#matt

[sluttapes]

⌞ 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞⌝

christoper owen & matthew bernard sturniolo

ㆍ𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦ㆍ𝘸𝘢𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺ㆍ𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹ㆍ𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬ㆍ𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴ㆍ𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦ㆍ

▸ tape length — 2.1k

the room was dim, the curtains drawn shut, the only light coming from the soft flicker of candles scattered around the bed.

your wrists weren’t tied—but they might as well have been, the way you lay there, limbs limp, breath shallow, completely at their mercy.

matt was on your left, kneeling beside you, his fingers ghosting up your side while his mouth pressed soft, reverent kisses along your ribs. he looked calm. focused. like he was studying every inch of you.

chris, on the other hand, stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless, a thick white candle burning steady in his palm. the flame crackled gently as he tilted it just the slightest bit—enough for a single drop of hot wax to spill from the wick and fall.

you jerked, gasping, the warmth blooming across your skin like fire and silk all at once.

“easy,” matt whispered, his lips still brushing your stomach. “doing so fucking good.”

chris grinned, his eyes dark and hungry. “she likes it. i knew she’d like it.”

you didn’t speak. couldn’t. your body was too lost in sensation—too tangled up in the way their energy wrapped around you like vines. matt kissed higher now, his mouth grazing between your breasts. his hand slipped under your thigh, steadying you as chris let another drop fall, this one landing right below your bellybutton. your spine arched.

“shit—” you breathed.

“yeah?” chris asked, his voice rough. “too much?”

you shook your head instantly. “no. don’t stop.”

matt chuckled softly, tracing a finger through the cooling wax. “you’re shaking,” he murmured, kissing just above it. “but i bet you’re fuckin soaked.”

“always gets like this when she knows we’re watching her,” chris added, stepping closer. “you like putting on a show, don’t you?”

you swallowed, your cheeks burning as the heat from the candle returned. this time, three little droplets in a row. one on your hipbone, one on your thigh, one right above your clit. you cried out, hands gripping the sheets beneath you.

matt moved lower, his mouth trailing after the wax. he kissed over the hardened drips, licked slow at the edges of the red designs melting into your skin. “fuck, sweetheart” he groaned. “you’re art.”

and you were. spread open between them. flushed and twitching.

chris climbed onto the bed, crawling over your legs until he hovered just above you. he leaned down, hand cupping your jaw. “can i?” he asked.

you nodded. he kissed you hard—slow at first, then deeper. matt’s mouth left your body, climbing up the bed to sit next to you, while chris devoured your lips like he owned them. the candle was gone now, set aside, forgotten, but the warmth hadn’t left. it was in the room. in your chest. in the way their bodies pressed into you like gravity.

when chris pulled back, his lips were slick with your spit, his eyes locked on yours. “you ready?”

you breathed out a soft, “yes.”

he smiled, then looked over his shoulder. “you wanna take her first, or should i?”

matt didn’t even look up at chris, just took his cock into one hand and started stroking it slowly, watching your eager body. “you’re already in position.”

chris kissed your throat once, then reached down, guiding himself to your entrance. “you good?”

“yeah,” you breathed.

he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open, your fingers digging into matt’s bicep as the fullness hit you. you moaned, legs shaking as he bottomed out, head dropping to your shoulder with a guttural groan.

“fuuuck—you always feel so good.”

you were still catching your breath when matt shifted beside you, hand moving faster on himself. “look at her,” he murmured to chris, one hand brushing your cheek. “she’s already gone.”

“not yet,” chris muttered, starting to move, slow and deep. “but she will be.”

you were barely grounded, gasping with each thrust. but then matt straddled your chest, his cock ready and hard, resting against your lips. he didn’t say anything—just looked down at you, thumb stroking your bottom lip.

you opened your mouth without having to be asked.

he slid in, groaning softly as your lips closed around him. “juuust like that, baby.”

it was overwhelming. the stretch of chris inside you, the weight of matt on your tongue, the leftover sting of wax along your skin. your body was on fire. every sense lit up. every moan muffled as you were taken from both ends, no escape from how good it felt.

