#matt b

[firstborn-if]

ranking characters by how much sex they've had

Gwen A: 0/10 very happily asexual, probably will never have sex

Matthieu B: 4/10 more the romantic type, has had sex

Timothee C: 2/10 questioning his sexuality at the moment, and no rizz to speak of, has had sexy times once or twice

Luci D: 10/10 slut (complimentary)

B Erhyobik: 5/10 likes being in relationships, and likes having sex in those relationships

Sam F: 1/10 very asexual. has had sex once.

Professor Sky: 3/10 painfully single. has had sex in the past

Mouse: 7/10 sex fiend probably. no-one likes them so idk who they're having sex with.

Alex L: 0/10 dead

[firstborn-if]

-cinderella, after murdering her stepmother (idk haven't watched the movie)

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

[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!]

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @chaossturns @mels4ngel @lypsiiii @sydneyylainn @sturniolozbae @hearts4werka @strnilolover @matts-sidepiece @hearts4sturniolo @ivysturnss @bumbl3b34 @sophand4n4 @sagesturns @gwennybenny @whore4mattsturniolo @sturns-mermaid @christmastreecake @il0vey0um0st @summersturni @ashleysturn @unknvhx @nateismybf @lizzymacdonald06 @sleepiibunniiii @plrlvssnz @patchy-icey @greekgirldreaming @moosegirl96 @sllutty-sturniolo @rinnsgalaxy @urfavvt4ylor @pasteldreams @heartsonlyforchris @jas06sposts @elizabeth8483

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[jeyumi]

Autoscream, but the only thing that changes is he gives someone else a headache. (based off an old Matt Post vine I can't find :') (Part of Starstay AU) Image ver. under cut

[sweetshuga]

𝑶𝒓 𝑵𝒂𝒉 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ cursing ⋆ fwb!matt ⋆ soft dom!matt ⋆ missionary ⋆ degradation kink ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ boob sucking/fondling ⋆ slightly rough sex ⋆ creampie + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Your friends with benefits has two birthday presents for you; a necklace and... a good fucking.

❝𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒉?❞

"A birthday present?" You raised your eyebrows, a small chuckle leaving you at the thought. "Yeah, a birthday present." Matt repeated, shrugging nonchalantly as if he didn’t just spend a day looking for a present for you, but he couldn’t say that out loud to you—nope, definitely can’t. His eyes slowly raked over your body, taking in the dress you had put on to take pictures.

Damn you looked good.

Matt barely, barely, held himself back from pouncing on you right then and there, but he had to give you the present first. He slipped one hand in the pocket of his jeans, his other going to his hair to run his fingers through his fluffy brown locks as he contemplated what to say next.

"Well, uh-" he paused, not understanding why he was suddenly so damn nervous. You aren’t even his girlfriend and yet here he was getting all anxious about whether or not you’d like the present, but he swallowed down his worries and put on a mask of indifference and continued in a calmer tone—trying his best to hide the small uncertainty in his tone. "-just c’mere."

You let yourself get dragged to his room, confused but not unwilling. As you walked, you couldn’t help but notice the slight breeze – due to him walking so quickly – carry the scent of his cologne, and that smell never failed to make butterflies fly in your stomach. The same scent that filled your senses when he hovered over you with his hands holding your thighs to your chest while he pounded into you—

"Close your eyes." Matt’s voice cut through your thoughts and you blinked at him, only now noticing that you were already in his room and standing beside his bed. "What?" You asked dumbly, eliciting a small chuckle from him. "Close your eyes." He repeated again, waiting for you to comply.

You closed your eyes, listening to Matt shuffling around his room. After a few seconds, the shuffling stopped and you felt him standing behind you. Your breath hitched when his fingers grazed your neck, his knuckles brushing against your nape as he clasped the necklace. Matt stepped back once he was done, and you could tell that he had put a necklace on you.

Cliché.

Cliché but cute.

"You can open your eyes now." Matt chuckled, trying to seem casual as your eyes slowly opened. You looked at him before looking down at the silver necklace with a small star pendant and then back at him, your lips parting slightly.

