Life line

obsessed!matt x partygirl!reader

⚠️warnings ⚠️ angst, mean matt, fighting,mention of alcohol and weed

summary - you broke off you and matts relationship 2 months ago but you see him at a party. What will happen next?

It was a cold night in October the time of year where all of the party's are brought to life, where all of your fantasy's come out of the dark. Where people tend to be more joyful and relaxed, however that's not the case for me. Right about two months before the cold started creeping in I had a boyfriend, his name was Matt and I loved him. At the time we had been dating for two years about to be three, but one day I heard a notification on his phone but he was in the shower so I just checked it. Come to find out he was texting another girl, after I had saw the text that read "okayy so plans this weekend?" So like any women would I talked to him about it, at first the conversation was Normal but quickly escalated when he tried to put his hands on me. Matt has never been rough, never yelled at me, never put his hands on me in a mean demeanor. Tonight was very different, the air was thick with tension when the question hung into the air like smoke that wouldn't go away, "who is this? And why is she texting you?" I speak to him in a normal tone not being aggressive not even in the slightest. "It's a friend? What I can't have fucking friends now? Are you that controlling!" Matt spits at me his mean words cut like knife's leaving me to bleed after a simple question. "I didn't say that I just asked a question why are you being so rude?" I say crossing my arms looking at Matt who didn't even look like himself instead he looked mean and hateful. "Whatever stop snooping" he says putting in his hoodie grabbing his phone and laying down in the bed not saying another word. "Answer the question Matt. Who is she?" I say still not getting into the bed even after multiple hand gestures signaling for me to lay down. Matt flings up after my words and walks towards me causing me to jump backwards. "I said don't fucking worry about it!" He screams pinning me against the wall and grabbing my wrist. Hard, hard enough to leave bruises, hard enough to break my heart and not recognize the man that once cared for me. "matt get off of me" i say trying to tug my hand away but i just hurt myself more. "Why do you think im cheating huh?" he yells in my face gripping me tighter and slamming me back agaisnt the wall for the second time. "matt your hurting me." i say sounding so little and so overpowered compared to his mean remarks. "Answer the fucking question" he spits, "well your texting other girls now please let me go." i say desperately hoping to get out of his hurtful firm grip. "So i cant text people now?" he says raising his voice higher somehow. "But if i was texting a boy you would be mad too" i say now on the verdge of tears. "That's different" he says letting me go and stepping back getting quieter. "what is up with you matt?" i say begging for answers, begging for a reason why the person who once cared for me most now doesnt care at all. "Nothing im fine." he says not even looking me in the eyes, looking more hurt then angry. "okay matt call me when you wanna be reasonable." i say storming out and slamming his door hoping a drive will fix this pain building in my chest, hoping i can escape the harsh words he just spit in my face. I just want him to love me the way i love him.

matts pov

i love her too much to let her chase after something thats already gone, i have never been able to be in a relationship i can't communicate i dont want to communicate. And i let myself fall inlove with the prettist girl in the worl only to let her down, does that mean i'll change? be better? I wish, i wish it was that easy to give up my ways and drop everything for her. I never loved anyone before i never thought i would ever feel it till the moment i laid eyes on her. Beautiful,smart, funny, kind, everything i had ever wanted in a girl. Untill i messed it up by falling too hard. I wish i wasnt like this i wish i could go back in time and erase my mistakes and right my wrongs. But i cant every mistake leads to the future leads us to now where my girlfriend just left my house, she left my house. Normally its the other way around but shes being petty all because a "girl" was texting me. Even though i was being rude and harsh her leaving hurt me in a different way i cannot explain. After that day i didnt hear from her besides her saying "were done" Then she ignored all my calls, texts, vocemails, avoided me in person. Everything, she hates me. I didnt know it would hurt this badly, i felt like i was being stabbed and getting my heart ripped out all over again when i saw her at the party looking effortlessly stunning especially in that outift. Gosh how can she be so gorgeous but so mean.

