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dating apps r so humiliating, why am i debasing myself like this 💔💔💔

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I love Mateo. I can't get this scenario out my head so i share it. Im dyslexic so i tried.

Heads up for sexual content.

(afab reader btw)

There you sit, in between the warm, soft, tan legs of Mateo.

Your bare back pressed against his still covered chest. Head falling back, resting into the crook of his neck. Peppering soft kisses along his jaw as his hands roam along your body. Those soft, gentle hands stopping periodically to rub small circles into your skin.

You can feel his breath trickle down against your skin as he take in the sight of you as he begin to play with your chest. Squeezing, palming, grabbing, rubbing at whatever he could. Toying with your breast as if they were stress balls.

Goosebumps form among your skin as he starts to toy with one of your nipples. Brushing a finger back and forth over it before gently applying pressure. Kisses left to the side of your neck as you lean further into him.

"You're doing so well for me" He praises. His voice smooth like silk, deeper then normal but still recognizable. A soft moan falls from your lips from the praise.

His other hand runs down your body. Disappearing underneath your bottoms. You can feel it run over you thigh, pinching lightly at the skin before rubbing into it.

A digit grazes along your underwear, the dampness prominent from the amount of teasing.

You jump when he rubs against your clit, moaning softly when he begins to rub the bundle of nerves.

His other hand leaves your breast, pulling you face to face with him by your chin. He quickly places his lips on yours. The kiss hungry, needy, full of want. He pulls your bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it gently before returning to get lost in the taste of you.

He tastes like how he smells, like lavender and softness. You can get lost in it forever, and it feels like you are.

You gasp sharply into his mouth as you feel a digit slip inside. He eats up your gasp as his other hand finds your breast again.

His fingers feel amazing. Rubbing and thrusting into you with one hand, pinching and massaging you with the other. So soft, so warm. So very very warm.

Quickly you find yourself a moaning mess. Like your putty in his hands as he plays with you. Your head fell back against him when he added another digit. Your breath against his face as you live in the pleasurable feelings.

The room filled with the sounds your cunt makes as his fingers thrust and rub. As well as the sounds you make whenever the feelings he brings you become to strong.

He began to leave kisses on your neck and shoulder. Licking and sucking here and there, drawing even more of those beautiful sounds from you.

As you come close to your high, his other hand finds itself under your bottoms as well. Rubbing and massaging your clit as his other hand continues to work his digits in and out of you. With the heel of his hand, he applies pressure to your pelvis. Intensifying the feel of his fingers rubbing inside you.

He speaks against you skin, praising and kissing you as he works you through your high. Speaking things like: "You're doing so good." "Such a good girl." "You sound amazing." "So perfect"

He kisses your lips gently once you return from your bliss. Hugging you tightly, close to him. You thank him eventually. "Anything my love" He replies.

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Bed and blanket combo, I love. Not specifically ship art but take it however you wanna

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Hank 1 crushing a watermelon

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F1 au (clear version under the cut)

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okay so this might be very personal but i'm having a full on breakdown rn <3333

i keep seeing people say mateo looks like a kid??? like a middle schooler??? am i blind or am i evil for finding him attractive i'm panicking i always thought he looked my age but i guess i'm wrong???

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prisoner of the mind | mateo manta & koa

pairing: mateo manta x gn!ocd!reader x koa

word count: 1.2k

warnings: intrusive thoughts, ocd, suicidal ideation, hurt/comfort, panic attack

a/n: so, i have ocd. this was written because i saw a fic that really rubbed me the wrong way, using ocd in the entirely wrong context. i'm sure they meant no harm by it, but ocd isn't a quirky cleaning thing - it's a disorder that ruined my life. so i wrote this little fic because my intrusive thoughts have been awful recently. i know this is very niche and not many people will be into reading something like this, but if by any chance you have ocd, this is just a gentle reminder that you're not alone <3

please make sure you're in the right headspace before reading this - reader is having a full on ocd episode and expresses suicidal ideation as well as feeling "evil" due to their intrusive thoughts.

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Being inside your mind was torturous – you wouldn’t wish it on your worst enemy.

It was 24/7 torment, intrusive thoughts governing your entire mood, ruining your perception of yourself and the world around you. You would give anything to make it stop. Sometimes, everything felt pointless – why would you deserve to be happy when your thoughts were so evil?

Of course, it was the OCD talking. And you knew that. But god, it was insanely difficult to remember that in the middle of an episode. You would lose all sense of trust in yourself, in your mind – it truly felt like everything was against you. Like someone else’s thoughts had been transferred into your brain, turning you into this monster. You’d been on medication for a while and things had been getting at least a little bit better recently.

Well, they were.

Today was… bad. Really bad. The intrusive thoughts seemed so much louder, so much more prevalent than they’d been in months. You couldn’t go 2 minutes without retreating into your mind, ruminating over and over on the same concepts. You felt crazy. You hadn’t spoken to anyone, specifically going out of your way to avoid any of the realised objects in the house, the dateviators abandoned on your bedside table. You remained in your room, bundled up in your covers, trying desperately not to think.

It was all in vain, of course.

