#mattheo riddle thoughts

[nottscherry]

saw that you wanted to write for dealer!mattheo, so here it is. reader is with like mutual friends, aka the gang or whatever, and they give her a cigarette to try, and Mattheo walks in and sees, and he’s all soft with her, saying it isn’t good for her, but is about to kill the others. just want some fluff 😍

“here, you want one?” enzo asks, a cigarette tucked between his lips as he hands you one. you hesitate a moment, thinking about what mattheo said about you smoking. he always made sure you understand the dangers of smoking and that he didn’t want that for you — he refused to let you near one because he wasn’t about to risk your health just because of his lifestyle.

slowly, you pluck the cigarette from between enzo’s fingers, slowly bringing it up to your lips and tucking it between the plump flesh. theo leans forwards in his seat to where you are sitting, the bright orange flame making your eyes widen as he brings his lighter to your cigarette. before you can even suck to light it up, mattheo walks through the patio door, his eyes going straight to the cigarette between your lips. his eyes widen and he practically lunges forward, snatching the cigarette from you. theo jumps back, your eyes wide as you look up at mattheo. you expected him to be upset about you trying to smoke, but his eyes are soft as he squats down to look at you better.

mattheo’s hands cup your face gently, his calloused thumb gently stroking your cheek bone. “hey. remember what i told you about cigarettes?” his voice is soft, matching his eyes. you thought mattheo might get angry considering he’s told you numerous times to not smoke, you’re taken aback by his calm demeanor. slowly, you nod your head, mattheo nodding along with you. “they’re bad for you, angel. i don’t want you smoking them, okay? you are my priority, it’s my job to take care of you. i can’t have you smoking and ruining your pretty lungs, huh? the lungs that give you the breath to tell me you love me.”

a smile curls at your lips, mattheo mirroring your grin as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “you’re too pretty for that, okay? i want what’s best for you, baby.” mattheo says softly, eyes searching yours as he waits for your response. “i know, matty. it won’t happen again, i promise.” you smiled, leaning in and letting your lips brush against his. mattheo grinned, his hand cupping the back of your neck and pressing his lips firmly to yours, fingers threading through your hair.

“since when did he get all sensitive and mushy like that?” enzo asks theo, watching you and mattheo exchange ‘i love you’s’. theo snorts at the disgusted look on enzo’s face. “she’s got him wrapped around her finger.” theo blows out a cloud of smoke, his eyes widening and body tensing as he suddenly notices mattheo glaring at him and enzo. he knows that murderous glare all to well… him and enzo were fucked. they should’ve never given you that cigarette and they were about to learn why.

more dealer!mattheo.

[ur-local-wizard]

silence: a drabble

Mattheo Riddle would be the type of man to despise silence. It reminds him of the eeriness that encompassed his childhood home. The long, dark hallways where every creaking floorboard could hint at upcoming doom. The cold draft that always seemed to follow him, no matter where he went in the manor. The whisper of the thin curtains flowing by the window in the parlor. The smell of dust and something ancient. Now, when silence falls upon him, he's overcome with the need to fill it. Whether that’s with words, music, or the tap of his fingers against wood; no matter what, he finds a way. 

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[eternalbuckley]

mattheo being an annoying, teasing asshole — rockstar!au

warnings: mdni 18+, fem!/afab!reader, spanking, teasing, mirror sex, hair pulling, cowgirl and doggy style, praise kink, breeding kink, p in v — if I forgot something, please let me know!

"god, you were so fuckin' hot on stage tonight, pretty girl," mattheo groaned hoarsely into your ear as he pounded into you while you were on top of him. you were gripping down on his shoulders, leaving marks with your fingernails in his skin as he praised you. "was thinking about getting to fuck you senseless while i watched you perform," he kissed your neck and sucked on your skin a few times to leave a few marks on your skin.

he noticed that you were close and right before you were about to come, he pulled out of you and quickly changed your positions. your moans grew louder as mattheo immediately started to pound into you again as soon as you were on your knees and hands. he increased his pace as he fucked into you from behind and watched the reflection of your face in the mirror. his grip on your hips tightened with each moan of you as his thrusts became harder. mattheo watched your ass jiggle with each time your ass and his hips met. the skin clapping and wet noises as his cock slid in and out of your pussy made him even more eager to come deep inside of you, painting your walls with it. he wanted to watch his cum drip out of you — he loved that sight of you. he loved that he was the only person who could get you to such a feeling.

