#mattpxreader

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Could you write something about Matt Peake being super into tall women and therefore super into the new tall intern?

Being super short makes this interesting to write!

Youwere always self-conscious about your height. You could never wearheels or sit comfortably on public transport.

Atfirst, you noticed Matt catching glimpses at your long legs. Then youwould see him blushing, especially when you leant over him to fixsomething, or had to look down at him to talk.

Afterthe first week at work, you were invited out for a drink with yournew colleagues. You all crowded into a booth, cocktails and beersscattered the table “Oh shit sorry!” you giggled, as you realisedyou had kicked Matt when trying to stretch your legs.

“It’sfine,” he quickly replied.

Elysepulled you from the booth, declaring that you both wanted anotherdrink “That’s a very short and cute skirt you have on today,” shesaid as you reached the busy bar.

“Isit too short for work?” you panicked, trying to pull it closer toyour knees.

“No!I’m just teasing!” Elyse laughed before ordering 2 margaritas “I’vejust seen a certain someone giving you the eye…”

“Yousound like a high schooler!”

“And?Matt has the hots for you!” You were about to argue back when youexplained the small looks you had seen from Matt. She nudged you andpromised not to say a word as you received your drinks.

Asthe drinks poured, you felt your body get looser and lessco-ordinated. Usually you had the grace of a baby giraffe, but nowyou were scared to leave your seat in case you caused havoc. Younearly knocked over a drink with the sweep of an arm but was rescuedby Matt. He caught your eye and you both collapsed into laughter.James pulled Elyse to the dance floor and you were taken aback whenMatt grabbed your hand, following the couple.

“Noway!” you protested, digging your heels in “I can’t dance!”

“Neithercan I!” he responded. His arm slipped around your waist and pulledyou in close. You were careful in your movements, trying not to hithim or any other dancers. The blushing you were used to seeing, nowturned into a hunger. Without any words being said, you bit your lip.That look was sending you weak to your knees “Come home with me,”he whispered.

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Could you write a story in which the reader is living with Matt and Bruce and one night they snuggle with Matt in the living room because they both can't sleep while they're watching a movie and Bruce wakes them up in the morning and makes fun of them?

You were already exhausted from the long weekat the office, so watching a film in a darkened room with hot chocolate onlycaused you to fall asleep within minutes of the film starting.

A chuckling woke you up from the perfect slumberyou were in the middle of. You heard Matt make a noise too, which forced youreyes to flutter open “Morning sleepyheads!” Bruce laughed as you heard a camerashutter “This is adorable…and so going on Twitter.”

You hadn’t fully realised what he had doneuntil you checked your Twitter later that day to see dozens of notificationsfrom a picture of you and Peake curled up on the couch together. You were goingto kill Bruce.

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Craving Matt Peake office cuteness!

With Spoole and Joel leaving, you had been exhaustedwith the work overload. The plans that had been made for their departure wassupposed to make sure that they didn’t have an impact on the rest of you,however you inevitably found yourself editing late at night after a multitudeof computer crashes. Occasionally you heard a shout or a fist against a desk,reminding you that Peake kept you ‘company’.

You caught yourself peering over your monitorat Peake, offering to help “No, I need coffee. You want some?” he asked.

“Sure,” you smiled.

You always forgot how much the temperaturedropped in LA at night, and you found yourself clinging to the hot coffee cupthe moment it was placed in your hands “Thanks,” you said, taking a gratefulsip.

“You’ve got goose bumps, who left the air conon?” Matt asked.

“I don’t know but it won’t turn off,” youshrugged.

“Here,” Matt said, passing his hoodie over. Yousat in his jacket, secretly smiling to yourself as you tried not to give awayyour secret.

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I had a somewhat sexual dream with Matt Peake... Fluffy/smutty after cuddles?

You collapsed on top of Matt the moment thelast waves of pleasure hit both of you. You felt his hands move from your hipsto wrap around your back as your chests heaved in time, the both of you tryingto catch your breath.

You heard him gently whine as you fidgeted toget comfortable, however he got his revenge when he planted kisses down yourneck, his hot breath on your sensitive skin. Your sweat intermingled as yourflesh pressed together.

“I am not going to be able to walk tomorrow,”you laughed.

“That was the plan,” Matt smiled, reaching upto kiss you deeply.

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Hi! I love your writing, so could you write a reader/Matt Peake fluff??

“Matt!” you called out from your bedroom

“Y/N? Are you ok?” your boyfriend asked as heopened the door to find you standing on the far corner of the bed, holding theattachment of a vacuum cleaner.

“There’s a spider,” your voice quavered as younodded towards the wardrobe.

He sighed, rolling his eyes as he found a glassand a scrap of paper. You watched with baited breath as he reached up to capturethe hideous creature “I’ve lost it!” he panicked.

“Nope, nope, nope. I’m out of here,” youshrieked jumping off the bed and running out of the room.

“Y/N I’m only joking, I’ve got it trapped!”Matt laughed.

“Asshole!” you shouted back as Matt joined youin the corridor, holding the monstrosity in a glass “Want to say hello to him?”

“Him?! Next you’ll give it a name! Just get itout of the house or kill it.”

You followed Matt downstairs, he place theglass down on the table when something even worse happened “Matt?” you squeakedpointing to the glass. Rather than just one spider, a swarm of tiny dotsflooded from the larger spider.

“Shit!” he shouted jumping back “Well we haveto burn the house down now.”