You couldn’t help the tears slowly trickling down your cheeks as you laid there, hands shaking due to the prison that was your own mind. You sniffled, burying your head deeper into the blankets. You wanted to disappear, you wanted to disappear, you wanted to disappear-

“Mi vida?”

A shock of ice ran through you, your eyes ripping open to look for the source of the voice. At your bedside, you saw Koa and Mateo, both with furrowed brows and worried expressions evident on their faces. No, no, no, why now? You couldn’t talk to them, not now, they wouldn’t understand, nobody understands, nobody could ever understand what you were going through. Your breathing quickened, panicked gasps escaping you, quakes running through your body.

Koa looked at Mateo, alarmed and honestly unsure what to do. He’d never seen you like this. You were usually so chill, so laid back when you guys hung out. Seeing you sobbing and unable to catch your breath was an entirely new experience for him. His immediate reaction was to reach out, to hold you, to do anything in his power to help.

Mateo, however, knew slightly better. He’d seen you like this before. Been with you at rock bottom, held you through it all. He put a gentle hand on Koa’s shoulder, tilting his head as if to say to let him approach first. Koa nodded, taking a small step back. Mateo sat down on the edge of the bed carefully, not wanting to startle you further. You avoided his gaze, your arms wrapping around yourself tightly, desperately trying to shrink yourself down.

He said your name, his tone soft and filled with care. “Please look at me, amor. Let me help,”

“No, no, no- I can’t,” you said, your voice rough and broken. He couldn’t help. Neither of them could help. No one could help you. You were irredeemable. Everything would be so much better if you were gone, if you could just disappear-

A hand was gently placed in your own, stopping the tremors that was causing it to shake. Mateo held your hand, hoping to ground you back to reality, to get you out of your own head.

“My love, you’re safe. Whatever’s happening in your mind is just that – in your mind,”

“But, but that’s just it! It’s in my mind, it’s me, I’m the one thinking these awful things. I’m horrible,” you said, overwhelmed by the hate in your head and unable to look him in the eyes. Hearing you say such awful things about yourself was heartbreaking for the both of them, but they stayed strong. Koa quietly went around to the other side of your bed, sitting down next to you.

Mateo tried again. “You’re not your thoughts, remember? Everyone gets thoughts that they don’t mean, that they don’t believe. What matters is the power you give them,”

Koa bit his lip, placing a heavy hand comfortingly on your shoulder. “I don’t know exactly what’s happening in your head, but you’re none of those things, my love. Your thoughts sure are being mean to you today, huh?”

You sniffed, rubbing at your eyes and cheeks to dry the tears that were still leaking out. “But what if… what if they’re true? What if everything they’re telling me is real and these thoughts have always been there, waiting to come out?” you asked, rushing through the question, your breathing still uneven and quick.

“That’s a big what if,” Koa said, smiling softly at you.

Mateo brought your hand to his lips, placing a feather light kiss to the back of it. “Amor, remember what your therapist said. You’ve gotta be okay with the uncertainty. I know you’re wanting reassurance, but it’ll only make you feel better in the short run – it’ll just come back ten times worse. It’s a compulsion,” he said, trying to be factual and rational, in order to hopefully calm the episode.

You tried your hardest to listen to his words.

“I- I know. I do know. I just… it’s so hard, ‘Teo,” you whispered, your body subconsciously leaning against Koa next to you. Koa happily accepted it, carefully manoeuvring you both into a more comfortable position – both of you reclined back against the pillows, your head securely against his large chest. Mateo took a quiet sigh of relief as your body relaxed, the shaking lessening.

“I wish I could say I understand. I really do. And I know that everything always feels so much harder when it’s in your own head; you feel like you can’t escape it,” he replied, moving closer to you both. You were soon cocooned between the two of them, their soft bodies the pinnacle of comfort around you. “But you don’t have to deal with it alone. We’re here for you, if you need it,”

“Always, love. Comfort��s kinda my whole thing,” Koa said chuckling, the soothing rumble in his chest vibrating against your cheek.

“...thank you,” you said quietly, nuzzling into them as close as you could, wanting to feel them both all around you. Close enough that nothing could reach you, close enough that you would be safe in their arms. They indulged you, their arms wrapped tightly around you. There was a comfortable silence, the calm after the storm, while the three of you laid there. Neither of them spoke until they heard your breathing even back out, soft snores leaving your mouth.

“You handled that well,” Mateo murmured, grinning proudly at Koa.

Koa couldn’t help but flush at the compliment, trying not to move too much as a chuckle rose up from within him. “You did all the talking, Matito. But… I’m glad I was here to help, if only a little bit,”

Mateo smiled, his eyes closing as he finally allowed sleep to take him too.

“You should give yourself more credit,” he said sleepily. “We both needed you here,”

Koa watched Mateo as he fell asleep next to you, the two of you clinging to each other like koalas. He beamed fondly at the sight, wrapping his big, strong arms around the both of you. With his eyes heavy, he gave you both soft pecks on your foreheads before drifting off into a deep sleep.

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warm me up | mateo manta

request: “hey uh i dunno if this is allowed or if it’s weird but can we get some Mateo X Male Reader?” – anon

pairing: mateo manta x amab!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, blowjobs, facials

a/n: ofc it's allowed and not weird at all anon! i hope you enjoy <3

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For the most part, you’d always liked winter.