"fuck, baby," your breath hitched as you felt his palm connecting with your ass a few times with esch thrust. you were sure you‘d see the marks of his palm tomorrow morning. "don‘t fucking stop i‘m-"

he leaned down to you, "i know, baby, i can feel it. jus' wait a little more, alright?" he whispered into your ear and watched you nod lightly. but a quiet, annoyed whine left your lips as he slowed down for a moment. "patience, pretty girl. patience is what you need, huh?" he teased.

you rolled your eyes as you looked up into the mirror and noticed his shit eating grin. you hated how easily he could get you on the edge sometimes. "fuck y—" a loud moan left your lips as he suddenly hardly thrusted into you. "you wanna finish tonight or not, baby?" he asked with a smirk — he knew what you were trying to do but he also knew how to handle you.

"i hate you."

he chuckled and pulled you up towards his chest by your hair, the new position making you feel more desperate to come. "if you hate me that much, why are you letting me fuck you stupid almost every night, pretty girl, hm?" he continued to slowly thrust into you, not yet giving you what you desperately wanted. he wanted you to say it out loud

you groaned annoyingly — you wouldn‘t beg for it that easily, even if you needed to come. you wouldn’t beg. it would be a long night for both of you.

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[lovesincerely]

I feel like Tom, as an older brother to Mattheo would totally look down on him for not styling his curly hair like Tom does. I also think that when they were younger Tom decided to style mattheos hair the way Tom does and Mattheo hated it so he washed it out immediately and Tom held a grudge against him for that

[nottsangel]

I feel like mattheo would eat you out for dinner lunch and breakfast and in between, he would come up and kiss you after you cum.

and i feel like you’re right! he’s the type of bf to sloppily make out with you after devouring you cause he wants you to taste yourself <3 he’d also drag his fingers along your sensitive, dripping cunt to gather your arousal before slipping his wet digits into your mouth, making you lick them clean <33

[prettiestlovergirl]

babes i have an idea!

what do you think of period smut with luke/mattheo when they learn that sex can help with cramps?

so, my dear anon, i actually have a period sex with bff! luke in the works, SO i'm gonna save my thoughts for him 🤭.

not super descriptive, just a small description <3

tw: MDNI; period sex; fingering; aftercare; unprotected sex; french! mattheo riddle.

but MATTHEO.

he's normally rough with you, constantly teasing and messing with you, but when you're on your period he becomes whatever you need him to be. he becomes the soothing, sweet nothing-cooing boyfriend of your dreams

he's got whatever candies you've asked for, lays with you as long as you need, pressing his warm hands to your abdomen to aid in the relief you desperately sought out.

i think that he would be a bit hesitant initially after you asked him to help you. not because he's grossed out, but more because he's worried about hurting you when you're so vulnerable.

however, once you explain that it's actually supposed to help, he's on board. he sees how much pain your cramps put you in, he wants to do anything to help his poor princesse.

he'd make sure that you were comfortably laid back on the bed, surrounded by all the pillows you could possibly want. he's doing this for you, for your comfort, so he makes sure that you're as happy as can be.

he takes his time worshipping you, pressing soft kisses to your body and murmuring sweet nothings as his fingers pump in and out of you gently.

he checks in a lot more with you when your on your period, making sure your whimpers and whines are more from pleasure than pain. unlike your regular sex life, he gives in to your every want, never denying you a single thing.

he praises you constantly, using a series of sweet pet names that make you just feel so loved and cared for by him. ma douce, mon cœur, mon âme.

if you needed more than just his fingers to help soothe you, he would happily comply. again, he'd make sure you were absolutely comfortable before positioning himself between your thighs.

he'd place his hands on your lower abdomen, rubbing his thumbs in massaging circles as he gently thrusts into you. you're so tight around him, it's definitely a struggle to keep from moving as slow as he was.

he continues to praise you, lips wrapped gently around your sore n tender breasts, tipping you over the edge and providing you with some sweet, sweet relief.

afterwards, he'll just hold you, continuing to massage your lower abdomen before eventually getting you up and bringing you to the shower.

he tells you how good you were, how gorgeous you were, how much he loved you, etc. he's incredibly gentle and thorough when it comes to aftercare, washing you gently and paying special attention to your extra tender areas.

of course, he's always an aftercare god, but he just steps it up a whole other level when you're on your period. he never makes you feel embarrassed or distraught by asking for his help.

