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automaticllamacycle · 11 months

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Hi lovely, I ADORE your coffee shop au Matty and can’t wait for the next part and I have a couple of concepts for it that I would love to see your take on!! So the first one is Matty being a boob guy in general lol. And the second one is Matty guiding you as you ride him for the first time because you’ve never done it before xoxox

Omg this concept really does give me brain rot, and I wasn’t planning on having riding be in part two so it works out perfect for a concept. I hope you enjoy this <3 I incorporated both! This is also absolutely filthy (also this is my very first concept ily) this was way more words than i was expecting i got carried away with this concept.

Content: 18+, general filth, praise kink, unprotected sex

word count: 1706

You find yourself sitting on Matty’s lap in the middle of your bed. His mouth is on yours, tongue prodding at your lower lip. You let him in, licking into his mouth. Your hands are at the base of his neck, nails scratching at his scalp and tugging on the brown locks. He’s hard underneath you as his hand runs up your back under your t-shirt. Well, his t-shirt, really. The calluses on his fingers send a chill up your spine, your back arching into his touch. Skillfully, he unlatches your bra clasp before pulling your shirt over your head. He stares for a moment, a boyish grin on his face. His lips are red and bitten raw, eyes blown wide as he stares at your breasts.

Out of instinct, your hands go to cover your face. “Matty, can you not? You’re making me nervous.” He always has that effect on you. It felt like he could see straight through you, all the way to the bone. Like you couldn’t hide anything from him, even if you wanted to.

He moves slowly, taking your wrist into his hands, and kissing your palms before placing your hands at your sides. “Can’t help it, darling. Fucking love these tits. I’ll prove it to you.” His lips attach to the skin of your chest, sucking lightly. His other hand goes up to your other breast, completely engulfing it in his grasp, squeezing gently. Your head falls backwards as small gasps leave your mouth. Soon, his gentle lips are replaced by his teeth, tentatively grazing the soft skin, making you jolt. A deep chuckle leaves his throat at your reaction. He loves getting those reactions out of you.

Matty doesn’t let his mouth linger in the same place for long, moving to your other tit. This time paying special attention to your nipple. He takes the bud into his mouth, switching between using his tongue and teeth. “Fucking hell,” you gasp with your hands back in his hair. He is unrelenting, desperate to see your chest marked up. Tongue swirling around the bud before sucking.

When he finally detaches himself, he simply stares at his work while he holds your waist. Eyes carefully examining the red marks all over your chest. “There we go. That’s perfect,” he grins, looking up to meet your eyes. You flush under his gaze, cheeks tinged with pink. Your hands make their way under his shirt. His lower stomach is tense, breathing hard from your touch. Matty gets the message though, leaning forward to pull his shirt off before pulling your lips back to his mouth. He moves with fervor, mouth hot against you. He groans into your open mouth as you grind down onto him. It’s becoming too much for him, and you know it by the look on his face when he breaks the kiss, leaning against your forehead.

“You look so pretty on top of me like this.” His voice is shot, rough and deep as he talks. “I want you to ride me. You up for that?” You’ve been with him a few times now, but never on top. You worry you won’t do it right, that it won’t be good enough for him.

“I don’t know…” you trail off, unsure of yourself.

He’s quick to try and quiet your worries. “I’ll guide you every step of the way. You’ll do great, always so good for me,” he pauses briefly to kiss you. A simple sweet kiss to comfort you. “Is that okay?”

“Alright.” Both your clothes and his are taken off with haste, thrown to the bedroom floor. You sit on his lower stomach, waiting for his guidance. He decides to tease you first, though. “Can feel how wet you are for me, practically dripping.” Your breath hitches at his words, but you retaliate quicky, reaching behind you to stroke his cock. You know what he likes, moving your hand just right to get him moaning and gripping at your waist. “Fuck— love. I need to be inside you.” His hands on your hips lift you off his stomach while you line up his cock with your entrance, bracing yourself on your knees on either side of his waist. “Whenever you’re ready, go as slow as you need to, baby.”

A whine leaves your lips as sink down onto him. “Shit, Matty.” He’s just as affected, fingers digging into your waist as he curses. Bruises would be left in their wake for you to find tomorrow. A reminder of how his hands felt on your body for the next few days. Of how eager and needy he was with every touch, never quite close enough to your skin.

When you finally bottom out, he’s deeper than he ever has been, filling you up in every way possible. He waits patiently as you adjust, taking the time to nip delicately at your neck. Rough hands soothing up and down your sides, making you melt into him. You look at him, he could tell you didn’t know what to do next. “Move when you want to. Whatever makes you feel good will make me feel good.” His hands push your hips forward, showing you what to do. “Move your hips like you’ve been doing all night.”

You start grinding, pushing him even deeper into you. The pleasure is instant as his cock presses into that spot inside, sending heat to your stomach. “Yeah, yeah. Just like that,” he encourages seeing the ecstasy on your face. His hands at your hips move along with you, signaling for you to go faster. Your confidence grows, and the speed of your hips increases, chasing that feeling slowly building inside of you.

If you didn’t think Matty could hold you tighter, you were wrong. Groans leave his lips continuously. His brown eyes go back and forth between your tits, the spot where you both connect, and your face. He’s not sure what he would rather stare at, burning the image of you into his mind.

You take him by surprise when you rise on your knees, before grinding back down onto him, starting a slow pace. “How’s that?” you ask, struggling to get the words out. Head already fuzzy. “Is this good?”

“Fuck—yes that’s good. Always so fucking good around my cock.” He’s lost in the feeling of you, cursing every time you pulse around him. Your hands grip his shoulders, aiding you as you speed up your thrusts. His hands stop guiding your movements, letting you fuck him all on your own.

The feeling you chase is getting closer. Heat builds up in your stomach and runs through your veins. The heat burns all the way to your fingertips, setting you ablaze. Every moan that leaves his mouth emboldens you, as your hips begin to bounce onto him, desperate for that high. “Look at you, taking me so well,” he begins babbling on, words barely coming to him. “Such a good girl for me. So fucking beautiful on my cock like this.” It was taking all of his strength not to come in you right there. Tits bouncing up and down right in front of his face, driving him crazy.

You cry out a choked sound, leaning into his neck and wrapping your arms around him. Your thrusts are growing sloppy, tired and exhausted. All you can do is beg. “Matty, please,” you plead in his ear. Your nails scratching down his back. He’ll have his own set of marks to remember you by for the next few days.

“Want my help, darling?” he asks with a groan. You nod vigorously in the crook of his neck.

“Please. Need to come so bad, please.” The sensations are becoming too much. His skin raw against you.

“Alright, baby,” Matty replies before his hips begin to pound into you at a brutal pace. He wastes no time to get you to your high. One of his hands leaves your waist, splaying across your lower stomach before pressing down, hard. You whimper into his neck at the pressure. “Feel that?” you nod again at his question, not trusting the strength of your own voice. You’re not sure you could find the words if you tried, completely drowning in the feeling of him. Everything else is hazy. All that exists right now is Matty.

You are right there, and Matty knows it by the way your pulse around him. He takes his thumb and moves it down to rub fast circles on your clit. Complete and totally pleasure shocks your system. “Matty, fuck—I’m about to come—”

“Look at me,” his voice interjects. You do as he says. Anything to please him. Barely fighting off the orgasm you’re rapidly approaching. His warm brown eyes bare into you, wide and overcome with adoration for you. Your body is perfect for him, reacting to his every touch. No one he’s ever had can compare. His thumb goes faster while his eyes remain locked to yours. “Go on, come all over me,” he pants, nearing his own completion.

You fall apart on his cock, losing yourself on his body. His movements split you apart yet put you back together again all in an instant. The pleasure overwhelms you. Your vision fades black as you melt into him, shockwaves pulsing through your muscles. His thrusts continue at a rapid pace as he reaches his climax. He lets out a loud groan as he spills inside of you, holding you tight to his body. He pants, gasping for air as he holds you, kissing your forehead gently while rubbing your back.

“Did so well for me,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss. You two lay like that for a while. You, on top of his chest, not ready to be apart from him again.

“I don’t wanna move. Too tired,” you say, head resting on him. He chuckles at your words. A huge smile on his face at the fact you’re all his.

