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rootbeerworshiper · 2 months

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Summer (part 2/3)

Reader x Matt Sturniolo

summery: Summer camp has always been your favourite thing, but as you enter you last year at the camp, as a councillor, you meet someone that changes everything.

warnings: so long omg sorry LMAO, mention of suicide, just so much fluff

alsooooo definitely accidentally posted this when i had already written like half of it and i’ve been writing it while it’s private so it will most likely be far down on my page hahah

part 3 here

love, sienna <3

surprisingly you slept well last night—between the noisy children and Matt intruding your every thought, you weren’t sure it was possible.

you can’t get him out of your mind, his eyes, his sudden kindness—his hands.

yeah you were obsessed with some guys hands, that’s how perfect he is.

camp is only a week long, which doesn’t really leave you enough time to muster up enough courage to actually do anything with him—but that does not mean you won’t be thinking about it.

he’s the kind of person that has so many layers, like a complex character in a novel—you just want to know everything about him.

looking at him is nice too—you can’t get the image of him by the fire out of your mind.

never in your life did you think you’d become so infatuated with someone who’s currently avoiding juvie, but here you were, journaling every waking thought you have about him.

normally you’d tell Amara, but for whatever reason a part of you wants to keep Matt to yourself. he’s the one thing in your life that makes you interesting and the moment Amara sees him you’re sure he’ll switch his gaze towards her—most boys do.

maybe you were interested in Matt purely because he approached you first, another thing that usually happens to your best friend.

whatever it was, it’s slightly embarrassing.

the two of you had one civil conversation and you’re already head over heels.

as much as you’d love to sit here and daydream about Matt, you are a councillor and you do have a job to do.

so you muster up the energy at 7:30am to wake up all the kids as they begin to get ready for breakfast.

you yourself also have to get ready, which feels like a task in it self because now you had something to look good for—well you had someone.

taking out your braids from the day prior, you brush through your curls that are now more defined than usual.

you’re grateful they aren’t frizzy, the world being on your side for once in your life.

a mental battle ensues on whether or not you should apply makeup. normally you wouldn’t. you usually don’t even pack any, but for the time being you’ll do anything to be more desirable, especially next to Amara.

the kids are finally ready and so are you, now just wearing your red councillor t-shirt and white linen shorts that you thrifted a while ago, along with a few bracelets you had made at prior years at camp.

you along with the campers put on your shoes before walking outside, the feeling of your black converse sinking into the gravel that resides outside your cabin combined with the smell of the morning brought you serenity that was truly incomprehensible.

with that you begin the walk to the dining hall once more, trying to avoid rubbing your sleepy eyes as to not smear your freshly applied mascara.

the menu for breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs and french toast which had your kids jumping up and down at the thought of.

you were just grateful that councillors were allowed coffee in the morning—maybe you didn’t sleep as well as you thought. it was hard to tell how much of the dreaming you were awake for.

instinctively, you look around for familiar faces. you and Amara hadn’t really spoken last night after the fire, just a goodnight text and her saying that she has to catch you up on her life—she always does.

its clear when you spot Amara she has a pounding headache, you have a talent for telling when she’s hung over—and yet she still looks like she’s straight off the runway.

you don’t know why your thoughts of jealousy had gotten so bad recently, but for whatever reason it was overtaking you.

there’s no time to look around for Matt as you begin placing food onto your paper plate, asking the kitchen staff for a coffee with cream and sugar.

momentarily you forget about him, caught up in the mess your campers were making and smiling as they grin ear to ear alongside you.

that is until you see him again. somehow he got more beautiful.

you could tell that he was also tired by the way he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sipped on his coffee, but nonetheless you were infatuated with him.

something about the way he was so incredibly good with kids caused your heart to do actual backflips. it’s hard to even tell he was forced to be here from the way he lets the kids tease him and pull on his clothes.

the sight is too funny not to laugh at but the moment his eyes meet yours from across the room your focus changes to your plate.

it was probably incredibly obvious how obsessed with him you were, and you were sure he’s used to it.

the itinerary for the day is basically every activity you can think of, including rock climbing, archery, arts and crafts, swimming and more.

the way it all works is that two cabins are paired together and each day they complete two of many activities.

you knew that your activities were rock climbing and crafts, but you weren’t sure what cabin you would be paired with.

the camp leader begins to list the pairings, and slowly, there is less options for you to be put with.

“and lastly councillors y/n and councillor Matt’s cabins will be paired!” the leader says enthusiastically.

you weren’t sure how you felt about this.

sure, you can spend more time with the boy you can’t get off of your mind, but on the other hand you fear the more time you spend with him, the more likely you are to scare him away.

so for a moment you’re anxiety kicks in, thinking about what your going to say to Matt, how to not make a fool of yourself in front Matt, or how-

Matt.

you’re eyes meet his once more. now lingering longer than before.

he’s the first to break the eye contact, chuckling to himself as he begins to assist his campers in putting everything away.

butterflies enter your stomach immediately, one small smile from him is all that it took.

as much as you’d love to stay in this spot forever, watching him, you have to assist your own campers with their sticky plates and interesting questions.

once everyone has poured out of the dining hall and into the open area, the cabins are split into their respective groups.

you don’t say anything to Matt at first, paralyzed by the fear of making it awkward, so you just sort of… stand next to each other.

“how’d you sleep?” he asks, catching you off guard as you bring your gaze towards him.

he’s not much taller than you, maybe two inches or so, but you still had to look up slightly to make eye contact.

somehow, you muster up the courage to speak. “it was okay, kids were pretty loud till like midnight and then i got asked about 4 times to walk people to the bathroom so you know” you kick the rocks beneath your feet, looking down at them to avoid eye contact. “you?”

“it was pretty weird sleeping in a room full of ten year old boys so not a lot of sleeping happened for me” you both look up to see that it’s time to head to your activities, the first of which being rock climbing.

as councillors you didn’t have to actually rock climb, just assisting the kids in getting their gear on and such.

other than a few stolen glances between you and Matt, nothing really happens, and there’s not enough time inbetween kids climbing for anymore small talk.

after every kid has gone, you’re about to begin heading over to the craft area when one of Matt’s campers speaks. “Matt and y/n you should do a rock climbing race!” he says enthusiastically, earning cheers of agreement from practically every other camper.

you and Matt immediately look to one another and before you can even say no to the kid he smiles. “sure, it’ll be fun” your breath practically hitches at his words but you’re in no position to say no.

so you swallow your pride. “okay sure. Matt you are so on”

the two of you walk over as the station leader assists you into your harnesses. “you’re all set” she smiles at you.

as you and Matt lined yourselves up you were met with an abundance of cheers from the campers.

the one leader now speaks again, this time counting down. “on your mark”

you look to Matt and he has the cheesiest smile on his face, one you haven’t been able to witness until now.

“get set”

he looks back to you, but doesn’t hold the eye contact long as he looks back up at he wall ahead, and you do the same—it’s unlike you to lose to a boy because you’re too busy staring at him.

“go!” she waves her hand dramatically as you and the boy to your left begin climbing up the wall.

rock climbing was one of your favourite activities growing up at camp, and up until this point you hadn’t lost a race to anyone.

so here you are, putting in your full effort as you scale the wall, Matt continuing to keep up with you.

this goes on for a moment longer until you go and reach for the bell at the top, feeling victorious.

the feeling doesn’t last long because another hand comes into your line of sight, reaching for the same string.

you tied.

ten years of winning every race and you’ve now tied for the first time.

the bell rings and everyone below you cheers as you look to Matt—it’s hard to be mad at anyone that looks that good. “good game” you say as you begin to make your way down the wall, reaching your hand out to shake his.

he reaches for your hand and does the same. “same to you” you try your best to avoid the way his hand makes you want to melt, focusing now and getting down to the grass that awaits you below.

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the rest of the day is pretty standard, and after arts and crafts you had new beaded bracelets to add to your growing collection.

dinner goes smoothly too, and by the evening the kids have full control over what they wish to do before lights out.

this gives you a chance to talk to Amara, which is something you feel like you haven’t done in forever. the two of you are sitting at the dock by the lake, watching the sun set as you talk about everything that’s happened so far.

“i don’t know why you won’t peruse anything with him he sounds perfect for you” you groan.

she’s now filled you in on the older camp councillor from last night, and it’s safe to say you were growing more annoyed with her inability to commit to a guy, especially one as good as the councillor.

“he gave me the ick i don’t know” she ponders for a moment, gaze still fixated on the scenery that surrounds you. “wait how was it doing the activities with that weird kid?”

you furrow your eyebrows, not entirely sure who she’s referring to. “Matt?”

“yeah that’s his name” she replies smiling as if the idea of him is just that funny.

it’s hard to not feel a little sting, but you’re used to this, you and her have very different taste in guys. “i don’t know why you think he’s weird, he’s pretty nice actually”

“i don’t know he always looks angry at something and like i’ve never seen him not wearing a long sleeve it’s just odd”

now you’re definitely annoyed. normally you’d play along just to get her to stop talking, but for whatever reason you feel the need to stick up for Matt—maybe it’s because you aren’t sure anyone else would.

“you don’t know anything about him Amara you shouldn’t be judging him over nothing” you reply with a harsher tone than you were really expecting.

“why do you care so much? do you have a crush on the kid or something?”

yup you sure do.

but Amara doesn’t deserve to know that, not when she’s acting like this.

so you just get up, replacing yourself with your feet on the slightly wobbly dock.

you open your mouth to say something but ultimately decide against it, the last thing you want to do is speak out of anger and regret it the next morning.

