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YOU DIDNT HOLD MY HAND💔

edit: @sturnzeilish on tiktok

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this is soo good what the helly

before it hurts 𝜗𝜚 matthew sturniolo

cw— pussy eating, matt with piercings.

opening your front door is always scary because you never know what's waiting for you: a serial killer, a long-awaited package, a friend, family, or even your boyfriend. with a new piece of jewelry twinkling around his thin eyebrow. your own eyebrows furrowed and your jaw went slack. “what the fuck?” you say, giving him a warm welcome into your home. the new addition distracted you from the bouquet in his hands, which was soon to be on your countertop.

his keys rattled against the marble as he placed his belongings down. “saw a tiktok and found a shop that took walk-ins.” “only 50 bucks,” he bragged, smiling as he sat on your couch. “50 bucks for one piercing is insane, you got scammed, bad,” you sigh as you straddle him. holding his fuzzy face, your hands move his head in every direction so you could get a closer look at him and his new friend. “did i?” he asks, sticking his tongue out. showing you the silver ball in the center of his tongue. 

speechless. absolutely gobsmacked. he looked so good. like panty wetting good. “holy fuck, did it hurt” you ask, your curiosity still getting the best of you.  snickering, he shakes his head. messing up his curled hair in the process. “nah but it should be soon, according to the piercer” “did you wanna eat something before it starts? i have food in the fridge or we could order something” gripping your waist tighter and pulling you closer, matt grins stupidly. “yeah i could eat” 

before you could speak, matt flipped you onto the soft couch cushions. his silver chained dangled over your face as he hovered over you, lust filled blue eyes scanning your features. “matt, c'mon you know what i meant.” you groan, hoping he didn't notice your squirming or your thighs squeezing together at the mention of getting head.  “yeah and i don't really care. i want to eat you.” your protests go to waste within seconds as he leans in, plush lips engulfing yours for a messy kiss.

your tongues swap spit passionately as the kiss gets deeper, matt’s face smushing with yours as he moves. your hands find his neck as he pulls away, taking a deep breath before trailing his kisses down your neck, lips feeling hot against your skin. his hands grope your tits through your thin shirt as he moves down your body. you moan at his rough touch, the sound bringing a smirk to his lips. “saving these for later,” he mumbles, forcing himself to move away from your breasts.

his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading them and marking the insides with ease. your attention remained on the pierced boy as he kissed above the waistband of your shorts, his movements slow and calculated. his mouth opened in what you thought to be a sloppier kiss. wrong. his perfect teeth sank into the fabric to get a good grip before he pulled. "asshole. what if i liked these shorts, huh?" you whine, grabbing his hair in retaliation. he only spared you an annoyed glance before stripping you bare.

matt was salivating at the sight of you under him, so perfect, so irresistible, so much so that he wished he could take his time with you. the cold metal sent shockwaves throughout your lower half as he licked long and wet stripes along your inner thighs. your moans were already filling the air, and he hadn't even touched you where you needed. leaning closer in between your legs he sniffs your pussy, letting the smell fill his lungs before he feasts on it.

his tongue took your breath away, for the second time today, you were rendered speechless. matt was always talented with his mouth, but this was on a different level. his muscle moved slow and fast at the same time and focused on touching every part of your pussy. the tip of his tongue flicked at your clit, adding to the arousal that collected from the prior makeout. your fingers play in his dark hair as he eats like a starved man, moaning and groaning into you like you were his last meal.

“shit shit—matt—fuck” you moan, feeling his nose brush your senstive clit as he licks all inside your folds. the metal ball glides smoothly inside and around your pussy, the movements picking up your wetness with ease. he mumbles something that you couldn't hear before bringing his fingers up to spread you wide. you could see the determination in his features, and it turned you on. “don't even care if it starts hurting. i'm not gonna stop,” he grunts, diving back in for more.

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Is this literally not him like??!

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my vibe today and everyday

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼

summary. . .leaving him at the train station to get back to your home town

warnings. . .saaaad,

I recommend listening to „the cut that always bleeds" by Conan gray while reading, it will make this much sadder

The train station was filled with the hum of distant conversations, the echo of footsteps on concrete, and the occasional sharp whistle of a departing train. But for us, the world was quiet.

Chris stood in front of me, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, his expression torn between heartbreak and understanding. I gripped the handle of my suitcase so tightly my knuckles turned white, trying to hold myself together, trying not to break in front of him.

“I don’t want to go,” I whispered.

He swallowed hard, nodding. “I know.”

“But I have to.”

He let out a slow, shaky breath. “I know that too.”

I had spent the last two years building a life here in LA—with him. Late-night drives down the empty streets, coffee shops where we spent hours lost in conversation, tiny bookstores where he would pull out a random novel and make me read a passage aloud just to hear my voice.

