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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞⋮ this was written by @leisturni !
Word count: 384
One thing about Matt Sturniolo is that he's truly a loverboy at heart.
As much as he loves rough sex, he'd truly rather have skin to skin.
He just loves the intimate feeling of being close to someone he loves and just has that special place in his heart.
A few moments after winding down from a long intense session, Matt right next to you.
Chests heaving, the sound of panting replaced the old sound of moans and skin colliding.
"Round two?" You questioned after sitting in a long yet somehow full silence. "I just wanna be near you.." Matts voice was so clear, no voice cracks, no shaky breaths, no nothing.
Just pure heart felt emotions spilling from his mouth, your eyes analyzed his face. Noticing every flaw and detail of his face.
His slightly chapped lips, but noting how plump and pink they were, how his lashes looked so perfect yet they were all over the place. Everything about him seemed so perfect to you. Everything only you could see about him.
"Oh- alright." Both naked bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, glistening in the light from the dim lamp on his bedside table.
Matt pulled you impossibly closer to his body, his brunette hair sticking onto his forehead, quite clear he hadn't had a haircut in a few months.
Your head rested under his chin while his head rested on top of yours. Breathing in the smell of each others pheromones and sweat.
The action was so disgusting yet it felt so good to be close to each other. You felt his heartbeat on the side of your head.
“Y’know, I love you right?” Your breath started to shallow down to a regular pace. Only trying to reassure Matt because you got lost inside of your thoughts.
“I know, and I love you too..” He gave you a small smile and a peck on the forehead. “Now stop overthinking and go to bed..”
His last words before drifting off to a deep sleep, after a few minutes of staying up and listening to his soft snores. Your eyelids finally started to get heavy and you started drifting off to bed.
But not before telling Matt one more thing even if he couldn’t hear you.
“I love you Matt.”
This shit is so adorable.
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Matt didn’t do love. He didn’t do attachment, or affection, or anything that required his heart to actually be involved. His life was neat, orderly, and emotionally untethered. He kept things simple. No complications. No strings.
The arrangement with you had always been straightforward. A mutual release. A way to unload the stress of the day, to let off steam. Nothing more. At least, that’s how he saw it. He didn’t need more, and you didn’t seem to want it either. He made it clear from the start that he didn’t do relationships. He didn't do feelings. And you’d never pushed.
But somehow, little by little, things had started to shift. He tried to ignore it at first—dismiss the way your smile made his chest tighten, the way your laugh lingered in his mind long after you’d left. Your habits, the way you spun the ring on your finger when you were nervous, or how your eyelashes fluttered when you looked up at him—all of it started to invade his thoughts. He hated that he noticed. He hated how his eyes seemed to always find you, how his mind followed your every movement.
You’d say things sometimes—innocent things, really. After a night together, when the air between you both was heavy with sweat and whispers, you’d murmur something like, “Maybe this could be more, Matt. Maybe we could be more.”
And he’d shut it down, every time. Quickly. Firmly. No hesitation.
“No,” he’d say, voice flat, “I don’t do that. You know that.”
It was always easy to push you away in those moments, to remind you of the boundaries. He kept everything in check, just the way he liked it. But over time, it wasn’t so easy. The words, the touch, the way you made him feel—he could no longer ignore it.
It was like a constant hum in the background of his mind. And it pissed him off.
He tried to fight it. Focus on his work. Keep his distance. But no matter how hard he tried, you were there. In the quiet moments when his mind was free to wander, there you were. The way your hand grazed his skin when you passed him in the hallway, the way you sighed against him in the dead of night, making him feel like he was drowning in something he didn’t want to feel.
He hated it. Hated how you made him feel. How he could no longer go a day without thinking about you, without wondering what it would be like to have you in his life, to actually have something real with you.
And then, one night, it all came to a head.