You liked how you weren’t beading with sweat after a minute’s walk to the fridge and back. You appreciated the cool weather, the refreshing breeze against your skin as opposed to the scorching heat of summer. You didn’t have to chug iced water like your life depended on it.

But at night, it was so fucking cold.

You pulled the duvet around you as tightly as you could, shivering in the chill of your bedroom. You’d already had a word with Hector about heating up a bit, but there must have been something wrong with the aircon – it only seemed to be blowing out icy air. And almost as if the universe itself wanted to screw you over, it was the weekend.

No repair shops were open in your small town. You’d at least have to wait until Monday.

A sigh left your lips as you rolled over, trying in vain to get comfortable but only able to feel the ache of your poor, frozen toes. You slumped onto your back, staring up at the ceiling in defeat. There was no way in hell you were going to sleep tonight.

You glanced over at the time. 2am.

Absent-mindedly, you wondered if anyone else would be awake. I mean, if you weren’t going to sleep, some entertainment would be nice at least. You looked around the room, weighing up your options. Timothy would never be awake at this time and you were slightly afraid of what you’d see checking if Dirk was up. What happens between a man and his body pillow, stays between a man and his body pillow.

Your eyes eventually landed on the blanket bundled up at your feet, a last ditch effort you’d tried to get some semblance of warmth. You never usually brought Mateo’s blanket up to bed with you, tending to leave him in his usual place in the living room for easy access on a movie night. But tonight had been so cold, you’d needed the extra heat.

Snuggling with Mateo never failed to warm you up, his comforting and cosy presence difficult to deny. You weren’t positive that he’d be awake, but it didn’t hurt to try, right? You reached over and put on the dateviators before turning your gaze to the blanket. It didn’t take long for Mateo to pop up, looking at you with a sleepy smile.

“Can’t sleep, amor?”

You huffed in annoyance. “Nope. Way too cold,” you said, propping yourself up against your pillows. Mateo was sat on his knees at the foot of the bed, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Oh? Anything I can help with? Wanna snuggle?” He offered, holding his duvet clad arms out to you.

“I mean, a cuddle would be great,” you started, one of your hands moving up to grip the top of the headboard lazily, your legs parted in a V under the covers. “but I kinda had something else in mind…”

His eyes widened at the insinuation, a pretty blush dusting his round cheeks. He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “Oh? Oh… well, I’m definitely not opposed to that,” he said, biting his bottom lip suggestively.

You gave him a smirk, relaxing back against the bed. “How about you come over here then, hm? We can help each other get a bit… warmer,” you trailed off, your voice low and husky.

He hummed, an impish look on his face. But instead of advancing towards you, he got off the bed and stood up. You raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. You watched as he lifted the bottom of your covers, cool air rushing over your feet and legs, your skin prickling with goosebumps.

“What are yo-”

Oh my god.

Mateo looked at you up through his lashes before crawling under the covers. You watched, mouth slightly agape as he made his way over to you, his hands sliding teasingly up your legs. The heat of him against you warmed you up immediately, as did the slight blush rising to your cheeks. He was so close to you, somewhere you couldn’t even see.

It was exciting.

The lump that was Mateo moved closer to you under the duvet, his lips pressing quick kisses to your thighs – little pecks of heat. You jumped a bit at his sudden touch, pulling an amused chuckle from him. When he neared your crotch, you heard a small gasp come from your blankets, hitting you with a realisation. You weren’t actually wearing any underwear. You never did when you slept, finding it way too uncomfortable.

You were bare under the covers, your cock hardening in front of Mateo’s face.

“Fuck amor, you’re so hot,” he said lowly, his voice muffled by the layers of fabric between you. You groaned, your cock throbbing at the compliment. You waited with bated breath, unable to see what he was doing or what was going through his head.

“Mateo, please,”

“Please what? Tell me what you want, wanna make you feel so good,” he said softly, running his hands up along the length of your thighs, inching closer and closer to where you desperately needed him before pulling them away abruptly.

You bit your lip, holding back a moan. “Need your mouth, baby, please- need to feel you…” Your words were accompanied with desperate bucking of your hips, a futile attempt for friction against your leaking cock. In this moment, you wanted nothing more than to fuck his mouth; to watch him choke and whine around your length.

Mateo went quiet for a moment, though you could just make out soft pants coming from him in the silence of the room.

Growing impatient, your hands made their way under the blanket, pushing it back a bit in the hope that you could see him. Tufts of his messy, white hair became visible, as did the predicament he’d found himself in. Mateo had his eyes locked on your hard length, one hand massaging the bulge in his sweatpants desperately. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, beads of sweat rolling down his face and neck; he really was a sight to behold.

You couldn’t help but stare, drinking him in.

He eventually looked up at you, a surprised gasp catching in his throat (though his hand on his cock didn’t cease it’s motions). A smirk spread across your face as you lowered your hand to cup his cheek, tilting his head up for a better look.

“God, look at you… I haven’t even touched you and you’re already so desperate for me,” you said, looking pointedly at his aching erection straining against his pants. “You want my cock that badly?”

He whined, loud and high, his face flushing a deep red.

“Yes… need it. Please, want it in my mouth so badly,” he murmured, his thighs clenching together as he pressed the heel of his hand into his bulge, moaning brokenly.