But my parents were getting older. They needed me. And some things—no matter how much they hurt—couldn’t be ignored.

A distant voice announced my train’s departure in five minutes.

Chris clenched his jaw, looking away like he couldn’t bear to see the tears in my eyes. “What if this is it?” he asked. “What if you leave, and we never see each other again?”

I stepped closer, pressing a hand to his chest, feeling the steady but uneven rhythm of his heartbeat. “Then promise me you’ll remember.”

His hands came up, cupping my face so gently it made my heart ache. “I’ll remember everything.”

The final boarding call echoed through the station.

I hesitated, my feet unwilling to move. But if I waited any longer, I would never leave.

I pressed one last, lingering kiss to his lips, feeling him hold onto me like he was trying to memorize every part of me.

Then, with every ounce of strength I had, I pulled away.

I climbed onto the train, my vision blurred with tears. I found a seat by the window, pressing my palm against the glass as I looked out at him.

Chris was still standing there, his hands shaking, his lips pressed into a thin line like he was trying to be strong. But as the train lurched forward, his mask finally broke.

He started running.

He ran alongside the train, his eyes locked onto mine, his breath visible in the cool morning air. I pressed my fingers harder against the glass, wishing I could reach through it, wishing I could stop time, wishing I could make this moment last forever.

But the train moved faster.

Chris slowed, his strides faltering. And then, finally, he stopped.

I turned in my seat, looking back as the distance grew between us, watching until he was nothing but a blur, until he was gone.

And as the city faded behind me, I realized something.

No matter how far I went, no matter how much time passed…

A part of me would always be running back to him.

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𝓜𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷

Pairing. . .reader!gf x matt!bf

Summary. . . Afternoons with Matt feel like they aren't even real

Warnings. . .none

Wc. . .470

The golden light of the late afternoon streamed through the window, bathing Matt’s room in a warm glow. It was the kind of light that made everything feel softer, quieter. I stood by his bookshelf, flipping through an old paperback I’d pulled at random. The pages smelled faintly of dust and paper, and I couldn’t help but smile at some of the handwritten notes scrawled in the margins.

“You know,” I said, turning toward him, “you’ve got surprisingly good taste in books. I didn’t expect that.”

Matt was sitting on the edge of his bed, his hoodie slightly rumpled, his hair sticking up in the way that made me want to run my fingers through it. He raised an eyebrow, that little smirk tugging at his lips. “Surprisingly? You wound me.”

I rolled my eyes, setting the book down. Before I could come up with a clever retort, he patted his lap, motioning me over. “Come here,” he said, his voice low and playful. “Let’s discuss how amazing I am.”

Laughing, I shook my head but walked over anyway, pretending to be reluctant. When I climbed into his lap, his arms slipped around my waist, pulling me closer. My legs draped over his, and my arms found their way around his neck like they always did, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I teased, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “Otherwise, I’d probably be reading instead of putting up with you.”

His laugh was warm and easy, and it made my chest feel light. “Putting up with me? I thought I was your favorite person.”

“You are,” I admitted, my voice softer now. “But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” he quipped, his smirk widening. Then he leaned in, close enough that I could feel his breath against my skin, and my heart skipped the tiniest beat. His lips brushed mine, soft and warm, and for a moment, everything else disappeared.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, and I could see every detail of his face up close—the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the faint stubble on his jaw. “You’re my favorite person, too,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Something about the way he said it made my chest ache in the best way. I smiled, my fingers tracing the back of his neck absentmindedly. “I love this,” I said quietly. “Just us. No distractions. No noise.”

“Me too,” he replied, his thumb brushing over my cheek in that tender way of his. “I could do this forever.”

And for the first time in a long time, forever didn’t feel like such a scary thing. Sitting there, wrapped up in his arms, it just felt… possible.

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@lacyohlacyy's intro

Raven, matt girl, music, guitar, billie elilish, clairo, fashion, rings, siren eyes, jazz, black clothes, artsy, history girly, introvert, editing, my name is not lacy, pink , and everything showers, art class

my masterlist- ✮

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𝓜𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

summary. . .drunk in the club with chris

warnings. . .partying, drinking, cigarettes (I DO NOT CONDONE DRINKING OR SMOKING DO IT AT YOUR OWN RISK)

pairings. . . fratboy!chris!bf x reader!gf

wc. . .550

The party was chaos, the music pounding like a second heartbeat, lights flashing in dizzying colors. The air smelled of alcohol, sweat, and cigarettes, and I was just drunk enough to feel invincible. Chris's hand was on my waist, his fingers pressing into me like he was anchoring himself, even though we were both stumbling through the crowd, laughing and clinging to each other.