[moscatosin]

random thoughts for a second, but like - mattheo tying you down to the bed, naked; his phone rings; inconvenient i know, but instead of having to try prioritise between his girl and whoever is trying to contact him, he just plays with your clit with a single finger while scrolling away as if it's the most normal thing ever. you're all heated and sensitive and withering away beneath his touch, whimpering pathetically and he has full control over your body by literally just dipping a finger between your folds and writing the word 'mine' over and over against your clit.

[nottscherry]

and he loves fiercely. as soon as he knows you won’t leave, that man loves you with all he has.

oh.. to be loved by mattheo riddle

[enzosbabyangel]

ཐི⋆♱⃓⋆ཋྀ This pic is sooo Mattheo vibes !!

a/n: been a hot minute since i’ve been on this blog due to business but i am back !

The music was loud, but that did little to your ability to sleep as you laid ontop your boyfriend, Mattheo, who was sat with a cup of whatever alcohol in his left hand. Right hand holding your waist. Your friends spread out in the Slytherin dormitories.

Theo chuckled as he took a puff of the blunt him and Pansy was sharing. Sitting on the couch right in front of you guys. “She out cold already?” He hummed.

Mattheo laughed, looking down at your sleeping form against his body. “Yep.” He sighed. Bringing his free hand up quickly to move some of your hair out of your face. Speaking with a softness reserved only for you as he smiled down at you. “My sleepy girl.”

[rafesslxt]

left is mattheo and enzo

right one is theo

can‘t change my mind, argue with the wall.

xoxo sarah <3

[nottswitch]

PLS i need more info on mattheo crying during ykyk i feel like tumblr is so afraid of writing sub men but they r my FAV

why oh why, i’m glad you asked 🤭 god i’ve been dying to talk about this…

why does mattheo cry during an orgasm?

we all know who mattheo is, right? it’s not a secret that the boy is not used to soft and gentle, and that applies to sex too. there’s a whole other can of worms i can get into when it comes to his sexual self-awareness, but in short – he’s used to sex for the sake of sex, to instant gratification. it’s always rough, quick, no real feelings except for momentary lust and a need to let off steam (also a search for approval, but again, another can of worms).

so naturally, when he finds you, the first person he feels for, he’s completely overwhelmed by the intimacy of it all. the first time he truly makes love to you, he’s done for – he’s ruined, but not in the way he’s used to ruining others. the moment he experiences the closeness, the tenderness, the way your eyes look into his, half-lidded, filled with pleasure and desire, but so, so gentle and loving, he can’t hold back. his own eyes fill with tears, and he feels so vulnerable at this moment, with your naked bodies pressed against each other, skin-to-skin, while he’s deep inside of you, as close as he could possibly get… when he cums, his emotions take over, because it’s the highest form of physical pleasure, but now it’s also mixed with emotional pleasure too – something he doesn’t remember ever experiencing. he cries and sobs as he spills into you, and at first, he feels so embarrassed, because he’s never come before his partner before, but with you, he just… feels so comfortable, like he can be selfish for once in his life. he slumps on top of you, spent in more ways than one, and he just needs care. head scratches, little kisses all over his face, back rubbing… he dozes off, and it’s the first restful sleep he’s had in years, because he feels safe

[nottscherry]

thinking about dealer!mattheo finally being inside you after being gone for a business trip…

it’s like he has to open you up all over again, like your pussy forgot just how big he was or what it was like to have him inside you. in all honesty, nothing has been up there since he left. no toys or fingers, nothing. it just wasn’t the same and it sure as hell wasn’t nearly as good as matty himself. that familiar burning of him stretching you out all over again had your hands fisting the bedsheets, your back arching and pressing your tits against his chest. “you can do it baby, come on.” mattheo would rasp, his face flickering down to where you’re connected. god, you were squeezing him so fucking tight he was about to bust right there.

mattheo would gently wipe away a tear that slide down your cheek, not even realizing you had been crying. you don’t think it hurt that bad, but the tears rolling down your cheeks told a different story… or you were just being a little dramatic about it. probably the latter. taking a deep breath, you released your manicured nails from the bed, letting yourself melt into the mattress as mattheo pushed all the way inside you. mattheo shudders, taking a deep breath as he feels you finally open up for him. “there you go, angel. just open for me. good girl.”

