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allylikethecat · 5 months

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i hate inflicting more pain onto him but you do "insecure matty comforted by g" so well, could we get a little snippet on him reacting to all the "twink death" posts on twitter 🥹

HELLO KIND ANON!

Thank you so much for going rogue and just like... sending me a prompt that wasn't on any kind of list. If anyone else wants to just... send me a prompt situation from the depths of their mind I am HERE and READY for it!

This little snippet ended up being 2k words and I'm not totally sure how that happened and I was going to try and cut it down some but then decided that this was my blog so I can do what I want and we are full send posting the entire thing. I'm not sure if this is what you are looking for, but here we are! Also I mean no offense to anyone with this one (Fictional!Matty per the prompt is upset about the Twink Death posts and it sends him spiraling about his relationship with fans and also fictional!George) and I hope you enjoy it! Also I 100% made up the twitter handle and I mean no offense if there is anyone out there with that handle.

Thank you so much and let me know what you think!

❤️Ally

Matty knew he wasn’t supposed to be on Twitter anymore. His therapist had told him so, George had told him so. Social media was a cesspool, it wasn’t real life, and it only ever served to bring him down. Matty knew he had an addictive personality, and a short attention span, so sometimes it felt like social media had been made just for him, projecting colorful, easily digestable, bite size bits of information right to his brain. (Rationally he knew that was the entire point of an algorithm but that didn’t mean it made him feel any less special.)

Scrolling through Twitter was like pressing on a bruise, he couldn’t help but love the sting even though it only hurt him. Whenever he went on Twitter he ended up doom scrolling until he sent himself into a depressive spiral, focusing on all the people who hated him and wanted him to overdose and die, which he then coped with by getting drunk and posting the wrong thing.

Matty knew he wasn’t supposed to be on Twitter anymore, but George was distracted and Matty was too tired to even sleep and apparently a masochist as he settled onto the hotel bed and re-downloaded the app, a white X on a black background instead of the blue bird he had grown to love to hate. He logged in quickly with one of his many burner accounts, a ‘75 fan account that no one had even joking speculated was actually him. A tingling thrill of anticipation moved up his spine, not unlike the buzz he used to feel when he went out to score, as his feed loaded. He quickly glanced over at George guilty, who was still staring intently at his laptop, sitting at the hotel desk, headphones on, working on something. He felt like a little kid with his hand in the cookie jar, just asking to be caught and disciplined.

Confident that George wouldn’t be paying him any mind, at least for a little while, Matty began scrolling. There were fans proclaiming their love for him, and that they wanted to have his babies, invasive fan theories about him and Ross of all people that couldn’t be further from the truth, pictures of Taylor in Brazil, then more pictures of her pretending she gave a rat's arse about football. Sandwiched between a gif of a cat falling off of the counter and a tweet proclaiming Jack Antanoff a chaos gremlin Matty saw it.

He nearly scrolled past the two pictures posted side by side. If he was going to be naughty and looking through twitter, he was going to at least try and avoid too much of his own press, but he couldn’t help but stop. It was a picture of him from 2014, he was on stage, clutching a microphone and a cigarette in the same hand, his pale blue button down half unbuttoned and nearly slipping off his shoulder, his collar bone jutting out razor sharp. His curls were overgrown and unbrushed, falling around his face, a dark curtain he used to desperately hide behind. He had a vague memory of that day, at least he thought it might have been that day. He had been wearing that shirt the first time George kissed him for real. It had been the last time he had worn the shirt as well, the buttons hadn’t survived George’s eager hands.

The other picture was from a few nights ago, a tight gray tee shirt clinging to his chest and biceps, the mustache he had grown back at George’s sheepish request twitched in amusement. He looked so much healthier in the second photo, and he was surprised to see it, surprised to see how stark the contrast was. He was pleased that the fans were seeing it too, that they were seeing how much work he had been putting into himself. He wasn’t hiding behind his hair anymore, hence the shorter curls. He was eating better, he was working out. He was trying not to drink as much, he was trying not to smoke as much. He was, after years of therapy, and a few hospital stays that he was happy never actually made it into the press, and more patience and support from George than Matty was sure he deserved, he was actually doing well. The new combination of medication was helping, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

Then he saw the caption. Twink Death. He blinked. What did they mean, twink death. He was actively taking steps to better himself and healyslut69 was clearly being ridiculous, acting like a piece of him had died. He was the same person, he just wasn’t twenty five and addicted to smack anymore. Not that he had ever been a twink in the first place. He was a manly man, thank you very much. He clicked on the tweet, eager to scroll through the thread and see the replies calling out healyslut69 for being absolutely ridiculous. Twink Death, he scoffed, absolutely ridiculous. That was until he saw that all of the replies were in agreement with healyslut69. They were all mourning his alleged twink death.

He let out a little whine of frustration, then quickly glanced up from his phone to make sure George hadn’t heard him. Thankfully, George was still engrossed in whatever track he was working on, headphones on, clicking away. This is absolutely ridiculous, Matty thought, thumbing away from the thread to go back to his feed. This group of fans didn’t know what they were on about. He frowned as he saw another post relating to the topic, then another, and then another. He swallowed hard. Maybe healyslut69 wasn’t the one that was wrong. Maybe he was.