"Do you like it?" He asked, trying to hide the hopefulness in his tone, not wanting to sound too eager. You chuckled in surprise, partially surprised he’d actually get you something so thoughtful, but mostly nervous—somehow.

"I uh... It’s really pretty, I love it..." You trailed off, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you tried to suppress it. "Thank you, really, I like it a lot." You absentmindedly touched the pendant, looking down at it.

"Thank fuck." Matt breathed out quietly, his words were barely above a whisper and sounded almost relieved. "Well, now that that’s out of the way." He gently guided you down on the bed, his voice dropping an octave.

"I think it’s about time for your next present, no?"

𓆩♡𓆪

Matt’s hips moved in slow, deep thrusts, one hand fondling your breast and the other holding himself up as he fucked you languidly. Your legs tightened around his waist, eliciting a low groan from him.

"Yeah, baby—juust like that," Matt breathed our encouragingly, both hands now bracing himself on either side of your head, his hips rolling against yours. "Mmfh-mm-fuuuck-- yuh feel s’good." He mumbled breathlessly as he increased his pace, soft slapping sounds filling the room along with the slight creaking of the bed.

Your moans increased in volume the faster he went and your hands found their way to his biceps to keep yourself from bouncing up the bed. His thrusts had gotten almost punishing in both depth and pace in a matter of seconds—his hips slamming into yours and creating loud smacking sounds.

The wet squelches from his cock ramming into your sopping cunt filled your ears, only making you more aroused. Matt let out a low moan when you started to meet his thrusts greedily, but he didn’t want you doing any work; today is your birthday, after all.

He sat back on his knees and held your hips tightly – halting your movements – he pulled your hips up from the bed, his fingers sinking into the flesh there as a smirk made itself onto his lips as he heared the needy whine leaving your lips due to the lack of friction.

Before you could say anything, however, he suddenly started to pound into you—taking you by surprise. A chocked moan escaped your lips as your back arched. "M-matt--" Your words died in your throat as moans bubbled out instead.

Stars burst behind your eyes when he hit your sweet spot.

Your vision blurred in the corners, your senses zeroing in on the pleasure he was giving you as your hands scrambled to grip the pillow under your head while he held your hips in place to making sure you won’t be able to escape the pleasure.

"Thaaat’s right, fucking take every inch of my cock like the greedy slut you are." His filthy words only made the pleasure increase, your eyes squeezing shut as your mouth gaped in a silent scream.

"Can you—haahh—really take dick or nah?" He taunted, seeing your face contort in pleasure. "Look at me." He commanded, his voice was almost unrecognisable due to exertion and lust. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his heavy lidded blue orbs. His brows were furrowed in concentration, lips parted slightly to let out breathy grunts and groans, cheeks slightly flushed.

Matt let go of your hips and leaned down again, pounding you into the mattress instead. His lips grazed against your hardened nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub. Your fingers tangled in his hair, encouraging him to keep going.

Spurred on by your positive response, he released your nipple with a wet pop and latched onto your other nipple and gave it the same attention.

Your breath hitched in your throat when his thumb found your clit, rubbing it in tight circles in time with his pounding. Your inner walls fluttered around his pistoning cock, eliciting a moan from him which gave delicious vibration to your nipple.

Matt could tell that you were close, your moans were much quicker and your breath coming in short gasps almost, your pussy sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back.

He sucked hard on your nipple, lifting his head as he sucked until it reluctantly slipped out of his mouth with a loud pop. Your hips jerked at the sensation, the bands in your abdomen were almost painfully taut.

Your eyes rolled back when he angled his hips to hit that spot inside you with each of his slams. A few more seconds of the unrelenting pounding into the spot that made you moan uncontrollably was enough for the tightness in your abdomen to burst.

You let out a drawn out moan, nails digging into his arms as your back arched sharply. Matt slowed down his thrusts to let you ride it out, his tattooed arm was braced beside your head while his other hand rubbed slow circles on your clit.

His own release was approaching rapidly—triggered by yours.

Your walls squeezing and contracting around his length was too much for him. His balls drew tight as he started to fuck you faster than before, his hand leaving your clit to help himself up. His own moans grew louder before he slammed into you one last time and stilled. His eyes rolled back briefly before closing shut, and his jaw clenching as he held back the needy sounds.

