mattsatellite

[mattsatellite]

guys i'm barely on tumblr cause uni deadlines are killing me rn

i still love all my moots pls don't hate me

[mattsatellite]

oh i'm already exploding

ya vengo bbg 🫦🫦🫦

introducing... forbidding neighbor!matt

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ i can't stand her being close, never could. to me, she's always been a menace; nothing but an irritating, insufferable pest who, through some cruel twist of fate, has been a constant blight next door all her life... and mine. i just wish someone would drag her down from her delusions, and like cats, let her curiosity be her damnation. — matt.

𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗅as𝗁, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 . . . 19. lone wolf. sadist at heart. cruel humor. dead-eyed stare. cigarettes & cold hands. black cat energy. winter born. whispers like a threat. sharp tongue. leather & silver. ink-stained fingers. unread messages. nightmares & insomnia. silence as a weapon. shadows follow.

blood // water — grandson.ㅤ the drain — bad omens & health. supermassive black hole — muse.ㅤ fed up — ghostemane.ㅤ black sheep — metric. ㅤpumped up kids — foster the people.

paired with . . . deathly curious!reader

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a/n: this piece is heavily based on damian, a work by alex mirez. tread carefully; the shadows you'll encounter here echo those from her dark narrative.

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my fav book and my fav person combined? oh im so ready for this

Chapter : 00

i was always too curious.

i always felt an insatiable urge to unearth what was happening.

i was always drawn to that perilous enigma.

that’s why it happened—the thing that dragged me into a nightmare.

what lured me into this abyss stood about six feet tall, moved like a shadow on the verge of dissolving into the void, and bore a name many gave their sons, meaning "gift from god"—though in this case, he was anything but:

matthew.

matthew and i were neighbors, living side by side in two houses nestled within the suffocating suburbs of asfil, usa. my fascination with him ignited the moment i laid eyes on him.

i saw him, and something inside me erupted into a gnawing intrigue.

i’d known of his existence since we were shapeless brats, back when boys and girls were indistinguishable save for what hid between their legs. my hair was cropped so short i could’ve passed for a boy, my body thin as a needle; and he, beneath a mop of dark hair, was so pale and hollow-eyed he looked like death was already clawing at him.

that’s what first sparked my curiosity: his appearance.

matthew didn’t look healthy, not even close; he resembled those sickly, frail children who inspire pity, despair, and exhaustion. he was utterly unlike the rest... and i wanted—no, i needed—to know why he was so strange, why we never shared the same world and while i roamed the neighborhood pulling childish stunts, he wouldn’t even glance out his window.

we went to the same school, and he spoke to no one. silent, withdrawn, stiff, like a miniature adult forced into elementary purgatory.

he didn’t go to the park or anywhere i haunted.

he rejected every gesture from every soul.

and he vanished with eerie precision.

so, my childish curiosity demanded answers to matthew’s strangeness.

i’ll admit i knocked on his door countless times, hoping for a partner in mischief and maybe some clarity, using the excuse that there were no other girls around, but every visit left me empty-handed:

“good afternoon, matthew’s mom. is he free to play? i’ve got a new bike, and my mom says i can share it,” a younger me had chirped at his doorstep.

his mother was painfully normal compared to him, she’d even smiled at me sweetly each time i showed up.

“oh, honey, that’d be lovely, but matthew’s too sick to come out. i’m so sorry.”

the excuse—or the convenient excuse—was always anemia, some bizarre strain i’d begun to question why it never healed.

my mother once said it might explain his odd looks and why he rarely left home, but it didn’t answer the thousand questions clawing at my mind.

deep down, i knew it wasn’t true, i knew matthew wasn’t sick, i felt it wasn’t so.

i sensed his strange, otherworldly pull; dangerous, intoxicating, but with a string of failed attempts, no explanations, and nothing to prove otherwise, my thoughts were just wild guesses. and no one cared.

still, that didn’t kill my curiosity, because when i turned thirteen and my innocent desire to play with him faded, i stopped swallowing the anemia lie whole and dared to probe his world.

what did i find? nothing.

he never left the house, nothing odd ever stirred around it, and nothing suspicious ever surfaced. everything seemed normal: normal outings, normal returns, normal sounds. no alarms, no proof for my theories.

time dragged on.

i celebrated birthdays, made friends, grew into my body, connected with the world. and matthew? still “sick” with that supposed anemia and i say it with air quotes, because i wasn’t buying it... and that only let him attend school.