He scrolled up, finding the original tweet once again. He looked at the two photos, bringing his phone up closer to his face to examine them as if he wasn’t looking at the face he saw in the mirror every morning. Maybe he didn’t look like the same person anymore. Maybe it was more than just getting clean, cutting his hair and gaining at least a stone. Maybe a piece of him really had died. He swallowed hard, his thick smoker’s saliva catching in his throat causing him to cough wetly. At that George did turn his head, lifting one of the headphones away from his ear.

“You ‘right?” George asked, frowning, as he took in the look on Matty’s face.

Matty quickly waved him off. “Yeah, just swallowed wrong,” he said, flashing George a thumbs up.

George frowned but turned back to his laptop anyway and Matty went back to his phone, clicking on the original tweet must have triggered something in his algorithm because he was suddenly bombarded with posts about how much he had changed, how much the fans wanted the “old Matty back” how they wanted to “Make Matty Gay again” as if he wasn’t in a fucking relationship with a man and had been for the past nine years.

The more he read the more the self doubt started creeping in. It was slow at first, and he almost didn’t notice it. It was like frostbite, creeping through his body, overwhelming his senses without him even realizing until it was too late. He pressed the side button to lock his phone and tossed it onto the bed, where it proceeded to slide off the sheets and land on the floor with a clatter. He let out a groan of frustration and self pity, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes. He just couldn’t fucking win.

“Okay,” said George, taking his headphones completely off and spinning around in the swivel chair to look at Matt, quickly glancing at his phone on the floor, then back to Matty. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” said Matty stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling ridiculous for even being upset that some faceless fan account was mourning his supposed “twink death,” even as his lower lip began to tremble. Fuck Matty though, unable to meet George’s gaze and the loving concern he knew he was going to see painted across his face. He was going to start crying. He froze, feeling like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. What if George didn’t find him as attractive anymore, what if George missed how he used to look, all skinny and delicate, with long messy hair, sucking on a cigarette instead of eating breakfast, lunch or dinner.

What if that was why their sex life had gotten less active as they got older. They still had plenty of sex, and Matty had always been satisfied, but what if that was the reason the shirt destroying urgency was gone, what if that was why George wasn’t tossing him onto the nearest surface at every opportunity anymore. Matty had thought they were just getting older, maturing, leveling out, but what if George just wasn’t as attracted to him anymore?! What if that was why George had wanted him to grow the mustache, what if he was trying to find some new way to make sleeping with him less of a chore.

Matty couldn’t help it, he looked up, at kind, sweet, understanding and supportive George, who forced himself to fuck him even though he wasn’t attracted to him anymore, and instantly burst into the tears he had been fighting.

George blinked in surprise, clearly he hadn’t been expecting that. He stood up, closing the distance between them as he sat down next to Matty on the bed, carefully pulling him into his arms even as Matty kept his hands pressed to his face.

“What’s wrong, love,” said George softly, rubbing a large hand in careful circles against Matty’s back. “Did something happen? Is your family okay?”

Guilt burned in Matty’s stomach, as he pressed his hand to his mouth as if he could push all the upset back inside of his chest, as if he could swallow it back down to his belly where it belonged.

“They’re fine,” Matty said with a hiccup, “I’m fine, sorry, fuck, I’m fine,” he rubbed at his eyes, even as his breath hitched, “you can get back to work, I’m fine.”

“Matthew,” said George softly, pulling Matty’s hands away from his face. “Something is clearly wrong, what can I do to help?”

George’s kindness just made Matty cry harder, burying his face in George’s shoulder. He knew he was being extremely dramatic and over the top right now, crying because some fans on the internet were mourning his alleged “twink death” was ridiculous even for him. But it wasn’t just about the fans on the internet, it was hundreds of little things he had pushed down until he just couldn’t take it anymore and it all boiled over. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be famous anymore, he wasn’t sure he ever had.

It was the fans that seemed to hate him always criticizing his outfit choices, the ones complaining about the set lists he painstakingly put together, the ones who complained that he didn’t talk enough during gigs, and the ones who complained when he did. It was the fans, and not fans, that took every word he had ever spoken ever, and twisted it round in circles until it didn’t even make sense anymore. It was the ones accusing him of being the worst person alive. It was the ones wishing death upon him and his loved ones. It was the way that no matter what he did, no matter how much of himself he gave to the masses, it was never enough and never what they wanted. He was just so fucking tired, and seeing that tweet broke something inside of him in a way that he hadn’t been expecting. It filled him with even more self loathing and doubt, why had he even bothered to get clean, why had he even bothered to try and get healthy, everyone liked him better strung out anyway it seemed.

“Just some dumb fans on the internet,” said Matty quietly, trying to get his breathing under control, George was still rubbing his back soothingly.

“Matty,” said George sadly, his heart breaking. He wasn’t going to address the fact that they both already knew Matty wasn’t supposed to be looking at Twitter.

“Do you,” said Matty, pulling away slightly, needing to hear the words straight from George’s mouth, needing to rip the bandaid off. If George didn’t like him like this he would figure it out. He’d lose the weight again, he’d grow out his hair. “Do you,” he swallowed hard, “do you still like me?”

“What kind of absolute bullshit question is that?” George asked, “of course I like you Matty, I fucking love you.”

Matty swallowed again, weighing his words. “Are you, are you still attracted to me?”

“Jesus Christ Matty,” said George, “what is this about? Yes I’m very much still attracted to you, always have been and always will be.”

“Even though I’m not as,” Matty could bring himself to say the word, “delicate anymore?” he asked instead.

