꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝒎𝒊𝒎𝒊. adult. bisexual. she / her. matt sturniolo’s sweetest baby mama. book + vinyl record collector. toasted marshmallow space camp. diet vanilla coke. djo. bts. madison beer. taylor swift. stranger things.
warnings: slight angst, brief mention of animal abuse / neglect, social anxiety, fluff, i think that's all !
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word count: 2k+.
matt's pov:
my head is throbbing, my eye won’t stop twitching, and i’ve never wanted to murder my brothers more than i do right now.
they dragged me out to a party that i never wanted to come to, and then basically abandoned me the second we arrived.
i’m standing in a dark corner, watching as chris flirts with his current talking stage and nick plays beer pong. a few people approach me, trying to make small talk, but i’m not feeling it. so i just make an excuse to walk away and find a new lonely corner to sulk in.
after an hour or so of moping and dodging conversation, i decide enough is enough. i walk over to chris and grab his arm, dragging him away from the girl he was shooting his shot with.
“the hell, matt?” he yanks his arm out of my grip. “i was in the middle of something, man.”
“yeah, i don’t care.” i reply, rolling my eyes. “we’ve been here for hours, you’ve had your fun, so can we please leave?”
“jesus christ,” chris mutters under his breath, like that question was personally offensive. “no way, matt. me and nick are still having fun.”
“okay, good for you. i’m not.” i say, growing irritated.
chris huffs and opens his mouth, probably to say something snarky, when nick appears. “what’s going on?” our older brother asks.
“matt’s being a total party pooper. he wants to leave already.” chris says before i have the chance to speak up.
i chuckle dryly. “okay, y’know what? i’m sorry i don’t like parties. i didn’t realize having social anxiety made me a party pooper. you guys can get an uber home, but i’m leaving.” i turn and walk away before either of them can say anything else. i leave the house and slam the door behind me, drawing a few curious glances from the people scattered around the front porch, but i don’t care.
i get in my car and drive around. i hate parties, hate large groups of people, but i also hate being lonely so i’m not in any rush to head back to our empty house.
i pull into a random parking lot and turn off the car. i take a few calming breaths and close my eyes, leaning my head back against the headrest. i feel myself slowly relaxing, my tense muscles starting to loosen.
when i open my eyes, i see that i’m parked in front of an animal shelter. there’s a large sign on the front of the building that reads “cat cuddling program” — i squint so i can read the details.
“come socialize with our feline friends! play with them, groom them, love them. help reduce their stress so they will be prepared for adoption!”
i’m climbing out of my car before i even realize what i’m doing. but i don’t do anything to stop myself when my brain finally catches up to my limbs.
when i step inside, i can hear dogs barking and cats meowing, and it instantly puts a small smile on my face. i have always liked animals more than i like most human beings.
the woman at the desk has her back turned as she fills out paperwork on a clipboard, but when she hears the bell above the door chime, she spins on her heel and grins.
and my heart skips a fucking beat. like, for real. it actually stops for a second.
and it’s not because of the beautiful st. bernard i see sitting at her feet behind the counter. well, maybe it’s partially because of that, since i love big dogs, but it’s mostly because she’s the most stunning woman i’ve ever seen in my life.
“hi!” she says cheerfully. “welcome to second chance shelter! i’m hope. how can i help you today, sir?”
“oh, uh.. i’m matt..” i flounder for a second. “i saw the sign on the window. the, um, cat cuddling program?”
her eyes light up and her smile widens and my heart flutters. good lord, i need to get a grip.
“oh, yay! are you interested in playing with our cats?” she asks. “some of those babies are so timid and scared, so we’re just trying to socialize them a bit so they’ll be comfortable during the adoption process.”
timid and scared? that sounds a lot like me. but i don’t say that. “yeah, absolutely. i love animals, especially cats, so i’d love to.”
she claps once. “okay, so, usually you have to go through an orientation before you meet the animals, but we haven’t had many volunteers recently and we really need to socialize these cats. so if you’d be willing to fill out some paperwork, i can go ahead and take you back to see the kitties now?”
i nod, a grin forming on my lips. “that would be great. thank you so much.”
i watch as she gathers a few papers and sticks them onto a clipboard. she hands it to me along with a pen, our fingers brushing as i take it from her. i mentally curse at myself as i feel my cheeks flush.
