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.ᐟ LUST ── matthew sturniolo
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟐 : : 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐁 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖
⤷ previous scene & all scenes ⤷ cw . . . power imbalance, implied sexual content/past sexual work (non-explicit), drinking . . .
ONE YEAR AGO...
Celeste had been working as a maid for a few months now. A quiet job away from the neon lights of PARADISE, the strip club she’d finally walked out of. She’d quit that life the moment she got the offer. It came from a friend backstage, whispered between the strippers and dancers.
“Look… if you’re really sick of this place, there’s this job opening. But it’s top secret. You can’t tell anyone if you take it.” At first, Celeste thought it was a scam. Then she learned the truth, it wasn’t a scam. It was the mob.
The job posting never hit a website or a newspaper. It passed from hand to hand, dancer to dancer, only to people they trusted not to talk. Celeste had thought about it for days.
The pay was too good, suspiciously good. The benefits were unbelievable. Protection, security, a roof over her head, and a salary that could’ve changed her life years ago. But the catch was simple: If she accepted, she was theirs. There would be no going back.
She had to sign an NDA and was informed that she was obligated to work for them until her contract expired. After the contract ended, she was still required to keep her mouth shut, but she wasn’t under them anymore. In the end, she said yes. With the life she’d been through, she knew exactly how to keep her mouth shut.
That’s when she met him. Christopher Sturniolo. A wrathful man who was the head of the underground mob world. When they had met, he'd looked her over once, then glanced at the clipboard in his hand, and nodded.
Just like that, she was hired. Alongside ten other women, Celeste stepped into working for men whom most people in the city feared to even whisper about. And she had no idea that one of those men… she’d already met before.
She remembered that certain night all too well. All the maids were required to work the evening shift, because their boss was hosting “special guests.” A private dinner gathering with the worst men in the city.
Celeste’s job was simple. Greet them at the door, smile, and pretend she didn’t know exactly what kind of deals these men were making as they overdrank their brandy.
But then he walked in.
A certain mister with a sharp jawline and tattoos that can be seen peeking on his neck. The instant their eyes met, her breath died in her throat. Her heart didn’t just skip; it froze. She had the overwhelming urge to turn around and run. She knew exactly who he was, but the question was… did he?
She knew exactly who he was. The only question was… did he recognize her? Before he could say a word, she cleared her throat, forcing her voice steady. What was his name again?
“Right this way, sir,” she said, stepping aside. “Mr. Sturniolo is in the dining room.” The man smirked.
“Mr. Sturniolo?” he repeated with a scoff. “That’s what my brother has you ladies calling him.” He tilted his head toward the man behind him. Same face, same eyes. The other brother. “You hear that, Nick?”
Right, Nick.
Then who was he?
Celeste kept her expression neutral, though her mind was racing. Good. He didn’t seem to recognize her. Or so she hoped. The cruel irony hit her then, almost laughable if it didn’t make her stomach twist.
The man she used to give lap dances to, the man she used to ride for money, had been part of the mob the entire time. Suddenly, it made sense.
Why he’d always been the highest tipper.
Why he never hesitated.
Why he always looked so untouchable.
As she led them down the hall, she could feel his eyes on her back. Something about her had caught his attention, and she was a hundred percent convinced he recognized her.
As she led them down the hall, she could feel his gaze burning into her back. Whatever it was, something about her had caught his attention, and Celeste was almost certain he knew exactly who she was.
Dinner dragged on with conversation. From her place along the wall with the other maids, she caught him glancing her way every few minutes. Never obvious. Never long enough to be called out. But enough to make her gulp. She stayed where she was supposed to, hands folded neatly in front of her, watching them eat and talk, ready to step in if anyone so much as lifted a finger.
“Matthew,” one of the men leaned back in his chair, his tone filled with respect, “the docks situation is handled. Your name carried more weight than we expected.” Celeste’s breath faltered. Matthew. Her boss said that name all the time.
Then Chris spoke, “Yeah,” he said, cutting in. “That’s Matt’s side of the city. He runs that shit. Anyone surprised is a fucking idiot.”
Matt.
So that was him.
Her boss said that name all the time. He was always saying things like I’m going to Matt’s. Tell Matt this. Report it to Matt now. Always spoken with urgency and respect. Makes sense, that was his brother.
When she’d met Matt at the club all those years ago, he’d never given her a name. She’d called him mister, and he ran with it. Encouraged it, even. God… she used to call him daddy, for fuck’s sake. The thought made her stomach twist.