end of matts pov

Now im not gonna act like it didnt hurt. It hurt badly leaving matt ignoring his measages, calls, everything. But i was tired of it tired of the lies the non effort the mean harsh words, i was tired of him. But i still love him i feel like i need him to breathe air, i need him to function, i just need him. Seeing him at this party hurt me all over again. normally i love parties but now, all i want is to leave and never look back. So i do , i say goodbye to all my friends but of course before leaving out of the door i run into someone. "sorry i-" i cut myself off the familiar sent filling my nose. Matt, its matt "im gonna go" i say before he can stop me. He looks... sad? almost sadder than me, not mad , sad. I didnt know i had that effect onto him i thought he hated me. Before i can think to much about it i leave and i dont look back. But before i can get into my car i feel a pair of hands on me.

a/n- 😱😱 matt wtf bro not cool

- San Antonio

-Houston

I feel less insane with you guys

“I don’t get why ppl don’t like Mia bloom she didn’t do anything” idc she pisses me off.

breaking my silence.

I am TIRED of hearing ppl say that the triplets are lazy. That’s fucking stupid of yall to say, they are trying so hard. Not to mention they have tour, which they mentioned was more expensive, there is more to do and it’s farther away then The lets trip tour and versus tour. Ppl are also pissed they aren’t going over seas. It’s definitely not their fault. Ik this isn’t gonna be seen by many others but I’m still stating my opinion. I feel so bad for them, yall need to cut them some slack. The video that was posted on a Saturday wasn’t bc they were lazy and just didn’t want to post, they have a life outside of posting and everyone needs to understand that, I get it, some people weren’t happy but it needs to be let go of. Also, not to mention how DISGUSTING people are?? I came on tumblr bc of my mate, turns out this is a disgusting place where ppl sexualize them. Calling them sluts and making sexual fanfics is not something they are comfortable with. They mentioned it in so many videos. Nick had to censor his pants in one video, isn’t that a clear sign they know ppl think that way about them? It’s just gross **imo**. It honestly scares me knowing ppl who sexualize them are going on tour, i would be grossed out too if I were them. Even though I am hypersexual, I wouldnt publicly announce that I sexualized them if I did. I think it’s just embarrassing for the ppl who do that. They don’t have a chance with them no matter what. ((I got a hate kink so keep reblogging babes))

✶⋆.˚ REDDIT RABBIT HOLE n MOANS ,, MATT STURNIOLO IN WHICH MATT IS AN NSFW VOICE ACTOR ON REDDIT

u/MrMunch667 · 1d · Verified!

NSFW [M4F] Alone again… [Ramblefap] [Whimpering] [Male moans] [Tons of Begging] [Edging] [Real Orgasm]

LISTEN [10:58]

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it started as a joke. your friend—who was way too deep into the world of nsfw audio—sent you link after link, swearing up and down that the right voice could change your life.

"it’ll never be me," you scoffed, deleting the messages without opening them. but she was persistent, always bringing it up in conversation, laughing about the audios she found, talking about her favorite voice actors. eventually, one night, curiosity won.

you weren’t sure what did it, if it was boredom or intrigue, but you clicked on one. then another. and another. and suddenly, you were hooked. there was just something about the rawness of it, the way it felt so personal, like someone was whispering just for you. it was hot, undeniably so. so much so that you ended up making a reddit account just to save your favorites. you told yourself it was just in case.

then you stumbled across him.

u/mrmunch667.

nothing about his profile stood out—no personal details, no flashy bio, just a simple: new audios every week. male. i am 22. single. 18+ please dni if you're a minor (:

the backwards smiley caught your attention. it reminded you of matt. he always used them when he texted.

but that was stupid, right? it could be anyone.

so you ignored it. and you listened. and then you listened again. and again. every week, without fail, you found yourself checking for his new posts. saving. upvoting. sometimes, you even commented. and then, one day, you got a reply.

1 notification on reddit: u/mrmunch667 replied to your comment on r/gonewildaudio.

that was when you knew you were in too deep.

