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[chrattsfavlesbian]

good girls get treats | matt sturniolo smut

pairing: softdom!matt x puppy!reader

warnings: puppy play (you are literally being treated like a dog), wearing a collar, wearing dog ears, face fucking, hands free bj, orgasm control, thigh riding

authors note: not proofread oopsies ... chat we don't talk about this... unless... we all get real freaky real quick

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"Come here, girl," matt called out, he was in the living room, sitting on the couch staring at his phone. You walked in, wearing his t-shirt and boxers. Matt looked up at you, scanning what you were wearing, "hmm, come here," matt called you over, you walked over to him, standing in front of him with a little smile on your face. "Let's see, collar is on," matt reached up, grabbing you by your collar and pulling you down to be face to face with him, making you gasp. "But what's missing?" He asked, looking at your hair then back down at you.

"Matt.. I don't like them.." you whimpered softly, face flushing with embarrassment. "Oh? You don't like them? You seemed to like them last time, puppy girl," matt said, smirking at your embarrassment, his cock stirring in his sweats. "Go put them on, be a good girl." He let go of your collar waving you off and giving you no option to fight it. You drug your feet back to the bedroom, you hated that he made you wear the dumb puppy ears, but you knew why he did it. A form of degradation that you would never admit you liked.

You grabbed the ears, putting them on and fixing your hair before coming back to the living room. Matt looked up from his phone and smiled, "good girl! You want a treat?" Matt asked, speaking to you like you were his own personal puppy. You blushed, looking down, feeling shy but the wetness grew between your legs. "Come here, good girls deserve treats don't they?" Matt asked as you walked over. You nodded and matt pointed to the ground, a silent command. You dropped down to your knees, looking up at him as he placed his hands on your head, petting your head. "Speak puppy," matt smirked.

You clenched your jaw, looking down as embarrassment flooded your body and you got wetter with each word. "Come on, be a good girl and speak," matt commanded. You gulped, letting out a little bark making matt chuckled. You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "Hey, no, bad puppy, no covering that pretty face, speak again," matt said, grabbing your wrists and moving them off your face. "Speak." He commanded once more. You let out another weak bark making matt chuckled.

"Good girl, let's get you your treat, yeah?" Matt said, letting go of your wrists. Matt brought his hands to his sweats, letting you watch as he pulled his cock free. You licked your lips absentmindedly. Matt smirked, giving himself a few strokes before making a come hither motion with his fingers for you to get between his legs. You moved, situating yourself between his legs. "Remember, puppy's don't use hands do they?" Matt asked and you shook your head, putting your hands behind your back.

Matt held his cock up as you leaned down, swirling your tongue around his tip. He was about to chastise you for teasing but then you wrapped your lips around his cock and he moaned out. "Oh good girl," he moaned out, placing his free hand on your head, keeping your ears in place and helping you set a pace moving up and down. You bobbed your head, "eye contact puppy," matt reminded. You looked up at him through your lashes as he pushed you down, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat. Tears brimmed in your eyes as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat making you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"Fuck-" matt groaned, throwing his head back but only for a moment before wanting to watch you as you sucked him off. "Good fucking girl, keep going, gag on my fucking cock," matt said through gritted teeth, bucking up into your mouth. He began to fuck your mouth, you gagged but stayed still. You knew if you needed to stop you had a way to do it but you didn't want to stop. Wetness pooled in your panties, you squeezed your thighs together. "Fuck- gonna cum in this pretty mouth, you gonna swallow your treat puppy? Like a good fucking girl?" matt said, holding you in place.

He gave one final thrust, moaning out your name as he came down your throat. He pulled you off, you swallowed coughing slightly before opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show you swallowed it all. "Good puppy! Took your treat so well, didn't you?" Matt said, ruffling your hair making you whimper. "What's wrong puppy?" Matt asked, giving you a sympathetic pout as you looked up at him with those puppy dog eyes. "Oh, puppy wants to get off too doesn't she?" Matt asked and you nodded. His sympathetic pout turned into a smile, "oh puppy, come on, let's get you off," he grabbed your hands, pulling you up.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you to straddle his thigh making you whine, you didn't wanna do all the work. "Puppy, you either get to use my thigh or my shoe so which do you want?" Matt asked, holding your hips in place. "Thigh," you whimpered. "Alright, then go ahead puppy," matt let go of your hips, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back against the couch to watch you. You pouted but started moving your hips, dragging your clothed heat over his thigh making you whimper. You placed your hands on him, starting to set a pace as you ground against his thigh.

