mattsbestios

[mattsbestios]

your most recent puppy fic 💦

it was very 💦💦 HEHE BUTT BABES IM BEYOND THRILLED PEOPLE LIKED IT 🫣

[mattsbestios]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

note: this is all fictional, if this is not your cup of tea please scroll. read the tags, and warnings. i do not control what you chose to consume.

baby sitter 🐇

contains: incest, power imbalance, teasing, age gap

matt is supposed to babysit you but you're being so bratty, he has to fuck the brat out of you

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໒꒱: 774

matt was supposed to be watching you, while your parents were out of town for a convention. you were currently mopping around his room, mad that he wouldn’t let you vist your boyfriend. “matt, just drive me there,” you pleaded with him watching as he shook his head for the nth time his arms crossed over his chest. “it’s not that big of deal,” you whine stomping your foot on his carpted floor. to say the least you were being a brat. “no, you’re not getting pregant on my watch” he growled rolling his eyes in annoyance. you groaned, annoyed, throwing your head back.

“you're such a pervert, picturing your sister pregnant.” you tease, throwing a pillow at his face. “step,” he whispered lowly, reminding you, he always did as if you didn’t know that you were stuck with him. you stomped towards him grabbing another pillow and hitting him in the face with it.

“stop it,” he said, grabbing your wrist tightly. your lips formed into a pout as you tried to move from his grip. “you probably just want to go out and have sex,” he muttered pushing you away from him roughly.

“ouch!,” you shouted rubbing your wirst and being a tad bit dramatic. “so what if i do,” you mumbled sitting on his desk chair, oblivious to the way your overszied shirt hiked up your thighs. “pull your shirt down,” matt said his eyes darting away. you were still not paying attention to anything he was saying, too busy ranting about how he wouldn’t let you leave the house. he couldn't help but look at the way your shirt was sliding up your legs.

“fuck…” he trailed off, grabbing the pillow and trying to hide his hard on. you notcited smiling to yourself as you got off the chair and walked towards him, smirking. “you were looking at my thighs, weren’t you?” you ask, biting your lips as you stand between his legs. matt groaned rolling his eyes.

“don’t flatter yourself princess,” he mumbled but his body language told you different. your hands roamed down your body stopping at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up slightly. “i see the way you look at me,” you whisper swaying your hips between his legs. matt looked away trying to hold back.

“i’ll let you fuck me, if you promise to drive me where i wanna go,” you suggested pulling your shirt all the way off and presenting your bare body to him. “get on the fucking bed,” he growled under his breath. his hands pressed you into the bed, laying flat against your stomach. “such a slut, wanting to go out and have sex,” he whispered his other hand moving between your legs.

“yeah and you are about to fuck your sister…” you scoffed. matt pressed down harder on your stomach. “shut the fuck up,” he continued, moving his hands to tug his boxers down. “i told you so many times, were half siblings,” he repeated as he always did. his thick member sprung out, your eyes were glued to his leaking tip.

“look at you drooling over your big brother's cock,” he teased, nudging your entrance with his tip. you squirmed, acting like you hated his every move, but your body was craving more.

“i’m going to breed this whore pussy,” he taunted, moving his hips as he entered you. you gasped at the sheer size of him, you never took anyone this big before. “fuck, fuck, matt…” you trailed off eyes squezzed shut as you tried to adjust to him. 

matt reached down and rubbed your clit loving the sounds that were coming from your mouth. “fuck baby, you're so tight,” he whispered. your body was on fire from his length alone, the way he fit so snug in your walls threw you over the edge. matt noticed the way your walls clenched around him, the way your thighs shook.

“go ahead slut, come on your brother’s cock,” he said with a snap of his hips. you didn't have time to register his words before you felt your release wash over you. then you came on his cock, as he roughly rubbed your clit. groans falling from his lips, hips stilling as he came deep inside of you. his come filling your aching hole, that’s when you heard the click of the front door closing.

your parents were home early, they couldn't see you like this. “shit…” you trailed off trying to sit up. matt smirked pushing you back down on the bed, hand firmly placed on your lower stomach.

“who said i was done with you?” 

@courta13 @alexisa78 @everythingaboutbags

[mattsbestios]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

STALKER READER 🩷

contains: stalking behavior, unhinged reader, toxic behavior/traits, threats, manipulation

esme talks: note that this is fiction, and fictional actions should not be acted on in a real life setting. this is purely for entertainment purposes, don't get any ideas.

stalker!reader is paired with naive!matt

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎: people always say is too much, he old boyfriends never appreciated how much she would do for them. matt never would call her too much, which is how she started to like him.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎: became friends with matt's girlfriend in order to get closer to him, and it worked. his girlfriend had doubts about her since they met, but she didn't want to seem rude. reader slowly maniuplates matt into not trusting her.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎: steals his clothes and little things from his room, that he won't notice. she thinks it makes her feel closer to him. she also has a hidden picture album on her phone of secret pictures she took of him.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎: is very protective of matt, doesn't want him hurt. she tries to hide the truth from him no matter what, she makes a fake account to stalk him. she is set on winning him over, and will do whatever it takes.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎: takes her time getting to know him, know his routine, his hobbies, intrests. she wants to make a calculated move but at the right time, so she doesn't scare him off.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎: shapes matt into her perfect boyfriend, makes him obident, and dependent on her only. in her mind she is doing what's best for him, even if that means she has to remove distractions from his life.