“no, thank you. seriously.” she says earnestly. “i love these cats so much and really want to help them find a good home, and like i said, we haven’t gotten many volunteers for this program so i’m very excited that you stopped in today.”
“yeah, i’m excited too.”
“i’m so glad.” she gestures to a small waiting area with a few chairs and a table that’s scattered with magazines. “you can sit over there to fill out the paperwork if you’d like, and then just come see me again once you’re finished.”
i sit down in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs and quickly fill out the paperwork. i’ve wanted a pet for ages but my brothers, mostly chris, refuse to let me bring one into the house. so my body is buzzing with excited jitters as i wait to play with those cats.
i check, and then double check, my paperwork before taking it back up to the desk.
“all done?” she asks with a radiant smile.
i pass her the clipboard. “mhm, all finished.”
she skims over the pages, humming softly to herself. “perfect, that’s everything we need. you ready to meet some cats?”
i rock back and forth on my heels. “oh, hell yeah. born ready.”
she giggles and gestures for me to follow her. we head down a long hallway. i can hear the meows and barks getting even louder now. she opens a door and i follow her inside. i break into a grin. there’s cats, both big and small, everywhere.
some are sitting on top of cat trees, some are playing with balls of yarn, but my eyes instantly lock onto one cat in particular. it's big, fluffy, white and gray. it’s cowering in the corner of the room, reminding me of how i must’ve kinda looked at the party.
hope follows my stare and her smile dims, just a bit. “that’s cooper. he’s the sweetest boy, but he’s also our most nervous cat. he was abused and so, so malnourished when we first got him. he’s healthier now, but still pretty anxious around new people.” she slowly walks over to the cat and lets him sniff her hand. he bumps his head against her hand and lets her pet him. she turns to look at me. “c’mere. do exactly what i did. walk slowly, let him sniff you. he’ll come around.”
i do as she said. i step forward slowly, slowly, slowly and then kneel down next to her. i start to reach my hand out, and the cat shrinks away so i pause. i give him a moment to relax before moving toward him again. finally, after a quiet moment, he sniffs me. he bumps his head into my hand, like he did with hope.
but then he suddenly moves closer and plops down on the floor right in front of me, rolling onto his back.
i hear hope giggle, but i still don’t look away from cooper. “he wants belly rubs.” she says. “he trusts you. that was fast.”
i laugh, feeling a little breathless, and start petting his soft belly. he starts to purr and swats at the bracelet dangling from my wrist.
“he’s so content.” i hear hope say. “he’s not usually like this. not even with me and i’ve been taking care of him every day for a few months now.”
i can’t help it. i feel tears stinging the back of my eyes. the stress of the day, fighting with my brothers, knowing they’re probably still pissed at me, and then hearing about cooper’s history was all just too much. i clear my throat and blink quickly, refusing to let a single tear fall in front of hope. “i’m pretty awkward and timid around new people too, cooper. we’re the same, you and me. but we’re gonna be okay, buddy.”
i look over at hope, hoping she doesn’t think i’m weird for talking to the cat, who definitely doesn’t understand what i’m saying to him, but she’s still just smiling. a brilliant, dazzling smile that makes my entire body feel warm.
i turn back to the cat before i do something stupid like ask for her number, or tell her how breathtaking she is.
she starts playing with the other cats, but i can’t force myself to move away from cooper. he’s so soft, seems so peaceful nuzzled up against my legs as i pet him. i don’t want to ruin that for him, or for myself. i feel just as serene as he seems to.
eventually he falls asleep. i slowly pull myself away from him and stand. i turn to hope with a sheepish smile. “i should probably get going. it’s late. but thank you so much for letting me come in without the orientation thing. i hope you don’t get in trouble.”
