Shaquilles-0atmeal - Ana

what i wouldn’t give for a hug from my favorite fictional characters right now

☆ . . . matt stares up at you with a grin as you bounce on his cock, his fingers gripping your hips tightly as he tries to control the pace, but with the way you're moving on top of him—the way your pussy swallows him whole, he's losing himself way too quickly for his liking.

his bottom lip tucks between his teeth and small grunts rumble at the back of his throat when his cock hits that spot inside you that has your gummy walls squeezing around him.

matt's trying his hardest not to cum too quickly, but with how the grin slowly fades from his lips and his eyebrows knit together, you know he can't hold back any longer.... and you feel so confident when he fills you.

matt thinks you're going to get off of him after he's done, but when he sees that you're not going anywhere—and somehow you hips move faster—those small grunts he makes turns into whines.

he's trying his hardest to speak to you; to tell you to slow down or to move off of him because he can't cum anymore, but his words fail him. he physically can't form a coherent sentence.

all he can do is let you do what you please, and his body goes slack and his head throws back against the plush pillows, teeth almost breathing through the skin of his lip as you continue bouncing on his cock.

and you're laughing.

you're fucking laughing at him.

matt manages to finally use his words, but he's a blubbering mess. his blunt fingernails dig into your hips as he rambles about how its impossible for him to cum again.. so he thinks, because with the way he's sucking in deep breathes and his stomach tightens, he realises that he is, in-fact, going to cum again if you keep squeezing around him the way you already are.

the cry he lets out is heavenly, and his mouth falls open, his eyes screwed shut and his head falls back against his pillow as he spills inside of you, and you follow close behind.

there's tears clumping his lashes together, and his cheeks are flushed. his body jerks and twitches uncontrollably as his cum leaks from between your thighs.

© sturnioz

Guys that are so pathetically in love with genius girls it makes them look stupid

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝑊𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝐸

↳ mattheo riddle x fem!reader (angst, slight fluff)

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 1,5k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : you’re forced to work with your ex boyfriend on a potions project. (“you don’t hate me ?/could never hate you”)

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if there was one thing every wizard knew about the world’s infamous mattheo riddle, it was that the brown haired boy was a professional at holding grudges. ever since the two of you had broken up against your will a couple of months ago, leaving your soul hollow and your heart shattered, he had been avoiding you like the plague. as if you hadn’t once been his other half, a fragment of his soul, your relationship was buried deep, replaced by an usual facade of sarcasm and bitterness.

breaking mattheo’s walls down had taken time and patience from you, the result of years of slowly trying to earn his trust and make your way into his heart. however when you two called it off, his demeanour completely changed. in the blink of an eye he’d become closed off and distant again, nonchalantly deciding to ignore the way the two of you could’ve had it all if he hadn’t thrown it all away.

“get over it, it’s been months already” the voice in your head echoed when you found yourself analysing the situation for the hundredth time instead of focusing in class. without noticing, your attention had completely shifted from professors snape’s monotonous potions lesson to the one and only boy that occupied your mind, and it seemed, your heart too. straightening your posture and leaning back in your chair, you brought your focus back to what your teacher was saying.

being about to raise your hand to tell the professor that he’d forgotten to pair you up for the upcoming potions project, you were interrupted by a loud sound coming from behind you. there was a boy, entering the classroom in the middle of the lesson without a care in the world. no other mattheo riddle, the one and only brunette who perpetually clouded your thoughts.

“glorious entrance as always, mr riddle. you sure know how to stand out” bitterly declared the teacher, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. you restrained yourself from turning around, the sudden shift in the atmosphere sending tingles down your spine. over the past few months, it had become a habit everytime the familiar brunette boy entered the room. “i was just about to pair up the last student for the upcoming project” pursed snape while mattheo casually sat down in the back of the class.

and there it was. the realisation. “given your delay, you won’t have a choice. you will have to work with mrs delarose.” your shoulders tensed at the sound of your last name. of course he had to pair you, the perfect and smart student, with your troublemaker ex boyfriend. “so much for getting over it” you thought, anxiously biting your bottom lip and thinking about the consequences of snape’s decision. the rest of the classroom had already moved on and began writing down some notes, leaving only you and mattheo reeling at the though of having to face eachother again.

