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can you make something like: chris is playing (hockey, lacrosse, soccer, football or literally anything else) at a high school game and he gets hurt during a match

little blurb about matt and nick helping him recover!

“Can’t Move My Legs”

The game had been intense from the start—playoff energy, aggressive defense, and the kind of adrenaline Chris thrived on. He and Matt had been side by side the entire season, the Sturniolo brothers tearing up the field like they were born for it.

Chris had just caught a pass—perfect, clean, seconds from the goal—when it happened.

A blindside check. Hard. Illegal.

His cleats slipped.

His body folded awkwardly beneath the other player’s weight.

And the moment his back hit the turf, something snapped.

The crowd gasped.

Matt heard the crack from halfway down the field. He dropped his stick and sprinted.

“Chris?” he shouted, skidding into the pile of players gathering around.

Chris was flat on his back, unmoving. Eyes wide. Face pale.

“Matt,” he rasped. “I can’t feel my legs. I can’t—Matt, I can’t—I can’t move—”

His voice cracked. Then broke. And then he started crying.

Not just from pain—this was fear.

Matt shoved through people, dropping to his knees beside him. “Hey—hey, look at me, I’m right here,” he said, already pulling his helmet off. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I can’t feel anything,” Chris sobbed, panicking now. “My back—my back hurts so bad, I can’t—Nick!”

Matt’s heart shattered.

Nick wasn’t even at the field.

Paramedics rushed over. Whistles blew. The coach barked at people to back up.

Matt never moved.

Even as they fitted a brace around Chris’s neck, even as they stabilized him on the backboard, even when his little brother’s tears soaked into his jersey—Matt held his hand. And didn’t let go.

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Nick burst into the ER forty minutes later, pale and frantic.

“Where is he? Where’s Chris?”

Matt was sitting outside the trauma room, elbows on his knees, visibly shaken. His eyes were red. His cleats still had turf stuck in them.

“He’s in there,” he said quietly. “They’re doing scans. Said he might’ve fractured part of his lower spine. He couldn’t move his legs when we got there.”

Nick didn’t speak for a second.

Then, softly: “Was he crying?”

Matt’s voice broke. “He was screaming.”

⸻

The next few days were a blur of MRIs, tears, and sleepless nights. Chris had severely bruised his spine and torn several ligaments—no permanent damage, but a long, painful recovery ahead. Weeks of physical therapy. Maybe months.

The first night home from the hospital, he broke down in the living room.

“I’m useless,” he whispered from the couch, eyes glassy, legs stiff in their brace. “I can’t even get up to pee without help. I can’t play again. It’s over.”

Nick sat beside him and leaned in, tugging Chris into a hug.

“You’re not useless, dumbass. You got hurt. That doesn’t change who you are.”

Matt came in with ice and Tylenol, dropping it gently on the coffee table. “You don’t have to prove anything, Chris. You already made us proud.”

Chris didn’t answer. His throat was too tight.

So they sat there—one on each side of him. Holding space for the pain. For the loss. For the fear.

Not rushing him. Just being there.

That’s what brothers do.

⸻

Weeks later, when Chris took his first few steps with a walker, both Matt and Nick were there. Filming, cheering, nearly crying.

“There he is!” Matt yelled.

“Bro, you’re gonna have abs after this physical therapy,” Nick added, half-joking.

Chris grinned through gritted teeth. “You guys are the worst.”

“Yeah,” Matt said, holding his arm steady. “But we’re not going anywhere.”

⸻

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Can you do one where Nate and the triplets little sister aren’t allowed to sleep in the same bed, but when she comes home from a bad day Nate notices and comforts her and they end up falling asleep in her bed but the triplets let it slide

“One Time”

It had been a rough day.

Everything just… sucked.

Her grade on the history test? Awful. Her favorite teacher snapped at her for no reason. Her friend ditched her at lunch. And on top of it all, her phone had died halfway through the day so she couldn’t even text Nate like she usually did.

So when she walked through the front door that night, quiet and heavy-eyed, it was Nate who noticed first.

He was sitting on the couch with the triplets, half-watching something dumb on the TV. But the second he saw her face, he stood up.

“Hey,” he said gently, walking over. “You okay?”

She didn’t answer. Just shook her head and slipped past him, heading straight to her room.

The boys exchanged a glance — Chris looked like he was about to follow her, but Nate was already turning.

“I got it,” he said.

They didn’t stop him.

⸻

Her room was dark except for the lamp on her dresser. She was curled up in bed, hoodie on, face tucked into the pillow.

Nate didn’t say anything right away. He just climbed onto the bed beside her and rubbed a gentle hand up and down her back.

After a few minutes, her voice broke through the silence.

“I feel like everything went wrong today.”

Nate leaned down, kissed the side of her head. “Want to tell me about it?”

She nodded, tears gathering in her eyes. “I hate when I cry over stupid things. It makes me feel weak.”

“Nothing you feel is stupid,” he murmured. “Not to me.”

She turned into his chest, clutching the fabric of his hoodie. “Can you just stay?”

He hesitated for only a second.

They both knew the rule. The triplets had made it very clear: No sleeping in the same bed. Even if they were dating. Even if they weren’t doing anything. Even if it was innocent.

But Nate looked at her — the way she trembled, how quiet her voice was — and pulled the blanket over both of them.

“Just tonight,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

⸻

The next morning, the sun peeked in through the blinds.

Nick was the first to knock, then push open the door — only to stop short at the sight of them.

Y/N, curled up against Nate’s chest. Fast asleep. Tear-stained cheeks. Nate’s arm protectively around her.

Matt appeared behind him, eyebrows raising. “Seriously?”

But then Chris came up behind both of them — and after one look, he sighed.

“Leave it,” he murmured. “Just this once.”

Matt gave a small nod. “She looks like she needed it.”

Nick shut the door softly behind them.

⸻

She didn’t know they’d seen.

And they wouldn’t say anything.

Because sometimes, love meant knowing when to enforce the rules.

And sometimes, it meant knowing exactly when to break them.

⸻

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Hi, can you possibly do a Nathan Doe and yn/Sturniolo one shot and it's him asking her to prom, they are already dating

A/n:  ofc! I put a little spin on it and made it into a little blurb! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

dividers: @issysh3ll

You and Nate had been dating for a while and you two were seniors in highschool and you knew that you were going to end up going to prom together you weren't really expecting him to formally ask you simply because you two were already together.

"i got it"

you scream through the sturniolo household letting them know you were answering the door hearing the doorbel go off at the prime hour of 7:30pm. You open the door to be met with Nate standing on the porch with a proposal sign and a banquet of flowers.

"who was it sis"

nick chuckles as he, matt and chris make their way to the front door where you were.

"shut up thats so stinkin cute"

marylou exclaims taking quick pictures of the pair.

"well what do you say soph"

nate nervously asks not sure what you were thinking just simply seeing a shocked expression still painted on your face.

"y-yes i would love to go to prom with your nathan"

you giggle out as you come up to him placing a sweet kiss to his lips.

"okay gross thats were i leave"

chris groans out as he and matt leave to go back to watch the Celtics game that was on.

"you know you didnt have to do this I already assumed we were going together you know"

you giggle as nate lets a nervous smile play on his lips.

"i know i know but i wanted you to feel special you know since this is our last prom ever"

nate states as a pink tint rises slowly on his cheeks.

"i love you"

you giggle placing another kiss on his lips.

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▐ in which matt sturniolo has a breeding kink !

“g—god damn’…” he grunts, his hips snapping into yours — as he hovered over you — his pretty chain dangling in-front of your fucked out face. “takin’ it s’well baby…” he lets out strangled noises — trying to get as much pleasure as he could.

“you like takin’ it, baby?” he grunts, moving his angle to get as deep as possible. “m—matt-“ you choke out. he tries to let out a chuckle — but it fails, and escapes as a whimper. “baby—ah, shit..” his arms falter a bit as he feels his orgasm approaching.

matt was determined to breed you, why? you never knew. because he was very, very, into that stuff — but of course, you didn’t complain. it’s matt sturniolo after all. so here he is, rutting his hips into yours like a wild animal — chasing his orgasm.