“What do you mean?” George asked not following along. Matty sighed and pulled away from George’s arms, leaning over the side of the bed to retrieve his phone. He unlocked it, keeping his eyes down cast as he handed it to George.

George frowned, looking over the tweet, a crinkle forming between his eyebrows. He relocked Matty’s phone without saying a word and reached over to set it on the nightstand.

“I,” said George leaning in and pushing Matty onto his back so he could hover over him. “Love you.” He kissed Matty’s deeply, licking into his mouth, before nipping lightly on his lower lip. “And I will always love you and think you’re the sexiest man alive.”

“Even though I’m not a twink anymore?” Matty couldn’t help but ask even as he felt George’s erection digging into his thigh.

George snorted. “If anything, it’s even hotter that I don’t have to worry about hurting you.”

Matty couldn’t help the grin that broke out across his face, and George couldn’t help but kiss it away.

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #matty fic #gatty #this one got away from me a little bit #and its so long i actually decided to be a grown up and use the read more function on tumblr lol #probably should have just put it on ao3 #but thats okay its here #but its funny because the last one i should have put on ao3 i should have put on tumblr lol #ALSO just want it to be clear #i absolutely adore writing fictional!matty and fictional!george together #and will continue to do so #BUT i am very aware that its just fiction #and i am so irrationally overly happy that irl george and charli are engaged #like i feel like my friends just got engaged i am so happy for them #that's why this is fanFICTION #emphasis on fiction #its all fake and for my own amusement #no part of me thinks its real #even if it is sometimes inspired by real events #anyway i hope you like it lol #prompt fill #prompt fills

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outer-edges · 9 months

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i swear every time i reread something i wrote, even if it wasn't supposed to be personal, somehow turns into a deep look at my psyche. like the call is coming from inside the house oh my god

(putting my in depth ramblings about this under the cut cuz it got a lil long lol)

the main character of my big original work thinks there is something deeply, profoundly, and fundamentally wrong with her. she doesn't have any close relationships, and she thinks it's because of her fundamental shortcomings. she thinks she's an empty monster totally undeserving of love. she pushes people away and sequesters herself because she's too scared of people truly seeing her, and she'd rather live a waking death than confront that.

she spends her whole life pining for friendship and love and closeness while feeling completely isolated and alone. and now she takes solace in her loneliness and rejects any and all support because she thinks it makes her stronger. she tries to keep a tight string of control over her emotions, and can't ever express how she truly feels to those who actually know her in the real world. she thinks being independent is the true indicator of strength. and literally her entire character arc is about learning that love and support is where real strength comes from. the core of the story is her finding her 'best friend', dropping the superficial mask she shows the world, and revealing herself in totality, being completely vulnerable, and being loved and accepted all the same.

AND GUYS. SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE MAIN CHARACTER OF A FUN LITTLE COMIC-BOOKY BUDDY COP HITMAN ROMP. BUT OVER THE YEARS SHE SOMEHOW TURNED INTO THIS. LIKE THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE FUCKING HOUSE OH MY GOD

THEN THERE'S MY FUN LITTLE FANTASY SERIES. GUESS WHAT IT'S ALSO ABOUT? A GIRL WHO IS COMPLETELY ISOLATED AND ALONE AND DENYING PARTS OF HERSELF LEARNING HOW TO EXPRESS HERSELF AND FINDING LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE AND FAMILY.

like even my totally self indulgent spidersona oc that was ALSO supposed to be stupid fun: she has to keep a fundamental secret about herself and lives a double life where she convinced she's going to be ostracized and judged for this second life she's keeping a secret, and this secret keeps her from developing close relationships. then, when she finally finds peace, it's because she finds people she can share her secret with and they love and accept her anyway because they can relate and most have the same secret. THE MAJORITY OF WHICH WAS WRITTEN WHILE I WAS STRUGGLING TO COME TO TERMS WITH MY SEXUALITY....

and that's not even TOUCHING my works where i was self aware of what emotions i was working thru while writing. those are the things i was just doing for funsies 💀

THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE FUCKING HOUSE

#mattie has original works #mattie gets personal #guess i do get to use this tag again huh #like. literally one day later #there's no reason to post this but i'm tired and i'm a little emo but in that chill reflecting way ya know?#also just a little sick of never talking about anything but still unable to actually say this stuff to anyone #i think i'd rather gnaw my own arm off than say any of this to someone i know in real life #but i still desperately crave connection #it's more like idk who i'd even say this to. i'm not close with anyone like that #so here i sit.#just reading thru my outlines and documents like #...oh.....yeah......so these are all about the same thing #i wonder what mattie is missing in her life?#tbh...yeah....ya know?

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rattkachuk · 11 months

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the way i’ve had a rat king tattoo before i even knew who he was like it was destiny that i ended up a matthew tkachuk fan

#it is now my dual purpose always sunny/matty tkachuk tattoo #i’m really killing it out here #it’s holding a little sceptre in its hands #sometimes i like to draw over it and make it a hockey stick #lmao

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medicinelarrie · 1 year

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Looking for The 1975 tickets for London 12th Jan

#The 1975 #matty healy #Tickets #Looking for tickets #They are for my little sister #I know fuck all about the 1975 but thought I could ask here

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romanromulus · 2 years

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i saw @feralgecko and @jugheadchristsuperstar do this and I wanted to join in! nine of my favorite films. also tagging anyone who wants to share!