You began to moan, rutting on his thigh like a dog in heat just how he liked it. Watching as you humiliated yourself to get off. "You're gonna remember to ask, right puppy?" Matt asked and you nodded, face contorted in focus as you worked on getting yourself off. You moaned louder, your clit repeatedly being rubbed against his clothed thigh making your orgasm bubble up inside of you. You kept going, making yourself closer, "c-can I-" you whimpered, throwing your head back. "Can you what puppy?" Matt asked, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "Can I- can I cum?" You asked and matt smirked. "What if I say no?" He asked making you whine and slow down. He grabbed your hips speeding you back up. "You can cum puppy, you've been so good," matt said.

Finally, you came, moaning out matts name as he helped your hips keep moving till you rode out your high. Finally, he stilled you, "Good puppy, you did so well for me," matt said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. You cuddled into his chest with a smile, "thank you," you said softly. "You're welcome puppy, my good good girl." Matt said, kissing the top of your head.

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[sweetnsturns]

on the phone—m.s.

✧ dom!matt, degradation, sex while he's on the phone, unprotected sex

✧ authors note: quick little something idk 😓 i wanna start a series but im having intense writers block ughh

the headboard was a steady, rhythmic knock against the wall.

each time matt bottomed out, he let out a punched-out little grunt, hot against the sweat on your neck.

you were gone. completely fucking gone. 

"fuck," he bit out, his voice ragged.

his hand was splayed across the back of your thigh, pushing your leg higher, opening you up so he could get deeper. "look at you. can't even talk, can you?"

you couldn't. your mouth was open, but only these breathy, desperate little sounds were coming out, timed perfectly with his thrusts.

he was so deep it was almost painful, a thick, unrelenting pressure. 

"that's it," he praised, his voice dropping to that low, possessive rumble that made your stomach clench. "just take it. knew you could. knew you'd look so good fucked dumb on my cock."

his phone started buzzing on the nightstand.

it was a frantic, angry buzz against the wood. you both ignored it.

his rhythm didn't break, just kept that punishing, deep grind that was making your eyes roll back in your head. but it kept buzzing. again. and again. a persistent, demanding little vibration. 

"matt," you managed to whine, your voice cracking. "don't stop."

"i'm not," he grunted, but his hips faltered for a second.

he swore under his breath, a string of curses that were lost in the sound of your own heartbeat thundering in your ears. "fuck. i have to. it's chris."

you whimpered, a pathetic, needy sound that you were too far gone to be embarrassed about. he shushed you, his thumb coming up to brush over your bottom lip. 

"just be quiet," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. "can you do that for me?"

you nodded, your head lolling against the pillow. you'd do anything he asked right now.

"atta girl..."

he grabbed the phone, his chest still pressed flush against yours, his cock still buried deep inside you. he swiped to answer, his voice strained.

"hey,"

the voice was a tiny, distant buzz. you couldn't make out the words

matt's eyes were on you, pupils blown out and dark.

he started to move again.

it was slow. agonizingly slow. a deep, deliberate roll of his hips that had you seeing stars.

you bit down hard on your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to rip from your throat.

his thumb was still on your lip, and he pulled it away, only to replace it with his entire palm, pressing down hard, smothering your sounds completely.

"no, i'm fine," he said. "just... tired."

he was lying.

his hand slid down your body, his fingers finding your clit, and you jolted, a choked gasp escaping your lips.

he immediately pulled back, his eyes wide with warning, his fingers stilling.

"what was that?" chris’ voice crackled through the phone.

"nothing," matt said, his voice tight. "just... the cat."

you didn't have a cat.

chris said something else, and matt took the opportunity to start moving again, his hips picking up a little speed, his fingers starting to circle your clit again. 

"fuck," you try to say against his palm, the word muffled and pathetic.

it was too much. it was sensory overload. the feeling of him inside you, the pressure on your clit, the sound of his voice, the risk of getting caught. 

