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imagine sitting on his lap and and sucking on his sweet spot as you palm him through his tight boxers "Princess I need to be inside you now" he moans as he flips you over ripping your clothes off and slamming into you so hard you can't help but scream "FUCK MATT" he continues to thrust "yes baby girl scream my name,I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good" "OH FUCK MATT YES FASTER BABY" he begins to thrust faster and deeper hitting your g-spot with every thrust "FUCK IM CLOSE" you scream,after a few more thrust you release onto him you keep moaning his name until he finally hits and high and pulls out laying down next to you trying to catch his breath "we need to do this more often" he says clearly still breathless while placing a small kiss on your temple. -Faith

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when your friends are being assholes

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Wow I'm so sorry for the lack of content we've been very busy! But I am working on something new for you guys💕 -Faith

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Matthew Imagine❤

Imagine waking up in the morning next to Matt greeting you with his sweet morning voice “Good Morning princess” and his beautiful hazel eyes staring down at you after giving you sweet peck on your lips

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do you ever look at Matt’s lips and cry because you wanna kiss them so bad

espinosavirgin  (via ridindaddymatty)

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He’s either a cute dork or the hottest person ever and there is no in between.

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picture with your best friend

Here it is I still make preferences !! if you didn’t know you can request some HERE  

Y/IG/N = your instagram name 

Jack J : @Y/IG/N : would you believe me if i told you we finished it all #proudofourself’s 

Cameron : Y/IG/N : sorry @camerondallas we stole some video games 

Nash :  Y/IG/N : trying to be models 

Jack G : Y/IG/N : Trying to be artsy 

Shawn :  @Y/IG/N : Pillow fight 

Aaron : @Y/IG/N : model status  

Matt : @Y/IG/N : I’ve always wanted to do this .

Carter : @Y/IG/N : Gamer’s 

Taylor : @Y/IG/N : we are weird …..

Hayes : @Y/IG/N :  woe 

i hope you enjoyed !! 

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matt imagine:

you and matt were coworkers at a big cooperate office. you both feel a connection be you push it away. matt, on the other hand, did not. it dwelled inside of his soul and drives him crazy. he wanted you- bad. one day, you both were walking to the copier room. it was around two o'clock, so you two were the only ones there at the office. you both walk into the copy room, matt behind you. he locks the door and you become worried. “matt, w-what’s going on?” you stutter. “y/n. i need you. i need you now.” matt says, raspy and deep. you looked around, your heart beating out of your chest. “babe, calm down. it’ll all be okay.” you calm at the sound of his soothing voice. “okay, okay.” you say, becoming vulnerable. he gets infront of you, and gently grabs your hand. he creates circles with his thumb on the back of it. he moves his hand up your arm and then down your side, stopping at your waist. he brings you closer to him, now you are stomach to stomach. he gently places his lips on yours, licks you bottom lip, then breaks the kiss. “you drive me crazy!” you say, grabbing the back of his head and bringing his lips to you. he breaks the kiss, saying, “now you know how i feel.” you see a smirk appear on his face. he roughly kisses you lips, causing you to moan. he lifts you up on to the desks and starts to rub your thigh, inside and out. he sticks to fingers in the bottom of your shorts, not going very far. he trails his hand back to your butt and slaps it, shocking you. he places both hands on your thighs. “jump.” he says, against your lips. you slide closer to him and jump up, with him help push you up. we walks slowly to the wall and then he slams you against the wall, shocking you again. he breaks the kiss and sets you down. he fumbles to unbuckle his pants. then he stops, looking up and noticing that you weren’t undressing also. he gives you a blank and ‘c'mon’ look. you get the message and take off you shirt. “why you do you wear an undershirt?” he asks, while both of you are undressing. “because.” is all you could return. “you are beautiful, you know? this is why im doing this. because just your look drives me crazy. your tiny little touch drives me crazy.” he tells you, finally getting his pants down. you slide your pants down and take off your undershirt also. matt takes his shirt off, revealing his perfectly tan body and six-pack of abs. he walks closer to you again and places his hands on your waist, bringing you close to him. both of you are sanding stomach to stomach again. “jump.” he says, putting his hands back on your thighs helping you up. he does not break eye contact doing any of these actions. he puts you in the wall again, just not as roughly as last time. matt places his lips on yours and licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. you, of course, oblige. you let matt have dominance. he slides his boxers down with out breaking contact. matt slides his hand behind your back and unclamps your bra. he quickly slides it off and throws it behind him. you cover your breasts with your left arm and matt does like that. “you are beautiful. stop covering yourself up!” he says, with a deep and angered voice. you uncover and rest your arm on his shoulder. he slides your underwear off and and places his finger at your clit. he rubs gently, causing you moan loudly. he breaks the kiss and brings his lips down to your entrance. he starts licking and you start biting you lip to stop your moans from escaping. you let out a little and he swallows it. he lifts his lips and connects them with you. you taste something weird. your face scrunched up because you know what it is and it disgusts you. “babe, you taste good.” he says, noticing you scrunched up. “ew.” he lowers you and then your slams into you. you bite you lip harder than before as he thrusts in and out of you, harder and harder than the last one. after about two minutes, you feel your stomach start to tighten up. you were getting close. he starts to rub your stomach and says, “keep it in, princess.” “i-i c-can’t.” you manage out. he sighs and brings his face downs, he licks a little and you let all out. he swallows all, except for the stop that got all over his face. he lifts his face up and continues. you have not unclenched your bottom lip for ten minutes. you start feeling matt get sloppy. a few moments later, you feel a warm liquid go into you. “you get to taste me- several times! but i cant taste you once?” you say, getting quite angry. “fine babe. if that’s what you want.” he says, setting you down on the floor. you start hand pumping, feeling quiet awkward. “if you want a taste, better start sucking soon- like now!!” matt wines and moans. you put your lips on the tip and lick a little bit. you start bobbing just slightly and he lets all out. you swallow it and immediately go to his lips. his face crunches justs like yours did. “i told you. now you know how i felt.” you say. “ew. and don’t bring up the past.” he returns. a smirk appears on his face and he slams into you randomly. he thrusts harder and harder than the last thrust, like before. you bite you lip harder and start feeling blood. he sees your almost white lips and exits. “that was nice. maybe we can do this again?” he thinks out loud. “why not?” you return. “maybe in a bed?” he says, with a wink. “that may happen.” you say, returning the wink. “OH FUCK!” matt yells. “what matt?!” you question, looking worried into his eyes. “no condom.” “oh shit.”

to be continued…?¿

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Matt Espinosa Imagine: Together Again (requested by anon)

You sigh in exhaustion as you try to comfort your seven-month-old son, Hayden, while he throws a fit. You’ve been working all week and have barely gotten any sleep. All you want to do is curl up in bed and sleep for more than four hours, but you have to wait another two days before it’s Hayden’s father, Matt’s, turn to take him in for the weekend.

Everything was perfect with Matt for more than a year and a half, but then you got pregnant and the disagreements started. About the baby, about work and money, about everything. You couldn’t agree on anything anymore. So even before Hayden was born the two of you decided to split. You take care of Hayden over the week and Matt gets him for the weekend, since he’s apparently so much busier with his acting career.

In the midst of Hayden’s screaming, you hear your ringtone playing from the kitchen counter. Still rocking Hayden, you walk over to the phone and pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, y/n, it’s Matt. Is everything okay?”

You sigh again, quite on the verge of tears.

“Everything’s fine. Hayden’s just throwing a fit.”

“Oh… I miss my little man.”

You smile at his words. It wasn’t easy being away from your child for more than a day, and Matt gets to see him less than you do. You wish you could be a happy family all together.

“He misses you too. So why are you calling?”

Matt pauses. “Would you mind meeting me tonight?”

Hayden begins squirming in your arms as you struggle to come up with an answer.

“Can I bring Hayden?”