The frustration, the confusion, the raw need to just get it out, to scream it all into the universe—Matt couldn’t take it anymore. He was shaking, his heart racing as he drove to your apartment, unable to stop himself, as if some unseen force was pulling him toward you. The road blurred in his vision, his hands tight on the wheel, his breath coming too fast. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he knew he needed to get to you. He needed to yell at you. To tell you exactly what he was feeling, what you’d done to him.
He knocked on your door, the sound echoing in the quiet of the night. When you opened it, you barely had time to register the fury in his eyes before he pushed past you, forcing his way inside.
“I fucking hate you,” he growled, his voice sharp and dangerous.
Your eyes widened at his words, your mouth opening to respond, but before you could say anything, he was already on you, his hands gripping your arms, shaking with pent-up anger.
“I hate you,” he repeated, his voice a low growl, “for what you’re doing to me. You made me feel this... this thing, and I can’t get rid of it. Every time I look at you, it’s like I’m losing my mind. You’re all I think about, and I fucking hate it.” He let out a airy laugh, but it was a bitter sound, twisted like a knot in his chest, as if the anger and disbelief were clawing their way out, refusing to let the truth in.
His breath was ragged, his chest heaving as the anger spilled out. He took a step back, running a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling.
“I didn’t want this,” he continued, his voice quieter now, a mixture of frustration and something else he couldn’t quite name. “I didn’t want to care. But here I am, thinking about you all the goddamn time. And I can’t stop it. I can’t stop this... this feeling you’ve given me.”
You stood there, silent, trying to process what he was saying, but before you could speak, he was there again, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek, his eyes searching yours like he was looking for something he couldn’t find.
“You’ve fucked me up,” he muttered, his voice breaking on the words. “I hate the way you make me feel.”
There was a silence, thick and heavy, as you stood frozen in his gaze. You could see it in his eyes—the conflict, the anger, the raw emotion. You didn’t know what to say. He didn’t seem to know either, but before you could say a word, his lips crashed onto yours, hard and desperate. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t soft—it was a kiss that carried all the frustration, the confusion, the need he had been trying to suppress.
When he pulled back, his breathing was uneven, his face just inches from yours.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” he whispered, his voice rough, like it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to say.
It wasn’t a question. Not really. It was an admission of something he wasn’t ready to face, something that had been building up between you both for so long that neither of you could pretend it wasn’t there anymore.
But that was the thing, wasn’t it? He didn’t hate you. Not really. What he hated was how you made him feel, how you turned his world upside down with just a touch, a smile, a word.
He hated it because he didn’t know how to control it. How to stop it.
And now, neither of you could pretend anymore.
wc: 1k
©sagesturns
guys where's my tumblr bestie 😔. i want one. like i want someone who i can just stay on call with for the entire day while i rot away in bed and talk to them
“The triplets fell off”
Nah yall just criticize their every move try to control them by telling them how they should cut their hair or keep their hair, telling them to shave bc YOU don’t like it, and telling them how to live THEIR lives. They didn’t fall off you’re just mad bc they’re not doing what YOU WANT THEM TO DO they’ve been posting every week for 5 YEARS straight has done 2 tours so far and about to start a third. They’re obviously gonna be worn out they’re 21 they have been doing YouTube since they were 17 I think after tour they should take a social media break and comeback refreshed and relaxed.
And how would you feel if you had millions of people constantly demanding things from you “it’s their job and they’re complaining” like yall don’t complain about your 9-5’s? Yes it’s their job but like every job they deserve a day off “they only post one day a week” and how do you know they aren’t working on other things during that whole week?
My point is if you don’t like it just stop watching them. You don’t like their new content watch the old videos
Stop thinking that these people OWE YOU anything you want. They don’t.
✎ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』
ⓘ best friends? ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ blowjob ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟐.𝟐𝐤
it had been an overall good day for you. you were out with a friend of yours, having gotten your nails done and now eating lunch with her. your friend started to talk about her recent little hook up. it wasn’t anything unusual, you were used to hearing your friends talk about stuff like that, but today... something in you was more curious than ever.