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Can you do some more fluff for Matt Peake? (He's my faves to read from you btw)

“Are you wearing my hoodie again Y/N?” Mattasked.

You were curled up on the office sofa, typingawkwardly on your laptop “Nope, not at all,” you replied.

“Y/N, I know that’s my hoodie, I was wearing itthis morning!” Matt said.

“Yes but it smells like you,” you eventuallyadmitted.

He sighed in defeat and sat next to you withhis laptop. You listened to him tapping away on the keyboard listening to the gentlerhythm. You tried to concentrate on your work but it became increasinglydifficult when he placed his hand on the back of your neck, gently draggingthem over the sensitive skin.

You squirmed slightly, especially as he grazeda ticklish spot. You noticed the smallest of smiles on Matt’s face as youfidgeted due to him staying on that spot a second too long. You protested bypulling the hood up, forcing his hand away from your neck. He chuckled at you,and you could feel his eyes still on you.

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Peake strikes me as someone who doesn't really enjoy human contact like hugs and stuff so could you maybe write something where the reader is the only exception and the guys are kind of shocked? xoxo

You had gone through a crappy break-up thenight before, leaving you without make-up, comfy clothing and a large coffee inhand. You tried to hold the tears back, but you knew the guys wouldautomatically notice the awful mood you were in.

At your desk, you could feel the sobs growingin your chest and it eventually started to hurt when you held them back. Youwere shaking which is when you felt a hand on yours. You looked up to see Mattsmiling gently at you, giving your hand a small squeeze “You want to talk?” hemouthed. You nodded, wiping your damp eyes on your hoodie sleeve as youfollowed Matt towards the kitchenette. He switched on the coffee machine as youslumped against the counter, playing with your sleeves nervously.

You listened intently to the way Matt movedaround the kitchenette, trying to concentrate on your breathing. You were aboutto remind me how you like your coffee, but before you could, you felt a warmmug against your hands. You gratefully received it, and took a sip “What’s up?”he casually asked, however when you looked up, his expression was full ofconcern.

You couldn’t help but let out a sob, quicklyplacing the mug down beside you before you could spill anything. You suddenlyfelt a pair of arms wrap around you, the warmth from Matt’s body pressedagainst your own as you cried against his t-shirt “He broke up with me lastnight,” you whispered. He held you even tighter as tears stained his top.

Matt didn’t say a word, but instead just huggedyou as you let the tears fall for the first time “Oh…umm sorry, I’ll come backin a bit,” you heard a familiar voice say. You looked up too see Bruce turningon his heel and escape the small room. You swore you heard Bruce mumble “What thefuck?!”

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Matt Peake smut? Reader starts something in the morning but it's cut short when they're both going to be late to work so there's a lot of sexual tension until they get back home and explode. :1 There's not enough Peake appreciation going around! D:

There is never enough Peake /\ - P

You woke up that morning, your juices coating yourinner thighs. You struggled around, finding your boyfriend with his usualmorning wood. And, of course, you had gotten one another riled up with teasingwhen you glimpsed at the alarm clock to see it had run out of batteries andthat you had overslept.

You had jumped in the shower, desperatelyhoping that it would calm you and your overly-sensitive pussy down. By the timeyou both got into work, you knew that your libido would refuse to subside:simple acts like walking and fidgeting in your chair was enough to causefriction between your legs. The small caresses and gentle kisses that Matt wasproviding was not helping at all, especially when you heard him chuckle at yoursmall, frustrated groans.

On the car journey home, your leg was tapping,trying to think of anything except Matt being all over you. Before you couldsay another word, you grabbed your bag and rushed in the door, flinging yourcoat on the coat rack by the front door “Oh no you don’t,” Matt said, grabbing yourwrist before you could leave the hallway. He pushed you up against the wall,kissing you hard. As he pulled away, you were left breathless with swollenlips.

“I need you,” you whine, pulling at his clothesuntil you managed to unzip his hoodie and pull his t-shirt off. In return, hepulled off your dress, his eyes watching your breasts heave in the black lacebra. He pulled one of the cups down, reaching down to suck on your nipple,leaving you writhing between his firm body and the wall “Stop teasing me!”

He didn’t need to reply, instead nearly rippingyour panties off as he pulled them down to your ankles. You stepped out of themas Matt fumbled with his belt and boxers; he was already rock hard, and justthe sight of his fist wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking himself wasenough to feel throbbing between your thighs. You were desperate to be remindedof what he felt like inside you, filling every inch of you. He used his leg tospread your thighs, using his free hand to plunge two fingers inside you “Sowet already,” he whispered, quickly adding another finger. You were alreadyshaking in anticipation, moaning his name.

He removed his fingers, eliciting another moanfrom you. He used his drenched fingers to coat his cock before lifting you up,letting his cock slide deeply into you. You bit down on his shoulder to stopyourself from screaming as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your backwas pressed against the cool wall, however all you could think about was Matt’scock. Your moans and his grunts filled the silent house, you slipped your handbetween the two of you, rubbing your swollen clit carelessly, just desperatefor release.

You could already feel the pressure growing, aday of endless sexual tension reaching its climax. Matt was practicallyslamming into you, nothing romantic or tender, pure lust and a need forrelease. Your fingers picked up their pace until you convulsed, screaming Matt’sname. Matt’s thrusting became more rapid and desperate until his cock twitcheddeep inside you as he called out your name.

“Better?” he asked breathlessly.

“Better,” you nodded.