Jesus, Matt.” You glare at him, your hand shooting out to slap his arm. He just laughs to himself as he takes a seat in the open chair next to you.

Matt had just started working with you nearly 2 weeks ago, right when the season started. The fair you worked for was typically set up for the whole month of October, giving you a break from your “normal” job.

You on one hand loved it, but anytime Matt came around? You questioned why you even liked it here. There was something about him that just got under your skin, maybe it was his cocky attitude. Or the fact he was so undeniably attractive.

Especially in his joker costume.

His makeup was always perfectly messy, his hair brushed back exposing his forehead and letting his blue eyes shine bright in contrast. He never spray painted his hair green, claiming that would just “ruin his look”, but what it really meant was he wanted to look good for the countless of girls he’d pursue.

“I can help you, forreal.” Matt muttered from beside you, and you glanced down at the eyelashes.

You turn to face him with a cocked brow, “And how do you know how to put them on?” You cryptically asked, making him roll his eyes.

“I’ve seen enough girls put them on, don’t see why I can’t figure it out.” He shrugs, before leaning forward with the eyelash in hand. You finally lower your eyes, giving him better access to apply the band as close to your lash line as he could get.

You sit there awkwardly as he fiddles with the eyelash, and although you hate him; your body flushes with heat as you can feel his warm breath fanning across your face. When Matt gently grips your cheeks, turning your head to get a better view, you nearly bite back a moan.

You couldn’t help it, you loved to be manhandled.

“There.” Matt mutters, extending to his full height and admiring his handy work. You turn to face the mirror, surprised when you take a closer look at your eyelashes. They were perfectly applied.

You fight back a frown, refusing to meet Matt’s eyes in the mirror, “Thanks, Matt.” You sigh, shuffling off of your chair now fully ready to venture around the park and get some scares in.

Matt lets out a groan as you pass him, making you turn back to give him a questioning glance, “You look so sexy tonight in that dress, can’t get over it.” He boldly tells you, to which you flip him off and add an extra sway to your hips, knowing he was watching you leave.

“Fucking Christ..”

Confidence surged through you, giggling as you popped out and startled guest after guest. A couple hours had passed, and you were now sat on a bench as you plucked at some cotton candy. You were busy watching a family from a distance as they got scared by someone jumping out of a bush to notice Matt approaching you.

“Hey.” Matt greets you, sitting down beside you and ignoring the glare you sent his way. You nearly forgot about him, and how he was making you feel earlier, but it all came crashing down on you as he placed a warm hand on your upper thigh.

You look from his eyes to his hand a few times, before you turn away from him. You know there’s a cocky smirk on his stupid face, so you know better than to look back to him.

“Just gonna ignore me now?” Matt asks, and you relish in the way he huffs when you don’t give him any attention. Just as you’re about to place another piece of the cotton candy in your mouth, it’s ripped from you grasp completely.

“What the hell!?” You cry out, your eyes finally meeting Matt’s as he throws away the sugary treat in the trash can next to him. “Matt, what the fuck is your issue?”

Matt grabbed your arm firmly, his tight grasp shocking you. He glanced back at you, his eyes flaring with anger. Wordlessly, he dragged you back to the dressing room the two of you were in hours prior.

“What is my issue? What’s your fucking issue?” Matt snarled, his voice deep with anger, “Givin’ me all this sass, ignoring me.” He kissed his teeth briefly, waiting for a response.

You crossed your arms defensively, “I don’t have an issue.” You insist, and you hate the way Matt is staring at you. As if he knew every thought you’ve ever had, like he felt how you were already dripping because of him.

A cocky smirk crosses his lips, he takes a taunting step towards you, “Y’know, I’ve always had a thing for clowns…” he trails off, raising a hand to lightly tug on one of your pigtails. Your breath hitched at his sultry voice, and how his eyes slowly traveled down your body.

“Matt.” You whisper, grabbing the hand that was ghostly tracing your waist, halting his movements, “I don’t wanna be just another girl on your list.” You explain once his eyes meets yours.

“You won’t be,” he insists, twisting his hand in your grasp to hold your hand, “I’ve wanted you for so long…” he trailed off, his eyes zoning in on your lips.

“Those other girls? Never slept with them.” Your surprised eyes meet his, the question on the tip of your tongue, “I only talked to them when you were around, thought I could make you jealous.” Instantly your lips were smashed against his, your hands threaded through his hair and tugging him closer.

Matt let out a soft grunt at the sensation, easily picking you up and placing you on the vanity behind you. The kiss deepened, the two of you hungry for each other. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, causing you to tug on his shirt.

“Want it off,” you mumbled against his lips, nearly whining at the loss of him as he leaned back and whipped it off. His face paint was smeared with black, due to your makeup.

His lips smashed against yours once again, his hands grabbing at the supple flesh of your thighs. Your hands have a mind of their own, trailing up and down his chest, exploring his exposed skin for the first time.

Matt finally broke the kiss, leaving trails of kisses down your neck as his hands began to bunch up the fabric of your dress. Hastily you shove his hands away, ignoring his confused stare as you slide the garment over your head. You’re left in a black lacy set, and your tights.

“Goddamn..” he muttered, his hands instantly cupping your breasts as he kisses you again. The lust between the two of you poured into the kiss, seemingly to not get enough. Matt’s skillful hands snuck around and up your back, unhooking your bra, and gently taking the straps off your shoulders.

A soft gasp left you once your nipples were exposed to the cold air, your hips slightly bucking in search of relief. You begin to fumble with Matt’s belt to speed things along, and he’s quick to undo his pants and shove them down without breaking away from your lips.

Now left in his boxers, his hands find their way to your chest, tweaking and pulling at your nipples. You moan into his mouth as the pleasure begins to wash over you, your core clenching around nothing.

“Wanna taste you,” Matt mumbles against your lips, making you pull back.

You start to pull down his boxers, “Next time, please, I need you.” You seductively whine, and Matt nearly cums at your tone and pleading expression.

He smirks down at you, his fingers finally making their way to where you need him the most, ghosting over your clit above your panties.

“Y’need me, huh?” He taunts, and you nod your head rapidly in response. With his rock hard cock exposed, you take great pleasure in wrapping your hand around his base, slowly stroking it. When your fingers make contact with his slit, his hips jerk and a moan flies past his lips.