“Of course,” Matt immediately responds.

“Alright, where? When?”

“El Nopal in half an hour?”

“Sure,” you respond, quite confused as to what this could be about.

“Great, I’ll see the two of you soon.”

You throw down your phone on the couch, finally getting Hayden to calm down. He probably just needs a diaper change. You quickly run upstairs to change him, then grab all your stuff, strap him into his car seat, and head towards El Nopal. You see Matt standing outside his car as you pull into the driveway. You park next to him and get out, allowing him to unbuckle Hayden. Matt immediately lifts him into his arms and showers him with kisses, hugging him close to his chest. If only you could see this more often.

“So what’s up?” You ask nervously, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Nothing much,” Matt sighs. “I just… I miss this guy and - I miss you.”

“Matt, it’s been almost a year.”

“I know. I’m not saying we should get back together, I’m just saying I need to see Hayden more often. I want to make it work so that we can have equal time with him.”

You feel tears start to brim in your eyes. Letting Hayden go for a weekend was hard enough.

“Y/n… Are you crying?” Matt asks tentatively as Hayden begins squirming in his arms. You quickly brush the tears away and take a deep breath.

“I’m fine. I’m just going to miss Hayden a lot more.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“He shouldn’t have to grow up like this.”

“He’ll be fine.”

“No he won’t!” You lose it. “You have no idea how hard it is spending more time with one parent than the other and always missing one of them! You have no idea what it’s like to see perfect families and wonder what happened to yours and why it’s broken! You have no idea what it’s like to wonder if all along it was your fault that everything fell apart! I grew up like that, and I don’t want that for Hayden. He’s my son and he should have both of us always at his side.”

“Y/n, I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say,” Matt says, stunned. “I don’t want that for Hayden either, but I can’t keep making you unhappy. I love you so much it’s just… We fight all the time and that’s not good for him either.”

“Then, please, let’s talk instead of yell and let’s figure out why we even fight,” you cry desperately. “I just, for once, want my own perfect family.”

Matt breaks out of his stunned phase and lunges towards you, Hayden still in his arms. Your lips connect perfectly, like they always had, and he places one hand on your neck.

“Then I’ll do whatever it takes to give you your own perfect family,” Matt says when you break apart. Hayden starts crying again and the both of you turn to look at the beautiful baby boy you created together.

“I’m so excited to finally be together,” Matt continues. “And whatever comes between us we’ll try and figure out. Whatever’s best for Hayden.”

You smile and nod, feeling a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. You would finally have the family you had always dreamed of.

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HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS KID

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Imagine cuddling with Matt and having those deep, late night talks with him about your relationship and plans for your future together. I would love this. - Emily

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He is so cute

June 12: “Can we add bacon to both actually” via Matt Espinosa’s snapchat

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High Five Bryant

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am so funny, i know

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His Favorite Physical Thing: Magcon/Omaha Preference

I plan to do a Favorite Nonphysical Preference as well so watch out for that! I hope you guys like this even though it’s just a little blurb for each boy!

Jack G: Hair Long or short, straight or curly; Jack loved to see the way your hair always seemed to perfectly frame your lovely face. It wasn’t only the sight that appealed to him, he also couldn’t resist running his fingers through it whenever the opportunity arose. It was always soft and smelled sweet, he could never tell if it was just your regular shampoo or the products that you put in, but either way he loved having you close enough that he could catch the scent. As you laid in bed, his absolute favorite thing was to stroke his large hand gently through your smooth locks until his actions eventually lulled you to sleep, then he simply toyed with the ends of it before dozing off behind you, eager to move a little closer just to gather your scent as he slept deeply beside you.

Jack J: Nose He knew it was something you were always slightly insecure about, but that made it all the more endearing to him. He couldn’t understand why you hated your nose so much when he thought it was beautiful, much like the rest of you. He loved to watch your profile as you say watching TV, admiring the curve of it and often placed his gentle kisses right to the tip of it. But his absolute favorite was the way it scrunched up when you laughed; it never failed to make him smile.