You groaned at his words, doing everything in your power not to ravage him right there and then. Instead, you laid back and let your thighs spread a bit wider, giving Mateo full access to your weeping length. Your hand left his cheek, now tangling in his hair, stroking the locks softly.

“C’mon then, love. Go ahead and take it,”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. He surged forward, hands finding purchase on your hips as he nuzzled into your dick. He glanced up to make sure you were watching – as if you were capable of anything else right now – before placing a tender kiss right on the tip. You inhaled sharply, gripping his hair tighter.

This man was gonna be the end of you.

Mateo was surprisingly talented with his tongue, especially considering his lack of experience. It helped that he knew exactly the spots to make you melt. He paid special attention to your heavy balls, his tongue slathering them in saliva before gently blowing cool air onto them, sending shock-waves through your system. He licked a long stripe from the base to the tip, suckling at the head when he reached it.

He was driving you crazy.

You kept your hand in his hair, giving it an accidental tug whenever he did something you really liked. And with each tug, a whine would leave Mateo’s lips, vibrating around your length. A vicious cycle.

“’Teo, I love you, but if you don’t suck my dick right now-”

You didn’t get to finish.

Mateo’s hot mouth suddenly sunk down onto your length, a loud groan leaving you as he took you all the way to the base. When he was all the way down, he swallowed around it, taking greedy breaths in through his nose. Your head felt hazy, looking down at Mateo taking your full length down his throat.

You took a deep grounding breath, praying to the universe that you wouldn’t finish too fast – that would be slightly humiliating. But you could already feel your orgasm fast approaching.

Mateo looked up at you, his pretty brown eyes slightly tearing up at the aching stretch of his lips around your cock. One of his hands squeezed your thigh, a clear invitation in his eyes. You groaned when you realised what he meant.

Fuck my mouth. Please.

Soon, both of your hands were in his hair, holding him down onto your length. You gave it a light pull to get his attention.

“Tap my thigh twice if it gets too much,”

He nodded as best as he could with his mouth full of cock, eyes looking up at you adoringly, full of trust. You smiled softly down at him.

You tested the waters, giving a gentle thrust up to start. Mateo hummed around you, thighs clamped together as he tried to get some kind of stimulation to his poor cock. At this, you became a bit braver. Your hips bucked up, pleased grunts leaving you as you began to fuck his throat. Your hands pulled and pushed Mateo’s mouth up and down onto your cock in time with your thrusts, roughly manhandling him for your own pleasure.

“So fucking perfect for me, baby- So fucking good, oh my god,” you groaned, your mouth agape. He looked so perfect with his mouth stuffed full of your cock.

Mateo’s eyes rolled back at a particularly hard thrust, drool seeping out from his lips as he whined and choked on your length. You kept an eye on his hands, ensuring that he wasn’t using the safe sign and that he was comfortable to continue. He didn’t tap out. Instead, he moaned, tugging at your hips to go faster, harder.

How the fuck did you get so lucky?

You rammed into him, your stomach tensing as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. You needed to come, desperately.

“Baby… I’m so close- fuck, can I come on your face? Is that okay?” you panted out, your thrusts growing jerky and uneven as you frantically tried to delay your climax. The idea of his face streaked with your come – you couldn’t think of a better work of art.

He whined in approval. You quickly pulled him up and off your length, holding the base of your cock tightly so you didn’t come too quickly. Then, you pointed it towards his face, stroking hard and fast. He looked at you, his eyes blown wide with lust, his lips red and swollen – his mouth opened wide for your load. Only then did you notice the way he was humping eagerly at the bed, his sweatpants visibly stained.

You groaned as you reached your high, making an effort to aim for his face as best as you could, your head thrown back in ecstasy. Ropes of thick, white come shot over his face, landing across his lips, into his open mouth, and over his closed eyelids. Some even ended up in his hair and streaked over his jacket. Washford wasn’t going to be happy. He took it all greedily, revelling in it. It contrasted beautifully against his tan skin.

You almost felt like you’d blacked out, your chest heaving as you came back to reality. You looked down at Mateo, collapsed forward against your stomach, his face buried into you. Your arms automatically wrapped around him, pulling him up onto your lap as you pressed soft kisses onto every part of him you could reach. He hummed quietly, nuzzling into you.

“So… are you still feeling cold?”

You chuckled, giving him a peck on the forehead.

“After that? I don’t think I’ll ever feel cold again.”

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Papa, me want more movie (tysm for feeding us with goated mateo fics)

hehe i'm glad you enjoy them <33

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hey uh i dunno if this is allowed or if it’s weird but can we get some Mateo X Male Reader?

posted! i hope you enjoy <33 (and it's not weird at all anon)

[tywrites]

warm me up | mateo manta

request: “hey uh i dunno if this is allowed or if it’s weird but can we get some Mateo X Male Reader?” – anon

pairing: mateo manta x amab!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, blowjobs, facials

a/n: ofc it's allowed and not weird at all anon! i hope you enjoy <3

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For the most part, you’d always liked winter.

You liked how you weren’t beading with sweat after a minute’s walk to the fridge and back. You appreciated the cool weather, the refreshing breeze against your skin as opposed to the scorching heat of summer. You didn’t have to chug iced water like your life depended on it.

