matt come do something about this

hear me out what if on tour instead of revealing surprises all three of them show up in suits and they bring out a humongous tarp and matt oils up and takes the suit OFF and no one in the crowd is expecting it and they just do that for every show and we guess which triplet is gonna be the one oiling up for each show!! follow for more ideas <3

DELILAH WHAT😭😭

THE VOICES IN MY HEAD ARE TAKING OVER

— ୨୧ so fucking needy . . . c.s

in which . . . you become extremely impatient during a twitch stream, chris just can’t seem to ignore you.

warnings . . . smut, unprotected sex, (be responsible) fingering, teasing, dom!chris, use of pet names, kinda sorta getting caught ?

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★ “fuck, matt. you’re selling the game!” chris yelled at matt through his microphone. the boys were currently on stream, playing a chaotic game of fortnite. you were laying on chris’s bed, out of the camera view. you sighed as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, occasionally hearing chris’s yells and curses under his breath.

you sat up on the bed, sitting against the headboard now. you looked over at chris, who was so invested in the game. your eyes immediately locked on his hands that gripped the controller as securely as ever. fuck, the way he moved his fingers so quickly…the way he muttered and cursed under his breath, the way he breathed so heavily.

you felt a familiar heat between your legs all of a sudden, you felt a euphoric and aroused feeling inside of you, something you couldn’t control, a feeling that got more intense and unbearable as time went on. you just couldn’t help it, you were extremely horny in this moment, and you couldn’t seem to wait.

you knew chris would be mad at you if you became impatient, you knew he’d just tell you to wait until the stream was over…but that would be too long. you ultimately decided to just take the risk, you needed chris now, and you weren’t able to wait. you untied the strings of your pajama shorts so they were looser, you made sure your laced panties were visible. you adjusted your posture, crossing your legs for friction on your clothed pussy.

you let out a soft whine to get chris’s attention—and it worked. chris turned his head, but still focused on the game. “y’good mama?” chris muted his mic as he asked you, not really paying much attention to you. “are you gonna be done with that soon?” you replied, looking at him with anticipation. “soon, baby. i’ll be all yours in an hour or so.” chris murmured dryly, not even looking at you anymore.

“an hour!? that’s too long.” you scoffed, feeling more needy by each passing second. the only thing you craved at the moment was chris’s touch. chris narrowed his eyes, his fingers still fiddling with the controller, you could hear matt’s muffled voice through his headphones. “i won’t be too long mama, jus’ wait a minute.” chris muttered.

you only rolled your eyes, finding a new way to set chris off on purpose, you knew he would put you in your place, you knew the consequences of this, yet you still took the risk. you groaned in annoyance, “whatever.” you spoke sharply. and that was all it took to set chris off. chris raised his eyebrows, moving the camera to the side so the audience saw his plain wall as he took off his headphones, fully turning on his gaming chair to face you. “what was that?” chris asked, even though he heard what you said loud and clear.

“i said whatever.” you remarked, in the most bratty tone ever. chris wasn’t gonna put up with that, not one bit. chris sucked his teeth, turning to unmute his mic briefly. “hey matt? i’ll be back in a minute.” chris told matt, you could hear matt complaining from the other end of the call. “are you kidding me, man? in the middle of a match?” matt said, his voice muffled. chris just rolled his eyes and muted his mic once more, his attention was now on you, which was just what you had wanted. you were honestly nervous and excited for what he was gonna do, a small smile formed on your face. chris didn’t fail to notice this.

“oh? y’really think you’re gettin’ what you want?” chris scoffed in disbelief, crossing the room in just 3 strides, he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down firmly on the bed, you laid on your back. “we’ll just see bout’ that sweetheart.” chris looked down at you, his gaze filled with dominance and lust. you whined impatiently beneath him, not being able to wait any longer.

“pretty pathetic, don’t you think?” chris pulled your pajama shorts down, his eyes landing on the wet patch on your panties. “so fuckin’ pathetic, so fuckin’ needy.” chris teased your waistband, slowly dragging his fingers over the cloth of your underwear, his thumb brushing over your clit through your underwear, making you gasp.