You lean in close to him, “Sounds like you need me too.” Matt doesn’t reply, just threads his hand under the hem of your underwear and pulls, breaking the thin fabric. You were too turned on to care, and you watch as he pulls you forward slightly so he’d have better access.

He removes your hand from his cock, his eyes falling down to your wet cunt, and he begins to slowly rock his hips letting his head bump into your clit. Your head falls back against the mirror, whimpers leaving your lips.

“Please, Matt.” You pathetically whine, lifting your head to meet his eyes. He slowly begins to push inside of you both of your jaws dropping as he bottoms out. The look he gives you is possessive, and his hips start snapping into yours at an animalistic pace.

“Matt!” You cry out once he hits that special spot, so deep inside of you. Your hands dig into his shoulders, causing him to let out deep grunts when he feels your nails pierce his skin.

“Mhm, that’s right baby,” he groans, removing one hand from your hips to rub harsh circles on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The band deep within you was forming, begging to snap.

“Feels s’good…” Matt trailed off, making you look up at him through watery eyes. His eyes were focused on where your bodies connected, relishing in the way your cunt greedily swallowed his cock.

“G-Gonna cum.” You warned, making Matt look up at you. His eyes searched yours as the end neared, his lips smashing down onto yours in a feverish manner. He wasn’t ready for this to end, but he also knew this wouldn’t be the only time it happened.

“Be a good girl and cum f’me,” he grunted softly, feeling the way your gummy walls clenched onto him, “Cum on my cock baby.” He urged, feeling his impending orgasm near the edge.

“Matt!” You pathetically cry, the band within you finally snapping once Matt placed a firm hand on your lower stomach. Pure bliss washed over you as Matt fucked you through your orgasm, sending shocks of hot pleasure through your shaking body.

“Where do you want it?” Matt groaned, his grip on your hips tightened.

“Inside.” You said whine out, your hands pawing at his shoulders as the pleasure coursed over your body for the last time.

Matt’s thrusts grew erratic and sloppy, a telltale sign he was close. You clenched down rather hard onto him as your orgasm faded, immediately you could feel his release painting your walls white as he continued to fuck into you to ride out his orgasm.

You look up to his face, finally coming back to earth, to see his eyes clenched shut and his jaw slacked as the pleasure consumed him. His hips slowed to a stop, all that could be heard was heavy breathing as you both caught your breath.

“That was…” You trailed off, wincing as Matt slowly pulled out of you. He was quick to grab a towel, gently cleaning you off.

“I’m taking you to dinner tomorrow night.” He spoke without looking up at you, sliding your underwear back on.

You cocked a brow at him, “Are you now?”

Matt stares at you blankly, “Did I not just fuck the attitude outta you? Need more?”

[anonsturniolo]

mirrors — chris sturniolo

paring — chris sturniolo x gf!reader

genre — fluff? mentions of blow job/preparing to give oral

word count — texts w bf chris / 500 ish

“Where’d they go?!” Chris pants as he comes to a halt next to your car.

You laugh softly, “Get in, they left when they heard your loud ass shoes running towards them.” Chris groans loudly, glancing around his surroundings before climbing into the car, a prominent pout on his lips.

“What did you expect? They probably thought you were gonna eat them.” You teased as you began to drive again, and you burst out laughing as Chris nearly breaks his neck to glare at you in shock.

“Don’t say that!” He shouts, crossing his arms over his chest, “Now I feel bad.” He mumbles, which makes you laugh even harder.

As you pull into the driveway your laughter hasn’t subsided, “Alright, shows over chuckles, pack it up.” Chris groans from beside you, quickly exiting the car and coming around to open the door for you.

You stifle your laughs as you climb out the car, placing a gentle kiss to Chris’ cheek. The two of you walk inside wordlessly, and you notice it’s quieter than usual.

As if Chris can read your mind, “Matt and Nick are at Madison’s for the night.” He informs you, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes as you stop at the fridge, grabbing two sodas before making your way downstairs to Chris’ room.

You set your phone on the nightstand next to the soda’s, and you begin to gather your hair into a ponytail, “What are you doing?” Chris asked, slipping in between you and the bed. You finish tying up your hair, lifting your hands to run up his chest before you shove him backwards, forcing him to sit down.

You take in his shocked expression, as you usually don’t take control in the bedroom but tonight felt different.

“Wanna make good on what I said earlier.” You grin at him, slowly falling to your knees in front of him. You glance down at the tent forming in his pants, your palms resting on his knees.

“Empty house means I can hear you whimper and whine with your cock in my mouth, as loud as you want.”

[anonsturniolo]

kinktober master list ‘24

🕸️ a collection of halloween based one shots featuring matt and chris sturniolo 🕸️

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october 1st — never forget you; matt sturniolo x female!zombie

october 4th — spider man; chris sturniolo!spiderman x female!reader

october 20th — behind the scenes; matt sturniolo x female!reader

october 20th — after dusk; vampire!chris sturniolo x prey!reader

october — it’s the first day of autumn; matt sturniolo x female!reader

october — tbd…

october — tbd…

october — tbd…

october — tbd…

october — tbd…

october — tbd…

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CHRIS STURNIOLO ᡣ𐭩

stalker!chris hc

lie to girls blurb

touchybf!chris hc

dealer chris hc

ghostface!chris blurb (smut)

bf chris x bookworm gf hc

chris being in love hc

mirrors

MATT STURNIOLO ♡ྀི

brat tamer hc

handcuffed to love part 1 part 2

taste blurb

fangirl gf x bf matt hc

surprising matt on tour

bf matt x bookworm gf hc

matt being in love

[anonsturniolo]

spider-man — chris sturniolo

paring — spiderman!chris x f!reader

genre — fluff, golden retriever energy, Chris being hurt, solved angst

word count — 1.5k

He was late, and by 3 whole hours. You had saw on the news about the giant lizard that had wrecked the Williamsburg Bridge, but you had turned it off. You couldn't stomach watching how your boyfriend traveled across the bridge at such dangerous heights, trying to fight a creepy monster.

