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lottiecrabie · 2 years ago

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writing prompt: phone sex with matty

keeping my soft smut streak<3

it's hard when your boyfriend leaves for worldwide tours

warnings: 18+, phone sex, maybe the slightest dom vibe if you squint

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It’s fifteen minutes past four AM in Manchester. You’re blurrily awake, feeling around for your ringing phone amidst the sheets. An ocean of white seems to be swallowing it up; the sound chases you, but you just narrowly find it before it dies.

“Hey,” you say, voice croaking from the leftover fingers of Morpheus.

“Hey, babe.” Matty’s voice is loose and cheerful as he tends to get after a show. Amped up on the crowd and the wine, his diction gets sloppier, overtaken by sheer joy. Still, he’s careful to not talk too loudly, a small mercy for your waking up ears. “Were you sleeping?”

“No,” you lie, sitting up. Matty chuckles on the other line. “How was the show?”

“God, it was fucking great.” Some intelligible cheers resonate. Matty screams something along the lines of dickhead, then a door closes. The phone is suddenly quiet, like you stepped through your own cottoned cocoon. “Sorry about that. The boys are doing shots.”

“And you’re not joining them?”

“Nah. Wanna talk to you.”

You grin, acting coy. “Little old me?”

“I know. I was surprised, too.”

You laugh openly, throwing your head back. You wish he could see you: he always says it’s his favorite sight. “Shut up.” You shake your head, chuckle still lingering in your voice, melting it to some lovesick tone.

“You always give me these openings when I’m not around to take them.”

The air shifts around you. It grows thick and heavy like his voice, some low rumble that hints at all the dirty thoughts in your head. You graze a hand over your knee, blushing for no one.

“What openings?”

“Don’t act shy.”

You chuckle, raising your hand over your thigh, biting your cheek. “You’re being entirely inappropriate.” Some faint uh-huh comes from his side. It strikes through your abdomen with deadly accuracy. Your walls clench around nothing. “Why don’t you tell me what I’m doing?”

“Yeah?” Matty says cheekily and you can picture the shit-eating grin on his face. “Good girl like you needs help figuring it out?”

You pout, fluttering your eyelashes. He’s not around to see it, but the fake innocence rings in your voice still. “You’re making it sound dirty, Healy.”

“I am, aren’t I?” He sounds smug. “You’re teasing me.”

“Me?” You mean it as a gasp, but it comes out with pride, like accepting some humble compliment.

Matty laughs, seeing right through you. “You little shit.”

Your finger rakes over your thigh, some muted itch making you shiver. You smirk to yourself. “What are you gonna do about it?”

A groan dies in his throat. He’s out of breath when he finally says, “Kiss you.” Lips locking together, a greedy hand in the mess of your hair, greeting tongues. Your mouth burns with the idea of it.

You feel yourself getting wetter. It’s been too long without him. “That’s it?” You still tease, because you like being difficult. “You talk a big game for nothing.”

“Hey, let me take my time. I like to seduce a woman.”

You smirk to yourself. You put the phone on speaker mode, letting it lay against your racing heart. Your tickling hand finally travels up to your pussy, grazing your clit. You moan obnoxiously, just to make sure he hears. A finger dips into your entrance and an unmistakable wet sound resonates.

Matty chokes. “Fuck, babe.”

Out of breath, you say, “I’m feeling seduced.”

Ruffling jeans on the phone. “God.”

You bite your lip to hide a proud grin, more a reflex than a choice. He’s not here to see all the pathetic reactions he brings out of you anyway.

Still clearly pumping a finger into yourself, rolling your eyes as pleasure builds in your belly, you gasp, “Should I just hang up? I think I’d get there faster on my own.”

“Don’t you dare.” It practically rips out of his throat.

You hear Matty spit, then a muffled cry. You throb around your finger, dipping another one in. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Shit, yeah.”

You can imagine it clearly. The way he grabs his base, teases a thumb over his tip, runs a callused hand over his cock. You see his face break with his moans, forehead wrinkling with building ecstasy. It’s so clear in your mind, it’s almost real.

