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PHOTOGRAPH // M.S [13]

Summary: Daphne Denoire, a 21-year-old, returns to Boston after 3 years—but working for her brother’s best friend, Matthew Sturniolo, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s a 26-year-old multimillionaire. She’s the girl he was never supposed to feel this way about. With secrets between them and boundaries set, how far will they go for a love they never saw coming?

Warnings: mentions of SA, angst & fluff

wc: 4057

Chapter 13: Pipe Down Loverboy

The morning light crept in through the curtains, soft and slow. I didn’t sleep much—my body had rested, sure, but my mind…It had been racing all night.

Daphne was still tucked into my side, her breathing soft, steady. She looked peaceful now—something I hadn’t seen in days. Her face was turned toward my chest, her hand still loosely clutching the fabric of my hoodie like she’d fallen asleep. 

I didn’t move. I just lay there, one arm around her waist, the other brushing slow circles over her back.

Last night changed everything. The way she broke. The way she trusted me. The way I saw her—really saw her—for the first time.

It hurt.

The moment my eyes landed on the word scrawled across that small sticky note, everything clicked. The confusion, the hesitation, the way she pulled back—suddenly, it all made sense. But my body went still.

I believed her instantly. There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind.

But believing it… and processing it? That was different.

My brain struggled to accept that something so horrific had happened to someone like her. Sweet, soft-spoken Daphne. The girl who probably had ant funerals, who carried herself like she was trying not to take up space.

I felt sick.

She had gone through something so cruel, so violating… and I hadn’t known. 

I’d been there that night. Just downstairs, laughing and drinking like the world was perfect in pure graduation bliss. 

I closed my eyes for a second, jaw tight. I’d been so goddamn clueless.

I remembered that night clearly—Noah, my brothers, and I setting up the house for the graduation party, laughing, moving furniture, setting out drinks. It felt like a celebration. It was supposed to be.

I remembered Daphne, too. She came downstairs briefly, soft-spoken as always, asking if the party would be over before midnight. She had school the next morning, and she didn’t want it to be too loud. She had said it in that way she always did—like she didn’t want to be a bother. She was just a kid back then.

Then she went back up to her room.

And I didn’t think twice.

I remembered seeing Carter White that night, too. We weren’t close, but we were familiar. He’d been around a few times—through a friend of a friend, mostly. I didn’t hate him. Never had a reason to.

But now? Now I could barely even let my mind say his name without wanting to break something.

It all made sense now. Why he had disappeared, Noah must’ve buried it, handled it quietly. I just thought Carter had just moved or gotten into trouble somewhere else, but it wasn’t random. 

My mind drifted back to that night at the market—the night we were walking under string lights and the air smelled like fried food. I remember how I casually asked her why they moved out of the house, even though it was fully paid off.

The way she hesitated before answering.

“A lot happened in that house.” 

“Good things, bad things.”

“Eventually, that house started to feel suffocating. I couldn’t be in my room for long without going insane.”

I hadn’t pushed her for more. I didn’t realize there was more. But now, knowing what I know, those words hit completely differently. Her room. That room. The place she was supposed to feel safest.

I let out a slow breath, gently combing my fingers through her hair as I stared up at the ceiling. Beside me, Daphne shifted slightly, her breath soft and steady against my skin. She looked so peaceful, so untouched by the chaos of the world. 

How could anyone ever try to hurt her? Someone so gentle, so quietly kind—it didn’t make sense. 

Every single unanswered question I’d ever had—clicked into place. They were questions I didn’t think much about either. 

Why Noah had suddenly become so occupied during his first year of law school, constantly busy, always unavailable. I used to think it was just the intensity of his program, or maybe some side internship. But now I understand. He wasn’t just "busy." He was in court—fighting for her rights. 

If it had been anyone else, I might’ve asked questions. Wondered why someone our age was spending so much time in a courtroom. But Noah being a law student made it easy to overlook. It was believable. Convenient.

And Daphne, she had all but disappeared that year. I barely saw her during her senior year of high school. Before that, there were always glimpses of her. Then she was just… gone. Like a ghost in her own home.

She hadn’t just vanished for no reason.

Now, I understood why Boston made her uncomfortable. Why she wanted distance. Why she chose the farthest school she could—London. It wasn’t just for education. It was an escape. She needed to breathe again. Needed space from the shadows that still lived in the walls of her childhood home.

And she never told anyone—until now. 

I looked down at her sleeping beside me. 

My chest ached.

I sat quietly, my back pressed against the headboard, I hadn’t moved an inch—too afraid of waking her, too afraid she’d pull away again.

But then I felt it. A faint shift in her body.