we went to asfil’s lone elementary, then its lone high school, but nothing changed: he spoke to no one, did his work alone, sat at the back, radiated rejection to anyone who neared, ate at a separate table, went unnoticed by all but me, and the second the bell rang, he was gone.

by the time i noticed the years that had slipped away, i was eighteen, and matthew was a year older.

and he’d changed drastically, puberty had hit him like a cruel joke.

his hair was thick, chaotic, dark, always a mess, as if a brush were a foreign concept. his body showed traces of effort, though his frame wasn’t as chiseled as the football team’s brutes. the freckles on his pale face had vanished. his gaze no longer screamed exhaustion—it had turned grim, sometimes vacant, sometimes wary, like he was seconds from committing something vile.

in short, matthew wasn’t a boy anymore.

he was a man.

but still a mystery who wouldn’t meet your eyes, as if no one else existed in his twisted world. it worked well to keep people at bay, no one was stubborn or curious enough to approach someone whose every look screamed, “stay the hell away.”

so, with disappointment and no way into his strange orbit, the dangerous enigma named matthew slipped to the back of my mind.

a mystery i stopped trying to unravel… until that day.

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a/n: this piece is heavily based on damian, a work by alex mirez. tread carefully; the shadows you'll encounter here echo those from her dark narrative.

╭ ❝ my dears, i truly cherish the affection you show through your reposts, and for that, i’m grateful; however, let us be unequivocally clear: my narratives are my sacred domain, not to be borrowed/reshaped without my consent

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heist with chris will be the end of me if i even survive this damian matt. also the way you're just here casually doing God's work???? FUCKKK (me please)

introducing... forbidding neighbor!matt

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ i can't stand her being close, never could. to me, she's always been a menace; nothing but an irritating, insufferable pest who, through some cruel twist of fate, has been a constant blight next door all her life... and mine. i just wish someone would drag her down from her delusions, and like cats, let her curiosity be her damnation. — matt.

𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗅as𝗁, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 . . . 19. lone wolf. sadist at heart. cruel humor. dead-eyed stare. cigarettes & cold hands. black cat energy. winter born. whispers like a threat. sharp tongue. leather & silver. ink-stained fingers. unread messages. nightmares & insomnia. silence as a weapon. shadows follow.

blood // water — grandson.ㅤ the drain — bad omens & health. supermassive black hole — muse.ㅤ fed up — ghostemane.ㅤ black sheep — metric. ㅤpumped up kids — foster the people.

paired with . . . deathly curious!reader

« 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 | 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 »

a/n: this piece is heavily based on damian, a work by alex mirez. tread carefully; the shadows you'll encounter here echo those from her dark narrative.

╭ ❝ my dears, i truly cherish the affection you show through your reposts, and for that, i’m grateful; however, let us be unequivocally clear: my narratives are my sacred domain, not to be borrowed/reshaped without my consent

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒ㅤ: ㅤ @courta13 @chrislilcumslvt @marrykisskilled @chrislova @sturnshood @inspiredangel @strnilolover @emely9274 @sturns-mermaid @blushsturns @ariieeesworld @pixie-sticks-are-good @luvjaeeee @sturnslutz @mattswifeyy @mattswifeyy @oopsiedaisydeer @v4lsturn @pair-of-pantaloons @idkwhatthisevenislol @sturn777 @whore4mattsturniolo @mattchalattee @madifilipowiczisthebest @fratbrochrisgf @sturniolo101 @ivysturnss @mattsatellite

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[mattsatellite]

MATT IS SO DAMIAN CODED STOP i need him

introducing... forbidding neighbor!matt

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ i can't stand her being close, never could. to me, she's always been a menace; nothing but an irritating, insufferable pest who, through some cruel twist of fate, has been a constant blight next door all her life... and mine. i just wish someone would drag her down from her delusions, and like cats, let her curiosity be her damnation. — matt.

𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗅as𝗁, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 . . . 19. lone wolf. sadist at heart. cruel humor. dead-eyed stare. cigarettes & cold hands. black cat energy. winter born. whispers like a threat. sharp tongue. leather & silver. ink-stained fingers. unread messages. nightmares & insomnia. silence as a weapon. shadows follow.

blood // water — grandson.ㅤ the drain — bad omens & health. supermassive black hole — muse.ㅤ fed up — ghostemane.ㅤ black sheep — metric. ㅤpumped up kids — foster the people.

paired with . . . deathly curious!reader

« 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 | 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 »

a/n: this piece is heavily based on damian, a work by alex mirez. tread carefully; the shadows you'll encounter here echo those from her dark narrative.