@courta13 @alexisa78 @everythingaboutbags

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

[mattsbestios]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

note: this is all fictional, if this is not your cup of tea please scroll. read the tags, and warnings. i do not control what you chose to consume.

THIS WORK INCLUDES PISS KINK, PISS KINK, WATER WORKS & PET PLAY!!

PUPPY READER 🦴

contains: pet play, reader calls matt daddy, slight degradation, piss kink, reader wets the bed, matt smears piss on her lips, rubs readers face in sheets, reader is called puppy/pup

or in which you need to pee very badly but matt has other plans

໒꒱: 600

You had to go. Really bad, you told Matt over and over again. “You should’ve thought about that before you drank all of that juice,” he murmured, his thumbs caressing your hips as you continued straddling his lap. It was early in the morning, and you had crawled out of bed and drank all of Matt’s apple juice, leaving you needing to pee so badly.

That is, before Matt found out and then dragged you onto his lap and back into bed. “Why’d you drink all my juice, pup?” he teases, watching you squirm in his lap. Your hands tug on the hem of his shirt, far too distracted by your full bladder. “I was thirsty,” you whimpered. Matt's hands moved from your hips and interlocked with yours, thumbs tracing the back of your hands.

“My dumb little puppy,” he teases, pressing soft kisses on those pouty lips. You knew Matt denied you times when you had to pee, something about seeing you so desperate had an effect on him.

“Daddy please…” you whined using the nickname you knew made him melt. Matt squeezed your hands, not hard enough to hurt. “Don't do that pup,” he takes hands moving back to your hips as he moves you against his boxers. His growing erection pressing right onto your panty covered cunt, his over sized shirt polling at your thighs.

“Gotta go,” you squealed, head nuzzling into the side of his neck. Matt groaned feeling your tongue lap at his skin. “Pup, stop it,” he said sternly bucking his hips causing you to fall back onto the bed. “Told you to stop,” he continued, hands trailing up your shirt. His knee spread your legs further, one hand tugging his boxers down.

“Mmph,” you whined squirming as his hands lifted his shirt off of you. His fingers traced your covered cunt, watching your hips buck trying to hold it in.

“Shh, pup,” he whispered slowly, dragging your panties down. His hand guided his cock through your puffy folds, watching you gasp. “Go ahead pup, piss on my cock,” he said, nudging your clit with his leaking tip. The feeling in your tummy was growing with the need to release yourself. “Come on puppy, see what happens,” he winked, spreading your folds with his fingers.

“Daddy please…” you pleaded, hands gripping his wrist. Matt shook his head, pressing down on your stomach with a smirk. “Now pup,” he grunted his other hand sliding through your folds. With a soft sigh you finally felt the band in your stomach snap.

“Good girl,” he whispered, leaning back on his knees as he watched you squirm, wetting the sheets beneath you. He crawled back up your body, pressing soft kisses on your mound, all the way up your stomach.

Till he finally reached your lips, with a grin his hand reached between you sliding his fingers through your wet folds. “Such a dirty girl,” he murmured, smearing your piss over your pouty lips. You whined, staring at him with your puppy dog eyes, he chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Now get up,” he demanded, lightly slapping your dripping cunt. You squealed getting off the bed and standing in front of him, as he cradled the back of your head.

Pushing your head down on the wet spot that now covered the sheets. “Bad puppy.” he growled before he let you lift your head kissing your forehead. You giggled running towards the bathroom.

Matt chuckled as he started to remove the sheets, so he could wash them and then clean you up in the bath.

@courta13 @alexisa78 @everythingaboutbags

[mattsbestios]

Your most recent fic has me wishing I could wake up in the middle of the night to Matt and Chris using me. Thank you for writing toe-curling smuts that make me cum so hard.

- ☕️

you and me both babe 😵‍💫 AND YOU ARE SO WELCOME HEHE

[mattsbestios]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

note: this is all fictional, i do not condone this irl! if this is not your cup of tea, please scroll. read the tags, and warnings. i do not control what you chose to consume.

YOUNGER SISTER READER 🐇

contains: 18+, step siblings, incest, age gap, dub con, somno, shy matt, free use mentions, originally from ao3 no lowercase, short n sweet :p

1, 2, 3

this is my only account if you see my work elsewhere it is stolen!

Chris stopped his movements, moving to the side as Matt hesitantly moved between your legs, his brain screaming at him to stop, but his body pleading with him to keep going. “She’s already soaked, her body needs release, Matt,” Chris whispered, gliding his fingers through your folds and collecting your wetness. Matt watched wide-eyed as Chris sucked his fingers clean, coating his tongue with your juices. Something shifted in the air.

Matt gained confidence with you for once in his life. He turned to look at your sleeping body, chest rising up and down in your slumber. “Show her how much you like her,” Chris encouraged, moving a strand of hair from your face. Matt nodded, settling between your legs, hand reaching out to touch your slick cunt. He had never done anything like this with you before; he wanted to wait for you to come to him.

That was, of course, before Chris decided to run everything and try to keep you away from him. This was his one chance to have you, and he wouldn’t pass it up any longer. Without a second thought, he leaned down face-to-face with your core. His tongue poked out from his lips, tasting you for the first time, and a deep groan slipped from his lips. You tasted like heaven to him, and he never wanted to stop. His tongue moved slowly at first, but soon enough, he couldn’t hold back any longer, eating you out like his life depended on it. His mind was fuzzy, only focused on the way you tasted, to even realize you were starting to wake up or how Chris was rubbing the tip of his cock across your lips. You gasped for air, feeling slickness between your legs.