Daphne stirred slowly, her fingers curling slightly against my chest before her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. She blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings, the unfamiliar quiet between us. Then she tilted her head slightly upward.

“What time is it?” her voice came out raspy, barely louder than a whisper.

I reached over to my phone on the nightstand and checked. “almost 11.”

She blinked again. “Oh…” 

Daphne slowly pulled away from me, her fingers sliding off mine as she sat up more fully.

“I’m just gonna use the bathroom,” she mumbled, her voice still soft from sleep.

I nodded. “Yeah, go ahead.”

She stood, the oversized t-shirt she slept in hanging loosely around her thighs as she padded barefoot out of the room. The door clicked shut a moment later.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. My body was stiff—probably from staying in the same position all night—but it didn’t matter. I stood, stretching my arms above my head before quietly walking out into the hallway.

I made my way to Noah’s old bathroom—he always kept a spare toothbrush for when we stayed over. I ran it under the sink.  My reflection stared back at me—tired eyes, the same hoodie and sweats from last night.

I hadn’t even changed. Hadn’t slept properly. But none of that mattered.

“Matt,” Daphne gasped, eyes wide as she looked at the spread laid out across the counter. “You got all this?”

I grinned, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah… figured breakfast was the least I could do. I apologize for not knowing how to cook though—didn’t want to serve you something questionable just because I tried to be impressive.”

She let out a soft giggle, the kind that made something in my chest settle, and slid into one of the chairs at the island.

I turned back to the fridge, pulled out the drink I’d hidden, and walked it over to her.

“Here,” I said, placing the cup in front of her.

She gasped again,  fingers wrapped around it slowly. “You remembered?”

I shrugged casually, but I couldn’t hide the smile tugging at my mouth. “I pay attention.”

She looked down at the matcha, then back up at me. Her expression softened—almost shy. “Thank you. Seriously.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” I teased, sitting beside her. “We still have to see if I picked the right toast.”

“If it’s strawberry jam, we’re all good”

“Then you can go ahead and thank me,” I replied, flashing her a quick grin.

We ate quietly after that, but I couldn’t help the way my eyes kept drifting toward her every few seconds. She looked calmer this morning, more at ease—hair still a little messy from sleep, sipping matcha like it was about to run away if she didn’t. 

“What, Matthew?” she said dramatically, catching me mid-chew with a knowing look.

I didn’t say a word. I just swallowed, leaned in a little, and lifted a hand to gently cup her cheek. My thumb brushed softly against her skin—just for a moment. Then I let go.

Her expression faltered, just slightly. Like she wasn’t expecting that kind of tenderness.

“You have the prettiest smile,” I said, voice low but honest.

She blushed almost instantly, glancing down at her plate like it could save her from the warmth rushing to her cheeks.

“I’m being serious,” I added, watching her. “Your whole face just… lights up. Like it was made to smile.”

She looked back up at me, softer now, her smile returning without effort.

“I want you to always be smiling, Daphne. Not sad, or hurting.”

I referenced her claim of being really sad yesterday. 

She looked away for a beat, eyes landing on the counter. “I know,” she murmured.

I hesitated for a second, then gently leaned my arms onto the table. “Have you ever thought about talking to someone?”

Her eyes flicked up, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Therapy,” I said carefully, not wanting to startle her. “I think it could help. Just to talk, get everything off your chest.”

She frowned slightly, shaking her head. “I don’t need that. I’m not that sad, Matt.”

“It’s not about being that sad,” I said, tone still calm. “It’s about healing. About having someone trained to help you make sense of things. Even if you’re doing okay… it could help you feel better than okay.”

She stayed quiet.

“I’m not saying you have to jump into it,” I continued. “But… we offer insurance through the company for that kind of stuff. You could go, talk to someone, try a session. No pressure, no cost.”

That was a lie. There was no coverage. But if I told her I’d pay for it, she’d refuse in a heartbeat. This way, she’d feel like she was doing it on her own terms.

She studied me for a long moment. “You really think I need it?”

“I went to therapy for years. For anxiety.” I continued. “It really helped. I can arrange for you to be with the same lady that helped me. She really great”

Her expression softened again—this time with something heavier than affection. Something like understanding.

She didn’t say yes. But she didn’t say no again either.

“How long did everything with the court last?” I asked, my voice low as we sat curled up on the couch. The TV was playing something forgettable in the background, but neither of us were really paying attention.

“All of senior year,” Daphne replied, staring ahead. “We had to wait months just for the trial to be scheduled, but once it finally happened… things moved fast.”

I nodded slowly. “That must’ve been a lot to carry.”

She let out a small sigh, sinking deeper into the cushions. “It was. I barely got through that year. My grades dropped. I was constantly sad or numb—like I couldn’t feel anything at all. I didn’t really have any friends back then either.”