You walk over to the window that was right next to the fire escape to your loft, sliding it open. That was how Chris usually entered your place, especially if he was still in his suit. You checked your phone, turning your back to the open window.

Still no text or call from Chris.

You let out a deep sigh, turning towards the window just in time to see Chris shooting his last web so he was able to land safely onto the fire escape.

He lifts a hand and tugs off his mask, leaning onto the windowsill, "Hey pretty lady, do you leave your window open for jus' anybody?" Chris teases you, a grin on his split open lip.

Relief floods through you, "Chris!" You half shout, immediately reaching for him. You help him climb into your room, frowning as he grunts in pain at shifting his body to fit through the window.

"I wish your spider would've given you like, super speed healing or something." You murmur to him quietly, easing him onto your reading chair. He winces out a laugh, leaning back and letting his shoulders fall.

"I wish, but it's a good thing I don't heal too fast." He replies, making you look at him as if he was crazy, "It keeps me humble."

"Oh my god." You sigh, placing a hand over your eyes in disbelief. You spin on your heel, heading for your bathroom to grab the first aid kit you keep for when Chris comes to you all banged up from a fight.

Once you’ve gathered what you needed, you head back into your room. Chris was slowly stepping through your window, but by some miracle he stumbled and crashed to the floor.

So much for these “spidey senses” he’s always raving about.

“Chris, are you okay?” You ask, a soft laugh escaping you. Chris’ head shoots up to glare at you, but he can’t fool you. A smile tugs at his lips, “Yeah, laugh it up chuckles.” He playfully sneers, letting you help him stand up. You sit him down on the singular chair you had in your room so you could tend to his wounds.

Chris winces as you apply the wet washcloth to wipe away the blood on his face, being mindful of his lip that was split open. You go to grab the ointment, before deciding that’s not necessary. It’ll heal before it has a chance to be infected.

“Any broken bones I’m unaware of?” You ask him, leaning back to look him in the eye. He shrugs, a wince appearing on his features, “Some ribs probably.” You decide quietly, helping him take off his suit.

A gasp rips from your throat as his chest and stomach were revealed, bruises ranging from a light purple to a deep purple and yellow scattered his skin. You grip onto his shoulder softly, your eyes filling with tears as you look up at him.

“Baby…” You trail off, wanting nothing more than to take his pain away. He defends an uncountable amount of people just to end up hurting and suffering once it’s said and done.

“I’m fine.” Chris frowns at you, gently cupping your face to tear your eyes away from his body. He never minded when you stared, he just hated seeing you look so sad.

You stayed quiet as you helped him change into a t-shirt and a pair of sweats he had left lying around, getting him comfortable in your bed.

“Where are you goin’ baby?” He softly asks, his hand shooting out to grab onto yours.

You leaned down to place a gentle kiss to his head, “Gonna go get us a drink. I’ll be right back.” You promised, and Chris reluctantly let go of your hand.

Making your way into the kitchen and getting out everything you needed to make Chris’ favorite; hot chocolate. You moved quickly, knowing if you took too long he’d join you in the kitchen. Placing mini marshmallows on top was the final touch, carefully picking them up and walking slowly to your room.

“Is that hot chocolate?” Chris excitedly asked, his interest peaked as he watched you walk across the room. You sent him a small smile, rounding the bed and carefully handing him his mug.

You both sip on your drinks silently, the noise from the city making the air around you two lighter.

After a while, Chris speaks up, “Baby, please tell me what’s on your mind.” He sets his mug on your nightstand, his eyes searching yours for questions he knows he can’t answer.

“I’m just…worried.” You whisper, shrugging your shoulders. Your eyes are glued to your mug, your hands tightly clutching it in a way to keep yourself present.

“About me?” Chris questions you quietly, to which you nod.

Your eyes burn as you fight back tears, “Every time you’re late, my brain takes me to a place I could never speak into words. It’s as if every nightmare I’ve ever had has come to life.” Chris nods, encouraging you to keep talking, “You’re on the streets fighting insane creatures and I never know which one will keep you. And it’s fucking horrifying.” The tears are flowing now, having to picture yourself finding out Chris was killed and having to live on without him.

“I promise I’m always bein’ safe,” Chris whispers, taking the mug out of your hand and placing it with his. He’s immediately tugging you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you.

“Nobody is gonna take me out, y’know? I won’t let them.” He murmurs into your hair, holding you tighter as your body shakes with each breath you take.

“You don’t know that Chris, and that’s what scares me the most,” You reply, lifting a hand to grip his tightly, “I don’t think you know your limits, and one day it’s going to catch up to you.” Chris takes in a deep breath at your words, really thinking them over.

Ultimately you were right. He knew that, but he hated that you were. In his mind, he could take on anything and come out standing on top. Chris hated that he kept you up worrying late at night, watching the news and waiting to see if he doesn’t stand back up after a hard hit.

“I’ll…” He trailed off, his brain racing as reality came crashing down around him, “I’ll be more careful. I’ll step out of a fight if I can’t handle it. I don’t want you to worry about me, Ma.”

You nod against his chest, accepting that this will be the first step in the right direction. “Thank you..” You reply softly, focusing on the way Chris’ chest rises and falls with every breath.

“Can I show you something?” Chris suddenly speaks, already shifting to sit up. You nod and watch on curiously as he slips on his suit again, no longer wincing as his body twists and turns.

“C’mon.”

Chris helps you onto the fire escape as your nerves build up, you never liked traveling by his webs. You knew it was safe and everything, but the feeling of free falling for just a second made you almost puke. He wraps an arm around your waist, and the two of you are off.

Your arms are tightly wrapped around his neck, your head resting against his shoulders and your eyes tightly squeezed shut. You could feel Chris chuckle as you took in a sharp breath as he took a rather long time to shoot another web.

He’s crazy.

Finally he landed, and you slowly released your grip on him as you take in the view. Chris had brought you to a secluded rooftop, overlooking the city. The sun was now set, the neon lights lighting up the area beneath you.

Chris turned to you, sliding off his mask, “I brought you here to make you a promise,” he began, his voice thick with emotion. “I know the danger and risks I face everyday, and I can’t bear to think of you getting hurt because of me.” Chris takes a deep breath, grabbing both of your hands as he stands directly in front of you.