Matt didn’t stop his fingers spreading your folds further apart as he started to thrust his tongue deep inside of you. “M-Matt?” you choked out before you could even process that Chris was slipping his cock past your parted lips. “Shh, you're our little slut now,” he murmured as he used your mouth. An hour passed, and you were left shaking your body, spent from the various ways they used you. You were sandwiched between them. Matt’s chin resting on your shoulder from behind, and Chris held you close to his chest. You hated to admit it, but you hoped that they would use you again. 

And they did. Whenever they wanted, Matt was usually nicer about the fact and gentler with you, whereas Chris just took what he wanted, no questions asked.

You never protested; you liked the contrast between them, the different ways they would use you for their pleasure. Matt loved eating you out, whenever and wherever. You would be watching TV, lying on the couch, and Matt would come and lie between your legs, sliding your panties down with ease as he started to lap at your folds. He could eat you out for days on end if you let him.

Chris, on the other hand, was far more spontaneous. He would slip into the shower with you and fuck you hard against the cold tile wall, until you were a shivering mess.

Some days they would take turns, or use you at the same time. Matt was always shy at first, but with a little encouragement he made you feel good. They were both so skilled, and always left you wanting more.

At the end of the day, they shared you without a care in the world, and you didn’t mind at all.

@courta13 @alexisa78

[mattsbestios]

can I be ☕️ anon?

yes you may, welcome 🫶

[mattsbestios]

Please do a younger sister reader part 4, I love your blog

xx

hii noonie! thx i am so grateful for all the support. part 4 is in the works babes

[mattsbestios]

I just wanted to say I love the way you write. Your fics are deliciously smutty, and I've gotten off to them more than once.

Oops who said that?...

thank you anon 🫶

dw i did not see a thing HAHAHA

[mattsbestios]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

note: this is all fictional, i do not condone this irl! if this is not your cup of tea, please scroll. read the tags, and warnings. i do not control what you chose to consume.

YOUNGER SISTER READER 🐇

warnings: step siblings, incest, age gap, power imbalance, dub con, somno, rough chris, originally from ao3 no lowercase

1, 2

if you see this on any other account it was not me. that work is stolen check my post here

໒꒱: 1090

You lay limp on your bed, your brother’s release seeping from your gaping hole. Chris had used you, and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. Your legs trembled slightly as he slowly entered you again, smirking down at you. “What’s the matter?” he asked as if he didn’t completely ruin you, his thumb moving to move a loose strand of hair from your face.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it, your pussy is begging me for another round.” he grins, fingers pinching your nipple before he moves inside you once more. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, his words were spurring you on hole clenching around him instantly. “Chris…” You tried speaking but were quickly cut off as his hand flew over your mouth.

“Shut up, sluts don’t talk. Plus, this pussy is telling me all I need to know,” he continued, thrusting into you, teasing you at first, giving you that sweet pleasure you craved before he started his hard, deep thrusts again. You didn’t deny the fact that you were moaning, messy, and bucking your hips towards him, but this pleasure wasn’t something you craved. At least not like this. All you could do was take his cock along your gummy walls, spasming around his member as you came for the second time.

“Bitch,” he growled, slapping your face, leaving a red handprint across your skin. The action shocked you, but did you like it? You weren’t sure if you had ever been slapped before during sex or even had sex. Chris was taking your virginity, and you could barely register that he was.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer to you, the fucked out expression on your face being the only thing he could keep his eyes on. “Fuck…” he muttered, his thrusts slowly as he once again filled you to the brim with his release. A few minutes passed, and Chris roughly pushed you onto the bed. The moment of pleasure suddenly gone, he was satisfied, and that’s all that mattered to him. “And don’t you dare go near Matt after today,” he growled, his hand wrapping tightly around your throat before he released you. Shoving you onto the bed, you gasped body shivering with aftershocks.

Chris slammed the door shut and left the room. You hugged your pillow close to you, feeling his release seep from between your legs. Slowly brushing a finger through your swollen folds and collecting his release, before bringing your finger to your lips and licking it clean.

The pit in your stomach grew, and the feeling of Chris’s hands on your body lingered just right.

Then there was a knock on the door. “Sweetheart, can I come in?” It was Matt’s voice. He sounded like he was pleading. He slowly walked into your room, seeing you curled up on your bed. “Hi princess,” he cooed softly, sitting beside you and kissing the top of your head. You weren’t sure if you knew what happened. That you slept with Chris, or how rough he was with you. But he held you for the rest of the night.

Matt gently cleaned between your legs with a damp rag. You had already fallen asleep, but he knew you needed aftercare. He was gentle and tried not to disturb your sleep. Taking his time to clean between every little crevice and kiss your inner thighs. He slipped off your clothes and replaced them with your nightgown. You were fast asleep, a deep sleeper, and were unaware of his actions. Matt lay back down beside you and pulled you into his arms, slowly falling asleep.

Despite his trying to go to sleep and stay asleep, his cock had other plans. Matt couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard he tried; his pants kept getting tighter. “Shit…” he muttered, trying to subtly adjust himself without moving too much. You moved in your sleep, leg draping over his thigh and moving closer.