[pizzaapeteer]

the guard dog couple M.R

His head cracks like a whip, keen ears alert picking up the smallest mention of your name leaving some unworthy bastards disgusting lips. And he’s on the move without logic, rolling his sleeves up, storming with heighten adrenaline like a ragging bull. His eyes narrowed with dark slits of primal power, “keep my gf’s name out your goddamn mouth-“ but before he can even throw an amped up punch, he’s tugged back by an disciplining force with a strangled grunt, his airway cut off by the strangling tie.

The grip on his tie still tight, that he has to take control of your hand just to get some wiggle room to breathe, and then he’s met with a searing hot kiss, a distraction so good his energy channels. His hands curving around your waist with a tight grip, like he can’t get enough of you, his thoughts of rage evaporating into something more carnal. pulling back you whisper, “why go over there when I’m right here.” With lips so plump and luscious from the onslaught of the assault, and he rolls his eyes but cracks a grin, responding, “god forbid a man defends his women.”

your head whips at the audacity the girl has to try and steal your man; your already on the move walking towards her like an electric live wire. “The fuck-“ before you can even spit out the most venomous curse at her a hand clamps down over your lips and your pulled back agaisnt a hard chest. “Baby hey, relax.” Your eyes stay narrowed, shooting icy glares at the girl, only making Mattheo laugh at your intimidation tactic - though it’s clearly working on the victim as she staggers back. “so feisty when your protective, but let’s put that to better use” he presses a kiss to your temple before he’s sweeping you up over his shoulder and carrying you away, with a playful smack to your ass, as you stubbornly protest how you had it under control.

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[eternalbuckley]

Old letters and cheesy nicknames. — mattheo riddle

SUMMARY: Mattheo finds old letters you've sent to him over the years and remembers how they cherished him up through tough times. You find him on your bed and end up cuddling after teasing him with a nickname you used to tease him with when you were younger.

word count: 1,662

genre: fluff | no specified reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings/tropes: it's quite cheesy i think, it's mentioned that reader has parents and that they decorated a christmas tree, english is not my first language, slightly proofread — if I forgot something, please let me know!

a/n: i don't know how to feel about this but i needed to write some fluff for mattheo. i hope you enjoy it reading <3 reblogs, feedback and comments are highly appreciated and welcomed! ♡

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Mattheo knelt on the wooden floor of your shared bedroom and went through an old box that was hidden in your closet. A chuckle left his lips as he found the letters he had kept over the years, some of them included different pictures of you or anything you wanted to share with him. He slowly got up and took the box with him; the floor creaked as he walked over to your bed. He sat down on the mattress, which slightly dipped because of his body. He turned on the lamp that was on his nightstand and opened the first envelope. A smile made its way to his lips as he started reading the first lines, it was a letter you sent him years ago when you were in your early years of being friends, back when you two were still students at Hogwarts and used to call him with those weird and cheesy nicknames, only to tease him. He used to pretend to hate them, but he secretly enjoyed every moment you came up with a new one. He cherished them, and combined with your playful and dramatic side? It made everything better for him within seconds.

“Hello, my dearest cutie pie,

how are you doing on this fine, sweet day? I just ate waaaay too many muffins. My mother made those moist muffins I told you about a few weeks ago, and they were sooo good. I wish you could smell and get a taste of them, but I may have eaten all of them already. :p I couldn’t resist them, don’t blame me.

We just decorated the Christmas tree. I even hung up the ornament you gifted me before we left. My parents love it (they really do!!!), so you know, it will be a part of the tree every year from now on. Oh, and they’d love to meet the guy I’ve told them about, maybe it can happen someday? Unless you can’t deal with my wonderful magical being anymore. That would be fine. (I would kick your ass ♡)

How are your holidays so far? Are your parents having a better time this year, or is it not going so well… I hope it’s the first option. As soon as we’re back in school, I’ll hug you anyway, even if you don’t want to.

I’m sending you much love, my cutie pie. I hope you miss me as much as I miss you.