She paused, then added with a faint smile, “And Noah’s cute best friend went off to college, so life was pretty terrible.”

I glanced at her, a smirk playing on my lips. “You missed me when I left”

She shrugged, the tiniest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “Yeah. You were the highlight of the occasional weekend.”

I shook my head with a soft scoff, still not entirely sure how she’d ever liked me back then. It was sweet—mind-boggling, but sweet.

“Wait, Matt,” Daphne said suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet.

I hummed, glancing at her. “Yeah?”

“Are we… dating again?”

A chuckle rumbled from my chest. “I’d say so, yeah. Technically, we broke up after a two-hour relationship. Feels like we’re due for a proper run.”

She squinted at me, teasingly. “So… you’re my boyfriend?”

I grinned. “Correct.”

“And I’m your girlfriend?”

I brought her hand up, brushing a kiss over her knuckles. “Yes, sweetheart. You are.”

She let out a dramatic puff of air and flopped back into the couch with a grin. “Thank goodness.”

I raised a brow. “That dramatic, huh?”

She let out a soft, almost bitter laugh. “Yeah… kind of. I really thought I ruined the one good thing I had going. The one person I actually feel like I can talk to… about anything.”

I gently brushed my thumb over the back of her hand. “You have Noah too,” I reminded her, even though the second I said it, something about her expression told me I was wrong.

She slouched deeper into the couch, her voice quieter now. “Not really.”

My brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Noah’s there,” she said slowly, like she was trying to explain something she had trouble even putting into words. “But… I can’t talk about everything with him. Not the hard stuff, at least. Not the things that really eat at me.”

I nodded slowly, still trying to piece it together. “But he knows about… what happened to you. Your—” I paused, not wanting to use the word unless she wanted to. “Your SA.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, almost absently. “He knows… just not the details. We never talked about it. Not once.”

My stomach twisted.

“What do you mean you never talked about it?” I asked, confused, a bit sharper than I meant to sound.

She stared ahead. “I told him. Just once. He handled the court stuff, made sure I was safe, made sure that guy went to jail… but emotionally?” She shook her head. “He shut down. He couldn’t handle it. I don’t think he knew how to. And every time it almost came up again, he just changed the subject. Or got weirdly distant. So I stopped trying.”

I blinked slowly, and a wave of irritation crept up my spine. Not at her—but at Noah.

I clenched my jaw. “That’s your brother.”

“I know,” she muttered.

“He’s supposed to be there for you,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, but there was heat in it now. “Not just legally, not just logistically—emotionally too. I’m pretty sure he was your legal guardian at the time too, wasn’t he?” 

She nodded. 

“I think he tried in his own way,” she said quietly, like she was trying to defend him. “I don’t think he meant to shut me out. But he was young too, and probably didn’t know what to say.”

“I don’t care,” I said, harsher than I intended, and immediately softened my tone. “I mean, I care, but… that’s not good enough. What happened is messed up, and Noah was all you had, and the people who love you should’ve been there—fully there. Noah should’ve asked if you were okay. If you wanted to talk. If you just wanted someone to sit beside you while you cried.”

She looked at me now, really looked at me, and her eyes glistened under the soft lamp light.

“I’m glad you’re talking to me about it,” I said, voice low. “But it pisses me off that you had to hold that in for four years. That you felt like you couldn’t lean on the one person who was supposed to have your back no matter what.”

Silence settled between us, heavy but not cold.

Then she whispered, “I didn’t realize how much I needed someone until you started listening.”

I smiled. 

“Well I’m a good listener right?” I said, referencing what she told me that night we went to that night food market. 

The way she looked at me, I could tell she remembered her words too. 

“Yeah…you are Matt.”

“You know,” Daphne said, her voice soft as we walked through the quiet park, bundled in jackets against the crisp night air, “your company pays really well.”

We decided to get out of the apartment for some fresh air. 

“Yeah?” I glanced over at her.

She nodded, stuffing her hands deeper into her coat pockets. “I didn’t expect to be making this much. I mean… twenty grand a month is a lot for a personal photographer.”

A small smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. If only she knew the real reason.

“Well,” I said, keeping it casual, “you deserve it. You’re a perfectionist—you work hard.”

There was a beat of silence as we walked under a canopy of trees, the city lights faint in the distance. Then she spoke again.

“You know… I think by next month, I’ll have my student loans paid off.”

My head turned. “You told me that was still a work in progress.”

She grinned, proud. “It was. But… it’s happening.”

I bumped her shoulder gently. “So… what about that big girl purchase now?”

Her brow lifted. “You mean the car?”

I nodded. “Yeah. The Porsche. That one you’ve been eyeing.”