A whine leaves your lips. You want it to be real. “I wanna fuck you.” You’re too gone in the mists of bliss to care how pathetic you sound. Your free hand sneaks under your shirt, grabbing one of your tits, pinching meanly like he would do.

“Me, too, babe.” Skin slapping. He’s clearly biting his lips from the stifled way his groans come out. The boys are probably still getting drunk right outside the room he’s in. Your thighs clench around your working fingers just at the idea. “When I come home, I’m spending the day on my knees.”

You laugh, another wave of euphoria hitting you at the image of his head between your thighs, lapping at you. Fuck, you need his tongue. “Yeah?”

“Gonna worship you,” Matty says. Hands digging into your hips, soft tongue licking at you hungrily, lazy thumb circling your clit. “I’ll have you coming until you’re begging me off. But I won’t stop, won’t I, love? Because you can handle it?”

You whimper, nodding to no one. “I can handle it.”

“And I’ll have you on the bed. In the shower. On the fucking wall. I’ll fuck you on the kitchen table and then invite my friends over, just because I’ll know what we did where they’re fucking eating.”

You frantically nod some more, curling your fingers at a feverish pace. It never reaches the spot Matty does, capable of sending you floating, and you need three just to make up for his width. “My fingers don’t fit like yours,” you moan.

“It’s okay, babe. I’ll take care of you. Are you close?” Matty sounds unhinged. He pants, his strokes sounding quicker and quicker.

“Yeah.” You bite your lip, twisting your nipple, reveling in the thunderous wave of ecstasy. “Yeah, I’m really fucking close.”

“Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes,” you say, just a little out of reach. You press at your clit, uncaring of the strings of moans gracelessly leaving your lips. “Yes, please.”

“Come for me. I want to fucking hear you.”

The tension finally breaks loose. You scream, imagining the dark look on his face, swollen lips moaning for you. Rolls of ecstasy hit your body, arching your back, rolling your head. On the phone, Matty cries out, a string of curses soon following. You continue swiping sloppily at yourself until it’s too much.

The world settles down like snow. You grin, relaxed and easy. You flutter your eyes open, feeling strangely in slowmotion.

“Fucking hell,” Matty says on the line, still breathing heavily. You giggle. “I love you.”

“That’s the sex talking.”

“I don’t think you can say that when there was no sex.”

You roll to your stomach, eyelids growing heavy. “You didn’t tell me about the show.”

Matty laughs easily, shifting. “Go to bed, babe.”

You shake your head stubbornly. “No, no. I’m not tired.”

“It’s like 5AM.”

“I don’t want to miss you.” You can’t miss him if he’s right there, on the phone, almost close enough to be real. If not all of him, at least his voice.

Matty sighs. “I miss you, too. Tour will be over in no time, I swear.”

You smile sadly, digging your chin in the crook of your elbow. The US leg really just started, but you like that he lies to you. Makes the ache sweeter. “Yeah. Then you can come home and fuck me properly.”

You can hear his cheeky grin. “Promise, love. You won’t walk for days.”

Your belly heats up nicely, but you really are exhausted. You yawn, nestling your head in your arms. “Sing me to sleep?”

So tender you could choke on the sugar, “Alright.”

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lightsing · 11 years ago

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+ a mosaic of shuttering lights (3/?)

Title: a mosaic of shuttering lights (iii. cups of joe) Fandom: the hunger games Ship: finnick/annie Notes: So, here's a whiff of Annie on the budding relationship between our favorites. this seems so much like a coffee au and i guess it could be read as a standalone if you really want to (and are too lazy to read the previous installments). i had most of this written out for a while now back in may, but i wanted to rewrite it but decided not to due to laziness so i hope it's okay. Summary: [ she sees the beauty in everything; the colors, the depth, the textures, the technique. and the beautiful boy only sees her, through the lens of his camera. / (—or where annie cresta. the roommate, barista, journalist, aspiring art curator catches the eye of finnick odair. the heartbreaker, veteran, shutterbug, future private investigator.—) ] modern day, college au. part one / part two ao3 / author

The morning is always tiresome yet there's something sweet about the soft silence and silent whispers that fill her ears. The sound compliments the faint colors growing in the sky, which aren't too bright or outshined by the sun. However, it's nothing compared to the skies of the beach, Annie thinks, longing to be back in her home on the beachfront.