“shit—she’s suckin’ me in so hard,” chris groaned, thrusts picking up pace, more erratic now. “fuckin’ loves this.”

matt was no better, hands braced on either side of your face, hips rolling slow. “you’re such a fucking mess,” he murmured, his voice husky. “moaning around my cock like that...”

you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes—not from pain, not even from intensity, just the raw pleasure. the feeling of being completely devoured by both of them.

you didn’t last long.

chris hit that spot just right, the slick sound of him driving into you only making the pressure in your gut coil tighter. matt was groaning above you, jaw clenched, your name a low growl on his lips.

and then you shattered. your whole body went tight, muffled cries spilling around matt’s cock as your orgasm ripped through you, thighs shaking, nails clawing at the sheets. you barely noticed when matt pulled out of your mouth, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face while chris held your hips down, fucking you through every last twitch.

“that’s it,” matt breathed, kissing your temple. “just like that, sweetheart.”

you were still shaking when chris groaned low and deep, his pace faltering. “fuck—gonna cum—”

he pulled out and spilled onto your thigh with a broken sound, panting against your neck as slowly pulled away from you.

you could barely think.

barely breathe.

but then matt was there, gentle hands lifting your hips, shifting you enough to slide into the mess chris had left. you whimpered, too sensitive, but you didn’t stop him. you wanted it.

he kissed your back, lips soft and slow as he filled you again. “one more, baby,” he whispered. “give me one more. you can do that, right?”

you nodded weakly, letting him take you, letting him use your already fucked out body like he knew you needed him to. he was gentler than chris—at first. but when your body started to respond again, clenching around him, arching into his thrusts, he lost the softness fast.

his hands found your wrists, pinning them above your head. “you’re so fucking perfect like this,” he muttered, pace brutal now. “such a pretty little mess.”

you moaned, voice raw, lips parted in silent pleasure as the second orgasm built even faster than the first.

“cmon,” he whispered, voice tight. “cum for me again. show me how much you can take.”

you did. you broke again, legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream as you gushed around him, your whole body trembling. matt came with a growl, hips jerking as he spilled inside you, head dropping against your shoulder, breathing hard.

the room was still for a moment. silent, except for the soft crackle of wax and the faint rise and fall of breath.

chris leaned over, brushing your hair from your damp forehead. “you okay?”

you smiled weakly. “yeah.”

matt kissed your shoulder. “you were sooo good, sweetheart.”

they didn’t leave your side. not when you were trying to catch your breath. not when the aftershocks made you twitch. not when the tears—slow, quiet, but not from pain—started to fall.

they just held you. warm skin against yours, tangled limbs and gentle kisses and soft praise. you were their canvas. and you’d never felt more seen.

more alive.

🎞️ — @tits4matt @loser41ifee @sweetshuga @nickysturnss @courta13 @sophsturns @starsforu @h3arts4nat @emely9274 @chestersturn @watercolorskyy @httpssturns @cherryystemm @adoremattsturns @jaybirdie34 @sturnspecial @secretaccountx5 @ivysturnss @fmalewokk @zenithsturniolo @iloveduckssm @facetimemethatpussy3 @iloveduckssm @mattsturnioloswife01

[angelalgia]

... ♥︎ ⋆˙⟡

[malsmind]

texts between hacker!matt & popular!reader pt.7

warnings: none

[jkl-fff]

Meanwhile, Matt is inside playing the latest Zelda game and streaming it.

Aged Mello tending his garden like Julius Caesar at the end of that one Asterix and Obelix movie is having me in its grip I'm gonna fucking sob

[vamphorica]

[phantomfairs]

Here’s Matt and Guilliesuit pre-assimilation! Even from the tiny snippet we get to see of Guilliesuit I see a lot of character. He feels kind but stern, not afraid to scare people if it gets the seriousness of the situation across

[nottodaysari]

YOU KNOW IM NOT LIKE THAT - MATT STURNIOLO ANGST

Blurb: when rumors spread about matt flirting you absolutely lose it but he insists that he's not like that.

A/N: ty @bsturnzz for helping me proof read!!!

