#i love love love how sappy + filthy they are

[ickybby]

dakota's ability to make her feel like she's his whole world never ceases to amaze her. especially taking into account the complexities that came with, well, being them. the families. the careers. the glamour and the grandeur. it was enough to consume a human being and mutate them into a splintered version of who they once were. who they could have been. seree and dakota have done something incredibly rarer within the hollywood machine; they seem to be doing alright with themselves. that's saying something in the city of train-wrecks and facades. they offer each other a unique perspective that could only come from knowing one another since childhood. some family dynamics were easier to witness than explained. it's fair to assume seree never really pictured their dynamic evolving past that begrudging acceptance they'd probably always be connected thanks to the bond she originally made with his sister. she's forever grateful time has the power to change people, and liquor makes her horny enough to commit to a one-night stand. they wouldn't be here otherwise. their relationship flourished in a way others hadn't. proving their commitment to each other was worth the sacrifice and secrecy they went through to ensure they had time to explore and enjoy their relationship without others offering up unsolicited opinions. the smile that brightened her pretty face is dazzling and oh-so-rare. it's not a red carpet smile, nor is it akin to any of the looks snapped for marketing campaigns or on runways. this smile is one of genuine trust mixed with copious amounts of lust. a smile full of love for someone eager to shower her with the same. he climbed on top and pressed himself inside her once again. her lips parted to make room for a delighted gasp, stealing the i love you too right out of her. a dainty, tattooed hand stays buried in his hair while the other clings to his muscled back. the quiet filth he murmured against her ear caused goosebumps to erupt on her soft skin as her nails dug into his flesh. he completely buried himself inside her warmth with each thrust, bringing her nearer and nearer to that familiar peak of ecstasy. the fantasy of being held captive and trained into the perfect sex toy by the only man she had ever adored leaves her panting like a bitch in heat. he's right about everything. how needy he made her. how she belonged to him, body and soul. seree toyed with her sensitive clit. the bundle of nerves swollen and slick with arousal, tormented by her own fingers until she was finally able to let go and come undone for him. she clenched around his cock with a scream that was short lived, cut off by a breathy whimper as her cunt convulsed around him and became tighter with each spasm, always eager to follow through with his commands, "f-fuck! oh fuck. please! fill me." her orgasm feels never-ending, toeing that thin line of pain and pleasure as he continued to drag out the exhilarating sensations coursing through her body.

the way seree gazed up at him almost brought dakota to his knees. he rarely saw that look in her eyes - true submission with a deep trust that he slowly, but surely earned throughout the course of their relationship. since he was pretty much busy nine months out of the year ( with a 3 month break for the summer months, which really wasn't a break due of his other obligations ) , he barely had time to take care of a house plant, let alone maintain a relationship. it was rare for him to find anyone that he connected to on a deep level - and even rarer for him meet a person that understood his schedule and didn't expect it to change anytime soon. it was great that seree had such a strong sense of self and kept herself busy with her own studies, hobbies and activities that didn't require his presence. of course, he missed her when he was caught up in training, matches, post-match interviews and the like. but the joy that he felt when he was around her made all of that waiting worthwhile.

most people that he came into contact with on a daily basis were only interested in his lifestyle and subsequent wealth. or, they wanted a piece of his body so they could take the experience home and brag about it to whoever cared. dakota wasn't one to complain about his luxurious life - but that didn't mean he didn't feel. sometimes, the people around him treated him like an object that was meant to bring them pleasure. his management, while great, only interacted with him because it was their job to do so. the handful of friends that he kept since childhood got used to his distance and stopped reaching out. his parents and sisters were endlessly supportive, but they wouldn't get it, so he couldn’t talk to them. sometimes he felt like a superstar floating through an orbit by himself. the only thing grounding him and pulling him down to earth was seree’s touch.

