#matthew

[magicturtle]

This is the on-air relationship between @borimmortal and @mightykingcobra .

[jibitzlesscrocs]

Can you write a smut where Matt is playing video games with Chris but Matt’s needy subby girlfriend needs to be full so he lets her c0€k warm him but she needs more so she won’t stop moving and he eventually give her multiple rounds in different positions

matt sturniolo x reader

warning : smut , p n v, multiple rounds, positions, cockwarming, degrading, dom!matt

needy little thing

in which, cockwarming is not enough for reader

Matt’s eyes were glued to the screen, fingers flying over the controller, jaw clenched in concentration. Chris sat on call with him, just as into the game, yelling, “Bro! Get the sniper—LEFT! LEFT, you blind—”

You, meanwhile, were curled in Matt’s lap… impaled on him. Warm, tight, aching.

It had started as cockwarming. You promised him you’d be quiet. “Just wanna feel you,” you whispered into his neck earlier, already dripping before you even got his sweats down. Matt grunted but lifted your hips anyway and let you sink down on him while he turned the game back on. But sitting still with him so deep inside you? Torture. You rocked your hips slowly.

“Stop,” he muttered under his breath, one hand gripping your waist. He didn’t even look at you — just hissed through his teeth, eyes still on the screen. “You said you’d be good.” “I’m trying,” you whispered back, voice thick with need. “You feel too good.”

Another slow roll of your hips. You clenched around him just to be a brat. He twitched inside you. Chris barked a laugh at something on screen, totally unaware of the filthy scene unfolding.

“Last chance, baby,” Matt said through gritted teeth, tone sharp. “If you keep moving, I’ll—” You did it again. Only this time, you ground down harder, whining faintly as you did. Matt dropped the controller.

Chris blinked, confused. “Yo? What happened?” Matt grabbed you under your thighs and stood up suddenly, your body bouncing on his cock as he carried you straight to the bed.

“Give me like fifteen,” he called to Chris on call.

“Fifteen?!” Chris shouted. “You’re abandoning me mid—”

The call ended.

—

Your back hit the bed, Matt looming over you, jaw tight, eyes dark.

“You couldn’t wait?”

You were already whining, grinding up against him, his cock still buried inside you from earlier. “I need you, Matty… it’s been all day—” He didn’t let you finish. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed into you hard enough to make your moan catch in your throat.

“Then you’ll take everything I give you.” He started fucking you deep and slow, letting you feel every inch of him dragging along your soaked walls. You reached for him with shaking hands, your body arching into his.

Matt’s hand came up to your throat, not choking — just holding you there, keeping you grounded as he picked up the pace. You clung to him, breathy and desperate. “More. Please… again, again—” He flipped you over. Bent you. Pushed back in like he never left. You screamed into the mattress. Matt slammed back into you from behind, groaning low as your walls fluttered around him, already too sensitive from how long you’d been sitting full of him.

“Loud now, huh?” he growled, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “Couldn’t keep still. Couldn’t follow one simple rule.” Your moan cracked, body arching under him. “I needed you,” you sobbed, “I needed to be fucked—” “And now you’re gonna get it,” he snapped.

He dragged out every thrust until you were clenching and whining and clawing the sheets. His voice dipped, dangerous and calm. “You like being my little toy, huh? All stuffed and helpless. Just my pretty little hole to use.” You nodded frantically, voice gone. The only sound you could make was a broken whimper as he pounded into you harder, hips snapping against your ass. He leaned over you, hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back to whisper in your ear:

“You think Chris could tell? That you were stuffed full of cock while we played? Think he heard you trying to act innocent? You were so fucking wet I could feel you dripping.” You gasped as your walls fluttered again. He chuckled darkly.

“Oh, you liked that, huh? You dirty little thing.” He pulled out suddenly and you cried out at the emptiness.

“On your back. Now.” You scrambled to obey. Your thighs trembled as you spread them wide for him, eyes glassy, lips swollen from biting back moans earlier. Matt looked wrecked. Sweat clung to his chest, hair falling in his eyes, cock flushed and leaking.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, crawling between your legs. “All ruined and ready for more.” He thrust back in hard and didn’t give you a second to adjust — just fucked into you with relentless pace, watching your face twist in overstimmed pleasure. You came again fast — blinding, body-spasming fast — and he didn’t stop.