“Gotta get you cleaned up and then we can go to bed, okay?”

“Only if you carry me to the bathroom. Don’t think I could walk if I tried anyway,” you mumble.

“Alright, sweetheart. I can do that.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy #matty healy fanfic #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #asks #my writing #matty healy smut #i was not expecting this to be long #however i miscalculated #i started writing and didnt stop #this also made me really excited for part two #so literally thank you for your request mwah

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mttonex · 9 months

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hiiii! idk if ur taking requests rn but i would love to see some silly lawlight laughter, like one of them just told a joke or said smth goofy. i love your lawlight on the phone art and saw the sk8 one of them smiling and it made me want to see them all happy too 🥺 love ur art!!!

hii, tysm!! :D + ty for the request! this is the first one i've gotten ^_^ i hope it's to your liking haha :]

#mattis art #mattis reqs #death note #death note fanart #l lawliet #light yagami #lawlight #fanart #art #doodle #request #req #reqs open #yotsuba arc my beloved #i was too lazy to think of what Ls joke could be 😭#im also terrible at coming up with jokes 🥲#my art

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allylikethecat · 7 months

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ugh like picture it.. sitting on your partners lap & falling asleep to their heart beat full of angst/hurt/comfort w matty & george.. dare i’d say you’d win a noble peace prize

Remember when I said this morning I was going to write something from the Sleep Prompts list next? Apparently that was a lie 😂

Also, I apologize that this has taken me literal months to finish! Anon I hope that you're still here and that this was worth at least some of the overly long wait.

I think I was missing working on the A&E fic a little bit... because we have a sick Fictional!Matty in this one... I hope you like it! Thank you so much for sending this prompt in, in the first place! I'm sorry again it took me so long to finish!

This is from the physical intimacy prompts list which can be found here. I am always taking more prompt requests even if it apparently takes me months to finish them - I promise I WILL finish all of them eventually though!! I have a spread sheet!

❤️Ally

Sitting in your partner's lap & Falling asleep to your partner's heartbeat

George was angry. He was angry at Jamie and the rest of their team for scheduling so many back to back tour stops. He was angry at Matty for hiding how sick he was. But most of all, he was angry at himself for not noticing. He was angry that he hadn’t noticed the way Matty had been turning away from him in bed, desperate to hide his fever and wheezing breath. He was angry that he hadn’t noticed Matty’s shaking hands, and that he was swallowing ibuprofen and tylenol like they were tic-tacs, alternating every three hours. That he hadn’t noticed that Matty wasn’t drinking, that his cough wasn’t the ever present smoker’s rattle from a pack a day, a pack he hadn’t touched in a week, but rather infection settling into his lungs, filling with fluid to drown him on land.

Matty had stumbled down the hallway as soon as they exited the B stage, the roar of the crowd still echoing in their ears. He had grabbed at his chest, gasping and choking on phlegm, coughing so hard he couldn’t even hope to catch his already short breath, dropping to his knees as his shoulders shook. There was a medic on him instantly, getting him upright, pressing an oxygen mask to his face. George watched in horror, frozen in place, his sweaty shirt clinging to his back, still clutching his drumsticks as Hann nudged him forward, reminding him he should go with Matty as the medic whisked him away. George wondered if they were supposed to tell someone they were leaving as he followed Matty into the back of the ambulance.

George was afraid, curled in on himself, trying to seem smaller and stay out of the way as the medics worked on Matty, listening to his heart, wincing at the crackling in his lungs. He’s not having a heart attack, don’t worry, one of the medics had tried to assure him kindly. George wasn’t sure how that was supposed to help when Matty still couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t sure when they became old enough for a heart attack to be a valid concern. George squeezed his eyes shut, his stomach flipping as they sped out of the venue and down the congested city streets. The perks of playing in arenas designed for ice hockey, he thought, squeezing Matty’s hand, the ambulance was parked inside the tunnel.

George ran his hand down Matty’s back, fingers brushing each bump as his spin curved through the opening of his hospital gown. He had lost weight over the course of his illness and George hated that he was just now noticing, not realizing Matty was belting his pants a hole tighter, moving his food around his plate without eating it, nausea churning in his belly.

Matty had been agitated, shivering with fever and fatigue clinging to George as if he was the only thing tethering him to this earth. The doctor that examined him was shocked that he had made it through a two hour concert with his fever, with his low oxygen levels, with his lungs hitching on every breath, catching against the infected fluid. Not only that he had been able to perform, able to sing, but that it wasn’t the first two hour show he had performed that week.

The doctor ordered a chest x-ray that led to a pneumonia diagnosis. Matty had coughed, rasping that he wasn’t some sickly Victorian child despite what Twitter might think, that he was going to be fine. George didn’t comment on the fear in his glassy eyes.

He was started on IV antibiotics and fluids, an oxygen mask fitted over his face to help him breathe easier, even if Matty kept taking it off to cough wetly into his elbow. He spat thick green mucus into a tissue, his nose wrinkling in disgust each time he would weakly toss the tissue into the bin they had placed next to his bed. After a while George started taking the tissues from him, Matty too weak to even lift his head and toss them himself.

Matty tried to argue that George didn’t have to stay, even though it was clear to George, clear to anyone with eyes, that Matty didn’t want him to leave (not that George would ever leave.) He insisted that he was fine, even as he looked anything but, his cheeks pale and his eyes sunken, his breath shallow as he coughed. He told George to go back to the hotel, told him to go shower and rest. But even as he spoke he kept his fingers tangled in the fabric of Geroge’s stage button down. Even after all these years, Matty didn’t like to let himself need others, he didn’t like to be what he thought of as a burden even though he was anything but. George had just climbed into the hospital bed with him, and pulled him into his lap, assuring him that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Matty had his cheek pressed to George’s chest, the steady beat of his heart, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled, lulling him to sleep like a toddler on a car ride, their legs tangled together on the rough sheets. Matty had fought at first to keep his eyes open, grumbling that he wasn’t tired. But the antibiotics made him woozy as his adrenaline crashed, his body no longer in a desperate survival mode. He started to relax, realizing he was safe now, wrapped in George’s embrace, getting the treatment he needed. George could feel him trembling in his arms, trying to time his own breaths to the beat of George’s heart.

“Rest Matty,” said George, pressing a kiss to the top of Matty’s head, his sweat damp curls tickling George’s nose, as his breathing slowly evened out. He didn’t get a response, Matty growing heavier in his arms as he finally fell asleep.

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #matty fic #gatty #prompt fill #prompt fills #physical intimacy prompts #physical intimacy prompt #intimacy prompt #intimacy prompts #i hope this was what you were looking for!#and also i hope you're still around im sorry this took so long #thank you for requesting and thank you for reading!

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thisselflovecamebacktome · 1 year

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This is the last post I plan to make on this matter, but when this Matty/Taylor situation started, I made posts and tried to convince myself to be unaffected despite hating everything I was hearing about Matty (I hadn’t heard anything about him before that point) because there was nothing I could do about her dating him and didn’t want to talk over people of colour.

At the time that felt like the ‘adult’ thing to do as someone who feels that they were far too involved in hating the last man Taylor dated who was like this to the point of it basically being my identity and severely negatively impacting my mental health to an unhealthy level. And obviously there is still truth in the fact that there’s nothing I, someone Taylor doesn’t even know exists, can do about her dating him and that I have issues in my own life that need immediate attention and that I can influence more (including but not limited to my impending risk of losing my house, health issues etc).

But at this point it feels extremely all encompassing, with the negative effect on my mental health being unavoidable. Like with everything I’ve learned in both of my degrees (psychology and law) and my own, unwilling experiences with the porn industry, finding out what Matty said about his ‘preferences’ is the straw that broke the camel’s back in terms of me not being able to even pretend to enjoy Taylor’s content to a level I was a month ago, just like how I couldn’t pretend to in 2015/early 2016 when she was dating the last man like this. I also can’t simply ignore it given it still seems like every other post is about it at this point.