the answer to seree's question came quickly. "the love of my life." he said, still staring into her eyes. all he wanted to do was create a fantasyland in his bedroom and fill the silence with his seree’s breathy moans and pleas for more . a genuine smile came to his mouth as he pushed her back onto the bed, guided her to the top of it and positioned his body over hers. the camera to the left of them was nothing more than object in his peripheral. "i love you." he whispered as he re-entered her, his eyes slowly rolling back into his head. in an attempt to control himself and slow down his orgasm, dakota moved at a slow and steady pace instead of plowing into her. he then moved his mouth right next to her ear so he could whisper into it. "i want you to forget about every other man that's ever been inside of you. every man that's ever touched you, ever flirted with you, ever even made eye contact with you. when you're at home, by yourself, i want you to be consumed with thoughts of me. want you to fuck yourself with a dildo and call my name so many times that it sounds like a chant.”

“ god, if you didn’t have work and shit, i’d trap you here with me. slut you out and teach you how to take dick the way that i like it. make you my sex slave. we both know that you’d take it all and still be cock hungry when i’m done. ” now that he was fully comfortably with seree , he felt free to express all of his desires — one of which was his free use kink.talking shit while balls deep inside of her was the perfect way for him to release all of his intense emotions. “your pussy belongs to me. don’t even need to hear you say it to know that it’s true. now be a good girl and cum for me - daddy needs you to be so tight that i can barely keep my cock in.”

[togament]

Hello ✨

How are you doing? It has been a while, since I've been so obsessed with an anime and an anime boy at that 😩 Could I ask for general romantic to naughty Headcanons for Hayato Suo with a female reader?

It would be absolutely lovely 💕 Thank you

hullo, anon! welcome welcome to the winbre fandom ✨ pull up a chair, relax and brainrot with us why wontcha?

suo is such an enigma — he’s so hard to read but he’s so… open at the same time? love him to bits tho. ok onto the romantic, sappy, filthy and sexy headcanons for our eye-patch having pretty boy.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : fem!reader, suo eaaaaats, suo's mean :c, READER BEGS, heavy on the teasing

NSFW under the cut later. so pls, MDNI ok? besitos mua.

S F W .

absolute gentleman. this man will open doors for you, hold your purse without any embarrassment, bring you 'just because' bouquets and celebratory bouquets, wine and dine you. you are absolutely a spoiled son of a gun with suo everybody around you is kinda jealous of it.

loves it when you smell him. LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HE SMELLS GREAT. I DARE YOU. DOUBLE DARE YOU. he rarely ever breaks a sweat in fights and on hot summer days it's weird. he finds it endearing when you lean close to him to smell his shirt or coat. (he sneaks in forehead kisses that way :)))))) ) ((he smells lightly of soap, heavy on the sandalwood incense, clove and patchouli and you can't tell me otherwise.))

has to have your hand in his at all times. no matter what. he likes teasing sakura and nirei whenever he catches them eyeing you both subtly (little shit). if you're averse to physical touch, don't fret. just having you close to him is enough.

is great at giving massages. LISTEN. have you seen his hands? HI??? your man gives you the best back rubs, can wring out the worst knots on your body like no big deal. it's almost like it comes naturally for him. soft pressure? he's got you. medium? sure. hard pressure? "are you certain, dove?" well... okay.

HEAVY ON THE ACTS OF SERVICE. he is at your beck and call 24/7. a lover, personal chef, masseuse, help and a bodyguard rolled into one. he does anything and everything for you without questioning it. he's just happy you're happy.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

N S F W .

absolute gentleman has a mean streak. "you're gushing all over me, dove." he coos against your skin, a nasty smirk painted across his beautiful features. his fingers expertly prodding you. fuck. he knows your body better than you do. "give me another." he adds harshly, his tone a dark contrast from his previous softness. he's pulling another orgasm from your cunt. the naughty, wet squelching reverberating through your bedroom. he loves fucking you slow but god he loves it even more when you're a quivering, fucked out mess on his fingers. his little doll.