╭ ❝ my dears, i truly cherish the affection you show through your reposts, and for that, i’m grateful; however, let us be unequivocally clear: my narratives are my sacred domain, not to be borrowed/reshaped without my consent

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒ㅤ: ㅤ @courta13 @chrislilcumslvt @marrykisskilled @chrislova @sturnshood @inspiredangel @strnilolover @emely9274 @sturns-mermaid @blushsturns @ariieeesworld @pixie-sticks-are-good @luvjaeeee @sturnslutz @mattswifeyy @mattswifeyy @oopsiedaisydeer @v4lsturn @pair-of-pantaloons @idkwhatthisevenislol @sturn777 @whore4mattsturniolo @mattchalattee @madifilipowiczisthebest @fratbrochrisgf @sturniolo101 @ivysturnss @mattsatellite

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[mattsatellite]

y'all don't understand how much i need this

car sex with matt .ᐟ

🪧 ⁞ alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

the sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape as matt and y/n decided to take an impromptu drive.

the air was thick with the scent of summer and adventure, but inside the car, the atmosphere was charged with a different kind of heat. y/n's eyes were magnetically drawn to matt, not just for the drive itself, but for how he looked doing it.

matt was wearing grey sweatpants today, the fabric loose yet showing off the undeniable bulge at his crotch, especially with how he was sitting. his t-shirt was clinging to his frame, the faded blue of the top matched his eyes, which were focused on the road, his biceps flexing with each turn of the wheel. his skin, lightly tanned, glistened with a hint of sweat, the scent of his cologne — a blend of leather and earth— filling the car.

y/n couldn't help but feel the growing wetness between her legs as she watched him, his jaw set in concentration, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick his lips. the sight of him, so focused, so masculine, was driving her wild.

matt caught her looking, a playful smirk pulling at his lips. "Y’lookin’ like y’wanna eat me up, huh?" his voice was rough, teasing, sending a shiver down her spine.

"m’so obvious, huh?" y/n managed, her voice breathy, her arousal evident.

"mhm, and y’know what happens when y’get that look in yer eyes," he teased, though his eyes kept flicking back to her, his smirk widening when he noticed her hand inching closer to his thigh. "better not distract me too much, gotta keep this ride safe, y’know?"

but y/n was beyond caring about safety; her hand moved, tracing the outline of his cock through the soft, grey fabric of his sweatpants. she could feel the heat of him, the way his cock twitched under her touch, the fabric tenting more with each stroke. matt let out a low, guttural groan, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"fuck, y/n, you're not helpin’ me out here, i gotta drive," he complained, his voice a mix of annoyance and arousal, his words slurring together in his lust-hazed state.

but y/n was relentless, her fingers now working him more deliberately, feeling every pulse through the thin, pliable material. "c'mon, matt, you can handle a little multitasking," she whispered, her voice sultry with challenge.

matt's breathing grew heavy, the sweatpants now visibly strained as he struggled to keep his focus. "y’gonna make me crash, y’know that, right?" he murmured, his tone more playful than serious.

finally, succumbing to the need, matt swerved into a secluded alley, the car coming to a quick halt. the engine's hum faded, leaving only their heavy breathing and the distant city sounds. "you're fuckin' trouble, y’know that?" he growled, his voice low and rough as he covered her hand with his, pressing it harder against his erection.

the car's interior was now thick with the musk of arousal, the windows fogging up from their heated breaths. y/n, with eager fingers, pulled down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. it was hard, the skin flushed a deep red, the head glistening with precum, veins prominent with his arousal as it throbbed in her hand, eager and ready.

straddling him without any hesitation, y/n hiked her skirt up, her panties already soaked through.

matt's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her down onto him, the sensation of him breaking her panties in desperation and pushing into her was intense; his thickness stretching her, the velvety heat of his cock against her sensitive walls. she moaned, a loud, unfiltered sound that echoed in the car, as he filled her completely.