Again, I understand that there’s nothing I, a 27 year old from across the world that Taylor does not know exists, can do about the situation. But I can control what I see/how much time I spend online. So while I haven’t decided if I’m going to deactivate yet, I’m definitely going to aim to be around less and focusing on myself for a while. So if I don’t respond to any asks any of you send as quickly as I usually do, know that it’s not personal, I just need space.

#about me #taylor swift #anti matty healy #i'm also requesting that no further asks on this topic be sent to me. at this point i will simply delete them #also as an aside why the hell can you only make things not rebloggable on your phone rip

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cellophaine · 2 years

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I don’t know if you guys are still up for some Tristan content?

#i’m starting the works on the mini series #but i also have a lot of requests for Meaty Mattie #but i also want to write for lloyd #but but but #tristan thorn #stardust 2007 #stardust movie #charlie cox

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mattyriddlesbitch · 1 month

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English is not my first language, so I apologize if this request looks confuse :(

but can you do mean!mattheo × shy!reader and she's soooo needy and horny, but doesn't say nothing, but matty realizes it and make her tell him EVERY LITTLE THING that she wants him to do, and she's so embarrassed and he's just pouting and saying "if you don't tell me what you need i can't do anything, angel" and she's just buring her face in his neck and saying "please" but he doesn't do nothing until she says graphically what she wants. and he's so mean, edging her with his mouth and fingers (maybe some toys if u want) until shes crying, and then he just overstimulate her as fuck!!! (but he also doesn't forget to praise his girl for doing so well!!!!)

i know this is super specific, but my mind is lost in dirty thoughts, I'm sorryyyyy 😔

btw, can i be -🌙 anon?

Yes! You can be 🌙 anon! I hope this works for you!

Guide Me

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Oral(female receiving), fingering, cussing, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation.

18+ Minors DNI!

You had been feeling so needy and desperate all day. Especially now as you cuddle with Mattheo in his bed, surrounded by his scent and warmth and him. You needed him so badly, but were too embarrassed to say anything. You never liked being vulgar about what you want. Even finding it hard to initiate sex.

Mattheo could tell by your subtle shifting and the way you were clinging to him as you cuddled. But he wanted you to say it. He wanted you to tell him what you wanted.

“You okay, princess?” He asked as you shifted around again for the umpteenth time.

“Yeah.” You said softly, scooting slightly closer, as if that was even possible.

“You’re moving around a lot, are you uncomfortable? Do you need something?” He asked, still feigning ignorance to your horniness.

“No.” You spoke so quietly, he almost didn’t hear it.

“You sure, darling?” He moved your hair so he could see your face better. “Because you just have to say the word, and I’ll help you out, whatever you need.”

You glanced up at him before looking back down, letting a deep breath out as you debated on saying anything or not. “I need you.” You kept that quiet tone, embarrassed about saying it outloud.

“What do you need from me?” He asked, tilting your head up to look at him.

You realized his little game now, blushing at having to tell him more. “You know what I need.” You say, moving to bury your head in his neck.

“I don’t. You gotta use your words, angel.”

“Please.” You say quietly into his neck.

“Begging me won’t help if I don’t know what you want.” He was teasing you and you hated it. He wanted you to talk dirty to him, tell him everything you wanted.

You groaned softly, not moving away from his neck. “I need you in me, please.”

“How so? You want my mouth, my fingers, my cock? Maybe your little dildo would suffice if you don’t wanna use your words.”

You pulled back to look at him now. “I would like your mouth and fingers please.”

He smiled at you now. “Was that so hard, sweetheart?” He said as he pushed you gently onto your back. He helped you out of your clothes, keeping his touch soft. “Guide me through it, baby. I like hearing you talk dirty.” He settled between your legs, placing soft kisses to your thighs.

“Use your tongue on me, please.” You said softly, still embarrassed, but the way he was looking at you so eagerly helped a little.

He listened and started licking at your pussy, groaning at the taste. You moaned, tangling a hand in his hair. “Like this, princess?” He asked as he looked up at you.

“Just like that, yes.” You nod, throwing your head back.

He continued and you were starting to feel like you needed more, but he wasn’t giving anymore than the licks.

“Need more, Matty. Please.” You begged as you looked back at him.

“What else do you want? You gotta tell me.” He said with a smirk, loving your reaction.

“Your fingers. I need them in me.”

“That’s my girl. Good job.” He said as he pushed his fingers in you, going back to licking at your clit.

You were moaning and cursing at the pleasure, trying to keep your head up to watch him. He was a fucking expert with his mouth and fingers and had your orgasm building quickly.

“Fuck, Matty, I’m so close.” You moaned, throwing your head back again.

He pulled his fingers out and pulled back slightly. You whined, feeling your orgasm get pulled away from you.

“What the fuck?” You asked as you looked back at him.

“I told you to guide me, you didn’t say anything about letting you cum.” He smiled mischievously

“Then make me cum.” You frowned at him.

“How?” He asked with that stupid smile.

That one word would have made you ready to kill him if you weren’t so fucking horny. “The same thing, fingers and mouth.”

“No ‘please’ this time?” He teased.

“Please.” You whined.

He complied and pushed his fingers back into you, bringing his mouth back to your clit. This man drove you insane, but damn, if he wasn’t so fucking good at this. He had you moaning and bucking into his face within seconds, that orgasm that was previously building coming back again.

“Don’t stop, please, don’t fucking stop.” You moaned, holding onto his hair tightly.

He groaned as he kept going, satisfied he got you to talk again.

You came on his fingers and tongue in mere moments, crying out his name as he helped you ride it out. He wasn’t letting up, though. He kept going and made you shake and cry again.

“Mattheo, please.” You cried.

He ignored you, still going. You could feel the tears building as you tried closing your legs on his head. He just used his free hand to push them back open, never letting up. You were crying and your body couldn’t decide if it should buck into his face for more pleasure, or back away to get a break.

“Matty.” You whined his name again.

Again, though, he ignored it, ignoring your pleas. In fact, it felt like he was going faster, harder, deeper. He ripped another orgasm from you, making you scream his name as your body shook almost violently.

And again, he didn’t let up, continuing his assault on your pussy.

“Stop. Please. I can’t” You tried closing your legs on his head, and he backed off, removing his fingers from you before putting them in his mouth to clean them off.

“Look at you. You’re learning how to use your words.” He smiled before leaning down to kiss you.

You both moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him as his roamed your body.

“Now, how about I get to guide you with my words?” He smiled at you.

#slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys smut #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader

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papercorgiworld · 2 months

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Whipped for their tutor II: A Reward

Mattheo, Theo and Enzo

Tutoring the Slytherin boys isn’t easy, so you use the fact that they’re absolutely whipped as a way to motivate them.

Find part one here, but you don’t have to read it. There’s not that much plot.

Warning: suggestive and a little bit of smut

This took longer than necessary just because it took me a week to come up with something for Enzo. Also, little announcement, I'm gonna mix requests instead of work chronological because I'm struggling with inspiration and I wanna write things I can instead of stay stuck on the things I can't, because I'm short on time atm, but I should get to all of them eventually. Happy readings! Have a lovely weekend!

“Mate, quidditch practice, remember?” Blaise’s face appears by the door as he looks at his friend.

Mattheo

He looks up from his book and nods at Blaise. “Right, I gotta go.” Mattheo says, turning to face you as he slams his book shut.

“Your work isn’t finished yet.” You state and meet his eyes, a small smile tugging on your lips as you play to win this situation. Mattheo looks at Blaise and back to you, he smiles at your silly comment, quidditch was way more important than studying. “I can’t miss quidditch training.” Mattheo argues.

You pout and your teasing eyes lock with his. Blaise notices Mattheo’s face going red, but what Blaise doesn’t know is that it’s because your hand is resting on Mattheo’s crotch. Softly your hand moves and you feel his member twitch. Such a sensitive boy. “On second thought,” Mattheo’s voice comes out almost squeaky and he forces a cough to regain compose “I’m not allowed to play the game if I don’t pass tomorrow’s test so I better study.”

Blaise knows better than to ask questions and simply nods before leaving. “Such a good student.” The words drip off your lips as Mattheo’s eyes land on your lips. “If you put in a few more hours of studying then you’ll nail tomorrow’s test. And Matty, if you get an A I’ll give you a little reward.” Your words are a seductive whisper and you know you’re doing it right when you feel Mattheo get harder. Your hand moves over the bulge in his pants and like the good student Mattheo is, his eyes fall from you to the pages of his summary.