“I promise to be more careful, to step back if the fight is getting too rough. I need to be there for you, but that can’t happen if I keep being reckless.” Chris finished with a sweet smile, releasing one of your hands to wipe the stray tear that had slipped from your eye.

Your heart was swelling in your chest, full of love and concern. You reached out with shaking hands, cupping his face gently, “I love you, Chris.” You whispered, your voice trembling as an overwhelming rush of emotion consuming you.

“I love you,” His voice was soft, but his eyes held everything you needed. Love, warmth, and honesty. You leaned in and Chris met you half way, your lips meeting in a tender and sweet kiss.

Maybe everything would be fine after all.

authors note — shut up I literally love this sm where is my spider man chrissss.

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sorry guys life has been CRAZY so hopefully I can post the Spider-Man fic tmr it’s almost done but I work 6 am -8 pm 😃

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never forget you — matt sturniolo

paring — matt sturniolo x zombie!femalereader

genre — sadish? sorry it was kinda rushed :/

word count — 3.2k

Matt shut his car door and decided to take a walk to clear his mind. The city's night air was cool and refreshing, carrying the faint scent of rain on the horizon. He wandered aimlessly, letting the sounds of the city envelop him—honking cars, distant laughter, and the occasional siren.

As he strolled down a quiet street, something unusual caught his attention. A figure moved gracefully under the dim glow of the streetlights. Curious, Matt approached cautiously. When he got closer, he couldn't believe his eyes. There she was, an actual zombie. He had never seen one since the outbreak started a few months ago, but he was pleasantly surprised. Her pale skin seemed to shimmer in the night, and her eyes, though lifeless, held an inexplicable allure.

"Hey," Matt called out softly, unsure if she could even understand him. "Are you... okay?"

The zombie turned to face him, her movements slow and deliberate. To his surprise, she nodded slightly.

"What's your name?" he asked, taking a tentative step closer.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, she pointed to a locket around her neck. Matt leaned in to see the name engraved on it: "Y/N."

"Y/N," he repeated, smiling gently. "I'm Matt."

For a brief second, their eyes met, and he felt a strange connection, as if the world had paused just for them. He couldn't explain it, but in that moment, amidst the chaos of the city and the horror of her existence, they shared something uniquely beautiful.

Zombies had been around for the last 6 months, and they usually didn’t eat humans to Matt’s knowledge. So that explains why he just put Y/N in his front seat, deciding to take her back to the house he shared with his brothers.

“Are you cold?” Matt asked, instantly cursing himself for even asking. Of course she’s cold, her heart doesn’t even beat anymore. Matt switched on the heat anyways.

Y/N slowly moved her head to look at him, wishing she could speak so badly. She wanted to thank him for taking her wherever he was going. Being a zombie meant she wasn’t able to go anywhere or do anything.

The ride was spent in a comfortable silence, and with how quiet Y/N was, he nearly forgot she was there. He pulled his car into his driveway, killing the engine and sliding his keys into his pocket.

Matt shut the car door softly, glancing over at Y/N, the prettiest zombie he had seen. Her pale skin glowed under the moonlight, and her eyes, though vacant, held a mysterious allure. He took a deep breath, knowing his brothers, Nick and Chris, would be waiting inside.

As they walked up the driveway, Matt could feel Y/N’s cold hand in his. He squeezed it gently, offering a reassuring smile. "It's going to be okay," he whispered.

The front door creaked open, and Nick’s voice boomed from the living room. "Matt, is that you?"

Matt stepped inside, pulling Y/N gently behind him. "Yeah, it's me. And, uh, I brought someone."

Nick and Chris turned to look as the pair slowly made their way up the stairs. Chris, the younger of the two, immediately dropped the game controller he was holding. "Whoa, Matt, what the hell?"

Nick’s eyes narrowed, his protective instincts kicking in. "Who is she?" he demanded, stepping forward.

Matt raised a hand, trying to calm them. "Her name is Y/N. I found her... well, she found me, really."

Chris approached cautiously, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Is she... a zombie?"

She stood silently, her eyes darting between the brothers. Matt nodded. "Yeah, but she's different. She's not like the others. She's... she's special."

Matt and his brothers had only run into zombies one other time, and it was pretty horrifying. It was two men, in the final stages of their lives as zombies. They were very desperate to not die, and it left the three boys traumatized. 

Nick crossed his arms, skepticism etched on his face. "Special how, Matt? She's still a zombie."

Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know how to explain it. I just know she needs our help. And she's not dangerous."

Chris moved closer to Y/N, his curiosity overcoming his fear. "She doesn't look dangerous," he said softly. "She looks... lost."

Y/N’s eyes met Chris's, and for a moment, there was a flicker of recognition. She took a step forward, reaching out a trembling hand. Chris hesitated but then took her hand gently. "Hi, Y/N," he said with a small smile.

Nick watched the interaction, his expression softening slightly. "Alright, Matt," he said finally. "But if she shows any signs of being a threat, she's out. Got it?"

Matt nodded gratefully. "Got it. Thanks, Nick."

As they settled into the living room, Matt couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. His brothers were wary, but they trusted him. And as he looked at Y/N, he knew he had made the right choice. There was something special about her, something worth protecting.

Y/N sat quietly on the couch, her eyes scanning the room. Matt sat beside her, his hand still holding hers for comfort. Nick and Chris watched her cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she tried to form the words. "I... kn-know... you," she stammered, her words barely audible. It took everything in her to speak so she knew she needed to get it done as quickly as possible.

Nick leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "What do you mean, you know us?"

Y/N’s eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and determination. "Bef... before... I was... like this," she struggled, her voice cracking. "I... knew... you all. We... were... friends."

Chris's eyes widened in shock. "Friends? How is that possible?"

Y/N looked at Matt, her gaze pleading for him to understand. "Matt, you... you used to... come to the... park. You...brought your... brothers. I... was there... too." Soft grunts between her words as her throat constricted were leaving the boys hanging onto every word.

Matt's heart raced as he tried to piece together her words. "The park? You mean... the old playground?"

Y/N nodded slowly, her effort to speak evident. "Yes. We... played... together. You... were always... kind to me."