“Fuck…” he whispered, trying to move your leg away from him before he lost all control. You didn’t budge. His eyes traveled down to your nightgown that was riding up, giving him the perfect view of your round ass. With a shaking hand, he reached out and slowly pulled your nightgown back down, trying to control himself. His head snapped towards the door, hearing it creak slightly, then there were footsteps. “Matt…” a voice whispered, breath fanning over his ear. It was Chris. Matt shifted turing on the night lamp by your bed.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, seeing Chris looking down at him with his arms crossed. “I should be asking you that, pervert,” Chris grinned, his hand moving out to reach for you.

“Don’t touch her.” Matt snarled, pushing his hand away. You whined, moving once again the nightgown riding up even more, Matt could feel your bare pussy on his thigh. “You're so pathetic,” Chris muttered again, reaching down and caressing your ass. Matt gasped, watching him, his mouth agape as he watched Chris touch his lower.

“She’s tolerable when she’s not talking,” he chuckles, moving onto the bed and flipping you onto your back. Matt panicked, watching as Chris spread your legs with ease. “Chris, you’re going to wake her up,” he whispered, moving hair from your face. Chris rolled his eyes. “Do you see how deep she sleeps? She could sleep through a fucking tornado.” Matt gulps, his hand reaching for your nightgown to pull it down. “We should wait till morning,” he suggests, causing Chris to groan.

“She doesn’t like you, you know that, right?” Chris remarks, pulling your nightgown up to your bare tits. “Damn…” he mutters, rubbing your hardening buds with his thumbs. He glances over to Matt, who is shyly looking away.

“S-She does…” Matt mutters, trying to convince himself more. Chris chuckles, lips enclosing around your nipple and suckling slightly. Matt swallows again, his eyes darting to the scene of Chris worshipping your breasts. He couldn’t deny that seeing you like that made him want you even more.

“Just calm down,” Chris whispers, moving to the other nipple and nipping your skin slightly. Matt paid his attention fully to you know, the little whimpers leaving your lips despite being fast asleep. His pants felt tighter than before, rocking his hips gently against your pillow as he watched Chris spread your lips further. His fingers slide into your walls with ease.

“C-Can I try?” Matt finds himself asking, causing Chris to look up with a wicked grin.

@courta13 @alexisa78

[mattsbestios]

here is the original

you took parts from my other part as well

@chrattsbrat

* YOU BELONG WITH ME

summary: stepbrother Chris wants you all to himself and when you disobey his rules you deal with the consequences

warnings: rough dom, raw, spitting, degrading kink?, jealousy.

“Hi Matt,” “Hey, princess,” matt cooed, sitting next to you and bringing your legs across his lap. You smiled up at him, sitting your book on your lap.. “What are you reading?” he asked, tracing small circles on your skin with his thumb. You two talked for awhile about anything and everything, there was a lot to catch up on since your other step brother Chris had been hogging all your attention lately.

Chris barged into the living room, his heavy footsteps echoing through the house. His gaze landed on you two cuddled up on the couch, his eyes narrowing at you both. “What the fuck are you doing?” he questioned storming up to you and yank your legs off of Matt’s lap, Chris always got jealous an over protective of you it made you confused. “Dude, chill out.” Matt tried moving your legs back to the rightful place on his lap. Chris’s jaw clenched. He was pissed.

“Go upstairs,” he said, his voice low, leaving no room for argument as he glared at you. Matt scoffed, eyeing his brother, who looked like he was going to snap at any minute. “You don’t tell her what to do,” he said, grabbing your hand and holding a protective arm on you. You were caught in the middle of a giant fuse that could explode at any minute now. “Chris I-” you started before being interrupted by him gripping your chin, causing your lips to pucker slightly. “Go upstairs to your room, wait for me” he grunted roughly.

You slowly got up despite the look Matt gave you, you knew if you didn't listen it would be worse. Truth is Chris held power of you, you weren't sure how it happened but now you had to do everything and anything he told you.

You sat on your bed, fidgeting with your fingers. There was shouting downstairs, you felt horrible knowing that Chris was mad. Hopefully, he didn't show everyone your pictures. Suddenly, your door slammed open to reveal a panting Chris, his jaw clenched in anger. "Get undressed," he ordered stepping closer into the room, kicking the door closed with his foot. You stood up slowly hands shaking watching him step closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies. "I said get undressed!" he shouted grabbing your wrist roughly. You whimpered stumbling backwards as your legs hit the back of your bed.

"C-Chris" you whisper back falling onto the bed as he hovered over you. "Shut up," he replied his hands moving to grope your body through your clothes. The sound of your heart hammering against, your chest echoed in your ears. Heat creeped onto your face, eyes glossy and cheeks warm. Chris continued his movements finger tips gliding across the fabric of your clothes, before he roughly ripped the fabric off your body. Great that was your favorite shirt. "Told you to stay away from him didn't I?" he murmured tossing the ripped shirt aside. You shook your head body still squirmy from his rough actions.