she waves her hand, swatting away my concern. “oh, yeah, don’t worry about me. my aunt and uncle own this place. and, trust me, they’ll just be happy that someone came in to play with these cuties. or, well, i guess just cooper since he hogged you the whole time.”
i grin, turning back to look at the big sleepy cat one last time as she leads me out of the room and back toward the front of the building. “i liked being hogged by him. he was really cute.”
she goes back to her spot behind the counter. “i’m still so surprised that he warmed up to you so quickly. it made my heart happy.”
i tap my fingers against the the desk. “yeah.. mine too. so, like, it’s okay if i come back, right? like.. often?” i ask.
“you liked cooper that much, huh?”
i want to tell her that yes, i do like cooper, but he’s not the only one i want to come back for. i wanna come back to see her pretty smile too. but i keep that to myself. “yeah, i do. i definitely wanna see him again.”
i watch her hesitate for a second before she grabs a sticky note and writes something down. she slides it across the desk toward me. “that’s my phone number. so if you ever wanna call to check on coop, you can. but i’m here every day, so.. i really hope you stop by again.”
i stare down at the phone number for a second before turning my attention back to her face. she looks so bashful, it’s cute. “yeah. yeah, i’ll be back, for sure.” i slowly start to back away. “thank you for everything.”
she cracks one last great big smile. “it was nice talking to you, matt. i look forward to seeing you again.”
i wave and leave before i can act on impulse and ask for her hand in marriage or try to adopt cooper or both.
as i drive home, i can’t stop thinking about her smile. about how much she loves those animals. about how soft cooper was. about how much i want them to stay in my life.
did i just find my dream girl in a random fucking animal shelter? or have i lost my mind? could be a little bit of both. but all i know is, i can’t wait to go back.
10 people you’d like to get to know 🫶🏻 thanks @storietilman for the tag !!
⭐️last song: doors by noah kahan
⭐️currently watching: currently on my third rewatch of off campus 🤣, modern family, and ghost whisperer
⭐️current obsessions: taylor’s toy story song, traveling to NYC - planning on going in october to see harry at msg and plan to go again in december to visit my brother that lives in midtown (y’all, im fighting for my life trying to get my mom to go see joe on broadway with me bc the tickets are killer 🫠)
⭐️currently reading: beg, borrow, or steal by sarah adams
⭐️currently working on: pool day w/ steve, HH- steve and reader have their hands full w/ teenagers, outside of writing - cleaning out my crap at my moms bc i moved out awhile ago and still have so much shit there oops
⭐️currently wearing: a hot mess bc im hanging at home today - purple tshirt that has skeletons on it and my pj pants that are maroon and say howdy
⭐️last google search: why is it so rainy right now (im sick of the weather where i live)
⭐️flower: pink carnations
no pressure tags & sorry if you’ve already been tagged! @cciessuzi @jayberrr @cuddlyeren @djosfool @slutforpumpkins @harringtonsgff @fangirlposts @djobriens @snoopyharrington @pepsipoet
currently watching: ACTIVELY watching cunk on earth lol 😭 but i'm always watching gilmore girls hehehe
current obsessions: pride and prejudice (2005), the basement yard podcast, the marauders, letterboxd reviews, formula 1 (specifically manifesting anyone OTHER than kimi antonelli winning the barcelona gp this weekend)
currently reading: harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban
currently working on: not tumblr related but writing letters to my students who are graduating next week 🥺
currently wearing: red and white flannel pj pants and a spiderman tee shirt. it's bedtime.
last google search: wedding ring cartoon (i'm painting a mural at my school and i needed a reference photo lol)
flower: tulips ALWAYS.
some tags: @madssturniolo , @inkedsturnioloss , @devotedlyteenagemusic , @hauntedhouseofhorrors :))
Thank you sm for the tag @inkedsturnioloss loveee you sm
Last song... damned by Miguel
Currently watching... legend of korra and charmed (original). Plus a rewatch of Avatar the last airbender
Current obsession... shifting (big surpise there) plus Avatar the last airbender and uhm Miguel Mora (my husband)
Currently reading... my maths text book and my history essays
Currently working on... a new mini series for matt. A new au that I have been working on for the longest time. An interlude for LFV and moodboards for my old fics.