Nick shook his head in disbelief. "This is crazy. How can you remember that? How did you even get all the way to LA?” 

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... don't know. But... I remember... you all. And... I remember... the day... everything... changed."

Chris's voice was gentle as he asked, "What happened, Y/N?"

She took a deep breath, her voice strained. "There was... an accident. I... got hurt. And then... everything... went dark. When I... woke up, I was... like this."

Matt squeezed her hand, his heart aching for her. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. We didn't know."

Y/N looked at each of them, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. "I just... want you to... know... I'm still... me. I'm... still the same... girl you... knew. Please... don't be... afraid of me."

Nick's expression softened, his skepticism melting away. "We're not afraid, Y/N. We're just... trying to understand."

Chris reached out and took her other hand, his eyes filled with compassion. "We'll figure this out together. You're not alone."

As Matt listened to her, a memory flashed in his mind. A little girl with bright eyes and a shy smile. His elementary school crush. "Y/N... were you the girl who used to sit under the big oak tree?"

Y/N's eyes widened slightly, a faint smile forming on her lips. "Yes... that was... me."

Matt's heart skipped a beat. "I remember you. You were my first crush."

Y/N’s smile grew, despite her struggle to speak. "And you... were mine."

Matt felt a wave of emotions crash over him. The girl he had once adored was now sitting beside him, transformed but still the same at heart. "We'll get through this, Y/N. I promise."

Y/N nodded, her eyes shimmering with hope. "Thank you... Matt."

The following months Y/N and Matt created a bond that was hard to explain. They knew each other as kids, but when getting to know each other as adults, was something way more. They spent countless nights getting to know each other, with Matt doing most of the talking. 

Which led them to now, cuddled up in Matt’s bed with the heat set to high. Y/N’s cold skin pressed up against Matt, keeping him cool despite the heat surrounding them. Y/N was always cold so this was the best way for them to both get what they want. 

“Did you like the movie?” Matt whispered into her ear, making her eyes flicker from the screen to his face. They had just finished Warm Bodies, one of the few zombie movies Matt could actually watch. 

Y/N had never felt so seen with this movie, as R’s experience was pretty similar to hers. She realized she was falling in love with Matt, if zombies were even capable of that at least. Y/N shuffled in bed, lifting a hand to tap the back of Matt’s hand twice. A little movement they had come up with for her to answer a question with yes. 

“Good.” He placed a kiss on the top of her head before he flicked the Tv off and shuffled so he was laying flat on his back. Y/N was on her side now, facing him. Admiring his beauty with the little light that peeked through the crack of his bedroom door. Matt could feel her eyes on him, and frowned as the blush crept across his cheeks. 

He’d never get to see Y/N blushing because of him. 

“..M-Matt…?” Y/N softly spoke, making him shuffle in the bed to face her. 

“Hm?” He hummed, lifting a hand to tuck her hair behind her hair. 

Y/N paused, unsure of herself now. She didn’t know if he would get scared off if she confessed how she felt, but she knew her time left on earth was just a matter of time. 

“I…” She exhaled sharply, feeling nervous for the first time in forever, “...Love….you.” She watched Matt’s reaction closely, the way his eyebrows rose then fell, his eyes quickly moving to different parts of her face. 

A smile finally broke out on his lips, his hands reaching to tug her closer, “I love you.” He whispered, the hot air fanning across Y/N’s lips. Matt leaned in closer, slotting his lips over hers. Y/N kissed him back weakly, her body not reacting like it used too throwing her off guard. 

She imagined her body would’ve flooded with warmth, her stomach bustling with butterflies. But now? Now all she got was the warm feeling of his lips against hers. Matt slowly pulled away with a goofy smile on his face. 

“Goodnight baby. I love you.” He grinned, placing another quick kiss to Y/N’s lips before he let his eyes flutter closed. Y/N laid there for hours, watching him sleep as countless tears fell down her cheeks.

This wasn’t fair. She never asked for this, so why did it happen? Why her? Y/N slowly struggled to get out of the bed, trying her best to not wake up Matt. She takes big steps in order to limit the amount of heavy footsteps against his floor, and carefully shuts the door behind her as she left the room. 

Y/N knew there was no cure for zombies, as it was such a new experience for everyone. A zombie's typical lifespan hadn’t even been decided yet, and she was already a couple months in. What used to be her beating heart felt heavy in her chest, unsure on if she should stay or go.

She didn’t want to be the reason she broke these boys, specifically Matt, if she ended up dying here.

Walking into the kitchen, she sees the whiteboard on the fridge clear of anything important, and picks up the marker laying on the counter just next to it. 

I’m sorry. For your own good.

She wrote the best she could, but she didn’t have the best control over her hands anymore. It was like her joints were freezing up, nearly locking them in place. She takes one last glance across the kitchen and living room, trying to memorize it the best she can. 

Y/N slowly made her way down the stairs to the front door, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not alert anyone she was leaving. She knew they wouldn’t let her. She walked into the night, feeling as empty and hollow as ever. 

“Matt?” A voice called to him, causing him to stir in his sleep. His arm lazily moved in search of Y/N, and his eyes were flying open when she wasn’t there. 

“Where's Y/n?” He asked, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes. Once his vision was restored, he saw a rather worried looking Nick, standing in his doorway. 

Nick’s frown deepens, “She left, Matt.” He speaks softly, knowing this was going to crush his brother. Matt shoots out of bed and begins to search the house, coming into the kitchen and freezing at the messy handwriting on the board. 

“Oh shit, I didn’t even see that…” He heard Chris mutter from behind him. 

Matt sank to his knees, the weight of his emotions crashing down on him. He buried his face in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks. The world around him seemed to blur, the sounds of the city fading into the background.

"Y/N..." he whispered, his voice breaking. He felt crushed, like a part of him had been ripped away. The thought of her facing the unknown alone was too much to bear.

Every moment they had shared played in his mind, each memory a painful reminder of what he had lost. He couldn't shake the image of her face when she said I love you, the loving look in her eyes as she smiled at him. It was like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

Matt clenched his fists, the anger and frustration bubbling up inside him. He hated himself for not noticing she was going to leave. But deep down, he knew it was what she needed. He just wished it didn't hurt so much.