"You're gonna get us into trouble," he said, his lips brushing against my ear as he pulled me closer. His voice was low, rough with the whiskey he'd been drinking all night.

I smirked, sliding my arms around his neck. "You love trouble. Admit it."

His eyes glinted in the flashing lights. "I love you more."

The words hit me like a jolt, but before I could respond, spun me, pulling bed my hand and against him in one fluid motion. His body was warm, firm, and I could feel every inch of him as we moved together to the music.

"Let's take a break," I said breathlessly, tugging him toward the back door.

We stumbled outside into the cool night air, the sudden quiet making the world feel smaller. I pulled a cigarette from my bag and lit it, taking a long drag before passing it to him. He didn't take it with his hand-instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine as he took the cigarette directly from my fingers.

"Show-off," I teased, watching as he exhaled a stream of smoke, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You like it," he said, grinning as he held the cigarette up to my lips.

I took another drag, letting the smoke linger in my lean forward. Our face were leaning so close I could feel the warmth of his breath, and when I exhaled, I did it slowly, right into his mouth.

Chris smirked, his lips parting as he took the smoke in like it was something intimate, something just for us. Then he leaned closer, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was hot and heady, the taste of nicotine and him making my head spin.

"You're dangerous," he murmured against my lips, his hand slipping down to grip my thigh, pulling me flush against him.

"And you're addicted," I shot back, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him again, deeper this time.

The cigarette burned between his fingers as he took one last drag, exhaling it into the space between us before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his shoe. "Addicted doesn't even cover it," he said, his voice I thick with want. I laughed softly, the sound breaking in the quiet night. "So what are you gonna do about it?"

His grin was wicked as his hands slid under the hem of my dress, his touch sending shivers up my spine. "Whatever it takes to keep you in this mood."

"Then don't stop," I whispered, my lips brushing his ear.

He didn't. His hands roamed, his mouth finding mine again, and I felt like I was on fire. The night stretched on around us, and the party inside faded into nothing but a distant hum. It was just us -the smoke, the heat, and the wild, reckless way we couldn't seem to get enough of each other.

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𔓘-fluff ✮-smut ᡣ𐭩-angst

blurbs/fics idk?

matt sturniolo. . .

✮alone time

✮needy days

𔓘slow mornings

𔓘favorite person

chris sturniolo. . .

ᡣ𐭩drunk in love

ᡣ𐭩the cut that always bleeds

headcannons

bf!matt.. coming soon

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𝓢𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

summary. . . slow mornings with matt are always your favorites

pairings. . . matt!bf x reader!gf

warnings. . . none

wc. . . 500

The morning felt impossibly soft, like the world outside had decided to slow down just for us. Rain tapped gently against the window, the kind of steady rhythm that begged you to stay under the covers. I stirred slowly, my cheek pressed against Matt’s chest, his arms wrapped securely around me.

I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to disturb the perfect stillness of this moment. His heartbeat thrummed steadily beneath my ear, grounding and warm. I glanced up, and even in sleep, he looked peaceful, his dark lashes resting against his cheek, his hair tousled in that effortless way that always made me smile.

I reached up to gently brush a strand of hair off his forehead, and his face scrunched just slightly at the touch. He let out a soft hum, his hold on me tightening as his eyes fluttered open.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice gentle and quiet, like he hadn’t quite made it back from his dreams yet.

“Morning,” I whispered back, my hand still brushing through his hair.

He smiled, a lazy, lopsided thing that made my heart feel too big for my chest. “You’re staring.”

“Maybe,” I admitted, my voice soft. “You’re cute when you’re sleeping.”

His smile widened, and he pulled me closer, tucking me into his chest like he wanted to shield me from the world outside. “You’re cute all the time,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I laughed softly, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “You’re really leaning into the sap this morning, huh?”

“Can’t help it,” he said, his hand trailing up my back in slow, lazy circles. “You make mornings feel too good to waste.”

I bit my lip, warmth spreading through my chest. “I like waking up with you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice quieter now, his green eyes locking onto mine.

“Yeah,” I whispered, running my fingers along his jawline. “I feel safe with you.”

His gaze softened, and he leaned down to kiss my forehead, his lips lingering there for a long, quiet moment. “You’re my favorite person,” he said, his voice barely above a breath.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “And you’re mine.”

He smiled again, a soft, dreamy thing, and I felt like I was falling in love with him all over again. “Let’s stay here,” he said suddenly, his voice a little playful but entirely sincere. “Just for today. No alarms, no emails, no rushing. Just us.”

I let out a quiet laugh, resting my hand against his chest. “What about breakfast?”

“We’ll figure it out later,” he said, kissing my temple. “Right now, I just want this.”