Pls I need this 😓
Summary: Matt had never hated a live photo more, yet deep down, he knew he'd always love it to the core because it was something he could never fully let go of. Something he couldn’t erase, no matter how hard he tried.
Contains: angst
The party was loud. The bass of the music rumbled through Matt's chest, vibrating the couch he was slumped on. Lights flashed in chaotic patterns, streaks of red, blue, green, white—blinding him in every direction. The people around him seemed to disappear into the rhythm of the music, swaying and moving in sync, their voices rising and falling in a blur of laughter and shouts.
But he didn’t care.
Nick had vanished along with most of his friends out on the patio, and Chris was somewhere else with his own friends, gossiping about something which really did not concern Matt. The crowd was too much, too overwhelming, too loud. The air felt thick with sweat, the smell of cheap beer, and something else—something he couldn’t name. But it didn’t bother him. Not anymore.
He just released his body into the old sofa cushions, hugging the sleeves of his hoodie tighter as if it might save him from anything. He could still feel the vibration from the speakers under the floor, the pulse of the beat, but he wasn’t listening. He wasn’t there, not really.
It was all noise—just background to the silence inside his head.
He got his phone out of his pocket and idly scrolled around. Scrolling through social media, he briefly skimmed a couple of comments from his friends without engaging with any of their notifications, like annoying little electronic flies buzzing around his head. None of it interested him. The screen was just a way to distract himself from everything happening around him—and, more importantly, from everything happening inside of him.
He idly swiped the thumb over the app one by one until it reached the photo gallery.
It was instinct, a part of him that reached for the past without even thinking. He tapped it open.
At first, there were just random pictures—some blurry shots from parties, selfies with his brothers, a few candid moments with friends. But then, something stopped him.
A photo of you.
It was an old one. One from before everything had changed. A time when things felt… easier. The memory of it hit him in a way he wasn’t prepared for.
His chest tightened. He hadn't meant to stumble on it, hadn't meant to open it. But there it was. You were smiling—really smiling—in that picture. Your eyes were bright, like you were in on some private joke that only the two of you shared. Your laugh, captured in that moment, was so genuine, so alive. The strobe lights flashed in his peripheral vision, but they appeared out of reach, even unreal. The voices, the laughter, the wild beat of the party—all mellowed. He couldn’t even hear the music anymore. All sound was swallowed up by the vision of your smile, your face, the picture of pure joy, and it was almost impossible to take in.
He hadn’t realized how much he missed you—how much he’d been avoiding that feeling. He fixated on the photo, as if he was being choked by the lack of something he didn't know how to restore.
For a brief second it got stuck in a pause, his thumb touching the screen, hesitant. He wasn't willing to revisit that portion of his life. Not now. But the longer he stared at your face, the harder it was to look away. And when he swiped along the screen he, spontaneously, tapped on the photo.
And then it happened.
The photo blinked. The screen flickered. And the sound came back—your laugh. It wasn’t loud at first, just a soft giggle, like a memory drifting through the air. But then it grew. Clearer. Louder. Real.
It was as if he could also hear it, even now, even with the music at such great volume, your laugh felt like the loudest melancholy in the world. Just then, the world around him started to blur.
His breath caught in his throat. It was like hearing a ghost—like you were suddenly right there with him. It was a joke he hadn’t heard in ages and yet it seemed such a fresh, real, experience, as though to experience the heat of it.
The sound of it did something to his heart. Something sharp. Something heavy. His breath became caught, and he felt himself to be somberly holding his breath.
He looked back over the photo, experiencing the burn in his throat. The image was alive. You were so alive in it, your smile stretching wide, your eyes full of happiness, your face glowing with something so pure, so real. It was a snapshot in time, an almost forgotten memory.
And then, the sound of your laugh… it hit him like a wave.