There was no universe where she could look him in the eye now. Not after that. Not after realizing who he really was, and what kind of power he held. So she kept her gaze fixed on the floor, willing herself to disappear into the background.
When she finally made it back to the kitchen, her heart was still racing—but Celeste refused to let it show. She busied herself beside the other maids, shoulders squared, expression neutral, doing everything she could to look untouched.
That lasted all of thirty seconds.
Because mister mob Matthew decided to stroll straight into the kitchen.
Her stomach dropped. She turned her face away immediately, focusing on anything but him, half-hoping he’d stop one of the other girls for whatever he wanted and leave her alone. But he didn’t. Footsteps stopped behind her. Then a light tap on her shoulder. She turned slowly.
“Can I help you, sir?” she asked, voice steadier than she felt. He smiled, almost amused. “Yes,” he said. “Mr. Sturniolo”—he drew the name out mockingly “—is asking for his fine liquor.”
Celeste nodded quickly and slipped past him before her nerves could betray her. In the liquor room, her hands shook as she grabbed a couple of bottles, forcing herself to breathe. In and out. Just do your job.
When she returned, she handed them to him without meeting his eyes. Matt glanced at the labels, clearly satisfied. Then he looked back at her.
“I didn’t know angels worked for my brother.”
She froze. So did the rest of the kitchen. A few heads turned. Someone dropped a utensil. Matt noticed and smiled wider at her flustered stillness.
“And what’s your name, angel?”
Is he serious?
“Celeste.”
“Heavenly?”
Her brow furrowed, confusion breaking through her nerves.
“Your name,” he explained calmly. “Celeste. It means heavenly.” His gaze lingered, thoughtful. “Guess I gave you a pretty spot-on nickname then.”
She let out a small, unsure smile that was still flustered. Did he really not know who she was? She was confused, very confused. It was impossible to read those stunning eyes of his.
Matt chuckled softly, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright,” he said, almost playful. “Didn’t mean to fluster you.” He shifted the bottles into one hand and took a step back, but not before his eyes dragged over her face one last time.
“Take care, angel,” he added, voice lower now, teasing. “Don’t work too hard for my brother.”
Then he turned and headed out of the kitchen. A few of the maids pretended not to stare as he passed, though none of them quite managed it.
Celeste stood there long after he was gone, heart pounding, fingers curled tight at her sides. Because whether he knew who she was or not… he had somehow managed to come across and flirt with the same girl once again.
One of the maids broke the silence with a grin.
“Well,” she drawled, “I didn’t know angels worked for his brother.” Another snorted. “Yeah, Celeste—since when are you getting personal nicknames disgustingly handsome men?”
Celeste felt heat rush to her face. “Oh my God, stop,” she muttered, busying herself with the counter, though her hands were still trembling. A third maid leaned closer, lowering her voice. “You saw the way he looked at you. That wasn’t just flirting—that was interest.”
Celeste shook her head, forcing a laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re all reading into it. He was just being… weird.” The girls all rolled their eyes playfully. “Sure,” the first maid said knowingly. “Weird men don’t call you angel and look you up and down like that.”
They laughed, nudging her playfully as they went back to work, already spinning theories. Celeste smiled along, but her chest felt tight. Celeste tried to shake off the teasing, but her mind was elsewhere.
Wait…
Matt hadn’t said a word that hinted he remembered her. Not her face. Not her voice. Not the fact that she used to dance for him. That means…he didn’t know.
She had assumed he knew the girl he tipped the most, rode him the hardest, called him fucking daddy—was the same one standing in front of him now. But he didn’t.
It was just… a coincidence. Fate, maybe. Her stomach twisted. Relief mingled with fear. Relief that he didn’t know that girl. Fear that he was still Matt Sturniolo, and she had absolutely no idea what would happen if he one day did realize.
She shoved the intrusive thoughts away. She wasn’t a stripper anymore. That life was behind her. Even the version of herself from just months ago was gone. She didn’t feel ashamed of her past, but for some reason, the idea of Matt knowing made her skin crawl.
God… this job was supposed to be her escape from PARADISE, not make her come face to face with their most loyal customer.
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im so obsessed with this already, cant wait for how this story unfolds 🤍
This is how they met. CW for drugs, alcohol, rude men, lap sitting, and very very VERY suggestive content !!
This party sucks. Beer and smoke clouds the air, your lungs protesting with every inhale you took to try and calm your nerves.
INTRODUCING . . .
Honey, or as Matt likes to call her Hon, is a sweet girl. She can be a bit much at times, but she always has good intentions. Like the golden liquid, she tends to stick — being needy, naive, and too caring.