“f—fuck..” you cursed underneath your breath, squirming as chris’s thumb circled the wet patch on your underwear. suddenly, he grabbed your panties and pulled it down to your ankles that dangled off of his bed. he gave you no time to process what was happening as he grabbed your hips, flipping you over swiftly so you were positioned on your stomach.

chris spread your legs apart, his fingers sliding across your soaked folds. “couldn’t even wait till’ i got off stream, jus’ had to be so fucking impatient, yeah?” chris chuckled in a dark manner, his hands roaming your body. from your ass, to your lower back, but not even touching the part where you needed him most. “chris—please..” you whined desperately, chris brought his finger down to your cunt, collecting your wetness around it. “what’s wrong mama? tell me what you need, use your words.” chris teased. he knew damn well about the effect he had on you, how much power he had over you.

“n—need you..” you babbled out, chris suddenly pushed his fingers into your pussy, eliciting a moan from you, a little louder than you should have. chris pumped his fingers in and out of you, you shoved your face into the sheets, muffling your moans and whimpers of desperation and pleasure. “oh yeah? what exactly do you need, hm?” chris encouraged you to tell him exactly what you wanted, he was gonna make you beg.

chris leaned forward, his head in front of your glistening cunt that was on display for him as his tongue plunged into you, eliciting a mix between a moan and gasp from you. chris sucked and bit down on your clit, moaning into your folds aa he got lost between your wetness. “yes—fuck…right there!” you breathed heavily, your legs already starting to shake with pleasure. his thumb pressed on your clit, playing with your bundle of nerves as he lifted his head, his face now hovering over yours. “don’t start shakin’ on me now, we’re not done.” chris’s lips crashed on yours, mercilessly pumping his fingers in and out of you with his free hand. as you squirmed and moaned into the kiss, chris grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. his lips danced with yours, his tongue swiping and biting against your bottom lip “what d’ya need mama?” chris mumbled into your lips.

“need you—inside me..” you whimpered out, chris smirked in satisfaction, pulling his fingers out of you. he quickly zipped his jeans down, removing his boxers and revealing his dick. without a warning, chris slammed into you, thrusting quickly, barely giving you time to adjust. “fuck! chris! slow down!” you screamed out, moaning in between. you knew you could take it, and you knew chris wasn’t gonna slow down. “why should i? apologize first for bein’ so damn needy.” chris demanded. you could’ve sworn you were in a whole new universe, you were seeing stars. the pleasure was overwhelming, it felt amazing.

chris put his free hand on your hair, tugging on it, but not hard enough to hurt you. “oh—oh my god..” you spoke, your voice fucked out and barely even audible. “gooood girl…holy shit baby—“chris groaned, he could feel you getting close as you clenched around him. chris threw his head back, gently placing his hand on your lower back, causing you to arch further.“m’close..” you moaned out, chris nodded, his thrusts getting deeper, and deeper. “i know baby, me too..” you eventually released, the knot in your stomach bursting. your orgasm set off chris’s as well, as he came with one last groan. he pulled out of you, flopping down on the bed beside you. chris gently moved a hair out of your face and smiled at you, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “did so good, love.” you smiled back, the both of you laying together in as you both cherished the sweet sound of silence. that was—until chris’s phone buzzed.

the both of you were fucked.

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! ! barista!reader taking care of sweetheart!matt when he’s sick

୨୧ find more on this au here!

“mmm..” matt groaned groggily as his eyes slowly fluttered open. he grunted as he lazily turned over in bed, looking at the digital clock on the side table that slightly illuminated the dark room . It was 5 AM, and he felt like absolute shit, which was a complete understatement. as of right now, you were in the bathroom getting ready for work, while matt was pouting in bed.