“y/n i didn’t mean it like that i’m sorry” she calls out but you continue walking towards your cabin in a fit of anger.

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it doesn’t make a ton of sense why you were so offended by her words. deep down you knew there was more of Matt for you to learn about, more backstory behind his complexity and you couldn’t judge him without it.

you shower quickly, although you hate the camp showers with a passion. all you can do is be as fast as possible and pray no bugs join you in the stall.

once you’ve dried off fully you change into some random boxers you own and your moms old crew neck that you brought with you everywhere.

it brought you closure wearing it, having a physical way to feel close to her was needed in your time of grief.

the campers all settle in to their bunks and you drown out their talking as you return to your book from earlier.

usually reading was an escape from your life, a way to forget—now as you read you can’t help but wish these romantic things were happening to you.

it’s too much.

so you attempt to sleep, putting the bookmark on a page that brought you particular sadness and letting out a huge sigh as your head meets the pillow.

you wish it was easy to turn your fast moving brain off, but it’s a battle that you know all too well—a battle you lose every time.

so once it’s clear that all the campers are asleep, you make your way out of the cabin, tip toeing as much as possible and quietly picking up your slides.

you squeeze your eyes as the door creaks ever so slightly and pause as you await a reaction, but nothing happens, so you continue out.

the moment you shut the door behind yourself you take a few breath. if only breathing was enough to shut off your mind.

you bend over to slide on your shoes and you begin to walk to the dock, hoping to gain some peace and serenity while you watch the stars.

it’s a short walk and soon enough you find yourself at the same spot you fought with Amara at hours prior, and the thought of the fight alone makes you feel sick.

you’re unsure of how it got this bad with her. it’s not like you actively hated her or anything, she’s still your favourite person. but something in the way you continuously watch her reject guys just to disprove at the one guy that actually looks like at you like you’re human makes you really upset.

camp used to be so different. always filled with lifelong memories, but you want nothing more than to forget what happened tonight.

you wipe the tear that’s creeps on to your face and lay down, knees bent and your hands on your stomach—having your hands placed there is something Amara taught you to do when your brain moves too fast for your breath to keep up.

the use of that strategy is ironic now.

after a few short moments you hear footsteps behind you—there is no way you are ready to talk to Amara yet, not when you still feel like shit.

“Amara i don’t wanna speak to you right now please leave me alone” you call out without looking behind yourself.

the footsteps pause for a moment so you assume you’ve successfully caused your best friend to walk away, but you’re met with a voice that is all too familiar.

“i’m not Amara”

Matt.

the footsteps continue as you look back to him. “mind if i sit here?”

you wipe your face quickly, the last thing you need is any more lingering tears left on your cheek and a boy to make fun of them. a quick nod of your head and he’s sat next to you, closer now than at the fire.

he’s the first to lay back now, in the exact position you were in before being interrupted. “do you wanna talk about it?”

you match his position on the dock, sighing to release all stress. “are you gonna get annoyed if i sit here and ramble about girl drama?” you knew it was more than that, but most people you have tried to confide in didn’t see it the way that you did.

“i think calling it girl drama just undermines the pain you’re clearly in” his gaze is fixed on the stars but you can’t help but look to him.

“that was a big word for you” you smile slightly and earn a shake of the head in return—it’s clear he’s hiding a smile you just aren’t sure why. “but yeah uh i kinda fought with Amara in this exact same spot like a few hours ago”

you pause. it feels extremely weird to be confiding in someone who was a stranger to you yesterday but somehow he feels like the only person in the world who will listen.

“she just said some mean shit about this guy that i’m into as if she doesn’t shut down every guy that looks at her. and i wish i had her problem, i do. but it doesn’t come that easy for me, guys don’t usually look at me that way”

“and this one does?” he asks, looking at you as if on cue.

you fight the stupid smile that creeps onto your lips. “he does”

it’s silent for a moment again, you aren’t really sure how to continue this conversation.

“you’re telling me no guys are into you?” he asks. as much as you wish the words didn’t have the effect on you that they did, sadness looms over you once more.

“that’s exactly what i’m telling you. they all look to Amara before i can even get a word in. i’m used to it now, but it’s still a hurtful reality check that my life isn’t one i read about.” once again you were unsure why you were being so open with Matt, you had never said these words out loud before, something about him made it flow so effortlessly.

he sighs at this, as if the sadness that looms over your head has travelled to his. “i don’t see what everyone sees in Amara. i prefer the other friend”

you just laugh. “that’s funny” as confident as you were that he was joking, his face is dead serious. your eyebrows furrow in disbelief. “wait you’re serious?”

“way to make it a thing” he laughs but you can’t even begin to imagine what you’re meant to say in return in order to continue the flirty banter—god where was Amara when you needed her.

“wait why did you sit next to me yesterday at the fire? i thought you hated me” you muster up the courage to speak.

he clears his throat slightly and you can tell he’s uncomfortable. “i never hated you. i was just mad that my parents sent me here. i sat next to you because i thought you were pretty, it’s really not complicated.”

you allow your jaw to drop at this. to most people this may be a normal occurrence, but for someone as hot as Matt to be hitting on you is not something you could prepare yourself for.

he looks to you and you immediately cover your face with your hands—you were flustered over nothing.

the last thing you expected him to do was gently remove your hands from your cheeks. “this isn’t gonna work if you’re terrified of compliments”

“sorry i’m not used to it” his hands are still holding your own. “can i ask you something?”

he nods, not letting go.

“why do you always wear long sleeves?” you were expecting a more uncomfortable reaction from the boy, instead a smirk enters his face.

“you wanna see?” you could melt at the words but instead you nod as he lets go of your grasp.

he sits up and his hands grab the bottom hem of his hoodie and lift it over his head—momentarily exposing his stomach.

you can’t help but stare until he pulls his tank top down and places his hoodie to the side. “holy shit” is all you’re capable of saying. it’s unclear what you were anticipating but it definitely wasn’t this.

Matt’s right arm is completely covered in tattoos. from flowers on his shoulder to a seashell on his forearm he practically had a full sleeve.

you’re fully sat up now too, hesitantly reaching out to his arm to further inspect the ink that covers him. “you can touch my arm i won’t bite” he says, speaking more quiet than before, but it’s an offer you take up—grabbing the boys arm and tracing your fingers along the numerous tattoos.

the longer you graze his arm the more you can feel eyes burn though the top of your head, so without thinking you look up and your eye’s immediately meet his—now closer than ever before.

you fight every urge to back away and cringe of embarrassment, because deep down this is all you’ve thought about for the past 24 hours and now it’s real.

the eye contact lingers for a while, your arm still on his as the two of you practically breathe in sync.

“can i kiss you?” Matt asks and immediately you nod your head, unable to think about anything else.

he leans in and a sense of comfortability washes over you in the most unexpected way. as much as you lack experience, this feels so incredibly right.

you’re the first to deepen the kiss and his hand makes its way to your cheek—you could melt at the touch.

it’s something so simple but so intimate. your hand rubbing small circles on his arm while his fingers bring you impossibly closer to him.

as far as kisses go, you’re sure this is as good as it gets.

after a moment the two of you back away, looking into each others eyes immediately.

you can’t fight back the dumb smile that forms on your face, and for once, he doesn’t either.

he lays back down and you follow suit, now placing your head in his chest as his arm wraps around your waist. “i wish everyone saw you the way that i see you” you say—his one hand now making its way to your hair to toy with it as you speak.

“you want everyone to want to kiss me?” you smack his chest as he laughs.

“obviously not Matt” you sigh, sinking further into him. “i just mean like everyone sees you as this tough guy who doesn’t care about anything, but that’s not you at all”

“what am i then?” his voice is deeper now, more tired than you’ve heard him before.

your own arm wraps around his waist before you speak again, it still doesn’t feel real. “for starters, you love kids, i can tell. most councillors don’t put up with half the shit your cabin does to you but you just allow it and i don’t think it’s because you don’t care, i think it’s because you like to make them happy.”

he just hums in response. “you also care about other people. like when you saw me sitting alone, part of me just assumed you were coming to make fun of me but i think you just didn’t like seeing someone so social sit alone. and i saw the look in your eyes when i opened up to you. it wasn’t pity, it was empathy”

it’s easier to speak to him when you don’t have to look at him in the eyes, and with his hand in your hair guiding you through your words. “you just don’t let people see that side of you and i don’t understand why”

he shifts slightly in his spot—you definitely struck a nerve and you were not expecting to.

“you don’t have to uh tell me if you don’t want i get it if it’s personal” you say quickly, desperately trying to not ruin what has barely started.

“no it’s fine uh” he thinks for a second, fingers still gently scratching your scalp. “when i was younger i was the happiest kid, like you would never see me without a smile on my face. and uh i had this best friend, his name was Nate, and he was my everything growing up.” you can hear him sniffle above you and you subconsciously squeeze his tighter, wanting nothing more than to make the boy feel better.

“a little more than a year ago today i had to read his suicide note. everything in the world felt so unfair. i had to watch his family suffer and no words of comfort would fill the void that Nathan left. i guess uh since then i haven’t really been smiling a lot because i haven’t had much of a reason to.”

the thought of this made your heart hurt. “i’m sorry. i know what you’re feeling, i mean a little bit anyways. my mom was my best friend and it never felt like i got enough time with her. it’s terrifying how death happens so fast you know?”

he just nods in response, fighting back the lump in his throat as you speak. “one second i was watching The Office with her and laughing on the couch and the next i had to prepare a speech for her funeral. and you can never say enough in those few pages to encapsulate someone’s entire life. never”

you both feel a sense of heaviness as you sit in a more comfortable silence.