Currently wearing... my school uniform
Last google search... test papers
Flower... Larkspur
no pressure tags... @sparklejumpropequeen1sstuff @prostitute-4life @nessabarrettlover101 @stellarsturniolos @mykinkischris @megluvsmatt @kineticnecromancerfury @honeymoonchris @starsturniolo13 + anyone else who wants to join!!!
yay thank you soooo much lovey @privatelyowned-t <33
last song ... silence between songs by madison beer !!
currently watching ... rewatching stranger things , always ! but also obsessed with many different youtubers including the sturniolo triplets ( duh ) , simplylillie , chloe bunnie , & haley pham !
current obsession ... is it weird if i say a person ?? i actually dgaf lmao so joe keery and every character he's ever played !
currently reading ... too many steve harrington fics ! but i also desperately wanna finish fourth wing ! like i get the hype , it's SO good !
currently working on ... uh , nothing for this blog ! oops ! but i miiiiight be writing something for joe keery and steve harrington on another blog hehe ! told ya i'm obsessed
currently wearing ... i can't make this up but i'm wearing a hawkins shirt ( this addiction is unhealthy i fear ! ) and pj pants !
last google search ... "how much fiber is in blueberries" lmao currently on a weight loss journey.. therefore tracking macros.. and losing my damn mind..
flower ... ooh daffodil or hyacinth !
i have approximately zero friends to tag ! so if you wanna do this , pretend i tagged you haha !
Having sex with your boyfriend can be difficult when you’re worried about his brother’s hearing…
ⓘ CW. SMUT. 18+ MDNI OR ELSE I WILL THROW BUTTER AT YOU. Little to no plot (I was horny, okay?), Matt fucking his big cock up into you & making you his personal pornstar, covering mouths, unintentional edging, p n v (unprotected), cumming inside…AFTERCARE IS SILLY CUTE STUFF HEHE -- & probably more. Read at your own risk!
“Oh—oh my god, baby—fuck!”
Your entire body freezes at Matt’s loud exclamation. The bed stops the subtle creaking, sheets finally stagnant, and knees deathly still on either side of his hips.
“Wh-why did you stop?” he asks, looking up at you with glossy eyes.
His hands callous over your knees. You look around the room, trying to listen if there’s any movement from outside.
“Matt…you’re being too loud. It’s gonna be so embarrassing if I have to look your brothers in the eyes if they know what we’re doing right now…”
He lets out some sort of disgruntled whine. The sound vibrates straight to your core, the feeling of built pleasure now starting to fade.
Your body moves before your mind can catch up. You miss what you were feeling just a second ago—the way he kept nudging against that spot—the way you were riding him like you needed it to breathe…because that’s honestly what it felt like.
“God,” he groans.
You immediately let your head fall back, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Shut up, Matt. Please. We need to be quiet and I…I need m-more so…bad…”
With your eyes now squinted shut, you focus on that sensation staggering in your lower tummy. It’s intoxicating. The build of euphoria seems to triple whatever it was before, making you let out small muffled whimpers behind closed lips.
“Oh yeah, look so pretty like this, honey. Shittttt…”
Shut. Up.
It’s what you’re thinking, but you don’t say it.
You can’t say it.
Not when you know the second you open your mouth the most heinous noises will probably seep through. And that will definitely let his brothers know exactly what you’re doing. You’d rather die than experience that sort of embarrassment.
Especially knowing Chris would be the type to joke about it too.
Oh hell no. That can’t happen.
“C’mon…get out of your head, baby. Just let it feel good.”