She let out a laugh. “I’ll probably start with something regular for now. If I’m going to get that dream Porsche, it has to be baby pink and fully customized.”

I smirked. “Smart move. Think long-term.”

I nodded. “The porsche yah” 

She let out a chuckle. “I’ll probably get a regular car for now. Plus if i'm gonna get that dream Porsche it was to be baby pink and that is to be customized.” 

“True true, thinking smart.” 

Daphne nudged my arm lightly, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Well… I did make a different big girl purchase,” she said, feigning innocence.

I looked at her, amused. “Oh yeah? What was it?”

She bit back a grin. “I got myself a Chanel bag.”

I blinked. “A Chanel bag?”

She nodded proudly. “Yup. When I was in London, I used to visit this really nice mall, and there was a Chanel store. Every time I walked by, this one bag was always in the display window… same spot, every time. I kind of made it my goal to buy it one day.”

I let out a soft chuckle, unable to stop myself from smiling at the way her eyes lit up. My gaze flicked down to our intertwined hands, her fingers warm and relaxed in mine.

“Well,” I said, squeezing her hand gently, “you deserve all the Chanel bags you want, sweetheart.”

Her smile only grew, walking under city lights, hand in hand.

If there was a girl who deserved every good thing the world had to offer, it’d be Daphne Denoire.

“What else do you want?” I asked, curious.

She paused, thinking for a moment.

“Maybe visit London again,” she said. “See some of the girls I met there.”

I nodded, and we kept walking in comfortable silence. That was until something caught my eye.

“Wait, sweetheart,” I said, gently stopping her with a hand on her arm.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“Your ribbon’s coming undone.”

She always wore that signature bow, tied neatly into her hair with a ribbon. It was slipping loose now.

“Oh—thank you, Matt,” she said, starting to fix it.

“No problem.”

But then she hesitated. “No, I mean… thank you.”

“For what?” I asked, my brows raising slightly.

“For everything,” she said softly.

I let out a quiet chuckle. “Everything?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I mean it. Everything I have right now, I feel like I owe it to you. You offering me this job… it’s changed everything, Matt. It’s done more good than I think you realize.”

Her voice was quiet, sincere—and I could tell she meant every word.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” I said gently. “I saw potential in you—and I was right.”

She nodded, eyes soft in the dim light, but her voice came again, quieter. “Not just that, Matt… I’m thankful for you too.”

A small knot formed in my stomach. 

A faint smile tugged at my lips. “Yeah?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah... You’re the only person who actually stopped long enough to see me. Really see me.”

Her fingers tightened just slightly around mine as she continued, “You’ve never let me down. Even when I pushed you away, even when I couldn’t talk… you stayed. You listened. You didn’t make me feel broken.”

She paused, her voice getting smaller. “Thank you for last night… for just letting me cry. For holding me. For not asking me to explain it all when I couldn’t.”

I looked over at her then, at the girl who once said she felt like she’d never be normal again—standing beside me, stronger than she knew.

“You never have to thank me for being there,” I said. “It’s not something I do out of obligation. I care about you, Daphne. A lot.” 

“Really?” 

I smiled. “Really, sweetheart.” 

She let go of my hand, interlocking our arms instead.

“I care a lot about you too, Matty,” she said softly, slipping her arm through mine.

My chest tightened in the best way possible. I didn’t say anything right away—didn’t trust myself to without sounding like an idiot. My throat felt thick, and my smile was too wide to hide. So, I looked ahead, trying to wrest away the warmth rising to my cheeks.

But I wasn’t fast enough.

“Wait—” Daphne leaned forward, peeking at me. Her eyes lit up. “Oh my gosh Matt, are you blushing?”

I turned away instantly, rubbing the back of my neck, trying to play it cool. “No, I’m not. It’s—it's cold. The air’s just messing with my face.”

“Mhm,” she grinned, pulling her arm away from mine and stepping in front of me to block my path. “Sure. Definitely the air.”

I stared at her, deadpan. “It is chilly.”

Daphne let out a soft giggle, rising up slightly on her toes to cup both my cheeks, her fingertips warm against my too-cold skin. “You look so cute when you blush,” she teased gently. Her eyes sparkled like she had just discovered a secret she’d never let go of.

I groaned under my breath. “Please stop.”

“Never,” she whispered. 

Before I could say anything else, she leaned forward and pressed the lightest kiss to my lips. Sweet. Soft. Her nose bumped mine, and for a second, the world just stopped.

My hands instinctively found her waist, anchoring her there for a moment longer before she pulled back, eyes wide and still smiling.

I swallowed. “You're dangerous, you know that?”