"matt," you whispered his name a desperately. 

"i gotta go," he said into the phone, his voice rough. "i'll call you back."

he hung up, tossing the phone onto the floor without a second glance.

"you just couldn't be quiet, could you?" he growled, his hips snapping forward, hard and fast, the rhythm from before returning with a vengeance.

you couldn't answer. you just cried out, your back arching off the bed, your hands fisting in the sheets. he was fucking you with a new urgency, a desperate, frantic energy. you could feel the pressure building again.

"look at you," he breathed, his hips snapping forward, hard and fast. "so fucking desperate for it you almost got us caught. what a greedy little thing."

you could only moan in response, your body writhing beneath him, your hands fisting in the sheets. 

he was everywhere, his mouth on your neck, his hands on your hips, his cock inside you, filling you up, stretching you wide.

"come on," he urged, his voice a low, desperate whisper. "come for me."

that was all it took. you could feel yourself clamping down around him, a pulsing grip that pushed him over the edge right along with you.

he groaned, long and low, his hips stuttering as he spilled into you, hot and thick.

he collapsed on top of you, his full weight crushing you, but you didn't care. 

you could feel his heart hammering against your chest, a frantic, wild rhythm that slowly, slowly began to even out.

he pressed a soft, gentle kiss to your temple, a stark contrast to the brutal way he'd just been fucking you.

"you okay?" he murmured, his voice thick and sated.

you just hummed in response, too exhausted to form words. you felt boneless, used, and completely, utterly satisfied.

"good," he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "because we have to get up in like, ten minutes if we don't want chris to come looking for us."

[libsturnz]

coming from someone with a fat degradation kink, i love this what

[slut4chriztopher]

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[libsturnz]

why do so many ppl hate on keanna(humpster35 btw)..? shes literally the funniest and most relatable person i follow on here 😭 like hello? god forbid a girl expresses her thoughts on an app just for that purpose like what bro

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[humpster35]

I think the sexiest thing about Matthew Sturniolo is the way he moves. Now I know how this sounds—but try to think of how Matt wears his jewelry. He always makes sure his rings are placed on the outer fingers leaving his middle fingers bare for any future fingering he plans on doing.

Just imagine all the times he’s posted and his cock is leaking precum, we wouldn’t even know it. Matthew would literally allow his dick to cum on its own because he doesn’t wanna touch it—if he were your boyfriend I feel like when it gets to this point, then he would allow you to get him off. He’s a good boy at the end of the day—is he dominant? yes. But with this also comes him taking responsibility for the actions of his dick actions and reactions to things.

For example: Say you’re dating Matt, you guys are out in public and it’s going good. He sees you wearing his favorite outfit on you(moreso the fucking thing that turns him on the most) and his dick gets hard. I feel like Matt wouldn’t do anything about it—he waits for you to notice it, he wants you to be aware of how you’re making him feel. You’re in charge of him at the end of the day—but he can for damn sure put you in your place.

So you’ll touch his dick a bit, maybe even squeeze it through his jeans yk—but then Matt grabs your hand and stops you. He would then gently scold you on purposefully bending over in front of him—allowing your tits to bounce extra when you laugh, which leads to him taking you into a public restroom. We all know what would happen next—no it isn’t sex,Matt wants you to feel good. You might be like “well humpster isn’t that Matt just being a sub?” No my friend, Matthew would give you orgasm back to back until you’re begging him to fuck you.

That’s the thrill of him, the thrill of it. Matt can finger you and eat you out all day but he would punish you by not allowing you to feel his cum shoot up into your belly—by not allowing you to feel the way his strokes make your body bounce off the bed.

His dick is so long too. Even when he’s fucking you slow—the feeling of his cock tip kissing your cervix at every small movement would be enough for you to cum on the spot.

In conclusion, Matthew Bernard Sturniolo is a fucking calculated and smart Dom.

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[libsturnz]

correct. like absolutely correct and to be fair wouldn’t have it any other way

[breesturn-deactivated20260419]

"pretty?" - M.S.

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She’s been staring at the same math problem for ten minutes.

Not because it’s hard. okay, it is hard — but mostly because her brain keeps drifting somewhere between the equation and the boy explaining it to her.