As the night grew darker, Matt remained there, feeling utterly alone. The city continued to move around him, but his world had come to a standstill. And in that moment, he realized just how much he needed her, how empty his life would be without her. 

“I’m going to go look for her.” Matt suddenly announced, standing up from his chair in the kitchen. Nick and Chris were sitting in the living room, and they both shared a look before standing up as well. 

“We’ll come too.” Chris spoke for himself and his brother, all three of them wordlessly getting in the car. Matt drives straight to where him and Y/N met all those months ago. He slows his car down as he drives up and down the streets, his eyes darting around to try and spot any sign of Y/N being there. 

“Oh my god…” Nick gasps from the backseat, a soft smack echoing around the silent car due to him slapping his own hand over his mouth. 

“What Nick?” Matt spits out harshly, checking for a car behind him before slamming on the breaks. 

Chris lets out a half scream, “Jesus, Matt! That fucking hurt you douche bag.” He glares over at his brother, rubbing his now throbbing collarbone. 

Nick shakes his head, “Pull over.” He tells Matt who surprisingly listens. Nick wants to tease him about it but decides now’s not the time for it. Once the car is in park, Nick steps out immediately, Matt and Chris following suit. 

“If you don’t start talking, things are about to get violent.” Matt warned Nick, as Nick led the way towards the corner of the street they were on. Matt’s eyes darted around just in time to see a limp body resting on the streetlight. 

“Y/N?!” He yells, his heart pounding in his chest as he darts towards the streetlight. Once he’s close enough, it was like his heart stopped completely. It was Y/N. 

“Matt..” Chris trailed off softly behind him, as Matt roughly fell to his knees. Y/N’s eyes were open, but not blinking. With her not having a heartbeat, it could only mean one thing. 

Y/N was dead. 

Her skin had started to peel off, exposing her bones to the harsh weather around her. Her fingertips were a deep purple, her lips a hue of blue. 

“Y/N…” He whispered, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. He gently grabbed her hand, her coldness feeling the same as he remembered despite her current condition. 

The reality of her being gone hit him like a truck, sob after sob raking through his body. A deep growing ache was consuming him, gnawing away at his sanity. 

Nick and Chris watched on as Matt clutched onto Y/N’s lifeless body, worry displayed on their faces. 

“Matt, we should go.” Nick murmured, his voice thick with emotion. 

“No! We can’t leave her!” Matt cried pathetically, his grip tightening around Y/N’s hand. He could feel the bones breath underneath his grip, causing his sobs to become even harsher. 

Chris knelt beside him, “Matt, please. We need to get you out of here.” He softly encouraged, his eyes filled with sorrow. 

Reluctantly, Matt allowed them to tear him away from Y/N’s body. His legs barely supporting his own weight as his vision grew blurry. He glanced back at Y/N one last time, her lifeless body seared into his mind. As they moved further away, a hollow emptiness settled into his chest, leaving part of his heart on that street corner. 

He decided from that day on, he would never be who he once was. 

authors note — sorry I kinda rushed this to post on the 1st, life has been kinda crazy for me. hope yall enjoyed! <3

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If there’s anything Halloween themed u wanna see send in an ask!! I have 13 (I laughed) drafts going :)

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CHAT AM I COOKING OR WHAT??

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guys ik I’ve lowkey abandoned this acc BUT I’m coming back hella strong!! I wanna write some outta pocket things and I’m cooking some Halloween fics up #trust

Hopefully posting today!

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send some requests in! I’ll write just about anything :)

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Brattamer!matt x fem!reader headcannons ✧₊⁺

♡ྀི brattamer!matt who isn’t afraid to put you in your place, anytime, anywhere. You cop an attitude in the mall while he’s paying for your stuff? You’re in the family bathroom bent over his lap tears filling your waterline.

♡ྀི brattamer!matt who withholds attention from you until you’re a blubbering sobbing mess.

“Matt!” You cry, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You tug on his arm, lifting a hand to his face when that doesn’t work. You turn his head so he has no choice but to look at you, “I-I’m s-sorry.” You hiccup through your tears, but Matt just looks at you.

Your frown deepens at getting no reaction from him, “P-please talk t-to me.” You whimper, grabbing his hand and holding it to your face, seeking comfort.

He waits a few minutes to let you let out a few more sobs, “You gonna be a good girl f’me?” He rasps, a small grin on his lips as your eyes shoot open and you begin to rapidly nod your head.

“I-I’ll do a-anything!” You desperately cry, shifting to sit on your knees on the bed next to him.

He rolls his shoulders, his dark and menacing gaze fixated on you, “Get on my knees.”

♡ྀི brattamer!matt who is very possessive over you. He doesn’t let you go more than 5 feet away from him when the two of you are out, sending glares at any man that looks at you for even a split second. You don’t think this is controlling though, he just wants to keep what’s his safe.

♡ྀི brattamer!matt who mixes praises with degrading phrases within the bedroom.

“Doing so good f’me.” He groans, watching his fingers thrust into your weeping entrance. Your hips buck as he slows his pace, pressing a hand to your hip to keep you flat on the bed.

“Trying to fuck my fingers into you faster? You’re such a slut.” Tears well in your eyes, but your pussy clenches around his fingers at his vulgar words. “Mhm, your pussy belongs to me.”

♡ྀི brattamer!matt who loves to overstimulate you, see how many orgasms he can give you until you’re using your safe word. The record so far is 9.

♡ྀི brattamer!matt who can give you a look that has you clenching your thighs and blushing heavily at the thought of what’s to come once you two get home.

♡ྀི brattamer!matt who fingers you at dinner with his friends because he thought you were being too friendly with the waiter.

“Matt.” You quietly mumble, doing your best to speak normally as his fingers stretch you out underneath the table.

Matt kisses his teeth, “This is what you wanted, remember?” He angrily spits at you, keeping his voice low. His thumb brushes your clit and your hips rock against his hand pathetically. “Shoulda kept your damn mouth shut.”