Matt props himself up by the elbows, his abdomen flexing as he brushes some of the hair out of your face. The new adjustment makes you lean forward just the slightest—causing your puffy clit to grind hard against his pubic bone.
“Oh! Ohhh—“ you nearly lose balance as you try to bite your own hand.
Matt’s not having it. This position…obvious isn’t working.
Plus he’s already been edged by you stopping the first time. Not that it was purposeful, but still—his balls are starting to ache from how badly he needs to cum and this just…isn’t cutting it.
The next noise that hums inside your mouth is utterly sinful. Matt thrusts up into you, clawing possessively on your hips as he rocks himself over and over and over—
He’s struggling. The words aren’t the same volume as before, but they’re still too loud. You try to peel his hands off, take control of the situation.
Matt’s not having it.
Not at all.
He takes your hands under his own, plowing himself into you from beneath—hitting that spot so hard that you swear you’re seeing heaven right now, but absolutely nothing about this is holy.
In fact, you go to stretch your palm against his chest, only to fall face first onto him. He doesn’t seem bothered at all, no—just keeps fucking himself up into you like an animal.
“Oh my—fuck! You—close? Ohmygod, sweetheart, I’m so close, need you to—“
“M-Matt, sh-shhh-hhh—“
“Fuck!”
Matt’s head is thrown back. He barely registers the feeling of one of your hands squirming out of his grip as his thrusts become sloppier—sharper but only with the instinct of his hips.
“FUC—“ Matt starts to shout, but his words are then muffled by your palm over his mouth.
And god, it does something to you.
You can feel his breath against your finger, his panting that’s echoed by the slightest touch of his tongue prodding from the corner of his mouth.
You can picture exactly what he looks like as your eyes stay squinted shut from such overwhelming sensations.
And that’s when you fail to be quiet.
“Oh Matt!”
Your entire body convulses. The feeling of your orgasm ripples through you like a hurricane. A flash of binding white light shocks through your entire world as you drool onto his chest.
You hear him muffle something, but your ears were ringing too much to pick up any actual words.
Moments later, you feel what he was trying to say—warm bursts of cum filling up your sore hole as your body rides the after effects of such intense whiplash of pleasure.
You both lay there against each other, utterly exhausted.
Panting turns into even breaths eventually. You feel his heartbeat calm to a normal pattern as you laugh against him.
All that stress and you’re still not even sure if his brothers might’ve heard because…well because you kinda blacked out at some point.
“Hey!” you yelp, pulling your hand away from his mouth as he chews gently on your fingers.
“I’d just like to point out something…” he trails off, pulling you off of him and into his side.
You feel the sticky cum pool and drip slightly out of your pussy, but he knows these moments are important to you. Cleaning the mess can wait.
“I wasn’t actually the loud one towards the end. Someone else…” he gives you a pointed glare,”-was moaning like a pornstar though.”
“Like a pornstar? You idiot, that’s a bit of a stretch,” you laugh.
“Is it? I mean ‘oh my—oh my god, Matt!’”
Your jaw drops as he mocks you. You playfully smack his chest, giggling in chorus with his vibrating chest.
“No but…do you think they heard us though…” you sigh, rolling over on your back and shielding your face with your hands.
Matt leans over. He peels your fingers from your face, planting a kiss on your lips. “I actually don’t, but—if they did, I’ll say we were just watching porn or something.”
“How is that better?!”
“Well what else am I supposed to say?!”
Matt nuzzles you in his arms, kissing all over your face sweetly. You giggle as he blows a raspberry on the side of your neck.
“If they say anything, I’ll make them regret it, don’t worry. They’re just jealous they don’t have their own personal pornstar, baby.”
You scoff. “You’re an idiot.”
“An idiot with a hot ass girlfriend.”
“Shut up before I cover your mouth again.”
“Please do.”
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Paige's Notes: I just wrote two fics....and now another one? What is going on lol! This was inspired by this post, shoutout to @underthe1nfluencee ! I love gaining inspo from the community 🙈
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