@nonsensegnomes ❤️

#im not living with you we occupy the same cage! draw something resembling anything! are you my pa? my name is very fucking confused!#matty is…relentless. no one gets left behind no one gets left behind! some fava beans and a nice chianti #why dont we just wait here a little while—see what happens. youre not the king of dirk!#please let me keep this memory just this one #mine

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ymdslf · 4 months

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i’m sitting here got know where outside of cologne, waiting for my dad, trying to read y book and i just got y second nosebleed of the day. wtf

#mattis talks #i’m reading chalice of the gods btw #also there’s a little puddle of blood by my feet #and my dad should’ve been here by now

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fangisms · 7 months

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hiii i loved „spring breaks loose”!!🤍 could i request another something for theodore, where the reader is quite bubbly and loves talking and he, the quiet guy he is, just likes to listen? and maybe the reader is worried that she talks too much and it could be annoying to him but he’s just so in love that he’s obsessed with all her rabling😭😭 sorry if thats too specific

darling socialite

A/N: um i love this because if someone let me chat their ear off, i would fall in love. i love a chatter and i love a listener 🩷 gif creds: @perfectlyfuckingcivils

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are talkative as all hell, and Theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener. 1.3k words

Warnings: i be cursing, fluff, mild self-consciousness, two dummies in LOVE, mattheo being a perv (boy moment), kissing…, pansy being a slight bitch (lovingly)

Everyday, you look forward to telling Theo anything and everything. Sometimes, you'll get so excited to tell him something that you'll jot it down on the nearest surface. Most of the time, that surface is your hand. Who can blame you; you can't resist the gory details.

Everyday, Theo looks forward to hearing anything and everything from you. You're his favorite news source, his sweetest messenger, his darling socialite, and he is your devoted subscriber. He's worried one day you'll run out of things to tell him, but according to the ink splotches across your skin, there's a slim chance that'll happen.

"Hi, teddy!" you chirp, and he turns to welcome you into the seat beside him. "You will not believe what I saw in the courtyard on my way here: a willow tit!"

Mattheo chokes on a gulp of juice, sputtering in his seat and looking over at you. "Pardon?"

"Don't be crude, Matty. I'm talking about birds."

"Yeah, I got that, I just never realized you’re playing for the other team—"

"Mattheo!" you holler, glaring at him in utter disbelief, "you complete idiot! Birds, as in real birds. As in those things that fly around and chirp and eat berries!"

"Let me get this straight, we're not talking about some bird's tits? Suddenly, I'm uninterested," he says, earning a pointed glare from Theo.

"Anyway," you say, rolling your eyes and facing Theo, "You hardly see them anymore, they're very rare, but I saw one, and it was the cutest creature I've ever seen on campus! It was so round, I could have died. He must've liked all the rain we got over the weekend. I hope he survives the winter and has lots of little tit babies in the spring!"

Theo could not be more head over heels for you while you babble about round tits and babies. He thinks if he ever opens his mouth to respond, he’ll screw it up in an instant. Thank Merlin, he's naturally quiet and content to listen to you all day. And thank Merlin, you never ask for anything more from him.

If only you knew how much he truly adores you and your ramblings. He holds your company in his highest regard and considers every time you choose him a blessing.

You never think too much of Theo's tight-lippedness. You figure if he was completely sick of it, he'd just get up and walk away. Or maybe that's not like him, and maybe you are a bother.

It doesn't help when Pansy skips up to you in the hall and says, "I'm really impressed you're able to hold Theo's attention as long as you do."

"What are you talking about, P?" you say.

"Well... don't you ever worry he's, like... bored with you? I mean, when was the last time he actually contributed to your 'conversations'. I just don't want you to get your hopes up, you know?" —she shrugs it off like it's not an unforgivable curse to the gut—"If I were you, I'd find a more attentive playmate. You can always talk to me!"

"Thanks, Pansy," you say.

"Just looking out for a friend! See ya!"

You nod and wait by the bottom of the stairs as she hops her way up. You didn't think you were getting your hopes up, necessarily. You thought Theo was just a good listener. And sure, he's not super responsive, but he's just shy. That's not his fault.

…

There's a rapping of knuckles at the door, and Mattheo hurdles his bed and reaches for the knob.

"Why, good evening, dearest birdwatcher"—Theo perks up from where he's rifling through his trunk.

"I could say the same to you, perv," you tease, "Is Theo around? I need—"

"To talk to him? Figures. He's just hiding his softcore stash—"

"Shut up!" Theo hollers, popping up and hurrying to the door, a little flushed to find you looking at him, "he's just joking."

Mattheo chuckles, "No, he's right, Theo would never have so much fun"—he dodges the jab to his side—"Alright, I'll leave you two lovebirds to your tits and whatnot. Try not to make too much noise, we have downstairs neighbors." He winks and makes his way down the boys dormitories stairwell.

And suddenly, Theo can't remember the last time he was truly alone with you. No onlookers or eavesdroppers, no Pansy and no Mattheo. Just the two of you. His sweaty palms and your rapid heartbeat.

"I need to ask you something," you finally blurt. He looked so nervous you thought he might throw up over the railing, so you put him out of his misery before he has the chance.

"Yes, yeah, anything," he huffs.

