This is not Chris’s girlfriend, it’s literally Gabi lmao
But holy fuck he’s hot when he dabs that guy🫣 I’m down bad and ovulating so everything he does gets me going😂🤭🫣 and HIS SMILE🥹 my baby
I think the person was referring to Oliver
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This is not Chris’s girlfriend, it’s literally Gabi lmao
But holy fuck he’s hot when he dabs that guy🫣 I’m down bad and ovulating so everything he does gets me going😂🤭🫣 and HIS SMILE🥹 my baby
I think the person was referring to Oliver

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whatchu tryna do in that shower matthew 😋
well what a start to this weeks' video lol
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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Signing off
In which Chris is on a Twitch live with Matt until he sees you cuddled up on his bed. He can’t resist, he has to leave the stream.
Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None!! Enjoy loves!
Notes: I’m BACKKKKK!! I took a year off to really focus on my metal health and all I’m going to say is shit was ROUGH. But I’m happy to be back and I’m excited to write again! BTWWW!!! - Portuguese is my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes! I consider myself fluent by now but there’s definitely things I could improve on :)
Chris leaned back in his gaming chair, running a hand through his hair as he scanned the chat flying by on his second monitor. The stream had been going for a couple hours now — chill vibes, some chatting, a little bit of gaming, a lot of teasing his chat for being chaotic as usual.
"Alright, alright, who's spamming the heart emotes? I see you," he said with a grin, shaking his head. The chat exploded with "💕💕💕" and "CHRIS IS BLUSHING" and "he's thinking about her." He laughed it off, but honestly? They weren't wrong.
It was getting late, almost midnight, and a comfortable tiredness was settling into his bones. He was about to queue up another game with Matt when his eyes drifted toward his bed that was out of frame. And there you were.
Lying on your side, wrapped in his hoodie (the gray one he never let you steal, except he always did), blankets pulled up to your chin. Your eyes were closed, your breathing slow and even, one hand tucked under your pillow. The soft glow of the hallway light caught your face just right, and Chris felt his entire chest go warm.
He forgot for a second that he was live. "Holy—” He caught himself, letting out a quiet laugh. The chat exploded again.
"WHAT IS HE LOOKING AT"
"CHRIS??"
"he saw her chat he's done for"
"bro is GONE"
Chris smiled and leaned into the headset mic close, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “Yeah I gotta go guys. Matt, im hopping off.” The chat flooded with "WAIT" and "NOOO" and "IT'S HER ISN'T IT." He didn't even read them. He just clicked the "Leave Stream" button, pulled off his headset, and pushed back from the desk.
He padded towards the bed as quietly as he could, but the floorboards gave him away with a soft creak. You stirred, blinking sleepily. "Chris?" Your voice was all fuzzy and warm. "Go back to sleep," he whispered, already sliding into bed beside you. You turned toward him without thinking, pressing your face into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket up over both of your shoulders.
"Stream ended early?" you mumbled against his shirt. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, breath warm in your hair. "Yeah," he said softly. "Matt was getting tired." But in Matt’s room, the chat was still flooded with heart emojis and people yelling about how down bad their favorite streamer was. Matt rolled his eyes knowing exactly why Chris left.
Neither of you knew. Neither of you cared. Chris was right where he wanted to be.

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WE NEED MORE OF CHRIS SHIRTLESS🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭
Love you Gabi but please move😅😅 we need to see what’s behind you
hi! could I request a fic where reader and chris are dating, but prior to them dating she was besties with nick, and because she is always with chris, nick wants to spend time with just her to catch up on ru pauls drag race, but chris gets jealous and joins them in nicks room?