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matt was just a friend. someone you saw in group settings, always surrounded by mutuals. you'd never hung out alone, never had a one-on-one moment that wasn’t just passing conversation at a party or game night. he was just matt. your friend.

so when plans got canceled last minute, leaving just the two of you, it was weird.

but he didn’t make it weird. he was casual, like always, inviting you in with a lazy half-smile and a scratch at his jaw. “guess it’s just us, huh?”

he gave you a quick tour of his place, leading you through the hallway with easy strides. “this is my room,” he said, pushing open the door. normal. plain. some framed posters, a neatly made bed, a desk setup. “desktop’s just for gaming ‘n stuff.”

stuff?

you didn’t ask. you just nodded. “cool.”

back in the living room, he threw on a movie—basic instinct (1992)—and settled in beside you. it was fine at first. comfortable, even. but then he started shifting. clearing his throat. adjusting the blanket over his lap. it wasn’t until the next sex scene that you noticed.

his breath hitched.

you glanced over. bad move.

his head was steady, eyes locked on the screen, but his fingers twitched against his knee. his thighs tensed. then, under the blanket, his hand moved. like he was hiding something.

“you good?”

he hummed. “mhm.”

suspicious.

but you didn’t piece it together until you leaned over him, reaching for the remote. his breath stuttered, a barely-there grunt slipping free.

your eyes snapped to him. “sorry. didn’t know you liked the movie that much.”

“no, i don’t—i mean, i do. it’s jus… your hand was close to my dick—.”

“matt are you hard?”

silence.

“…matt.”

he exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face before finally looking at you. his eyes were darker than usual, almost guilty, but there was something else there too. something like want.

he swallowed. “yeah.”

heat pooled in your stomach. you shifted closer, pulse kicking up. “would you… um. would you like some help?”

he blinked. then, slowly, he nodded.

you shifted closer, deliberate and teasing, letting your fingers trace over the outline of his cock, dragging your palm over his sweats just to feel the twitch beneath. he sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t make a sound.

even when you slipped under the blanket, hand slipping beneath the waistband, wrapping around him, he only let out these shallow, uneven exhales. restrained.

stingy.

so you pushed.

you stroked him slow, teasing, dragging your thumb over the leaking tip, pressing into the slit just enough to make his thighs twitch. he jerked in your grip, body betraying him, but he still didn’t give you what you wanted.

until you tugged his sweats down, freeing him, and replaced your hand with the wet heat of your mouth—warm, soft, perfect.

then he cracked.

a sound ripped from him, low and broken, like it had been forced out, something he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. and oh, that did something to you.

you hummed, letting him feel the vibration of it, and his whole body jolted. his hand flew to his mouth, teeth sinking into his knuckles, his other fisting the blanket like his life depended on it.

pathetic.

and god, that made you ache.

so you kept going, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm, dragging your tongue along the underside, sucking just enough to make him squirm. his thighs trembled beneath your palms, stomach clenching with every shaky inhale, but he was still holding back. biting down on his hand, muffling himself.

not for long.

you took him deeper, inch by inch, until the tip nudged the back of your throat. his abs tensed, a breathy oh, fuck slipping past his lips. his chest was rising and falling fast now, fingers digging into the couch cushion, every muscle locked up tight as he fought to stay quiet.

you wanted to ruin that restraint.

so you did.

you hollowed your cheeks, swallowing around him, keeping him there, waiting until his whole body shook before dragging off slow, sucking him back in like you needed it. like he was something to savor.

then he broke.

his hand slipped from his mouth, head tipping back against the couch as a moan ripped from his throat. not quiet, not restrained, just raw, desperate pleasure.

you felt it everywhere.

and then it got worse for him.

because now that he wasn’t holding back, he couldn’t stop.

the whimpers, gasped curses, frantic little please, fuck, feels s’good, more, don’t stop-‘s.

his voice.

his voice.

the realization sent heat flooding through you, a throb pulsing between your thighs. him. it was him.

you moaned against him, nails scraping lightly down his thighs, and his whole body jerked, another wrecked, ruined sound spilling from his lips.