"Well," you say, "I was thinking—just... ruminating, really, because it was suggested that I bore you with my chattiness"—you cross your arms over your chest and look to the floor—"and not that I'm begging for pity or even a response, I just wanted to know how you feel because I realized maybe I don't ask about you enough. You know, like I'm always worried about me, or something, but I do worry about you, too! I just wasn't sure if that's something—if you maybe wanted to talk about it more. Because I can be a good listener! I'd be happy to hear whatever you have to say!"

Theo leans his shoulder against the doorframe, adjusting the bottom of his sweater as it clings to his hips. How could he let you believe you're too much for him. How could he let you believe yourself to be some kind of social burden to him. All because he'd much rather listen to you than contribute his own two cents.

"See! Merlin, even now, I've just talked your ear off while trying to apologize for constantly talking your ear off! And I haven't even apologized, yet! I'm so sorry, Theo, I know it's a problem, and I didn't mean to take advantage of your politeness."

You scuff your sole on the landing with a whine, and he leans to the side to watch you look over the edge. It's so quiet for a moment, he can hear your soft breathing if he focuses on it.

"It's not a problem," Theo says. You look over, lips parted at the smug look on his face. "And if I was the one who suggested otherwise, I couldn't be more apologetic."

It makes you smile. He's just said two very thoughtful things to you. Out loud. To your face. You could crumble.

"No! No, teddy, it wasn't you, it was... doesn't matter. You really don't mind?"

He shakes his head, a little amused, honestly. How could he mind? You’re the greatest thing since dark chocolate, and he’d still give that up. You’d go just as well with his afternoon tea.

“Well, then,” you huff, warmer under his gaze, determined to get this damned apology across.

“Alright,” Theo says. Apology accepted. Apology not even necessary. But still accepted.

“Okay. But next time you catch me rambling, you better just shut me up! Tell me to ‘shush’ or something! It’s a problem, and I give you full permission to—”

He kisses you. He leans down, smug with his fingers under your chin, and he kisses you! Shuts you right up like you’re still some gullible first year completely wooed by his boyish charms! Oh, but he’s kissing you very sweetly. And when your knees go a tad wobbly, he rushes to cradle your elbow.

“Like that?” he says.

“That’s no way to treat a lady, Theodore. You should be completely ashamed of yourself for ever thinkin—”

He kisses you again. More sure and much quicker. Like a reflex. A knee jerk reaction without the kneeing or the jerking. Just his stupidly soft lips.

“Yeah,” you whisper, “that works… but you can’t just kiss me every time you want to shut me up.”

“No”—he pecks your lips, fingers gentle at your cheek—“I plan on kissing you much more often than that.”

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#theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott fluff #theodore nott fluff #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #fluff #fanfic #hp universe #x reader #fanfiction #x female reader #x fem!reader #theo nott x fem!reader #friends to lovers

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spirits-having-flown · 5 months

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“matthew, it is with heavy heart i say goodbye. the times we had together are honestly among the favorite times of my life. it was an honor to share the stage with you and to call you my friend. i will always smile when i think of you and i’ll never forget you. never. spread your wings and fly brother, you’re finally free. much love. and i guess you’re keeping the 20 bucks you owe me.” - matt leblanc

“i am so grateful for every moment i had with you matty and i miss you every day. when you work with someone as closely as i did with matthew, there are thousands of moments i wish i could share. for now here's one of my favorites. to give a little backstory, chandler and monica were supposed to have a one night fling in london. but because of the audience's reaction, it became the beginning of their love story. in this scene, before we started rolling, he whispered a funny line for me to say. he often did things like that. he was funny and he was kind. 🤍🕊️" - courteney cox

“oh boy this one has cut deep... having to say goodbye to our matty has been an insane wave of emotions that i've never experienced before. we all experience loss at some point in our lives. loss of life or loss of love. being able to really sit in this grief allows you to feel the moments of joy and gratitude for having loved someone that deep. and we loved him deeply. he was such a part of our dna. we were always the 6 of us. this was a chosen family that forever changed the course of who we were and what our path was going to be. for matty, he knew he loved to make people laugh. as he said himself, if he didn't hear the 'laugh' he thought he was going to die. his life literally depended on it. and boy did he succeed in doing just that. he made all of us laugh. and laugh hard. in the last couple weeks, i've been pouring over our texts to one another. laughing and crying then laughing again. i'll keep them forever and ever. i found one text that he sent me out of nowhere one day. it says it all. matty, i love you so much and i know you are now completely at peace and out of any pain. i talk to you every day... sometimes i can almost hear you saying "could you BE any crazier?" rest little brother. you always made my day... ❤️🕊️” - jennifer aniston

“matty, thank you for ten incredible years of laughter and creativity. i will never forget your impeccable comic timing and delivery. you could take a straight line of dialogue and bend it to your will, resulting in something so entirely original and unexpectedly funny it still astonishes. and you had heart. which you were generous with, and shared with us, so we could create a family out of six strangers. this photo is from one of my favorite moments with you. now it makes me smile and grieve at the same time. i imagine you up there, somewhere, in the same white suit, hands in your pockets, looking around— "Could there BE any more clouds?” “ - david schwimmer

“shot the pilot, friends like us, got picked up then immediately, we were at the nbc upfronts. then... you suggested we play poker and made it so much fun while we initially bonded. thank you for that. thank you for making me laugh so hard at something you said, that my muscles ached, and tears poured down my face every day. thank you for your open heart in a six way relationship that required compromise. and a lot of "talking." thank you for showing up at work when you weren't well and then, being completely brilliant. thank you for the best 10 years a person gets to have. thank you for trusting me. thank you for all I learned about grace and love through knowing you. thank you for the time i got to have with you, matthew.” - lisa kudrow

friends cast remembers matthew perry 🤍🕊️

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luv4kozume · 4 months

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🪐 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 — MATT STURNIOLO

Sub!Matt x Dom!Fem!Reader

Contains: Swearing, childhood past + enemies to lovers?, teasing, m!masturbation, begging, handjob, unprotected sex, riding, creampie. Not proof read!