She was still smiling at me, all soft and sweet after that kiss. Her hands slowly slid down back to my hands, but the warmth stayed there like a brand. 

I barely had a second to breathe before she tilted her head and said, “You know…I should compliment you more often.”

I raised a brow, still recovering. “Why?”

She grinned. “So I can see your loverboy side more.”

I blinked, immediately scoffing under my breath. “Loverboy?”

She nodded with way too much confidence. “Yup. You’ve got the whole shy blushy romantic thing going on. It’s cute.”

I let out a dry laugh, crossing my arms. “I’m not a loverboy.”

She stepped closer again, her face way too amused. “Oh no? What do you call what just happened then? The blushing? The gentle forehead kiss yesterday? The way you bring me matcha every morning?”

I looked away, jaw ticking. “That’s not loverboy behavior. That’s…that’s basic human decency.”

I don't know, was it?

She gasped dramatically. “Matt, you’re literally the definition of a loverboy. Just accept it.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, but she was still smiling like she had all the evidence in the world stacked against me. Maybe she did.

“I’m not,” I repeated, a little weaker this time.

She leaned up again, whispering near my ear. “Whatever helps you sleep at night…loverboy.”

I groaned, but even I couldn’t fight the smile tugging at my lips. I was screwed.

“You literally just blushed because I said I cared about you,” she continued her taunting. 

I shook my head, walking faster to hide how flustered I was. “I’m not doing this.”

But Daphne just skipped to catch up beside me, bumping her shoulder against mine. “Pipe down lover boy, no need to be rude”

“I’m ignoring you.”

“Mmhm, and you're blushing again.”

“Daphne.”

“Lover Boy.” 

“Alright, I’m officially taking you home.” 

“Alright, Lover boy.”

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could u write smth of like reader being scared to say i love you to chris maybe?

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in which... you're scared to say i love you but chris comforts you :)

warnings: anxiety, slight mention of bad ex, fluff

3 months.

3 months of the most beautiful, blissful, passionate relationship with your boyfriend, Chris.

He spoiled you rotten. Always brought over 'just cause' flowers, dropped everything if it meant he could spend time with you, and constantly reminded you how much he cherished you.

You loved him. You did. But every time you got even a little bit close to saying it, you looked away and changed the topic. For some reason, it freaked you out to say just those 3 words.

Currently, you're both underneath a blanket, limbs tangled together, with a forgotten show in the background.

"If a frog had the chance to speak, what do you think it's first word would be?" Chris asks, with a serious face.

You giggle. "I have no idea."

He scoots in closer to you, hand absentmindedly rubbing your back. You lean into his touch.

"I think he'd say..." Chris cuts himself off, already laughing, "Y/N is the prettiest girl ever." He croaks, pretending to be a frog.

You blush, rolling your eyes and swatting his arm. "Yeah yeah." You mumble.

His hand finds your jaw, bringing it up so you look him in the eyes. His eyes flicker to your lips, then back up to your eyes. "You know I mean it." Chris murmurs.

He kisses you, soft and sweet. He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. "I love kissing you," He whispers, taking a deep breath, "I love you."

Fuck. Your eyes widen slightly, your mouth opening to respond but... nothing comes out. You feel as if you can't speak. Your breathing quickens, looking away from Chris. Why can't I say anything?

"Hey," Chris grabs your jaw again, his eyes scattered across your face trying to understand, "Breathe baby. Breathe."

You feel your eyes prick with tears, shaking your head and burying it in his chest. Just say it. Is it so hard? He's going to leave if you don't say it back.

"You don't have to say it back if you're not ready." He kisses the top of your head, playing with your hair. "I just want to make sure you know how much I love you. That's all I care about."

You sniffle, snuggling somehow deeper into his hold. "I-I'm just... scared." You breathe, wiping some tears that have fallen.

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm afraid that if I say it you'll leave. That's what happened last time. I said those words a lot and it was too much for them. I don't want to lose you or scare you away." You rant.

Chris nods the whole entire time, taking in every word you say. He cups your face, forcing you to look up at him. "M'not leaving." He says firmly. "You're not too much for me. Never. That's not a thing. Okay?"

You nod, leaning into his hands. He smiles softly, kissing your forehead.

"I love you, nothing will change that. You could say it tonight, tomorrow, or even next year and I will love you the same. You could say it every minute or three times a minute and I will love you the same."

He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly. "It would take a lot of work to lose me, love. You ain't getting rid of me that quick." He whispers into your hair, making you giggle.

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Later that night, you both are laying in his bed. His arms wrapped tightly around you, and your face cuddled into his chest.

"Chris?" You whisper, half expecting him to be asleep.

"Yeah?" He whispers back.

You close your eyes, settling further into his arms. "You make me feel safe."