“gonna give you a kid,” he mutters. “you’re gonna be the best mama, yeah?” he encourages. “—t…take it…” he grunts. his arms flexing as he holds himself up over you, his biceps rippling. “you wanna baby, hm?” he tilts his head as he looks down at your pretty face.

your cheeks are flushed, and tears of pleasure are streaming down your face — as your hands are placed on his chest. “mm—….i- s’too mu—ah…” you babble. matt bites back a smile. “gonna’ fill you up so good, huh, baby?” he coos.

you nod frantically, and his swollen lips crash onto yours. “god—mm, ah-“ his hips stutter, as he makes sure he’s as deep as possible. his balls pressed up against your drenched clit, as the warm — sticky ropes of cum shoot into your hole.

“f…f-fuckk,” he chokes out against your lips. he pulls out after a few seconds, his tip frantically rubbing your pussy — in attempts to get you to hit your orgasm too. and it works.

because after a few more frantic rubs, warm liquid gushes onto matt’s lower stomach — some even spilling onto the floor. his cum oozing out of your worn out hold. “look at that…” he whispers, “nice n’ stuffed…baby,” he coos.

his lips press against yours once again, as you pant and whimper softly, your legs quivering.

“jus’ how i like it.”

✦ . 　⁺ much love, savi !

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"i wanna marry her"

-matt sturniolo

summery: matt gets his wisdom teeth removed.

requested by: @ikyoudreamofme 💋

Matt had never been great with hospitals or anything remotely medical. So when he stumbled out of the surgeon’s office—cheeks puffy, eyes glazed, and drooling just a little—it wasn’t surprising that he was more than a little out of it.

You barely had time to thank the nurse before he spotted you in the waiting area and stopped dead in his tracks, swaying like a newborn deer.

“…Whoa.”

You blinked. “Matt?”

He just stared.

Then, like he’d never seen you before, he whispered, awestruck, “You’re so pretty.”

Your mouth twitched. “Babe. It’s me.”

He frowned, dazed. “Wait. Are you my nurse?”

“No, I’m your girlfriend,” you said gently, stepping forward to steady him as he teetered.

His jaw dropped—as much as it could, considering the gauze in his mouth. “I have a girlfriend?!” he exclaimed, like this was both the best and most shocking news of his life. “No way. No freaking way.”

“Yes way,” you laughed, helping him into the passenger seat of your car.

He stared at you the whole time you buckled him in, like you’d hung the stars in the sky. Then, very seriously: “Do you think she’s nice?”

You raised a brow. “Your girlfriend?”

He nodded, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.

“Very nice,” you said.

“And pretty?” he mumbled through gauze.

“I guess so.”

He melted into the seat, utterly content. “I wanna marry her.”

You smiled, heart soft. “I’ll let her know.”

He blinked slowly, like the meds were winning. “Wait… what’s her name?”

You paused. “It’s me, baby.”

Matt blinked again. “No way.” Then he gasped. “Oh my god, I have a girlfriend and it’s you?!”

You laughed harder than you probably should have.

But it was the look on his face—pure wonder, pure joy—that made you pause.

Even when he forgot, he still chose you.

“Yeah,” you said, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “It’s me.”

He beamed. “I think I love you.”

You leaned down, kissed his forehead. “I know you do.”

He fell asleep five minutes later with your hand in his and a chocolate milkshake in his lap, whispering something about marrying the girl in the passenger seat.

this is very short and not very good but the idea was really cute 😭

xoxo

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reunited-chris sturniolo

chris reuniting with his wife and daughter after tour

warnings:nothing just fluff

your daughter did nothing but sit in front of the door. she wouldn’t move for anything, she only had one goal for the day, and that was to see her dad walk through the door.

she loved you so much, but she was always a daddy’s girl. the way chris was so gentle and caring with her made your heart swell. he was the perfect girl dad.

“mama, when’s daddy gonna get home?” she asked, with the cutest pout on her face.

“it should be soon sweetheart! in the meantime, why don’t we go play a game or watch tv?” you asked, hoping to pry your daughter away from the door.

“no! i gotta be ready.” she says, stomping her foot on the ground and crossing her arms.

even though you told your daughter you didn’t know when chris was getting home, you knew it would be any second now-

the front door swung open, revealing a tired yet happy chris standing in front of it. in the distance, you could see nick and matt wave through the car window as they drove off.

“daddy!” your daughter yelled.

chris swooped her up in his arms, enveloping her in a giant hug. he gave her a kiss on her forehead as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. you loved seeing chris so naturally happy like this. it was nothing but pure love.

“hey, princess!” he says, setting her down carefully on on the floor.

next he walks over to you, wrapping you up in a hug equally as big as the one he gave your daughter. he presses a kiss full of passion and love onto your lips, making you realize how much you missed him.

“daddy can we go watch frozen?!” your daughter exclaims, jumping up and down ecstatically.

“of course princess, why don’t you go get some blankets and pillows so we can make a blanket fort!” he says.

“ooh, okay!!!” she exclaims, running to her room to get the pillows and blankets off her bed.

“i missed you so much, sweetheart.” he says, pressing his forehead against yours.

“i missed you too, chris.” you say. you can feel a huge grin on his face as he leans down to kiss you again.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, im so glad you’re home.”

you hear little footsteps growing louder, your daughter entering the room with piles of pillows and blankets.

“i’m ready!” she says.

a/n: love this sm oml

dividers: the lovely @bernardsbendystraws

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ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ

Warnings: Smut, p in v, riding, car sex

Summary: you went with Matt to visit all his family in Boston, and all of his extended family was at the house visiting, so you and Matt were stuck sleeping on the couch which means you couldn’t really have alone time, so you had to get creative.

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You and the triplets were flying out to see Matt’s family today. You were so excited to see Mary Lou and Jimmy. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them. You were really close with Mary Lou, she was going to be an amazing mother in law for you one day. Anytime you’d go to Boston, you’d go on a shopping spree with her, and go get your nails done and all the fun girly things she never got to do with the boys growing up.

Mary Lou was hosting a big get together at their place with family and friends from all over. People would be flying in from different states. Some of these people you’ve never met before since they were such distant cousins and other family members. There was going to be about 25 people in this house, staying the week. You were going to be in Boston for the whole week.

Matt had to give up his bedroom to his grandparents so we ended up sleeping on the couch for the whole week.

Before we left for Boston, you and matt hadn’t had sex in about 5 days since there was just so much going on, plus you were sick so you didn’t feel like having sex.

The 5th day in Boston, and the 10th day without sex was driving you and Matt crazy. You’d sleep on the couch together every night, but really couldn’t do much since Chris was on the other couch next to you. Matt would tease you every night. The lights would be off, and you’d feel his hand caress over your clothed pussy, and you’d push his hand away to stop since you didn’t want to get caught.

The 6th day you could not take it anymore. It was just after dinner, everyone was eating pizza, and laughing and having a good time. You were sitting beside Matt at the table, and you felt Matt’s hand move up your thigh. You jolted at the contact.

“Are you okay?” Said Nick.

“Oh, yeah I’m fine- I just- felt a random pain in my side.” You replied with rosy cheeks.

“Weird, I hope you’re okay” said Mary Lou all worried.

“I’m okay” you said with a smile.

Matt’s hand was still rubbing up your thigh close to where you needed him the most.

You were wearing a skirt, so he could easily slip his hand up there. But you couldn’t let him. There is a ton of family here.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom; I’ll be right back” you said as you quickly got up and walked to the bathroom upstairs.

You texted Matt.

(Pink is you, blue is Matt)

Are you kidding me Matt? Infront of your family?

I’m going crazy baby. I need you.

I need you too. I’ve been craving you like crazy.

We’re going to make an excuse later, after dinner that we’re going to the store to get snacks.

Ohhhhh car sex Matt?

Yeah baby let’s do it. That’s the plan

You came back downstairs, and sat back down in your spot beside Matt. Matt gave you that smirk he does that drives you crazy.

You and Matt finish up eating dinner.

“Okay mom, I’m gonna go to the store, we’re gonna get snacks for maybe a movie night tonight, do you need anything?” Matt asked Mary Lou.

“No, I’m okay thanks… actually maybe some sour patch kids” she laughed.

You and Matt hurried out the door.

We both sat in the car and looked at each other. Matt looked at you with such lust, and reached over to the passenger seat giving you a soft passionate kiss.

You felt the throbbing start between your legs.

You pulled away.

“Matt! at least wait until we go somewhere else that’s not the driveway” you laughed. “They’ll see us through the window.”