"Why didn't you listen to me, baby?" he asked his breath fanning over your ear, turning his face to press kisses on your skin. His lips touched your neck, each kiss sending a shiver down your spine. There was another part of the blackmail that he held against you: stay away from Matt. At first, you listened, of course, just wanting to make Chris happy and also not tell anyone what he saw. But it wasn’t your fault, plus you didn’t know he would come home mad. His hands made their way to the back of your bra unclapsing it and tossing it aside, he wasted no time his lips attaching your peaks as he sucked roughly. “Chris…I” you couldn’t help but moan, it felt so good, you never thought that having his mouth on your body would feel so good. Your body was shaking, you weren’t sure if it was from the pleasure or the fear of what he would do to you now that he had his hands on you.

“God, you’re such a slut” he grunted griding his growing erection agaisnt your covered core. “Bet, you’re already soaked,” he chuckled his hand reaching down and pulling your skirt up seeing your lace covered cunt. The sound of the material ripping filled the room, making you gasp as the cold air hit your soaked core. Chris whistled under his breath before spitting on you, watching his spit leak down your slit. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the motion, he was spiting on your aching hole.

The inner turmoil in your stomach felt weird, this whole situation felt weird, but somehow your body kept responding to his touch. And you couldn’t deny how much you craved to have him inside you at that very moment.

Chris slid his cock through your messy folds once again, continuing with his torturous teasing and watching you squirm from under him. You were right where he wanted you, hands clutching the bed sheets as he teased your pulsing hole. And you were soaked. “Stay still,” he demands, roughly gripping your hip with his free hand as he slowly begins to slide his tip inside of you. The feeling for your walls increasing him was all too much for his perverted mind, he couldn’t hold back, he needed to have you, all of you. “Chris…” you moan, feeling him roughly thrust into you in one motion, his cock brushing your walls.

“Shut up,” he growled both hands now on your hips as he continued to use you for his own pleasure. Your hands were scrambling, his thick length was nestled deep inside of you and it was starting to become too much. “I, please…” you stuttered out too overwhelmed to finish your sentence watching as he lifted your legs over his shoulders allowing him to go even deeper inside of you. You never realized just how much he had a desire to claim you, all the touches, the watching. He craved you, wanted you. sure he always hated how you hung out with Matt all the time, without even giving him the time of day. But now? Now you were his, and he would do anything to make it stay that way. Your nails dug into his skin, marking him in your own special way. “Chris…” you tried again just for him to grunt and cover your mouth with his calloused hand. He couldn't hear your voice, that sweet voice while he was deep inside you. He would've come undone in an instant. “Just shut up,” he murmured, his thrusts getting sloppier just like his self control. He couldn't finish inside you, that would be wrong.

But he also couldn't stop, your cunt was practically swallowing him whole. “God, stop clenching so hard…” he stuttered, getting muffled noises in return.

Downstairs Matt paced the room, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Fuck, what are they doing?” he whispered to himself. He knew he should've just pushed Chris aside, and told him to fuck off, but he didn't not when he saw you following him upstairs like a lost puppy. He should've known Chris was trying something with you, he always did. Subtly using the fact that you were naive, to get his way with you. And you would just follow along because you thought Chris just wanted to bond with you, but he always wanted more.

Your legs trembled feeling Chris hit that spot inside of you repeatedly. He was beyond lost in the pleasure, if he came inside you that would just be too bad, is what he told himself. His hand slipped from your mouth for a split second causing you to let out the faintest whimper.

“Fuck!,” he screamed loud enough for it to echo through the house. With one swift motion he came inside you, his cock swelling and filling you with his sweet release

tags: @mattswrinkleton @sturnboos @whore4-chrissturniolo @ivysturnss @courta13 @realqueenofpepsi

[mattsbestios]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

note: this is all fictional, if this is not your cup of tea please scroll. read the tags, and warnings. i do not control what you chose to consume.

MY BOYFRIEND HAS A PUSSY?

contains: strap on, sex talk, pet names, shy matt, mentioned scars from top surgery (subtle)

part one

or you fuck your boyfriends pussy for the first time :p

໒꒱: 434

matt was nervous, seeing you spread his legs wider and the way your fingers found his core. it made him shiver, with need for you. “do you want me to fuck you?” you asked fingers collecting his wetness and bringing them to his lips, watching as he eagerly sucked your digits clean.

truthfully he never had sex before, all the girls he dated he knew had been with them like that. they never questioned him as he just stuck to pleasing them or meeting their needs, but with you e felt like he could be himself. sure he was embarrassed that he had a pussy and couldn’t dick you down, with a real cock anyway, but the thought of you thrusting into him left him soaked. you could tell, the way his hole was clenching around nothing.

“your pussy might be prettier than mine,” you whispered, teasing his entrance with the strap-on. matt let out a needy whine, hands gripping the sheets as you slowly thrusted inside of him, he never felt aything like it before. never had anyone inside of him, he always felt too ashamed.

“you never have to hide things from me” you spoke, reaching down to rub his clit slowly. matt just nodded sweet moans slipping from his lips, he can’t believe he ever thought that you would be disgusted by him. he was still your boyfriend, your sweet loving boyfriend. you noticed his hole clenching around you as you continued to fuck him slowly hands tracing up his hoodie. matt shifted pulling his hoodie down more, his facial expression told you everything you needed to know.

he was insecure about something else. “it’s okay, you can keep it on” you whisper pulling his hoodie back down. he felt a strange sense of sadness that you didn’t get to see his full body. matt sat up a little pulling his hoodie over his head, bearing his bare chest to you. your fingers traced over the faint scars underneath his pecs.