Chris pulls back slightly, enough to kiss your forehead. "I'm glad baby. I always want you to feel safe with me."

A beat of silence. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your quickening heartbeat.

"I love you."

Your voice is barely audible. But Chris hears it. He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye.

He smiles softly. "Yeah?" He whispers, rubbing gentle circles into your back.

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Say it again."

"...I love you?" You mutter, confused.

He grins. "God, I love hearing you say it. Please say that like every second." Chris presses another kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, Chris." You say gently, but firm, kissing his chest.

"I love you more." He says, hugging you closer to his body.

You drift off to sleep like that, feeling safe and loved in the arms of the boy you love.

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he's just so handsome

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matt with a beard. matt in the pink hersheys shirt. matt in all black. matt with a backwards hat. matt with his keys in his belt loop. matt in the grey zip up taking a mirror pic with the canon digital camera. matt in prada. matt driving. matt’s newest license photo. matt holding a bunny. matt’s rings. matt wearing that stupid sexy sliver chain. matt in my bed underneath me while i ride him.

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one more.

𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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

𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦!

word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“this is a bad idea,” you whispered.

“probably,” he whispered back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but then he pulled his thigh away.

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

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

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

you whimpered, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt.

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

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

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

“oh, sweetheart…”

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

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

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

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

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

“m’ gonna cum—fuck—” you gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

his arms wrapped around you tightly.

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

you nodded slowly, still catching your breath.

“you?”

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

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

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

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

neither did you.

[oopsiedaisydeer]

𓂅 ♥︎ VIDEO GAMES

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... chris sturniolo x reader

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... chris seems to be distant, but any part of him that you can reach, you'll take.

warnings... smut, fingering (momentarily?), reader being naive💔, angsty?

the room is silent when you walk into the living room, the light from the tv screen casting a glow onto chris’s face.

he’s got his headphones on, pushed off one of his ears in case you’d call for him.

you stare at him, and then down at the dress you’d picked out, specifically because you knew he liked it—or used to.

“hi baby,” you said as you walked closer to him, your voice soft. you carefully sit down on his lap, one arm slung around his neck, looking at whatever game he’s playing. “hey sweetie,” he mumbled, barely looking at you, or even acknowledging your presence besides saying hi and wrapping an arm around your waist to grab his controller.

“whatcha doing?” you whisper, your fingers threading through his dark hair while his eyes flicker across the screen, then momentarily meet yours.

he clears his throat, taking off his headphones before going back to the game, “m’trying to beat this.. it’s tough,” he says, and you nod in response, just to show that you were listening—not that you cared much.

when his character dies, chris lets out a groan, pausing the game to look at you.

you smile, wrapping both arms around him when he pulls you in for a kiss. “i’ve missed you,” you whisper against his lips, before his lips crash back onto yours while you crawl into his lap.

it was ironic. you’d been in the same house for hours by now, even all week. yet, you seemed to miss him all the time, as if his presence simply wasn’t enough.

chris’s hands fiddle with the hem of your dress, his hands grabbing the back of your thighs to push your dress up, his hands getting a firm grip of your ass.

a small gasp slips from your lips, pulling back to watch as his hands run up your chest, playing with the straps. “y’still like this one?” you chuckled, and he nods with a soft laugh, “yeah.. it’s pretty,” it’s pretty. the dress.

his lips meet your neck, pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your skin, dragging them down your collarbone and chest.

a soft, barely-there moan leaves your lips, fingers awkwardly grasping his shoulders while his fingertips fiddle with the hem of your panties.

the air grew thick, chris’s lips still leaving small bruises down your neck, all while his fingers slowly pushed the thing material to the side, making you gasp.

“so wet.. all this f’me?” he mouths into your neck, before inserting a finger into your slick pussy. you arch your back while a broken moan is pulled from your mouth, your skin warm and flushed. “barely even touched you..”

you nod eagerly, subtly grinding onto his hand while he adds another digit, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “f-fuck.. keep going please,” you whimper when he curls his fingers, still grinding onto his hand to chase your high.

all until his phone is ringing, and he instantly lifts his head to see who it is. you whine in annoyance, but when he picks up and withdraws his fingers from your sensitive walls, you give up on fighting back.

chris quickly kisses the side of your face, while whispering a quiet “i love you,” which you respond to with an awkward smile.

it was never fully turning off the game, never putting his phone away, never having his full attention—but if that was what you were going to get, you would take it.

a/n: i ate so many strawberries today gah dammn. this sucks but here you go!

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۶ৎ series taglist: @aaliyah-sturns @mattybsgroupie @h8aaz

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❛❛ © ST7RNIOIOSS est. 2023 ❜❜ all rights served. my work may not be copied, translated, reposted, or published on any third-party platforms (including but not limited to wattpad and ao3).