loves it when you smell him loves smelling you. ever notice your favorite panties disappearing from your laundry hamper only to have it materialize in your closet, neatly folded? you could have sworn you didn't wash and fold it-- blame your lover. he likes stealing your used panties, holding it to his nose as he takes a deep inhale. his other hand is on his pretty cock, pumping desperately, animalistic. it doesn't even seem like it's him at that moment. when he eats you out, first thing you feel touch your cunt isn't his tongue. it's always, always his nose.

has to have his hand in his at all times has to have his fingers stuffed inside you at all times. as soon as you both are alone, he's all over you. panties slid to the side, alternating between rubbing your clit and fucking you on his slender fingers. he needs you to get a quick nut out for him before the others return -- can you manage?

is great at giving massages--and loves teasing you while doing it. "s-suo.. please..." you whimper below him while he's massaging your thighs, brushing his fingers against your cunt but just missing it by a little bit. he chuckles, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. "relax, dove. you're tensing up again." he says as he does it again, now fully rubbing your clit for a moment before pulling away abruptly. you curse under your breath. "don't tell me you want me to stop." he teases, an annoying lilt to his voice. he knows what he's doing to you.

HEAVY ON THE ACTS OF SERVICE loves giving and giving and giving. this man. THIS MAN. he loves eating pussy. and I mean LOVES eating pussy. he could bust from eating you out alone -- he's not even jacking himself off. he's soiled a couple of his pants before. you wouldn't know. he loves listening to your breathing go from soft heaves to staggered. if you wanted to ask him to eat you out, he's already on his knees before you finish your sentence. make sure you're ready to cum more than 3 times.

a/n: ehe this was fun. suo's so fun to write. he's so filthyyyyyy UGHHHHHHHHH. i hope you liked it, bbs.

[amourrs]

so there’s this absolutely filthy thought that’s stuck in my head of miguel with standing missionary… oh to be fucked in the air like a doll… what can i say i love my men big n strong.

thanks for your request lovey!! — one where you and your boyfriend have a quickie in a public bathroom (established relationship, smut 18+, 0.8k)

Your back is pressed to the wall, hands scraping for purchase against it and coming up empty as your legs squeeze firmly around your boyfriend’s thighs. This is kind of disgusting, you think fleetingly, your head turning towards the closed toilet half a foot to your right. You quickly decide not to care about hygiene, though, not with six feet and nine inches of muscle and sex appeal hard and willing in front of you.

“Cariño,” Miguel pants into your mouth, hands coming up to circle your waist. You’re forced to turn back to him as your eyes begin to flutter closed. “Nuh uh- eyes open, honey. Gotta keep your attention on me or I’m gonna get jealous of a toilet and we can’t give Morales that kind of ammunition against me, not when he caught me stroking that cat last week.”

Your eyes snap open at once. “That cat has a name, Miguel, and it’s Monty—” A gasp cuts you off and it takes you a second to realise that it came from your own throat. Miguel’s hips snap into yours a second time as a smug smile saunters across his lips, twisting them into a condescending expression.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t give a fuck what the cat was called, sweetheart. How could I when I have you right here? Fuck, you’re dripping for me, angel, gonna feel so good when you cum around my cock,” he groans, hands sliding down to cup your thighs as he massages them in his grip. Heat rises to your face and you promptly bury yourself in his neck, peppering kisses to the junction where it meets his jawline as he chuckles at you. “Don’t get all shy on me now, corazón. Actin’ like this wasn’t your idea in the first place,” Miguel teases, his voice cracking slightly as his cock drags against your velvety walls and you let out a broken moan.

“Shut up,” you whine, head still firmly planted against your boyfriend’s hot skin. “Didn’t— fuck— ask, did I?”

