stevielovesmatt

[stevielovesmatt]

so cute

𝑒𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡 x 𝑝𝑖𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ⋆˚࿔

random text messages version one !

AU MASTERLIST // NAV // ALL AUS

- a lot of these were inspired by already existing texts on Pinterest that I found btwww

a/n make sure to click on the photos so u can actually read them fully lolz

do we like these ?? this was actually a lot of fun so let me know if you want more :>

[stevielovesmatt]

i think about this fic daily

matt sturniolo WHERE DEM CHERRIES AT?

…IN WHICH MATT TITTY FUCKS YOU, BLURB

matt thought he’d died and gone to heaven the moment his dick slid between your tits, thick and flushed as you pressed them together, bouncing them to the pace of his thrusts. his breath hitched, jaw slack, lips parted as he watched himself disappear into the plush of your chest, the tip peeking out slick and needy before vanishing again.

“holy fuck,” he choked out, head falling back against the pillows before snapping forward again—because there was no way in hell he wasn’t watching this. his hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, resisting the urge to just grab—to squeeze, to push your tits together harder, to thrust up and lose himself completely.

his pupils were blown, mouth hanging open as he sucked in shallow, shaky breaths. he was hypnotized, practically cross-eyed with it, like he’d been starving for this exact moment his entire life and was just now realizing it.

“you like that?” you teased, voice all honey, all sweet, dragging your tongue across his flushed tip when it peeked through.

matt’s breath stuttered, a groan ripping through his chest, hand flying up to grip your wrist—like he needed something to ground himself, to tether him before he lost his goddamn mind.

“baby, you don’t even know,” he muttered, voice wrecked, barely able to get the words out. his hips bucked up, his cock sliding messily through your spit-slicked skin, and his fingers curled around your wrist, tightening. “shit, you’re gonna make me cum just looking at you.”

his head dropped back again, adam’s apple bobbing, lashes fluttering, and for a second—just a second—you swore you saw his eyes roll back. completely blissed out, so far gone over the sight of your tits alone.

“fuck,” he rasped, chest heaving. “fuck, i need—i needa—”

you grinned, shifting closer, letting him finally cup them, palms hot and greedy, fingers digging into soft skin like he couldn’t believe they were real. his thumbs swiped over your nipples, almost in awe, before his grip tightened, squeezing as he thrust up again.

his head lifted, eyes hazy as they locked onto yours. “marry me.”

you blinked, caught off guard. “what?”

his lips were pink, glossy, spit-slick from how much he’d been licking them, biting them, working himself up just from the sight of you. he swallowed, jaw clenched, eyes heavy.

“nothing,” he breathed, shaking his head. then, quieter—more to himself than to you—“just fuckin’ love you.”

his hips stuttered, cock twitching between the tight warmth of your tits, and his grip on your wrist turned almost desperate. “fuck—baby—”

you knew it was coming—knew he was coming—but you still stuck your tongue out, ready for it, waiting—

and when it hit, hot and thick, spurting across your tongue, your lips, spilling down the valley of your chest, matt lost it.

“fuck—oh my fucking god—” his voice cracked, a broken, wre-cked little noise that had your stomach clenching. his thighs tensed, whole body shuddering as more of it spilled over your tits, dripping down your skin. but he kept going, hips still jerk-ing, ropes of cum spilling out in messy spurts because he couldn’t stop.

he was still coming.

his eyes were barely open, just slits of blue barely peeking through, his jaw clenched so hard it could shatter, breath coming in ragged, fucked-out gasps. his lips trembled, thighs quivering, hands gripping the sheets like he needed to hold on or he’d float away.

he could see it—his cum thick and glossy against your skin, smearing over your tits as you squeezed them together like you wanted to stay covered in it.

“jesus christ—” matt choked out, voice nothing but a desperate moan.

you swiped your fingers through the mess, licking it up, watching him the whole time, and his cock twitched—again.