Matt’s hips jerked and twitched involuntarily as he pumped his cum deep inside you, his hips moving slowly in jerky thrusts to prolong both your highs. Arms trembling slightly as he held himself up, slowly pulling his semi-hard length out of your thoroughly fucked pussy.

His trickled out of you as Matt slumped onto the space beside you, his arm snaking around you subconsciously. You panted softly, a hand absentmindedly going to the star pendant. Your lips curled up subtly as Matt laid beside you with an arm draped across your stomach, catching his breath.

Cute.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏.𝟒 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

⋆˚࿔ 𝒊𝒔𝒂’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ This fic is written for the prettiest @strnilolover! (This is an early birthday gift lol) My girl Gabs has been there since basically day one and I want to thank you for being such a sweetheart to me and many others, so so so thankful for you! Happy birthday bby, and have a great day <3

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[malsmind]

Inexperienced reader and inexperienced Matt have sex for the first time

make it last

𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

contains ➛ ★ unprotected sex ★ first times ★ pet names ★ praising ★ orgasm denial (kind of) ★ creampie ★

you don’t really know how it starts. maybe with his mouth, maybe with the way he looks at you like there’s no one else on earth. it’s slow, whatever it is. his hands are gentle, like he’s scared to break something, like you’re made of glass and he’s still learning how to hold things right.

his mouth is on yours, warm and a little shaky. he kisses you like he’s scared he’s going to mess this up but refuses to stop anyway. like he needs it too much. you’re not sure what you’re doing either, but with him, it doesn’t feel like you need to. it just happens. soft mouths, shy touches, his hands sliding under your shirt like it’s sacred. like you are.

“is this okay?” he asks, over and over, and it’s not annoying. it’s sweet. it’s him. it makes your chest ache how much he wants this to be right, how badly he wants you to be okay. you nod, and whisper something close to yes, please, and he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years.

clothes go missing. slowly. hesitantly. like you’re both afraid you’ll get cold without them, but neither of you wants to stop. his hands tremble a little when he touches you, but not because he’s unsure—because he’s trying so hard to do everything right. he kisses every inch of you like he needs to memorize it. like he’ll be tested on it later and he wants an a. when he finally lines himself up, he pauses, forehead resting against yours, eyes fluttering shut.

“you tell me if anything hurts, sweetheart,” he breathes, voice low, tight, nearly breaking. “seriously. anything.”

you nod again. your fingers tighten on his arms. he’s being so careful, so slow, like the world might crack open if he moves too fast. it’s new, and a little strange, but not scary—not with him. not when he’s looking at you like that. not when he’s kissing your jaw and whispering, “you’re doing so good. you feel—fuck, you feel so good.”

he moves slowly at first. painfully slow. like he’s trying to stretch time, trying to savor it even as his hips tremble and he keeps letting out little, choked sounds in your ear. like it’s taking everything in him not to fall apart right there.

“‘m not gonna last,” he groans, forehead pressing into your neck, voice almost desperate. “shit—fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

“don’t,” you whisper, breathless. “please. not yet. m’ not close yet.”

his hand fists in the sheets next to your head. he’s biting his lip so hard it might split open. he kisses you to keep himself grounded, to hold back, and somehow it makes it worse for him. his whole body’s tight. desperate. but he holds on for you. he holds on even when his hips stutter, even when he has to stop moving for a second and just breathe. you’re getting closer now, can feel it building low and slow in your stomach. you kiss his jaw, whisper his name, maybe beg a little, and that’s what breaks him. his voice cracks as he moans, tries to hold still, but he’s shaking too hard now.

“i can’t—i—fuck-“ matt whimpers, breath trembling, arms shaking on each side of your head.

“it’s okay—you can cum.” you whisper. equally as shaky as him.

he spills into you with a gasp, body trembling, teeth gritted like he’s trying to fight it, even now. and then it’s your turn. not even a second later, you’re arching into him, breath caught in your throat as everything falls away. your hands grip his shoulders, fingernails pressing little half-moon marks into his skin. he’s still murmuring to you, even while trying to catch his breath.