You notice his blush and his hard swallow. He was trying his best to focus, but struggling with hardness in his pants and your hand. Seeing him like this, you couldn’t deny it, it turned you on a little as well. He was so fun to play with. “Maybe it’s best I let you study alone for today.” You whisper close to his ear and his puppy eyes meet yours. He doesn’t want you to leave. “I feel you’re … a little distracted.” You say lips almost brush his ear as your hand strokes him member one last time before moving away. “Good luck.” You say and you kiss his cheek, staining his face with your lipstick. Maybe she didn’t notice… Mattheo stares down at his crotch. Who am I kidding! Why am I so sensitive to her? Salazar, she drives me crazy!

***

Mattheo was really excited when the professor returned his test a few days later. When he spotted you talking to your friend in the hallway that same day he wanted to offer you his test but worried he would look like a fool he decided against it, cursing himself for being so needy for you. He needed your praise, he thought about it almost every night, but his ego kept him from begging for it.

So he eagerly waited for the next tutoring session and his eagerness was obvious to you since he was early. You walk into the classroom and are surprised to find Mattheo seated with his books out on the table. When he sees you walk in he gets up and smiles at you and you can’t help but smile at how whipped he is. “I got an A.” He blurs out before you even get the chance to sit down. You lick your lips and Mattheo feels his face heat up. Salazar, I sound desperate. I can’t even think with her around. You take a step closer to him and you lean suggestively close. Mattheo tries to meet your lips but you teasingly avoid the kiss. You chuckle softly, making him flustered, moving to whisper in his ear. “What did you think your reward would be?”

Mattheo swallows and his eyes lock with yours. “You.” He breathes, not hiding his desire for you. While waiting for you in this classroom filled with sexual tension Mattheo’s mind and body had gone wild with anticipation for what his reward could be. Every possible fantasy of the past weeks had shot through his mind as he had waited for you, for his reward. “You think that you can have me because you had one good test?” You raise an eyebrow. “An A+.” He specifies and he immediately feels embarrassed by how pathetic he must sound, trying to impress you with his grades. However, he manages to snap out of his embarrassment and regains some of his composure. With a slight teasing tone to his voice he speaks up. “You said I would get a reward.” He does his best to sound confident and you’re almost impressed by how good he sells it.

Your hand moves over his chest and lower, pressing your chest against his. “Well, as a reward you don’t have to pretend like you’re not rock hard, you can take care of yourself.” He’s baffled. His mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out. “Sit.” You command and he does so without thinking. You sit down as well and slowly unbuckle his belt, knowing that you’ll find his cock hard once again. “Now, there, treat yourself.” You say almost mocking him. His eyes stay focused on yours as his hand slowly and hesitantly moves towards his member. Your eyes meet his and you feel yourself drawn to his pretty eyes. You lean in and Mattheo’s eyes fall to your lips as his hand slowly strokes his dick. He was so turned on by you, but he barely dared to make a move, afraid that you would reject him if he didn’t play it right.

Almost brushing his lips you halt and let your eyes fall down to his hand jerking his rather large size. You let your hand rest on his thigh, making him bite his lip. “You’re quite impressive.” You whisper and Mattheo grips his cock a little hard. You loved how needy he was for your praise, for you, but he hated how much control you had over him.

Theodore

You sit opposite of Theo and don’t see Blaise, but still roll your eyes. How dare he interrupt your tutoring session. Obviously your tutoring was more important than quidditch. Theo gathers his papers and you tilt your head, when he looks up at Blaise to say something you quickly move your leg. Theodore’s eyes widen as your elegant heels move between his thighs. Your tongue slowly wets your lips as the slytherin’s eyes meet yours. You notice how his chest heaves and you have to keep yourself from smirking, but you play it professional and look at him through your lashes. Blaise coughs as he waits for a response from his friend. “I can’t.” Theodore finally answers, but there’s a hint of reluctance in his voice. He hated giving into you, but he just could not help himself. He needed to stay and see if he had a chance with you.

Blaise nods and disappears, making you smile proudly at Theodore. You don’t say anything and remove your high heels from between Theo’s legs, making him relax a bit. When he doesn’t return his attention to his pages but rather continues to stare at you, you get up from your seat and walk over to him. Your hands rest on his shoulder, massaging them gently before letting your hands slip down under his loosened shirt to his chest. “You really need to pass that transfiguration test so you better focus.” Your taunting whisper makes Theo lick his lip as his mind wanders to all the things he would rather do than focus.

When you still don’t get the right response you lean down so your lips brush his ear. “Be a good student. I like good students. If you work through all chapters by tonight you might earn yourself a reward.” You let a hand rest just above his belt as your other hand grabs his chin, making him face you. “Can you do that for me?” You're toying with him and he knows it, but he wants to be your toy so badly. The last bit of protest within Theo disappears and he nods. You let go of his pretty face and he returns to his summary.

“If you’ve finished your summary, come find me so I can check it for you.” You say and quickly grab your stuff. “You’re leaving?” Theodore blurs and he gets flustered by how desperate he sounded. You chuckle. “Yes, I do things outside of tutoring, but you can come and find me in my dorm when your summary is done.” You turn on your heels and he watches your beautiful figure disappear, but as soon as you’re out of sight he starts working on his summary, eager to have it finished and see you again.

***

A knock on the door has you turn your head. Before you can say anything the door slowly opens to reveal Theodore and you smile when he shows you a small bundle of papers. “My summary.” He states still not entering your room, but rather leaning against the doorframe waiting for permission to enter. Theodore knew better than to go into a girl’s room without her invitation. He learned that from Pansy, the hard way. You're amused by his good behaviour and get up from your seat to take his summary. You flip through the pages and Theo watches you with anticipation. Your hair fell perfectly, your eyes were engaged with his sloppy handwriting and ever so gently you bit your plush bottom lip. He was about to adore the rest of your body, but you speak up and meet his eyes. “This is actually really thorough. I’m impressed.” A smug smile forms on Theodore lips, but as smug as he tries to act he’s blushing as well, touched by your compliment on his work.

“If you put your mind to it, Theodore, you can get much better grades.” You continue and Theo chuckles. “I’m just rarely motivated, but you changed that.” You're surprised by his confidence, but you can’t deny that you like it. “Someone’s after his reward.” You quip and Theodore feels himself heat up. It was obvious there was no need to deny it, he wanted you and you both knew it. “You promised.” Theo says as he leans his head back a little in an attempt to look nonchalant about the whole situation.

You lay the papers down on your desk and side eye him before nodding as a silent invitation to enter, which he quickly does. He closes the door by pressing his back against his, eyes never leaving your body. His hungry eyes make you chuckle. “Just out of curiosity, what do you think you’re going to get for doing something as basic as writing a summary?” You elegantly walk over to him and seductively trace a finger over his chest. “I want a chance to dig my face between your legs.” Theo’s determined voice in combination with that phrase has your eyes widen. There’s a moment of silent tension as you stare deep into his eyes. “Don’t disappoint.” You tell him as you move your hand to his shoulder to guide him down to his knees.

Enzo

Your eyes slowly move from Blaise to Enzo who smiles bright at his friend, but shakes his head no. “Can’t, mate, I really gotta finish this or I won’t play at all.” Your eyes get all shiny when the slytherin’s eyes fall back to the books in front of him. When Blaise is far enough not to hear anything going on you scoot a little closer to Enzo. “I must say, I’m impressed at how dedicated you are to our tutoring sessions.” Enzo looks up to see your sweet smile focussed on him and he has to keep himself from drooling as his mouth parts a little. You purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing at how lost he is, staring at you. Eventually a soft laugh does escape your lips. “You know, if you keep studying like this you might get a reward.” Now Enzo’s jaw drops a little more and you can’t resist putting a finger under his chin to close his mouth.

You hadn’t said anything about what this reward would be, but he sure as hell wasn’t thinking about cookies, then again neither were you. “If you work hard like the good boy you are, I’ll treat you to something sweet.” Lorenzo was unsure if it was your honey voice or the way you softly bit your lip, but his pants suddenly felt a little tighter and his heart was racing at an unhealthy pace.