“y/n…” matt called out weakly. when you didn’t respond, matt slowly got up out of bed, feeling as dizzy and lightheaded as ever. his throat was sore, his nose was stuffy, and his head was absolutely pounding.

matt lazily stumbled over to the bathroom door, opening it slowly. he saw you doing your makeup in the mirror, swiping mascara on your eyelashes with precision. you saw matt standing at the doorway of the bathroom through the mirror and furrowed your eyebrows, setting down the tube of mascara.

“matt? baby? why are you up so early?” you asked, concern and confusion laced in your voice as you turned around to face him. matt was known for waking up at 1 PM every day, so this was different, you were immediately able to tell something was wrong, he didn’t look good at all.

“i don’t feel good..” matt murmured, walking over and sitting on the closed toilet seat, burying his head in his hands. you felt horrible for him, all the happiness and positive spark in him was gone, and that didn’t sit right with you.

“what’s wrong hon?” you encouraged him gently, shoving your makeup aside on the counter and walking over to matt who sat hopelessly on the toilet seat. he groaned and looked up at you weakly. “my head and stomach hurts…i feel so nauseous and my throat hurts..” matt whined.

you frowned, delicately feeling matt’s forehead with the back of your hand. “matt, you’re burnin’ up.” you hummed. right now, matt was your top priority. you didn’t really care if you were gonna be late to work, maybe you shouldn’t even go. you didn’t have the heart to leave matt alone while he was sick and unable to do most things for himself. “i’m gonna take the day off today, i can’t leave you alone.” you decided, matt was completely taken aback, he knew how much your job meant to you, and he didn’t want to be a burden after all.

“what? no no, you don’t need to do that y/n. i’ll be okay.” matt turned your idea down, sniffling harshly. however, you only shook your head. “it’s okay, matt. it’s just one day.” you shrugged.

matt sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. “okay..” he murmured, his voice as soft as ever. you hated when he got like this, it hurt your heart. matt’s excitement and burst of happiness and laughter was just all gone now, and transformed into a stupid sickness. you knew damn well he was gonna be clingy and whiny with you all day long.

“now c’mon, i’ll make you some tea and get you some medicine.” you helped matt up, he put an arm around you as you led him back to bed. as matt flopped lazily back into bed, you went into the kitchen to grab some stuff quickly.

medicine, water, crackers, a rag..

a few moments later, you returned with the stuff, and his cup of peppermint tea too. considering you were a barista, you knew every remedy, especially what drinks were good for what. you set everything down on the side table, turning the lamp on to cast a warm but dim light into the room. “baby? can you sit up f’me?” you gently tapped his cheek. matt grunted as he sat up, propping himself up on his elbows he looked into your eyes. god, he loved so fucking much. all he could think about was how lucky he was to have you.

“thank you love, really. this means a lot to me.” matt smiled at you, his blue eyes squinting slightly as he did so. you smiled back, seeing the slight spark in his eyes, even though they looked tired. “of course matt, i’ll always take care of you.” you replied, cupping his cheek, his stubble brushing against your fingers.

“if you get sick though, don’t blame me.” matt shrugged sarcastically. your laughter filled the room as you playfully smacked him. “you’re insane.”

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୨୧ people watching . . . ravenclaw!matt x hufflepuff!reader

(this is just a oneshot, but i could make it an au in the future if you guys like it!)

hogwarts, a magical and mysterious place that held many stories of love and rivalry, but none quite like the one between you and matthew sturniolo.

you were a hufflepuff—a quiet, bookish girl with a heart as soft as a whisper. you absolutely adored the smell of paper and ink, the warmth of the hufflepuff common room, and the way sunlight shined through the greenhouse windows during your favorite class, herbology. something you didn’t enjoy however, was attention.

matthew, on the other hand, was a ravenclaw with a reputation. he was brilliant, charming, and—unfortunately for you, utterly adored by nearly every girl at hogwarts. his deep blue eyes held the mysteries of the universe, his intelligence and wittiness made professors smile, and his kindness made people swoon over him like there was no tomorrow. there wasn’t a single girl who didn’t at least flirt with him once or have a crush on him.

except you. or . . . so you gaslight yourself to believe.

you did like him. a lot, actually. but you always told yourself that you were far too shy to ever say anything to him. after all, why would matthew sturniolo, the most sought-after boy in school, notice you? a lame, quiet, and reserved hufflepuff?

yet, to your surprise—he did.