“what’s your favourite memory of Nate?” you ask, hoping to lighten the mood.

it seems to work because Matt immediately smiles. “it was in middle school and we went out to Mcdonald’s and decided to play the penis game.” he laughs softly. “we were practically just yelling the word penis in an almost empty restaurant and peeing ourselves over it” you laugh along too, the mere image of this is enough for you to find it funny.

“what’s your favourite memory of your mom?” he asks in return.

you think for a moment before landing on one specific one. “when i was 12 she taught me how to make her signature chocolate chip cookies. she was already diagnosed with cancer at that point and she was determined to leave her mark on the world in any way she could, including her many recipes. i didn’t know at the time that she was dying, and there was no way for me to. she was the happiest she had ever been and we had so much fun together, eating the chocolate chips while we waited for the cookies to bake”

“she sounds like a really good mom” he says, looking down at you.

“do you think we’re put on this earth for a reason?” you ask, you’re eyes now feeling heavy as you cuddle with Matt.

he takes a moment to respond. “i do. i just don’t know what mine is, or if we’re ever really supposed to have that figured out”

“it just sucks because currently, my reason to be on this earth is to be a supporting character in an interesting movie, and i don’t want that”

“so make your own movie” those words alone are enough for you to smile. you look up to him to see his eyes already on yours and you place a quick kiss on his lips.

“i like kissing you” you say sheepishly, both hands now under your own chin as you look up to him.

he smiles back.

knowing what you know now, the fact that he’s smiling at you—because of you, could make you melt.

“you should do it more often” he replies, looking at you with a new look in his eyes, one of admiration.

you didn’t see that look often, and when you did it was directed towards your best friend.

so you kiss him again. and again. and one more time for good measure. if you could, you’d be here forever, just like this.

“we should probably go back now, the sun looks like it’s about to start rising” you laugh. the last thing you want to do is leave but you don’t have much of a choice.

he sighs dramatically. “what if i just wanna stay here forever?”

you sit up now, looking down at him as you place a hand on his chest. “well that would simply be unrealistic”

it takes a lot for you to muster up the energy to stand up but you do, and you reach down to help the boy up.

the short walk to your cabin used to be a good thing, but seeing as you don’t want to leave the boy at your side, you’d be okay walking three miles to make it back.

you’re now at your cabin, directly outside of the door as you and Matt just stare at each other. neither of you want to leave, but you both know that this night needs to come to an end eventually.

he places his hands gently on your waist, almost as if he’s testing the waters, but by the way your arms immediately wrap around his neck he knows he made the right choice.

“goodnight Matt” you whisper in his ear, earning a simple “goodnight y/n” as he kisses your temple and inevitably lets you go.

you watch him walk away, screaming silently the moment he’s out of sight—fighting every urge in your body to jump up and down like one of your campers at the mere thought of tonight.

a/n: this feels so incredibly long but i finally finished part 2!! part 3 will be the longest one so if you didn’t get a snack for this chapter you’ll want one for the next

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smt-obsessed · 20 days

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Matthew Sturniolo

☆ 20 ☆ intp ☆ leo ☆ 5'8 ☆

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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months

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Okay hcs for how Matt and Chris act with their S.O. in public pretty please???

In Public (M&C Sturniolo)

a/n: two in one day? iktr. send me more hcs. im obsessed. kept it cuteeeee, one little suggestive comment

Matthew:

-okay so we all know matt is not the pda type and i don't think that will ever change. but i think he'd be the type to always need an eye on you. big on checking in when you're in a group setting and making sure you're good.

-i feel like if you did that thing where you stop walking and see if your boyfriend notices or leaves you, he's turning around after like 3 steps and looking at you like you're crazy.

-in big crowds of people though, he's definitely reaching for you. holding your hand or making you walk in front of him and putting a hand on your back.

-at a group dinner, he will keep a hand on yours across the table or an arm over your chair or lightly on your shoulder.

-if you're shopping together, he's waiting outside the dressing room on the bench for you to give him a fashion show. loves when you run over and asks for his opinion and thinks it's the cutest thing ever.

-i can just imagine the crazy death stare he would give you when you try to swipe your card when he's there. you are embarrassing him, back the hell up.

-always wants to be close to you even if he's not touching you. the type to grab your chair and slide it closer to him.

-at family gatherings he sticks even closer, knowing you're probably nervous. holds your hand as he introduces you to people and pulls you away for breathers if you need it.

-but if you are leaving from a group hangout or something, he'd definitely walk to your car and kiss you. and turn bright red if his brothers see you and start gagging.

Christopher:

-now chris... doesn't give a single fuck... to an extent. like i know he said he'd make out with his girlfriend in a group but i don't think he'd want to make people uncomfortable so he wouldn't do too much.

-but he's the type to need hands on you constantly. if you guys are walking somewhere, he's grabbing your hand or hooking an arm around your neck. on a roadtrip? he's absolutely reaching back for your hand. sitting around a fire or a pool? he's pulling you into his lap for sure.

- at a family gathering, he's yanking you from person to person to show you off and introduce you. but if you are fidgeting or nervous, he'd notice and make some excuse to give you a break.

-always introduces you as his girl with a huge goofy smile.

-won't make out with you in public but definitely not shy about kissing you lightly. especially if it's just a few friends around. doesn't care at all about their teasing either and will just flip them off.

-at dinner, he already knows what time it is. just slides his plate over to pay the girlfriend tax before you can even ask for some.

-he's coming inside the dressing room with you and giving opinions in real time. and if you look a little too good in something he's definitely pulling you to him for a kiss.... or more.

-unfortunately, my boy is an airhead. so if you stop walking with him, he's definitely in Timbuktu by the time he notices. but would definitely sprint back, feeling horrible.

-loves watching you interact with his friends and family. it makes his heart so happy. so he'll just watch with a stupid grin on his face

"what are you staring at?"

"i just love you is all."

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teapartyprincess4two · 2 months

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Talkative- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Yapper!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship

summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

Talkative- N. Sturniolo (Nick’s Version)

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☆ SFW

It’s no secret that you love to talk, you can ramble on about topic after topic and never run out of things to say. Matt loves listening to you, whether you’re retelling your day or just discussing a topic you find interesting.

☆ you always ask him rhetorical questions in between your stories, “Okay, but can you believe she said that?” But you never give him enough time to respond.

☆ he just nods his head and hums in response, confused with all the characters of the story.

☆ when you’re watching a movie you always start asking questions about the characters or commenting on the scene.

☆ “why did they do that?” or “wow that’s a cute dress, I really like that.”

☆ most times he responds just so you know he’s listening, but other times he’ll ignore you because he’s too immersed in the movie.

☆ “Y/n I don’t fucking know, this is my first time watching this movie too,” and “That is a cute dress, baby. You’d look nice in it.”

☆ you’re ALWAYS last to finish your meal, mostly because you keep talking in between bites.

☆ he listens intently, responding in between mouthfuls of food with small “uh huh’s” and “yup’s.”

☆ by the end of your stories you’re usually not hungry anymore, so he eats your leftovers while you start yet another story.

☆ when you guys go through drive throughs he knows to just sit as far back into the drivers seat as possible.

☆ you’re leaning over him, chatting with the worker and somehow managing to learn their whole life story before you can even order.

☆ or when you’re going somewhere new and he needs the GPS you’ll constantly talk over it

☆ after missing like five exits, he begins to find it annoying

☆ “Babe, shhhhh,” he’ll smother your mouth with his hand while he grips the wheel with the other.

☆ that never stops you though, you just mumble from behind his hand.

☆ you’re such a good story teller that he can imagine everything you say.

☆ your stories have him dying of laughter, and it’s even funnier that you don’t laugh, you just continue telling the stories like normal.

☆ by the end of your story his face and ribs hurt from laughing so much, “Holy fuck that was hilarious.”

☆ when you say outlandish things he stares at you in shock, “Y/n! You can’t say that!”

☆ you just stare at him blankly and continue voicing your opinions.

☆ he looks at anyone who tells you to shut up with the ugliest, meanest stank face.

☆ you talk to EVERYONE whether it be in the checkout line in the grocery store or in the waiting room at the doctors office.

☆ Matt just turns away for one second and then when he looks back at you, you’re talking to an elderly lady and walking in the complete opposite direction.

☆ “Aw Matt, she said her cat died.”

☆ “Y/n, the cashier asked for your card.”

☆ “Oh, right! So sorry about that-”

☆ “You know what? I’ll pay for it,” he cuts you off before your rambling can distract you again.

☆ on the odd days that you’re quiet, he’ll know somethings wrong.

☆ you’re just sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on the TV or typing away mindlessly on your laptop.

☆ “What’s wrong with you?” he says abrasively, like if he’s upset that you’re quiet.

☆ you’ll just shake your head, choosing to remain silent.

☆ “Did somebody do something to you? Why are you so quiet?” he’s ready to fight whoever made you upset.

☆ “I’m just tired,” you mumble, followed with a quick shrug.

☆ He doesn’t pry, he just lays with you and waits until your mood picks up so he can listen to more stories.

☆ if he ever starts telling someone a story you’re quick to interrupt, “no that’s not what happened!”

☆ he playfully rolls his eyes and lets you take the spotlight.