he was falling apart, and you were loving it.

so you didn’t let up. you doubled down, took him deeper, swallowed around him until he choked on a sobbed moan, hips stuttering, thighs trembling. his body was so tense, like he was fighting against something inevitable—losing.

and then he did.

he came with a broken moan, hips lifting off the couch, cum spilling hot and thick down your throat as he trembled through it. his stomach clenched, his chest heaved, his hand flew back over his mouth—biting down again, probably to stop himself from making another noise.

again, pathetic.

you pulled off him slowly, swallowing, licking the corner of your mouth before glancing up at him.

his eyes were hazy, lips parted, chest rising and falling hard. absolutely wrecked.

you tilted your head, smirking.

“way better than being alone again, huh?”

matt just blinked at you, still trying to remember how to fucking breathe.

you never did find out if matt was mrmunch667. but after countless ‘hangouts’ later, you were pretty sure you could put a face to those sounds.

@ sosasturns

sosa’s notes: got nsfw va (sub)!matt on lockdown… props to my fren @bernardsbendystraws’s post for the idea. we outside w this 1 chat!

nsfw matt:

part one: sycamore tree

wc: 2.1k

Matt’s perspective

as it turns out, I was right. High school did bring changes. Just… not in the way I was expecting

omg

⎯⎯⎯⎯ cherry waves . . .

01 | 02 | 03

the school day’s a slog; monday’s heat pressing through the cracked windows of west high, halls thick with the buzz of tired teens and the faint tang of locker room sweat.

y/n’s still reeling from saturday night, that dive bar stage where matt’s low, haunting voice belted cherry waves, his blue eyes pinning her like a spotlight, followed by that hallway hookup cut short. she slips into calculus, last period, her stomach a knot as she picks a seat near the back—black hoodie, short plaid skirt, sneakers scuffed, hoping he’s a no-show.

the room’s half-empty, fluorescent lights flickering, and she exhales.

no matt, good.

until the door swings open five minutes late, and there he is.

matt strolls in—hoodie slung low, jeans torn at the knees, hair a dark mess flopping over his forehead, that lazy smirk curling as he spots her.

shit.

he heads straight for her, dropping into the seat beside her with a soft thud, chair scraping loud enough to earn a glare from mr. henderson up front. “you look jumpy, cherry,” he whispers, voice gravelly, leaning in until his knee brushes hers under the desk, all sharp edges and quiet heat.

“you’re late, i thought you’d crawled back to your basement,” she hisses, eyes on her notebook, pencil digging into the page to mask the flush creeping up her neck.

he chuckles, slouching back, one leg stretching out, nudging her foot deliberately. “nah, just savored you starin’ at me singin’ cherry waves, you were wet f’me ‘fore i even touched ya,” he mutters, crude and smug, and her cheeks burn, the memory of his hands, his exit with nate, flaring hot.

“pair up—page 52, problems 1 through 4,” henderson barks, tossing worksheets on the front desk, and y/n groans, but matt’s already grabbing two, sliding one her way with a grin.

“y’stuck with me, your favorite singer, huh?” he murmurs, voice a tease, elbow grazing hers as they hunch over the problems, his scrawl messy next to her tight script. “y’still pissed i left ya hangin’ at the bar?” he adds, eyes glinting, all provocation.

“your bandmate’s a cockblock. you’re gonna keep running off?” she snaps under her breath, solving for x, but her thighs clench, his voice from saturday «i’ll swim down, would you?» echoed in her skull.

he smirks, pencil tapping slow, deliberate. “you were moanin’ my name, thought you’d handle a little edge, cherry,” he whispers, dark and rough, “but you looked too fuckin’ good, had to bounce ‘fore i fucked ya right there.”

her breath catches and he clocks it, grin sharpening as his hand drops under the desk, casual as hell, fingers brushing her bare knee where her skirt’s ridden up.

“matt, what the fuck?” she hisses, eyes darting; kids hunched over papers, henderson flipping through a textbook, but he’s unbothered, sliding his hand higher, past her thigh, under the plaid, finding her panties, already damp.