Matt does not hold the same qualities. He can be cold & reserved. His motives are almost never pure. But maybe she can change that… if he ever gives her the chance.
They’re stuck in a sticky situation. There’s no labels or titles, but she’s his.
But is he hers? She doesn’t know.
FIRST FIC WILL BE OUT SOON !! — Read here.
NAV
Paige’s Notes: Thank you to @sturncoast & @devotedlyteenagemusic for hyping me up with this AU 🙈
HELLO IM SO HYPED FOR THEM AND THE PUN IM GIGGLING
blurbs/prompts for yearner!matt and introvert!reader
first meet
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𖤝 eyeliner experiment
chris sturniolo
“sit still,” she warned, pressing her thumb softly against his cheekbone.
“i am being still,” chris said though the mischievous glint in his blue eyes betrayed him. he was stretched out on his couch, one arm draped over the back, looking entirely too smug for someone about to get eyeliner drawn on him.
his girlfriend sat across his lap, straddling him carefully, her eyeliner pen in hand. “you keep smirking. that counts as moving,” she said.
“then stop saying things that make me wanna smile.”
“i literally haven’t said anything,” she muttered with an eyeroll , leaning in closer.
“yeah, but you’re sitting here talking about my eyes like you’re writing me a love song,” he teased.
she groaned, rolling her eyes but smiling despite herself. “i just said i like your eyes. they’re blue and they’re pretty. big deal.”
“oh, a big deal,” he repeated, voice dipping low as his hands slid around her waist. “so you think about them a lot then?”
“stop distracting me,” she said quickly, trying to keep her hand steady.
he grinned, leaning into her touch just enough to make her flustered. “i’m not distracting you, i’m helping. this is a really good bonding experience.”
“bonding experience my ass,” she murmured, just as his hands dropped to her hips then a little lower his palms settling on her butt with easy familiarity.
“chris!” she gasped, trying not to laugh.
“what? you said not to move,” he said innocently, squeezing lightly. “this helps me focus.”
she swatted his arm but didn’t move off his lap. “you’re ridiculous.”
“ridiculously hot in eyeliner, probably,” he shot back.
“we’ll see about that,” she said, biting back a grin as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing his cheek.
for once, he actually went quiet—his eyes flicking between her focused expression and her lips only inches away. the teasing smirk softened. he tilted his chin up slightly, like he was trying not to mess her up, but also like he couldn’t help watching her.
“okay,” she whispered after a moment, “blink.”
he did, lashes fluttering so long they almost brushed her fingers.
she sat back to admire her work, and her jaw dropped a little. “holy crap,” she whispered. “you look so—”
“so what?” he asked, smirking again.
“so unfairly hot.”
his grin turned boyish then, and before she could say anything else, he tugged her forward by the waist and kissed her once—quick and soft, his lips curling into a smile against hers.
“you think eyeliner made me hot?” he murmured when he pulled back.
she blinked, dazed. “i mean— it didn’t hurt.”
he laughed quietly, fingers tracing circles over her hips before slipping down again, giving another playful squeeze. “maybe i should start wearing it all the time if it gets me that reaction.”
“don’t push it,” she teased, but her voice was softer now.
“too late,” he said, stealing another kiss. this one was slower, his thumb brushing the edge of her jaw. when she tried to laugh against his mouth, he caught it with a grin and whispered, “you’re supposed to be concentrating, babe.”
“i was,” she said breathlessly.
“yeah, but now you’re distracted,” he said, laughing when she shoved him lightly in the chest.
“whose fault is that?” she challenged.
“definitely yours,” he said, hands still very much on her butt as if proving a point.
“you’re the worst,” she mumbled, leaning in to kiss him again anyway.
“mm,” he hummed, smiling against her lips, “you don’t seem to mind.”
later, when she got up to grab makeup wipes, chris caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room. he blinked once, leaned in closer, and then laughed softly under his breath.
“okay,” he called out, “i kinda get the hype now.”
she turned, towel in hand. “the hype?”
he pointed at his reflection. “yeah. i mean— tell me that’s not art.”
she rolled her eyes, walking back over. “you’re insufferable.”
“and yet,” he said, looping an arm around her waist when she got close, “you still wanna kiss me.”
“only because you look like extra extra hot right now,” she teased, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.
he grinned. “right now? babe, i’m hot all the time.”
she laughed, shaking her head as he kissed her again, smudging the liner slightly.
“now look,” she scolded softly, “you ruined it.”
he shrugged, pulling her back against him with another grin. “worth it.”
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𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙐𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢, 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙩. 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙣, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚.