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For weeks Enzo Berkshire had been the perfect student. Always on time for his tutoring lessons, working from start to finish, engaged with his work and his grades showed it. Yet the praise from the teachers or even the girls in his class, it all left him cold because he was only after one thing and that was the sweet reward you had promised him. Striptease, lapdance, blowjob, sex… just a piece of lingerie would be fine. Next lesson, probably… However, you had kept him waiting. Since there was never an exact agreement on when he would receive his reward, Enzo was left to guess and hope every week that this would be it. You on the other hand benefited from waiting for two reasons: Lorenzo was incredibly motivated and Lorenzo was insanely cute when he tried hinting at his reward, not really daring to ask for it.

You were surprised by how long he had played along, but he really couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. He was exploding of desire for you and the thought of getting anything from you as reward drove him mad. So he had to ask. Though the question didn’t come as a surprise, the timing was.

You were explaining the importance of distance when using certain conjurations, when Enzo suddenly spook up. “I work hard. I’m a good student. I deserve my reward. I deserve you.” Your eyes move from the page you were pointing at to see a blushing Enzo stare at you. You sit a little straighter and Enzo swallows, terrified that his impatience had caused him to screw up with the prettiest witch to ever walk the earth. “What do you mean with that last bit, ‘I deserve you’?” A nervous chuckle leaves Lorenzo’s lips and he even starts fidgeting with his fingers, making you raise an eyebrow. He went from demanding daddy to whipped mamma’s boy real fast. “What I meant to say was… uhm… I deserve whatever you give me. I just forgot a few words there.” You smile at his nonsensical answer and react with a serious tone. “Exactly.”

With a flick of your wrist the door slams shut and Enzo’s eyes stick to the classroom door as he realises he’s now completely alone in a room with you. While his face heats up, his blood rushes down. “You were cute trying to be all demanding.” You say as you move from your seat, Enzo watching you carefully. “I didn’t mean to come off too strong. I was just really excited for this-.” The teasing smile tugging on your lips when he said the word ‘exciting’ has Enzo falling silent. With another flick of your wrist Enzo’s chair turns towards you and he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. “No doubt you’re excited.” You whisper, referring to the bulge in his pants. He feels like he’s about to lose consciousness when you slowly go down on your knees in front of him. He doesn’t move and he almost forgets to breathe as your perfect hands unbuckle his belt.

Him moving up to help you lower his pants was instinct, because you had turned his mind to mush, his eyes drowning in yours. As soon as you start jerking his dick his moans fill the room, making you wonder what sounds he’ll make once you have him in your mouth.

Whimpers, is what filled the room when your tongue teased his tip, and cries when you finally move to take his member deep. You had him begging in a matter of seconds and you loved the control as much as you were starting to love Enzo.

#slytherin #slytherin boys #theodore nott #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #enzo berkshire #enzo berkshire imagine #enzo berkshire x reader #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #papercorgiworldwritings

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twiixr4kidz · 6 months

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Hey I hear you do Ramona's Evil Exes x Reader so I have a Request I don't know if anyone ask this but the Evil Exes Reaction to their S/o wearing their clothes I got this idea from a boyfriend scenario on Wattpad and I thought it might be cute🥰

sorry it took so long to get to this :( i went on a hiatus and got caught up with a lot of asks so i'm finally getting around to finishing them all. hope this was worth the wait!!

matthew patel:

okay, we know mattie.

he's obsessed with literally everything you do and this is no different

when he sees you in his clothes, he MELTS

literally merges with the floor

"hey babe....... you uh, you look really, uh, you-"

he cannot get a proper sentence out of his mouth but just know he's going to be thinking about this FOREVER

lucas lee:

tch, whatever

just kidding HELLO O___O

at first he wasn't paying attention, but now.......

he's a pretty big guy so his clothes probably hang off of you

he acts very nonchalant about it but even the coolest skater boys have their weaknesses

this is his

he gets so handsy you're going to have to reprimand him

todd ingram:

this motherfucker gets so flustered

literally makes eye contact with you and he's STUNNED

"i see you went through my closet, huh?"

he will not stop staring at you

literally boring holes through your body because oh my GOD you look incredible

he's going insane

roxie richter:

"god DAMN!!!!!"

insert whistling noise

she will not stop complimenting you

insists that you keep whatever you're wearing because "it looks SOOOO much better on you!!!!!!"

also gets very handsy with you

in simplest terms, she's feeling you up

you're way too hot to keep her hands off of

you're a magnet and she's a bag of nails :3

kyle katayanagi:

"woah, hello there"

he's in deep thought

deep, DEEP thought

he's going to tease the shit out of you for this

but don't mistake that as him not enjoying it

he's eating it UP

ken katayanagi:

he doesn't say anything immediately

like he takes notice, but he's silent

sort of just smirks to himself

if you want any sort of reaction, you're going to have to point it out

"notice anything different?" "of course i did hun, you know i'm very attentive"

okay now that you've pointed it out, he's going to be annoying about it

constant teasing, "looks like somebody missed me"

gideon graves:

it takes a little for him to notice

"oh, nice shirt," he says, completely unaware of the fact that it's his shirt

actually it's the smell that makes him realize LMFAO

he wears a very specific cologne and when you walk by smelling like it, he's like "OH HELLO????"

slides over in his silly little desk chair, wraps his arms around your waist, and buries his face in your side

"never stop doing that" he mumbles

god he's so CUTE I LOVE HIM

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw #scott pilgrim takes off #spto #matthew patel #lucas lee #todd ingram #roxie richter #kyle katayanagi #ken katayanagi #gideon graves #matthew patel x reader #lucas lee x reader #todd ingram x reader #roxie richter x reader #kyle katayanagi x reader #ken katayanagi x reader #gideon graves x reader

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lovingmattysposts · 6 months

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Welcome to my page😽

(things to know about me, masterlist, rules)

Me!: HELLO FELLOW TRIPLET LOVERS. You can call me Autumn so you don't have to address me as 'lovingmattysposts' because WOW is that a mouthful. Also it was meant to be read as loving-matty's-posts but when you put it together it looks like it says loving-matty's-spots??? Whatever i tried.

If it wasn't clear, I'm a Matt girl! (Chris still hits different sometimes though). I'll go back an forth like damn elena gilbert but will always end on matty🫶.

I've been writing short stories since I was in middle school and I'm a freshman in college. (Still somehow can't spell for shit though for some reason). So not to hype myself up, but I would consider what I write to be decently okay and MAYBE even go as far to say a 'good read' lmao.

I want to get close with everyone one here so DO NOT BE AFRAID TO MESSAGE ME ABOUT ANYTHING! I'm going to turn on my requests and anon so that you can send in whatever you want, send me questions, statements, story ideas, whatever you guys want to see from me.

I write smut so: I'm 19 years old so some of the stories will contain smut and if that bothers you do. not. read. it. That's it. Just keep scrolling. Or! If you like my work but don't want to read about that stuff, I will have warnings before series parts for smutty parts. Just skip 'em. I will also have fluffs and just angsts and some chill ones, not all of em have to be getting that ddddddd-woahhh who said that...

What i plan on doing: I plan to keep up the My Best Friend's Brother story for a while (my first project), and I also have another story that i'm waiting to post. I plan on doing blurbs, one-shots, headcannons, texts, snaps from the boys. Whatever y'all want. JUST TELL ME.

What I won't write🫵❌: weird ass shit bro, just don't be weird with requests. Like, i'm not writing incest. (this should go without saying). Nick with a fem partner in a sexual way. I do not do threesomes or shit like that and I'm not getting too freaky with the smut, just good ole fashion LOVING (sometimes a tad freaky) smut 😄.

Now Go!