She crosses off another day on her agenda calendar. Another day closer to summer break.

"Annie?"

Annie looks up at Gale, who just returned from writing the day's special on the chalkboard menu outside. He rubs his hands together to dust off the chalk from his fingers before he gestures to the new waitress, Delly.

Delly is full of sweet smiles and sunshiny blonde hair. She fumbles a bit, so she looks down at the pad and tries her best to read from her scribbles. "Table 7 wants a frappé, Table 5 wants one mocha latte and one black coffee, and Booth 3 wants a—"

"Extra sweet cappuccino," Annie's best friend, Cressida, cuts in. After Delly confirms and leaves, Cressida shoots a predatory grin at Annie but Annie turns away to start on the orders when Cressida winks.

As Annie turns on the machine for the frappé, she hears her best friend say, "He's been here for nearly four weeks straight! I swear Annie, he's here for you."

Gale only laughs, "Yeah, he's automatically here for Annie when he doesn't bat a single eyelash at you."

Cressida looks affronted, "Excuse me? He did bat an eyelash at me. He flirted with me, Hawthorne, but that's the farthest it went."

Annie ignores the quarrel spewing between her coworkers and raises a brow, "Are you sure? What if he's here for the coffee?"

Cressida only laughs. "With a camera? A T5i camera?" She bellows, astounded. Gale only rolls his eyes and leaves the area before Cressida could go into a full, passionate rant about cameras. She’s majoring in film and shared a photography class with Annie the previous year.

"Ann, honey, he's been bringing a camera with him for the past few weeks, and I'm sure there's nothing visually appealing about the coffee cup he's seen every day for the past month." The dirty blonde pauses for a moment, throwing a quick glance at Annie's task and adds, "Honestly, your coffee may be delicious, but it's not worth a picture taken from a T5i."

Annie appears bemused and finds herself slow to reply. She adds a straw to the frappé and shoves it into Cressida's hands. "Who's the guy?"

The dirty blonde haired girl is about to respond when their superior, Enorbia enters. Their manager, Enobaria emitted a very powerful presence, that made even the toughest and boldest people Annie ever knew, Cressida and Johanna Mason, squirm. Her pointed teeth could be seen when she spoke. "Girls, it's almost rush hour, not social hour, so quit yapping or be fired!"

Cressida quickly rushes towards the cashier counter, and Annie starts spluttering out a protest. "I—I was working though—"

Enorbia saunters out of the room to the back. Annie merely stills her thoughts and returns to making coffee. Pouring a cup filled with hot black coffee, another filled with sugary mocha and some cream, and the last containing cappuccino with extra sugar, she moves toward the cash register and laid the drinks out on the counter beside Cressida.

Gale walks over and picks up the drinks, while Cressida grins wildly. She's been waiting forever for this day to come. "Alright, do you see the guy in Booth 3?"

Annie looks up and sees a bronze haired man staring out the window with a T5i Canon camera in his hands (like Cressida had said). She waits for Gale to drop off the man's order to see his face, properly. Once the drink is dropped off, and the man thanks Gale, Annie sees his face clearly and recognizes his voice.

"That's Finnick Odair," Annie murmurs. "Why didn't you tell me, it was him?" She raises a confused brow at her friend.

Cressida shrugs with increased fascination, "That's Finnick Odair? I didn't know! I only go to school once a week, woman!"

Annie offers a small smile in apology. She should've known. Cressida only has one class at the university since she's a year older than Annie, and she has an internship in film making, which she devotes her time to. Cressida has made a few documentaries and has recently been going with her camera crew to film a small independent movie.

Her attention is swept elsewhere when a customer approaches the counter and orders a latte. "Coming right up," Annie exclaims, heading towards the coffee makers. She hears her best friend recite the price, and when she returns with the coffee, she doesn't see Finnick in the store anymore.