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themes/warnings: fluff, chris sturniolo x f!reader, platonic nick sturniolo x f!reader, not proofread
Please send in requests, they are open!! <3
wc: 633
- chemtrails ; lizzy mcalpine (part 2 of this)
contains: guilt, unprotected sex, arguing, begging, self harm, let me know if i missed anything.
pairing: ex to bf!matt x ex to gf!reader
know before you read: lowercase intended. this was a request from
chris: hasnt it been like a month? why haven’t you apologized yet? she might have moved on.
matt: because she won’t talk to me. my chest physically hurts not being able to tell her i love her and i’m sorry.
chris: then go to her house right now, and tell her exactly that.
chris: you broke nicole’s heart, matt. she needs an apology.
it’s been a month since you and matt broke up. you two haven’t talked at all since that one night. you’ve thought of him every single day since you guys ended, and you wonder if he has thought of you too.
a knock at your house door interrupts your thoughts. you reluctantly go open the door and immediately feel tears in your eyes. “matt?”
“i’m so fucking sorry, nicole. i love you. i regret what i did so much. can you just give me time to explain?”
you swallow and hesitantly open the door for him to come in. “five minutes to talk.”
he nods and instantly starts talking. “i only did what i did with her because i thought i wasn’t good enough for you. i didn’t mean anything i said.”
you frown. “matt. it took you a month to come apologize, and this is what you say? i have cut myself almost everyday because of what you did.” you say, showing him your wrist.
he immediately starts sobbing. “shit..i’m so sorry. i didn’t want to hurt you, i promise. i feel so fucking bad.”
“does chris know? know that you broke my fucking heart and you beg to get me to come back?” you practically yell.
you sigh. “is she out of your life?” he nods multiple times. “she’s long gone out of my life.”
you nod and hug him, starting to sob also. you pull him to your bedroom and crash your lips into his.
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“are you going to make it up to me?” you question, receiving another nod.
you take his sweats off, taking your bottoms off also. “i missed you so fucking much.” you look up at him. “i missed you too.”
you both get on the bed. he puts you on your hands and knees and pulls off his boxers. you take off your panties and press back against him teasingly.
he slowly slides into you and groans, “fuckk..” he starts moving slowly after adjusting.
the room is quiet except for you and matt’s moans and breathing. he thrusts into you slowly, not going fast or hard.
“you’re so perfect..” he coos, receiving a whimper from you.
you guys are laying in bed together after finishing, you asleep and him on his phone.
matt: me and nicole made up.
chris: she actually forgave you after what you did?
matt: will you calm down, please? i’m not ever going to do it again. i’d kill myself before breaking her heart again.
chris: good.
when you wake up, the bed is empty where matt was. after walking out of your bedroom, you instantly smell pancakes. “matt sturniolo cooking? how suprising.” you tease.
he grins. “been learning.”
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safe word | c.s
⚠︎ - smut. pnv (unprotected). rough sex. use of safe word. swearing. pet names. fluff at the end?
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“chris- please. it’s too much.” you whine, the wet slap of skin on skin echoed throughout the room. your walls spasm around him as you felt his cock pressing up against your sweet spot, tearing a loud sob from your throat. your thighs already soaked and shaking from the uncountable orgasms you’ve had this past hour.
you trembled uncontrollably under chris as he slams into you over and over again, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. “you can take it baby- fuckkkk.” he growled, his voice rough.
you were getting overstimulated, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, practically begging to come out. you tried keeping up with the intensity of his thrusts but it started getting too much for you to handle. your mind reeling from all the pleasure and pain, you could feel yourself breaking.
“so fucking full of me, taking me so well.” a whimper escaped your throat, as chris takes his hand off your hip and presses down on your lower abdomen, causing you to gasp at the sensation of his cock filling you. tears finally fall down your flushed cheeks, your lower body reacting by trying to push away from his touch. but he didn’t stop. he was so lost in his mind, only thinking about how good you felt around him, forgetting to check on you.
his thrusts immediately getting harder and faster, you were nearing closer to your breaking point. chris had been taking out his anger from his sibling drama on you, taking it way too far. suddenly, he pulls out almost all the way and slams back into you, ripping a choked scream from your throat. you knew you couldn’t take anymore at this rate.