“That’s it,” he grunted, holding your legs up and fucking deeper. “One more. You’ve got another in you, I know you do.” He manhandled you onto his lap next. You were trembling, wrecked, barely able to hold yourself up. But you straddled him, still needy.

“Ride,” he ordered. You obeyed, bouncing on his cock while he cupped your tits, bit at your throat, muttering filth into your skin. “You’re mine,” he breathed. “My good girl. My mess. You’re gonna be leaking me all night, baby.”

“Please, please,” you cried, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. “Don’t stop—don’t—!” He took over again. Laid you flat on your side, leg thrown over his shoulder, and fucked you through it. Your orgasm hit like a freight train — white-hot, screaming, dizzy. You sobbed his name as you came for the third time. That’s when he gave in. His moan broke into a growl, and he spilled inside you, cock twitching deep as your walls milked him greedily. He didn’t pull out. Just collapsed on top of you, chest against your back, both of you shaking.

⸻

A few minutes passed. Your skin buzzed, body heavy and spent. You couldn’t move — didn’t want to. Matt kissed your shoulder softly. “You okay, baby?” You nodded faintly. “Too good…”

He chuckled gently, pulling out slowly, both of you hissing at the overstimulation. He kissed your forehead next. “You were so good for me. So fucking hot. I mean it.” You blushed, burying your face in his neck.

“Let me clean you up,” he murmured, already rising to grab a warm towel and water bottle. He tucked you under the covers after, settling beside you with one arm wrapped tight around your waist. “Still needy?” he teased.

You smiled sleepily, voice hoarse. “Always.” “Yeah?” he kissed your temple. “Good. Rest now. I’ve got more for you when you wake up.”

taglist : @courta13 , @sunkissedsturniolos , @ivysturnss , @imsoborediwannadie , @beabadoobeeluvr2 , @moth-feeet , @lezleeferguson-120 , @theowensturniolo , @leahfaith , @nickysturnss , @mattspillowprincess , @mqttsbunnyies , @passionfruitchris , @emely9274 , @riggysworld , @kenah-sturniolo , @hannahsturniolo , @tezzzzzzzz , @kenah-sturniolo , @sturniolo-szn2 , @stayingstromboli , @obsessedwiththesturniolos , @ph3ebssturniolo , @everythingaboutbags

MAI’S STORE

this low-key has to be the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written

[gansey-like]

if you were here you may be entitled to financial compensation

[shrimpyjackal]

finally after like two whole weeks of me not being able to get my hands on this idea i later realised i forgor abt the text part but i still think this looks cute!

I FINISHED MY SILLY PALS CUTOUT I AM SO GLAD I GOT INSPIRED BY THIS AWESOME THING BY @animatorrader  BECAUSE THIS IS SUCH A COOL PIECE I bet the voicelines will be something motivational like:

M:Keep going no matter what! J:You`re doing great! K:Punch a person if they deserve it-

i swear i want to do a mini-cutout with them for myself so it can stand next to my laptop

[cvnntagious]

short wip of matt’s fave position

if cowgirl had no fans, matt would be dead. and as much as he likes seeing your pretty face twisting in pleasure while you grind and bounce on his dick, what he really loves is watching your ass recoil.

with one had on your hip, and the other stretched out cupping your boob, he couldn’t find it in himself to hold back any noises that fell from his lips. he laid with his head against his pillows as grunts and whimpers filled the room, an almost angelic harmony that followed each snap of your ass on his hips.

“k- keep doing that—shittt. m’gonna cum so hard,” he praised, eyes following your ass as you practically twerked on his aching length.

when your head whipped around to look at his fucked out expression, matt swore he could’ve busted on the spot. a strained groan came from his throat, thighs tensing under your hand. “you doin’ okay back there, pretty boy?” you asked, a small chuckle following as you continued at your deliberate pace, velvety walls massaging him in all the right ways.