As you were driving, not really knowing where we were going to go, Matt had his hand on your thigh, hand going up your skirt.

“Matt..” you moan.

He reached up to your clit, rubbing gentle circles on it.

You purposely took off your underwear before you left for the store.

You spread your legs out, letting him do his thing.

You could see him rock hard through his grey sweatpants.

“Baby, look an empty parking lot.” You pointed.

He took his hand away from your clit, and you groaned at the loss of contact. He never pulled into a parking lot so fast.

He put the car in park. He put his seat back as far as it could go. You took off your seatbelt and jumped over into the drivers side straddling him.

You started passionately kissing him. Sloppy kisses because of how horny you both were. He started moving to place kisses all down your neck. You moaned at the contact to your neck.

“I’m so excited to finally be able to do this” he whispered.

You could feel his clothed boner underneath you. You started to grind back and forth. He reached his hands down to your hips to guide you.

“I need you Matt” you moaned out. “I need you right now.”

“Just wait baby, we need to take in this moment. It’s been a while, let’s take our time.” Matt whined out.

You started to make out again. Hands going all over each others bodies. Matt lifts up your shirt.

“No bra, huh?” He whispers.

You giggle into his kisses.

He starts to play with your tits, moving his thumbs over your nipples.

You moan in Matt’s mouth.

“Matt- please. I need you right now.” You say tugging at the waistband of his jeans.

Matt gives in.

You move your body up off of his while he pulls down his jeans and boxers.

You were wearing no underwear under your skirt so it was perfect.

You lined his dick up with your entrance. Matt was placing sloppy kisses down your neck.

You sank down, and put all of Matt in you. You took in a second to realize this is finally happening. It’s been 10 days and you’re going crazy.

You start moving up and down on Matt’s dick, leaning down to kiss him as he leans back in the seat.

His hands rub up and down your back.

“You are so wet.” He said putting his hand down underneath you to rub your clit in small circles with his thumb.

When he started circling his thumb on your clit, you felt an immediate knot in your stomach knowing your orgasm was approaching.

“Matt- I- I’m really close” you moaned out.

“Already baby? You really needed me didn’t you?” He laughed.

You laughed and shook your head.

“Yup, I’m going to cum babe” you tilted your head back in pleasure. You started to shake on top of Matt.

“Good job baby, I’m almost there.” Matt moaned. Matt was a moaning mess.

Next thing you know you feel Matt’s cum spilling into you. He let out a whimper.

“This feels so good” he said as he was riding out his high.

You gave Matt a passionate slow kiss, and got off of his dick. He had tissue in his car which he wiped you with to clean you up. You fixed your hair, pulled down your skirt while Matt pulled up his pants.

“You ready for round 2 baby?” Matt joked.

You looked over at Matt laughing.

“Your family is going to wonder where we are. We still need to stop for the sour patch kids for your mom, and potentially snacks for us” you laughed. “Tomorrow we’re making up an excuse and coming out here again for round 2” you winked.

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I hope you guys enjoyed. 🥵

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HOP ON IT a matt sturniolo blurb

you barely make it two steps into the bedroom before matt’s already on you, fingers hooking into the waistband of your lacy panties, tugging just enough to make the little cotton tail pop back with a bounce.

“y’really wore this for me?” he says low, voice all thick and slow, like he’s savoring the sight of you. lace strapless top barely containing your tits, sheer bunny ears tilted just right, legs on full display.

you nod, lips parted, breath catching as he spins you around by the waist and pushes you down against the bed, palms flat to the sheets, ass arched up just like he likes.

his hands grip the backs of your thighs, slow and possessive, thumbs pressing into your skin as he spreads you open.

“fuck,” he mutters, voice deeper now, his breath warm against the dip of your spine. “look at this. sucha pretty lil thing. got you all wet jus how i like it.”

he palms his dick through his sweats, the thick print of it already stretching the fabric. one hand frees himself, the other slides your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your soaked folds like he got all day.

then he slides in—long and slow, til his hips meet yours with a deep groan.

your mouth falls open. nothing comes out.

he leans forward, chest against your back, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“gonna make you bounce on this dick,” he whispers, pulling back just to slam in again, harder. “til your legs give out. that what you want, sweetheart?”

you moan, nod, choking on your own breath.

his hand fists in your hair, just enough pressure to keep your head turned so he can look down at your face.

“say ‘yes, sir.’ be a good girl.”

you manage it, barely, your voice all soft and fucked-out.

and after that? he ruins you. hips snapping into yours, pace brutal and calculated. filthy words in your ear, hand wrapped around your throat from behind when your moans get too loud.

your arms give out before your knees do, chest flat to the bed now, ass still high as he chases his nut.

he cums deep, messy, panting as he collapses over you, skin flushed, cock twitching.

then he kisses your shoulder, all lazy, still catching his breath.

“happy easter, my little bunny.”

@sosasturns

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𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞: 𝐜.𝐬.

"maybe one day you'll call me, and tell me that you're sorry too." ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

in which: chris' ex girlfriend calls him after a party she was uncomfortable at.

warnings: mention of drugs and alcohol, brief mention of a guy making the reader uncomfortable, smut, unprotected sex, reuinion sex, please let me know if i missed anything!!

word count: 1.8k

chris was the last person you would’ve thought to call to come get you. you got to the party an hour ago, and in all honesty, you didnt wanna be there. too many people. drinks. drugs. not your environment. you were stood against the wall in the corner, trying to somehow back away from the creepy guy trying to hit on you, when all of a sudden, chris is dragging you outside, arm wrapped around your waist as if you never broke up eight months ago.

he gets you settled in the passenger seat, climbing into the driver’s seat and facing you. “what happened, baby?”

“i don’t know, i... i just couldn’t do it. i only ever went to parties with you, and i just... there was drinks, and drugs, and the guys kept trying to hit on me, and my girlfriends kept trying to get me to drink and take the drugs, and i didn’t want it, and it was so scary, chris. i didn’t know who to call so i just called you...” you ramble, a hand over your chest.

chris takes a hold of your free hand, rubbing soft circles on it with his thumb. “shh, it’s okay, i got you,” he murmurs, his voice softer than you remember. his hand squeezes yours gently, grounding you, bringing you back down from the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your chest. you take a shaky breath, eyes flickering to him, searching for something—maybe reassurance, maybe comfort, maybe just proof that he’s really here.

“you don’t have to explain anymore,” he says, his thumb still tracing lazy circles over your skin. “i’m just glad you called me.”

you nod, swallowing hard. the weight in your chest still lingers, but it’s a little lighter now. his presence alone is enough to make you feel safer than you had all night.

“do you wanna go home?” he asks after a beat, watching you carefully, like you’re something fragile, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he moves too fast.

you hesitate. home should be the obvious choice, but the thought of going back to your empty room, alone with your thoughts, makes your stomach twist. chris must see the conflict on your face because his grip on your hand tightens just slightly.

“or,” he offers, “we could just drive for a while. clear your head.”

you look at him then, really look at him, and for the first time in eight months, it doesn’t feel like there’s an ocean between you. it feels like maybe, just maybe, he’s still your safe place.

“yeah,” you whisper. “let’s just drive.”

he nods, starting the engine, his hand still holding yours.

the engine hums to life, a low, familiar sound that fills the silence between you and chris. his hand stays wrapped around yours, even as he shifts the car into gear. the way his thumb keeps tracing those slow, gentle circles—it’s like he never stopped knowing how to calm you down. like he still remembers exactly how to touch you when you’re coming undone.

the streetlights wash over the windshield in long, golden streaks as he pulls away from the curb. neither of you says anything for a while. you’re just watching the city drift past the windows—blurry and slow, like a dream you’re not quite awake for. your breathing’s steadier now, but your heart still stutters every time you glance over and catch him looking at you. like you’re something precious. like maybe he still cares. like maybe he never stopped.

chris breaks the silence first, voice soft but clear.

“i should’ve been there sooner.”

you glance at him, brows drawing together. “you didn’t even know i was there.”

“i should’ve known,” he says, jaw clenching slightly. “i should’ve checked. i still have your location. i check it sometimes. not in a creepy way, just... i don’t know. just in case.”

you’re quiet for a moment, heart thudding against your ribs. “i didn’t delete yours either.”

that admission hangs heavy between you for a second, like a truth neither of you had the courage to say out loud until now. chris lets out a breath—more of a sigh, really—and gives your hand another squeeze.