“o-orange.” you whimper, barely above a whisper. chris continues moving, too deep in his thoughts to notice you babbling incoherent words under him. you try again, “orange, chris. please.”
suddenly, everything stopped. his hips immediately stop at a halt. the haze of anger and lust leaving his mind, his breath catching in his throat realizing what he had done. you had used the word that you both agreed upon saying if things ever became too much.
dread washed over him in an instant, the realization of how far he’d gone finally sinking in. “fuck,” he breathed, the word barely more than a whisper. guilt crashed into him all at once, so overwhelming it left him struggling to catch his breath.
“i’m so sorry, sweetheart. i didn’t know i was being too harsh, i should’ve known better.” he whispered, voice thick of regret. his hands rub soft circles against your warm, tender skin. he stayed inside you, not slipping out knowing that it would cause you more pain.
“it’s okay, chris.” you choke out. his heart pounds in his chest, still aching with the fact you even had to use that word. he couldn’t believe himself and how far he had let himself go. his head drops down to your shoulder, pressing soft apologetic kisses doing whatever he could to make you feel better.
“please forgive me, y/n. i never meant for it to get that bad. i wasn’t thinking and i took my anger out on you. i promise that wasn’t my intention. i’m so so sorry. forgive me, love. please.” he softly pleads to you, bringing your hands up to his face. “chris, it’s okay. i promise. i know you didn’t intend to hurt me.” you reassure him.
a few moments passed in silence as chris traced gentle patterns across your skin, his touch lingering as he tried to calm you, offering comfort without a word. he brings himself up from your chest slowly, “im gonna pull out now, okay?” he whispers, only focusing on you, and you only.
you nod your head, wincing at the pain as he gently pulls out of you. the sound making his heart ache all over again, another wave of guilt flooding over him. his voice trembles as he presses a kiss to your temple, getting up from the bed. making his way to the bathroom, he reassures you that he’ll be back in a second.
a minute passes and chris is making his way back to you with a warm rag, cleaning you up. he starts at your thighs, becoming more and more gentle as he made his way up. you thank him softly as he throws the rag over to the side somewhere.
he lifts the blanket and covers you both, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest as you both lay skin to skin under the sheets. he apologizes to you over and over again, not accepting all your “okay’s”, just wanting to make sure that you’re fully safe.
again, his lips press softly against your shoulder, just laying there with you. all the lust that filled the room earlier, disappeared. now, it was all just love and gentleness. his thumb swipes over your stomach, rubbing small circles, murmuring soft apologies attempting to do something as he tried to make up for the pain he has caused.
time passed as chris listened to your breathing gradually even out, the tension leaving your body as sleep finally claimed you. careful not to disturb you, he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before settling beside you, his eyes growing heavy as he slowly drifted off to sleep as well.
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in which… writer!matt needs help calming down
tw!!: not proof read!, mention of death, angst, fluff, crying, cuddling, mentions of not eating, loss of self, petnames
its safe to say writing a book isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, especially when it’s about anxiety and loss. and well matt? he was going through it.

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐅𝐅!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 . . . 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 1
Boston had gone silent.
Over the last two months — over thousands of people have died from the contagious bites from zombies. You don't know how many survivors there are. You don't know if this is affected worldwide or if just Massachusetts got the bad luck. You never would have been prepared for this, not if you didn't have your father.
He hasn't left your side since that emergency broadcast took over every single electronic device in Boston. Constantly watching, alert, gun gripped tightly in his rough hands, finger just centimeters away from the trigger, ready to shoot the walking dead in the heart. And that's exactly what's happening now.
The streets are quiet. No groans from zombies, no screams, no noise. And that scared you more than any loudness ever could.
Your steps were quiet, boots crunching softly under gravel, one hand holding the strap of your backpack, the other had Loki's leash wrapped around your knuckles.. "Don't worry, sweetie, the grocery store isn't far," your dad said, rubbing your back for a short moment before pulling away like affection burned him.