Matt leans closer, pointing at a line of numbers on her paper with the back of his pencil. He always holds it like that, like he’s afraid to accidentally mark something up unless he means to. He’s careful like that. With homework. With her.

“You’re carrying the wrong number again,” he says gently, tapping the spot.

She squints at it like it personally betrayed her. “Why does math hate me?”

“It doesn’t hate you,” Matt says, smiling a little. “You just do this thing where you rush ahead before you understand the step.”

“That’s because the steps are boring,” she says, and then immediately snorts at her own joke, because she always laughs at herself first.

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling now — soft and a little helpless, the way he always looks when she’s being…well, her.

She leans back in her chair with a sigh that sounds like defeat and maybe a hint of drama. “Ugh, I wish I was smart like you.”

“You are smart,” he says automatically, like it’s a fact, not a compliment. “You just think out loud more than most people.”

She’s mid-eye roll when she looks up at him, really looks, and the thought slips right out.

“God, you’re pretty.”

Silence. Pure silence. Then...

“...pretty?”

Her eyes widen. She blinks, hands freezing in the air like she’s suddenly been disconnected from her own body.

“Did I…” Her voice drops. “Did I say that out loud?”

Matt stares at her like she just started speaking fluent french. He blinks once. Twice. The tips of his ears go pink, which is extremely unfair because he already looks like that when he’s concentrating.

“Uh,” he says, and his voice comes out lower than usual. “Yeah. You did.”

She groans and drops her forehead onto the table. “Ignore me. I’m broken. My brain is an absolute mess.”

He laughs. Actually laughs. The good one where he looks down and his shoulders shake like he’s trying to hide it.

“Hey,” he says softly. She feels him tap her notebook, like he’s asking her to look up.

She lifts her head just enough to see him.

He’s still pink. Still trying not to smile too much.

“For the record?” he says, thumb brushing the edge of her paper. “You’re really pretty too.”

Her heart forgets what rhythm is. She forgets what math is. She might actually be forgetting her own name.

Matt clears his throat, eyes dropping back to her problem like he didn’t just change her entire day.

“So,” he says, voice still uneven, “want to try this step again?”

She swallows.

“Not even a little,” she says.

He laughs again, warmer this time, and nudges her knee under the table, like he always does when he’s trying to coax her back into focus.

They do eventually finish the equation.

But only after she spends the next five minutes staring at him like he’s the complicated problem…

and he keeps catching her, smiling every time.

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[libsturnz]

awhhh cutest ever actually

[love4passionn]

pushing it down & praying blurb

(takes place before any of the drama happened!! very short & sweet but wanted to write smt happy lol)

“ohmygosh i love this movie!” i squeal in excitement, before seeing matt’s gaze on me, smiling

“i know you do silly, that’s why i put it on” he says with wide eyes and i can’t help but grin

you let your mind drift into the movie, slowly subconsciously inching closer to your ‘best friend’

letting out a yawn or two, you feel yourself start to drift off

“tired?” matt asks, making my eyes snap open

“mmm a little bit” i murmur through sleep

“yeah okay, a little bit my ass” he laughs before continuing, “i’ll move to nicks room”

it was our usual routine, i take his bed, he sleeps in nicks room, besides, nick wasn’t even home, it was an extra free bed

there’s no reason i should be saying no, but for some reason i felt dread when he started to get up

absentmindedly i grab his hand before looking up at him “can you- actually stay?” i say, almost a whisper

“yeah? you want me to?” he asks

“yeah”

he crawls back into bed, letting me get back into my comfortable position, practically cuddling him, but keeping distance (oh and he wishes you would get closer)

“goodnight matty” i whisper

“good night pretty” he says, and for a second i felt him kiss my forehead, but im probably just imagining it.

after all, he’s my best friend, nothing more.

A/N: i wrote this like over a month ago at 4am but decided to post for funsies hope u enjoy

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[libsturnz]

WE ARE SO BACK

[libsturnz]

yes sir

he needs to wear pink more bcs GAWD DAYUM

[sturnsrecord]

. . . BEING GOOD FOR YOU

you’d been sat on his lap for too long, hands in his hair and on his face as he desperately sucked at your skin. his hips were grinding upwards as he mumbled sweet pleas.