♡ྀི brattamer!matt who’s excellent at aftercare. He knows to baby you for a while after a rather heavy session in the bedroom. He never wants you to feel like he doesn’t love you to pieces. Matt always runs you a bath, sitting in the tub with you while he washes your hair and body. He dresses you and puts your hair in braids as usually do so yourself when you wash your hair before bed. He’s always mumbling praises and sweet things in your ears until you drift off.

♡ྀི brattamer!matt who goes absolutely off the walls insane when you surprise him with a tattoo on your ass.

“Close your eyes!” You giggle excitedly, and Matt does exactly that. You had snuck out of his room early this morning, and turned off your location to go to the tattoo shop 15 minutes away from his house.

He was livid when he woke up to you being gone and your location turned off.

“This better fucking be worth the punishment you’re about to get.” He grumbles from the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his knees. You roll your eyes while his are closed, knowing you’d get in even more trouble if he saw you do it.

You turn around so your back is to him, lifting up your tennis skirt on one side. You twist your back to peer down at it, admiring the tiny ‘M’ written in cursive.

“Open.” You slyly speak, watching his face. His eyes peel open, and immediately go to your ass. His jaw drops open in shock, his hands immediately going to your soft flesh of your back side.

“Are you serious?” He asks, a little too calmly for your liking.

“Mhm.” You hum, watching as he leans closer for a better look. His fingers gently brush over the tender skin, and you can’t help but think the pain feels so good.

“On all fours.” He finally groans, and once he stands you’re surprised to see the tent that grew in his pants. Let’s just say you beat your record.

brattamer!matt who secretly loves missionary because that means he gets to watch your face while he absolutely ruins you.

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not an ask but YOUR GREAT. YOUR FICS ARE AMAZINGGGGG!! IF YOU HAVE A TAG LIST PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEE ADD ME ONTO IT!! (ilysm if you do) YOUR HEADCANON STUFF IS SO REALISTIC AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHCH!! (HAVE A GREAT DAY/ NIGHT WHEN YOU READ THIS :)) YOU'RE AMAZING!! wait and that cop thing PLEASE part two PLEEAASSEE)

thank you so much!! <3

I do not have a tag list yet (so sorry) but you’re the first one to be added! I’ll probably start one once like 5 ppl want to be on it. ilysm MWAH 💋

I have clinicals Tuesdays-Thursdays so part 3 to my cop!matt fic prolly won’t be posted for a little bit :(

I’ll probably keep making headcannons or little blurbs until then! :)

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stalker!chris x fem!reader headcannons ✧₊⁺

ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who confidently strode into your life, pretending he was always there. He managed to bump into you in your favorite book store, rattling off all of his ‘favorite’ books, that just happened to be yours too.

ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who broke into your house once you left for work on a random night, admiring all of your things, going through your clothes. He may have let his possessiveness get the better of him, taking a couple of exposing shirts from your closet to dispose of.

“Hey, have you seen my one black shirt? It had rhinestones on it, pretty low cut.” You asked your best friend on FaceTime, your closet strewn across your room in search of your favorite top.

Your friend hums for a second, “No I haven’t, I asked to borrow it last week and you never got back to me about it.” She replies, making you frown.

Where the hell did it go?

ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who wiggles his way into all of your plans, claiming he just wants to see you. You’re flattered by this of course, but you kinda start to get a weird vibe when he tries to go to church with you and your grandparents, over an hour away from home.

ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who doesn’t let you see him when you’re at a club. He’s intently watching you from across the room, his eyes filling with jealousy every time you look at another man.

ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who has a list on his phone of all the boys you had ever dated, or fucked, to his best knowledge. He went down a rabbit hole at 2 am one night, and came out at 7 am with everything he needed to know about your past lovers.

ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who begs you to come over all the time. He doesn’t care if it comes off as desperate, he just wants to spend time with you, while you know he’s there.

ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who follows you home when you decide to walk the 45 minutes instead of getting a ride with your coworker like you usually do. He needs to make sure no one else mistakes you as theirs, you’re his.

ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who finally gets to kiss you on New Years.

“Fucking finally.” Chris mutters to himself, pressing his lips against yours. Fireworks shoot from outside, making the first kiss all the more impressionable.

His hands lift to your cheeks, pulling you impossibly closer. You get lost in the feeling, completely forgetting you’re in the middle of Tara’s living room. You lift your own hands to grab onto Chris’ hair, leaving him a moaning mess.

“Wanna get outta here, baby?”

ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who pushes you to get close with his brothers, strategically planning sleepovers with Nick and random lunches with Matt.

ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who’s sweeter than sugar to you, knowing you truly want a man that treats you like a princess.

“Hm? You wanna go?” Chris asks while staring at you fondly, gently rubbing your cheek. You had shown up to his place when you realized you were being stood up on a date.

You had been talking to the guy for about 2 months, and finally your schedules aligned. You waited about 30 minutes before the tears built up, immediately ubering to Chris.

“I know some ice cream will make my pretty girl feel better.” He softly whispers into your ear, bringing you into his chest gently. His lips place a delicate kiss to the crown of your head, before a sly smirk makes it way into his face.

That guy will never talk to you again.

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Handcuffed to love ✧₊⁺

policeofficer/probationofficer!matt x criminal!reader

Part 2 of ???

Part 1- HERE

warnings: mentions of drugs. mature themes follow, read at your own risk.

“Where have you been?” My roommate demanded the second I cracked open the door to our shared apartment. I let out a loud sigh, dropping my keys in the dish by the front door. 

I rounded the couch before throwing myself into it, getting comfortable, “I got caught last night bro.” I whined, rolling onto my back and throwing my arms over my face. 

“What the hell happened.” I begin to retell the story of last night into this morning, making sure to leave out the fact I had basically fallen in love with the cop that arrested me. Jade sits beside me in disbelief. 

“So your PO is coming tomorrow morning?” She asks, making me nod. “If you need anything, I’ll be at Jacksons place.” She announces, getting up and going to her room. I wasn’t even surprised, she mostly stayed at her boyfriend's place already. 

Once she left, I decided to take a shower. I probably should’ve done that when I got home but I just wanted to lay down and rot for a bit. The bed I had to sleep in last night was pretty comparable to a slab of concrete. Once I finished my skincare and changed into my blue and black flannel, a simple black tank top, I was out like a light when my head hit the pillow. 