“ohhh—ohhh fuck,” matt whined, actually fucking whined, head dropping back as another broken groan tore out of him.

his hips jerked, cock twitching, another weak spurt dripping from the tip because he swore to god he was gonna fucking pass out.

“matt,” you cooed, sweet as ever, leaning in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “you good, baby?”

his chest was heaving, body still trembling, completely wrecked, completely fucking whipped.

his response was breathless, barely a whisper—

“gimme a minute.”

©SOSASTURNS

sosas 💬: watched this reel last night n giggled.. had to type ts up last min. we’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming soon chat

[stevielovesmatt]

Comfort Zone II

[ series masterlist ]

Matt Sturniolo — he’s been there for you. Now that you’re both getting settled in early adulthood, things are starting to change. Will it fall apart or together?

Warnings: copyright notice. this short-series will contain smut, fluff, and angst. mentions of family loss, marriage, and correlations from the original comfort zone series.

A/N: hi! bringing back my baby for my babies <333 i assume this to be 6-ish parts but we’ll see !

With love and big tits, Rose

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Part 1: Punch to the tit heart.

Brutal silence. The weight of Matt’s arm around my waist is grounding, it’s the only thing making this feel real. Dirt piles and headstones fill the surrounding grass. Our feet stumble on the loose gravel, my modest heels seeming to make me feel weightless as I lean into his grip. 

“Hey.” I look over, following his voice as I let my eyes focus on his. Matt squeezes me in his grip, the slightest movement that makes everything seem a bit less dense—almost like the foggy air is becoming more breathable. “You okay?” he quips, his eyes squinted with concern. 

My lips roll into a tight line. I give him a subtle nod, flinching at the sound of a loud cry from a family at an adjacent plot. “I’m…I’m okay as I can be I think.” 

The answer seems to make his face fall for just a second before the slight wrinkle in his features flattens smoothly. My feet stutter through the pebbles, the sight of his making my stomach churn. 

This is it. 

My dad is gone. He’d been missing from a lot of aspects of my life, but now he was truly erased from any sort of reality. Six feet under mounds of dirt lies the man I once called my father. 

It sucks because it doesn’t feel any different. The amount of tears that had drowned my face from endless nights as a teenager already made me accept the fact that he was gone to begin with. 

All the same feelings mixed with a tinge of guilt well in the pit of my gut as Matt opens the passenger side door for me. I climb in slowly, my body feeling heavy as I plop in the seat. The pine scent floods my nose, my eyes drifting to the small air refresher hanging from the rearview mirror. 

“Just…just breathe, okay?” Matt mentions. I give a slight hum in reply, my lips feeling glued shut as he places the seat belt across my body, a firm click echoing in the vehicle before he pulls back to stand up straight. 

I can feel him staring at me. He’s been very attentive the past couple days. Traveling back to Massechusets was bittersweet—especially given the reason we were coming to visit. 

“Sweetheart.” 

His sigh makes my heart clench in my chest, the sympathy leaking from his voice making my eyes feel heavy as my lashes start to intrude on my vision. 

I feel the faint whisper of his breath against my cheek, the waft of warm air accompanied by a gentle kiss. His hand cradles my jaw. I lean into his touch as his thumb swivels against my skin, the comfort of his presence enough to make it feel easier to just exist. 

“I feel guilty, Matt.” I whisper, the statement making me cringe as my joints start to stiffen. His hand slides from my jaw, moving to rest on top of my shoulder. 

“I know, but…but it’s okay. You’ve already grieved, this is just…it’s just closure—knowing that you’ll never have to turn another page with him. You’re not a bad person for feeling relieved. I know you—I know you’re not a bad person.” 

His words make something in my chest shift, like an entirely different placement of my internal organs that makes everything seem easier. I don’t have to focus on trying to take calm, even breaths anymore, I just am. 

Nodding, I feel his touch slip away before the car door gently closes. Matt walks around the car, sliding into the driver's seat before turning on the car. The sounds of the vehicle powering on make my heart feel dense as I look out the window to see the death and mourning surrounding us. 