“you never really stopped caring, did you?” he asks, glancing over at you, eyes searching yours.

you shake your head slowly. “no. i tried to. i wanted to. but it never worked.”

he doesn’t say anything right away, but the way his thumb presses against your knuckles says enough. the silence is different now. it’s thick with something unsaid, something electric and fragile and inevitable.

eventually, chris pulls the car into his driveway. he parks, then turns to you again. “do you wanna come in for a bit?”

you nod.

the two of you head inside, the house quiet and dim, the kind of calm you didn’t know you needed until it was wrapping around you. chris leads you through the garage, to avoid nick and matt upstairs, into his room—familiar, unchanged.

you both sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, the air buzzing with unspoken things. finally, he turns toward you fully, his eyes searching yours again.

“i miss you,” he says. just that. simple. honest. like it’s been on the tip of his tongue for months.

you bite your lip, the weight of everything you’ve been holding in crashing into your chest. “i miss you too,” you whisper. “so much.”

and then there’s a pause—a breath, a heartbeat—and chris leans in, slow enough that you could stop it if you wanted to. but you don’t. you don’t move away. you close the space between you instead, meeting him halfway. your lips brush his, soft at first, tentative, like the both of you are still afraid of shattering whatever fragile thing this is.

but the second his hand lifts to cradle your cheek, everything falls into place. the kiss deepens, grows urgent, all that pent-up longing spilling out in the space between your mouths. it’s desperate, familiar, and full of every word you never said.

you shift, leaning into him more, your hands finding their way into his hoodie, clinging to him like he’s the only solid thing left in your world. he kisses you like he’s starving. like he’s been waiting eight months to feel your lips again. and maybe he has.

when you finally pull apart for air, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing hard.

“i never stopped loving you,” he says, voice barely more than a whisper.

“i know,” you murmur. “me neither.”

and then he kisses you again. slower this time, more sure, more steady. and everything feels right again, like you’ve come home after being lost for far too long.

his hand slides from your cheek to your jaw, then down, trailing across your collarbone. you shiver beneath his touch, and he leans in, his lips brushing along your neck, his breath hot and shaky.

“tell me to stop,” he says suddenly, pulling back just a little, eyes burning into yours. “if this is too much, if you’re not ready, just say it, and i swear i’ll stop.”

but you shake your head, breath catching in your throat. “don’t stop.”

he hesitates just one more beat, as if needing to make absolutely sure, and then you’re kissing again. hotter this time, messier, like you’re both trying to make up for all the time lost.

your hands tangle in his hair as he leans you back onto the bed, his hoodie bunched up in your fists. you tug him closer, and he groans softly into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you like lightning.

“can i take this off?” he whispers, tugging at your shirt. you nod, and within seconds your shirt is on the floor of his bedroom.

eventually, you’re both stripped completely naked, his tip teasing your entrance. he touches you like you’re something sacred, something he thought he lost forever but somehow got back. and when he’s finally hovering over you, breath warm against your lips, he murmurs, “are you sure?”

you meet his eyes, fingers brushing along his jaw.

“i’ve never been more sure.”

and when he finally pushes into you, like it means everything, you realize it does.

because it’s not just about comfort. or lust. or missing each other.

it’s about love.

and how it never really left.

not even for a second. 

you let out soft whines, producing them into louder moans as he slides in and out of you. chris buries his head in your neck, thrusting into you as you claw at his back, running your hand up to his hair. you let out whimpers and moans, your freshly manicured nails digging into his back as you feel yourself getting closer to your release. 

you softly arch your back, your legs shaking as you tug at his hair. 

“close, pretty baby?” he whispers into your neck, sucking a soft mark into it. 

you nod, shaking. “c’mon, baby. cum for me.” 

and with that, you did. you arch your back, letting out a cry of pleasure as you hold onto him, hugging him. “chris, shit.” you whisper, kissing his jaw 

he moans as you kiss his draw, still thrusting in and out of you, inching closer to his own release. “where, baby, where?” 

“i-inside” you stutter, tugging at his hair. 

he releases his seed inside of you, letting out a deep moan into your neck. you let out a shaky breath, hugging him and closing your eyes. 

within a couple minutes, the both of you are cleaned up, thighs no longer sticky. you lay naked in bed, limbs tangled together as he holds you, your fingers intertwined. 

“m’never letting you go again.” he whispers, softly kissing your temple. “im sorry i did. i was stupid, and its been the worst eight months of my life.” 

“it’s okay,” you whisper, voice muffled against his chest. “we’re here now.”

chris tightens his hold on you, like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers if he lets go. the silence between you isn’t uncomfortable—it’s warm, full, like the kind that only comes after something real. your fingers trace lazy patterns across his ribs, memorizing him all over again.

“i don’t want this to be just a one-night thing,” he says after a minute, his voice barely above a whisper. “i don’t want to wake up tomorrow and pretend like this didn’t happen.”

you shift slightly, looking up at him, your cheek pressed to his shoulder. “me neither.”

his eyes meet yours—vulnerable, open, nothing like the boy who walked away eight months ago. this is the boy who showed up the second you needed him, who held your hand like it meant something, who still touches you like you matter.

“we don’t have to figure everything out tonight,” you say softly. “but i don’t want to lose you again.”

he leans in, presses a kiss to your forehead. “you won’t. i promise.”

you close your eyes, letting the rhythm of his heartbeat lull you, the warmth of his skin grounding you. maybe the world’s still spinning too fast, maybe there are still pieces to mend—but for now, you’re here. safe. seen. held.

and in that moment, tangled in sheets and second chances, it feels like enough.

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JUST WANNA LOVE ON YOU bf!matt

warnings: kissing, dry humping, pet names, praise.

tonight’s atmosphere was different, softer than usual. you and matt were cuddled in bed, limbs intertwined as you talked about what your future family would look like and expressed your love to each other.

eventually, the short kisses on your forehead became longer and more eager kisses to your lips. you were settled on matts lap, his back against the headboard as his hands roamed your body gently. sweet whispers falling from each others mouths with each break of a kiss. the tension was thick, but not heavy, just different.

matt’s hands rested on you hips, lightly pulling you into him. the friction enlightened something in you, “matt…” you whisper, calling out to him even though he was so close.

breaking away from the kiss, he looks up at you, eyes frosted and glassy. “what is it, baby?” matt voice is fragile and soft, while his thumbs trace idle patterns on your skin.

“just… wanna love on you.” my hands cup his face delicately and the warmth in the air grows.

matt’s breath hitches at your words, and for a moment, he just looks at you, eyes shining in the low, golden light of the bedroom, like he’s memorizing the shape of this feeling. his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, grounding you gently on his lap, his touch reverent.

“i love when you talk like that,” he murmurs, voice low and thick with emotion. “like I’m something precious.”

“you are,” you say simply, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones as you lean in to kiss him again, slow and meaningful. there’s no rush, just connection. lips moving like a promise, your fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck, his arms circling your waist like he never wants to let go.

the air grows warmer, softer still, the way candlelight makes a room feel closer. matt’s hands are everywhere and nowhere at once — resting, exploring, comforting. every movement feels intentional, every breath shared between kisses like a silent vow.

matt's hands, once idly tracing along your back, begin to explore with more purpose. his touch lingers longer on your waist, your sides, the curve of your back beneath your shirt. you feel his breath become slower, heavier, as you move against him, your hips subtly shifting, chasing the friction you both crave.

your head dips down, placing love bites on his neck, your teeth grazing his most sensitive spots.

"baby..." he whispers again, but this time it's laced with something deeper — need, awe, maybe even a little restraint.

you lift your head to meet his gaze, and his eyes are dark now, pupils blown wide, but still soft around the edges, like even his hunger for you is laced with love. “hm,” you hum, knowing you wouldn’t get a response.

he leans in to kiss you, and it's different this time. not urgent, but deeper. hungrier. tongues meet, slow and teasing, and he groans into your mouth, hands sliding under your shirt to find bare skin.

your breath hitches as his palms flatten over your ribs, thumbs grazing higher, worshipping every inch like you're something he's dreamed of. you tug your shirt over your head and he watches you, breathless, lips parted like he can't believe you're real.