Your sexy best friend :p”

It was one of many letters you’ve sent to Mattheo, most of the times you wrote to him were about updating him about your life during each holiday and how much you missed him, trying to cheer him up with each written word. Sometimes, you sent him a letter while you were in school, especially when you noticed that he wasn’t having a good day – you wanted to cheer him up.

Back then, you were just friends. Best friends if you want to be clearer. The bond between you became stronger over the years, some of your friends were surprised that you’d voluntarily spend time with the former Slytherin boy. Given his reputation, some people used to stay as far away from him as possible – you used to do the same in your first two years in school. Your friendship started in quietly acknowledging each other whenever you passed ways in the halls or saw him in the library. Somewhere, he was barely seen until you two started hanging out more. You often spent your afternoons with him, sometimes in Hogsmeade, sometimes in the library or outside.

Something you’ve noticed over time was that he wasn’t like the guy everyone told you or talked about in the halls of Hogwarts. Sure, there were reasons why he had his reputation, but Mattheo was acting differently in your presence. The more time you spent with each other and the more you grew closer, the more he let his walls down and opened up to you. Talking with you about his family and what it was like living with them – that it wasn’t the easiest time most of the days. You never judged him for the way he was and appreciated him even more after he told you all these things and trusted you enough to open up to you. You started to care for him and appreciate every time he was talking about the things he had on his heart and mind.

It wasn’t easy for him; he was scared that you’d find something one day that would make you hate him, but this day never came. Even today, he finds himself being worried that you might leave him. Especially if he fucked something up and you had an argument about it, he was scared. But unless he deeply hurts you, you’d never leave him. You couldn’t. You loved him too much for you to end up leaving him out of nowhere.

He opened another letter, and his smile grew, it was a letter you sent him after your graduation. It was a time when both of you had realised for a while that you had feelings for the other one but were too afraid to admit them.

“To my dearest friend Mattheo,

whom I will cherish for the rest of my life and who’ll never get rid of me.

I’m sitting in my bedroom right now, and it’s weird living alone now. I still haven’t unpacked most of my boxes, and I honestly don’t know where to fucking start. It’s weird to think about living alone now… After having shared my dorm with other students and knowing that there was always someone nearby. You weren’t alone, but now? I barely know anyone here where I live, only Hermione and Ron. Hopefully, Theo and Enzo are treating you well from now on. They better are, or else….. I’ll find something to threaten them.

Have I told you that I have an elderly lady living next to my flat? She seems nice, and kind of reminds me of Professor McGonagall in some ways. She always bakes me something and leaves it in front of my door. I think I’ll make her a gift to thank her. But other than that, I barely know anyone here. :(

I wish you could live here, so we could spend time together. Even if you think this place wouldn’t fit you, I know it would. You’ll see when you visit me!! :p

I miss you,

your smartest and hottest best friend. xx

PS.: Let me know when you plan to visit me so I can ask my mum to bake you those muffins you and I love. “

“Babe?” you called out for him as you sat on the couch in your living room. Too lazy to stand up, but you huffed and got up from your comfortable seat because Mattheo didn’t reply.

You set your book on the coffee table and walked into your bedroom. You found your boyfriend sitting on your bed with a letter in his hands. Your lips curved up into a smile as you noticed his smile and that he was rereading one of your letters.

“Oh my god, you still have them?” You chuckled and leaned against the doorframe of your bedroom, watching him with a fond expression. You didn’t know that he kept your letters, but it made you even happier that he kept them all over the years.

Mattheo hummed happily and looked up to you, “I kept each of them.” He spoke softly and patted the place next to him, moving the box with the letters aside as you sat down next to him cross-legged.

You laughed quietly as you read the letter about the Christmas tree and the muffins. Nostalgia and memories flooded your mind as you finished reading the letter. “I forgot I used to call you cutie pie,” your voice was filled with affection as you reread the first line.

He couldn’t help but chuckle and showed you a few other letters, each of them addressed with a different cheesy nickname. “Back then, I wanted to hate you for them,” he admitted, his voice filled with amusement, but even as he spoke, you both knew that he wasn’t telling the truth.

You grinned and lifted your head to look at him, “You secretly loved them, be honest,” you teased him and watched him as he rolled his eyes playfully, which earned him a hit on his chest and ended in a shared laughter. “You never told me that you kept them.”