It wasn’t just the sound of you laughing anymore. It was a force, almost overwhelming. The music from the party seemed to fade out completely, as if it couldn’t compete with it. The laughter filled the entire space around him, even though no one else could hear it. It was the loudest object in the world, as a sound effect of something so beautiful this was almost unbearable to recall.
He shut his eyes for a moment, and did his best to resist a feeling of lump in the pit of his stomach.
The laugh was so familiar, yet so foreign now. It felt like he’d forgotten how much it meant to hear it. Forgotten how it used to make his heart race, how it made everything feel lighter, simpler. Like everything was okay. Like you were okay.
The more he listened, the more his heart twisted.In that moment, everything he’d been avoiding—the regret, the guilt, the silence that had come after—suddenly rushed back to him. It was all so clear.
He missed you. More than he was ready to admit. More than he was willing to let himself feel.
The picture was still on his phone. The smile, the joy, the love that seemed to radiate from it. He almost didn’t want to look at it anymore. It was too much, too painful to see something so perfect, something so real, that was lost now. That was gone.
He sat for ages, thumb poised over the glass, the sound of laughter still ringing in his head, and the world kept going, ticking to a beat. But to him, it was all a blur.And as the sound of your laughter faded away, he knew he would never forget it. Never forget how it made him feel.
He just didn’t know how to get it back.
Word count: 1k
a/n: first matt angst. hope yall like ittt! tysmm for all the love on my recent fics, cant be more grateful, love you all <3
Tags: @sweetshuga
Throwback to one of my favourite docs I wrote
The warm, late afternoon sun poured in through the kitchen windows, casting a gentle golden glow across the counter. The room was very quiet, almost too still, like when someone you care about has been away for ages. You sat on a kitchen stool, holding a warm mug of tea, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone, lost in thought. Just then, the door opened with a loud creak, and Matt stepped inside, changing the room's atmosphere. He carried with him the earthy scent of the outdoors—perhaps a trace of rain in the air or the lingering smell from his van, both familiar and comforting.
However, his usual relaxed energy was missing. His eyebrows were pinched together, and his gaze seemed distant, as if his mind was somewhere else, not entirely present but not completely elsewhere either.
"Hi," you said gently, trying not to bother him too much. He didn't reply right away. He kicked off his shoes at the door harder than usual, creating a soft thud in the quiet room. You watched him in the kitchen, noticing his sharp and tense movements, like he didn't quite fit there today.
"Was it a long day?" you asked softly, hoping to let him talk when he was ready. "Yeah," he answered, sounding a bit worn out, not angry but something deeper.
"I just feel like... everything's... I don't know. It's like I'm out of breath just from living, you know?"
You tilted your head, hoping to catch Matt's eyes, but he kept looking out the window. It was as if he thought he might find answers in the fading light outside. His shoulders were tight, and he looked on edge, like a spring ready to burst. You quietly rose from your seat, leaving the tea on the table, and approached him. You didn't ask what was wrong again, already knowing he wasn't ready to share. Instead, your hand rested softly on his lower back as you drew small, soothing circles with your fingers.
"Hey," you whispered softly, "I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'm here." Matt breathed out slowly, but it seemed like he was keeping something inside. You sensed he was struggling between wanting to be alone with his thoughts and finding comfort in your presence, without you pressing him to talk about it. You could tell he was caught between wanting to be alone in his frustration and seeking comfort in the warmth you offered without asking too much of him.
"Everything is just too much," he finally admitted, speaking softly. He seemed smaller and more vulnerable than usual. "There's this constant pressure, and I can't breathe. I just want it to stop."
You stood up quietly, leaving the tea behind, and made your way over to him. You didn’t ask again what was wrong because you knew he wasn’t ready to say it. Instead, you gently rested your hand on his lower back, letting your fingers trace small, soothing circles.
“Hey,” you whispered, “I’m here. Whatever you need, you’ve got it.”