When you'd stepped into the dark building, fridges sizzling like their on their last breath, the cashier untouched since the last person who worked their night shift before the apocalypse. It was deathly silent as you both snuck through.
Now — Matt was on isle ten, silently shoving canned food into his bag, movements quick and practiced, like he understood exactly how to be silent. His shaggy hair was messy, facial hair outgrown into a stubble along his clenched jaw.
Then, he heard a crash from down the store. His body worked on reflexes as he slammed the last can in his bag, zipping it and then reaching for the gun strapped into his belt. Flicking off the safety, he held the firearm high, pointed straight until he heard hushed voices.
"You're being too loud," came a hushed man's voice, then your apologetic whisper replied. "I'm sorry, dad," so quiet he almost didn't hear it. But he didn't drop his gun, to dead set on the idea that it might be a zombie or someone who got bit.
When Matt rounded the corner with the weapon, you'd looked up, eyes widening in surprise. Your dad had already seen, his gun also raised as he took a side step in front of you. "We're not bit," your dad spoke, voice low and protective. Matt paused when he saw you.
Soft eyes, hair tied back, an oversized hoodie half off your shoulder with a gun strapped to your bare thigh. And he lowered his gun. Barely, but a little bit. He still stayed quiet, untrusting and hesitant. Then his blue eyes fell to the german shepard by your side — also now stood tall in front of you somehow also protecting you.
"You sure?" He cocks a brow, tilting his head in focus as his finger moved closer to the trigger. He didn't wanna shoot, and he probably wasn't gonna, but it wouldn't be the first time a human has lied to him and then nearly eated his arm off. "Yes, jesus, what more do you want?" your dad snapped, clearly gaining frustration at Matt's actions.
Then, you spoke up, quiet but polite. "Are you alone?" You question, nudging your foot gently onto Loki's bum, silently telling him to sit. And he listened, perching into a sitting position right between your slightly spread legs. Matt snickered, gun finally dropping. "And what does it matter to you?" He snaps, shoving his gun back into his waistband.
"Get your food and go back to whatever shelter you own," He snickered, turning to walk back. You blinked in surprise at the gruff and mean tone in his voice. "What'dya own the place? Is there any reason to be that much of a—" your dad spoke up, quick to jump to your defense. But you interrupted him.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, he's probabaly just stressed," you say, finding it odd but understanding. I mean, you guys were in a zombie apocalypse after all. "C'mon, we got what we need"
And with that you held your father's arm, before guiding his angry figure back out of the store.
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𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: passed!matt x grieving!reader
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Angst
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𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You struggle with overwhelming grief after Matt’s death. At his grave, you reflect on the future you lost together, and later find a small sense of comfort when Chris joins you, as you both share your pain and support each other.
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Very angsty, mentions of grief, death of a loved one, suicideal thoughts, survivor’s guilt, depression, SH and relapse mentions, smoking, emotional breakdowns, therapy, mental health discussions, disturbing dreams, heavy emotional themes, unhealthy coping mechanisms, use of y/n, use of nicknames (honey). If you need help, please call or text 988. (U.S) Or visit findahelpline.com to find support in your country.
𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: I was bawling it at this fic bruh @dailydoseofchratt thanks for letting me use inspo twina
"it's been one month since he passed"
You said shakily to your therapist. "I don't even want to believe he's gone."
Your lips shake and she gives you a look of sympathy, picking up her clipboard with lined paper on it.
"Do you think you handled his funeral well?" She asks. You nod and swallow softly.
"That's good." She says quietly.
You wipe your eyes. "I miss him a lot, Mrs Linda." You fidget with your sleeve, snapping the rubber band against your wrist.
She tilts her head.
"Have you relapsed recently?" She asked.
You chew at the inside of your cheek and nod, tears welling up in your eyes.
"How long ago?" She asks, not forcing or pushing you to tell.
"About 3 days ago," you say shamefully. She nods. "It's nothing to be ashamed about,"
You shrug, pulling your legs up to your chest in the chair.