All these people are grieving—they’re all sad. 

I feel like I’m living the last day this chapter of my life will ever interfere with my happiness and my peace. It’s not a goodbye. It’s an ending to a story I’ve wanted to put down for a long time.

“You ready?” Matt questions, placing his hand on the center console with his palm opened upward. I give a soft smile, struggling to let my hand slide into his and embrace the warmth of his touch. 

The second his fingers slot between my own, I feel the waves of relief while watching the headstones get smaller as he drives down the road. Bumpy movements of the car from loose gravel shift as we turn onto a main road, the path smooth and quiet. 

Trees block the sight of any mourning families and graves. I let myself sink into my seat, holding onto his hand tighter while letting out a shaky breath. 

Matt’s always been good with words, but his reassurance seemed to be the only thing my heart and mind could just go with. I don’t need convincing when it comes to him—I just need him. 

I am not a bad person. His tone is accompanied by my own voice inside my head as I try to remind myself of the affirmation. It’s okay to feel the way I do—it’s okay to be relieved. 

___

“I’m happy to live life with you, ya know that?” Matt teases, his arms around me draping loosely as I sit in his lap. 

It’s a bit later in the day. The morning filled with heavy emotions almost seems like a daydream, like some sort of foggy memory that doesn’t feel quite real. 

Matt tickles into my sides lightly, the surprising sensation drawing my attention back to the present as my nose scrunches with amusement. “Oh my—stop it!” I huff, playfully swatting his chest. His arms drop back down, his hands intertwined as he rests his back against his headboard. 

The room is so familiar, like a wave of nostalgia that takes me back to times where my heart was just beginning to learn love. His childhood bedroom is just as welcoming besides feeling a bit more barren. 

Majority of our things were still stuffed away in our luggage. Matt insisted on immediately making the most of our time, dragging me to the willow tree in the backyard that seemed to have grown bigger and most lustrous. 

The tree trunk was missing the bark he had cut out in order to drag along with us, the wooden art of how he first asked me to be his that now hangs on our bedroom wall. However, I didn’t know he had gone back to carve an even deeper heart.

I don’t know if he planned on doing something with it or if he just did it to make me happy. Either way, the indentation made my heart feel warm. It’s so pointless, but it’s so endearing. 

Just like everything else—it wasn’t necessary, but he did it to make us happy. Not everything has to have a purpose to be useful. That’s something he’s reiterated plenty of times, but I appreciate the subtle reminders he gives. 

“You’re so pretty.” Matt states, his airy voice sending a shiver up my spine. He smiles noticing my reaction. His hands intertwined both fall, his finger lightly trailing up my back and back down as he spares me a warm glance. 

I hum in appreciation, my eyes softly closing as he begins to massage over my shoulders and arms. His touch is heavenly, the tiring events of today seeming to fade into an afterthought as I focus entirely on him. 

“I love you.” 

The words whispered through my lips are paired with an apparent smile hidden in my voice. I peek open an eye, catching him staring at me with the biggest grin plastered on his face, his eyes gleaming with joy. 

Opening my eyes fully, I watch as he leans forward, resting his forehead against my own before bringing one of his hands up to cradle my cheek. “Oh, baby…I love you.” He plants a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth, his lips still twisted into a slight smile as he mumbles against my skin, “-love you so much. So, so, so much.” 

As he pulls back to stare into my eyes, I’m met with a certain type of devotion glowing from his energy. It makes me feel sure—like everything around us is just a detail blurred into the background. 

Life is so short. There’s not much time to fully engulf in every experience. I’m lucky to have found him, lucky to have found something so irreplaceable. 

“You have that same look in your eye…” he whispers, curiously narrowing his stare as he licks over his lips, “-when are you gonna tell me what you’re thinking, hm?” The light teasing tone makes my cheeks flourish with warmth. I shake my head, nodding the thought to rest in the back of my mind as I give a slight shrug. 