"god, you're so beautiful, sweetheart…" he says, voice almost a whisper. not because he's unsure, but because he's overwhelmed.

you rock against him again, more deliberately this time, and his hands tighten on your hips, guiding you into a rhythm that makes heat pool low in your belly. your name leaves his lips like a prayer, over and over, between kisses and breathless moans.

matt shifts beneath you, guiding your hips down against the hard line of him through his boxers, and the friction pulls a moan from your throat, breathy, aching. his fingers tighten on your thighs, head falling back against the headboard, lips parted, eyes hooded as he watches you move.

"justtt like that, sweet girl," he murmurs, voice rough with want. "feel what your love does to me?"

you nod, biting your lip as you grind slowly against him, your slick soaking through the thin fabric between you. he's throbbing beneath you, and the way his abs tense when you move makes you dizzy with need. you lean down to kiss him and he groans into your mouth, hands dragging up your back.

"i need you," you whisper against his lips. "matt... please.” pleading like the love you crave is forbidden.

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────── intimate ⸝⸝ matt sturniolo

you tilt your head back into the pillow as his body presses to yours, his arm reaching up to pull the duvet over the lewd scene — cock sinking further into you.

“fuck, so f-full.” you whine, hands gripping onto any part of his naked body just to ground yourself as you feel his dick stretch you out — giving you a blissful sensation that only he could provide.

“you’re so tight.” he grunts, resting his face in the crook of your neck, lips hovering over your sensitive skin. his body sticking to yours under the heat of the duvet, making your brain fuzzy with the need to meld together.

“so much— so… ah.” your incoherent moans are cut off as he pushes deeper, kissing your shoulder as you take him, only to pull back and do the same again.

it’s almost too much for a second — fleeting away from that comfort as he grinds his hips back and forth. but then he’s whispering to you, voice soft yet hoarse, managing to affirm just how much you were feeling right now. “fuck… i know, i know.”

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notes. i feel like absolute poop rn and i think this would fix me :/

[obxfansstuff]

based off of this

NSFW ALPHABET

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: some of these are inspired by the nate nation anons AND one will be a little teaser for bereal😌

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

gives you the princess treatment! he will specifically tell you to not get up from the bed. thirsty? he’ll grab you a water. hungry? he’ll grab you a snack.

afterwards, you are rewarded with the most amazing cuddles. he’ll lay on top of you and nuzzle into you softly.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

he LOVES when you scratch up and leave hickeys on his torso region, including his back. nate has no issue showing off your marks, even if it’s out in public.

if you’re the sturniolo’s little sister in this scenario, for their sanity and his safety, he’ll cover everything if you guys hang out with them.

in all honesty, he just adores your face. he’ll squish your cheeks every chance he gets, or cup your face every time you guys kiss. the way it contorts in pleasure when he’s fucking you sends him over the edge.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

on rare occasions will cum inside you, but that’s the last resort. oh my god, the way he will always paint your body with his cum.

when you suck his dick, he’ll spurt his cum all over your face. other times, he’ll pull out and either smear it on your ass, chest, or stomach.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

when you’re not around and he’s super horny, he’ll hump his pillow to get off because he doesn’t like touching himself if you’re not there. it’s pathetic how many pairs of the poor boy’s underwear got ruined.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

has maybe one or two bodies before you, but he doesn’t like to count them since they were hookups.

but he 100% knows what he’s doing. he will never disappoint with the way he fucks his girl.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

COWGIRL OR DOGGY. for cowgirl, he wants to see your facial expressions and your tits bouncing right in front of him.

when it comes to doggy, he ain’t stopping. let’s just say, you won’t be able to walk for days…

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

nate’s an extremely goofy person outside the bedroom, but when he’s going to town, he’s as serious as ever. you have a thing for the way he can change how he acts in such a short amount of time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he got some hair, but tries to maintain it as much as he can. will NOT deal with the itching of it being bald. (he learned his lesson from the last time)

you, on the other hand, are cleanshaven. in the beginning of the relationship, he said he didn’t mind if you had hair or not. however, this was your decision and he’s perfectly fine with it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

will hold you like his life depends on it. face in the crook of your neck while he praises you for how good you take him and how well you’re doing.

like the first time you guys had sex (in his treehouse🥰), you were a virgin. was the gentlest with you and asked if you were okay every three minutes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

the only time it’s acceptable to jack off is if he’s on the phone with you. you will either 1. talk him through it or 2. discuss how your day went.

however, he will purposely edge and overstimulate himself to the point where his eyes start to water and his hand gets cramped. his dick will be swollen and red, leaking pre-cum as he pumps his fist rapidly up and down.

“p-please. please keep talking, baby.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

a sucker for dacryphilia and hair pulling. something about hearing you sob from pleasure makes him feral. like holy shit he’ll keep going until you beg him to stop and use your safe word.

pounding you from behind, he’ll grip your hair tight, and if you don’t listen to whatever demand he throws at you, he’ll pull it. hard.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

either his/your bed or oddly the floor. i don’t know, it seems like the floor can help him go deeper by how hard and stable it is.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he’s so sensitive that seeing you stand there has him bricked up to the fullest!

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

he DESPISES when you call yourself ugly. if you talk bad about yourself, he’ll fuck the daylights out of you until you say that you’re pretty.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving you the best head of your life is his number one priority. nate will eat you out nose deep until you cry, like always, and has no intent of stopping. you’ll cum so many times that you won’t be able to think straight and stars will take over your eyesight.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough. the only time he went slow and sensual is when he took your virginity. bro is the definition of pound town.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

if you guys are out shopping or at a party and he’s bored, he’ll drag you to the bathroom and fuck you fast against the door.

he needs at least something for entertainment.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

barely, but if you come up to him to ask to try something new, he’ll respect your wishes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can be exhausted and will STILL keep going. surprisingly, he’ll do four. nate just loves you and loves dicking you down so much that he doesn’t want it to end.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

to be honest, you guys aren’t a fan of that stuff. he would never admit this, but the thought of you using some toy instead of him will make him feel a little insecure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

likes to have his hands full and will grab your ass no matter what you’re doing. you get all flustered and it makes him tease you even more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

name a sound, and he’s doing it.

whimpering, moaning, groaning, grunting… literally everything. he’ll purposely do it in your ear because he knows that makes your legs shake.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

once, he was railing into you hard when his bereal notification went off. because he turns into a cocky son of a gun when in private, he grabbed his phone off the night stand, lifted your head up from the pillows, and put the camera in your face to take a picture of how fucked out you looked.

the reactions under his post were priceless.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

body wise, short king nate is BUFF and has abs. the magic in his pants is huge.

in his words, he calls it “the nate-a-tron 5000.”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

wants to fuck you every second on every surface all day.

doesn’t help when you’re bending over and he comes up behind you and grabs your hips, thrusting his clothed boner into your thighs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

two words: out cold.

one time you for real thought he was dead.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒓 | 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

― 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ AVALON , $uicideboy$

subby!matt sturniolo x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, needy, over the phone, short, helping him jerk off before the show, semi-public, cumming on his tummy, sweet ending

word count : 1.3k ♡

—Matt's sprawled out on the tour bus couch, sweats shoved down just enough to free his aching cock, his hand wrapped tight around the base. The screen of his phone glows in the dim space, his other hand gripping it like a lifeline, like if he holds on tight enough, he might actually feel you.

"Yeah? You miss me that bad, Matty?" Your voice is all teasing, but there's something sweet underneath it, something that makes his dick twitch in his palm.

"Baby," he groans, low and wrecked, his thumb smearing pre-cum over his tip, making a filthy mess of himself. "I'm losin' my fuckin' mind over here."

You hum softly, and fuck, it does something to him. "What are you doing right now?"

Matt swallows hard, his breath shaky. "What the fuck you think, angel?" His grip tightens, his wrist flicking slow, squeezing just right. "Got my cock in my fuckin’ fist, thinkin' about you."

You let out a breathy little sigh, and it makes his balls tighten. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he grits out, hips twitching into his own grip. "Wish it was you, baby. Wish I had that pretty little mouth wrapped around me instead—fuck, I’d be so deep in your throat right now."

You whimper, and he swears he almost fucking busts right there.

"Wish I was there," you murmur, voice sweet as sin. "Wish I could get on my knees for you, let you use my mouth however you want."

Matt groans, his head falling back against the cushion. "Jesus fuck," he breathes, his pace picking up, his strokes rougher now, needier.