☆ NSFW

Although Matt loves listening to you talk, sometimes it becomes too much. So, he has to get creative and think of ways to shut you up.

☆ the movie is getting good and you won’t stop talking, asking about the characters and the storyline.

☆ next thing you know you’re on your knees with Matt’s dick in your mouth.

☆ he’ll let you do all the work as he continues to watch the movie in silence.

☆ sometimes you’re a little too friendly with strangers.

☆ Matt’s not usually the jealous type, but he knows that guys get the wrong idea when you’re talking to them and that they mistake your friendliness for flirting.

☆ he’ll pull you away and take you to a secluded area, “we gotta go.”

☆ “Wait but I wasn’t finished talk-“

☆ “we gotta go, Y/n.”

☆ then he’s fucking you and making you talk to him through it, “C’mon, I thought you weren’t finished talking.”

☆ you’re forced to babble your way through it, each thrust fogging your brain more and more.

☆ other times he’ll let you use your words to praise him.

☆ like when he’s eating you out, he just wants to hear you say how good he’s doing.

☆ “Yes, baby, right there. You’re making me feel so good.”

☆ after, he’ll make you ride him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

☆ “You feel so good, baby. So big, I can’t take it.”

☆ your words are always enough to send him into a frenzy.

☆ he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking into you until he cums.

☆ when you guys are done having sex, he’ll cuddle into your side and lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

☆ these are the moments when he talks and you just listen, only chiming in occasionally.

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A/n:

YAP 🗣️YAP 🗣️YAP🗣️

thank you for this request I luv that I’m cementing my legacy as a certified yapper 😏

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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nicksbestie · 8 days

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Migraines - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Matt struggles with chronic migraines, and some days there isn't much that you can do, but that never means you don't try,

Warnings : mentions of vomiting and nausea, a small bit of crying

Word Count : 1313

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : i got inspo from this photo of matt <3

Living an entire two decades of life with chronic migraines was an absolutely miserable thing.

Matt was nearing his twenty-first birthday, and he was desperate to find something in his life that would help with these migraines. He had gone through prescription after prescription, doctor appointment after doctor appointment, specialist after specialist, and nothing had helped the splitting pain. He had a migraine tracker on his phone so that he could tell the percentage of how often he had migraines, and it was well over sixty percent of every month. It was quite depressing to look at, and even more depressing to live. It really affected Matt’s happiness and day to day life.

All of their YouTube videos were filmed on Matt’s good days. They would change outfits so that they could film five to six videos in one day, gathering a lot of topics so that they would have tons to post when it came time to put them all up. Both of his brothers were incredibly caring and didn’t mind the way that they had to do things, and both wanted to do everything possible to make it easier for their middle sibling. They rode with Matt in an Uber every time his migraine was too bad for him to drive, so that he wouldn’t have to be alone, especially at a doctor’s office, a place he was already generally hesitant to be at. They truly were always by his side, arguing with doctors that told him it was anxiety based, or that he was exaggerating, when he didn’t have the energy to argue for himself.

Today was a bad day for him. Chris and Nick had left before Matt had woken up, so they had no idea that he was struggling, because the light from his phone, even at the lowest setting, wasn’t low enough to not send stabbing pains through his head, so he hadn’t texted. He hadn’t had the energy to call and speak to them either. All he had done was gotten up and shut the blinds, covering them up with blackout screens that he had bought a couple years back, because he needed all of the light out. They worked incredibly well, and he had cut off the dim lighting in his room that he’d slept with, needing complete darkness.

He had no idea how long he had laid there, he just knew he was in pain. Unbeknownst to him, when you noticed that he didn’t reply to your text, you were immediately concerned, and already on your way over. You’d seen that he’d read it, so you knew he was awake, and he hadn’t replied. He never left you on read, unless he couldn’t bear to look at his phone screen any longer, which meant he had a terrible migraine. You’d wasted no time getting ready, and due to the fact that Matt didn’t wake up until almost two in the afternoon, you didn’t get over there until almost four. You had your own key, both because of instances like these, and because of the fact that you had been together for almost two years now. Letting yourself in, you texted Chris and Nick, telling them that you were there as well.

You wasted no time in going upstairs, gently opening Matt’s door, and immediately closing it behind you, because while the light in the hallway wasn’t on, the daylight would filter in, and you knew it would aggravate his head. Seeing him face down on the bed, under covers and pillows, you gently whispered your greeting, telling him so he wouldn’t freak out, though you doubted he had the energy to freak out on you. You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, rubbing his back and laying down next to him. He curled into your chest, and you could see the remnants of tear tracks on his face. You laid a kiss to his forehead, gently running your hand over it and through his hair. Your hands were a cooler temperature, and you could tell that it felt good and soothed his pain for a few seconds. You laid a palm on his forehead, wanting to help him feel better any way that you could.

You laid with him for about an hour, helping hold the trash can at the side of his bed when the pain got to be so bad that it caused him to throw up, helping wipe his face off and get him laid back down, before realizing he hadn’t eaten anything all day, so it probably wouldn’t get much better. You laid there for a little while longer, thinking about what to do to help him, when you remembered a trick that had helped you when you had a terrible migraine one day. You softly untangled yourself from him, whispering that he could stay right there and you would be right back.

You went into the bathroom, turning a small, very dim, light on in the corner so you could see what was going on around you. You began running a warm bath, letting it run while you went to get Matt a small snack. You set it down on the edge of the bathtub, on the side touching the wall, and went to go get your boyfriend. You picked out some clean clothes for him, grabbed him the water bottle from his nightstand as well, and led him to the bathroom. He knew where it was, of course, but the thought of opening his eyes for the chance of any light just made the pain intensify, so he trusted you to guide him.

By this point, the tub was about three quarters of the way full, and you helped him get in. You knew he hadn’t showered that day, and the warm water on your legs and feet helped with your migraines, so you hoped it would help him as well. Judging by the way his face began to relax once he was in the tub, his back against your chest, you were glad it took away a little bit of his pain. You kept the temperature of the bathroom cooler so that he wouldn’t overheat, but not enough for him to get cold. His eyes stayed closed, but they were a calm closed, not a scrunched, wincing in pain, closed. He didn’t speak much, but he took the water and food that he was offered, and a gentle smile crossed his face the longer he sat in the tub.

The longer you stayed there with him, gently running your hands through his hair, the more his breathing evened out, and the deeper it got, and eventually, you realized he had fallen asleep. He had been so tired from being in pain, even though he had only been up for about four hours, that when the pain had lessened dramatically, his body was so exhausted that he just fell asleep in comfortable arms. You stayed there with him until the water went cold, and even longer after that, because you couldn’t bear to disturb him. After about half an hour, you softly shook him awake, gently helping him stand. By this point, you had both basically air dried, and Matt only pulled on boxers and loose shorts to sleep in. You tugged on one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers as well, going back to bed with him.

As soon as he hit the bed, he was about to fall asleep again, and you pulled him back into your arms. You never minded taking care of him, knowing that he loved you more than words could say, and as he whispered a soft “I love you” into your chest, you knew you could do this for him for the rest of your life, and you could die happy.

“I love you more.”

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silversturn · 2 months

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Chris with animals☺️

He would want pets in a relationship and he’s so sweet and cute with animals

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #Chris #chris sturniolo pictures #chris sturniolo headcannon #chris sturniolo fluff #chris headcannon #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo

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bratzforchris · 2 months

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I love dad!Chris, but what about dad!Matt?

Dad Energy ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*

Dad!Matt headcanons because he would genuinely be the best father in the world and I have baby fever 😋 No warnings! Enjoy<3

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*

𐙚 matt sturniolo is 1000000% a girl dad. argue with a wall.

𐙚 he genuinely gets so excited when you tell him you're pregnant. he's always wanted to be a father, and now he gets to do it with the love of his life<3

𐙚 since multiples are genetic, you'd probably end up with little twin girls

𐙚 shopping for and decorating the nursery is probably the most fun you two have ever had together and matt definitely goes overboard with the toys and decorations

"matt, we have a lamb stuffed animal for both of them, babe"

"but this one has a bow"

𐙚 doing belly photoshoots every week and he always makes sure there's a photo of him kissing your belly because he wants your girls to know that he loves them in every way, shape, and form

𐙚 matt's the most supportive husband during labor; feeding you ice chips, wiping your face with a cool cloth, and holding your hand the whole time. even the nurses and doctors comment on how in love with you he looks and acts

𐙚 he definitely cries the first time he holds your daughters and he isn't ashamed of it

𐙚 "you're going to grow up to be just like me and your uncles"

"oh god, i don't think the world can handle that"

𐙚 when he does the dad walk out of the hospital carrying the carseats and wearing the other parents bracelet...

𐙚 having twins is not easy, but matt is so supportive of you and his babies. whenever they wake up in the middle of the night needing a feed or a change, he gently presses a kiss to your head and tucks in you, saying that he's got it

"you just rest, hun. they'll be okay with daddy for a while"

𐙚 matt always makes funny faces at the girls to make them laugh

𐙚 once they start getting into the toddler stage and are able to play with toys and stuffed animals, he gives them his stuffed animals from when he was a kid<3

𐙚 the twins look just like him with the same fluffy brown hair and bright blue eyes

𐙚 speaking of toddlers, the terrible two's aren't as bad when you and matt handle it together

"how did they get spaghetti sauce behind the refrigerator..."