[oopsiedaisydeer]

COFFEE ADDICT. . . personalassistant!chris blurb.

How could you not notice is the question, really.

He always has his cup on him. Filled to the brim with blonde roast coffee, oat milk, no creamer, and whatever foam he decided to make that morning. How do you know all that? Because he spilled it you, in one of the very few times you've gotten him to stop being shy with you.

He went on and on about all the different types of coffee he likes, how he has a coffee machine and a barista milk frother, and how he started recently making syrups for his coffee.

It's none of your business. You could honestly care less about how much coffee that man consumes in a day.

But, you also can't have your personal assistant dying on you.

Your eyes were on him as he got back from making his afternoon office coffee. Yes, there's a difference.

"Chris," You caught him taking a sip from his coffee, and a raised eyebrow is sent your way. "Can we talk for a sec?"

He blinks as a baby pink color spreads across his cheeks, ".....am I fired?" He asks, slowly stepping to your desk. "Uh, no— that's not what I wanna talk about."

"Then...?"

"How much coffee do you drink in a day?" He blinks at you once. Then twice. "...what?"

You repeat the question, "six cups..? I- I'm sorry, what is that about?" He asks, face as flushed as a tomato. "I'm putting you on a coffee ban."

"What?" He exclaims. "I— you can't just—"

"The amount of coffee that you intake in one day isn't healthy. You're literally shaking right now, Chris." His lips form into a pout, "I- I'm fine I promise... I've been doing this since high-school." He admits and your eyes have never been so wide.

"After that cup of coffee, you're officially on coffee ban." A whine leaves his lips, a whine. "...okay." He murmurs, sadly making his way to his desk.

It feels like you just kicked a puppy. "Just- just slow down on the coffee, alright? You're not on coffee ban."

His eyes light up immediately, cup of coffee finding his lips again. "Okay!"

a/n: he's so when you're gone by the cranberries

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

[oopsiedaisydeer]

siiigh i love them

chris takes care of birdie after she gets too drunk at a party

you’re sat on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, giggling at whatever nick is saying beside you like it’s the funniest thing in the world, when you see chris approaching you with a bottle of water in hand.

“birdie,” chris says, ripping off the cap and holding out the bottle to you. “drink some water.”

you blink at him, flustered and still giggly. “hmm,” you smirk, eyes flickering down from the water to him. “what do i get if i do?”

he rolls his eyes at you, half joking. “you get to wake up without a headache, baby. c’mon, drink up.”

you lean in, a grin creeping on your face. “i’ll drink it.” you whisper, placing your arms around his neck as he moves to slot himself in between your legs. “but only if you give me a kiss first.”

chris chuckles at that, raising his brow at you. “barganing with me now, birdie girl?”

you nod, fingers curling into the hair at the back of his head, “it’s a fair trade i think.”

chris doesn’t even argue with that, just leans in and kisses you. soft and gentle, he places one hand on your thigh as the other still holds the water bottle. when he pulls back, he presses it to your lips.

“drink, now.” he murmurs, “you gotta stick to your side of the deal.”

[oopsiedaisydeer]

saw this top on pinterest and thought it was veryyy much dolly vibes

[oopsiedaisydeer]

there's like a couple ppl on here that i desperately want to be friends with and all day i'm just either lurking in their inbox or thinking abt them 😭

[oopsiedaisydeer]

NEW nick blurb <3

main taglist: @sturnslutz @snoopychris @sturns-mermaid @shortnsweetsturnz @cowboylikenat @camzeecorner @courta13 @sweetshuga @st7rnioioss @throatgoat4u @shadowthesim237 @emely9274 @bluestriips @lovergirl4gracieabrams @chrisslut04 @tezzzzzzzz @strnilolover @vanteguccir @chrislova @riasturns @darksturnz @httpssturns @mi-co-uk @ribbonlovergirl @lovesturni0l0s @grace-sturnz @auttysturnz @kier-with-a-k @malsmind @edu4rd0ss @pink1man @h3arts4nat @chriss-slutt @whore4chris @aaliyahsturniolo @cayleeuhithinknott @hannahsturniolo @nixizz @nickscoconutwater @chrisowenmuncher @stevielovesmatt @sagesturns @chris-hallelujah @sturnsflirt @whor3ing @babyt0matoes @auttysturnz @sturnslux3 @ifwdominicfike @izzylovesmatt

unsent

fluff, voice messages, slight angst, platonic, becoming friends with nick, slight anxiety, yapping galore

word count - 400ish

📌 01:12 AM voice memo #1 “Okay, I’m not gonna send this. Like actually no chance. But I just need to say…

Girl. You are so cool. Like it’s actually unfair. You’re so funny and kind and you say the weirdest stuff and somehow make it sound poetic? I don’t know. It’s annoying. I hate it. I love it.