I melted into him, letting my body relax fully in his arms. The rain outside, his steady heartbeat, his warm smile—it was everything I needed.

“Okay,” I whispered, closing my eyes as his lips found mine in a kiss so soft it felt like a promise. “Just us.”

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼

Summary. . . When you have been needy all day and Matt let's you ride his thigh.

Pairings. . . soft!dom!matt and gf!reader

warnings. . .smut, thigh riding, dirty talk, pet names(baby, darling, slut) and that's it I think.

Me and Matt have been sitting on the couch with a few feet between us for what feels like forever. I have been really needy for him the whole day but haven't acted on it yet. Everytime I look over at him I can't help but to feel the heat between my legs grow. His tattoos, his cold silver rings, how his hands rested on his lap as he is too concertated to the Tv. I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.. I needed him.. I craved him.

"Matt.." I say with a not so confident tone. He looks over at me with a cold but loving look in his eyes. "Yes baby?" He says in a gentle tone. "I need you..-" "Matt I need you." I say as I look over at him and tease him by lowering my bra strap. Matt raises his eyebrow with that shit eating grin on his face as he pats his thigh. I stand up without a doubt inside my body and do as I was told. I always love when Matt is a bit more dominant and straight forward.

Before I could get on him he says "Take this off" as he's tugging on my pink lacy shorts. And did I mention I was wearing one of his hoodies... I get on his thigh and I start to close the gap between our faces but Matt put his finger up on my lips and said: "Nope, if you are soo needy don't think I'm gonna give you what you want this easy". My face turned red from embarrassment so I look away but feel a Matts strong hand on my jaw, he movedy face to look at him as he whispered into my ear "I want you to ride my thigh until you can't anymore doll." I get goosebumps from his words, from his hot breath against my ear.

I lean back and put my hands on Matts knees. Slowly I start moving my hips back and forth to create some friction. Matt didn't even seem to care about me right now as he was too focused on the tv. I didn't believe it, that I was riding Matthew Sturniolos thigh, because most girls his age could only dream of being with him. But when Matt finally looked at me he grabbed my jaw and pulled me closer to him and said "Such a little slut, riding on my thigh".

"Matt.. I." I moaned out. " Use your words darling" he said with a cold tone in his voice.

"Im gonna...mmm" I moan into his ear. "Come on I don't understand you" He said teasing me. My body is now shaking and wanting the approval to let go. "Matt... I'm gonna cum!" "Go ahead darling" he says whispering it in my ear, his hot breath making me get goosebumps again. I let out my last moan of his name "Matt..mhmm" as I release all over his thigh my body still uncontrollably shaking from all the pleasure."Good girl" he says because he knows I love when he calls me that. I place your head in the crook of Matts neck to calm down from my high. In a few minutes I look down to his thigh and see a wet spot on his grey sweatpants. "Oh God I'm so sorry" "Don't apologize baby, you looked hot as hell".

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𝓐𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮

summary. . .your bf wants to go home and have some fun

pairings. . .bf!matt, gf!reader

sarnings. . .partying, dirty talk, cursing.

Me and Matt walked into the apartment after a night at the club that I forced him to go to beacuse he doesn't like going out and partying.

Matt was very touchy with me in the club and all he wanted was to go home "baby let's go have a much better time" he whispered in my ear as my knees fell weak. "One more song!!" I yelled to him.

Matt had enough and grabbed me by the arm as he dragged me out of the club, "what the hell are you doing?" I yell confused, he ignored me and I didn't know when he had called an Uber but the car stopped right in front of us and we got in. Matt had pulled you onto his lap at this point, you looked into Matt eyes and thought to yourself "fuck me".

"What is going on in that little head of yours?" Matt tilted his head and placed one hand on my cheek caressing it. You both felt it, you wanted each other, you needed each other and couldn't wait any longer.

Even though the car ride home was only 10 minutes it felt like an eternity. Finally you guys get to your apartment and Matt picks you up in a bridal style and carries you to the elevator, the elevator was packed for some odd reason,

"fucking hell it's 2am why are so many people in the elevator?" he whispered to me angrily. We got in the elevator and couldn't wait any longer till you could rip each others clothes off. While the elevator was going up Matt placed one hand on my ass, you could feel yourself turning red, "you don't know what I'm gonna do to you when we get out of this fucking elevator" Matt whispered into my ear, his hot breath made me get goosebumps all over me.

The door opened and we both paced to my apartment door, Matt Infront of you holding your hand. He opens the apartment door and let's me walk in "Such a gentleman." I think to myself. Matt slams the door and paces at me and picks me up and carries me to the bed room and lays me down on the bed. With lust in his eyes he says " We should be home more often it's much more fun."