But at night, it was so fucking cold.

You pulled the duvet around you as tightly as you could, shivering in the chill of your bedroom. You’d already had a word with Hector about heating up a bit, but there must have been something wrong with the aircon – it only seemed to be blowing out icy air. And almost as if the universe itself wanted to screw you over, it was the weekend.

No repair shops were open in your small town. You’d at least have to wait until Monday.

A sigh left your lips as you rolled over, trying in vain to get comfortable but only able to feel the ache of your poor, frozen toes. You slumped onto your back, staring up at the ceiling in defeat. There was no way in hell you were going to sleep tonight.

You glanced over at the time. 2am.

Absent-mindedly, you wondered if anyone else would be awake. I mean, if you weren’t going to sleep, some entertainment would be nice at least. You looked around the room, weighing up your options. Timothy would never be awake at this time and you were slightly afraid of what you’d see checking if Dirk was up. What happens between a man and his body pillow, stays between a man and his body pillow.

Your eyes eventually landed on the blanket bundled up at your feet, a last ditch effort you’d tried to get some semblance of warmth. You never usually brought Mateo’s blanket up to bed with you, tending to leave him in his usual place in the living room for easy access on a movie night. But tonight had been so cold, you’d needed the extra heat.

Snuggling with Mateo never failed to warm you up, his comforting and cosy presence difficult to deny. You weren’t positive that he’d be awake, but it didn’t hurt to try, right? You reached over and put on the dateviators before turning your gaze to the blanket. It didn’t take long for Mateo to pop up, looking at you with a sleepy smile.

“Can’t sleep, amor?”

You huffed in annoyance. “Nope. Way too cold,” you said, propping yourself up against your pillows. Mateo was sat on his knees at the foot of the bed, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Oh? Anything I can help with? Wanna snuggle?” He offered, holding his duvet clad arms out to you.

“I mean, a cuddle would be great,” you started, one of your hands moving up to grip the top of the headboard lazily, your legs parted in a V under the covers. “but I kinda had something else in mind…”

His eyes widened at the insinuation, a pretty blush dusting his round cheeks. He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “Oh? Oh… well, I’m definitely not opposed to that,” he said, biting his bottom lip suggestively.

You gave him a smirk, relaxing back against the bed. “How about you come over here then, hm? We can help each other get a bit… warmer,” you trailed off, your voice low and husky.

He hummed, an impish look on his face. But instead of advancing towards you, he got off the bed and stood up. You raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. You watched as he lifted the bottom of your covers, cool air rushing over your feet and legs, your skin prickling with goosebumps.

“What are yo-”

Oh my god.

Mateo looked at you up through his lashes before crawling under the covers. You watched, mouth slightly agape as he made his way over to you, his hands sliding teasingly up your legs. The heat of him against you warmed you up immediately, as did the slight blush rising to your cheeks. He was so close to you, somewhere you couldn’t even see.

It was exciting.

The lump that was Mateo moved closer to you under the duvet, his lips pressing quick kisses to your thighs – little pecks of heat. You jumped a bit at his sudden touch, pulling an amused chuckle from him. When he neared your crotch, you heard a small gasp come from your blankets, hitting you with a realisation. You weren’t actually wearing any underwear. You never did when you slept, finding it way too uncomfortable.

You were bare under the covers, your cock hardening in front of Mateo’s face.

“Fuck amor, you’re so hot,” he said lowly, his voice muffled by the layers of fabric between you. You groaned, your cock throbbing at the compliment. You waited with bated breath, unable to see what he was doing or what was going through his head.

“Mateo, please,”

“Please what? Tell me what you want, wanna make you feel so good,” he said softly, running his hands up along the length of your thighs, inching closer and closer to where you desperately needed him before pulling them away abruptly.

You bit your lip, holding back a moan. “Need your mouth, baby, please- need to feel you…” Your words were accompanied with desperate bucking of your hips, a futile attempt for friction against your leaking cock. In this moment, you wanted nothing more than to fuck his mouth; to watch him choke and whine around your length.

Mateo went quiet for a moment, though you could just make out soft pants coming from him in the silence of the room.

Growing impatient, your hands made their way under the blanket, pushing it back a bit in the hope that you could see him. Tufts of his messy, white hair became visible, as did the predicament he’d found himself in. Mateo had his eyes locked on your hard length, one hand massaging the bulge in his sweatpants desperately. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, beads of sweat rolling down his face and neck; he really was a sight to behold.

You couldn’t help but stare, drinking him in.

He eventually looked up at you, a surprised gasp catching in his throat (though his hand on his cock didn’t cease it’s motions). A smirk spread across your face as you lowered your hand to cup his cheek, tilting his head up for a better look.

“God, look at you… I haven’t even touched you and you’re already so desperate for me,” you said, looking pointedly at his aching erection straining against his pants. “You want my cock that badly?”

He whined, loud and high, his face flushing a deep red.

“Yes… need it. Please, want it in my mouth so badly,” he murmured, his thighs clenching together as he pressed the heel of his hand into his bulge, moaning brokenly.

You groaned at his words, doing everything in your power not to ravage him right there and then. Instead, you laid back and let your thighs spread a bit wider, giving Mateo full access to your weeping length. Your hand left his cheek, now tangling in his hair, stroking the locks softly.