Something about the pettiness of your statement is far harder to take seriously when Miguel has your legs shaking around him and so he decides to let it slide, opting to laugh at you rather than torturing you further. “Okay, okay, mi— shit, squeezin’ me so tight. You close, honey? Gonna cum for me? God, please cum for me, you look so pretty when you do—” It’s not long before the huge man’s babbling has your head tilting back to hit the wall of the stall as your cunt clenches around him, your orgasm washing over you as Miguel’s thumb comes up to brush against your clit. You jolt slightly at the stimulation, whining at the slight pain that’s beginning to creep in as Miguel’s thrusts speed up. He’s pounding into you with no reprieve now, arm up above you as he clutches at the top of the stall’s wall to steady himself. “I know, mi vida, I know. I’m sorry, I’m so close, I swear— fuck— taking me so well, cariño, I’m gonna— shit”, he swears, pulling out at the last moment so that he can paint your thigh with his release. It’s so hot when his head slides back to moan as he cums and you have to resist the urge to bite him, instead deciding to whine as you turn on shaky legs to sit on top of the closed lid of the toilet. Miguel turns to you a second later, pulling toilet roll out of the dispenser to his left as he leans over and begins to clean himself off of the soft skin of your thigh, leaving a sweet kiss behind on the spot as he does so.

“So,” he starts as soon as you’re both fully dressed again, your breath finally beginning to return to your lungs. He’s bending down to retie your shoelace for you as he squares his shoulders and looks up into your eyes, an expression of pure, unadulterated (and rather sappy) love evident on his face. “I have a really important question to ask you, and it’s been on my mind for so long—”

You roll your eyes at him, incredulous. “Miguel O’Hara, I swear to God. If you dare propose to me in a public bathroom—”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen in mock surprise and he rises to his feet. “Propose? To you? In a bathroom?! Mi vida, what are you on about? Clearly I was about to ask if you wanted falafel or sushi for dinner,” he rebukes, barely holding in a peal of laughter as it shakes his broadened shoulders.

“Oh, fuck off, O’Hara. Obviously I want sushi.”

Miguel grins at your irritated expression before leaning down to smear an affectionate kiss across your forehead. “Sushi it is then, cariño.”

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong wanted your first time to be special and romantic. Soft.....this is not what he had in mind. Whoops.

『Word count』 :  5.17k

-> Genre: So Much Smut. Fluffy. Romantic.

Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader

[Warnings] : I want to make this a realistic first time. It's funny, there's jokes and mistakes. It's loving. The reader is scared but not of Hongjoong. Insecurities. Oral. Fingering. Squirting. Making out. Praise kink. Bratty sub reader. Soft dom Hongjoong. Lots of lovey-dovey shit. Cute little kisses. Confessions. Daddy kink. Pet names. Unprotected sex cause these two forgot about it until after. Whoops. There is so much dirty talk and slight degrading. This is so filthy and soft and all over the place. Listen man I’m so hooked on sappy romance. And to the bitch that hated angels outfit cause it ‘not 10pm dinner date worth’, theres a part I wrote in here just for you.

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 “If you don’t get back in my car right now, I’ll drag you into it.” His words were dark, tainting on your lips. It was like a drug you’d never get enough of. Quickly, without slipping, you got back into his expensive car, your hand never leaving his thigh as he drove and your lips suckling on his neck. Hongjoong was glad it was almost two in the morning and no one was on the road otherwise he would of most likely hit someone with how fast he was going. He made it back to his apartment in no time and without another moment to spear, he dragged you towards the elevator by your hand. Fingers entangled with yours.. he pinned you against the wall in a feverish kiss, holding the back of your neck, guiding your mouth with his. This was not what he wanted your first time to be like. But god, did he need every second of it.

The way his hand crept up your dress, crawling at your hips. Feeling your frilly panties along his fingertips. His tongue raked down your hot skin, suckling a bright red mark on your neck. He was going to litter you with his marks, every part of your beautiful untouched body. Taint it like you were made for him. He was going to fuck you like it was the last thing he was ever going to do. Because you deserved every treatment he gave you.