"I should've been there with him, I should've went with him," You hiccup, holding in a sob. "It's not fair."
You say, looking out the window behind her.
"It's normal to feel that way, Y/N." You sniffle and lean your head back.
"We were supposed to get married...have kids." You say.
"We always said we'd name the girl Delilah and the boy Owen." You say, a sad smile on your face. She smiles and nods.
"Those are beautiful names." She says, glancing at the clock.
"I'm sorry honey, it looks like our time is up." She says, grabbing a piece of paper.
"If it makes you feel any better, i can sign you up for depression pills, no side effects."
She writes what she needs to write and hands it to you. You take the paper in your hands.
She stands, and you follow after her. She puts a sympathetic hand on your shoulder.
"I feel for you, y/n, I really do." You nod and she follows you out of her office.
"I'll see you next session, m'kay?" You nod. "See you."
The days after felt like hell. You dreamt of him again, like you do every night.
"Come on, y/n!" He says with a grin as he runs through the field. "Matt, where are we? I can't run that fast!" You say, a wide grin on your face as you try and pick up your pace.
You trip, falling into the grass with a thud. You groan and lift up your head.
"Matt, help!" You say with a laugh, looking around.
You realise he's not there.
"Matt?" You say, confused. "Matt???" You repeat, louder this time.
You get up and start to run again.
"Matt!" You yell.
You stop abruptly as you see him on the floor, blood pouring from his wrists.
Tears fall down your eyes as you fall to the ground next to him.
"I'm so sorry, Matt, I'm so so sorry."
You say, resting your head on his chest.
"Y/n..." You hear a voice faintly calling your name. You lift up your head.
"Come on, you have to wake up." They say. "Matt?" You call. You feel a small shove.
You wake up to Chris' laying next to you.
"Matt.." you say softly. Chris shakes his head, tears rising in his eyes.
"No honey, it's me, Chris." You analyse his features.
"You look so much like him..." You say softly, placing a hand on his cheek.
He nods, choking back tears. "I know, I know."
You break down, burying your face into his shoulder.
He threads his fingers through your hair. "You were saying his name in your sleep." He says softly.
You don't answer.
A few hours go by and you're getting ready to visit his grave, putting on the blue hoodie that was his favourite.
You grab your keys and walk out the door.
The drive felt like the longest 10 minutes of your life, knowing you'll be visiting him, but you won't be visiting him.
You stop the car at the front of the cemetery and walk to his grave.
You sigh and sit next to his tombstone. "Hi Matt," you say.
"I miss you a lot."
He doesn't answer. Of course he doesn't, he can't. He never will.
"I miss the sound of your voice... Your smell...I miss your touch."
You sob, then you laugh. "If you were here right now you'd probably call me corny." You sniffle, wiping your nose.
"I always loved that about you, you were able to make a joke out of everything."
The wind blows softly through the cemetery, making the trees creak and leaves fall above you.
You fidget with the sleeves of Matt’s hoodie that you put on, his favourite one. The one he only accepted you wearing.
It still didn’t even feel real.
Like somehow he’d still come walking up the hill with that stupid lopsided smile, laughing at you for crying over him again.
You rest your head against the weeping angel over his grave, your head fitting against it's rough shoulder like it was his.
“Chris says I should start writing songs again,” you mumble. "To make me feel better."
Matt always loved the songs you would right, he would sometimes even try and sing your lyrics.
“He also says I should eat properly again," you say, quieter this time.
"Keeps leaving snacks outside my bedroom door like I’m some scared animal.” A shaky laugh leaves your lips.
“He misses you too, you know.”
Silence.
You close your eyes.
“Nick won’t go in your room anymore.” Your voice cracks.
“And Chris acts fine until everyone goes to sleep.” You swallow hard. “Then I hear him crying.”
You look to the side. "I hate hearing him cry."
Your chest aches so badly you think it might split open.
“I don’t know how to do this without you.” The words come out smaller than you meant them to.
A tear slips down your cheek and lands on the sleeve of the hoodie.