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ONE-SHOT MASTERLIST

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Love, Autumn

#christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader

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sturnioloshacker · 7 months

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hands - a matt sturniolo short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: an obsession with matt’s hands is taken to the next level through the power of jewellery

y/n had always been captivated by her boyfriend matt’s hands. there was something about the way they looked when interlocked with her small ones that drew her in. there was also something about the way they moved when hugging her and grabbing her face to kiss her that drew her in just that little more. from the first time they held hands, she knew she was hooked.

she couldn’t resist tracing her fingers along his palms whenever they sat together, lost in conversation. she also couldn’t resist the temptation of stroking his hands with her thumb whenever they held hands, the comfort settling in whenever they were in public together. matt found it endearing and adorable, how she would sometimes get lost in thought, her eyes fixed on his hands and her fingers playing with his.

after a night of filming, matt and y/n laid in bed together, enjoying the comfortable silence between them as they cuddled and held hands. y/n, breaking the silence, brought matt’s hand that was intertwined with hers up to her lips and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles. he looked at her with a puzzled smile.

“what’s that for?” he asked.

“i just love your hands, they’re so beautiful, and they’re a part of you, the part i love the most.” she confessed with a grin.

matt chuckled and pulled her closer.

“well, if my hands make you happy, then i'm happy.”

over time, as their relationship deepened, y/n’s fascination and obsession with matt’s hands grew. every time they went out in public together, his hands were wrapped around his, both their thumbs stroking each other’s skin to ease the nerves. when it just the two of them, matt’s hands were all over his girl. on her cheeks when they kissed, on her body when she felt self conscious about the way she looked, on her ass when he was feeling cheeky and around her waist when they cuddled.

matt went out to do a photoshoot with nick for the day and decided to wear some rings. he had never worn rings around y/n so this was a whole new thing to him. the next day, matt posted some photos from the shoot to his instagram.

“hey princess, i sent you something on instagram, i think you’ll love it.”

“okay?” she replies in confusion.

y/n opens up the social media app, her heart racing. what did he send me?, she thought to herself. she gasped at the first post on her feed. Photos from her boyfriend’s shoot.

“matt oh my gosh you look so hot!”

“keep swiping, there’s more!” matt giggled at his girl’s compliment, a blush spreading on his cheeks.

y/n swiped to the second photo and let the biggest squeal escape her lips.

“rings?! oh my god, that’s so sexy, matty!”

“you like when i wear rings?”

“of course i do! you love when i wear rings so it only makes sense that i love when you wear rings!”

matt smiles before gently grabbing y/n’s face and leaning in for a sweet kiss.

“guess i gotta wear rings more often then!”

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets fluff #sturniolo triplets x reader

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allylikethecat · 5 months

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Just read your reply to an ask about a fix of matty singing them to sleep and the suggestion/idea of fictional Matty singing fictional George or vice versa to sleep has me wanting to eat my hand and sob (in a good way) 😭

The best way to deal with your self imposed stress of not finishing a fic by your self dictated deadline is obviously to work on a different one 😂 I felt really bad that I wasn't able to fill that one prompt request for that anon looking for a matty x reader blurb where he sung the reader to sleep (I don't see myself ever writing x reader fic i'm sorry!! there are so many wonderful talented people who do though! that's just not my writing niche unfortunately) ... but like was totally down to write one of him singing fictional!George to sleep, and then I saw that YOU lovely anon had sent this in in response to that ask, so obviously I had to jump it to the top of my massive list of prompt fill requests that I really do promise I will finish in 2024 lol

So, alas, here it is, Fictional!Matty sining Fictional!George to sleep. I hope you like it, if not let me know and I will attempt a take two! Thank you so much for sending this in though, and for reading, and being so lovely and supportive! I hope you have a very happy new year and a great rest of your week!

❤️Ally

Singing to sleep

George was sick, and George never got sick. Matty was at his wits end, he was the one with the shit immune system. He was the one who didn’t take care of himself and allowed his body to get run down, seeming to constantly be coming down with a perpetual case of the sniffles. George did yoga. George remembered to eat, and drank water, and got the recommended eight hours of sleep each night. He wasn’t supposed to be congested and running a fever, a trail of used tissues laid out like bread crumbs as if he would lose his way back to the bedroom without them.

George wasn’t supposed to be arguing with Matty that he wasn’t sick when he clearly was. Shaking his head, his voice rough and nasally, insisting that he was fine even as he had to halt his argument every few minutes to cough. George was not supposed to be sick, and with a sinking realization, Matty was learning that George was an even worse patient than he was.

“Please,” Matty begged, he knew he looked ridiculous wearing the frilly apron his Mum had gotten him as a joke when they had bought the new house and Matty had shown her the high end kitchen as if he was going to actually use it. The joke was on her, he was wearing the apron and currently trying to use the kitchen. “Please just go lay back down.”

“I’m fine,” George rasped again before breaking off into another coughing fit, his arms wrapped around himself as he shivered. Matty glanced at the clock on the stove, it was still too soon for him to take another dose of paracetamol.

“You are not fine!” Matty snapped, turning away from the stove and the soup that he hoped was simmering and not boiling, he wasn’t entirely sure of the difference. He waved his wooden spoon at George for dramatic effect. “You need to go lay down and get some fucking rest so you can get better!”

George opened his mouth and Matty waved the spoon more aggressively, flicking his wrist at George. “No, no arguments, upstairs, now please, let’s go.” Matty said, nudging George’s shoulder so that he could guide him towards the staircase.

George sighed, breaking off into another coughing fit, his shoulders shaking before doing as Matty said. He padded barefoot towards the stairs, Matty hot on his heels to make sure he actually got into bed instead of trying to snag his work laptop out of the office. The soup would be okay for a few minutes without him, Matty thought as they climbed the stairs. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to be watching for anyway, or what he was even supposed to do if it did do something.

Realizing he was still holding the spoon, Matty sheepishly sat it down on the dresser, brushing past George to fluff up his pillows and blankets.

“Get in the bed,” he said, holding his arms out as if he was a briefcase girl on a game show.

“You trying to take advantage of me?” George rasped, batting his eyelashes teasingly, the effect was lost though by the glassy sheen of his eyes and his dry red nose.

“Always,” Matty deadpanned and George sighed, climbing back into bed and allowing Matty to rearrange the blankets around him while he pouted like a child.

“Now get some rest,” Matty said, leaning down one last time to press a kiss to George’s forehead, frowning when he realized just how hot it was. He turned away, planning on heading into the bathroom to get George a damp wash rag to try and cool him down some before returning to his soup when George caught his wrist.

“Wait,” said George looking up at Matty, looking extra pathetic with his pale skin, red nose and shiny eyes.

“I’ll be right back,” Matty assured him, his heart squeezing. “I’m just going to get you a cold rag.”

“I’m fine,” George said again, his voice convincing absolutely no one. “But will you,” George flushed, and Matty wasn’t sure if it was from fever or embarrassment. George swallowed hard, his sore throat bobbing painfully. “Will you sing to me?”

Matty blinked, in confusion, not expecting the request. “What?” he asked dumbly and George’s blush deepened, embarrassment it is then, Matty thought fondly, his heart flipping at the request.

“Will you sing me something?” George asked again, his eyes wide and earnest. “Please.”

Matty exhaled slowly, he wanted to get George a cold wash rag for his forehead, and he needed to go check on his soup. But who was he to refuse George a song when he was poorly.

“Yeah,” said Matty softly, feeling like his insides had turned to goo with just how much he loved George. “Yeah, I can sing you something.”

His Gibson Hummingbird was leaning against a decorative chair where he had left it two days prior, and he winced, knowing he should have put it away properly but thankful for his laziness as he scooped it up, feeling silly as he quickly tuned it and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He played the opening chord and George smiled, instantly recognizing the song.

Tell me what you thought about

When you were gone and so alone

The worst is over

You can have the best of me

We got older but we're still young

We never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up

George was asleep, snoring softly, before Matty even finished the song.

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #matty fic #gatty #prompt fill #prompt fills #OG requests #if anyone else has any prompt requests from a list or their own brains send them my way!#also i am still working on the sick fic prompts dont worry #they're just ending up a little longer and will probably end up on AO3

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chaosisalwayscrying · 5 months

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HEELS

⇥ synopsis : you and matt go on a nice date, but after your feet start to hurt

⇥ warnings : none! pure fluff

⇥ extra : lim not the biggest fan of this, i think i did too much plot building but i hope you guys like it !! please send in requests also, theyll be worked on after my scheduled fics come out! 🫶🏻

⇥ masterlist !