“I don’t know. I’m not really thinking about anything.” I answer. 

It’s a lie. He knows it—I know that he can tell I’m not telling the full truth. But it’s a lot. The floundering bliss of a daydream sinks in with a brutal difference from reality. 

My hand feels empty. I want my ring finger to be accompanied by a statement of certainty, I want to be his on paper. 

Everyday I wake up, the hazy dreams of Matt calling me his wife linger like a nostalgic burst of sweet joy paired with a slight distaste. I wish it was real, I wish it would come sooner—but it doesn’t feel like it's my place to ask. 

“It’s nothing.” I whisper, sparing a small smile as he eyes twinge with a curious disappointment. “-just…don’t worry. I’m okay, we’re okay.” I reassure. 

His frown pulls into a gentle smile. I feel the warmth of his touch pet soothingly over my skin, my eyes fluttering shut from the blissful sensation. “I….okay. I trust you, just…let me know if I can do anything to ease your mind, alright?” 

The offer is sweet, a reminder of security that makes me lean further into him, my nostrils flaring as I let out a deep sigh. “I…I’ll try.”

A/N: thank you for reading i’ve missed this series so much and i have stuff planned that i’m super excited to share!!!! any and all interaction is really appreciated and i’d love to hear your thots <333

with love and big tits, rose 🫶🏻

[stevielovesmatt]

literally a magical theme omg

i love you??? ☹ so is yours :>

[stevielovesmatt]

i lerv this idea

wednesday videos or friday videos • middle part matt or frat boy chris • chester or chris • blonde nick or mullet nick • fresh love or space camp • chris’s license or matt’s license • streams or videos • trevor or nate • marylou or jimmy • royal kingdom or fortnight • matt’s ankle or chris’s allergies • nick or matt or chris

matcha or coffee • morning or night • soda or juice • tumblr or wattpad • tiktok or ig reels • dogs or cats • spring/fall or summer/winter • clit stimulation or penetration • fanfics or books • vanilla/sweet or floral scents • sun or moon • long nails or short/medium nails • italian food or mexican food • cozy or fancy

npt!!: @oopsiedaisydeer @courta13 @silverspringsstare @mattspillowprincess @lyingonchris

tag game ✨

pick ur preference!!! anyone is welcomed to join!!! ib @dearapril and made with @muwapsturniolo

wednesday videos or friday videos • middle part matt or frat boy chris • chester or chris • blonde nick or mullet nick • fresh love or space camp • chris’s license or matt’s license • streams or videos • trevor or nate • marylou or jimmy • royal kingdom or fortnight • matt’s ankle or chris’s allergies • nick or matt or chris

matcha or coffee • morning or night • soda or juice • tumblr or wattpad • tiktok or ig reels • dogs or cats • spring/fall or summer/winter • clit stimulation or penetration • fanfics or books • vanilla/sweet or floral scents • sun or moon • long nails or short/medium nails • italian food or mexican food • cozy or fancy

tags — @strnilolover @st7rnioioss @chrisbratt333 @delilahsturniolo @annasturns

anyone can join!!!

[stevielovesmatt]

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

SAY IT AGAIN

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.

---

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.

a/n: hehe so cute :) send more requests!!

main: @slvt4subchratt @chrepsi @hannaloveschris @courta13 @sunflower-vol3 @mattspillowprincess @ilovedanielcaesar @kenah-sturniolo

dividers by @/diviniyae

[stevielovesmatt]

its the fact that he KNOWS he's good looking too

he's just so handsome

[stevielovesmatt]

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

SAY IT AGAIN

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.

---

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.

a/n: hehe so cute :) send more requests!!

main: @slvt4subchratt @chrepsi @hannaloveschris @courta13 @sunflower-vol3 @mattspillowprincess @ilovedanielcaesar @kenah-sturniolo

dividers by @/diviniyae

[stevielovesmatt]

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

SAY IT AGAIN

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.