"I'm smoking again." You swallow.
"On the brightside I haven't relapsed in a week." The wind dies down and the only sound you can hear is your own ears ringing.
“You promised me forever, Matt.”
You sit there for a moment.
"Now I know to never drink root beer again, or I'll get emotional." You laugh softly at yourself again.
"God." You mumble, wiping your eyes. The breeze suddenly picks up, cold against your face.
You take something out of your pocket and place it on top of his grave. Something you made for him for his birthday.
You never got to give it to him.
"I made this for you." You say softly. "Blue was your favourite."
It was a small blue rose keychain that had a small ribbon tied around it.
"The ribbons supposed to be me attached to the blue rose at all times."
You choke out a sob. "The blue rose was supposed to be you."
You squint, trying not to let your tears out.
Then your phone buzzes.
You almost ignore it. But eventually you pull it from your pocket.
"'Chrissy wissy🤞🥹' is calling"
You answer weakly.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” he says softly. “You at the cemetery?”
You glance at the angel. "Yeah,"
There’s a pause on the line.
“Can I come sit with you?” your voice shakes as you reply. “mhm.”
Ten minutes later, Chris walks up the hill carrying three coffees.
His hair is messy, hoodie half zipped, eyes red like he hasn’t slept.
For a second it's painful to look at him.
He looks so much like Matt it practically winds you.
Chris sits beside you quietly and hands you a coffee, then puts the other one next to Matt's grave.
The silence isn’t awkward.
Not at all.
Just... sad.
Chris finally exhales.
“I had a dream about him too.” You look over at him.
“He was making fun of me,” Chris says with a watery laugh.
“Said I looked homeless because I forgot to shave.”
A small tired laugh escapes you before you can stop it.
“Sounds like him.”
“Yeah.”
Chris stares at the grave for a long moment before speaking again.
“I think…” He pauses, swallowing.
“I think he’d be disappointed in us.”
You furrow your brows. “Why?”
“Because we've basically stopped living.”
The words strike a nerve more than you expected.
Chris wipes at his face quickly. “He loved you so much, y/n. More than anything.” his voice shakes.
“And if he knew you were hurting yourself because he’s gone-”
“I know,” you whisper.
“No,” Chris says gently. “You don’t.”
He looks at you then, really looks at you, and you look at him back, no matter how much it hurts.
“He wouldn’t want you to follow him.” Your eyes burn again.
“I miss him too much.”
“I know.”
Chris reaches over carefully, like he’s scared you’ll break apart, and takes your hand.
“Missing him..." He pauses. "Missing him and joining him aren’t the same thing.”
You stare at his face for a moment too long, almost reminiscing.
The rubber band still sits around your wrist.
Slowly, Chris reaches over and slides it off.
Neither of you say anything about it. He just stuffs it quietly into his pocket.
The sun begins setting behind the cemetery, warm orange light spilling across the grass.
For the first time in a long time, the ache in your chest doesn’t feel quite as suffocating.
Still there. Still horrible. But survivable.
You lean your head against Chris’ shoulder and look at Matt’s grave one more time.
"missin' you heaps, baby,” you whisper.
The wind blows softly through the trees again, and both of you sob.
You try to smile, but you can't.
"You don't have to pretend you're fine, you know." You say. He just nods.
You and him stay beside Matt’s grave until the sun disappears completely, sitting quietly with your shoulders pressed together.
The grief still hurts like hell, but for the first time in weeks, it doesn’t feel quite as lonely.
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⤷ smut ⋮ bf!matt x fem!reader ⋮ gagging
you and Matt are visiting his family back in Boston, and finally have some alone time together after hectic days. since you're a loud moaner, Matt has to do something to keep you quiet...
"they’re gone. finally." you hear Matt grumble as he closes the bedroom door with a soft click, the sound amplifying the sudden quiet of the house. he turns, his gaze locking onto yours, a need in his eyes that made your stomach clench.