“you were perfect,” he says, forehead still against yours, eyes closed. “you’re so perfect. fuck.”

you don’t say anything. just keep your arms around him, breathing him in. it was new. it was awkward. and it was easy. because it was him.

because it was you and him.

© 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

[sluttapes]

⌞ 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ⌝

matthew bernard sturniolo

𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬ㆍ 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

you wake before the sun’s fully crested the windows, the soft gray light barely touching the walls of your bedroom. matt’s arms are around you, heavy and warm, chest pressed against your back, his breathing deep and even. but your mind isn’t calm—not completely. there’s this low ache between your thighs, soft and insistent, the kind that creeps in slowly while you sleep and leaves you squirming a little before you’re even fully awake. you shift under the sheets, pressing your thighs together just slightly, and matt’s grip tightens in response, like even asleep, his body knows how to hold you closer.

you don’t want to wake him. not really. and definitely not for this. it feels silly—needy. you try to breathe through it, try to calm yourself, but when your hips roll just a little into the mattress and a quiet gasp escapes your lips, it’s already too late.

matt stirs.

“mm.” his voice is raspy, low, muffled against your hair. “you okay?”

you freeze. “yeah. sorry. didn’t mean to wake you.”

his hand slides down, palm warm against your stomach, thumb brushing lazy circles there. “you’re squirming,” he mumbles, still half-asleep. “what’s wrong?”

you hesitate, biting your lip.

he shifts behind you, just enough to press a slow kiss to the back of your neck. “baby,” he says, softer now, like a secret, “you wet?”

your face burns, but you nod just the tiniest bit. he hums low, pleased, and nudges your shoulder so you roll onto your back.

“lemme help,” he whispers, eyes still barely open, voice all gravel and sleep.

“matt—”

“mmh,” he breathes, already sliding down under the blankets. “jus' let me. i got you.”

you gasp when he kisses your thigh, so slow, so lazy it feels like a dream. his hands spread your legs gently, and then his mouth is on you—warm and soft, tongue dragging through your folds in slow, heavy strokes that make your whole body tense. he’s not in a rush. not even close. he’s still half-asleep, taking his time, like this is just a natural part of waking up for him. his mouth moves with a lazy rhythm, tongue circling your clit until your hips start to lift from the bed.

“matt,” you whisper, already breathless.

he groans against you, low and needy. “taste so good in the morning,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your skin. “so sweet. so wet.”

you moan, hand finding his hair beneath the blankets, fingers tangling in the mess of it as he keeps going, never speeding up, never rushing. just slow, wet pleasure that builds and builds, like a sunrise inside you.

“wanna feel you cum on my tongue,” he whispers, lips brushing your clit between strokes. “c'mon, baby.”

you bite your lip, back arching, and then you’re coming—soft and sudden and so damn full, trembling under the weight of it as he licks you through every second. when you finally go still, boneless and warm under the sheets, matt crawls back up, nuzzling into your neck, his lips sticky with you.

“mm. good morning,” he murmurs with a sleepy grin.

you laugh, breathless. “you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re welcome,” he whispers, wrapping himself around you again like he’s already falling back asleep.

@sweetshuga gave me the idea for this when we was talking about something like that i think LMFAO

(also if anyone’s posted something like this, please lmk so i can credit because idk if im delusional or not but i swear i read something similar before)

— @tits4matt @loser41ifee @sweetshuga @nickysturnss

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

NPMD best line deliveries

oh shit! oh fuck!! i didnt think thered be a skele'uhn here ?!? im so fucking scared of skele'uhnz!!!

dont frighten him pokey you nasssssty boy

were going to jail...and with my luck no one will even B O T H E R making me their bitch...

🐦 heyus the thing about a bãrbĕqüe...it brings folks together...from awl wawlks of laife...theyres a storhé behand everyh burrghurr...everyh kehbahhb...

but I...called God a sonofa B word...who am iaieEUGHAHuhuuuh...