“so good, mama,” he instantly replied, a little out of breath from all the noise he was making, “b- but wait, please,” he suddenly gasped, flying up from his pillow and dropping his hand to stop your bouncing.

you let out a whine elicited from a mix of confusion and frustration, brows furrowing as his face dropped into your shoulder blade. “just need to… i- i don’t wanna cum yet so just let me—“ he started, voice trailing off as both his hands slithered up your sides, fingertips light on your slightly sweaty skin.

“matt, we just started,” you tried to argue, only to find yourself moaning softly when he pinched your nipples.

before you could come up with another complaint, his soft, wetted lips met the space between your shoulder blades, placing delicate open mouthed kisses that caused heat to spread beneath them. “keep going,” he urged, pushing you forward a bit to feel you grinding on his sensitive cock, “just wanna last, and… be good for you,” he added, his voice almost coming out in a whimper when he felt you begin to move on you own, allowing his hands, now cupping both of your breasts, to kneed them tenderly.

w/c : ??

[cowboy1ikereid]

pov - matthew gray gubler is your boyfriend and this is your camera roll (i love him so much)

[glowdough]

They ALL deserve teefs. As a treat!

I need to train myself to do doodles without sketching. Because it takes me twice as long to sketch and "straight to lineart" looks about the same for doodles.

Send requests HEHE!

[vickytaa]

Wet dreams. C.S.

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I groaned loudly, grabbing the wet mattress. "What happened?" My roommate, Chris, asked. "I washed my mattress early in the morning, and it still hasn't dried up"

I knew it was a bad idea bringing my drunken friends to my shared room, but I did it anyway. They vomited on my bed, and I had to wash it. But where am I going to sleep tonight?

"And now I don't have where to sleep," I whined. "Oh, you can sleep with me." My eyes widened at his suggestion, my cheeks blushed. Chris and I have been roommates since last year. We aren't best friends, but we help each other if they need anything.

And sleeping with him wasn't that far from reality; we sleep in the same room, separated beds. So, why not? It's just a night.

"Are you sure?" I asked. He sat up from the gaming chair, "Yes. It's just for tonight" I nodded with a smile, but my stomach was full of butterflies. I mean, Chris is very attractive, funny, and mindful, how anyone could resist him?

The night came, and we both changed into our pyjama's, ready for bed. I laid down on the edge of the bed, my ass almost falling. I was trying to fall asleep as fast as I could, not wanting to do or say something stupid. I shut my eyes closed, my back looking at Chris.

Suddenly, I felt an arm wrapped around my waist, which moved me closer to Chris. "You were about to fall," He said, his eyes still closed. I giggled at his comment, trying to hide my nerves.

We both finally fell asleep, his grip on my waist tightening. I've always hugged my pillows or stuffed animals when I am asleep, so there was no surprise when I woke up in the middle of the night with one arm and a leg hugging Chris.

I was really embarrassed and didn't want to hug him again, so I turned around, my back now facing him, again.

Unexpectedly, I felt his grip tighten, pulling me incredibly closer to him. My back was now resting on his chest, and my ass... well, it was rubbing against his bulge, and fuck he was hard.

He was having a wet dream, really wet.

His hips started to rub against mine's. I couldn't help it but get wetter and wetter by the thought of fucking Chris. His low whimpers and moans were making me rub harder on him.

I knew this wasn't right. Probably, I wasn't even in his dream. But it was impossible not to fall on the tramp.

His moans became louder and louder. The arching heat between my legs started to burn like hell. I needed some friction. I was lowering my hand to my core when I froze. "Y/n- Fuck..." Chris moaned into my ear.

Was he having a wet dream about me?

I wanted him so bad for so long. I needed to do something. I wanted to surprise him.

So I did, I pulled down my shorts, along with my panties, and removed his pants and boxers. His hard dick hit his stomach. I simply watched as his tip was covered with precum.

I sat on his lap, now straddling him. I grabbed his cock and guided to my entrance, teasing my wet folds with his tip. Loud moans and groans left our lips when he found my hole, entering inch by inch.