I catch myself talking about you to people and I have to stop before it sounds like I’m obsessed. But like— I kind of am? I don't know. Someone said to me the other day "I though you were gay?".

(laughs)

I guess I have like a friend crush on you. Like not in a weird way. Just in a… I want to be friends with you? And yap, and like hang out everyday, get food, have sleep overs, whatever.

God, this sounds so dramatic. But like. You're just— you make me feel so happy, and I don’t get that vibe from people this early in like a friendship. And I think you see me, like actually see me, and that’s… rare. And yeah I just think you're so cool and I wanna hear about your days and know what you're wearing and just not feel like I'm annoying you all the time.

Anyways.

Okay. End scene. I’m deleting this in the morning.”

📌 01:18 AM

nick 🌀 sent a voice memo

Nick realises 2 minutes later that he hit send instead of save.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my GOD NO NO NO!”

📌 01:22 AM

nick 🌀 please delete that don’t listen to it i’m BEGGING YOU that was not for you well it WAS for you but not for you nick 🌀 i’m literally hiding under my bed rn do not perceive me

📌 01:43 AM

you 💌 nick. nick 🌀 no don’t even you 💌 no listen i cried. are you happy now. you 💌 you’re like the sweetest person i’ve ever met?? and no one’s ever said stuff like that about me. not like that. nick 🌀 you weren’t supposed to hear it 😭 i sounded unhinged you 💌 you sounded real and it meant a lot you 💌 also. just so you know i kind of already wanted to best friends with you too i just didn’t know how to say it either nick 🌀 ok so now i’m crying like full fetal position crying this is illegal you 💌 shut up and go to sleep we’re hanging out tomorrow and i’m not letting you dodge eye contact nick 🌀 fine but i’m wearing sunglasses indoors you 💌 as you should, bff. as you should 😌

dividers by @roseraris ꨄ

a/n: this was sooo much fun to make hehehe. also dedicated to this one gurl i have the biggest friend crush on rn

thank u soso much for reading! likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated 😇

[oopsiedaisydeer]

unsent

fluff, voice messages, slight angst, platonic, becoming friends with nick, slight anxiety, yapping galore

word count - 400ish

📌 01:12 AM voice memo #1 “Okay, I’m not gonna send this. Like actually no chance. But I just need to say…

Girl. You are so cool. Like it’s actually unfair. You’re so funny and kind and you say the weirdest stuff and somehow make it sound poetic? I don’t know. It’s annoying. I hate it. I love it.

I catch myself talking about you to people and I have to stop before it sounds like I’m obsessed. But like— I kind of am? I don't know. Someone said to me the other day "I though you were gay?".

(laughs)

I guess I have like a friend crush on you. Like not in a weird way. Just in a… I want to be friends with you? And yap, and like hang out everyday, get food, have sleep overs, whatever.

God, this sounds so dramatic. But like. You're just— you make me feel so happy, and I don’t get that vibe from people this early in like a friendship. And I think you see me, like actually see me, and that’s… rare. And yeah I just think you're so cool and I wanna hear about your days and know what you're wearing and just not feel like I'm annoying you all the time.

Anyways.

Okay. End scene. I’m deleting this in the morning.”

📌 01:18 AM

nick 🌀 sent a voice memo

Nick realises 2 minutes later that he hit send instead of save.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my GOD NO NO NO!”

📌 01:22 AM

nick 🌀 please delete that don’t listen to it i’m BEGGING YOU that was not for you well it WAS for you but not for you nick 🌀 i’m literally hiding under my bed rn do not perceive me

📌 01:43 AM

you 💌 nick. nick 🌀 no don’t even you 💌 no listen i cried. are you happy now. you 💌 you’re like the sweetest person i’ve ever met?? and no one’s ever said stuff like that about me. not like that. nick 🌀 you weren’t supposed to hear it 😭 i sounded unhinged you 💌 you sounded real and it meant a lot you 💌 also. just so you know i kind of already wanted to best friends with you too i just didn’t know how to say it either nick 🌀 ok so now i’m crying like full fetal position crying this is illegal you 💌 shut up and go to sleep we’re hanging out tomorrow and i’m not letting you dodge eye contact nick 🌀 fine but i’m wearing sunglasses indoors you 💌 as you should, bff. as you should 😌

dividers by @roseraris ꨄ

a/n: this was sooo much fun to make hehehe. also dedicated to this one gurl i have the biggest friend crush on rn

thank u soso much for reading! likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated 😇