[angelyearner]

touch me — sub!matt ꒱ ﹐ ‏࿐ contains : mommy kink !!

it was safe to say that matt was a huge softie when it came to affection. he just needed your attention, no matter what. you could be watching movies and he would whine and pout at the fact that you weren't giving him enough attention.

he sighed dramatically as he leaned against you, resting his head on your shoulder. “pay attention to me,” he whined, pouting like a child. “not right now matt, m’watching a movie”

he groaned and slumped even more against your shoulder, practically melting into you at this point. “don't care, pay attention to me instead.” he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled. as he was leaning against you, you couldn't help but notice the slight bulge in his sweatpants.

he couldn't help but feel impatient, wanting your attention right away. so he started to subtly hump the side of your thigh, being extra needy. the contact made him feel a bit needy, making him pout even more, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

his body pressed even tighter against you, the friction against your thigh building up. he let out soft, needy little whimpers, his grip on you tightening. he needed just a little bit more, something to push him over the edge; something from you.

he looked up at you, pleading, begging. "please…" “aw can’t cum without mama?” he whined at your teasing tone, pouting even more, his cheeks flushing a little at the nickname. "no…need you…please mama…" he mumbled, looking up at you.

“aw sweet boy” he couldn't help the whine that slipped from his lips at your words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and neediness. "mama please…" he mumbled again, his eyes pleading. he needed the attention, needed the affection he knew you could give him.

“lay back on the couch sweetie” once matt listened you slowly started to pump his pretty cock. he shuddered at your touch, his body immediately responding to the attention he so desperately needed.

his eyes fluttered shut for a moment before opening again, still watching you. "n-need more.." he whimpered, struggling to keep his voice from trembling. “hmm… and what do we say when we want something?” he swallowed hard, trying to gather himself enough to say the words.

"p-please…please mama.." “there you go, good boy matty” you increased the speed of your hand was pumping him. he clenched his fists at his sides, trying desperately to keep himself from squirming too much. “oh..!" he gasped, his body jerking slightly from the touch. "mm..feels so good.." he whined, closing his eyes.

“doing so good sweetheart” he clenched his teeth, trying to contain the sounds that were threatening to spill from his lips."y-yes mommy, feels so good, ngh, ffuuck…" your touch. the feeling of your hand on him was almost too much, but he never wanted it to end.

he looked up at you, his eyes glazed with desire and desperation. "please, don't stop.." he managed to whisper, his voice hoarse. little spills and leaks of pre-cum spilled from his tip. “you close pretty boy?”

his body trembled slightly, the pre-cum making him feel even more needy and desperate. "y-yes.." he whimpered, his eyes pleading. "please, i'm so close..need it, please.." he whined, his voice quivering a little. he squeezed his eyes shut, his breaths coming in short pants as you focused on his tip.

his body tensed, muscles clenching as he finished. "f-fuck..please, please, please.." he cried out he felt like he was about to explode, his words dissolving into needy whines and whimpers. “goood boy”

a/n: sub matt sub matt sub matt ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა !!

@mattybsgroupie

[disease]

when John Waters appeared on The Simpsons' Emmy-winning, queer-revered episode known as "Homer's Phobia" in 1997—and left us with this eternally pertinent retort.

[sunrisemill]

Smash…

DOUBLE SMASH…OH GAWD

[hauntworm]

is this anything

[sturnioloho]

dirty chris

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐛𝐬𝐟.ᐟ𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 ✯ 𝐦.𝐬

matt sat beside you with his hand holding one of your thighs to his own while his other hand moved between your legs. his fingers slowly circled your clit through your soaked panties, gliding smoothly due to your arousal having made the cotton fabric slick. he let out a quiet groan at the feeling of your wetness coating his fingertips.

your hips twitched involuntarily, threatening to buck into his hand the more he circled your engorged nub through your panties; your clit was swollen due to being sooo turned on from the sounds and expressions of him getting a handjob.

matt gently pulled your panties to the side and touched your clit directly, eliciting a hiss from you, followed by a soft noise that sounded like a moan. a small smirk tugged at the sides of his lips, his fingers slipping lower to part your folds before teasing your entrance with the tip of his middle finger, slipping in slightly before pulling away and circling the small opening.

a whine escaped you before you could stop it.