"god, y’so tight, ma," matt groaned, his head falling back, his hands roaming up to grab her ass, squeezing it as he began to thrust up into her with a force that made the car rock. the sounds of their bodies, wet and slick, slapping together filled the confined space, mixing with their moans and the occasional creak of the vehicle.

y/n moved with him, her hands bracing on his shoulders, feeling the power of his body under her palms.

the friction was electric, the heat of him deep inside her, the way her body responded, clenching around him, drawing him in deeper. she could feel every vein, every pulse, the way his cock curved to hit that perfect spot inside her.

"y’love this, huh? m’little tease," matt panted, his voice a husky whisper, his eyes locked on where they were joined, watching his cock disappear into her, slick with her arousal. "s’wet f’me, baby."

y/n nodded, unable to speak through her moans, her body moving on instinct, riding him harder, chasing her pleasure.

matt's hands were everywhere – on her breasts, squeezing them through her top, then trailing down her back, pulling her into a desperate, messy kiss. their tongues clashed, tasting each other, the salt of their sweat mingling.

their rhythm became frantic, matt thrusting up with such force, each movement designed to drive her over the edge. y/n's mind was fogging, her thoughts narrowing down to the sensation of him inside her, the overwhelming pleasure making her feel like she was losing her mind, her words turning into incoherent moans and whimpers.

"fuck, m’gonna fuck y’so stupid," matt growled, his voice breaking as he felt his climax building, his balls tight against his body, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.

"please, babe, ’m so close" y/n gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling as that coil in her belly tightened to the breaking point.

with a few more hard, relentless thrusts, matt came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with hot jets of cum, his moans loud and uninhibited.

y/n followed immediately, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around him, milking him through his release, her body trembling with the aftershocks, completely overwhelmed, fucked into a state of blissful stupidity.

they stayed like that, panting, hearts racing, the windows fogged up, creating their own private world inside the car. matt let out a lazy chuckle, his voice hoarse. "damn, y’made me lose control on that one."

y/n, catching her breath, managed a satisfied, dazed smile. "m’so glad we decided to go for a drive."

matt pulled her down for another kiss, this one slower, more tender, his hands gentling on her body. "yeah, me too."

╭ ❝ my dears, i truly cherish the affection you show through your reposts, and for that, i’m grateful; however, let us be unequivocally clear: my narratives are my sacred domain, not to be borrowed/reshaped without my consent

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒ㅤ: ㅤ @courta13 @chrislilcumslvt @marrykisskilled @chrislova @sturnshood @inspiredangel @strnilolover @emely9274 @sturns-mermaid @blushsturns @ariieeesworld @pixie-sticks-are-good @luvjaeeee @sturnslutz @mattswifeyy @mattswifeyy @oopsiedaisydeer @v4lsturn @pair-of-pantaloons @idkwhatthisevenislol @sturn777 @whore4mattsturniolo @mattchalattee @madifilipowiczisthebest @fratbrochrisgf @sturniolo101 @ivysturnss @mattsatellite

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please thank you

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FUCKING FINALLY

oh im about to devour this🫦

[mattsatellite]

thought i'd share what i think ⭑

as an european fan i totally get the disappointment. it's frustrating to feel left out and they could've honestly done something that the whole fandom can enjoy.

this might be controversial but i can’t help but feel a little bad for them tho. my empathetic ass feels like they're just lost and unsure of what to do next. it feels like they’re trying, but nothing is working the way they want it to or the way it used to. we can't ignore the fact that their views have been lower than usual, and i feel like they’re panicking a bit? maybe this tour is their way of trying to bring the excitement back? even if it’s kinda backfiring cause it’s not what fans actually want.

the video quality issue is real. i rlly think they need a manager or someone to help them with ideas cause rn, it feels like they’re doing what fans used to like, but it ends up being repetitive and has the opposite effect. also, imo their videos always felt natural but lately they just seem a bit forced? which makes them less enjoyable. it's almost like they're overthinking them.

i'm not saying that we should just eat whatever shit they give us without criticism. it's ok to expect better from them. hopefully they actually listen and improve things instead of just repeating what isn't working.

still love them ofc, they're still the same guys that bring us sm comfort. let's just bear with them a bit x

[mattsatellite]

whatever u say handsome

[mattsatellite]

HELLO THAT WAS MY FIRST THOUGHT

giving me major one d best song ever mv vibes

[mattsatellite]

hi everyone! i'm chai ⭑

i've been on tumblr for a while, but i'm finally planning to start posting stuff!

please feel free to send me asks anytime x

also i'm still trying to figure out how things work here so pls bear with me