He slowly nodded, “I did. Whenever I got them, I was happy for a moment, especially if times weren’t….” He paused for a moment and inhaled, “When times weren’t so great at home. Your letters made me feel better, even the few ones you sent to me during school.” He put the letter he was holding back into its envelope and put the box on the nightstand.

With a quick move, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you towards him. He let himself fall back against the mattress, and you ended up facing each other while lying on your sides. A giggle left your lips, which caused him to smile. You moved your arms around his neck and left small featherlight kisses on his cheeks, his lips and the tip of his nose. A soft hum left his lips as he melted into you even more with each kiss.

“I love you so much,” he whispered and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. You returned his kiss and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. You gently traced his neck with your fingertips and slowly pulled away from him, “I love you more, my dearest cutie pie,” you grinned teasingly and yelped as he turned you over and hovered over you. “You’re the best that happened to me in my life,” he whispered and kissed you again.

[lovesincerely]

just a little treat for my lovelies ༻ꨄ༺

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Mattheo knew it was for the better. However, that knowledge wasn't enough to push away the ghosts of the past. He knew you deserved better, so he ran. Without a word, he left. 

He chose to do it during the graduation ceremony at hogwarts. You were always a studious student and took all the honor classes so he didn't doubt how long you would be at the ceremony. He knew he had long to pack all those years of memories. Seven years with you, packed in a suitcase the size of his upper body. He had to leave, he kept repeating that to himself, trying to convince himself he was doing you both a favor. He packed up every single item of his belongings, which wasnt alot. He wasn't the type of guy to buy things he wanted despite having the money to do so. 

He didn't even leave a note which tore you to pieces. He debated leaving something behind, closure of some kind. Yet he knew better, knowing it would only cause you to want to look for him even more. Walking out of his empty dorm with only a small suitcase, he sighed. He couldn't help himself as he walked past your dorm, so he decided to slip in and look around one last time. He felt his heart shatter as he saw a teddy bear with a muggle graduation robe and hat on. He knew it was for him, you were a gifter, buying gifts for every occasion. Somehow he always used to convince you to take them and keep them for him. He set his bag down and ran his fingers over your pillowcase. He looked around the room before his gaze settled on the polaroids of you both. Sitting by the black lake on a picnic blanket for your birthday. He couldn't help himself, slowly picking it up and slipping it into his pocket. Without even thinking, he gravitated towards your closet. He opened the door, your scent lingering on your clothing pieces. His hand lifted, feeling heavy from the guilt. He slipped your favorite t-shirt off the hanger, lifting it to his nose and taking a deep inhale of your sweet scent. He couldn't get over the fact that after he left, that t-shirt would be the only scent of yours left available to him. He fastly shoved the shirt into his bag. Exhaling deeply, he turned and left. 

As he got into the train, settling into the seat you two always sat in. where you two had first met, and now where he left you. As the train slowly started up and got chugging down the tracks he swore he could feel a large part of his soul leaving as he left you behind. He didn't feel lighter as most people did when they left their past behind, he felt heavier. Maybe because you weren't supposed to be his past, but his future. 

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It was only two years later, but every day felt like a burning hell without you. He was laid back in bed, no blanket, no pillow. He didn't think he deserved comfort after leaving you, his ultimate comfort behind. Looking over at the clock, it was four am. More specifically, 4:07am. He couldn't sleep for the life of him, he could feel you. Maybe he was going crazy, but he swore he felt you in bed with him. Tangled up, softly snoring like you used to, without a care in the world. He missed you, he missed you with his whole being, or at least, what was left of him after leaving you. He knew why he left you like he knew the back of his hand, he wasn't good enough for you. He never would be, he could go through years of therapy or years of community service yet he would never be half the man you deserved to grow old with. He just missed you and wished he was a better man. A better man.

[nottsangel]

ahem may I present you the idea of a threesome.with freddie and mattheo... that mattheo records to send to toxic!theo

RAHHHHH anon im kissing ur brain. this is sooooooo hot. freddie and matt would both be so dominant, eager to show theo that they’re the ones fucking his girl— not him. their hands all over your body, squeezing your tits, spanking your ass, toying with your clit, pulling your hair…. they’re doing everything they can to make you scream their names, to show theo just how good they can make his princess feel.

“fuck, please… please, i need more— need it so bad”

“you hear that, matt? sounds like our girl’s begging for more.”

“‘course she is. she’s never been fucked this good before.”