---

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.

a/n: hehe so cute :) send more requests!!

main: @slvt4subchratt @chrepsi @hannaloveschris @courta13 @sunflower-vol3 @mattspillowprincess @ilovedanielcaesar @kenah-sturniolo

dividers by @/diviniyae

[stevielovesmatt]

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 😇

[stevielovesmatt]

— 𝜗ৎ birds of a feather . . . m.s

in which . . . you and your boyfriend matt share a cute and heartwarming moment together

warnings . . . just fluff & kissing!

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

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #4

it starts with his fingers poking at your side under the blanket. you’re laying on top of matt, your cheek resting against his chest, eyes fluttering shut every few seconds while the hum of the tv plays something neither of you are really watching. everything feels still and sleepy and perfect… until his fingers move again. you jolt a little, lifting your head to squint up at him. “did you just—?”

“me?” he says, wide-eyed, fake innocent. “i didn’t do anything.” you narrow your eyes, suspicion all over your face. “matthew.” he smiles way too big to be innocent. “what? you’re imagining things.” you try to settle back down, but the second your head hits his chest again, poke. this time both sides. “okay, that’s it!” you sit up suddenly, tossing the blanket off and climbing onto him, straddling his hips with a grin. “you wanna play?”

“whoa, whoa,” he laughs, hands coming up like he’s surrendering. “i didn’t do anything! you’re the one starting stuff!”

“liar,” you say, and launch your attack. your fingers find his sides and he loses it, he’s squirming and giggling, trying to grab your wrists but you’re too fast, too focused, too proud of yourself. his laugh is all breathy and loud and you swear it makes your chest ache in the best way. “okay—okay! i give up!” he’s laughing so hard he can barely breathe. “you win!”

“say i��m the best,” you demand, grinning like a menace. “you’re the best,” he chokes out, still laughing. “you’re the actual best, i swear.” you slow down and stop, letting your hands rest gently against his chest as you sit there, smiling down at him. he’s flushed and glowing and beautiful in a way that makes your heart feel like it’s going to explode.

“you’re so dramatic,” you say, giggling. he reaches up, hands landing on your waist, holding you there like he never wants you to move. “only for you.”you roll your eyes, even though you’re blushing hard now, and he notices. of course he does.“aww,” he coos, pulling you down until your nose bumps his. “you’re blushing.”

“shut up,” you whisper, trying to hide your face, but he cups your cheek and holds you there. “nah,” he says softly. “you’re cute.” he kisses you then, slow and warm, with that same gentleness he always has when it comes to you. like he’s memorizing your mouth, like kissing you is his favorite thing in the world. you sigh into it, hands sliding up into his hair, and he melts underneath you like you’re the only thing keeping him alive. you pull back after a while, just enough to catch your breath, and he keeps his forehead pressed to yours. “i could do this forever,” he murmurs.

“good,” you whisper. “’cause i’m not going anywhere.” he hums, thumb brushing your jaw, and you feel so full of love you don’t know what to do with it. you tuck your head into the crook of his neck and he wraps his arms all the way around you, blanket pulled back up over your shoulders.

you lay like that for a while, your bodies tangled up, hearts beating slow and steady in sync. he keeps mumbling little things into your hair. “you’re my favorite,” and “you’re so beautiful,” and “i love you, like, so much it’s actually insane”—and every single word melts into you like honey. he starts tracing circles on your back again, soft and absentminded, and you let your eyes close because it’s warm and quiet and you feel so safe, like nothing in the world could ever touch you here.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: i hate writing fluff but anyway I NEED TO SLEEP it’s 5 am for me and i’ve been up all night 😭😭 so i just decided to post this now lol

[stevielovesmatt]

I CANT BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS.