“C’mon then, love. Go ahead and take it,”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. He surged forward, hands finding purchase on your hips as he nuzzled into your dick. He glanced up to make sure you were watching – as if you were capable of anything else right now – before placing a tender kiss right on the tip. You inhaled sharply, gripping his hair tighter.

This man was gonna be the end of you.

Mateo was surprisingly talented with his tongue, especially considering his lack of experience. It helped that he knew exactly the spots to make you melt. He paid special attention to your heavy balls, his tongue slathering them in saliva before gently blowing cool air onto them, sending shock-waves through your system. He licked a long stripe from the base to the tip, suckling at the head when he reached it.

He was driving you crazy.

You kept your hand in his hair, giving it an accidental tug whenever he did something you really liked. And with each tug, a whine would leave Mateo’s lips, vibrating around your length. A vicious cycle.

“’Teo, I love you, but if you don’t suck my dick right now-”

You didn’t get to finish.

Mateo’s hot mouth suddenly sunk down onto your length, a loud groan leaving you as he took you all the way to the base. When he was all the way down, he swallowed around it, taking greedy breaths in through his nose. Your head felt hazy, looking down at Mateo taking your full length down his throat.

You took a deep grounding breath, praying to the universe that you wouldn’t finish too fast – that would be slightly humiliating. But you could already feel your orgasm fast approaching.

Mateo looked up at you, his pretty brown eyes slightly tearing up at the aching stretch of his lips around your cock. One of his hands squeezed your thigh, a clear invitation in his eyes. You groaned when you realised what he meant.

Fuck my mouth. Please.

Soon, both of your hands were in his hair, holding him down onto your length. You gave it a light pull to get his attention.

“Tap my thigh twice if it gets too much,”

He nodded as best as he could with his mouth full of cock, eyes looking up at you adoringly, full of trust. You smiled softly down at him.

You tested the waters, giving a gentle thrust up to start. Mateo hummed around you, thighs clamped together as he tried to get some kind of stimulation to his poor cock. At this, you became a bit braver. Your hips bucked up, pleased grunts leaving you as you began to fuck his throat. Your hands pulled and pushed Mateo’s mouth up and down onto your cock in time with your thrusts, roughly manhandling him for your own pleasure.

“So fucking perfect for me, baby- So fucking good, oh my god,” you groaned, your mouth agape. He looked so perfect with his mouth stuffed full of your cock.

Mateo’s eyes rolled back at a particularly hard thrust, drool seeping out from his lips as he whined and choked on your length. You kept an eye on his hands, ensuring that he wasn’t using the safe sign and that he was comfortable to continue. He didn’t tap out. Instead, he moaned, tugging at your hips to go faster, harder.

How the fuck did you get so lucky?

You rammed into him, your stomach tensing as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. You needed to come, desperately.

“Baby… I’m so close- fuck, can I come on your face? Is that okay?” you panted out, your thrusts growing jerky and uneven as you frantically tried to delay your climax. The idea of his face streaked with your come – you couldn’t think of a better work of art.

He whined in approval. You quickly pulled him up and off your length, holding the base of your cock tightly so you didn’t come too quickly. Then, you pointed it towards his face, stroking hard and fast. He looked at you, his eyes blown wide with lust, his lips red and swollen – his mouth opened wide for your load. Only then did you notice the way he was humping eagerly at the bed, his sweatpants visibly stained.

You groaned as you reached your high, making an effort to aim for his face as best as you could, your head thrown back in ecstasy. Ropes of thick, white come shot over his face, landing across his lips, into his open mouth, and over his closed eyelids. Some even ended up in his hair and streaked over his jacket. Washford wasn’t going to be happy. He took it all greedily, revelling in it. It contrasted beautifully against his tan skin.

You almost felt like you’d blacked out, your chest heaving as you came back to reality. You looked down at Mateo, collapsed forward against your stomach, his face buried into you. Your arms automatically wrapped around him, pulling him up onto your lap as you pressed soft kisses onto every part of him you could reach. He hummed quietly, nuzzling into you.

“So… are you still feeling cold?”

You chuckled, giving him a peck on the forehead.

“After that? I don’t think I’ll ever feel cold again.”

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Didn’t even have something to ask I just wanted to say your writing style is PERFECT! I’ve never seen someone get so close to a character as you have to Mateo it’s genuinely so perfect please never stop🫶

this is the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me THANK YOU SO MUCH :'))) <3

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mateo x male reader you say..... anons i got you 🙏🏻🙏🏻 what i'm currently writing is... filthy :)) stay tuned <3

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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I haven’t ready your pup play Mateo fic yet, but I submitted that ask to Date Everything confession booth and I wholeheartedly agree, Mateo would love pup play no doubt about it. He would love to be called puppy, give him a collar he’d go CRAZY

sooooo real, i wanna make him bark <33

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peg the pup | mateo manta

request: "if i lowkey asked you to write one where mateo bottoms would you accept?" - ao3

pairing: mateo manta x implied afab!reader (reader pegs mateo so...)

warnings: smut, MINORS DNI, pegging, pup/puppy/pet names used, riding, subby mateo

word count: 2k

a/n: so this had been on my mind for a little bit (i need to peg this man so bad) and i got a req that fit kinda perfectly so.... here you go hehe, i hope you guys enjoy <3

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” You looked at Mateo, surveying his face for any signs that he was feeling uncomfortable.