“mmh, need more…” he moaned against your neck, words blurred behind his hoarse voice. his dick was harder than it’d ever been — the sensitive tip rubbing against the fabric of his boxers.

“i like you like this, baby.” you cooed, your head tilting down to be met with the submissive look on his face — eyes glazed over as they stared up into yours. 

“please..” he murmured, his hand reaching for yours in an attempt to direct it to his bulge. “what d’you want?” you ask softly, letting his fingers trace over your skin — hand on his bulge as his gaze fixes on it.

“w-wanna… cum.” he mumbles out sheepishly, the heat rushing to his face as he feels his dick twitch under your touch.

you nod at his request, your hand leaving his lap as your arms loosely wrap around his neck.

his breath hitches, and you can see the slight confusion in his eyes as your hips grind down. despite the fact you’re not giving him what he wants, he finds himself gripping your hips — eyes screwed shut as he feels the pleasure from every movement of your body.

“wanted… your h-hand.” he groans, body trembling slightly as you press your hips down onto him — drawing out a trail of soft whimpers.

“this not good enough?” you pout, head twisting to get a look at his fucked out face. he wants to protest, tell you no. but he can already feel his balls drawing up, and it’s embarrassing how much you’re affecting him.

“j-just – ngh – wanna cum.” he grits out, knowing he was already too close to doing so.

you scoff, smiling at the sight of him falling apart beneath you. “m’not stopping you.” you murmur, watching as his brows furrow slightly. his hand then slowly reaches down to try an undo his jeans, but you stop him — gripping his wrist.

he looks completely hopeless, wide eyes boring into yours at the frustration. “why are you–“ 

“do it in your pants.” you whisper, smirking to yourself as you watch his face heat up — the idea clearly embarrassing him.

he shakes his head ever so slightly, lips parted. “no, wanna–“ he sighs, feeling your jeans rub up the length of his cock through the fabric. 

“wanna what, baby?” you coo, hand leaving his wrist to come up and tug at his hair — his head tilting back into your touch. 

“d-don’t wanna cum, in my– mgh.” his eyes flutter shut as your hips roll over, apply just the right amount of pressure onto his throbbing dick. 

“you can, know you wanna cum so bad.” you whisper, kissing down his neck just how he liked.

he’s trembling beneath you, wanting so badly to not make a mess of himself. but the way you're grinding on him, and encouraging him to do so, is too much.

he doesn’t want to disagree, he wants to be good for you — make a mess in his pants just like you’re telling him to.

“fuck, g-gonna cum.” he whines, torn between resisting the urge and just letting go — giving you what you want.

“mmh, yeah? gonna make a mess f’me?” you toy, pulling at the strands of his hair. his whole body is shuddering, jolts of pleasure rushing through from his dick, and the strong grip you had in his hair.

he’s tethering on the edge, pathetically moaning. the only thing stopping him is the quiet nagging in his brain, urging him to not cum in his pants.

he thinks of all the other ways you could be making him cum right now, and it makes his stomach curl. 

but you wanted this. wanted to see him so desperately release. and the thought that this was getting you off, was enough for him to do it.

“ohhh, fuck— can’t… nggh.” he can’t even speak, gripping your hips tightly as he comes. loud moans and whimpers trailing out as he grinds up, his body completely collapsing into yours at the feeling. 

he can feel his hot dick throbbing, spurting out his release to leave an uncomfortable sticking mess in his boxers. “so good baby.” you murmur, gently running your hands through his hair as he lets out shallow breaths.

he swallows a little, head lolling back as he looks up at you. 

there’s no blue left in his eyes, just his pupils blown wide like beads of lust. he looks so good beneath you, falling apart at your touch.

“didn’t even need to touch you, huh.” you tease, shifting off his lap slowly. he groans a little at the mocking, falling back against the bed as he catches his breath.

but you’re not done. dropping to your knees in front of him, your hands reaching to undo his jeans.

“wha–?” his eyes flutter down to what you’re doing. once he realises, his hands come down to stop you in a panic. “n-no, don’t.” he whines.

you pout a little. “why not baby?” you ask, wanting to see the mess he’d made. he shakes his head furiously, ears now red as he felt the embarrassment of the situation take over.