He turned to look at you, his eyes searching yours for something—maybe answers, maybe the okay to show his feelings. His jaw was tense, but there was a fragile side to him that you hadn't seen in a while. As your thumb gently brushed across his cheek, his eyes softened, and it was as if you were treasuring this calm moment with him.
"I can't imagine what I'd do without you, sweetheart" Matt finally said. His voice was low, filled with gratitude and a deeper, raw emotion. It wasn't a plea; it was more like a gentle confession that could unexpectedly touch your heart. You smiled warmly, feeling a comforting sensation spread from your chest to your fingertips. You cradled his face softly and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You'll never have to find out," you replied confidently. "We're in this together."
Matt let out another breath, but this time it was slow and deliberate. With each breath, you noticed the tension in him easing away. The room seemed to change, feeling somehow lighter even as the evening shadows grew longer across the floor. You held him close, letting him rest in your embrace for a few moments, simply breathing alongside him.
The passage of time or unspoken frustrations no longer mattered. In that peaceful moment, nothing else existed but the comforting space between the two of you. For a fleeting moment, Matt allowed himself to release his worries. He rested his head on your chest, finding reassurance in the steady rhythm of your breathing, like a calming heartbeat making everything feel alright again.
“I’ve got this anxious feeling, but it goes away for a minute when I’m with you... breathing.”
In your arms, everything felt calm again. Everything was okay.
©sagesturns
The night had settled over the beach like a soft, comforting blanket. The sky was a deep navy, dotted with stars, and the gentle sound of the waves rolling against the shore filled the air. The breeze was cool, but the warmth of the car’s interior made it feel like a little world of its own. Inside, Matt and you sat side by side, ice cream cups in hand, enjoying the quiet after a perfect picnic on the beach. The only sounds now were the occasional scrape of spoons against the cups and the soft murmur of your voices.
You let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back in your seat, your ice cream nearly finished. “This has been the best date,” you said, looking out at the night sky, your tone light and relaxed.
Matt glanced at you, his lips curling into that familiar, soft smile. “Yeah, it really has. I’m glad we did this.” His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he took another spoonful of his ice cream, his eyes still warm with affection.
The car was quiet for a while, save for the sounds of your spoons tapping against the cups and the faint whispers of the ocean outside. You were in no rush to leave, savoring the moment with him, feeling perfectly content. But then, you noticed it—ice cream had dripped onto your lip. A little embarrassed, you leaned forward slightly to get a better look, but you didn’t want to wipe it off yourself. You turned toward Matt, your eyes catching his for a moment as you subtly lifted your face in his direction, signaling the little smear on your lips.
Matt caught the hint instantly, his eyes flicking to your lips with a teasing glint. A slow grin spread across his face as he leaned in, his voice warm and playful. “You’ve got something there,” he said, his words soft but filled with that unmistakable amusement.
You smiled sheepishly, glancing down at your lap for a second. “I didn’t even notice,” you replied, tilting your head just a little to give him a better view.
Without breaking eye contact, Matt set his ice cream down, his hand moving toward your face. “Don’t worry,” he said with a wink. “I’ve got it.” His lips brushed against your bottom lip as he leaned in, and then he gently licked the ice cream off, his touch soft but deliberate. The kiss was slow, almost languid, as if the world outside had completely disappeared, and it was just the two of you.
For a moment, everything seemed to pause. The coolness of the ice cream melted away on your lips, replaced by the warmth of his kiss. You felt his hand gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin as the kiss lingered. His hands slowly moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he glided his tongue over yours. You could taste the sweetness of the ice cream on his lips, a mixture of vanilla and the moment that had been shared between you. Your heart skipped a beat, your stomach fluttering with the sensation.
When he pulled back, his eyes were soft, studying you like he always did when he was content, when he was sure of something. “I got it, had a little ice cream on ya lips sweetheart,” he said, his voice low, still teasing, but with an undeniable tenderness. You smiled, a little breathless from the kiss, feeling the soft heat that lingered between you.