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hours passed slowly until the sun finally set on hogwarts. the walls of the castle echoed with the sound of students heading to the great hall, but you had a different destination in mind. holding your potions textbook tightly in your arms, you made your way to the astronomy tower, a place that once held beautiful memories, but now only reminded you of what you had lost.

you hesitated at the bottom of the staircase, your heart hammering in your chest. you knew mattheo would be up there, waiting, and the thought made your breath catch. but there was no escaping this and snape had made sure of that. when you finally reached the platform, you found mattheo already there, leaning against the stone wall. he didn’t turn around, but you knew he was aware of your presence. the silence between you was thick and almost suffocating.

“we should get started,” you finally said, breaking the tension that hung in the air. your voice was steadier than you felt, not giving away how nervous you were feeling about finally talking to him again. “yeah,” mattheo replied, his tone void of emotion. he turned to face you, his eyes dark and unreadable. “let’s just get this over with.”

you nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. without even properly greeting eachother, the two of you sat down and got to work in silence, the only sounds coming from the soft bubbling of the potion. despite the close proximity, it felt like there was a barrier of unsaid thoughts between you. as the potion simmered in the cauldron, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. his face once so familiar, seemed distant and unapproachable. you wondered if he ever thought about what you had or if he had truly managed to bury it all under his layers of indifference.

“why did it have to end like this?” the question slipped out before you registered it, your voice barely above a whisper. you weren’t sure if you wanted him to answer, or to brush it off like he usually did. mattheo froze, his hand hovering over the cauldron. for a moment, you thought he might not respond and that he would continue to pretend you didn’t exist. but then he sighed softly and spoke up.

“because i thought it was for the best,” he said quietly, not meeting your gaze. “but i was wrong.” your heart skipped a beat at his admission, causing it to beat a little faster. “then why are you still pushing me away?” you asked, “why are we still doing this?” mattheo finally looked up from the cauldron, his eyes betraying the emotions he’d tried so hard to hide. “because it’s easier to be angry than to feel the pain,” he confessed. “i thought that if i hated you, it would make it easier to forget. but i can’t.”

the raw honesty in his words ignited something inside you, and before you knew it, you spoke up again. “you don’t hate me ?” mattheo stared at you, his expression torn between surprise and guilt. for a long moment, he didn’t move, as if he was replaying your words in his head. “i never hated you. never have, never will” he confessed in a whisper.

the words hung in the air between you and you felt a tightness in your chest ease just a little, like a weight lifting. "then why did we have to go through all of this?" you asked, your voice soft, not accusing but genuinely curious. "why did we let it get this far?"

mattheo closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. when he opened them again, he looked at you with regret. "because i was scared," he admitted, "scared of how much you meant to me. of how much losing you would hurt. scared of bringing you into my dark life, or making you my father’s target.” he confessed, taking deep breaths. “so, i thought if i distanced myself and if i pushed you away, it would make it easier. but it didn’t. it just made everything worse."

“i didn’t want that. i never would’ve pushed you away because of who you are.” you declared, mattheo’s eyes searching yours as if trying to see if you were genuine. then, he muttered. "i don’t want to keep hurting you," he said, his voice low and rough with emotions. "and i didn’t want to break up with you, i just thought… i thought you deserved better and i was being selfish”

you felt a spark of hope, something you hadn’t felt in a long time, and chuckled. "you were selfish for stealing my chocolate bars and for wanting me to give you scalp massages all the time. most of all, you were selfish for breaking up with me" you said simply, offering him a small, tentative smile. "but never for thinking you didn’t deserve my love."

he let out a small smile at your familiar banter and for a moment, neither of you moved. the reality of what you were saying seemed was too fragile to touch. and could at any moment. but then mattheo reached out, his hand hesitating for just a second before gently taking yours. the touch was warm, grounding, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a sense of peace.