-

You didn’t get time to take in your surroundings as you kept your lips flushed against Hongjoong’s. It was only when it was proving difficult to get your docs off when you both ended up laughing and grinning like idiots. Hongjoong was the first to pull away, pushing you slightly to lean against the hallway table so he could kneel down in front of you. You’ve never felt such a feeling like you had right now…This powerful older man, on his knees in front of you, slowly and carefully taking your shoes off. If he wanted you to feel like royalty, he was doing a bang-up job. 

“You like me on my knees, hmm? Angel?” He seemed to notice the way your mind had wandered off. Blush erupted over your face, feeling embarrassed of being caught bluntly staring. 

“I..Uh..” You looked around the hall, trying to find something to distract yourself as Hongjoong placed your right foot back carefully on the floor, having finished removing your shoes. Your sight caught the most amazing thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. “Holy shit…”

“Excuse you?” Hongjoong laughed at your potty mouth, but you walked down the hall, entering the large, dining, kitchen, and lounge room area. It was all opened with floor-to-ceiling windows. You could see almost the whole city. You’ve never been this high up before either, so it made the view even more grand. You watched in awe as the city light captivated you. You were so distracted you almost didn’t notice Hongjoong’s hands snaking around your waist, tugging at the strings on your corset, ever so slightly loosening it with every pull. his eyes never leaving the side profile of your stunning face. “It’s beautiful isn’t it.”

But he was not talking about the city view…

"It is..." You whisper. His lips inched against your neck, kissing down until he got to your left shoulder. Your shall had been forgotten long ago, most likely still in the car. And as you stood frozen watching the scenery beyond the thick glass so intensely, you felt Hongjoong finally slip off the belt around your plump hips, chucking it somewhere in the room. His fingers played with the fabric of your dress while you tilted your head to the side to give him better access. He could smell the sweet perfume on your skin. Feel the way he created goosebumps on your soft skin from the hot breath from his nose. His fingers would tangle, tug, and pull any part of your delicious outfit. The outfit he swooned over at dinner. The outfit he couldn’t help but smile at, thinking how sweet you looked, just like those strawberries that were embroidered on it. The outfit he was going to take great pleasure in taking it off you. Or maybe he’d fuck you in it first, watch how your nipples would peak through the layers of cotton. Feeling the roughness of the frills on his thighs as he thrusted in you hard. He’d keep those pretty little white socks you still have on as well. You’d be the most perfect little treat for him. “Hongjoong…”

He took a step back as you called for him. Standing so still, you didn’t dare to turn around. You could hear him move, the sound of fabric shifting, leather rubbed against jeans until… The clank of something metal hit the carpeted ground. 

“You wanna turn around Angel.” His voice was smooth, deep. Hypnotic. His words made every nerve burn in anticipation. This was really happening, he really wanted to have sex with you. Your heartbeats were hard, like a low base bashing on your chest. Thump, thump, thump. You could feel yourself become high head. Dizzy. Like your mind was slipping into a subspace of your mind you’ve never been before. “Baby.”

He called again but this time he was back right behind you, his hands on your hips made you take in a sharp breath. And without a second thought, you reached behind your body, pulling at the string that held the waist hem of your dress taught to your frame. Hongjoong didn’t dare take his eyes off your delicate fingers playing with the string, not until it was completely loose and the dress started to sag. Only having your shoulders keep the fabric up. Neither of you spoke, it was like you were both holding your breath. Waiting for the other to do something. You finally turned around.

His shirt was gone, the top button of his jeans was undone and his belt by your feet. You would never get enough of this man. The way he was built. The scars and tattoos decorated him like a human canvas. Everything was perfect. He was perfect. “H-Help me…”

He didn’t know he could move so fast, his fingers lacing under the cotton resting on your shoulders, slowly... go slowly god damn it. He screamed to himself as he pushed the fabric off you. The dress fell quickly, pooling by your feet. But he did not dare look down. No. His eyes stared into yours so desperately. he felt like he was in a dream and if he looked at your body he feared his cruel brain would wake him up. You took the ranes this time. Unclasping your bra without breaking eye contact with him. He could see the swell of your breasts out the corner of his eyes but he refused to look. The thump from the article of clothing falling to the floor made his heartbeat fall into his throat. And then his eyes widened, audibly gulping as you reached for his left, tatted hand. He felt your soft skin against his, and then he felt your hot plump chest in his rough palm. You hitched in a breath, feeling your overly sensitive nipples scrape along his hands. 