"they take after chris"

𐙚 both of your daughters are so attached to matt. they love giving him makeovers, making him play barbies and tea party, and every art project they do in preschool says "to daddy!!!" in their baby scrawl

𐙚 matt never, ever raises his voice at them. he knows how bad it can feel to think someone's mad at you, even as a little kid, so he always uses gentle voices and soft coaxing when parenting

𐙚 they LOVE to color in his tattoos and "make them pretty"

𐙚 even though the girls are twins, you and matt both make sure to spend quality time with each of them

𐙚 matt is there for everything. he doesn't miss a single ballet recital, soccer game, or school fair

𐙚 he's not ashamed to do "girly" things either. he'll sit through manicures, hair styling, and come to every daddy/daughter dance

𐙚 "you're the best dad ever, you know that, right?"

"what can i say? marylou raised me well"

𐙚 you definitely have to hold him back the first time one of your daughters get their heartbroken

𐙚 matt never makes his daughters feel bad or weird when they start going through puberty. he loves them just the same and reminds them that it's totally normal. sometimes, he'll even bring them some extra chocolate

𐙚 both girls get matching tattoos with him on their 18th birthday

𐙚 matt would genuinely be the sweetest, most supportive father and husband. he always puts your and your daughter's needs before his own, because he knows he signed up for that, and he's glad to fill those shoes<3

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imwetforyourmom · 21 days

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hi can u do headcannons (or a fic idm) of like people pleaser!reader and bf!matt who like stands up for her or tells people off on her behalf?

I really hope this makes even the slightest bit of sense

thank you so much, I love ur writing sm🤍🫶🏼

people pleaser!reader x matt headcannons!

(I have never done hcs ever, so if its bad thats mb, also I didnt know if you wanted nsfw but I js didnt bc I dont rllt know how to nsfw people pleaser x matt but if tou want me to retry it dont hesitate to ask!!)

warnings: angst, swearing

a/n: I dont rlly know how to write people pleasers and such so thats why its short, but I can try again if you’d like, I also love this idea, thank you anon!! <33

- the second someone pushes you around and or walks all over you hes quick to shut it down.

“alright listen man, it was one thing when you told her to fuck off, but telling her to shut the fuck up is another. I need you to leave.”

- when matt notices that someone is using you to their advantage or even notices you going out of your way to please them on several occasions hes getting it done and over with, quick.

“okay. enough y/n, come sit with me. you dont need to do everything for that asshole, k?”

^ he made sure to say it extra loud so the guy heard what matt had said about him.

- after matt had told someone off for being rude to you, you sat down next to him with your head hung low and your eyes filled with tears of guilt.

“baby, whats wrong?” he asked, his arm coming over to your back and rubbing your shoulder.

“that wasnt nice of you to yell at him.. look at him, I feel guilty now.” you spoke, your voice slightly shaky as you motioned to the man whom was anxiously biting his lip with his mouth closed shut, after matt had told him to keep it shut.

“it also wasnt nice of him to yell at you and call you names, was it?” he grumbled, just looking at the guy made him angrier, especially knowing you felt bad for him.

- “no, no, if you want me to. I can!” you spoke, a soft smile on your face as you talked to the girl infront of you, in which the girl had a smirk on her face, catching onto your patterns.. doing anything for the sake of pleasing her.

matt, on the other hand, stood behind you and glared at the girl, his jaw clenching with pure irritation. matt cleared his throat, trying to get the girls attention. and once her eyes met his he brought his hand up and flipped her off.

- in ways of showing you he wasnt happy with what you were doing he’d do subtle motions with his hands or look at you a certain way. you’ve learned that his jaw clenched tightly shut and his eyes glaring at you, then a quick look at the person you were currently giving your everything, is a way of him indicating he wanted you stop what you were doing.

- watching you adapt someone elses personality to try and seem more approachable and less weird truly angers him, despite knowing he cant do anything about it. he feels you should know that you’re perfect just the way you are and dont need to be accepted by everyone, they should like you for who you are.

- “oh..” you mumble, your head hung low as somone insults you and your interests. you cant say anything nor do anything, its not in your nature. you just have to sit there and take it, in fear of disappointing them. and since matt wasnt with you, there wasnt any way in stopping the next few minutes of being insulted.

later that day, when you come home your cheeks are tear-stained, you have mascara running down your cheeks and your breathing is uneven.. theres no way in hell you’re hiding this from matt. you take gentle steps as you walk to his room, slowly pushing his door open and taking small sniffles.

with hearing the door creak open matts lips turn into a grin, that is, until he lifts his head up to the sight of you, looking like you just bawled for hours on end. he quickly tosses his phone on his bed and walks over to you, engulfing you in his arms. already knowing what was going on he didnt ask anything, instead just comforted you.

- “ok! im fucking tired of your shit dude! you’ve been bossing, walking all over her, degrading and just overall being a total dickhead to her!” matt yelled, finally getting enough of this kid being rude to his girlfriend. he stood up from his chair and walked over to carlos. he stood tall and high infront of him. y/n moved behind matt and grabbed his hand, holding it and lightly squeezing, at an attempt to calm him down.

“matt, baby, its okay. im fine. dont yell at him.” y/n whispered, your voice quiet as you spoke. you avoided eye contact with carlos. “no, its not okay! hes being a total asshole to you, y/n. you dont deserve to be treated like that.” he turned around to face you. his voice no longer being loud as he spoke with sincerity towards you.

- you being treated rudely didnt always end up with him yelling at someone. when he wasnt fuming with anger, he would grab your hand and hold it, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin, then pull you into him, in a sense of protection and to tell you ‘enough’ without speaking.

- matt would act almost immediately when he even sees the beginning signs of you starting to act and do everything possible for the person you’re talking to. he would lean down in your ear and mumble quietly, “relax, my love.”

- again, he would make sure to be extra loud about shit talking someone when calling you over to him just to make sure that they know what matt thinks of them.

“cmon baby, that poor excuse of a friend doesnt deserve you.”

“hes being an asshole, my love. dont suck up to him.”

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angelic-sturniolos111 · 5 months

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PDA

Matt Sturniolo bf headcannons

warnings: kinda sorta nsfw at points

author’s note: some of these are like, semi-public? idk just play along you get the gist.

you knew physical touch was his love language when you met, that was evident, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would be doing once you two actually started dating

mans is BIG on hand holding (his large hands with your small ones make you think dirty things every-time tbh)

^ he’s always bringing your hands up so he can kiss the back of yours

at outings/parties he always has a hand around your waist, and gives you kisses on your forehead or cheek every now and then while you’re deep in conversation with someone

too shy to make out with you at parties, but he always makes sure you’re standing in front of him leaning back against him (he usually gets hard bc you’ll sway your hips against him— you know what you’re doing 😉)

periodically squeezes your ass. always. everywhere. mall, restaurant, party, airport… he’s giving a cheek a brief but firm squeeze when he thinks no one is looking

HUGS. FROM. BEHIND. his fav and go-to move. always hugging you from behind everywhere you go. leaning his head into the crook of your neck and moving his hands to lightly grip your waist 🤭

loves giving you hickeys in the bedroom so everyone knows you’re his

you’re his passenger princess… while his left hand is steering his other is gripping your thigh [a/n: that was cringe sorry]

^ he likes to hold the car door open for you because he’s a hopeless romantic sometimes

^^ he holds every door open for you though

if you’re in public (party, club, whatever) and he sees a guy looking at you in a way he doesn’t particularly like he’ll immediately bring you in for a passionate kiss while he slides his hand down to your ass

[bonus for my tatted babes!!!!] he loves rubbing his thumb along your tattoos 😩 just so loving and fluffy and heartfelt and tbh they turn him onnnnnn

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Love you all babes!

-Kay 🖤

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #let’s trip tour #versus tour #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo headcannons

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mxqdii · 3 months

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hi ! i was wondering if you could write chris sturniolo x girly girl hc’s? if that’s okay. i love your work btw 💕

headcannons - c.s x girly gf

pairings: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: headcannons!

warning(s): none

not proofread

okay so, right off the bat when you guys start talking, he adores your girlyness and finds it so cute

when you wear bows? he absolutely melts

finds the cute unique hairstyles you do adorable (buys you accessories to use like clips, bows, ribbons, etc.)

when you're in another room, looks at your makeup and takes pictures, just to buy you new stuff he knows you like

literal sugar daddy (jkjk) but he would buy you anything and everything, even when you insist you dont need anything, he is determined to spoil you

valentines day bro goes ALL OUT. i mean teddy bear, picnic, dinner, dior, victoria secret, prada, he spares no expense to treat his girl with whatever she wants

loves when you wear little skirts and cant help but stare (hes a boy what can we do)

princess treatment bc you're a princess

helps you take off your makeup for you when you're too tired

buys you flowers (pink ones) every few days

keeps one of the flowers so he knows when they're dying (he buys you new ones asap)

"princess" "love" "baby"

does not let you lift a "pretty little finger" as he likes to say, bc why would you do anything when he can help you?

when buying you things, always gets the pink option, whether its toothbrush, makeup brush, hair clips, blankets, snacks, always chooses pink

wears the bra strap bracelet on his wrist (its pink ofc)

helps pick out the design to get your nails done and pays for them ofc

(its a bonus for him tho cause he likes when you rub your nails through his hair)

brings you tea/coffee every morning

TAGLIST:

@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor @its-jennarose @thetriplets3 @gottamakemyhatersmad @luvsturniolo

#madispeaks!#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #fluff #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo headcannons #matt sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo

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rootbeerworshiper · 3 months