"You’d let me fuck it, yeah?" he pants, chest rising and falling, abs tensing every time his fist drags down his length. "Let me hold your head still, shove my cock all the way in—fuck, bet you’d gag so pretty for me."

"Matt," you whisper, and the way your voice shakes makes his dick throb in his hand.

"That got you wet, huh?" His tone is smug, but he's barely holding on himself, barely keeping it together when all he wants to do is be buried inside you. "Bet you’re all soaked for me, playin’ with that pretty little pussy while I’m over here fuckin’ strokin’ my cock to the sound of your voice."

You let out a soft, breathy moan, and his entire body tenses. "I am," you admit, voice all sweet and shy, but fuck, he knows what you’re doing. "Wish you could see how messy I am for you, baby. Wish you could feel how wet you make me."

His breath stutters, his strokes getting faster, filthier, his palm slick and sticky from how much he’s leaking. "I’d ruin you, baby," he growls. "Fuck you so good you’d be dripping for days, let everyone see what I fuckin’ did to you."

His jaw clenches, his breath coming out in ragged pants as his fist works his cock faster, tighter. His whole body is buzzing, heat curling deep in his gut, the filth spilling from your lips only pushing him closer to the edge.

"Yeah?" His voice is rough, wrecked. "Bet you’d let me fuck you open, huh? Get you all sloppy, all loose, just so I can shove it even deeper."

His cock twitches in his hand, his grip tightening, his hips jerking up into his own fist like he can fuck you through the phone, like if he strokes himself hard enough, fast enough, he might actually feel you wrapped around him.

"Fuck, baby," he grits out, his head falling back against the cushion. "You sayin' you want me to breed that pretty little pussy? Fill you up so full you can't do nothin' but take it?"

You whimper, and it's fucking devastating. "Yes," you whisper, desperate. "Want it so bad, Matty. Want you to come inside me, wanna feel it dripping out of me—fuck, please."

His whole body seizes up, his strokes against his hard, thick cock turning frantic, filthy, his slick, cum-slicked hand flying over his cock at rapid speed, rubbing against his shaft and teasing against his tip.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he groans. "You're gonna fuckin’ kill me, sweetheart."

He’s close, so fucking close. His breath is sharp, his muscles coiled so tight he might snap, his cock leaking all over his fingers, making a goddamn mess of himself.

"Come for me, baby," you purr. "Be a good boy and give it to me. Let me hear you when you spill all over yourself, baby. Let me hear how bad you need me."

And that’s it.

His whole body locks up, his breath catching before he lets out the filthiest, most wrecked groan, your name spilling from his lips as his cock pulses in his hand, thick, hot cum shooting over his stomach, dripping between his fingers, spilling all over his tummy.

His hips jerk, his body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him, his mind going completely blank except for you, your voice, the way you sound so goddamn proud of him.

For a second, he can’t even move, can’t do anything except breathe heavy into the phone, his fingers limp, his whole body buzzing from the intensity of it. His hand is still wrapped around his softening cock, the mess of his hot come cooling on his stomach, his skin and hair damp with sweat.

"You make a mess, baby?" Your voice is all sweet and smug, and Matt groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"You have no fuckin' idea," he mutters, reaching blindly for the napkins on the table, swiping at the sticky mess across his stomach, careful not to spill any onto the cushions.

You giggle, and it sends another shiver down his spine. "Wish I was there to clean you up."

Matt smirks, shaking his head as he finally pulls his sweats back up, shifting to get comfortable. "Yeah?" His voice is still rough, still wrecked. "Bet you'd lick it right off me, huh? Get on your knees, clean up every last drop like a good fuckin’ girl?"

You let out a soft, teasing hum. "Guess you’ll just have to come home and find out, baby."

Matt glances at the time on his phone, groaning when he realizes he’s only got a few minutes before he has to get ready for the show. His body still feels heavy, skin still buzzing, but fuck—he knows the second he gets on stage, he’s gonna be thinking about you. Gonna be standing under those lights, mic in hand, dick still half-hard in his sweats because you’ve got him so fucking wound up.

"Fuck," he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. "I gotta go, baby."

You pout through the phone, voice all sweet and teasing. "Already?"

Matt huffs out a breathy laugh, rubbing at his temple. "Yeah, angel. Got a show to do. Can't be up there with a fuckin' hard-on."

You giggle, and it sends another rush of warmth through him. "Well, that sounds like a personal problem."

He smirks, shaking his head. "Yeah, and you’re the problem, baby." He shifts on the couch, stretching out before bringing the phone back to his ear. His voice drops, softer now, a little more real. "I miss you, y'know."

Your breath catches. "I miss you too, Matty."

He exhales through his nose, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. "When I get home," he murmurs, "I ain't lettin’ you out of my sight. Gonna keep you in my bed, keep you on my cock—fuck, I’ll make you pay for makin’ me wait like this."

You hum, all sweet and taunting. "I guess I'll just have to let you take your revenge on me then, huh, baby?"

Matt grins, his eyes flicking toward the closed door of the tour bus, knowing he’s only got seconds left. "Damn right you will." He presses the phone a little closer to his ear, closing his eyes. "Kiss me."

You let out a soft breath before you make a little kissing sound into the phone, and he swears his heart clenches. He presses his lips together, returning the gesture.

"Love you," you whisper.

Matt's chest tightens. "Love you too, sweetheart."

thank you for reading !

this is the first time i have EVER written a sub centered fic…

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Sub .ᐟ Matt making you squirt for the first time...

⚠︎ Smutty blurb. Squirting, fingers, sub!matt, use of 'ma,' begging, and more

“That’s it, ma, c’mon, fuck…” Matt moans. The scene displayed in front of him is enough to make him so hard it hurts. His cock is painfully throbbing against the bed, his hips mindlessly grinding into the soft material as he watches you writhe. 

“It—I, oh my god, Matt, it—” Your words do little to help his current predicament. If anything, the tip of his dick is aching so much he’s sure it’s almost purple—but, he doesn’t care. This isn’t about him. It’s about his girl—it’s about you. 

“C’mon…so—so wet, fuck—keep grinding into my fingers—jusssttt like that,” he praises, a moan falling from his lips as he feels his dick pulse with desperation. The small vibrator he has placed against your clit is working wonders. You never knew everything could feel so overwhelming good like this. 

Scissoring his fingers against the spot that makes your back arch off the bed, Matt is driven with passion. It feels good—too good. The added sensations from the small bullet makes your body crave more than you can handle, your limbs falling into his trap—begging for more.

Desperate whimpers and pleas start falling from your lips. It’s unusual. You're typically the one in full control, but right now you’re pliant under his touch. But he's just as desperate as you—maybe even more.

To Matt, this was all part of the process. You had come close to finishing a couple of times, but he kept slowing down just enough to make the knot dissipate before you could come undone. The way your walls clamped around his fingers was mesmerizing. He loved watching you fall apart for him, but this time he wanted to see you really fall apart. 

Matt notices how uncontrolled your actions are. Your hips grind against him helplessly. He can hear the subtle tear of your nails clawing into the bed sheets a little too hard. “Shit—you’re close, I—I can feel it,” he breathes, his words rushed as he tries to focus on keeping his movements the exact same. 

Broken cries leave in between moans. You can’t even gather the ability to respond. Matt’s always been incessant on making you chant his name when you come undone, but not this time. He’s not begging for you to do anything but feel. This time he’s only focused on you. “Fuckkkkkkk….clenching ‘round my fingers so tight. I,” Matt lets out his own deep groan as your wet, sloppy cunt squelches with layers of slick. “---you got it, mhm. Just…just let go for me. Please, I—I need you to let go for me.” 

The small encouragement is enough to coax your mind into falling numb. Quivering legs clamp on either side of him, pushing against his shoulders tightly. He doesn’t care—not when you’re like this. “Oh—oh my—-oh my, fuck!” you scream. 

Matt feels like he’s living in his own daydream watching a clear wetness splatter out of you. A sloppy mess is being created, small sprays of liquid squirting out of your pussy as he keeps his movements consistent. “Holy—ohmygod. Than—thank you,,” he breathes. 

Slowly riding you down from your high, he can’t help but rest his forehead against your inner leg—your wet inner leg. He’s already edged you a couple of times, building you up to experience the gut twisting bliss of squirting all over him. With little self restraint, Matt licks the slick from your legs. “Mmmmmm, you taste so good. So fucking good,” he rasps between hungry, open-mouthed kisses. 