Hongjoong finally looked.

Taking in a big shaky breath, he saw you. He saw your soft curves, your juicy breasts. The way the balls of flesh rose and fell with each sharp breath. He made a mental note to kiss every stretch mark, scar, and blemish on your body. You are perfect. His other hand gripped your free breast, fondling your flesh. Your eyes fluttered close, tilting your head back slightly. Little pants would slip from your parted lips, as Hongjoong would start to leave light feverish kisses on your jaw, neck and collarbone. He would lower himself slightly, before slowly, pushing you backwards. you’d gasp loudly when your bare back would hit the ice-cold glass of the window. Hongjoong quickly knelt in front of you. Kissing between your breasts before latching his mouth on one of your nipples, while his free hand gripped your right thigh slowly, softly… parting your legs. You looked down at the older man, seeing his intense stare as he watched your every move closely. “Yes, I do….”

He looked confused for a moment, curious as to what you might be answering… and then you spoke out again. “You on your knees…I like it.” You felt like crawling out of your skin, feeling embarrassed at your words. But Hongjoong had a different expression. He growled, kissing down your pretty tummy, finding your stretch marks on the side of your hip, before kissing each and every one. He could do this for hours if he so wished, but for now, he just quickly pepper kisses a few before stopping just above the hem of your panties. He glanced back up at you one more time, slowly without breaking eye contact his fingers hooked under the soft cotton fabric before slipping them off down your legs. You were now completely bare in front of him.

“Fuck, angel. Aren't you the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. So soft.” he kisses your thigh. “So plump.” And gripped the flesh of your legs to move apart until he could see your dripping pussy. “So wet and ready for me.”

“F-fuck Joong!!” His name slipped off your tongue like it was your favourite thing to say. Fingers dug into his fluffy hair as he pressed his nose against your already sensitive clit and inhaled. You were the most delectable thing he’s ever had, and your taste was all he was craving. So he dived right in, his tongue flatting against your hole before licking all the way up, swiping over your nub. He did the same motion a couple of times before he shoved his tongue inside. He needed to prep you well. Get you nice and wet, and he was loving every minute of it. The way your head was thrown back against the glass, moans spilling from you, becoming his new favourite melody. 

He could feel you were close by the way your body started to shake, struggling to keep yourself up. He, without a second thought, pulled away, nearly knocking the wind out of your lungs at the sudden loss of pleasure. But before you could say anything, he was tugging you down to the soft carpeted floor with him. He wasn’t expecting to fuck you on the floor. God no. Not today anyway. But he wanted to make you cum a few times first before pounding you into his mattress. 

“There, there angel. I’ve got you.” His soft voice made your head spin as you laid on your back with your legs spread as far as they could go. You needed him in every way as he latched back onto your soaked cunt, sliding in a finger. You knew you were already falling over the edge. You’ve never climaxed so hard before, seeing white and hearing a light buzz in your ears. Those romance novels had seemly been correct when it was the right man, he would be able to give you everything. Including the most mind-blowing orgasms.

“Fuck, J-joongie I f-feel weird.” You needed to come again, rolling your hips against his now two scissoring fingers his tongue didn’t stop its desperate antics and then Hongjoong sucked harshly against your clit. You swore over and over as your legs began to shake, you cried a silent scream in the next breath as you felt Hongjoong sit up.