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Normal (part 8)

pairing: fem!character + matt sturniolo

summery: Abigail and Matt have been best friends for years and practically grew up together. the two hiding their feelings for one another, until one stupid drunken dare changes things.

warnings: nothing other than tooth rotting fluff and swearing as always

i’m so obsessed with this story you guys

love, sienna <3

i need fresh air, i need to breathe.

it’s dark in the room i’m sharing with Nick, but i try my best to get out of bed quietly and begin to make my way to the door, walking slowly to avoid Nick waking up.

i just need to be alone right now with my thoughts and i’m too overwhelmed to stay quiet next to the sleeping boy.

once i close the door behind myself i walk towards the back door, almost in a hurry, desperate to feel at peace.

i slide the door open just to see the clear sky with an abundance of stars scattered throughout.

the backyard is actually nice, although we don’t spend much time in it. it has an underground pool that connects to a hot tub with a leather patch of grass and a patio area. i take it upon myself to sit in the grass and run my hands through the blades, trying desperately to slow my breathing.

i’ve never felt so lost.

i’m without the one thing that brings me balance and it’s driving me insane.

i lay my back onto the cold grass and place my hands on my stomach, looking at the sky and i try to think positive.

my attempts of positivity fail though, and yet another tear streams down my cheek as i reminisce on how life was a few years ago. i’d do anything to go back.

at this point i’m completely lost in my overwhelming thoughts, they flood my brain and somehow drown out the sound of the back door being opened.

i don’t even notice anyone has joined me until i look to the right and see him.

laying next to me, hands feeling the grass now and his knees propped up by his uggs. his hair is messy, not in a bad way of course, but it doesn’t look like he’s been resting.

i wipe my tear immediately when i realize the boy i’m crying about is looking right at me.

i cant read his face. hits of concern, but also a sense of anxiety riddled throughout, as if him and i are both overthinking.

i go to sit up. “sorry i just needed fresh air i’ll-“ he grabs my hand and motions for me to lay back down, still not saying a word.

i lay my back back down, looking to him as he averts his attention to the sky. “you’re a libra right?” i just nod, completely speechless at this new demeanour of his. “i think i can see it in the sky, or wait is that virgo? i get confused”

i smile. “it’s libra you’re right. libra has the triangle shape and virgo doesn’t so that’s how i remember”

“right you told me that in grade 7 and i still forgot” he continues to blissfully look at the sky, and i can’t help but look at him, i could not be more confused.

i begin to shift uncomfortably, biting my lip as i always do when i’m uncomfortable, also what i do when i’m trying to suppress emotions. i look back to the sky and my teeth sink into my bottom lip.

next thing i feel is Matt’s hand grabbing mine, softly, intimately. he just rubs circles on the back of my hand and i stop biting my lip.

i’m still not sure what he’s doing, i can’t tell where his heads at in the slightest.

“Matt?” i look at the boy and eventually his eyes meet mine, our faces a few inches apart. i sigh. i guess this is it.

“i need to tell you something that’s been eating me alive, but i don’t want us to stop being friends, i need us to be okay after i say this” he furrows his eyebrows

“Abi there is nothing you could say that would make me want you out of my life. nothing okay?” he squeezes me hand reassuringly.

i nod. although still not entirely convinced he’s telling the truth. “i need you to let me say what i need to say and i need you to listen okay?” he just nods. okay.

i literally feel sick. like the pit in my stomach has over taken me and i’m just a hole of a human.

i wish things were different i wish things were never messed up i wish-

“Bee?” right. i look to the sky before i begin speaking.

“i’ve been uh really confused recently because- no that’s not right uh” i stumble over my words. why the fuck can’t i say what i’m thinking? “you know how i sophomore year we- no that’s not it either sorry”

fuck this is impossible. “sorry i don’t know if i can do this i thought i was ready i just can’t put my thoughts into words”

“take your time. i’ll wait for you” he says simply, a stand of hair falling over his face. god he’s cute.

“i think- no. i know that i like you. and before you reject me i just need to get this off my chest” i can see he’s surprised but if i stop now the words will never come out.

“since you kissed me in sophomore year i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. and i tried distracting myself with other guys but they never filled the void and i didn’t know why. i wanted so desperately to stop thinking about you like that and i’ve felt so guilty for seeing you in that way and not telling you but i wasn’t sure how. and then i gave you the hickey and i realized that i may never get over you, because it felt so right you know? and uh then the whole hot tub thing which i get if you regret but uh your just the only guy that’s ever made me feel that way and part of me is scared that your the only one who ever can. i’ve tried so hard to stop liking you but every thing you do just makes me more and more attracted to you and it’s out of my control. i’m sorry uh if you don’t feel the same or whatever i just don’t wanna stop being friends it’s just that-“

“Abigail.” he looks directly at me. still holding my hand.

“fuck Matt you can’t look at me like that it’s not fair” i sigh and he just smiles. “don’t laugh at me i’m vulnerable right now” i slap his arm and he just laughs.

“can i kiss you?”

my breathing stops and i sit up to get a better look at him “what?”

he sits up too, now facing me as we sit together in some random patch of grass. “i could give you my whole long story about how much i like you or i could just kiss you” he says as if it’s the most casual thing in the world.

it takes me a moment to process his very clear words. “okay”

he furrows his eyebrows. “okay as in you want to kiss me or?”

i roll my eyes and smile, without saying another word i lean in.

this kiss is different than the last few we’ve shared. it’s soft and careful, it’s nice.

his hands cup my face and i smile onto his lips as my hands make their way to his hair.

we pull away slowly, as if the last thing we want to do is leave each other but we do need to breathe, and so our foreheads are now pressed on one another’s smiling faces.

this is until more worry sets in. i do know he likes me back, but that’s the extent of it. “i think i am gonna need the long story now, i’m curious” i smile, my face moving further away from his so i can fully look at him.

he just sighs, although it’s dark i can still see the tint of pink that’s made it’s way to his cheeks. something id like to see more often.

“is it too cheesy if i say it started when i first saw you?” i cringe, even though it is adorable.

“it is but that’s okay” we lay back down, my head now on his shoulder and our hands holding each others as we look at the stars.

“okay well yeah i saw you in 4th grade and i thought to myself ‘wow she’s so pretty i should go sit with her’ and then when i found out you were listening to black eyed peas that was it for me” he dramatically grabs his heart. “i used to get mad at Chris and Nick all the time because i was so scared you’d like them and not me so any chance i had to sit next to you i took, i even attempted to learn all the constellations but as you know i’m still shit”

i just smile and nudge my head impossibly closer to him. this doesn’t feel real.

“then i kissed you in sophomore year and it’s all i could think about, like it clouded my every thought. i tried my best to get over you after seeing you kiss another guy but it didn’t work. it’s also why i got Chris to invite those random influencer girls to that party, i needed to distract myself from you. anyways and then you gave me that hickey and i didn’t know what to do. part of me wanted to be bold and make a move but i knew that you were drunk and probably just gave it to me because we were already close so i didn’t, but i also couldn’t sit there because i couldn’t breathe having you next to me after that so i went to think in my room.”

he rambles but i’m okay with it, i love listening to him talk as he rubs circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. “i don’t know how relevant that all is but yeah. and the thing in the hot tub literally made me insane. i couldn’t stop thinking about it, you are just perfect. in every way possible. and i just spent so much of my life hoping you’d feel the same about me. god i really am cheesy Chris is right” he rolls his eyes.

“that’s okay i like it” i smile. “i can’t believe that went on for so long, it took us forever to tell each other, jesus”

he nods “it was definitely painful but i’m glad it’s over. i wasn’t sure i could go without kissing you again” he says as he kisses my forehead.

“so i like you and you like me and we both want to continue kissing each other…” i egg on waiting for him to say what i desperately need to hear.

he pulls back slightly so that he’s making eye contact with me again. “i wasn’t expecting to ask you out while laying in grass but somehow it’s fitting”

he laughs. “Bee will you be my girlfriend?”

i feel like i’m in sophomore year all over again by the way my stomach flutters at the nickname. “yes Matty i’d love to” i kiss him again. i’m addicted to it.

this kiss is fuelled with more passion as his tongue slips into my mouth. his lips are so soft and they fit mine perfectly, like a puzzle piece that was just missing under the couch for a decade.

we sit in the grass for another hour, as close as we can possibly be, telling each other all the things we haven’t been able to before.

i have my best friend back. and now i can kiss him as much as i want.

unfortunately though, we do have to go back inside, and inevitably part ways.

it’s silly to be upset at, we’ll see each other tomorrow and every day after that, but now that we have the opportunity to do all the things we’ve waited to do for years it’s hard to want to stop.

we make our way inside, trying our best to contain our laughter. “matt shut the fuck up i swear to god i’ll tape your mouth shut” i whisper yell, slowly opening the patio door.

“come here” he averts my attention back to him, grabbing my hands in his as i look up at him.

“matt we need to go to sleep it’s five in the morning” i say, still holding his hands but trying my best to remain quiet.