"really ?" he said, his voice soft but filled with curiosity. you nodded, squeezing his hand lightly as he looked at you to make sure you meant it. "really." you echoed, the silence of the night wrapping itself comfortably around the two of you.

you realized that while the past couldn’t be erased, the future was still yours to make. maybe the universe (and mattheo) would try to keep you away, but you’ll always end up coming back to eachother no matter what. that was just the simple truth, mattheo riddle was your person, and you were his.

“i’m still expecting chocolate bars and scalp massages, though…”

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slut.

POV: You and Matt listen to music and chat about random topics after a picnic in the woods

(for a better experience, use headphones 🎧 )

• Also, listen to: Matt drives you home on a rainy night

Hi! I was wondering if I could request headcanons abt Stiles Stilinski hugs? As in how and how often they are? How would he react if reader came for his comforting hugs when feeling down? (Platonic gn best friend reader). Lmao I think he gives good hugs and it could help with the stress. Sorry if it sounds weird! Thank you in advance!

I'm so sorry for the wait, I just finished my finals :)) and nonnie that doesn't sound weird omg I love hugs :(

hugging stiles, headcanons edition

hear me out; stiles' love language is physical affection and acts of service alright?

and growing up he didn't really get much of the former, so he always made sure to show up and show out with the latter

being his best friend for most of your lives, you get used to his random acts of service

one day you'd mention you like this one drink, so every time he visits the store he makes sure to get it for you.

"aww Stiles, you really shouldn't have!"

"I remember once you said you like it and it was in front of me, hehe" he'd awkwardly rub the back of his neck

he goes shopping and sees your favorite perfume— he'd get it for you

he finds a new addition to your favorite comic, one he knows you don't have, he'd get it for you

randomly taking a walk with Scott or something and sees something that reminds him of you, he'd get it for you

one day, he's spending the night over, and he wakes up sweating a storm from a nightmare

you so happen to be a light sleeper and his sudden jolt wakes you up too

he's shivering and shaking and can't steady his breathing so you do what anyone would do— help him calm down

once he's steady again and got his thoughts in order, you wrap your arms around his and hug him tightly

you two go back to sleep hugging, and he doesn't mind it one bit

that was just the beginning of it.

at first it was cuddling to go to sleep, to help stop his nightmares from invading his dreamland

then it's hugs when he's clearly upset or is not in a good mood

then it's hugs when you're in a mood

then it's hugs when you're happy, or when he's happy

it slowly develops until its hugs when he's working, you just casually wrap your arms around his shoulders and he'd lean into you, completely relaxed

and one day he just casually hugs you when he sees you around the pack and he keeps you in his arms for a bit

they start asking questions of course, if you two are a thing

"What? pffftt no, y/n and I are just friends. Can't friends hug?"

they don't believe him, but they let him be— for now

it happens all the time after that, whenever you two are around each other you just immediately gravitate towards one another and wrap your arms around each other

they get used to it after a while, even stiles' dad found it a bit suspicious at first

"so what's going on with y/n?"

"hmm? Oh nothing, I don't know why everyone keeps saying that. I just really enjoy their hugs."

he'd be so sweet about them damn hugs too pls

he hugs you tight and doesn't let go until your hold on him softens

sometimes even then he doesn't let go

his hugs are always so warm and gentle, you never want to leave them

and when he's rubbing your back? oohhmygod

sometimes he'd whisper sweet nothings into your hair or neck when you're upset

he's try his best to make you feel better with affection

and ykw? It works every single damn time

never seen something I agree with more than this

the only correct ranking of rory’s boyfriends:

jess

logan

dean

end of story

CHRIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE YELL AT ME ITS SO HOOOOTTTT

writing an angst based of that first clip btw

This is what he sounds like after he nut’s inside you.

(ik this from personal experiences)