Nash: Eyes Many had told Nash that his eyes were his most striking quality and he was always referred to as the boy with the blue eyes, but he never found anything special about eyes until his met yours. The second they locked, Nash was entranced. He thought every inch of you was beautiful, but your eyes sent his head spinning. He loved the way they looked on every occasion, he liked when you wore eyeliner or mascara, although he knew them to be just as lovely without it. Your eyes had undoubtedly been the first thing he’d fallen in love with and ever since, he made sure that you slept across from him at night so that he could wake to the sight of your breathtaking gaze and fall in love all over again.

Kenny: Lips Kenny was in love with your lips. He loved to watch them move as you spoke, even more so whenever you sang. There had been several times where you’d have to bring Kenny’s gaze back to your eyes instead of your mouth simply because as he watched your lips move he couldn’t focus on anything that left them. He loved watching you get dolled up, especially when you’d pull out that lipstick he loved so much and spread it evenly across your plump lips. You both knew it drove him wild and that the lipstick would be smeared in a matter of minutes, but you didn’t care, because you loved the feeling of his lips on yours just as much as he loved the feeling of yours on his.

Shawn: Legs They swore that they went on for forever and his eyes couldn’t resist trailing along them constantly. He couldn’t explain it, but they were his favorite part of you. Summertime was his favorite because you would break out your shorts and his eyes could admire the dewy skin all day and night. He loved how they were constantly soft to him. Even when you insisted that you hadn’t shaved, he couldn’t stop his hands from trailing over your legs when you settled them across his lap or even when you tangled them with his in bed at night.

Nate: Waist Nate was obsessed with your curves, but his favorite by far was how your body came in perfectly at the waist. Whenever possible, his hands were grasping onto it, whether it be late night romps when you rode him or simply when you stood in the kitchen making breakfast. He’d admire your silhouette endlessly and would do just about anything to be wrapped around the body he saw only as perfection.

Aaron: Cheeks It was one of the first things he noticed when you met, the heat that rose to your cheeks at his nervous compliments. He swore that it was that innocent blush of yours that caused him to fall for you in the first place, and ever since then he tried to make it appear as much as possible, whether it be through cheesy, but always honest, complimentary or even just tickling your sides to see your face flush after laughter. Little did he know, however, that every time you blushed, he did as well.

Taylor: Smile Taylor loved to make everyone smile and it was clear that he had a knack for it, but you were without a doubt his favorite person to make smile. He loved the way the apples of your cheeks pushed out and your beautiful eyes crinkled with your smile. He did anything he could think of to make the expression appear on your face; as he solemnly swore that your smile could not only light up a room, but it lit his whole world.

Matt: Hands They were so delicate and small and were so soft. The first time he held them, he was so careful, so afraid to hurt you, as if you were made of glass, but you squeezed his hand reassuringly and his fingers effortlessly tangled with yours. He swore that the first time he held your hands in his was when he knew you were the one for him. He had never met another girl whose hands fit in his like puzzle pieces that had longed to be placed together. Matt adored when your hands roamed his skin, he often begged for back massages just for the occasion, and found himself playing with your fingers mindlessly whenever you two laid in bed or on the couch. He pressed kisses often to the back of it, and sometimes to each individual knuckle when he felt especially compelled to. He couldn’t explain it, but your hands were by far his favorite.

Cameron: Neck God, he had a weakness for your neck. Whenever possible, his plump lips were attached to the soft and always sweet skin of your neck, and it wasn’t always sensual. Sometimes he would sneak a quick and gentle peck that was nothing but innocence, but he just couldn’t resist himself. He also loved simply nuzzling his nose into it as you laid against him. Your neck seemed to constantly smell of your perfume and that was a comfort to Cameron. He loved leaving small bruises whenever you made love just so he could see his handy work on the part of you he adored so much. Your neck was appealing to his eyes, his nose, and his lips and he just couldn’t get enough.