[stevielovesmatt]

hello! i'm back from my break/trip, so i will try to be more active with my writing :> i had so so so much fun on my trip, i was busier than i thought!

so, send me requests!! pretty please :)

ps. thank you for the love on the red string and first meet hehe

[stevielovesmatt]

hello! i'm back from my break/trip, so i will try to be more active with my writing :> i had so so so much fun on my trip, i was busier than i thought!

so, send me requests!! pretty please :)

ps. thank you for the love on the red string and first meet hehe

[stevielovesmatt]

i love this so much

Office Hours - M.S.

"so what'd i get?" "a plus, baby." or... a quiet, secret evening with professor!matt. warnings: nothing crazy! no smut in this one (boooo ik ik), a couple suggestive comments, flirting, teacher/student dynamic, both parties are 21+ and consenting!!!, little bit of sickening fluff, matt is whipped, etc. word count: 522 a/n: once again, i do not own prof!matt. all credit goes to the creator(s) of this au!! pls lmk if you know who did it first!!! requested by @whore4chris

"nobody can know you're here."

you didn't mind being a secret. it gave you a little bit of a thrill, if you were being honest. you loved having something a little taboo to hide, even if it wasn't really that serious. your relationship with matt wasn't illegal in any way, just a slight bit controversial, and you got a kick out of it.

you'd slipped into matt's office hours a little after they had started, once you were sure nobody else would be coming in. matt was sitting in his chair, glasses resting on his nose as he flipped through page after page of essay.

"you know, that would be so much easier if you just let people submit it online instead of printing it out."

he gave you a look.

"you're pushing your luck, baby."

you got up, sitting on the edge of his desk and taking his glasses off of his nose.

"am i?"

"you are, sweetheart."

you sighed, kicking one leg over the other.

"fiiine."

he took his glasses back, writing a large "B" in green ink on top of the paper, turning to the next one.

"i'd watch your attitude, baby. i still have to grade your paper."

you smirked, hopping off of the desk.

"i'm okay. you won't take it out on my grade."

he gave you an eyebrow raise, spinning his chair around to watch you.

"no? i won't?"

you gave him your most innocent smile you could pull up.

"no. you'll take it out on me later."

he laughed, shaking his head as he turned back to his work.

"got me there."

you stole the free rolling chair in his room, dragging it to sit beside him. you went quiet, sitting next to him, hand on his thigh while you watched what he was up to.

he'd never admit it, but he had a smile on his face the whole time you were touching him. as he was halfway through grading the papers, you saw your name pop up on the top page.

"hey, there's mine."

he nodded, turning to look at you.

"mhm. go sit on the other side of the room."

"wait, what?"

he slid his chair a bit away from you.

"i gotta try to stay a little unbiased, baby. go sit over there, i'll tell you when i'm done."

you sighed, distracting yourself on your phone for a while. you heard matt turning pages, but no strokes with his pen, so you took a little bit of hope in that. you may be sleeping with the professor, but you put effort into your work.

"come back here, baby."

you walked back over, but he had already slid your paper into the stack of finished grades. you sat down next to him, and as you did, he turned to face you. his hand rested on your cheek as he pulled you in to kiss him, deepening it halfway through. he held it for a while before he had to pull back to breathe, smiling at you.

"so what'd i get?"

"a plus, baby."

yeah, you were perfectly fine with being a secret.

[stevielovesmatt]

me

did someone say giant italian? (i’m italian)

[stevielovesmatt]

love love love this

introducing…

grunge au

hole!reader

silk dresses. vinyls. red lipstick. bangs. red head. boots. always smells good. sweetheart. cigarettes. plays guitar in a band. tights. lace tops. magazines. messy.

nirvana!matt

band tees. plays guitar in a band. everything is deep to him. met hole!reader in middle school. skater. photo shoots. always playing his guitar. high school dropout. in utero angel tattoo on his back.

all pics from pinterest

in utero back tattoo idea credits to @st7rnioioss

divider by @huraxy

comment to be added to the taglist!!

feel free to send requests for this au to @ajsyappingkorner