The next morning, after trying to wake up Johanna for one of her activist meetings, Annie rushes to the coffeehouse.

Delly is already inside, yawning while she wipes the tables. Annie can't help but yawn herself. She was never really a morning person, she was more of a night owl.

She makes a mental note to herself that they’re short on staff. Gale is out for the morning because he's taking his childhood friend to her graduation ceremony recital, and Cressida is absent due to an early shooting for her movie. It's going to be a busy morning, Annie thinks. Especially since Delly's going to leave in an hour to go to high school.

She grabs her apron from the rack on the back and wraps it around her waist. Annie puts her hair up in a quick, simple braid, before starting the coffee machines. Delly yells out the orders to Annie, who completes each order in one go. She brings all the cups to the counter and looks at the orders Delly has taken.

"Alright, number 3? Your milk latte is ready!" Annie exclaims. She frowns when no one responds. She squints again at the note and tries to pronounce the name. "Rue!"

A small person, who Annie assumes to be Rue, comes to take her coffee. "Thank you," she murmurs with a small adorable smile, taking a sip of her coffee when she walks out the shop.

Annie proceeds to the next few orders while Delly collects a couple more. "14! Your cappuccino is ready." She looks around distractedly until a familiar bronze haired man appears.

Her brow furrows a bit when she tries to associate the name scribbled on the cup with the man standing before her. She's thoroughly amused and she hands the cup to him with an inquiry on her lips. "Here you go, Mr. Rochester?"

A prideful grin suddenly morphs on his face. His grin grows larger when he looks at her, reminding Annie of a clever fox, who finds himself sly and cunning. He briefly looks away and straightens the string of the camera around his neck. Then he grabs the cup from her hands, their fingers brushing, and if Cressida were here, Annie knows that Cressida would comment on how he totally lingered and dragged out that moment between them. But since Cressida is not here, Annie acts as if nothing happened.

"Thanks."

She nods and watches Finnick leave when she proceeds to the next order.

He returns the next day, and the next day and the day after that and the day after that. She greets him when she walks in the door. He has started to wait for her outside the coffee shop in the mornings, holding out the door for her, as if he just happened to be walking in as well. Annie doesn't notice at first nor has she questioned it until Cressida brought it up one day.

Annie doesn't say much and decides to return the gratitude by making his extra sweet coffee with little foam designs on it. She does this for all her friends who happen to frequent the little coffee shop, and so she guess she considers her roommate’s best friend a friend.

Sometimes she’d make a leaf or a flower or some sort of swirl. She doesn’t ever bother with hearts because she doesn’t like how they turn out. Other days when she’s feeling extremely artistic, she would make a whole scene, creating an image with planets in space, or of fishes in the sea, or a sailboat in the sun. During those days she’d find herself hoping he would take a picture of her effort, and on most days he does, allowing her to feel a swell of pride flood through her. She knows he smiles when she would draw kittens, puppies, or bunnies on his coffee, and he’d look over at her in sheer delight.

“I swear, Cresta, if he doesn’t ask you out soon, I will ask on his behalf.” Gale admits, jokingly.

Her face is a mix of horror and flattery as all her friends try to get her to notice the obvious fondness Finnick Odair has for her. She wouldn’t call it a crush because they barely know each other. She’d think attraction or fondness would be the correct term for whatever he’s feeling. However, she’d always deny it because she’s not into Finnick and she’s trying to make her long distance relationship work out.

She tells Johanna all about this, and Johanna only regards her skeptically with, “Is that so? Hm, I haven’t noticed.”

“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” Annie retorts and her roommate laughs too loudly.

“I hate Cashmere,” her roommate bites out. “He’d know better than to actually date her.”

And Annie finds herself more confused. “Cashmere? Isn’t that like a type of sweater?”

Johanna smiles bitterly, “Yeah.”

The conversation ends at that, and the pair turn on the TV and watch Pucca through one of Annie’s playlists for the afternoon. Johanna opens a new bag of chips and the two eat and laugh and watch, forgetting about anything related to their sad college life. Their focus is solely on a little red girl with two large buns in her hair flying into the air and kicking some ninja butt. “God, I love how aggressive Pucca is,” Johanna comments and Annie agrees.