It was all you could think of. The first thought you had in the mornings and the last thought you had at night. It never left your head. When you started dating Matt, he had told you to believe nothing you saw of him online. And that was a very valid statement, given that he was an influencer.

But here it was — proof.

In front of your eyes. And you still chose to believe him.

God, you felt so fucking dumb. You were over here waiting for this man’s calls and waiting for him to reply to messages you had sent hours ago, while right in front of you was a video of him clearly flirting with a girl.

You had watched the video what felt like a hundred times. You had denied it was him. You had denied that was a girl. You had denied it was even real. But it all came to no use. You knew the video was real. You knew that was a girl. You knew it was him. I mean at least you thought it was him.

It all came to an end when he was late to dinner at your apartment. Again.

You were on the verge of tears. Because how could he? After all you two had been through, how could he throw that away? You sat there and rewatched the video, trying to figure out who this girl was. She was tall — but not too tall — with a slim figure, curves, and long, straight, silky hair. She looked nothing like you.

Eventually, Matt arrived, and you tried to push it all down. You tried to forget about it, maybe even move on. But you just couldn’t.

Now you were eating pasta in your dining room when you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Just tell me you’re cheating on me, Matthew.”

He looked baffled.

“What?” he said. He didn’t sound shocked — more like utterly confused.

“I’m not—?”

“Don’t even try to deny it. I know.”

You opened your phone, scrolling for the video. Soon enough, you found it.

“This is you, Matthew, is it not? Or is it just a random dude who apparently also has the same everything as you? Huh? If you’re cheating on me, at least have the decency to say it to my face, asshole.” You scoffed.

Matt said nothing — and that was all you needed.

You stood up and angrily walked out into your bedroom. He was right behind you, following in a hurry. You gathered all his stuff — the hoodies he left here and the ring he kept at your apartment just in case.

“C’mon, baby, just let me explain. It’s not what you think,” he said, grabbing your wrist, stopping you from shoving his hoodie into a plastic bag.

“What are you gonna explain? How you took her out to dinner? Or maybe how she was a one-night stand?” you snapped, yanking your hand away.

His eyes changed, and so did his attitude.

“So what, you’re just gonna believe everything you see about me?” he shot back, his tone sharp.

“What am I supposed to think, Matthew? You act like you care, but then it’s like I don’t even exist when the cameras are on.” Your eyes burned with tears.

He took a step closer, his voice softer now, his eyes almost pleading.

“You know I’m not like that. Not with you.”

And for the first time since you met Matt, you saw fear in his eyes. Fear that you might not believe him.

God, did you want to believe him. But you’d been here before — following someone blindly, giving them everything, just for them to throw it away. You couldn’t do this again.

You crossed your arms and looked away, contemplating if this was the right choice.

“You think I don’t care? I think about us all the time, baby. You scare the hell out of me — because you’re the first person who makes me feel like I could actually lose everything.” His eyes were pleading, defeated, almost begging you to believe him.

“Then why do you act like it doesn’t?” Your voice was quieter than you meant it to be.

“I don’t want them knowing about us. I don’t want them ruining this before it even has a chance.”

You stared at him, every nerve in your body begging you to believe. His eyes searched yours — desperate, unguarded — and still, a small voice in the back of your head whispered "What if he’s lying?"

“Matt,” you whispered, your voice cracking, “if I find out you’re like that… you’ll lose me.”

He didn’t flinch.

“Then I’ll spend every day proving that I’m not.”

A/N: would you guys fw an au from me or no? I have a few ideas but idk. Okok luv youuu

Tags!: @chrisspussygang @starrii-sturns @ariieeesworld @courta13 @viviansturns @auttysturnz

[pawsibledeniabilities]

Andrew: an eyebrow goes up before saying that he isn't a dog to be leashed and if there is someone to be leashed, it's Neil. (or you know, the sudden appearance of a knife). Aaron: Furiously blushing (Katelyn has a tight grip on him imo. Neil: Blushing/looking away, but keeps listening (he likes it okay?? Do you blame him?? I would go on my knees for Andrew too)

Kevin: "what?" Just full on confusion Nicky: starts barking (Erik is used to it) Allison: be prepared to be hit, it's the end of the relationship (for now)

Renee: an unsetteling smile before she asks them why the said that Dan: hits Matt in the shoulder a couple of times Matt: he becomes a puddle, golder retriever like. Just full of happiness Seth: same as Allison tbh but for a different reason Jean: Furious look Jeremy: Woof woof Riko: the other is dead.