“it’s hot, i wanna see.” you murmur softly, reassuring him that you’d liked it. 

he nibbles on his bottom lip, thinking about how pathetic it was that he’d managed to cum like that. truthfully, he didn’t want anyone to see. he wanted to get a shower and forget about the whole thing.

but the way you were looking up at him, almost desperate to see the state he'd gotten himself into. it made him want to show you.

he swallows, slowly retracting his hands that had been stopping you. 

you smirk, reaching up to slowly drag the zipper down. he wants to ignore it, close his eyes and act normal. but he finds his gaze fixed on you, wanting so badly to see how much he's pleased you.

your breath hitches ever so slightly as you spot the wet patch on his boxers — turning them a darker red.

but when you tug down the waistband of them, it’s an even better sight. his lower abdomen covered in his cum, as well as his half hard dick that rests against it.

“look at that.” you coo, pulling them down further along with his jeans. 

he whines again, breathing heavily as he feels your eyes on him — turning his whole body hot. “stop…” he whimpers, feeling so vulnerable like this.

your eyebrows raise as you meet his lidded eyes, your head tilting. “stop what?” you tease.

he looks over the scene in front of you, heart rate spiked slightly. “looking.” he murmurs quietly.

you smirk, eyes returning to his cock that laid over his sticky release. “so you don’t want me to, clean you up?” you question lowly.

his bottom lip catches between his teeth, and he finds himself nodding — not thinking twice about the offer.

“use your words.” you tell him. his breath hitches, but he knows you’re not gonna give him what he wants if he doesn’t.

“p-please… wan’ your mouth.” he whispers in embarrassment. you smile even more, slowly leaning down to run your tongue over the mess — tasting him. 

he’s completely in awe as you do so, eyes following you. but he lets out a lewd whimper as your tongue passes over his cock — the overstimulation driving him crazy.

you almost scoff, gently sucking on his tip — feeling his sticky, softened cock in your mouth. his body jerks upwards slightly, shivering at the intense feeling. all he can do is whimper, letting you do it. “mghh–“ he breathes out, eyes falling shut.

“such a good boy.” you coo, running your tongue back over his abdomen as he relaxes, laying back as he feels his dick stir at your praise — already wanting to be good for you again.

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[libsturnz]

woah i literally just lost my shit reading this

i love submissive men oml

[viviansturns]

𝑺𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑨 ｡𖦹°‧   (wk: 0.6k) ... a short bf!chris angst blurb based on the song sienna by the marías

tw: angst with no comfort, loss of hypothetical child, crying, breaking up

guys it is imperative you listen to the song while or before reading. before is suggested for ultimate soul crushingness and also its a pretty short blurb. (if u never listen to the songs, let this be the ONE time you do)

and AS PROMISED this is the edit that goes with it!!!!

You stand outside the building long after the streetlights have dimmed, the winter air sharp against your cheeks. Maybe you came to see how it’s aged, or just haphazardly, but really, you’re chasing something. One that smells like cedar and detergent and the echo of Chris’s laughter that will never return. Your chest aches, tight and hollow, and tears sting before you can stop them.

You climb to the roof. The city is around and below you and you lie down in the freezing cold, wrapping his jacket around you. It still carries the faint scent of him. You weren't enough.

You recall the conversation, months ago, when you whispered names for the future you would never have. Sienna. Chris had smiled, said it out loud once, testing it, soft like a secret. His eyes squinted soft and happily, and you laughed, tracing the syllables on your tongue, imagining her curls catching the sun, her small hands reaching for yours. You both agreed it would have been perfect. Sienna.

Then you were at the beach in winter. The snow was far up on the sand, out of reach from the waves, crashing hard, the air wet and sharp. Chris has his hands buried in his pockets, shoulders hunched against the wind.

You kick at the surf until your shoes are soaked and laugh like it’s the only thing that matters. He watches you, and there’s so much love in his dark blue eyes it almost hurts to look at him. 

He says, “You look freezing.” and you say, “Shhh.” And then you stand there, shaking and grinning, and laughing until you cry, until the tide creeps up and erases your footprints.