She gets a text from her boyfriend, Blight, in the middle of their little marathon. He sends her an image of him in a tux for his cousin’s wedding. There’s a follow up message saying, ‘Wish you were here.’

She smiles and shows it to Johanna, who snorts. After all, Blight was the one who introduced Annie to Johanna after they realized they were going to different universities. She has no idea where Blight gets all his friends from because Johanna and him are nothing alike, but she has never asked.

Annie texts him back, telling him how handsome he looks and then their conversation dies there. She can’t figure out how to make their relationship work, and she kind of wants to break up, but she doesn’t know how to.

"Annie," Johanna starts, directing her attention towards the kitchen. "Fix it." The sink in the kitchen keeps gurgling up shit. The pipes are all messed up as water keeps backing up the sink. It's the third time she had to stop it this week, and she wants to give up.

"Let's just hire a plumber," Annie begs for the millionth time. Johanna jerks her head up away from the TV and refuses. "No way, I don't need a man to do something a woman can do just as well."

"Who knows? Maybe a woman plumber might show up," she reasons. But Johanna does not buy the bait, and Annie decides she needs to do something.

She just has to decide which problem she should fix first.

Her solution comes in the form of Finnick Odair.

Cressida is out again, and Gale is running late. So when he comes up to make an order, an idea springs up in her head. "Hey," Annie greets him. "Cappuccino, right?"

He nods with a smile, about to remind her to add extra sugar, when she beats him to the punch. It's such a peculiar request with the amount of sugar he likes to take, that she finds it impossible to forget.

"You're going to get diabetes one day."

He looks up at her in surprise. "What are you supposed to be? My nurse?" he asks, grinning. Clearly, he's enjoying the conversation. She's sure he's just a people person and lives just to talk to others.

She signals for him to move aside a bit, so she can tend to other customers. She loves socializing as well, but she's much more shy in her attempts.

When she spots Gale putting on his apron and moving towards her, she trades spots with him. She walks towards the coffee maker to brew coffee and notes Finnick following her to that side.

"Do I look like a nurse?" She asks with her back facing him.

"You could be one," he muses, and when she turns to face him to hand over his coffee, there's this calculating look in his eyes.

"Well, I'm not," she explains. "My passion is in art, and that's what I want to do." She places his coffee cup on the counter and then calls the name of the other customers who have ordered and puts those cups on the counter as well.

He picks up his to-go cup and looks like he wants to talk more, but he checks the time on his phone and frowns.

"Hey, you're not busy today, are you?" she inquires before he can leave. He shakes his head, prompting her to continue. "Are you willing to help a girl out and do her a favor?"

She notes the way he perks up with curiosity. "It depends on the type of girl," he quips, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Annie stares dumbfounded. Is he actually flirting with her? She notices the way he fidgets a bit, and then she remembers he needs to get to class soon so she continues. "Don't tell Johanna because she'll kill me if she finds out I did this, but..."

He arches a brow at her, and she nearly laughs but refrains from doing so. "We have a broken sink and Johanna refuses to get someone to fix it. So I was wondering if you could help out? I mean if you're good at plumbing 'cos not everyone is. And it's perfect 'cos Johanna has some club meeting she's attending to this afternoon."

Finnick nods then, "Of course. I love helping damsels in distress and anything to piss Jo off."

Annie was ready to argue that she wasn't a damsel nor was she actually in distress, and the thought of being compared to such made her feel like a child. Yet she could tell he needed to go, and she didn't want to make him late. "Great, see you later then. I hope you like pho, 'cos that's what I'm ordering for dinner tonight!"

Finnick beamed before he walked out with coffee in hand. "I'd love that."

#odesta #fannie #finnick x annie #annie x finnick #i am on a roll!#and i am basically just feeling generous for labor day weekend #and also procrastinating #enjoy though!#MY GOAL FOR THE NEXT CHAP IS KARAOKE i swear #fic: mosaic of shuttering lights #p.s. can you tell how i am so down with cressida being bffs with annie? god this is all thanks to natalie dormer

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