“gonna make it right... unless... you gonna stop me?” he taunts, voice a low growl, fingers nudging the lace aside, teasing her slit, slick and warm.

“you’re—shit—you’re nuts,” she gasps, but her legs parted just a fraction, and he grins, slipping two fingers in—deep, curling—pumping slow, wet, the faint squelch hidden by the desk’s shadow.

“nuts f’ya... god, y’soaked, cherry,” he mutters, eyes forward, scribbling a bullshit answer one-handed, but his thumb finds her clit, rubbing tight, rough circles, making her pencil slip, nails digging into the wood, biting her lip until it bleeds to choke a moan.

“y’gonna cum right here f’me?” he whispers, leaning closer, breath hot on her ear, fingers thrusting faster, stretching her, her walls pulsing tight.

“matt—fuck, slow down,” she chokes, voice a ragged hush, head dipping like she’s focused, but her hips twitch, chasing it, the thrill of the room spiking her pulse.

“nah, you love this, feel ya squeezin’,” he growls, smirking, glancing at her flushed face, her trembling hand, then back to his paper like it’s nothing.

henderson coughs and y/n freezes, but matt’s relentless, fingers deep, thumb pressing hard, and she’s gone, cumming silent and fierce, a gush soaking his hand, thighs clamping his wrist as she shakes, vision spotting.

he pulls out slow, lifting his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a soft, “fuck, you’re such a good girl,” eyes locked on hers, bold as hell, then wipes the rest on his jeans, casual and smug.

“you fucking psycho,” she pants, voice barely there, shoving his arm, but he just laughs—low, wicked—leaning in one last time.

“told ya i’d fix it... y’welcome, cherry.”

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I'm going to be so fucking honest... These men are way to fine😔🔫. Like I just watched an old Johnnie stream with Carrington. Carrington is so fucking fine. Like he's not just fine. he's FINEEEEE. LIKE GOD DAYUM. ID LET HIM HIT ANY DAY

"the Sturniolo triplets are so boring now" "their old videos are way better" "they are miserable now" "they only post for money now"

YET YOU STILL WATCH THEM AND HAVE A WHOLE ASS FAN ACCOUNT? YOU POST ONLY ABOUT THEM? YOU WRITE FAN FICTION ABOUT THEM?

i don't wanna make enemies but like lets be so fr.

its their job. of course their doing it for money but we all know they like doing thats WHY its their job. maybe their old videos have more energy but they were kids then they are grown adults now and you can't expect them to act 17 again. of course their videos aren't going to be the best ever right now they are literally planning to go around the country and put on shows. that takes a hella amount of planning so obviously their videos don't come first right now. But still, filling a room with 1000 balloons, car video, period pain simulator and reacting to their old videos ARE GOOD VIDEOS.

like did you expect them to rent out another zoo?

I really don't understand how people are posting hate on their fan accounts. like really if you hate them that much, nobody is gonna cry if you stop watching them or maybe delete your fan account.

anyways thats my opinion 💋

FRESH OUT OF LOVE ?

★ warnings: YEARNING, cursing, angst, use of marijuana, use of alcohol, mentions of cheating, ( i give up )

You lean against a kitchen counter at another influencer’s house, contemplating whether to get a refill or not. You’re feeling a bit tipsy, but you know it’ll wear off in ten minutes if you don’t get another punch. Before you can decide, a familiar voice cuts through the low hum of the party.

“Oh my god, look who finally decided to show up!”

You barely have time to react before Tara wraps you in a quick but firm hug. She smells like vanilla and weed, her signature scent, and when she pulls back, she studies you with a smirk. “You good?”

You hesitate. It’s not a simple question, and you both know it. “Yeah. Just needed a drink.” You gesture vaguely to the half-empty cup in your hand.

Tara hums knowingly, leaning against the counter beside you. “Mm. I feel that. But I think what you really need is outside.”

You raise a brow. “Outside?”

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