You’re too tired to even move. Your legs are still shaking on either side of him. Reaching down, you comb through his hair. Matt is quick to rest his head completely on your thigh, his eyes staring towards your pussy that looks heavenly all swollen and wet. “---’m so….’m so tired,” you announce breathlessly. 

A soft moan erupting from his mouth makes you look down. You watch as his hips roll into the mattress, his eyes devoted to analyzing your pulsing lips. “Matt,” as you go to sit up, your legs start to close. 

Out of pure instincts, Matt can’t help but pin your inner thigh down with a flat palm. “No, just—mmmm, just stay like this, please. I—I’m so close,” he huffs out.

With intention ridden in his eyes, Matt continues his rocking motions. Small whimpers push through his lips with each thrust of his hips into the bed. “Keep…keep playing with my hair, ma. I—-please, fuck,” he rasps. 

Gently, you push your fingers through his hair. Matt clutches onto each of your thighs tighter, a small puddle of drool falls between his cheek and your legs. And fuck….he looks heavenly.

Wanted to rewrite this with him being subby lol. Thank you for reading, I hope your sex toys are fully charged. Any interaction is appreciated! This is apart of my benchmark special! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!

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꒰ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ꒱

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— helping matt after tour

★ once again couldn’t control myself sorry yall ★

“you did so well!” you cheer on matt as he enters the tour bus, walking in tired steps towards you. he places his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a loud sigh. “i loved it” he tries to hide a smile. “but i’m so fucking drained” matt admits, nuzzling his face on your neck. you can feel his fluffy strands brushing against your skin, chuckling as you scratch his back and bring him closer. matt lets out a content groan, leading the way to his bunker bed.

you quickly adjust yourself, tapping the mattress, silently asking matt to join you. he sits by your side, snuggling closer — he needed to relax. it doesn’t take long until you feel his hips connecting to yours, pressing his half-hard cock against your thigh. “i thought you wanted to rest” you chuckle, turning to face him. “i can’t sleep” matt pouts, his watery blue eyes almost begging for you to touch him.

you nod, allowing matt to grind against you. you can feel his dick growing, his hardened shaft poking your flesh. a small whimper escape matt’s lips as his slit starts to ooze pre-cum, his hips moving faster at each second. you can hear the sheets ruffling, worrying his brothers might wake up due the noise.

“what’s gotten into you hm?” you ask, placing your palm underneath his ‘whatever’ shirt, gently caressing his happy trail before touching his waistband. “dunno” matt responds, chewing on his bottom lip. “i think someone needs to relax yeah?” he nods, whining softly as your hand enters his pants, wrapping your fingers around his cock.

knowing how tired matt was, your only plan was to make him cum as fast as possible. you quicken your pace, twisting your wrist, causing matt to choke on a moan. you widen your eyes, flickering your gaze across the bus — everyone asleep. “need you to be a good boy and be quiet” you coo, continuing to stroke him.

matt nods desperately, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. his attempt to hold back his sounds fails, and you loose your grip around his shaft. “no no no” he complains at the lack of contact. “i’m not gonna help you if you can’t keep your mouth shut, baby” you say, brushing your thumb over his slit. he bites his lower lip again, but you have a different idea. “use that loud mouth for something useful, yeah?”

with your free hand, you reach to matt’s cheek. you gently caress his flushed skin before going for his lips, pressing your index against it. “open up” you command, and he quickly obeys. you don’t have to say again — he’s already sucking on your fingers, no longer making any noise.

“there you go” you praise, finally tightening your grip around matt’s cock. “that’s my good, good boy” matt sucks harder, thrusting inside your fist. you could tell he was close by how much his dick twitches against your palm, his swollen veins covered in the pre-cum that oozes from his slit.

“go ahead, be a big boy and cum for me” you whisper. matt pants heavily, trying his best to not gag on your fingers. his blue eyes are still begging for you as he drools all over himself, spit stopping by his chin and dripping on his shirt. he squeezes his eyes shut once his orgasm hits him, fucking his cock further into your fist.

matt lets go of your fingers you remove your hand from his pants. you share another intimate moment as you lick you hand clean, swallowing his sticky release. “relaxed now?” you tease matt. “mhm” he agrees. “but can i have these to sleep?” matt asks, bringing your fingers to his mouth once again.

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between us | c. sturniolo

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summary: you and chris go meet matt's newborn baby

pairing: christopher sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: none just fluff<33

notes: i really need to be studying but i just haaad to write this first

word count: 1k

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The hospital room is still. A steady rhythm beeps quietly from one of the machines, interrupted only by the hushed conversations between Matt and his girlfriend. The morning sunrise filters gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the couple sitting on the hospital bed, completely wrapped in their new little world.  

Exhaustion is heavy in Matt’s features, but it’s soothed by something peaceful and soft. His girlfriend leans against him, eyes half-lidded with a tired but content smile on her lips. And in his arms, held with the utmost care, is a tiny bundle wrapped snugly in a blanket, barely stirring except for the occasional sleepy wiggle. 

Chris hasn’t taken his eyes off the baby since you walked in.

He’s been up all night, eagerly waiting since Matt texted at the early hours of 2am that ‘we’re in labour!!!!!’ to get the okay to come visit. But now that you’re actually here, he’s gone completely still beside you. Hands fidgeting as his sides, his earlier excitement is now replaced by quiet admiration.

Matt glances up, sending his brother a knowing grin. “You wanna hold her?”

The question pulls Chris from his thoughts and he hesitates, his gaze flickering to you for some sort of reassurance. You place a hand on the small of his back and nod, offering an encouraging smile. “Yeah, baby, go hold her.”

He looks back at his brother and lets out a shaky exhale before stepping forward. He carefully stretches out his arms, his usual confidence softened by a new uncertainty as Matt gently transfers her into his hold. For a second, Chris stands completely frozen, holding his breath. He’s afraid to move too fast or doing something wrong.

But then as the baby lets out the softest little sigh and nestles further into his chest, his heart becomes hers.

“She’s so small,” Chris whispers, his voice barely audible. He shifts slightly, adjusting his hold naturally, his fingers tracing light, absentminded circles over the baby’s back. You can see the way his throat bobs and his lips part as if he wants to say something else, but no words come out. His eyes glaze over just slightly, and when he lets out a breathy laugh, your chest tightens.

You’ve never seen him like this before.

He's always been loving—caring in ways that go unnoticed, selfless and gentle towards everyone around him. But the pure adoration in his eyes as he stares at his niece is entirely different. It’s deeper and more profound and it stirs a warm feeling in your chest. You don’t think you’ve ever loved him more than in this moment.

Matt slings an arm around Chris’s shoulders, pulling him in as they watch the baby together. For a moment, neither of them speaks, just taking in the surreal moment.

Chris shakes his head. “I can’t believe you’re a dad.” His voice is full of disbelief, still trying to process his brother’s new title.

Matt chuckles, his gaze never leaving his daughter. “I know, dude, it’s insane.”

Just then, like she knows they’re talking about her, the baby stirs in her swaddle, her tiny fingers twitching as she shifts against the blanket. She cranes her neck ever so slightly before letting out a slow, sleepy yawn, her little mouth opening wide, her nose scrunching just a bit. The sight is almost too precious, and their reaction is immediate. An identical “aww” slips from their lips in perfect unison.

Chris leans in slightly, studying her sweet features. “You literally do that too with your nose when you yawn.” He smiles at the realization.

“Isn’t it so cute?” Matt replies genuinely, his voice laced with pride and awe at his baby’s simple existence.

But Chris doesn’t hesitate. “Only when she does it.”

Matt scoffs, shaking his head with a smile, though he doesn’t argue. Instead, he giggles softly. Chris is already grinning as well when his own laughter bubbles up, both of them falling into that fit of giggles that’s been second nature to them since they were also babies.

You watch them closely, and suddenly, your own eyes fill with tears. Their triplet bond has always been something you’ve deeply admired. And now, with this tiny new life between them, you can see it’s only growing impossibly stronger.

“___, do you wanna hold her?” Matt’s girlfriend asks, her voice gentle, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

All eyes shift to you, and when Chris’s gaze meets yours, a soft smile spreads across his face. His eyes flicker with understanding as he notices the tears welling up in yours. You let out a quiet laugh, feeling a little embarrassed by the surge of your emotions, and quickly wipe at your eyes. You nod with a smile, and he gently places the baby into your hold.