“this is what you were hiding?” you ask, leaning down to press a kiss on both of them. you sped up your speed fucking into him deeper, mouth all over his chest, stomach, collarbones, you loved him. every inch of him.

the strap contiued to hit that sweet spot inside of him, you could see the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “there you go, come all over this cock” you coo moving his sweat-damped hair from his face. and with in an instant your boyfriend came all over your pretty strapon, coating it in his release.

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[mattsbestios]

can i be 🫐 anon?? <3

it's all yours bby!

[mattsbestios]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

note: this is all fictional, if this is not your cup of tea please scroll. read the tags, and warnings. i do not control what you chose to consume.

MY BOYFRIEND HAS A PUSSY?

contains: mentions of reader being suspicious, anal fingering, period, blood, strap on, part 2?

or you discover that your boyfriend has been hiding the fact that he has a vagina from you

໒꒱: 995

you recently saw an ad for a strap-on, of course, and at first you thought nothing of it. matt, however, kept finding ways to bring it up, and you found it strange that he kept mentioning it. you have both been dating for a couple of months, but you have never had sex yet.

the relationship didn’t depend on sex, and you didn’t mind matt telling you he wasn’t ready. you would never push anything onto him; he was too sweet to do that.

but you did start to notice some weird things, like how you had never seen him with a boner before. it could easily be that he always took care of it before you noticed, but there were other things that didn’t add up. like how you found pad wrappers in the trash sometimes, even though you hardly ever used pads while on your cycle. at first you shrugged it off thinking maybe you wore one to bed and forgot but then things started to get even more suspicious, matt’s underwear. he had asked you to wash a load of his laundry because he had been busy. you were shocked to see a small dried spot of blood in his boxers. your first instinct was that he was hurt somehow.

“matt?” you questioned, peaking your head into the shared room where he sat on the bed. he looked up , smiling and gesturing you towards the bed, you held his underwear in your hand, stepping closer and holding them out to him. “did you cut yourself while shaving?,” you asked. the color drained from his face, he snatched the boxers from your hand. “yeah, uhh, it’s fine though,” he muttered, tossing the underwear into the hamper. you thought it was strange, but things happen, so you didn’t push the topic anymore.

a few days later matt had been in the shower, while you were cleaning up the apartment. he shouted your name, asking to grab him a towel since he had forgot. you grabbed the towel, quietly opening the bathroom door to give him the towel. “here,” you said handing him the towel over the glass door of the shower. you stepped back a little when he turned, and you swore you didn’t see his member.

“thanks,” he muttered, hurriedly shutting the water off and wrapping the towel around himself before stepping out. you didn’t know what to think, the glass door was too foggy, and he had turned around, leaving his backside to your eyes. you shrugged it off thinking maybe you were seeing things, there was no way your boyfriend had a vagina. and if he did, he would tell you, right?

you continued with your day, matt helped you prepare dinner and you both ate. afterwards you decided to take a shower, you had been cleaning all day and were pretty sweaty. the hot water ran down your body, you felt relaxed until you heard the faintest moan from your bed. the bathroom was conncted to you and matt’s room which meant you could practically hear everything. you shook your head thinking maybe you were hearing things, going back to lathering your body with body wash. then it happened again, a little louder and needier this time.

you could swear it was matt, who else could it be? you quickly rinsed off deciding to check on him, maybe he was just jerking off. matt didn’t notice the sound of the water shutting off or the click of the bathroom door opening, his hand was too busy under the blanket.

you stood there outside of the bathroom door clutching the towel to your damp body as you watched him. the blanket was covering his lower half, but you got the perfect view of his bare chest, heaving as his hand moved under the blanket. the weird thing was it wasn’t moving up and down like you would think, in fact it seemed his hand didn’t move at all from between his legs.

maybe he wasn’t pleasuring his cock? you asummed he was fingering his ass or maybe massaging his balls, you made your way towards the bed slowly. not wanting to startle him as you slowly moved to hover over him, hand creeping to the edge of the blanket.

he didn’t even notice you or how you yanked the blanket back, revealing something you were so suspicious of. matt’s eyes shot open, his mouth agape and his hands moving to cover himself before you could react. “i didn’t see you,” he whispered trying to pull the blanket back over himself. you were stunned, unable to speak, you blinked a few times before slowly moving your hands away from him. your brain tried to piece together the things you were seeing, eyes darting between his fluttered face and the pretty sight between his legs.

“matt…” you trailed off spreading his legs slowly your eyes glued to your boyfriends pussy, lips glistening under the bedroom light. scared was an understatement, matt was petrified. that you would get mad, because he never told you, or even worse leave him.

“it’s not what it looks like,” he tried biting his bottom lip in embarrassment. you chuckled shaking your head as your hand reached out slowly fingers spreading his pale lips revealing his swollen bud.

“it looks like you have a pussy…” you whispered, fingers collecting his wetness, causing him to whimper. “i-i was born with it,” he spits out squirming under you. you shook your head, mesmerized by the sight in front of you. you couldn’t believe he was hiding this the whole time. and for him to think you would be disgusted or leave him? if anything, it turned you on even more.

and now there was nothing else you could expect fuck your boyfriends pretty pussy.

you were glad you actually decided to order that strap-on you had seen plenty of ads for. you just didn’t know it how handy it would become.