Synopsis: A story in which Matt has conflicting feelings about you because of the past. He decides to fix his little problem alone in his bedroom but the night takes a turn when you accidentally mistake his room for Nick’s.

Word Count: 2,014

💋 — Requested: “begging for a sub!matt x reader, enemies 2 lovers kinda beat since childhood IDEK”

a/n: I LOVE reading enemies to lovers but I never wrote it so this is my first time, bare w me fr. But I honestly think I cooked w this! 🫡

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You were such a tease. Matt’s eyes never left your body the moment you stepped foot through the front door. He hadn’t seen you in years, his past self would be disgusted with the thoughts that filled his head right now. No way he was having these feelings for the girl that used to bully him in school.

But there was no mistaking you for your past self anymore. He didn’t know exactly what happened, but he was truly amazed by the young woman that appeared in front of him.

You stood around in the kitchen, catching up with Nick. Chris laying on the couch scrolling through his phone as Matt slouched back into the couch. His thumbs scrolling on his phone but you couldn’t help but catch him glancing up at you every now and then.

But he just couldn’t help himself. You were so different now. So beautiful and delicate. Your beauty had nearly washed away all the teasing memories he had of you.

His eyes bounced off your curves, admiring the way your jeans hugged around your waist. It really outlined the plump shape of your ass. Your cleavage was exposed through the bit of your fitted tank top, a dainty necklace sitting just on top of your breasts.

Blood rushed down to his dick, throbbing with excitement. This was all new for him and most definitely odd for him to accept. Being so physically attracted to someone that used to be so mean.

“The fuck are you staring at, Matty?” You say with a stern tone, snapping the brunette out of his lustful daze.

Nope. Definitely still a bitch. Matt thought to himself, letting out a sigh and rolling his eyes before bringing his attention back to his phone.

“Quit the Mattitude. Nobody wants to deal with that shit so late at night.” Nick said, his voice loud and firm.

“I’m going to bed.” Chris replied, not wanting to get involved with whatever was brewing in living room.

“Shit, me too.” Matt huffed as he got up from the couch. He groaning as he stretched out his arms, the hem of his hoodie coming up a bit exposing his happy trail and the waistband of his briefs. It took everything in you to keep from staring. You even wondered if he had done that on purpose.

You watched as Matt dragged his feet against the floor, slowly making his way to his bedroom. You turned your attention back to Nick after hearing the door click shut.

“Anyways, y/n, you’re more than welcome to spend a night. Just ignore Matt.” He told you, giving you a smile as if to make up for his brother’s behavior.

“It’s alright, Matt’s always been like that. Do you mind if I take a shower right now?” You reply.

“No, not all. Here let me get you some towels.” Nick said, guiding you down the hall.

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Your feet sank down into the plush bathroom mat as you wrapped your towel around your damp body.

You switch off the light and push open the bathroom door, making your way down the hall towards Nick’s bedroom. He had told you earlier to grab some clothes to sleep in from his closet.

Your eyes were glued to your phone as you walked. The light leaving a glow on your face, outlining your soft features.

Finally reaching his door, you grab onto the doorknob and twisting it open. Only to realize you had made a mistaken and found Matt in bed instead.

“Oh!” You gasp, not even knowing how to properly react.

There sat the boy you used to tease back in school, sprawled out in bed leaning against the pillows. One hand wrapped around the base of his dick, the other one holding his phone.

His grey sweatpants were kicked off onto the floor and was left shirtless, the low hue of the moon outlining his toned features. The waistband of his red briefs rested just past his thighs, just enough for him to touch himself.

Blood rushed down to his cheeks as he quickly grabbed onto his covers, as if that were able to hide everything you just saw.

“What the hell?!” He practically screamed, his eyes brows furrowing.

“What were you doing just now?” You ask, your lips curling up into a devious smirk. Of course you knew the answer as it was painfully obvious. But you absolutely loved how flustered he’d get from your teasing.

“What kind of question is that? Get the fuck out.” He muttered, making sure to avoid all eye contact with you. But he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across your body, how sweet it looks all wrapped up in nothing else other than a towel.

His somewhat harsh words didn’t seem very truthful. In fact, you were confident that he wanted you to stay instead.

You decided to play along with his little act, shutting the door behind yourself before you crawling into bed with him.

Your gaze interlocked with his hooded eyes, filled with need and lust. Finally dropping them down to his still glowing phone, to find pictures of you.

“Awe. You’re all pent up because of me?” You cooed, both your legs straddling around Matt’s waist.

He hissed in response, feeling your delicate hand wrap around his cock, “Fuck! Don’t flatter yourself.”

He looked up at you with furrowed brows, trying his best to keep this little tough guy act together. But you could see right past that. You and him both knew that deep down he wanted to be fucked.

Fucked to the point of begging, whimpering, and crying. And shit, you needed it too.

“Seems like your dick speaks for itself. Did you throb this much when you were alone?” You say, your voice low and soft.