"gone? really gone?" you whisper a little too excited,
"mom just texted. they’re picking up the pizza. and they promised to stop for ice cream. we have… time." he smirks.
he reaches the bed, his hands landing on your knees, his fingers warm through your jeans. a shiver traces a path up your spine.
"how much time?" your voice a little breathy,
his thumbs graze the denim over your thighs, sending currents through you, "enough. more than enough."
the last few days, filled with polite family dinners, forced smiles, and stolen glances, had been a special kind of torture. every brush of shoulders, every accidental touch, ignited a wildfire that had nowhere to burn. now, the dam threatened to burst.
he leans in, his scent, something earthy and clean, surrounds you. your eyes flutter closed as his lips finally meet yours. it’s not just a gentle kiss; it’s a desperate, starved communion. his mouth is hot, demanding, his tongue tangling with yours. you respond with your fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you.
the kiss deepens, a messy dance of tongues and teeth. a soft moan escapes your throat, lost in the intensity of his kiss. his hands slide from your knees, up your thighs, finding the soft curve of your hips, pulling you flush against him. you feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against you, a clear indication of his own desperate need.
"Matt…" you pull back slightly, your lips swollen
his forehead rests against yours, his own breath ragged, "god, i’ve needed you. so bad."
his fingers fumble with the button of your jeans with urgency. you help him, your own hands shaking as you unfasten the denim. the zipper groans as it gives way, and he pushes the jeans down your hips, his touch sending goosebumps across your skin. he pulls back just enough to watch, his eyes dark with desire, as your jeans fall to your ankles, pooling around your feet.
you wear a pair of delicate lace panties, a soft pink against your skin. his gaze lingers there that makes your core ache.
he kneels before you, his hands cupping your bare thighs. his thumbs trace the lace, teasing the edge of the fabric. you shift on the bed, a soft whimper escaping you. he leans in, his tongue darting out to taste the skin of your inner thigh, just beneath the pink lace. a jolt shoots through you, electrifying every nerve ending.
"Matty, please… don’t tease now, we need to hurry.." as your fingers thread into his hair
he rises, pushing you gently back onto the bed until you’re lying on your back, your legs still bent, your knees tented. he hovers over you, his eyes never leaving yours, a question passing between you. you answer with a slight nod, a silent invitation.
he sheds his own clothes with a practiced ease, his movements fluid and quick. his t-shirt lands on the floor. his jeans follow, and then his boxers, exposing his cock, thick and hard. it pulses with a life of its own, a deep red head gleaming with pre-cum.
he kisses you again, a slow, deep exploration, his tongue swirling with yours. his hand travels down your stomach, finding the warm, wet slit between your legs. his fingers tease the lace of your panties, then slip beneath, finding your clit. a gasp tears from your throat, muffled by his kiss.
his thumb circles your clit, a gentle, insistent pressure that sends shivers through your entire body. you arch into his touch, your hips lifting instinctively. your panties are already damp, the lace clinging to your skin.
"oh, fuck…" you pull away moaning, loud.
"you’re so wet for me." he responds.
he pulls your panties down, his fingers still teasing your clit as he slips the fabric past your hips. they come off with a soft resistance, pooling around your ankles, joining your jeans. you are completely exposed, your pussy wet and swollen, the inner lips glistening.
he pushes your legs further apart, his gaze fixed on your sex. he leans down, his breath warm against your sensitive skin. his tongue darts out, licking the sensitive folds of your pussy. a cry escapes you, pure pleasure.
your back arches, your fingers digging into the sheets, "Matt!" you cry out.
he sucks gently on your clit, his tongue swirling, teasing, driving you mad. you are a tangled mess of sensations, your body humming, vibrating with need. your hips buck, seeking more, always more.
"you’re going to be loud, aren’t you?", he asks, voice muffled since his mouth is still on your pussy
suddenly, a loud, insistent *HONK* echoes from outside. both of your heads snap towards the window. your eyes widen in alarm, "fuck, they’re back already!", while you hear the front door open.