“what if i just wanna kiss my girlfriend?” he asks, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek, and then the neck, and then my forehead. i could melt, but once again we need to go to bed.

i pull away, a smile still plastered on my face. “okay pretty boy enough you can resume tomorrow”

he frowns dramatically but i ignore it and continue to make my way back inside. the two of us practically tip toeing until we made it to the hallway that separates our rooms.

i lean in to him to whisper in his ear “goodnight Matt”

he wraps his arms around my waist and leans his head down to whisper back. “goodnight Abi”

and just like that we separate, back to our respective rooms even though we’d much rather be together.

i feel so incredibly giddy as i step in, my cheeks hurting from how much i’ve been smiling.

if Nick weren’t asleep directly in front of me i’d jump up and down, but for obvious reasons i don’t.

instead making my way into bed with the same stupid smile on my face.

i’d really like for this to become the new normal.

a/n: AHHHH kicking my feet and giggling omg i didn’t know i was capable of that but uh! enjoy!

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo headcannons #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt girl #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets fan fiction #sturniolo fanfic

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dwntwn-strnlo · 10 months

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CLINGY matt sturniolo headcanons

CLINGY MATT WHERE; hes always touching you. whether its holding your hand across the glove box, or a finger loosely wound through your belt loops.

CLINGY MATT WHERE; he'll sit on the bathroom floor, talking mindless conversations while you take a shower.

CLINGY MATT WHERE; if you're going to bed early, so is he. it doesnt matter if he still has a few hours of staying up left in him.

CLINGY MATT WHERE; he insists on helping you cook everything. even if its just boiling water for some pasta, or grabbing a bowl out of the cabinet for your cereal in the morning.

CLINGY MATT WHERE; he'll offer to drive you to your friends house even though you're fully capable of driving yourself.

CLINGY MATT WHERE; hes always texting you if your away from each other. even if hes in a meeting with laura, or if you ran to the gas station for fifteen minutes.

CLINGY MATT WHERE; he'll ask to read your book with you just to hear your voice.

CLINGY MATT WHERE; if you stay home from school or work, he'll skip just to make sure your not alone.

TAGLIST

@slvt444smvt @thetriplets3 @p1harmonydelulu @stxrniqlo @ifilwtmfc @iha8you @oneirophobic @20nugs

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #headcannons #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #one shot #imagine #christopher sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader

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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months

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Ya girl just wants some snuggle hcs for Chris or Matt (preferably Matt cause I'ma Matt girl XD)

Cuddles HC (Matthew)

- matt doesn't seem like the overly affectionate from the get go type, so i think the first time y'all cuddle you would def have to initiate it.

-like you'd be watching a movie or scrolling on your phone and you'd lay your head in his lap or curl into his side and he'd be just frozen for a second.

-or it'd be like completely without him thinking about it. like he'd just flop down on the couch and pull you on top of him on instinct.

-but after that? oh it takes the damn swat team to get that man off of you. your arms tired? he's switching positions. you're too hot? that's okay, he's got a fan. he's the ceo of "where are you going? come back."

-his favorite is when you're already in bed and he can come in after filming or hanging out with his brothers and just crawl on top of you like a starfish lol. he likes to rest his head on your chest and let you run your fingers through his hair.

-loves when he's playing video games and you curl up in his lap to watch or take a nap. will literally end a stream if it means you will come let him hold you.

-if you're the type to fall asleep when you watch movies together (me core), there's no way he's moving a muscle or waking you up. his brothers just find you guys in the morning knocked out on the couch.

-if you have a bad day or a headache, he's letting you lay down on his chest or between his legs while he gives you a scalp massage. both hands in your hair and pressing kisses to the side of your head (🥹)

a/n: this is the first headcannon i've done so idk if this is what you wanted. it's kind of short idk and i wanted to keep it fluffy but i can do a part 2 if you want.

taglist: @sturniolho @sttzee @tillies33ssss @miloisdone1 @sstvrnioloo @sturnioloslurps

#sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo oneshots #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo headcanon #sturniolo headcannon #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo oneshot

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teapartyprincess4two · 2 months

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Carnal Desires- M. Sturniolo

pairing: girlfriend!reader x boyfriend!Matt

classification: smut

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, slight cursing, oral sex, established relationship, short, no use of y/n

inspiration: request, I put a big spin on this request lolol bc I’ve written car sex before and felt like we needed something different

summary: You join Matt and his family on a vacation, and get lost together while on a hike. Instead of freaking out, you two take advantage of the sudden alone time.

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This vacation was supposed to be fun for you, full of laughter and adventures as you and Matt’s family explored the island and all it had to offer. You were looking forward to spending alone time with Matt in between the week’s packed schedule, maybe sneak in a session or two, but instead you were forced to share a room with Nick.

You love Nick and you wouldn’t mind sharing a room with him under any other circumstances, but all you wanted was quality time with your boyfriend. Mary Lou made the room arrangements, and although she knows you and Matt were having sex regularly, it wasn’t going to happen under her watch. So, instead of enjoying your time in paradise with your boyfriend, you’re being tortured and touch-starved.

Matt feels the same way every time he sees you wearing a bikini at the pool, a pair of shorts that hug you just right, or even when you’re eating and he watches your lips wrap around a fork. All he wants to do is drag you away and fuck you in the nearest secluded area, but he had to remind himself to keep his interactions with you family friendly.

This was going to be such a long trip to say the least.

—

“Watch your step, baby,” Matt instructs, pointing towards the rocks that litter the path ahead. You hated hiking, especially in the hot island sun, but the tour guide promised a waterfall at the end that you just couldn’t pass up. You offer Matt a kind smile, holding onto him for support as you trudge further and further up the mountain. His arm stiffens as he supports your weight, helping you push yourself up a large rock.

His eyes trail up your legs, the shorts you’re wearing riding up slightly and exposing your asscheek. All week he’s struggled to keep his hands off of you, especially with his family so close all the time. But they’re pretty far up the hiking trail, he wonders if he’ll have enough time to push you up against the rock, pull down your shorts, and finally fuck you.

He debates it for a while, chewing the inside of his lip to distract himself from the growing sensation in his pants, but he’s broken from his thoughts by your voice, “Matt c‘mon we’re gonna get lost out here!” You’re crouched at the edge of the rock, stretching an arm out for him which causes your top to fall forward just enough to expose the bikini you’re wearing underneath.

All he wants to do is rip it off and watch your tits bounce as you ride him. “I’m coming,” he grunts, taking a hold of your hand and using the other to push himself up. He’s sweaty and sunburnt, slowly becoming tired of this dumb hike. You can tell he’s becoming overwhelmed and annoyed, so you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Don’t be so grumpy,” you tease with a downturned smile, pecking his lips playfully. His jaw is clenched, trying to stretch his neck far enough for you to miss his mouth. Your lips fall on his jaw, feathering a few kisses down his neck teasingly. “C’mon baby, just a little smile,” you continue to tease, your breath tickling the skin of his neck.

A small chuckle finally escapes his mouth, his tough guy demeanor crumbling and being replaced with a playful expression. “Why are you so grumpy?” your tone is still cheery because, despite also being tired, you’re trying to remain positive.

“Because we’re lost,” he replies blankly, allowing his arms to snake around your waist until his arms rest comfortable on your ass. He squeezes your ass, massaging the skin shortly after. You see the opportunity for a corny remark and take it, “I’m not lost if I’m with you.”

This causes him to burst out in laughter, finally giving in and returning the kiss, “you’re so fucking corny.” You smile into the kiss, you knew exactly what to do to make him feel better.

“I can make you feel better,” you reply between kisses, allowing your lips to travel further down his jawline and neck. He hums in response, the suggestion immediately sending blood rushing to his dick. You take this as an invitation to go through with your actions, slowly kneeling in front of Matt until you’re facing his crotch.

He watches in shock and excitement as you wiggle into the ground and begin unbuckling his shorts. Were you really going to suck his dick in the middle of the dense jungle? What if someone else came through the hiking path? Or worse, what if his family emerged from the dense flora and caught you with his dick in your mouth? As frightening as the idea was, it was also exciting, and Matt never the type to turn down a blowjob.

He watches in awe as you pull his shorts down, palming his dick through the fabric of his boxers. You kiss his penis through the cloth, waiting for a reaction from Matt. “Don’t tease,” he groans, causing you to finally slowly pull his boxers down.

Once it’s free, Matt’s hard dick slaps against his stomach, precum already forming at the red, swollen tip. You take a firm grip of him, slowly pumping and placing a sloppy kiss on his tip. He tastes salty, his precum mixing with the sweat from having hiked for hours.

His jaw is slack and his eyes are scrunched as you finally wrap your mouth around his tip. You’d usually take your time and tease Matt until he was begging for you to do something, but you’re so hungry for him that you can’t help but deep throat him instantly. Matt’s tip hits the back of your throat, causing him to instinctively buck his hips into your mouth.

Strong hands take a hold of your hair, creating a make-shift ponytail to provide him with the leverage necessary to fuck your face. You’re gagging around his cock, his hips snapping into your face and his hands pushing your head back and forth. Tears brim at your eyes with each thrust, your hands holding onto Matt’s thighs both for support and in an attempt to slow his movements.

He’s unrelenting, though, forgetting entirely about your need for oxygen. You moan around him, cheeks hollowing tight enough to help push Matt past his breaking point. His eyes are training on you, watching in awe as bubbles of saliva drip down your chin.

“So. Fucking. Sexy,” he grunts with each thrust, pulling out completely with a loud pop. Matt pumps his cock from above your face, giving you enough time to catch your breath before you’re opening your mouth again for him. He groans at your willingness to please, placing his fat, heavy cock on your flat tongue.

You scoot closer to him eagerly, waiting for him to paint your tongue with his cum. “So beautiful and eager,” he murmurs, stroking his cock one last time before unloading his cum in your mouth. Some of it shoots out far enough to land on your face, engraving an image in Matt’s head that he’s sure to use later.