Matt’s breaths quickened as he watched you start to twist and pump his length with your soft hand. Everything you did and said sent shivers down his spine, already to tap out.

“S-shit.” Matt mumbled, his fingers clenching the sheets below him.

He had completely melted in your touch. You peppered soft gentle kisses along the nape of his neck, earning a trail of whines from him.

You slowly teased him with your lips, feeling him buck his hips up into your hand. Desperately trying to get more friction. Each time you pressed your plush lips against his skin he felt like passing out. It was one thing to masturbate to you, but actually having you here was a completely different.

His eyes dropped down to your cleavage again, your breasts pressing their way out of your towel. Your back arched slightly, giving him little to no imagination when it came to your waist and ass. You plump thighs squeezing around him ever so slightly. Fuck, it was just all too much for him.

His heavy breaths slowly turned into a few strangled moans as he was visibly struggling to keep himself from cumming embarrassingly fast in just your hand.

You pull away from his neck, looking up into his eyes.

“Surely you can last longer than that, Matty.” You tease, giving him a few more pity strokes before pulling away your hand.

You hummed in amusement hearing the brunette whine, needing more of your sweet touch.

“Please. I need it.” Matt mumbled, his dick throbbing so much it slowly began to hurt. He needed for his dick to be buried deep inside your cunt, feeling you squeeze around him as you bounced on him.

“Need what? You gotta be specific, Matty.” You say as your fingers slipped under your towel, finally discarding it.

He was convinced you were trying to kill him, as you sat there completely nude for him. The dim moonlight bouncing off your curves, outlining your perky breasts, your seductive waist, and the delicious mounds of your hips and ass. It drove him absolutely insane to say the least.

“Your pussy.” Matt muttered, his voice laced with lust and desire.

You gave him a cheeky smile as you slithered your arms around his shoulders. One of your hands grabbing onto the base of his member, dragging the tip of it along your slick wet folds.

“What was that?” You coaxed. “Gotta be louder.”

His face gave off that he was not very amused with your painful teasing, but his cock told another story.

But he’d never openly admit how you had him wrapped around your finger.

“Please, y/n. I need your pussy wrapped around me so bad.” He whined, watching as you continued to tease him.

Finally lowering yourself on him, only allowing just the tip of dick to press its way inside of you. A series of whimpers and little cries poured from him, as brought your hips down to his taking in every inch of his dick.

“Love hearing you beg.” You reply, grabbing on to his wrists and bringing his hands up to your waist.

You pressed your lips against his, waiting no time to slip your tongue past his sweet lips. You started to rock your hips in an agonizingly slow pace as the both of your tongues intertwined together.

Matt’s fingers pressed deeper into your skin as the grip around your body got tighter, begging you to go faster. But even he knew he had to speak up.

You grinded against a bit faster, but it still just wasn’t enough for poor Matt. He pulled away from the kiss, hiding his flustered face in the crook of your neck. He was trying his best to be good for you, to not thrust up inside you and have his own way.

“Faster please.” He mumbled, his sweet voice nearly inaudible.

“Speak up, Matty.” You reply, cupping his face and bringing it up to look in his hooded eyes.

“Please, I need more. Just a little faster.” He begged, his voice whiny and raspy.

His words made your pussy fluttered, more than excited to comply to his needy wish. Your hands flattened against his chest, gently pushing him back into headboard. He watched, giving you a pout as you adjusted your hips just before meeting his hips with faster movements.

“Fuck!” He whined, caught in a haze as he watched the way your tits bounced each time you fucked yourself on his dick.

The lewd sound of your cunt squelching as you sank down on his length, taking him whole filled his ears. His face and ears grew hotter by the second and his hands traveled down to your ass. Giving the plush skin a harsh squeeze that encouraged you to go faster.

Matt threw his head back, taken away by pure ecstasy from your sweet pussy. The sounds of both of your moans and cries along with the slapping of your bodies colliding filled the room. It would be a miracle if nobody heard.

Butterflies swarmed around in your stomach as your walls clamped down on his dick. Your pussy fluttered feeling his dick throb inside you.

“Can I please cum inside?” Matt begged, looking into your eyes. His eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks flushed as he watched your every move.

“Yes. Be a good boy, Matty, and cum for me.” You reply, a smirk sneaking across your face. Your own orgasm sneaking up on you as well, as you continued bouncing on his dick.

“Fuck. Please don’t stop, I’m so close.” He choked out, his hands letting go of your ass and tracing all over your body. Watching as his dick slid in and out of your sopping wet cunt.

It wasn’t long before Matt was curled up into you, feeling the way your pussy clenched around him as you finished. His hands grabbing all over your body pulling you in as close as you’d let him as he filled your pussy up with his warm thick load.

He let out a low grunt when he finished inside you, followed by a few whimpers and heavy breaths as he came down from his high.

“Such a good boy, Matty.” You say, running your fingers through his soft hair.

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mrsriddlenott · 4 months

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The Seventh Day Of Smutmas

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~ Stocking Stuffers ~

dom!Theo x sub!Reader x switch!Mattheo

Summary: Insanely horny Mattheo and Theo help you decorate for Christmas in your cute holiday themed outfit and hear you refer to putting gifts in their stocking as needing to stuff their stockings, and can’t help but get distracted by the idea of stuffing your stickings with a gift too.

Warnings: Teasing, Cumplay, Threesome, no Penetration as Punishment, Overstimulation, Sword Fight, Thigh Fucking.