“Guess I’ll have to be more careful next time,” you replied, the words playful, but there was a quiet affection behind them, the kind that only existed in these small moments between you.
Matt chuckled, his thumb brushing across your cheek where the ice cream had been. His touch was light, almost imperceptible, but it felt like everything. “Nah,” he said, his voice warm, “I think I’ll enjoy these little moments a lot more.” His hand remained on yours, fingers lightly intertwined, the soft hum of the car's engine and the distant ocean waves accompanying the peaceful quiet between you two. The taste of vanilla lingered on your tongue as a smile played at the corners of your lips. You shook your head slightly, a flush of warmth creeping up your neck.
©sagesturns
The night had settled over the beach like a soft, comforting blanket. The sky was a deep navy, dotted with stars, and the gentle sound of the waves rolling against the shore filled the air. The breeze was cool, but the warmth of the car’s interior made it feel like a little world of its own. Inside, Matt and you sat side by side, ice cream cups in hand, enjoying the quiet after a perfect picnic on the beach. The only sounds now were the occasional scrape of spoons against the cups and the soft murmur of your voices.
You let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back in your seat, your ice cream nearly finished. “This has been the best date,” you said, looking out at the night sky, your tone light and relaxed.
Matt glanced at you, his lips curling into that familiar, soft smile. “Yeah, it really has. I’m glad we did this.” His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he took another spoonful of his ice cream, his eyes still warm with affection.
The car was quiet for a while, save for the sounds of your spoons tapping against the cups and the faint whispers of the ocean outside. You were in no rush to leave, savoring the moment with him, feeling perfectly content. But then, you noticed it—ice cream had dripped onto your lip. A little embarrassed, you leaned forward slightly to get a better look, but you didn’t want to wipe it off yourself. You turned toward Matt, your eyes catching his for a moment as you subtly lifted your face in his direction, signaling the little smear on your lips.
Matt caught the hint instantly, his eyes flicking to your lips with a teasing glint. A slow grin spread across his face as he leaned in, his voice warm and playful. “You’ve got something there,” he said, his words soft but filled with that unmistakable amusement.
You smiled sheepishly, glancing down at your lap for a second. “I didn’t even notice,” you replied, tilting your head just a little to give him a better view.
Without breaking eye contact, Matt set his ice cream down, his hand moving toward your face. “Don’t worry,” he said with a wink. “I’ve got it.” His lips brushed against your bottom lip as he leaned in, and then he gently licked the ice cream off, his touch soft but deliberate. The kiss was slow, almost languid, as if the world outside had completely disappeared, and it was just the two of you.
For a moment, everything seemed to pause. The coolness of the ice cream melted away on your lips, replaced by the warmth of his kiss. You felt his hand gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin as the kiss lingered. His hands slowly moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he glided his tongue over yours. You could taste the sweetness of the ice cream on his lips, a mixture of vanilla and the moment that had been shared between you. Your heart skipped a beat, your stomach fluttering with the sensation.
When he pulled back, his eyes were soft, studying you like he always did when he was content, when he was sure of something. “I got it, had a little ice cream on ya lips sweetheart,” he said, his voice low, still teasing, but with an undeniable tenderness. You smiled, a little breathless from the kiss, feeling the soft heat that lingered between you.
“Guess I’ll have to be more careful next time,” you replied, the words playful, but there was a quiet affection behind them, the kind that only existed in these small moments between you.
Matt chuckled, his thumb brushing across your cheek where the ice cream had been. His touch was light, almost imperceptible, but it felt like everything. “Nah,” he said, his voice warm, “I think I’ll enjoy these little moments a lot more.” His hand remained on yours, fingers lightly intertwined, the soft hum of the car's engine and the distant ocean waves accompanying the peaceful quiet between you two. The taste of vanilla lingered on your tongue as a smile played at the corners of your lips. You shook your head slightly, a flush of warmth creeping up your neck.
©sagesturns