One of your fingers scoops up the stray cum that frosted tour face, popping the remnants in your mouth as you stare intently at Matt. You want him to remember this for the remainder of this trip, to think about you on your knees with his cum on your face. You want him to remember how well you took his cock and for images of you to flood his mind at night, forcing him to find you and fuck you in another secluded, undisclosed location.

Without another word, you kiss his tip and spring up from the floor. “I think they went this way,” you say, pointing in a random direction, but if you were being honest you lost track of the group long before you dropped to your knees. Matt watches you in confusion, how were you able to recover so easily while he still stood there with his cock out? He’s barely coming down from his high, but he pulls his pants up and follows you anyway.

Matt’s skeptical, not entirely trusting your sense of direction. “Are you sure? It doesn’t look like anyone’s gone that way… ever,” he replies, taking in his surroundings. You wave him off, pushing through highly forested terrain as you attempt to find the group again.

“I’m sure. We’ll be fine,” you dismiss, leading the way deeper into the jungle. Hopefully Matt remained in a good mood for the rest of the hike, if not you’d be forced to work your magic again.

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At this point you don’t know which way is left and which is right, you’re just walking for the sake of moving. There are no trails in sight, but there are rocks at every twist and turn, and the sun is beginning to set. “I think we’re lost,” you finally admit, stopping abruptly in your tracks and doing a full 360 in an attempt to relocate yourself.

“You think?” Matt replies in a sarcastic tone, running an exasperated hand through his hair. You ignore his tone, chalking it up to the hike having worn him out. He was easily irritable, but you knew of a few ways to fix that.

“Well I hear water this way. That could be the waterfall?” you say, throwing a thumb behind you to signal that that’s where you hear the water coming from. Matt’s equally as lost as you are, but since you were the one leading the way it was easy to place the blame on you. “It could be, but what if it isn’t?” he retorts, raising his voice slightly.

“We’re already lost, Matt. What does it matter if it isn’t the waterfall?” you reply, mocking his voice slightly as you send him an annoyed look. You decide to just ignore him and begin walking towards the water instead of arguing in the middle of a deserted island, surrounded by dense vegetation and predators that were sure to wake when the sun set.

Matt throws his hands up in the air out of frustration as he follows behind you. If you were Chris or Nick he probably would’ve lashed out at you already, but he bites his tongue because he realizes that there’s no point in arguing. The only reason he’s responding so harshly is because he’s letting the situation and his pent up sexual frustration get the best of him.

The water gets louder the further you walk and the air becomes cooler. Finally, after pushing past vines and leaves, you see the roaring stream of water. Foam forms at the edge of the cliff where the water meets the ground, creating a large pool deep enough to swim in. It was such a beautiful sight, you couldn’t help but immediately throw your backpack to the ground and kick your shoes off.

“Told you it was the waterfall,” you say in excitement, suddenly feeling energetic again. You make swift work of your shirt, removing it before unbuckling your shorts. Matt’s equally as excited, tugging his shorts off as he watches you shimmy out of yours.

Your ass jiggles each time you pull at your shorts, finally revealing the bikini you wore underneath. Matt’s in his boxers, the fabric loose around his thighs but becoming tight around his crotch. He’s no longer frustrated with you, all he can think about is fucking you in the water, the water splashing each time he bucks into you.

His carnal, animalistic desires overrun his mind as images of you on the jungle floor with his cock balls deep in your mouth replay in his head. Matt joins you in the cool water, ready to have another adventure with you.

—

The sun has set and the moon has now replaced its position in the sky, shining down on you both while you effortlessly wade through the water. The pool is deep enough to reach your shoulders, but it reaches Matt’s lower chest. The loud, relentless waterfall makes it hard to hear Matt when he speaks so you’re forced to press your face against his to hear him.

“You look so sexy, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his face so close to yours that you can feel his stubble graze your cheek with each word. Matt’s hands pull you close to him from under the water, allowing your legs to wrap around his torso as he supports your weight. Your ass settles just above his crotch, inches away from his throbbing penis.

You hum in response, pulling your face away slightly to capture his lips in a kiss. Nature managed to provide you with the perfect ambiance, perfectly secluded from all civilization for the first time this week. “I missed you all week,” you whispered into the kiss, giving Matt the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He’s immediately moaning into the kiss, his tongue lapping in your sweet juices. He places two strong hands on your ass, pushing you down on his growing erection, eliciting a strained whimper from you. “Feel that?” he grunts, forehead flush with yours as he presses his crotch so hard on yours you can feel everything. His eyes are locked on yours, searching for a reaction.

Your core clenches instinctively at his words, you wish you could feel him. It seems like the waterfall becomes louder the more worked up you become, both of you blissfully unaware of the world around you. The stars are twinkling from above and the moon is shining directly on the pool of water you swim in, serving as a spotlight for the show you and Matt were about to put on.

His mouth is back on you, hungrily trailing kisses down the wet skin of your neck. He stops right above your collar bone, sucking and biting the skin until it’s purple. You’re gripping his hair and grinding down onto him, allowing the water to help you move effortlessly. All you want is to feel him closer after an entire week apart.

“Matt, just fuck me already,” you moan, becoming desperate for his touch. Usually he’d tease you and tell you to be patient, but even he was desperate for relief. He pulls you into another kiss, swiftly tugging his cock out of his boxers in the process. You try adjusting yourself over Matt, his fingers expertly moving your bikini to the side, causing you to squirm slightly as the fabric presses against your sensitive clit.

“Stay still,” he grumbles, aligning his cock with your entrance. You immediately do as you you’re told, eager to please and even more eager to feel him inside you. Without a second thought, his left hand is pushing you down on him and the right is keeping his cock in place. An immediate sigh of relief leaves Matt’s mouth once he bottoms out inside of you, adjusting himself so he’s able to support you from under your thighs. The sensation is euphoric, causing Matt’s knees to tremble as he tries to ground himself on the rocky floor beneath him.

Your legs are wrapped around Matt’s waist, using the position as leverage to begin bouncing up and down on his dick slowly. The momentum of your movements causes the water to push and pull around you, slapping against your chest with each thrust. “I missed this,” he moans, eyes squeezed tight as he tries to compose himself. The feeling is so pent up that he’s sure to bust in seconds, so he focuses on lasting long so he can make you feel good.

“I missed this too, baby. So much,” you reply, hanging on by Matt’s shoulders as you throw your head back in pleasure. You’re clenching around him, your pussy sucking him in deeper. Loud moans are coming from both of you, the waterfall swallowing them and washing them away.

Matt watches as your boobs bounce violently, threatening to spill out of your tight bikini top. It’s like they’re teasing him, willing him to pull the bikini off and toss it deep into the jungle. He yanks it down before he can stop himself, freeing your tits and immediately groaning at the sight.

You look so sexy on top of him, taking him like a champ and giving him a show while doing it. His hips rut into you quickly, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. Your tits press against his chest, sensitive nipples grazing against his skin.

He’s fucking you so hard and fast at this point that his dick slips out of you, slapping against your clit in the process. The sensation causes your legs to shake and your core to clench once again. “Fuck,” he whimpers at the loss of contact, taking a hold of his cock and rubbing it against your pussy.

Matt manages to slip back into your folds aggressively, pounding into you at the same relentless pace from before. This was the sloppiest sex you’d ever had with Matt, but after a week completely deprived of him you’d gladly welcome it.

You’re both soaked, somehow managing to float under the waterfall. The pressurized water rains down on you, the stream coming down on you so hard it unties your bikini causing it to float downstream. “Matt! My top,” you gasp, reaching for your bikini and pushing your boobs together in the process.

Matt groans at the sight, your pillowy breasts bouncing as he fucks you like it’s the first and last time. Your spongy walls push against his penis, causing a sensation that sends him past his breaking point.

“We’ll get it later,” he responds between grunts, snapping his hips into you one last time before unloading his cum inside you. Just because he’s no longer moving doesn’t mean you aren’t still bouncing on his dick, causing it to twitch from the sensitivity.

“Babe,” he chuckles, his body instinctively attempting to pull away as the overstimulation becomes too much. You ignore him, chasing your climax with each jump. All he can do is hold onto you firmly and use all his strength to prevent his knees from buckling.

Finally, you’re convulsing around his cock and moaning loudly as your orgasm washes over your body. The sight is beautiful, your wet hair stuck to your skin, and your eyes rolling so far to the back of your head that all Matt sees is white.

He feels a sense of pride in making you feel this good, he’s never seen you react this animated during sex before. The combination of the location, the stimulation from the water, and the pent up sexual frustration being enough to intensify your orgasm.

Matt pulls you off of him slowly, gently placing you back down on the rocky floor. He gives you a goofy, fucked out smile as he glances down at your bare chest. Your bikini top is floating down stream quickly, threatening to get lost in the wilderness with each passing second. Your arms are quick to wrap around your chest, suddenly feeling exposed like you weren’t just having the loudest sex ever.

“I’ll get it,” he chuckles, adjusting his boxers and swimming downstream effortlessly towards your top. You thank God for sending you such an observant and kind boyfriend, one who was willing to make you feel good and then take care of you afterwards.

Once he reaches it, he throws the bikini your way, causing water to splash in your face. Even though he was just balls deep in you, you find yourself turning your back to him while you put the bikini back on. He’s too busy swimming against the stream to notice though, the realization of how lost you truly were finally settling in.

For now, though, the two of you were content with a night under the stars away from prying eyes.

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