I was startled awake, feeling like I was being watched. I quickly sit up in bed and flick on the lamp on my nightstand. A quiet scream leaves my mouth once I look to my doorway, to see Matt Sturniolo leaning against the doorframe with an unimpressed expression on his face. 

“What the fuck?!” I spit out, getting out of bed. 

Matt raises his hands, as if it would calm me down in the slightest, “You didn’t answer the door okay? Had to make sure you were here, or alive at the very least.” He replies, turning sideways as I barrel past him. I make my way to the front door to see the damage, but I’m pleasantly surprised to see none. 

“Your landlord let me in.” He comments from behind me. I spin on my heel, a new fire lighting within me. 

“Why the hell did he let you in?” I ask him, crossing my arms across my chest. I took a second to take him in, as he wasn’t wearing his uniform. He had a cream sweater on, light blue loose fitting jeans, tan tims on his feet, and a red hat on his head. He looked nothing like a cop.

He pulled his badge out of his pocket, “Just had to show him this sweetheart.” He grinned at me, before turning around and walking into my kitchen. I followed him with a huff, watching as he opened every cabinet, looking for a few seconds, before moving on to the next one. 

“Is this really necessary?” I ask him once he opens the dishwasher. 

“No.” He immediately replies. I throw my hands up in the air and leave the kitchen. If he wants to go the extra mile, so be it. I’m not gonna follow him around like I have something to hide anyway. 

“You’re 21 aren’t you?” He asks me, walking into the living room. 

I raise an eyebrow at him, “You’re telling me you don’t know how old I am?” I ask, tilting my head in a condescending manner. 

“Drop the attitude.” He glares at me, before entering my bedroom. I can hear him shuffle a few things around, before he walks out with a cocky smirk on his face. He sits down across from me on my loveseat. 

I can’t hold it in anymore, “The fuck is that smirk about?” I ask him, knowing damn well I didn’t have anything that could even slightly incriminate myself.

“I found something interesting in your room s’all.” He replies, his smirk growing, “It’s pink, has a couple different settings-”

“Enough!” I cut him off, letting my head fall into my hands. Of course he found my vibrator of all things. I could feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment, my head snapping up once he began to chuckle. 

“No boyfriend I take it?” He questions, leaning back against my loveseat, and I can’t help but notice how appealing his lap looks at the moment. A perfect place for me to sit. 

I shake my head, ridding myself of my dirty thoughts, “No boyfriend.” I confirm, not missing the way his face lit up. We go over a few more boring details before he rises from his seat, heading for the front door.

“That’s it?” I ask him, watching as he pauses by the front door. He turns to face me with an unreadable expression. 

He takes a few strides to look down at me, that same cocky smirk on his face, “What, did you expect me to bend you over the kitchen table and have my way with you?” He questions me darkly, his eyes flashing towards my lips for a brief second. 

My breath hitches and he, of course, takes notice. He leans down slightly to the point where I can feel his breath fan across my face, “You’ll be hearing from me, darlin’.” Matt murmurs to me before he gives me one last look, and then he’s gone. 

I let out a huff once he’s gone, and can’t help but let my mind drift as I walk back into my bedroom. All of my dresser drawers are closed and my bed appears to be untouched. I pull back the covers to lay back down, but I’m shocked as I see my pink vibrator resting in the center of my bed, a note attached to it. 

Instantly I rip it off my bed, my heart pounding. Matt had grabbed one of my sticky notes from my desk and stuck it on the side with the settings. I unfold the note and my jaw nearly touches the floor. 

Think about me when you use this, sweetheart 

I bite my lip at the suggestiveness, how the hell did he find out I was even attracted to him? I’m usually really good about keeping a stone face around people that make me nervous, but maybe jail scared that right out of me. 

I throw all caution to the wind and lay down, raising my hips to pull my shorts and underwear down in one go. I eye the vibrator, clicking the small power button and familiarizing myself with the consistent buzz. My eyes flutter shut as I let the small wand travel down my body, my hips jolting as it finally connects to my clit. 

“Taking it so well f’me.” Matt groans into my ear, his dick fucking into me at a ravenous pace. His hands grip my hips so tightly I’ll be left with bruises, and it sends a surge of pleasure through my body. My hands claw into his back once he starts to thrust upwards, the tip of his dick hitting my sweet spot over and over. 

“Matt,” I choke out between moans, making him lift his head from my neck where he had been leaving harsh kisses, “So close.” I whine once our eyes meet, his eyes darkening once he sees my fucked out expression. 

He leans back, thrusting even harder while letting his eyes travel down to where we were connected, “Holy shit.” He groans, lifting a hand to press down on my lower stomach, “You feel me baby? How deep I’m fucking you.” He moans, pressing his thumb to my clit and rubbing furiously. 

My mouth drops in a silent scream as I finally cum, my pussy convulsing around his dick as he continues to fuck me. My broken moans between thrusts sends Matt over the edge, pumping me full of his cum, fucking me softly as if to ensure not a drop is wasted. 

“Good girl.” He quietly praises me, before softly pulling out and flopping onto the bed next to me, tugging me into his warm embrace. Matt places a kiss on my forehead before I’m suddenly shaken from my delusions by my phone ringing. 

I shakily pick up my phone, seeing a phone number I don’t recognize, “Hello?” My voice slightly wobbles as I speak, making me look down to my bed. I had fucking squirted while imagining Matt fucking me, my cheeks flush as I realize how crazy I am for doing all that. 

“You good?” I hear from the other side of the phone, and my heart falls to my stomach. 

“Matt?” I ask, waiting for him to confirm my worst fear. 

“Officer Sturniolo to you, Y/N.” He teases me, making me instantly put my head in my hand that wasn’t holding the phone, “Just wanted you to have my number.” 

I breathe out a sigh of relief, “Okay.” 

He lets out a chuckle, “I’m guessing you just had some fun?” He questions, ignoring my quiet gasp, “Bet you thought of me, huh?” 

“Matt, this is crazy.” I finally whisper, not wanting to confirm I just came to the thought of him. 

“I’ll talk to you soon, sweetheart.” I can practically hear the grin in his voice as he hangs up. I do not like the power this man has over me right now. 

I’m so cooked.