You were laying down on your bed, propped up against the plush pillows. You were completely nude, aside from the appendage that clung to your hips, hanging heavily against you. The strap-on was a light blue and on the smaller side – you didn’t want to rush this too fast. Mateo was still fully clothed in front of you, wrapped up tight in his blanket jacket and kneeling at the foot of the bed.

Mateo chuckled nervously. “You worry too much, mi amor. I’m fine, really. I… I want this just as much as you do,” he said, unable to tear his gaze away from your body. Completely bare; all for him. He eyed the silicone cock around your hips, his heart pounding at the thought of it inside of him.

“Okay. But if you want to stop at anytime, please tell me. I want you to enjoy this, Mateo,” you said, giving him a soft smile. “Now… you gonna come over here and let me take care of you, puppy?”

He bit back a whine at your words, his cock throbbing excitedly in his pants. His hands shook slightly as he slowly unwrapped himself from the thick blanket, shedding it onto the floor, along with his vest and sweatpants.

It wasn’t like you’d never seen him naked (this definitely wasn’t the first time you’d had sex), but it felt different this time. You, watching him, eyeing him hungrily from the bed. It was enough to have him flushed beet red under your gaze.

He took a deep breath in when he slipped off his underwear, his hard cock sitting against his soft stomach. He gave it a few languid pumps, groaning quietly, his fist pressed to his mouth to muffle the sound.

“Don’t you dare hide those pretty noises from me, pup. I want to hear you,” you scolded, leaning over to your side table. You reached into the drawer, pulling out a tube of lube which you promptly squeezed onto your fingertips. You slowly stroked the length of the strap, making sure it was liberally coated all over. Mateo was transfixed by your motions, his eyes blown wide in desire. “Come here,”

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

He crawled his way over to you, sinking into the soft material of the mattress. When he was in front of you, he wasted no time in pulling you into a heated kiss. From this position, your strap pressed against his hard cock deliciously, causing Mateo to let out a whimper against your mouth. You pulled back, taking hold of his arms and pushing him slightly away from you.

He looked at you dumbly.

“Did I say you could do that, pup?”

His eyes widened, his face adorably pouty. “N-no..?”

You smiled softly at him. “That’s right, good boy!”

Oh. Oh.

Oh, he liked that.

“I didn’t tell you to kiss me. I told you to come here. Now, what are good pets supposed to do, hm?”

His breath caught in his throat. The way you were speaking to him, your tone sweet but patronising – it made his head spin. “We’re supposed to listen…” he said quietly, his droopy eyes looking at you apologetically. “I’m sorry,”

You cooed at the endearing look on his face. I mean, who could be mad at that? You leaned towards him, tucking wisps of white hair behind his ear. “It’s alright, pup. You just got a bit excited. Just don’t let it happen again, okay?”

He nodded. He felt slightly embarrassed that this whole conversation had just made him harder, his poor neglected cock now weeping pre-cum. He gazed longingly at the strap. He wasn’t subtle about it – you noticed almost immediately.

“Aw, look at you. So desperate for cock that you’re practically drooling,” you said, cupping his round cheeks. You could feel them heat up at your words.

“Please,” he said, eyes boring into your own.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” you said, smirking. Your hands were suddenly on his thighs as you pulled him onto your lap, handling him with ease. He was straddling you, your bodies barely a hair’s breadth apart. This took him by surprise, especially with how easily you were able to manoeuvre him over to you. He wasn’t the smallest of guys.

“Pet?”

He blushed at the nickname. “Mmm?”

“I’m gonna open you up for me, okay? Please let me know if it gets too much,” you said gently, leaning up to give him a tender kiss on the forehead. He nodded, curling his arms around your neck loosely. He laid his head against your shoulder and tried his hardest to relax.

He’d never done this before. When you’d brought it up, he was a bit hesitant. Purely because it was so… new. It was something he’d always wanted to try but between the rescue and everything else, it’d just never happened with anyone. He felt kind of in over his head.

The feeling of your hands gently gripping his ass pulled him away from his thoughts, keening at your touch. You kept it slow, keeping an eye on his body language as you circled his rim. He tensed up for a second at the foreign feeling. You carded your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“You okay?”

He breathed in shakily. “Yeah. Sorry, I just… it’s so different,”

“I know. We’ll take it slow. And we can stop at any time remember,” you remind him for the hundredth time. The last thing you’d want would be Mateo ignoring his own needs for yours. That was something he did far too often.

You waited for Mateo’s okay to continue. Your one hand spread his cheeks for easier access as your other slowly started to push one digit into his hole. Your fingers were slick with lube, massaging it around and inside his rim.

“Relax, pup,”

He made a conscious effort to let go of the tension he was holding, his body unclenching against you. You slowly slid a finger inside him, pumping in and out carefully. He whined against your shoulder at the intrusion, stomach tensing.

“So good for me, puppy. So fucking perfect,” you breathed softly into his ear, giving him a second to adjust before sliding in a second digit.