I looked at his pleased face, his furrowed eyebrows, his "o" shaped mouth, his closed eyes, and his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

Once I was used to its size, I started to move. The room filled with raw nosies. "Chris! Fuck-" I moaned.

Out of nowhere, I feel his hands on my hips, helping me because I was getting tired of bouncing. "Fuck, you are so hot, Y/n" Chris said, his voice of just waking up.

"Chris- I... I'm mh" I couldn't even finish the sentence as I came all over his cock, he following soon after.

As we both relax from out high, I collapsed on top of him. "That... that was incredible" He said, still surprised of what just happened. I giggled, my plan has succeded. "All because of your wet dreams"

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[checkertrains]

And then Matt wants Pistachio like a weirdo (I like pistachio so I'm allowed to say this)

���Is liking pistachio ice cream a weird thing? They taste fine to me…ice cream is ice cream!”

[dyke-donkey]

[byuneuijoo]

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[jibitzlesscrocs]

I'm not sure if you do song inspired fits but if you do could you do one with f1driver! Matt & influencer!User.

Btw the song is just keep watching by Tate Mcrae

f1driver!matthew sturniolo x influencer!reader

warning : semi smutty

song inspired : ‘just keep watching’ by tate mcrae

just keep watching

in which, the cameras love them

You knew the cameras were on you. They always were — whether you were stepping out of a fashion event in Paris or sipping champagne in the paddock lounge wearing custom leather and barely-there sunglasses. But today? You weren’t just watching the race.

You were watching him. Matt Sturniolo. Number 04. Fastest driver in the grid. Fastest hands, fastest mouth, fastest way to make your legs shake. And right now, he was climbing out of his cockpit, sweat-slick and smirking, peeling off his helmet like a damn movie star, dark curls sticking to his forehead.

Your phone buzzed — a livestream notification:

“@/matthew.sturniolo: P1 finish 🏁 — try to keep up.”

You smirked. So cocky. So yours.

—

Fifteen minutes later, you were in his private trailer, pressed against the wall, race suit halfway off his hips, still breathing heavy from the podium. “Everyone’s still outside,” you whispered, biting your lip as he crowded into your space, big hands gripping your thighs.

“Let ‘em watch,” he growled, voice rough. “Isn’t that what you like, sweetheart? Eyes on you?” You shivered — because he was right.

You liked the way the cameras loved you. But you loved the way he ruined you when they weren’t rolling. Or even when they were.

His lips crashed into yours — greedy, punishing. The zipper of your designer set was halfway down when he lifted you onto the counter, tugged your legs apart, and knelt. “You think you’re in control?” he murmured against your inner thigh. “Walking around my pit lane in those little boots, like you don’t know what you do to me?”

“Maybe I like driving you crazy.”

“Oh yeah?” He grinned — dark, dangerous. “Then hold on tight, baby.” He pushed your panties aside and devoured you — fast, focused, like every second of his win had been building to this. His hands anchored your thighs down as your back hit the mirror behind you, moans echoing between the trailer walls.

You tugged his hair. “M-Matt, we don’t have time—” “You want fast?” he said, licking into you deeper. “I’m an F1 driver, baby. Fast is what I do.”

—

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was slick, jaw sharp, cock straining against his fireproofs. You were already wrecked and half-undressed — eyes glassy, thighs shaking. And still, he leaned in, lips at your ear: “Smile for the cameras, princess. They don’t know you’re still dripping from me when you do.”

You smirked. “Let them watch.”

taglist : @courta13 , @sunkissedsturniolos , @ivysturnss , @imsoborediwannadie , @beabadoobeeluvr2 , @moth-feeet , @lezleeferguson-120 , @theowensturniolo , @leahfaith , @nickysturnss , @mattspillowprincess , @mqttsbunnyies , @passionfruitchris , @emely9274 , @riggysworld , @kenah-sturniolo , @hannahsturniolo , @tezzzzzzzz , @kenah-sturniolo , @sturniolo-szn2 , @stayingstromboli , @obsessedwiththesturniolos , @ph3ebssturniolo , @everythingaboutbags

MAI’S STORE

okay…. i have a few drafts and then im done for a while okay….