"hm? you need something?" matt questioned innocently, as if he isn’t teasing you. your face flushed subtly, another quiet whine leaving your lips. "c’mon, matt." you barely held back from whining his name. "you-you promised to teach me, not tease me." you mumbled, looking up at him, your breath hitching when you saw the pure desire in his eyes.

matt finally stopped teasing you and slowly slid his middle finger inside, making you moan softly — quite sensitive due to being so damn turned on. "hm? sensitive aren’t you?" he chuckled, his smirk widening as his finger slid in deeper until his knuckles grazed against your cheeks.

you moaned sharply when he suddenly curled his finger, rubbing insistently against the spongy bump in your gummy walls.

"watch." he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "you wanted to learn, right?" he slid a second finger in — his ring finger, and started to pump them in and out of you, setting a steady rhythm.

matt made sure to curl his fingers to rub against the spot that made your eyes roll back. his breath caught in his throat when he heard the increasingly loud wet squelches from his fingers fucking your sopping cunt.

your moans were enough to make him grow hard again.

a few more minutes of his relentless fingers sent you over the edge with a loud moan, your hips bucking wildly as you felt immense pleasure that you’ve never felt before. matt’s dick jumped in his pants at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his digits, sucking him in greedily like you wanted more.

he would be lying if he said that he didn’t wish it was his dick instead, but he wasn’t sure where you would set the line on things, and therefore, he slowly slipped his fingers out of your sated pussy and fought the urge to suck it clean as he stared down at his hand.

matt quickly shook away the thought and wiped his hand on a tissue he took from the tissue box before turning to look at you. "did you learn?" he asked, chuckling at your dazed "yeah". he wondered if you would let him fuck you, but he scrapped the thought.

maybe next time he’ll ask; if there’ll be a next time that is.

୨୧

𝐰𝐜. 𝟓𝟔𝟐 «𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭»

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[kiyomitakada]

in which L's successors engage in riveting debate (post source, B sprite source)

[sweetshuga]

「 ✦ 𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ✦ 」

Your eyes focused on the movie playing, but your mind was obviously somewhere else, your breath hitched every few minutes as the movie progressed, hands gripping the blanket with such force that your knuckles were turning white.

Nick and Chris sat on the other side of the couch, Chris scrolling through his phone as Nick watched the movie playing on the TV—neither of them noticed the slight movement under the blanket you and Matt shared.

Matt’s fingers curled inside you, purposely rubbing your g-spot since he knew you were struggling to keep quiet, your eyes rolled back briefly from the sudden intense pleasure. His lips twitched at the corners with a small smirk when he heard the small whimper you let out.

"Shhh—sweetheart," he whispered, leaning slightly closer to you so he could move his fingers faster without making the blanket move too much.

You bit your lips, face almost buried in his shoulder in a futile attempt to hide your lewd expression that would immediately give away to your dirty little secret. You couldn’t believe the turn of events, one minute you were sitting and watching a horror movie with the triplets and the next Matt, your best friend, was fingering you under the blanket.

Tears of pleasure prickled at the corners of your eyes as Matt's fingers attacked your sweet spot with precision, unrelenting and merciless. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, and Matt seemed to have noticed it too, his digits quickening their pace.

Well, your walls were fluttering so much around his fingers—it would be stupid not to notice your impending release.

Quiet squelches sounded from under the blanket, and thankfully enough, the sound effects of the movie drowned out the wet noises. His thumb swiped over your slick clit, alternating between quick flicks and slow but forceful circles. The double stimulation proved to be too much for you and the taut bands snapped in your lower abdomen.

"Mmmfffp!" You accidentally let out a sound—which Matt quickly muffled with his free hand.

You were climaxing so fucking hard that your whole body trembled, hands clutching desperately at his arm as your pussy gripped his fingers, clenching and unclenching rhythmically.

Matt barely held back a groan, wishing it was his dick – your greedy cunt was sucking in – instead. He kept moving his fingers in and out of you slowly, prolonging your high, until your body finally relaxed against him.

His hand left your mouth and he slowly pulled his fingers out and wiped it on the blanket before briefly glancing at the other two if they noticed anything. Seeing that they were still paying attention to whatever they were doing made him let out a small sigh of relief.

Matt smirked slightly as he casually draped an arm around your shoulders, turning his attention back to the movie as if he didn’t just render you dumb on his fingers.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟒𝟖𝟑 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