@courta13 @alexisa78

[mattsbestios]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

note: it is important to know the difference between ddlg and age regression. they are not the same, ddlg is a form of roleplay between two consenting adults, where they engage in scenarios involving age differences. this is also seen as a form of age play, and can have sexual undertones for some people. whereas age regression is usually used as a coping mechanism,where someone shifts to a headspace of someone younger. also with the behaviors and mannerisms of someone younger. as stated before it is important to note that these two concepts are not the same!!

LAMB READER 🐑

warnings: ddlg, age play, please read warnings, might make agere in future

𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑! 𝐖𝐇𝐎: matt calls "lottie", she's playful and curious just like a little lamb. she can be shy and sometimes timid, hiding behind matt when she meets new people.

𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑! 𝐖𝐇𝐎: is very possessive but in a cute way, will always be clinging to matt. holding his hand, nuzzling into his side. will get overly excited and happy, and declare he is hers over and over again. (matt loves it though)

𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑! 𝐖𝐇𝐎: loves her little lamb stuffed animal, she will carry it everywhere. her name is lambie. lottie will sometimes call her lam lam. demands matt to give her a good night kiss and he can't forget lambie.

𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑! 𝐖𝐇𝐎: matt helps her with almost everything, she's having trouble tying her shoes? matt's on it, lost her paci? matt's finding it. frustrated with brushing her hair?, matt's sitting her on his lap and brushing through the tangles.

𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑! 𝐖𝐇𝐎: colors and draws pictures all the time, and of course matt's hanging them on the fridge. she's always spilling her crayons everywhere, sometimes matt accidentally steps on them and she makes him put a bandaid on the crayon.

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𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

[mattsbestios]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

note: this is all fictional, i do not condone this irl! if this is not your cup of tea, please scroll. read the tags, and warnings. i do not control what you chose to consume.

YOUNGER SISTER READER 🐇

warnings: step siblings, incest, age gap, somno, reader wakes up, oral (f), pet names, praise, soft dom matt, fingering, slight dubcon, questionable circumstances

does not follow with my other parts

໒꒱: 774

read disclaimer at the end

You were laying in bed sound asleep, your chest rising and falling in your slumber. Matt knew he shouldn't have been watching you, his own sister sleeping like some kind of sick pervert.

But you just looked so peaceful, your soft snores filling the room, the way your hair spread out onto the satin pillow. He couldn't help but think you looked so pretty, in your silk pajamas.  You looked so tempting, the shorts practically were riding up your ass, and god that top. Your boobs were spilling out the top, he couldn't deny the sight made his dick twitch.

 His brain shouted at him to stay put in place, just watch, maybe jerk off to you for a few minutes. But the devil on his shoulder whispered other things.

"One touch won't hurt." every whisper making it harder to hold himself back.

"She would never know."

The outline in his boxers became more prominent within the seconds. "Fuck," he murmured palming himself through the fabric. All of a sudden you shifted in your sleep, a soft whine slipping from your lips. Matt groaned his eyes rolling back at the sound and the sight of you sprawled out on your back. Your tank twisted to the side, giving him the perfect view of your hardening nipples.

His legs had a mind of their own as he slowly step closer careful not to wake you. You were still asleep chest rising and falling, having no idea he was making his way onto your bed. "So pretty," he whispered tracing his finger tip over your exposed nipple. Keeping his touch light as not to disturb you, he just couldn't help himself. Truth was Matt always liked you, always thought you were pretty.

But the circumstances was what made him have second thoughts, you were his sister after all. Why would he even have such thoughts? You never noticed his lingering stares or how he would cater to you, getting you things when you asked, or helping with anything you might've needed. Which was you never expected to wake up and find his face inches away from your pussy, his tongue halfway past his parted lips.

"Matt?" you questioned rubbing your eyes, your brain trying to piece together the image of him between your legs. He leaned closer, his tounge flicking out to taste your wetness, moaning at the sensation of you on his tounge. "Please angel, just be quiet for me?" he pleaded looking up at you through the dark room. You reached over to your bed side table and pulled the string to your lamp, the soft glow illuminating his features.

"What are you doing?" you asked body still slack against your mattress, arm falling back to your side. He gave you a half smile before flicking his tounge over your clit, causing you to whine. Sure this wasn't the thing that you thought would wake you up from your sleep, but you were too tired to protest. Your head turned as you nestled against your pillow, eyes threatening to close once again. "That's it sweet girl, let me take care of you" he whispered enclosing his lips around your clit and sucking gently. His movements were gentle and sweet, never wanting to rush you despite the situation.

You soon fell back into your much needed sleep, the lamp creating a soft glow on your face. Matt couldn't help but continue his tounge licking through your folds, tasting every inch of you. His fingers teased your hole watching, you jolt in your sleep before placing a small kiss on your inner thigh.

"Look at this pussy, all pretty, all for me" he continued talking to himself more than you. He slowly pushed his tounge inside of you, brushing against your walls. You stirred again, sleepy murmurs falling from your lips before you stilled again. "Shh, baby go back to sleep" Matt cooed pulling back to finally slide his finger into your aching hole. He watched as your face twisted in pleasure in your sleep, soft whimpers leaving your mouth. God you looked so good, taking his fingers so well. Your juices leaking onto his fingers and wetting the sheets beneath you.

"Such a pretty girl," his voice barely above a whisper as he attached his mouth to you once more. Jucies spilling into his mouth, his tounge working to get every last drop. Matt's hips rolled onto the mattress, his body craving more, than just tasting you.