Feel free to pop in with more ideas or if you don't agree xD

AFTG Writing Prompt: How would the characters react when their lover (canon or personal ship) says “Good Boy”?

[sweetshuga]

𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

ⓘ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ pure filth ⋆ friends with benefits ⋆ pet names ⋆ pnv (raw and deep) ⋆ cocky!matt ⋆ lots of taunting ⋆ big dick!matt ⋆ size kink ⋆ tummy bulge ⋆ gut rearrangement (not literally) ⋆ dacryphilia + more.

❝𝑷𝒇𝒇𝒕- 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌? 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒆.❞

You were stupid. Too stupid.

You and Matt argued over trivial matters all the time and it’s not like you had big fights—it was playful bantering most of the time.

But today, however, you accidentally crossed a line. Well, it didn’t look like Matt was angry—and that’s exactly what unsettled you the most.

During your argument, you ran out of comebacks so you uttered the words no man wanted to hear.

"You act all tough and smug but you don’t even have a big dick so I’d shut my mouth if I were you."

The moment those words left your lips, you regretted them immediately. What you said was a complete lie. Matt wasn’t small. He wasn’t average either. That man had the length and girth of someone that could rearrange your insides if he was rough enough.

You expected him to be angry, but to your absolute surprise, he chuckled softly, amused.

"Pfft- I’ve a small dick? Sure."

You knew you were fucked—literally—when you heard that.

"Hm? You’re being awfully vocal for someone who said I had a small dick." Matt chuckled huskily, his words full of mockery as he watched your face contorted in pleasure.

The way his cock—thick, long and merciless—was dragging across your slippery walls before plunging deep again, made your mind fog and nails sink into his biceps and back and anything you could hold onto.

You couldn’t even moan anymore. The sounds coming out of your mouth were lewd and dirty—choked whimpers mixed with hiccups and gasps for air.

Each time his tip knocked against your cervix firmly, your pussy squeezed him like it wanted to strangle him and keep him inside herself forever.

Matt had never actually gone all the way inside you in fear of hurting you but today? He went all in. Grinding his pubic bone against your clit with each deep thrust. Watching with twisted satisfaction as your mind struggled to comprehend the amount of pleasure.

He wasn’t even going fast and yet you were already a wreck.

"M-matt--" You managed to choke out, a broken moan escaping you when he slammed deep. He was deep enough that you could feel him in your stomach. And there even formed a bulge on your tummy, immediately catching the eye of the cocky man above you.

"Mmhmm?" Matt hummed lazily, as if he had all the time in the world to keep ruining you. His hand reached down to press down on the flesh convexing, feeling the firmness of his cock nestled deep inside you. "You feel this, sweetheart? Someone with a small dick can’t really reach this far can they?"

You wanted to respond, wanted to tell him you were wrong, but no words left your mouth; the only sound you could let out were broken cries.

All you could do was shake your head no, tears pooling in your eyes, threatening to fall. The sight of them made Matt’s heart jump. God. You looked so vulnerable. And utterly fucking cute. He wasn’t sure if he could resist the urge to devour you.

His slow pace gradually quickened and it wasn’t long before he was pounding you into the mattress, his cock hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. Your pussy fluttered and clenched around him in response to his punishing thrusts.

He changed the position after a while, pushing your knees up and against your shoulders, making your hips rise without your control. You were almost folded in half just so he could go deeper, give you every inch he could offer—which was too much for you.

He was too big and you were too tight. Your pussy stretched wide to accommodate his girth and the fullness only added to your pleasure.

"Shit... Can feel you all around me." Matt’s brows knitted together, lips parting in pleasure, hips unrelenting. His hands gripped the underside of your knees so tightly that his knuckles were white.