[yourgaydads]

the corinthian advocates for a better work-life balance.

[shrimpyjackal]

could you draw Doey´s three consciences?

Yay i`ve finally done the fellas-

they look so silly - Yes, I decided to give em blue secondary color in palms/soles and arms/legs cause reasons

And despite the fact that Matt has the hat on the sketch, it actually changes its owner. It`s like their "talking ball" (that stuff where in the crowd the holder of a ball is the only one who is allowed to speak, so no one will interrupt the talker)

...yeah this is how this scene went

okay but lets be real Matthew was 100% even angrier /srs

[cvnntagious]

☆ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬

chris was never shy about his profession... not at all, really. truthfully, he only stayed quiet about it as to not make other people uncomfortable. but of course, as soon as he was in front of the right crowd, and the questions started coming, it was like they'd never stop. "nah— no, i don't do all that fake shit," he answered, waving off his friend as he chuckled.

everyone looked to him as they sat around on the couches in your living room, some with wonder on their faces, others with confusion. you were skeptical, to say the least. "y'know what i mean, with those plots and all," chris continued on, "no one even likes that anymore. they wanna see real, unscripted fucking. all the dirty talking and moans, they're just not enjoyable if it's all for show."

"yeah, but i'm sure it's all played out anyways," you were quick to speak up, not thinking too much of the comment you'd made. though the words were simple in your mind, they immediately caused everyone's attention to turn to you, as if you'd told this something no one could've ever possibly thought up.

chris shook his head, grin unwavering. "nah, i scrap anything that seems even remotely forced."

"but porn's always forced, everyone knows that," you quipped, completely disregarding chris' 'professional' opinion.

"y'think so?"

the smirk that began to tug at his slips only seemed to further build the tension that had already started hanging in the air. "yeah," you stated bluntly, the way you crossed your arms gave you a snobbish look, but you didn't care. "i mean, seriously, all those loud moans and screaming and shit... nobody's really that loud, no matter how good it is. and there's just no way chicks are, like, squirting and shaking all the time— i wouldn't even be surprised if squirting wasn't even real."

by this time, chris had shifted comfortably in his seat on your couch, crossing his arms like you had and watching you with an almost unreadable intense stare. he wasn't offended by what you were saying, no. rather, he was curious. he could be way off, but something told him you didn't really know much of what you were talking about.

━━★

"mm-mm, baby, don't go all quiet on me now," chris hissed as his hips snapped to meet yours, his hand reaching to lift your chin and force you to look at him.

"c- chris!" you practically shrieked, hands reaching to claw at his biceps as your back bowed slightly off of your couch, eyes closed and mouth making a pouty little 'o' shape that had chris' ego blowing up his head.

the way his large length filled you up more than you ever had before, threatening to hit your cervix with each thrust had tears brimming at your waterline. your world was being rocked, in every sense of the word, and it was all his fault. he'd decided it was time to change your outlook on everything on one random night over a silly comment you'd made hours prior. "how loud could chicks 'never be'? was it -" he cut off his sentence to pull all the way back and snap his hips as hard as he possibly could, eliciting a loud mewl from you that echoed through your house, "that loud?"

you immediately clung to him, legs wrapping around his torso and arms throwing themselves around his neck. he breathed harshly and groaned in your ear, head dipping to practically nuzzle itself in between your neck and your shoulder for a moment.

chris couldn't help chuckle when he heard you pleading to him, mumbling on about how he was too big, and that you couldn't finish like this. but still, when he slowed down for you, you found yourself whining at the loss of friction, writhing beneath him as he lifted his head to make eye contact with the camera set up on your coffee table. "wait! wait, m'not—wait, no, ke- keep doing that," you rambled on, practically unable to control the babble falling from your lips.

so when you finally decided you were fully satisfied with what he was doing (as if you hadn't already been before), chris' eyebrow raised, realizing he'd really found it now; that gummy sweet spot that made your eyes roll back.

and he shot the lens focused on him a cocky gin before diving all the way back in, allowing his head to drop on your shoulder once more

w/c : 754 a/n : divider by issysh3ll