#matthew

[yourgaydads]

iconic moment

[gifs-by-renegadesstuff]

dream & co. 🤍

↳ THE SANDMAN | 2.09 “The Kindly Ones”

[ifnotredthenwhite]

#dream and matthew #last words

[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 : ??

[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.”

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MAI’S STORE

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

[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!

[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!”

[ladigube]

hand sanitizer | spencer reid

pairing | dad!spencer x mom!reader

summary | your first time hosting thanksgiving at your house. you two just had a baby and spencer doesn't want your family getting near the baby due to germs.

btw!!! | established relationship (husband and wife), a son named arthur, no use of y/n

it’s november 28th, thursday—thanksgiving day. since you and spencer got together, thanksgiving dinner has been at your parents' house, since his mom lives all the way in vegas and his dad... well, he's a deadbeat. plus, your parents' place is closer to where you live, so it works out.

your family immediately embraced spencer. they adored him, especially how he treated you and how clearly smitten he was with you. he quickly became a part of your family, spending almost every holiday with you all. once you and spencer turned 26, you decided to get married, and two years later, you welcomed your son, arthur, in early october.

your family had been out of town when arthur was born, and then you fell ill the week after. the following week, your family fell ill too. it wasn’t until thanksgiving that they were finally able to come meet arthur. while you were overjoyed, spencer was on edge.

he’s always been cautious about germs, but now that you have a baby, he’s even more vigilant. he’s terrified of arthur getting sick, especially since it's more dangerous at his age and the thought of it is just terrifying for him.

your illness and the precautions taken by your family made spencer even more vigilant. it reached a point where you couldn’t even approach your own son without spencer insisting you use hand sanitizer or sending you off to wash your hands before entering the room. it made you wonder how he’d react to the possibility of your family visiting for thanksgiving. if he was this cautious with you, how would he handle your family?

"where's the hand sanitizer?" spencer asked, glancing at the nightstand beside arthur's crib. you sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

"i knew i forgot something!" you muttered, frustration dripping from your voice. you stood up from the rocking chair in the corner of arthur’s room and walked over to spencer, placing your hands on your hips, your face flushed with guilt.

"i’m so sorry, love. i meant to grab it last night when i went grocery shopping, but i must have forgotten. i'm really sorry."

spencer frowned but immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you close for a moment. he pulled back slightly, cupping your face gently. "hey... it's okay," he said, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. "i should’ve gone to the store myself. you're already doing so much with dinner, arthur, and everything else. i'm sorry, love. i'll go get it right now."

you gave him a small, reassuring smile and murmured, "okay."

just as spencer was about to leave the house to buy more hand sanitizer, the doorbell rang. you absentmindedly ran your fingers through your hair while spencer struggled to put his shoes on, trying to hurry before you could stop him. you reached him just as he was about to step into the garage.

"just say a quick hello," you sighed. He turned to face you, concern on his face.

"but love-" he started, but you cut him off.

"spencer, you can go after we greet them," you insisted. he lowered his head in defeat and stepped back into the mudroom to take off his shoes. you straightened up and dusted off your clothes before heading toward the entryway. spencer followed and opened the door.

standing there were your parents, your two sisters, your older sister’s husband and daughters, and behind them, spencer’s mother. your mother squealed as soon as she saw you and pushed her way past your sisters.

"where is he?!" she exclaimed, stepping inside and looking around.

"good to see you too, mom," you chuckled, crossing your arms. the rest of the family followed in, and spencer came over to place a hand on your lower back. once everyone was inside and the door was shut, he leaned in and whispered in your ear, "now can i go?"

you pulled back slightly and shook your head. "just a quick hello," you replied softly. he sighed, shoulders slumping, and walked into the family room.

"he’s upstairs taking a nap, mom," you say, walking over to where she’s standing and wrapping your arms around her. she immediately returns the gesture, holding you close. "we’ll bring him down when he wakes up," you add, before pulling away and greeting everyone with a tight hug and a cheerful, "how are you?!"

"so, what’s for dinner?" your dad asks as he settles on the couch.

"i decided to keep it traditional and make tamales," you reply casually, but your mom’s face immediately falls.

"you didn’t tell me you were making tamales! why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped! did you make the sauce yourself—?" she starts rambling, but you cut her off with a laugh.

"mom, after watching you make them for most of my life, i think i’ve got it figured out," you chuckle, and she shakes her head in mock disapproval.

spencer clears his throat, then speaks up. "um, do we want to eat now, or should we wait...?"

"i think we should all get comfy first, and then we can start dinner!" you suggest with a smile.

dinner flies by in what feels like no time at all, though it actually lasts about an hour and a half. spencer grows increasingly agitated, repeatedly asking if he can go buy hand sanitizer, but you just respond each time with, "not yet." eventually, he forgets about it.

once dinner wraps up, everyone heads upstairs to the tv room. your mom is the first to ask about seeing arthur. you nod, and she steps in, spencer following right behind you.

arthur’s nursery is cozy, with a wooden crib nestled against a wall adorned with thrifted paintings. a knitted blanket you made while pregnant with him is draped over the crib, and a curtain dotted with little stars hangs next to it. a rocking chair sits beside the crib, and when you enter, you see arthur is just waking up.

you walk over and gently scoop him up, supporting him with one hand on his back and the other under his bum. you bounce him softly for a few moments until he calms down, then your mom holds out her arms. you pass him to her, and she cradles him carefully, cooing at him and rocking him gently.

then spencer has a sudden realization. his eyes widen as he notices your mom didn’t use hand sanitizer—or wash her hands—before picking up arthur. his stomach drops at the thought, and he taps you on the arm. you turn from the loving look your mom gives your son to find spencer’s worried face, and your expression shifts from content to concerned.

"spence, what’s wrong? are you okay?" you ask, reaching up to touch his arm, the fabric of his button-up shirt between your fingers.

"your mom didn’t use hand sanitizer..." he mumbles, his voice full of worry. your face softens, and you give him a reassuring smile.

"spence—"

"...and she didn’t wash her hands either," he continues, his voice trembling slightly.

you sigh, cupping his face gently. "love, i’m sure he’ll be fine."

"no, he won’t! you don’t understand how much bacteria and disease humans carry, and if he gets sick, it could be really bad—" spencer starts to spiral, but you squeeze his cheeks, halting his words.

"did you ever check under our bathroom sink for hand sanitizer?" you ask softly.

"no... was i supposed to?" he looks down at you with those wide, pleading eyes. You shrug.

"i’ll go check." you pull away from him, and he steps out of the nursery and into the bathroom to check the cabinets under the sink. after a moment, you hear a frustrated groan, and spencer reappears holding a small bottle of pumpkin spice hand sanitizer from bath & body works, the size of arthur’s tiny hand.

"seriously?" he mutters, annoyed by the size and knowing it’s probably not going to be very effective. but after a brief pause, he sighs and decides it’s better than nothing.

from that point on, every time someone even looks at arthur, spencer insists they use the tiny hand sanitizer, and by the end of the night, it’s completely gone.

authors note | this is so half assed im sorry 😭 anyways i'm done with all my after school stuff (for now) so i should be back to posting twice a week but i'm still not fully motivated enough to write full fics so we'll see how it goes :]

credits | @saradika

word count | 1.3k

spencer reid masterlist

[yourgaydads]

i guess this was too gay

[dyke-donkey]

[byuneuijoo]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

[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