It started in the library. you always sat at the farthest table near the restricted section at the back, where it was quietest. it was a quiet evening to say the least, you head was buried into a book as you studied for your care of magical creatures class. when suddenly, matt strolled in. his head was up high, his blue tie hung around his neck, his brown hair looked slightly disheveled from a recent quidditch match.

“mind if i sit here?” he asked, setting his books down before you could even process what was happening. your heart pounded with anxiety and anticipation, nodding at him.

however, this wasn’t the only time this had happened. over the next few weeks, this became a routine. matt would show up, sit beside you, and strike up quiet conversations. he often asked about your favorite books, interests, and more. matt listened to every word you said. he was good at that, he was genuinely curious about you, never once growing bored of your timid responses. he didn’t really see an issue in getting to know you. you found yourself relax even more each time the two of you would interact.

but, there was a problem. every girl in hogwarts noticed the two of you.

they whispered in the corridors, giggling about you in hushed tones. they sent you sharp, and mean glances when they saw you walking beside him after class. some girls were even bold enough to ask matt directly why he spent so much time with you when he could have anyone else.

you eventually decided to just stop speaking to matt, you thought it was for the best honestly, you didn’t want people to hate you, after all. so, you ignored matt when he approached you in the hallways. you never sat in your usual seat in the library, you walked with someone else to class.

matt noticed how distant and cold you were being towards him, without an explanation. he felt confused, and hurt. why were you suddenly ignoring him? a few days ago you both talked to each other 24/7, what changed? those were the types of thoughts running through matt’s head.

one night, you were sitting on a wooden bench near the black lake, your knees tucked into your chest as you watched the reflection of the moon on the water. you haven’t spoken to matt in a week, and everything felt different, but not in a good way.

“y/n?”

you turned your head, startled. matt stood there, hands in his pockets, looking more uncertain than you had ever seen him.“you’ve been avoiding me.” his voice was quiet, but it held a weight of pain, and hurt in it as well.

you swallowed hard. “i—i haven’t been.” you lied right through your teeth.

he raised a brow. ravenclaws could always see through lies. “you ever gonna stop bullshitting with me and tell me the truth?” matt scoffed in disbelief. you sighed heavily. “it’s just… people are talking. they don’t understand why you’d want to be around…someone like me, y’know?”

matt sat beside you. “let them talk,” he said simply.

you blinked at him, speechless. “what?”

“i don’t care what anyone at this stupid school thinks, y/n. i like spending time with you. and if you’d let me, i’d like to spend even more time with you.”

your breath caught, you were in disbelief from what he was saying to you. “really…? you…would?”

matt chuckled. “of course i would. you’re kind, brilliant, and you don’t care about silly things like popularity. you’re real, and genuine. those other girls? they’re mean, and probably only want to get with me for their reputation. i know you, i know you aren’t like that. it’s…quite refreshing actually.”

you felt warmth spread throughout your chest.

for the first time in a long time, you smiled, you truly and genuinely smiled at him. as matt smiled back, you realized that maybe, just maybe, love wasn’t only reserved for the loud, the bold, or the ones who demanded attention. sometimes, love found the quiet ones, too. you realized in this moment, you didn’t need to change yourself to find love. all you did was be yourself, live authentically, and love found it’s way to you. a fucking ravenclaw, too. who on earth would’ve known?

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a/n 💌: hiii!! i know this is superrr different from what i usually write, i’ve never written anything about harry potter before so i’m really truly sorry if anything is unrealistic, i haven’t watched harry potter in years and lowk had to do some research in order to write this. let me know if you guys want more!

BRIEEE UR TOO SWEET! and NOO ohmygosh you never annoy me! plsss don’t hesitate to talk to me ur always welcome!! <3