The way you strode around the house in your velvety red dress with matching stockings was driving the boys crazy. They’d already had two talks about the way you swayed your hips and spoke to them in a higher pitched voice than usual, you were baiting them, you knew they couldn’t keep their eyes off you and you loved it. So they agreed to deprive you of all their attention as they continued decorating. That was until they felt your presence behind them, Mattheo locking eyes with Theo, begging him to let him succumb to your desires as your hands ran up their biceps to their shoulders.

“We still need to stuff the stockings,” Theo’s jaw clenched noticeably as he turned to you with angry eyes. Watching as you purposefully poked your chest out further, smiling as his eyes trailed across you before returning to your pleading eyes.

“Are you trying to get another punishment?” Theo asked you, trying to ignore the way you batted your eyes up to him sweetly as Mattheo made his way behind you. His rough hands tugging at your waist, pulling you into him as his lips attacked your neck, unable to control himself as he forced a gasp from you.

“Come on Mattheo,” Theo rolled his eyes as he watched his boyfriend and girlfriend, “You’re too fucking easy on her, you always give in.” He sighed, groaning as Mattheo licked up to your ear, eliciting a moan from your lips before he spoke.

“Hey! She deserves it. Look at her, she’s all dressed up for us,” Mattheo shook your hips slightly in his big hands with a bright smile, watching Theo’s eyes fall to watch your thighs shake, climbing up your body as your tits threatened to slip past the fluffy edge of your Christmas outfit.

“Yeah Teddy, I picked it out just for you guys. Look it barely covers my panties!!” You said excitedly as you turned in Mattheo’s arms, his hands migrating to your ass where the straps of your stockings disappeared, connecting to the matching underwear that peaked out from under the fluff on the hem of the Christmas dress.

“Look at her Theo, she’s been such a Good Girl today, practically giving us a show all afternoon,” Theo scoffed at his boyfriend’s words, rolling his eyes but being unable to stop himself watching Mattheo’s hands as they groped your ass, lifting your dress to expose you fully for your boyfriends.

“If you call being a little tease good than sure, but I think she’s been a but naughty,” Theo joked, stepping forward with a harsh smack to your ass before continuing, “Way too naughty for this little Santa outfit, but I guess that’s what makes it so fucking sexy.” He laughed as Mattheo chuckled, letting Theo tug you around to face him.

“Don’t think you’re getting off the hook, you wanna wear this cute little outfit then you can keep it on while me and Matty….stuff your stockings” The two laughed as your brows scrunched, eyeing Theo and cocking your head back to silently plead with Mattheo for only a second before Theo’s rough hand was tugging your chin back to face him.

“You’re gonna stand here and look pretty in your little outfit okay Baby,” Mattheo whispered into your ear as the clank of two belts filled the room, the boys seemed to know exactly what they wanted to do with you as though they were communicating without you knowing. Soon, Theo was tugging you forward, one hand on his hard cock as he spoke, “Are you okay with this? Do you want us to use you like a pretty little doll to get off?”

You were immediately shaking your head yes and within seconds Mattheo’s hands roughly grabbed your hips, forcing your thighs together before shoving his leaking tip between them with a breathy moan, fucking into your thighs as his arm came around your stomach to hold you in place. Theo watched as Mattheo’s dick moved against your plush thighs, watching his red tip poke fully out towards him before disappearing between your flesh teasingly. Theo felt himself twitch in his hand at the sight, your head tossed back against his shoulder as you squirmed around him waiting for Theo to join in on the fun.

Mattheo’s hooded eyes met Theo’s, his lazy smile disappearing as he moaned against your neck, practically begging him to help him find his release. Theo roughly grabbed your waist, lining himself up above Mattheo and shoving himself through, forcing a whine of a moan from the boy behind you as their dicks rubbed against each other. They timed their thrusts perfectly to rub fully against each other with each pull, Theo’s cock just barley rubbing up against your clit teasingly as he focused entirely on Mattheo’s pleasure as he whined behind you.

The feeling of your thighs surrounding him as the veins of Theo’s dick rubbed against his making him whine uncontrollably as he bit into your neck out of embarrassment causing you to squeal and clench your thighs harder around your boyfriends, eliciting loud moans from the both of them before Theo spoke again, “Don’t hide those fucking noises Matty, you’re almost as bad as her sometimes, you’re getting punished too.” He casually teased as he pushed Mattheo’s face away from your neck forcing him to moan and whine every time their tips touched, jolting him forward against you as you wiggled and moaned from the slightest touch.

Mattheo’s thrusts we’re becoming sloppy and faster, smacking his balls against the back of your thighs with a bruising pace before he was stuttering against you with a loud moan. His breath fanning over you shoulder as thick spurts of his cum painted your stockings and covered Theo’s cock as he continued to thrust into your thighs, pulling away before Theo tugged his front against your back, “I didn’t say to fucking stop, you’re not done until I am Mattheo.”

Theo fucked into your thighs slowly, watching Mattheo shake as his arms fully enclosed you, his mouth focused on your neck and shoulders to keep him from whining. The sight of him fucked out and slowly going limp between your thighs as he drained himself down your stockings sending him over the edge as he stuttered against you, leaning in further to nip at Mattheo’s neck and force him to whine in his ear pushing Theo over his edge as he covered your panties and thighs with his cum, mixing with Mattheo’s as it soaked into your stockings.

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