⇥ taglist !

it was just past three pm when matt sauntered into the living room and told you to get ready for a date. at first you were skeptical, normally matt was spontaneous and just took you out in every day clothes, so telling you to get ready was new.

"get ready?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him from your spot on the couch.

"yeah, we're going to a fancy dinner, i wanted to surprise you with it." he said, starting to mess with the rings on his fingers, an obvious anxiety tell.

"how fancy? like slightly more put together fancy or nice dress and heels fancy?" you ask, already beginning to mull over what outfit you'll wear.

"nice dress and heels fancy, the reservation is at seven so you have plenty of time to get ready” he said, a bright smile now on his face.

you stood from the couch, immediately going to matt and pressing a kiss on his lips. “thanks for this matty, im gonna go shower. i love you” you said, pressing another kiss to his cheek as you practically ran to the bathroom.

matt stood there, a deep blush on face. he never really got embarrassed, but your excitement and words towards him made him want to giggle like a little girl.

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matt was banned from his and your shared room while you got ready, since you wanted to surprise him. you even went as far as to make chris come get matts clothes you picked out and lock him in chris’ room.

after you buckled the straps on your heels, you stood and went out of matts room to the floor length mirror in the living room, scanning over your outfit and hair to make sure everything was perfect before letting chris know to bring matt up.

you turned once you heard a door open and quick footsteps coming up the stairs. as matt turned the corner, his eyes immediately locked on you. you made your way over to him, his awestruck expression making you smile.

“hi” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and his hands immediately landing on your waist. “hi” he said back, eyes trailing over your face and outfit, a slight blush creeping up his neck.

you placed a kiss on his lips before stepping back and doing a small spin, letting matt take in your whole outfit. a silk dress that hugged your waist and hips just right but the skirt flowed just a little, and nice stiletto heels.

“you look beautiful, baby” matt mumbled, still staring at you wide-eyed. “are you sure those heels will be comfortable?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing. he knew you hated wearing high heels because they hurt your feet, and he didnt want you to be in pain just because of his date idea.

“thank you, and yes im sure, i’ll be fine for just dinner” you reassured, stepping forward again to place another kiss on his lips. “now come on, we have a date to go on” you smiled, grabbing his hand to lead back down the stairs to chris’ room to go to the garage.

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in your opinion, the date was beyond amazing, but you hadn’t expected to be walking around a little park after. now that you’d been walking for so long, your feet were beginning to ache, making it hard to keep pace with matt.

“ow.. fuck” you mumbled, wincing as you stepped forward, trying to catch up to matt. matt, ever the attentive boyfriend, heard you and immediately stopped and turned around to you. he caught the wince on your face before you could hide it, causing his concern to grow.

“whats wrong? are you hurt?” he asked, taking a step to where you were standing and ushering you towards a bench a couple feet away. you immediately sat down and took off your heels, sighing in relief as the ache faded slightly. matt also began taking off his shoes, refusing to let you walk around in heels that hurt you or barefoot.

you werent paying matt any attention until he slipped his shoes on your feet, tightening the laces so they didn’t slide too much.

“matt-” you began, getting cut off before you could even finish saying his name.

“no, it’s ok. i dont want you to walk around in heels that hurt you, or barefoot, you could step on something sharp.” he said, finishing tying the laces and pressing a kiss to your parted lips.

“now c’mon, we can go back to the car” he said, taking your heels from your hands and helping you stand.

your smile stayed on the rest of the night, even as matt helped you into the car, even as he carried you upstairs after you (dramatically) claimed you were too tired to walk, even as he helped you out of your dress and into comfy clothes, even as he took off your makeup and jewelry, and especially as he held you as you drifted off to sleep.

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Heyyy i saw your post about sending requests for mattheo, so here is my: mattheo x reader where they are best friends but like each other, mattheo goes out with girls that looks like her bc he is obsessed with reader, he also has a protective instinct with her, always keeping her by his side, kissing her cheek etc… and one day they are alone and they kiss each other, if you want to turn this a fluff or a smut!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 thank you!! ❤️

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tws: heated making out?

requests? 🥺🤲

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“Y/N,” Pansy said through a mouthful of toast. “H’ve you seen Matty’s latest fucktoy?”

You glance up at her. “I haven’t. Also, stop insinuating that my best friend is a manwhore.”

“Babe,” Pansy says dryly. “He’s the living definition of manipulate mansplain manwhore.”

“Anyway, what Panz is trying to say,” Blaise leans in to the conversation. “Is that his newbie is that Hufflepuff a year below us. The one who everyone always thinks is like, your twin?”

You shrug. “It’s a big school. Lotta people look like me.”

“Yeah, everyone Mattheo’s ever dated,” Pansy mumbles.

“What are you on about?”

“I’m just saying, he has a type. Isn’t it a bit weird that his type is literally his sworn-platonic best friend?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re so dramatic. Matty’s exes and I have nothing in common!”

“Except for being in love with Mattheo Riddle,” Blaise mutters.

“Alex was like, a full-blown jock. And Riley was just a straight-up motherfucker.”

“Not sensing any hostility or jealousy at all here.”

You roll your eyes. “We are just friends. We have been since first year.”

~~~ Mattheo threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side and kissing your forehead.

“What was that for?” You laugh, your eyebrows furrowed.

He shrugged. “Didn’t like the way that boy was staring at you.”

“What boy?” You asked, perking up and looking around.

His lips thinned and his hand tightened minutely on your shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.”

His voice was gruff and he pulled you a bit tighter to himself.

~~~

“What? No way!”

“Yeah, no, c’mon!” Mattheo protested.

“Too late!” Pansy grinned ecstatically. “Go on!”

You and Mattheo are bodily shoved into the closet, and the door shuts with a resounding thwunk. You can hear the others’ laughs drifting through from the other side.

You realize how close you two are, crammed in the tight space, your chests touching. Your cheeks flush in the dark closet and you clear your throat.

“Uh, so-”

“Shut up,” Mattheo mutters. “Please, for the love of Merlin. Stop talking.”

“Wh-”

He cuts you off with a searing kiss, his hands grabbing onto your hips and pulling you even closer.

You gasp, your hands laying flat on his chest like you’re about to shove him away; instead you kiss back with equal fervor, leaning in closer and letting your hands slide up to drape over his shoulders.

Mattheo pushes you back against the wall, his fingertips creeping under the hem of your shirt. He kisses you like he’s been waiting to forever.

Your shoulders hit the wall, and your hands go up to tangle in his hair. He pulls away from you to gasp for air, groaning under his breath and leaning down to start kissing along your jaw and neck.

You close your eyes, your head falling back against the wall. “Mattheo-” You sigh contentedly.

You’re interrupted by a very loud, insistent knocking. “Seven minutes! Put your clothes back on!” Your friends break into hysterical laughter.

You two break apart, startled. Mattheo steps back, and you hurriedly wipe your mouth on your sleeve. You both hastily smooth out your shirts, avoiding eye contact as you fix your hair.

The door suddenly swings open, Pansy and Blaise standing in the doorway with their arms crossed and shit-eating grins on their faces.

“Theodore so owes me thirty galleons.”

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stars1997 · 1 month

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matt rempe smut request istg he has the best the horniest mf

matt likes you catching him and watching him jerk off without interrupting him so its just you walking into his apartment and hear him groaning or like when he’s waiting for you in the car or in the shower obviously you get the pic but I feel like he’d think it’s such a power move to do that

Paring(s): Matt Rempe x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+), Masturbating (m), unprotected sex.

(Not edited)

Authors note: I had a lot of fun writing this. Sorry that it took so long. I hope you like it! @butmommyilovehim

check out my Masterlist. Also send in request! I had so much fun writing this one and would love to write more for you guys!

The things you do to me

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Matt and you have been dating for about a year now and he does this thing. He’ll jerk off anytime of the day and anywhere whenever you are around him. He loves the idea of you finding him doing it, but also loves just being around you when he does do it.

He always has full control over the situation. Most of the time he does it to show you that you are his. When he is about to cum, he will hold you in place no matter what you’re doing and cum on you. letting out a grunt and a ‘Mine’ as he does it.