Wet squelching noises from his cock driving in and out of your sopping cunt filled the room, along with the ominous creaking of the bed due to him fucking you into it. You had previously broken his bed while fucking so naturally you started to get worried

Matt noticed your distraction and made you look into his eyes by grabbing your tear-streaked face by the jaw. "Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Watch me ruin this sweet pussy with my "small" dick." The sarcasm dripping from his tone only made you more desperate.

He fucked you harder and deeper, as if to emphasize his words and make you stop thinking all-together. And it worked. You couldn’t think. The only thing you could focus on was his thick cock plunging in and out of your pussy.

Slowly, familiar tension began pooling in your stomach, the feeling causing you to shudder in anticipation. The pressure grew with each deep and calculated thrust. Even though Matt fucked you fast, his thrusts weren’t uncoordinated—he was making sure to hit all the right spots.

It would be a lie if you said he wasn’t amazing in bed, and paired with how big he was, it wasn’t surprising he was as cocky as he was. He knows he can please a woman.

"Matt-- I’m gonna, gonna cum!" You mewled, nails digging into his biceps and forearms, leaving half crescent shapes.

"Mhm, let it happen, baby. C’mon... I wanna feel you come undone around me." He murmured, voice hoarse and low.

That was exactly what you needed to fall over the edge and your orgasm washed over you in sudden waves, strong and earth-shattering, threatening to make you go dumb.

Your back arched and pussy spasmed around his shaft, alternating from squeezing and relaxing, causing Matt to moan loudly in pleasure. Your pussy was fucking exquisite.

Matt kept thrusting, fucking you through your orgasm and pushing you steadily towards another one. He was close, so close, yet he held back his own release just so he could feel you coming all over his length.

He wanted to ruin you before he filled you up.

The pleasure you felt was too intense. Too much. And yet you didn’t stop him. You didn’t want him to stop. You were pretty sure your guts would be rearranged and your poor pussy would be gaping and leaking by the time he was done with you.

Still. You needed more. And he gave it to you—raw, deep and absolutely fucking filthy.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ So I was just listening to music and scrolling through Pinterest when I saw a meme of a stop sign with the following quote "big dick alert, be aware" and I immediately got this idea (I need that pic for personal use but I accidentally refreshed my fyp and couldn’t find it again 💔)

Also, mb for the wait like I wanted to post it but I just didn't have the time to proofread it.

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[geeses]

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 ✯ 𝐦.𝐬

"fuuckk-- thaat’s right baby–haah-mmfh, keep–mmh–quiet fo’me." matt grunted quietly into your ear as he fucked you into the bed, his words sending shivers down your spine. his fingers dug into your cheek as his palm kept you silenced — which surprisingly worked well given your loud moans of pleasure.

his cock rammed into you rapidly, eliciting wet squelches from your weeping cunt. the bed creaked underneath you due to his unrelenting pace and the sheer strength he put into railing you.

each slam almost stole your breath away.

your gasps and squeals of pleasure were muffled behind his hand, eyes threatening to roll back every time his tip slammed into your g-spot or cervix.

you were nearing your third orgasm rather quickly.

"oh, you’re gonna cum for daddy aren’t you?" matt hissed, feeling your inner walls milk his cock in quick flutters. "c’mon, give it to me, fucking cum all over my cock baby." he whispered as his hand that held your hip dropped down to pinch and roll your clit between his fingers — immediately bringing you over the edge.

your eyes rolled back as tears ran down the sides of your face, your back arching and hands scrambling to push his hand – which still toyed with your oversensitized clit – away. your body jerked and twitched with intense aftershocks.

matt finally slowed down his thrusts for a brief second, letting you catch your breath before he was back to pounding into your quivering pussy.

after a few minutes of relentless fucking, he finally pulled out, but before you could gather your thoughts, he flipped you onto your stomach and held your hips in place before slamming deep inside in one swift motion, biting his lips not to moan out loud.

you weren’t given time to think, hence leaving your mind blank — only filled with the intense pleasure matt was providing you.

you moaned loudly into the bed, completely forgetting that his brothers were in the living room just a few feet away. his cock hit every sweet spot perfectly in this angle, making you squirm and try to move away, your hands going back and pushing at his hips in a futile attempt to stop him even though you didn’t want him to actually stop.

the pleasure was too much — too good.

matt chuckled breathlessly at your halfhearted attempt to push his hips away, his hands gripping your hips and waist tighter to prevent you from moving away as his pelvis slapped against your ass with obscene smacking sounds. He knew you could say the safe word if you were too overwhelmed, but he also knew that you could take it.