“Mmh, fuck-”

“I know, good boy,”

With his eyes screwed shut, his hips began to move of their own volition. They pushed back greedily against your fingers, Mateo whimpering pathetically in your arms. He pleaded quietly, pressing messy kisses against your neck as you finger-fucked him. You steeled yourself against his charms. As much as you wanted to give him exactly what he needed, you had to prep him properly first. You’d never forgive yourself if you hurt him.

After minutes of scissoring your fingers inside of him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, you finally got to the point where he seemed ready. You withdrew your hands from him, ignoring his whine of protest. Both of your hands found purchase on his ass, squeezing at the soft plush flesh.

“You ready, pup?”

He looked up at you, eyes half-closed and wanting. He didn’t need to say a word. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You smiled against him, lifting him up by his thighs. He gasped against your mouth at the sudden movement and at the realisation that he was now hovering over the strap.

You had a tight grip on him; he knew you’d never let him fall.

“Gonna make you feel so good, love – gonna make you fucking beg for it,” you panted in between kisses. “Go on puppy, beg for my cock,”

“Please please please, mi amor- mmh! I need it so bad, please,” he whined, writhing in your arms.

You smiled, satisfied.

“Good boy,”

You slowly started lowering him down onto the cock. You spread his plump cheeks with each hand, watching him for any discomfort as he sunk down onto the strap. Mateo found himself unable to hold back the broken whine that left him when the tip slid inside, his tight hole clenching around it.

“Fuckk… mmh, so big-” he whimpered, clinging to you.

“I know, pup, I know… doing so good for me,” you mumbled, stilling to allow him to adjust to the stretch. He took a few deep breaths, wincing at the ache. Your thumb rubbed soothing circles against his thigh, his face nuzzled into your neck. When he started to get restless and pushing down against you, you indulged him. You carefully lowered him down until he was fully seated on the silicone cock.

His thighs shook and his eyes rolled back at the delectable feeling of it filling him up. He panted, his cock so hard and ignored it felt as though it might burst. And when you shifted your hips slightly, pressing the tip right into his prostate, he let out the most delicious whine. He was genuinely worried he might come untouched.

“Ay dios mío, please- ahh! Please, I need it,” he moaned, trying to bounce as best as he could but struggling to get any momentum on his own. Your head was fuzzy just watching him taking your cock.

God, you wished you could feel him.

You finally took pity on the poor man, gripping his thighs before finally starting to fuck him like he needed. You thrusted up into him, watching as his mouth dropped open, desperate cries spilling out. Your own thighs burned with exertion as you rammed into him, the room filled with the sound of your skin slapping against Mateo’s plush ass.

“You sound so pretty, puppy, so loud for me. Let everyone know who’s making you feel so good, hm?” You grunted, bouncing him up and down on the length.

He whimpered as he was ravaged by you, only able to sit there in your arms and take whatever you gave him. He could feel the knot building in his stomach with each hit of his prostate, desperate curses leaving his mouth.

“So close, so close, ohh please!”

One of your hands left his ass and moved to his cock, giving it quick, firm strokes. His moans increased in volume and pitch as he grew closer to his release, his balls tensing as you jerked him off. The combination of the two was far too much for him and he was seconds away from his high. You could feel the drool leaking from his mouth onto your shoulder as he lost all his inhibitions, loud sobs of pleasure muffled into your skin.

“Go on puppy, come for me,”

With a long whine, he threw his head back, his body tensing all over as he came. Hard. Hot ropes of cum shot from his flushed cock, spurting all over his stomach and your hand. You jerked him through it, calming your thrusts to a gentle wave as he finished. When he was spent, he slumped against your chest, panting heavily.

You held him, stroking his back as he relaxed on top of you, sweaty and exhausted.

“That was… mmh-” he winced, overstimulated by the cock still seated inside him.

You chuckled in endearment, carefully lifting him up and off of the strap. You took your hands off of him, possibly for the first time all night, to unbutton the harness and slip it off. You then laid down, pulling him gently to lay on your chest.

“You were saying?”

He giggled breathlessly, snuggling into you. “That was… amazing. Like, so incredible. I um, I really liked it,” he said, his cheeks a rosy red.

You pressed a kiss onto the top of his head, leaning back against the pillows.

“I’m glad. I have to say, seeing you like that… fuck, ‘Teo. You have no idea what it does to me,”

His heart fluttered. But, then he realised something.

“Wait! You… you didn’t get to…” he trailed off, suddenly feeling awful.

You went quiet, feeling your face heat up. “Oh um… no, I- I did,” you cursed at yourself for stuttering, your confidence faltering for a second. At the fact that he hadn’t even touched you, hadn’t laid a finger on you; yet you’d come undone anyway.

His eyes widened, and a smirk spread across his face.

“Oh? You liked seeing me all exposed, huh?” he teased. “Liked making me all yours?”

“I mean… can you blame me? When you look that good getting fucked?”

You’d taken the power back. He flushed, looking down. “Alright, fine – you got me. I guess I don’t really have room to tease, you did all the work,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Only the best for you, pup.”

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okay so... idk if this is an unpopular opinion or not but... puppy play mateo... what do we think about it 🙏🏻 and what would we think if i was maybe writing something abt it 🙏🏻