Matt’s eyes dart around the room, a frantic energy seizing him. your panties lay discarded on the floor, a soft pink accusation. his gaze lands on them, then back to your face, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
a wicked grin spreading across his face as he says,
"i told you we had time. just not… this much."
he snatches your panties from the floor, the delicate lace a stark contrast to the urgency of the moment.
"what are you doing? they’ll hear us! i’m always so loud…" you whine,
he doesn’t answer, his movements swift and decisive. he twists the panties into a soft ball, his eyes locking onto yours, a silent command in their depths.
"shhh baby… gotta keep quiet now" a low whisper in response.
he pushes the soft, lacy ball into your mouth, gently but firmly. the fabric is surprisingly soft against your tongue, a strange, sweet taste of your own filling your mouth. your mouth is full, unable to form any sound beyond a muffled hum.
your eyes, wide with surprise and a sudden rush of adrenaline, meet his. a wave of heat washes over you, a mix of embarrassment and an unexpected thrill. he leans in close, his lips brushing your ear.
his voice a husky whisper, a hint of dark humor in it,
"this is for your own good, sweetheart. wouldn’t want to give my mom a heart attack, would we?"
he grins, a devilish glint in his eyes. he positions himself between your legs, his hard cock hovering at your entrance. you can feel the heat radiating from him, the tip slick with pre-cum. your pussy aches, clenches, desperate for him.
he pushes in slowly, his eyes fixed on yours, watching your reaction. the soft fabric in your mouth prevents any sound, but your eyes convey everything: the shock, the pleasure, the overwhelming surge of sensation. your lips stretch around the fabric, your cheeks puffing slightly.
his cock slides in, a slow invasion. it’s a tight fit, your body still adjusting to the sudden, unexpected intrusion. a muffled grunt escapes you, a sound of pleasure, trapped behind the lace. he pushes deeper, filling you.
your pussy clenches around him, a tight, wet glove. he groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through your joined bodies.
the rhythm begins, slow and deliberate at first, then building in intensity. his hips pump against yours, his balls slapping against you with each thrust. the sound is a wet, rhythmic shlick. you can feel his foreskin sliding back and forth, rubbing against your inner walls.
your body responds instinctively, your hips rising to meet his thrusts. your hands find purchase on his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin, leaving faint red marks. the panties in your mouth feel strange, a soft gag that heightens every other sensation. the inability to vocalize your pleasure makes it even more intense, a delicious, agonizing burn that spreads through your core.
he leans down, his lips brushing your neck, then your collarbone. his breath is hot against your skin, and you can feel the tremor in his body, a reflection of your own. his voice ragged, close to your ear,
"fuuuck, you feel so good. so fuckin’ tight."
he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. he sees the pleasure, the desperation. a satisfied smirk plays on his lips.
your pussy is slick, wet, a balance of squelching sounds accompanying each of his deep penetrations. you can feel the pressure building inside you, an unbearable tension.
your body starts to spasm, small tremors rippling through you. your toes curl, your fingers clench. the panties in your mouth are soaked with your saliva, a sweet taste. you push against him, your hips bucking and urging him on.
he groans, his breath catching in his throat. he pumps faster, deeper, his cock burying itself inside you with each thrust. the friction is amazing.
you can feel yourself nearing the edge of orgasm. your pussy clenches around him, squeezing, milking him. he lets out a quiet groan, his body tensing, then shuddering.
he spills inside you, a hot, thick gush that fills you completely. your body convulses around him. your muffled cries are lost behind the fabric, but your body speaks volumes, arching, trembling, seizing.
he collapses onto you with his cock still hard and full, remaining buried deep inside you, pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax.
he pulls the panties from your mouth, the fabric wet and warm. you gasp, drawing in a shaky breath, your lips swollen and tingling.
"holy fuck…" is all you manage to say.
he kisses you again, he tastes of you, of sex, of pure bliss.
"see? i told you we had enough time."
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