Twirling and twirling, your skirt flowing in the wind, and your hair whipping around your face, his arms curled around your waist and around your neck, and—

And then you were in his kitchen. Really, the conversation had already ended before it began. He leaned on the counter, eyes glassy, the room quiet.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he said, not looking at you. You wanted to ask what this meant:

Loving you or missing you, or thinking of you? Dreaming about things that never would be? Dreaming about—her? The words froze in your throat. When he wrapped his arms around you, you could feel your entire body crack and your goosebumps rise, like you knew it would be the last time.

Back on the roof, your chest folds inward at the thought. You press your palms against your ribs as if you could hold yourself together, but you’re shaking too hard, and you feel your stomach turn in the way that told you you were about to vomit, but there was nothing left to give.

The sunset spills over the skyline, a muted fire that could have warmed all the winters you would have shared. Light reaches everything but you. It touches the rooftops, the windows, the smoke curling from distant chimneys, the delicate leaves of the silver maple swinging softly above the roof—but not the place where you lie.

You close your eyes and remember December nights when the world felt soft and full, when you waited outside his door just to hear him breathe, to feel that fragile warmth. Your throat burns as you whisper her name to the cold. The wind takes it away before it can reach anything but memory.

You imagine her face in the forest, her laugh threading through the bare trees. You reach out with a hand that touches nothing but air. And she disappears. 

Your body shakes, wracked with sobs you can’t quiet, tears freezing in your hair, running down to soak his jacket. Your whole body reached to feel maybe even just the ghost of him, but nothing was there. The city hums beneath you, indifferent. The rooftop is bitter, the night relentless, and still you lie there, gripping what never was.

Chris. The name slips out, quieter than a breath, as if the night itself might break if you say it too loud.

And then the night swallows you, leaving you with only your own ragged breath and—

this shit made me too sad for a funny a/n...

[libsturnz]

i actually just cried hello

[chris-hallelujah]

House Tour | m.s.

Warnings: smut!! foul language, making out, dry humping, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, Dom!Matt if you squint

Word Count: 1.3k

The engine of the car hummed as one of Matt's hands rested on your thigh and the other barely touching the steering wheel of his self driving car.

"Dinner was really nice. I'm glad we finally got to get together," you smiled over at him. It had been a while since you first laid eyes on Matt and slid into his DMs after an influencer party, but with busy schedules you were just now able to have your first date. He nodded and pulled into your driveway before turning to look at you. Before he could speak you cut him off, "Do you want to come see the place? I just had the floors redone."

His lips curled into a smirk, "Absolutely," he spoke lowly, turning the car off. Matt closely followed you up the sidewalk and to the entrance. Unlocking the door, you both stepped into the entry way which gave you the option to go further into the house or down to the basement.

"We'll start downstairs," your voice carried as you descended into the finished basement.

The basement made the perfect hang out spot for you and your friends. There were two fluffy couches and a few bean bag chairs with a giant tv on the wall. "My friends and I watch The Bachelor down here every week," you said chuckling softly at the nearly empty wine fridge in the corner.

A shiver flew down your spine as Matt spoke from directly behind you into your ear, "Looks cozy." You nodded turning to face him, now fully aware of just how close you two were. Your eyes looking up into his as you saw him lean in, hesitate for a second, and then close the distance between you both. His hands found your waist as yours found home in his hair, pushing off the baseball cap he had on. The kiss held all that you had both been holding onto for the last few months. Matt turned, sitting on the couch and pulling you down on top of him. Your knees sank into the soft cushions on either side of his lap as he pulled you impossibly closer. Matt groaned into your mouth as your hips rolled against his, his hands gripping your waist and guiding your movements. The skirt of your dress rode up exposing your upper thighs. A soft whimper left your lips as you felt the friction of his jeans against the thin fabric of your underwear. Matt's mouth left yours leaving you panting and he placed kisses along your jaw. "Feel good?" he spoke hoarsely into your ear. You nodded frantically, grinding down harder.

"Matt," you whined breathlessly as you felt your lower belly begin to buzz and you tightened your grip on his hair.

"I know, I know," he spoke softly capturing your lips in his again. Your body tensed as pleasure over took you, vision going blurry. Matt's hands stayed on your hips guiding you through your high. After your body relaxed, you rested your head on his shoulder breathing heavy. He rubbed your back for a few moments before giving you a quick smack on the ass, "C'mon, you still gotta finish the house tour."