He knew he should've held back, knowing you were still sleeping. But that didn't stop him from sliding his leaky cock over your soaked panties. 

i will not be following back ageless blogs or blank blogs. blank blogs will start getting blocked, please have your age stated somewhere in your profile to interact with this account.

@courta13 @alexisa78

[mattsbestios]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

note: this is all fictional, i do not condone this irl! if this is not your cup of tea, please scroll. read the tags, and warnings. i do not control what you chose to consume.

YOUNGER SISTER READER 🐇

warnings: step siblings, incest, age gap, power imbalance, more to be added, originally from my ao3 so there's no lowercase, slight dubcon

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໒꒱: 1030

You sat on your bed, fidgeting with your fingers. There was shouting downstairs, you felt horrible knowing that Chris was mad. Hopefully, he didn't show everyone your pictures. Suddenly, your door slammed open to reveal a panting Chris, his jaw clenched in anger. "Get undressed," he ordered stepping closer into the room, kicking the door closed with his foot. You stood up slowly hands shaking watching him step closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies. "I said get undressed!" he shouted grabbing your wrist roughly. You whimpered stumbling backwards as your legs hit the back of your bed.

"C-Chris" you whisper back falling onto the bed as he hovered over you. "Shut up," he replied his hands moving to grope your body through your clothes. The sound of your heart hammering against, your chest echoed in your ears. Heat creeped onto your face, eyes glossy and cheeks warm. Chris continued his movements finger tips gliding across the fabric of your clothes, before he roughly ripped the fabric off your body. Great that was your favorite shirt. "Told you to stay away from him didn't I?" he murmured tossing the ripped shirt aside. You shook your head body still squirmy from his rough actions.

"Why didn't you listen to me, baby?" he asked his breath fanning over your ear, turning his face to press kisses on your skin. His lips touched your neck, each kiss sending a shiver down your spine. There was another part of the blackmail that he held against you: stay away from Matt. At first, you listened, of course, just wanting to make Chris happy and also not tell anyone what he saw. But it wasn’t your fault, plus you didn’t know he would come home mad. His hands made their way to the back of your bra unclapsing it and tossing it aside, he wasted no time his lips attaching your peaks as he sucked roughly. “Chris…I” you couldn’t help but moan, it felt so good, you never thought that having his mouth on your body would feel so good. Your body was shaking, you weren’t sure if it was from the pleasure or the fear of what he would do to you now that he had his hands on you.

“God, you’re such a slut” he grunted griding his growing erection agaisnt your covered core. “Bet, you’re already soaked,” he chuckled his hand reaching down and pulling your skirt up seeing your lace covered cunt. The sound of the material ripping filled the room, making you gasp as the cold air hit your soaked core. Chris whistled under his breath before spitting on you, watching his spit leak down your slit. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the motion, he was spiting on your aching hole.

The inner turmoil in your stomach felt weird, this whole situation felt weird, but somehow your body kept responding to his touch. And you couldn’t deny how much you craved to have him inside you at that very moment.

Chris slid his cock through your messy folds once again, continuing with his torturous teasing and watching you squirm from under him. You were right where he wanted you, hands clutching the bed sheets as he teased your pulsing hole. And you were soaked. “Stay still,” he demands, roughly gripping your hip with his free hand as he slowly begins to slide his tip inside of you. The feeling for your walls increasing him was all too much for his perverted mind, he couldn’t hold back, he needed to have you, all of you. “Chris…” you squealed, feeling him roughly thrust into you in one motion, his cock brushing your walls.

“Shut up,” he growled both hands now on your hips as he continued to use you for his own pleasure. Your hands were scrambling, his thick length was nestled deep inside of you and it was starting to become too much. “I, please…” you stuttered out too overwhelmed to finish your sentence watching as he lifted your legs over his shoulders allowing him to go even deeper inside of you. You never realized just how much he had a desire to claim you, all the touches, the watching. He craved you, wanted you.

Even before the blackmail, sure he always hated how you hung out with Matt all the time, without even giving him the time of day. But now? Now you were his, and he would do anything to make it stay that way. Your nails dug into his skin, marking him in your own special way. “Chris…” you tried again just for him to grunt and cover your mouth with his calloused hand. He couldn't hear your voice, that sweet voice while he was deep inside you. He would've come undone in an instant. “Just shut up,” he murmured, his thrusts getting sloppier just like his self control. He couldn't finish inside you, that would be wrong.

But he also couldn't stop, your cunt was practically swallowing him whole. “God, stop clenching so hard…” he stuttered, getting muffled noises in return.

Downstairs Matt paced the room, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Fuck, what are they doing?” he whispered to himself. He knew he should've just pushed Chris aside, and told him to fuck off, but he didn't not when he saw you following him upstairs like a lost puppy. He should've known Chris was trying something with you, he always did. Subtly using the fact that you were naive, to get his way with you. And you would just follow along because you thought Chris just wanted to bond with you, but he always wanted more.

Your legs trembled feeling Chris hit that spot inside of you repeatedly. He was beyond lost in the pleasure, if he came inside you that would just be too bad, is what he told himself. His hand slipped from your mouth for a split second causing you to let out the faintest whimper.

“Fuck!,” he screamed loud enough for it to echo through the house. With one swift motion he came inside you, his cock swelling and filling you with his sweet release.