Sammy: Shoulders Sammy upheld his reputation of a ladies’ man even throughout your relationship. He would never think of cheating, but it was clear that he was still just as much of a charmer as he had been when you’d first met, so much so that no one suspected for quite a long time what a true romantic he was at heart. He loved all aspects of your body and when the time called for it his hands would be touching every inch of you, but his favorite of all was your shoulders. After even the most roughest of nights, Sam would hold you close to his chest and press delicate kisses along the supple skin of your shoulder. He did this every night before falling asleep against you and every morning as well, adoring the soft skin with pecks that showed his truly gentle side.

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Digifest New York City. I had received tickets to go and believe me, I was as excited as anything.

I was at the back of the slow-moving line, the minutes before I’m in his arms ticking by. The nerves began to build up, butterflies hysterically batting their wings in my stomach as the line grew shorter.

10 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes had gone by. I could’ve sworn I was now less than five metres away from him. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear as I caught his eyes locked on me, my heart beat and adrenaline increasing by a million miles per minute. There were only two people infront of me now. I guess time flies when you’re preoccupied staring at the love of your life right before your eyes.

I was close enough now that I heard the angelicness of his voice.

“I love you too babe.” He said, hugging the last fan one more time.

This was it. Now is when I feel anxious. He’s right there. What on earth do I say?

For a moment I just stood before him, my mouth gaping open at the sight of my endless love infront of me, as he opened his arms, welcoming me into his warm embrace.

“Easy there cutie.” He said, a sweet, loving ring to his voice.

“I’m sorry, It’s just that-” I began before he cut me off.

“No need for apologies babe.” He said, a crooked smile stretching across his face. My favourite smile.

“So tell me about yourself. What’s your name?” He began, snapping me out of my trance.

“Y/N.” I answered, growing more comfortable.

“Well Y/N,” he started, throwing an arm around my shoulders and intertwining our fingers. His hand was larger than mine, but despite that, our fingers locked together like the pieces of a puzzle. “You are undeniably beautiful.” He finished, looking me in the eyes. A warm rush of heat raced up my cheeks at his statement. I think it’s safe to say he makes me feel something I've never felt before.

Keep your cool Y/N.

“Thankyou. I could say the same about you, only you’re handsome.” I said, mustering up the words.

“You know how to get me princess.” He said, a low chuckle escaping his lips. His chuckle was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, to be completely honest. Subsequently, his grip on my hand loosened as he twirled me around, once after, bringing me in close to him, our foreheads touching.

This moment was so magical, so beautifully surreal that I didn’t want it to ever end. In his eyes, I may only be a fan but in my eyes, he is my world, my air, my universe.

Cameras snapped as we stayed in this position. I didn’t want to let him go. Ever.

“You’re different. Y/N.” Matt whispered, his hot breath ghosting over my lips.

“Different as in, different from the others.” He continued, as he began to sway me, kind of like those fairytales where, typically, the prince and princess dance.

“What do you mean Matt?” I asked, giving him a quizzical look.

“I mean, princess, that I want to get to know you more.” He murmured, his hands trailing down to my jean pocket, slipping something inside.

We were so caught in this moment that I didn’t even realise the annoyed mothers and their daughters behind me in the line, impatiently waiting for their turn. Cussing. Yelling. Shooing me away. Oh god.

“Matt. They’re waiting.” I said lowly, leaning in to peck his cheek ever so lightly.

“Alright babygirl. We’ll meet again, I know it.” He said before letting go of my hand as I walked away, saying one last goodbye to him. The boy of my dreams whom I had just united with. Remembering the slip of paper that had sneakily made its way into my jeans by Matt, I curiously took it out, reading its contents.

‘Call me sometime XXXX-XXX-XXX. Matthew.’

Wow. I’m not dreaming. Not dreaming at all.

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A/N: This one took a while to write. It’s pretty much based on this dream I had last night. Anyway, I REALLY want to meet Matt but I don’t know if he’ll do Australia. Oh well… Hope y'all liked the imagine!!