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Matt had invited you over to his apartment to hang out. Using the key that he gave to you unlock the door. When you entered it was unusually quiet. “Matt?” you call out. Why would he invite you over if he wasn’t going to be here, and why wouldn’t he let you know. You pull out your phone to check to see if he texted you, but you saw nothing.

A few seconds passed and you hear a moan come from his bedroom. You walk over to his room the door slightly open. You peek in to see him sitting on his bed his back against the headboard and his hand wrapped around his hard cock.

“Baby open the door so I can see you,” he says. You push the door open fully. you continue to watch his hand as it strokes his cock. His eyes never leave you. He watches as your lips fall into a little pout and how you shifted your legs to help relieve some of the tension that’s building between them. “Matty,” you let out a whine.

“Your being so good for me. Watching me like the good girl you are.” His hand now moving faster. His eyes never leaving yours. He lets out a few loud grunts as he cums onto his hand and stomach.

“Come here baby, let me help you out. I know that my girl is needy from watching me.” Your quick to move. Taking your shirt and pants off before getting on the bed and straddling Matts legs.

He grabs you chin with one hand, bringing you in for a harsh kiss as his other hand slips inside of your panties. His thumb finds your clit, you let out a gasp. Matt takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

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You had spent the night at Matts apartment after one of his games. You didn’t do much, just spent the whole night cuddling and talking about the game. you woke up the next day later than you wanted to. It was almost one pm when you woke up. That meant that Matt should have just gotten home from practice.

The sound of the shower turning on confirmed that you were right about Matt being home. You get up and make your way into the bathroom to say hi to him. when you walked in you find him, he’s leaning on the counter, his arm keeping him up. His other hand is down his sweats pumping his cock.

“Kiss me baby.” He turns so his back is leaning against the counter now. Reaching out his non busy hand to you. You take his hand, and he pulls you in. He leans down to kiss you, his hand now on your ass, pulling you further into him so his leg was in between yours.

His one hand still pumping his cock, as he uses his other hand on your ass to pull you forward making you grind agist his leg. He lets out grunts moving his hand faster. He flips you both so your back is now against counter. He moves his sweats down just enough to pull his cock out.

He lifts the shirt that you were wearing so he could look at your tits. “You’re my good girl. So good to me. You all mine.” His head tips back, his mouth hung open as he lets out moans. The tip of his cock rubs against your stomach, making him rut against you so he could feel more pleasure.

“Fuck. Fuck. Your mine baby, remember that. Your mine, always mine.” He grunts as he reaches his orgasm. His cum now covering your stomach “I love you. my pretty girl.” He smiles at you as he pulls your shirt the rest of the way off and moves to pull your sleep shorts off. “Come get into the shower with me.” He kisses your lips then kisses his way down your neck. His lips wrap around your nipple as he pick you up so your legs now wrap around him.

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You and matt were going out with friends. It was a struggle to get him out of the door because he was trying to bend you over almost any surface that he could find. You realized you left something in up in his apartment, so you left him in the car to go get it.

It didn’t take long for you to get back to the car. “Okay baby. I’m ready if you are.” You say. finally, you look over at him and he’s already looking at you. You don’t realize what he’s doing till you look down and find his hand wrapped around his cock. “I don’t think you realize that you drive me funking crazy. All day every day, your all I can think about. I need you, right now.” You climb over the center console and sit in his lap, finally giving into what he wants.

The second you’re on his lap he attacks your neck, kissing from you jaw down to right above your boobs. “Your mine. Now move your panties to the side so I can fuck you.” You do what he says. Bunching up the dress and moving your panties. He brings his hand down and slides two fingers through your folds.

“So wet for me.” You don’t trust your voice, so you nod your head at his statement. He aligns himself and pushes in. His hands find your hips and he starts to help you bounce. It didn’t take long for either of you to reach your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to fill you up. Make you all nice and full for the rest of the night.” You could only let out a moan in response. His head drops to your shoulder. He bites at your neck to stop his moans from being too loud. Your orgasm followed right after his.

“My good girl. You did so good for me. You always do so good for me.” He grabs your chin and gives you a quick kiss on the lips, making you smile. You bring your head down into his chest as he plays with your hair. “You wouldn’t happen to have some makeup on you, would you? those marks are kind of noticeable.” He says. A small laugh leaving his throat. You climb back over the console and pull down the car mirror so you can see what he’s talking about.

There are three huge purple marks on your neck. “Matt. Oh my god. They are so going to say something.” You turn to look at him and he’s got a huge smirk on his face. “You’re a butthead. You’re going to owe me big time” you close the mirror and start the car so you can at least try to be on time to meet your friends.

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stvrni0lo · 9 months

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𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐳'𝐬

matt sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: a rundown of the first times that the boys have caught you sleeping in random places

warnings/notes: none!

requested?: yes!

> > >

The boys were used to you being able to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere. It didn’t matter the circumstances, if you were tired you were 100% capable of falling asleep wherever.

It took some time for them to get used to it, though. Especially when you and Matt started dating - since you were over more often, they gradually grew accustomed to your sleep habits.

Their first times witnessing your willingness to pass out as soon as your head hit a surface was interesting to say the least.

𝟏. It had been a long day and you were exhausted. The guys had dragged you and the rest of their friends out for a day at the local fun-fair.

While, yes, it was fun, you were also drained by the end of the day.

After hanging your jacket up and kicking your shoes off, you decided to get some cereal before bed. Chris said he was going to be on his phone in the living room while the other 2 boys parted ways to get ready for bed.

Pouring yourself a bowl, you sat at the dining table and slowly began to eat.

You didn’t like going to bed hungry, but your eyelids seemed to droop nonetheless. Deciding to rest your head for a few seconds, it wasn’t long before sleep overtook you right there on the table.

Some time passed and Chris was on his way to bed. Before walking down to his room, he was met with your sleeping form slumped against the table.

He shook his head, smiling. How could someone fall asleep while eating cereal?

He gently nudged your shoulder so as to not scare you. Upon seeing your bleary eyed gaze, he helped you stand up, walking you over to Matt’s room before bidding you goodnight.

Chris laughed away to himself as he crawled into bed, finding amusement in your weird sleeping spot.

𝟐. By now the boys had sort of began to understand that you could find a bed anywhere. It had been a few months since the first incident and Chris had brought up the story on multiple occasions.

Nick thought he was only exaggerating, no way you could fall asleep anywhere. Surely you had standards.

That notion was quickly thrown out the window as he walked into the living room. His eyes found themselves upon your sleeping form.

You were strewn across an armchair. Which would’ve been normal if it wasn’t for the fact that Nick left the room for 2 minutes and you had already fallen into a deep slumber. Not to mention the fact that you were in the craziest position he had ever seen in his life.

After taking some extremely humbling pictures of you, he decided to leave you alone to get your rest.

He placed a fluffy blanket atop your torso, gently tucking the sides in. Nick gave you one last glance before going down the hall to show his brothers the pictures he took.

𝟑. It was a rainy day in LA. You didn’t get many of those; but when you did, the wrath of God rained down. Streets were borderline flooded, and the cars on the roads might as well have been labeled as boats.

You decided to run yourself a nice hot bubble bath. Putting your hair up in a bun, you soaked yourself up in the tub. There was nothing more relaxing than submerging yourself in steamy water while thunder clapped outside.

Hours passed and Matt was beginning to worry. He hadn’t heard a peep from you. He even texted your phone multiple times, knowing that you’d be scrolling through it.

When no response came, he came and knocked on the door, disrupting your peace.

You, of course, had fallen asleep in the water. The soapy suds had lulled you to sleep, releasing the tension in your muscles as you listened to the symphony of rain outside.

“You alright in there, hon?”

Blinking some sleep away, you responded.

“Sorry Matty, I fell asleep,” you mumbled tiredly.

Matt sighed in relief, chuckling to himself as he calmed down. He should’ve known. Letting you continue to get yourself pampered up, he made sure to get the bed ready for you.

Once you returned to his room, he cuddled into you as he began to laugh.

“Who falls asleep in the bath?” he teased as he nuzzled into your stomach.

“I’ll have you know that many people sleep while bathing,” you retorted, your hands tangling themselves in his hair as he continued to make fun of you.

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