"aw, where do you think you’re going, sweetheart? i still haven’t cum yet — we’re not done." matt rasped, his cock pistoning in and out of you, somehow faster than before, hitting spots that made you see stars.

you were in for a night.

୨୧

𝐰𝐜. 𝟒𝟖𝟒

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞! 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞!]

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© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[cayleeuhithinknott]

— dom!matt puts his camera to a different use. . .

“holy fuck…” matt hisses, voice raspy as he tips his head back in ecstasy. he knows if he looks down into the viewfinder of the camera, he’s absolutely fucked.

it was his idea in the first place. to record you while you sucked him off. said he wanted you to know sexy you looked on your knees with his cock in your mouth. and who are you to turn down an opportunity like that?

so, here you are, on your knees, lips stretched around matt’s length. he’s already cum down your throat once, hence the tear stains on your cheeks and the abundant amount of drool seeping past your lips.

matt’s got one hand positioned on the back of your head, the other shakily holding the camera peering down at you. both of your hands are firmly planted on his thighs for support.

he thrusts his hips forward at a faster pace now, tip hitting the bruised spot in the back of your throat again and again. this elicits a deep groan from matt and a pathetically strangled, garbled noise from you.

“shit—take this cock so well, hm, baby?” matt mocks, his voice shaky with pleasure. “yeah, you do…little cockslut,” he adds, earning a choked whine from you, which is cut off when his tip bumps the back of your throat once again. matt chuckles, “knew you wouldn’t turn down my idea. i know how—fuck—how much you love having my dick stuffed down your throat.”

your face burns to the hue of a cherry, and your eyes fleet up to the camera, then up to his face—which is turned away. he knew if he took one look down at you, he’d cum. and he wanted this to last a little longer.

matt brutally thrusts his hips forward, to which you choke on a whimper. “shit. i-i’m sorry, baby, i just gotta—fuck,” his hips stutter momentarily, before he picks his pace back up, “just tap my thigh if s’too much.”

and that’s when you knew he was gonna start getting rough.

he holds your head still, forcefully jamming his cock in and out of your mouth. and you were loving it. “such a slut…gettin’ your face fucked for the camera.” he growls raspily. more saliva drips down your chin, mingling with the tears streaming down your face, dripping down onto your bare chest.

you’re completely soaked, feeling yourself throbbing as matt brutally face fucks you. “fuuuck, gonna cum all over that pretty face, baby,” matt pulls out, and before you can take a breath, “tongue out.”

you do as your told, sticking your tongue out and looking up at his face. matt’s eyes finally land on you as he tilts the camera down at your face. he jerks his cock a few times before feeling his balls draw tight, spurts of cum landing mostly on your face, very little of it actually making it onto your tongue. you swallow what you can.

“so pretty with my cum all over your face,” matt comments in adoration, making you giggle. “smile for the camera, baby.”

and you do, your lips curling up into a cheeky smile as you stick your tongue out once more and hear a click from the camera, followed by a soft beep.

author’s note. . . hi enjoy this short nonsense while i write some other stuff! i have written so much sub!matt that im really bad at writing dom!matt now…thanks to bae @strnilolover for the idea!! sorry this sucks and is literally so short

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[zimt-deathnote]

I took it upon myself to draw (and print) what Near probably thought was on his T-Shirt back in the day :B -- in the style of Cas van de Pol cause omg look at him

That being said, I think adult Near loves knock-offs. Collects them. The shittier the better.

[angelalgia]

i am NOT normal about these two

still reminiscing about etorphine’s “crush” fic

[humpster35]

Sub!Matt core