Your legs were still a little shaky as you lead Matt back up the stairs to the main floor of the house. "So over here is the living room, and then if you keep walking we have the dining room with the kitchen connected to it. There's also a half bath down that hall," you explained guiding him through.

He looked around and pointed to a door that was in the kitchen, "What's that?"

"Oh, that's the backdoor, but I never use it," you shrugged. He nodded, following you into the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink?"

He nodded, "Water would be great." You opened the fridge grabbing a bottle of water and then closed the door to see him leaning against the counter watching you. There was something about his eyes that had your heart racing all over again. You closed the distance between you both and handed him the water before sinking down onto your knees. He looked down at you with a smirk, "Is this part of the tour?" A soft giggle escaped your lips as you nodded, fingers coming up to undo his jeans. He helped you slide his pants and boxers down as his length sprang out practically making your mouth water. Carefully, you took him into your hand causing him to hiss, gripping the counter, the bottle of water long forgotten next to him. You took him into your mouth, letting out a soft moan yourself. "Christ," he muttered placing one hand in your hair as he watched you. Slowly, you went deeper, breathing out through your nose. Then, finding your rhythm and bobbing your head. Matt's head tilted back as he groaned. His grip on your hair tightened as he fought to be gentle with you, but before long his hips were bucking involuntarily. Tears welled in your eyes as you gagged slightly, which pulled him out of his trance a little to look down at you. "Sorry, you just feel so good," he grunted releasing his grip slightly. You were determined and picked up the pace as you looked up at him through your lashes. His head tilted back again, "Fuuuuuuck," he moaned loudly before you felt his hot spurts in your mouth. You carefully pulled back with a pop and Matt helped you to your feet, pulling you into his chest. "First two floors have gone well. Can't wait for the third," he spoke lowly in your ear, kissing the side of your head.

Matt followed you up the last set of stairs to your loft bedroom that looked over the level below. "So, this is my bedroom. I have a walk in closet over here and then the full bath in here," You showed him. Matt nodded looking around as he went along with the charade that this was still about getting a tour of your house. You stood between him and your bed as he sauntered over to you.

His hands landed on your hips as he guided you backwards before gently pushing you onto the bed. "I'm curious to learn more about this part of the house," he chuckled climbing on top of you.

"Happy to share the details," you giggled, pulling him in for a kiss.

After a whirlwind of making out and clothes scattering the floor, you found yourself on your hands and knees on the bed, with Matt standing behind you. "You ready?" he asked as his hands traced lightly against your waist. You nodded, looking back at him. He smirked as he lined up with you before slowly sinking in. You gasped at the feeling and screwing your eyes shut. Matt gave you a moment to adjust before he began to pound into you.

"My god, Matt!" you cried out as his hand pushed your upper body to the mattress. The new angle amplifying both of your pleasure.

"That's it, fuck, look at you," he groaned smacking your ass harshly, causing you to jolt and moan loudly.

Your fingers gripped the comforter under you, "Feels so good," you whined. It didn't take long for your pussy to start fluttering around him signaling your brewing orgasm. "Cum - fuck, Matt!" you babbled releasing on his cock.

The tightening around him, pushed him closer to the edge. "Shit baby, where - where do you want me?" he choked out.

"Inside," you panted. These words sent Matt's head spinning as he came inside you.

After riding out both of your highs, Matt slowly pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed next to you. "Lovely house, thanks for the tour," he chuckled breathlessly earning a playful smack from you.

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[libsturnz]

sabrina and matt?? hell yes

[love4passionn]

pushing it down & praying

“he is stable, you are deep.”

texts with best friend (with feelings) matt sturniolo x reader (PART 2!!!)

you can find part 1 here

A/N: i’m probably gonna make this into a series hehehehe i love them and have so many ideas

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[libsturnz]

LOVE OMGGG

[libsturnz]

its all over the screen

its giving him like pulling his hair back with those glasses before he eyp

[libsturnz]

HELLO???

when i opened his story i was at a sleepover and i screamed. (everyone was asleep 💔)