The moment her weight settles into your arms, cradled gently between you and Chris, it feels as though you two have also slipped into your own little world.

Without a word, he steps behind you and gently rests his chin on your shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist. His body presses against yours, warm and solid, the closeness both grounding and instinctive, like he needs to be close—to share this moment with you.

You glance up at him, expecting to find him still focused on the baby. But his eyes are on you instead, so full of quiet devotion, full of love, and it pulls the air straight from your lungs.

In the softest voice, just loud enough for you to hear, he whispers, “I can’t wait ‘til we have our own.”

Your heart stutters, unsure if you heard him right. You turn toward him, searching his face, but he’s already looking at you like he means it with every fiber of his being. The words urge a new wave of tears to fill your eyes, and for a second, you forget to breathe.

A slow smile tugs at your lips. You glance back down at the baby in your arms, swaying slightly like it’s second nature. “Me neither.”

Chris tightens his hold around your waist, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. And although in this moment, you don’t know exactly what the future holds, it’s clear and without doubt that when the time comes, Chris is going to be the best dad.

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a/n: thank you always for reading<3 ily guys<3 so much<3

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Cupids choke hold જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 C. Sturniolo

"dad, i think i finally found the one."

⟢Fluff really, Chris just being in love with bun

@bernardsbendystraws for credit

The sun was setting over the city of angels, and Chris was entranced by his own angel.

Bunny.

He stared down at his lock screen, smiling softly to himself as the picture brought warmth to his chest. His admiration was interrupted by his phone ringing, a name popping up that he hadn't spoken to in a while. He answers the call and puts it on speaker, instantly feeling comforted by the voice on the other end.

"Hey son, where have you been?"

The question makes him feel guilty. He was always a mama's boy despite his harsh exterior, his mother being his rock and safe place, and she loved it. The mother and son duo knew to a degree it wasn't fair, but they were each other's favorites, and everyone else knew it too.

"Hey Ma," he says softly, inhaling a bit of the joint before tapping the excess ashes off. "I know it's been a minute since we last spoke...I have so much to tell you."

He begins to feel nervous like he is about to be judged. He knew it was an irrational fear, his mother would never judge him, even when he did something wrong.

"It's going to sound like a bad joke, but Ma...I fell in love, I found the real thing. I got a girlfriend and she's amazing."

A bit of shuffling is heard on the other end before she responds to him, "A girlfriend? Is the same one that- No." Chris instantly cuts her off, not even wanting to bring up the last girl. She was never his girlfriend. He would never say this to his mother, but she was nothing more than a quick fuck to him.

"No no, this...This is someone new and she's the best thing to happen to me. I probably sound like an old person, but Cupids got me in a chokehold. You know me, I've always been scared to let people in, especially girls, but she made it so easy that I threw the towel down. My white flag is waving, and I'm okay with that."

He couldn't help himself, instantly going on a long ramble about the girl he found himself to love so much.

"-I mean, she cooks me pancakes in the morning, the blueberry ones that you make me when I'm back home. God, and I'm starting to think you two use the same ingredients."

"And what are those ingredients?"

He smiles dopily to himself, looking down at his beat-up Nike slides,

"Love."

Mary-Lou finds herself smiling. She had been worried when her boys finally left the nest they call a home that they wouldn't be ok, but it seemed as if they were doing just fine, finding the right people to have in their lives and keeping their heads straight.

"Tell me more." She urges gently, not wanting to scare the boy into retreating his feelings, but also wanting to know more about the special girl who managed to capture her youngest attention and heart.

"When my stomach hurts, she always gets me Alka seltzers. When I'm sick she goes above and beyond to make sure I'm ok. If that ain't love then don't know what love is, it's like we're married."

"Well, it is through sickness and health, they say during the vows."

He chuckles to himself and continues, "We have this secret handshake, we came up with it on our fourth date when I learned she didn't know how to dapp people up. We're always doing it before she goes to practice and it just brings me so much comfort. Oh, and she even gets along with Matt and Nick! You know how close we are, and I don't think I could date someone who doesn't respect them. She even supports the YouTube shi- I mean stuff we do! I know I'm not that much involved, but she's pushed me to participate more, to be something more."

"...You sound in love..." Mary-Lou states softly, trying to hold in her excitement.

Chris chuckles to himself, nodding along despite Mary Lou not being able to see him.

"I am...I really am. If I had to pick her or the sun, Ma, I'm telling you I'd be a nocturnal son of a gun."

She laughs at his statement, soon urging him to send her a picture of the girl.

"Oh Chris, she's so pretty! And the way you look at her, it's the same way your dad looks at me. You have to bring her to Boston soon!"

So he did.

His chest was ready to burst with excitement and joy seeing the girl he loves so much getting along with his parents and older brother. She fit right in, doing crossword puzzles with his mom, playing Just Dance with Justin, and even going fishing with his dad.

It was late into the night, Chris sitting outside on the back porch, smoking with a glass of water in his hand. Bunny had fallen asleep on the couch with Trevor, both she and the dog snuggled up into a ball and sleeping peacefully. He looks up hearing the door open, smiling gently when he sees his dad.

Jimmy takes a seat in the empty chair next to Chris, settling down and letting out a deep breath. They sit in silence for a minute before Jimmy speaks.

"Tell me about her."

Chris immediately dives in, never missing an opportunity to talk about his girl.

"Dad, I think I finally found the one, the one that makes me a better person and will make you proud of me. She's like Mom, she's the best... I know there have been other girls; you've heard about them, but she's different, she's on a whole different plane. Just the way she says my name, it makes me want to give her the world, hell, even the universe."

Jimmy listens intently, watching how he talks with such passion about the girl sleeping on the couch.

"I love it when she calls me. I feel like an elementary school boy getting excited about his crush talking to him on the playground. She even has her own ringtone so I know its her calling! We used to sit on the phone for hours, doing nothing but breathing most of the time."

"She's a good girl, a real catch. I can see the love you two have for each other, I saw it when we picked you up from the airport. You two are in love and I hope it lasts."

Chris takes a sip of his water, staring out into the backyard with a smile and eyes full of love.

"I know it will, I'm not letting her get away."

He creeps back into the house softly, approaching the living room and chuckling to himself when he sees both Bun and Trev drooling in their sleep.

He goes to pick her up but stops when Justin enters the living room.

"You went soft on me," Justin voices playfully, gently pushing Chris's shoulder. Chris rubs the back of his neck, sitting down on the arm of the couch and placing a hand on the sleeping girl's shoulder.

"She's the reason, she makes it so easy to be...I don't even know. She could make the most annoying, oldest, senile man bite his tongue and talk calmly. Her eyes are so soft and comforting, it's like the sunrise on a summer day, I could stare into them for hours."

Justin watches with a knowing smile on his face. He can tell from how animated Chris gets when talking about her, that he will continue to do so forever. He's in love, and Justin knows the two will end up happily married, and he can't wait.

" She's a complete ten, the most gorgeous and graceful girl I've ever seen. She has me hooked, and I'm not complaining. She has the best laugh ever, and she laughs at all my jokes, even my dumb ones that usually piss Nick and Matt off. Like I told Dad, before we moved in with each other, we'd sit on the phone for hours not saying a word sometimes. We just wanted to be around each other and it was comforting. "

He looks down at the girl once more, toying with her curly strands gently in an attempt to not disturb her slumber.

"It may be too soon, but when I think about my future, when I think about what I want it to look like, it all surrounds her. I want to be the best version of me for her, and I want her to be happy...Call it dumb, call it luck, call it love, or whatever, but everywhere I go and do, I keep a picture of her in my wallet. I want to remember what I'm working for."

Justin walks over and plants his hand on Chris's shoulder, "I can't wait to call her my sister-in-law."

With that, Justin walks out of the living room, leaving the couple and Trevor alone. Chris is gentle when he lifts the girl off the couch, one of his hands caressing her back while the other holds her bottom. He walks up the stairs and into his room, laying her down gently on the bed.

He strips out of his hoodie, kicking off his slides, and crawling into bed, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head.

Despite her being asleep, he proceeds to whisper softly.

"I love you so much, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

She opens her eyes softly, smiling at him in a sleepy haze.

"I love you more."