“Holy shit…” His deep chuckle caught your attention, opening your eyes you see in horror… Hongjoong was covered in a wet liquid. His chin, cheeks and chest dripping… d-did I just squirt? “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You felt your face heat up, wiggling a bit so you could sit up. The floor was a mess, and so were your inner thighs. But Hongjoong couldn’t care less, all he was thinking about was if he could get you to do that again. “Come on baby. Let’s move to somewhere more comfortable before I fuck you on this floor.”

He spoke so casually, but you could hear the lust dripping from his tongue. He was holding himself back, wanting to restrain himself and your little bratty attitude caught onto it quickly. Smiling, you pushed yourself up on your knees, while he watched intensely. You crawled over to him before resting your hands on his shoulders, his face so close to yours. “You gonna take me to bed Hongjoong? You’re best friend's daughter?” You whispered, inching closer. “What would he think? Hmm? Tainting my innocence.”

“I’ll do more than taint your innocence baby…” He knew what game you were playing, grabbing your hair, and tugging it back, making you forcibly look up to the roof. His nose glided across your neck before he suck a harsh red mark on your soft skin. “I’m going to fuck you until your head is filled with nothing but me. My cock. The way I fuck you. The way I’d make love to you… I’ll ruin you for any other man.” He bit down hard on your collarbone surely leaving indents of his teeth. “Cause you’re mine now princess. Mine alone.”

Him saying he’d love you causes a different feeling to grow in the pit of your stomach. A feeling you know you’d have to discuss tomorrow. But for now, as he led you to his bedroom. Your wobbly legs found themselves perched at the entrance of Hongjoong’s lavish room. It was not as you were expecting. He looked like such a minimalistic man, with a simple, sleek style. But yet his room... was filled with unique forms of art, house plants—some fake and some real—an abundance of vinyls, CD’s and a beautiful vintage record player, sitting in the corner of the room. The dark brown wooden stand the record player laid on matched his spruce bed frame well, and his dark near black bed sheets screamed the mystery man you knew him to be.

There was only one thing out of place. On his desk, besides two custom-made motorbike helmets that he most certainly painted himself, was nail polish. Rows of bottles of nail polish. All different colours and brands. Who knew a big tough tattoed, ex-military businessman wore colourful nail polish. “Sorry about the mess.”

He spoke so casually as he picked up some clothes off the floor and threw them in the direction of an ensuite. His cute simple smile was so innocent as if he hadn't just made you squirt all over his floor just minutes before. “No, No…it’s perfect.”

Your smile eased his racing mind as he kicked himself for not cleaning up before. But yet again, you being here wasn’t planned. It was supposed to go so differently. But such as life goes, nothing goes the way it’s planned every time. He chuckled lightly, walking over to your figure that stood still in the middle of the room. You weren’t standing awkwardly by any means but more so like you were admiring everything. Taking in as much detail, fearing you’d never see the inside of his mind like this ever again. His hands found their place on your hips once more, tugging you lightly towards the bed. You giggle, grabbing his face with both hands, you squished his cheeks as you kiss him messily. His smile grew against your own and as the back of your knees hit the end of the bed, you fell with him causing you both to laugh. 

“God, I could get used to this.” He murmured against your lips, crawling with you until your head hit the nice soft pillows. You just hummed in approval, letting him deepen the kiss by sliding his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but you could feel him shifting around as if he was looking for something. You had to break away from the kiss, so he could finally see what he was doing. You tilted your head back, seeing him grab a pillow, rolling it long ways until it was like a little cinnamon roll. He lifted up your hips slightly, making you eye him in confusion as he placed the pillow under your lower back.

“w-what is that for?” You help him by planting your feet on the bed before wiggling your hips into a comfy position on the pillow. 

"It's to help me fuck you better." He said with such cheek it almost knocked the air out of your lungs. He laughed at your wide-eyed expression with a slightly parted lip. "Hah, it's so you don't feel any discomfort when I penetrate you, darling. Don't worry. I just don't want to hurt you for your first time."

"Oh god." You moaned, covering your eyes with your arm. You knew he knew you weren't experienced, but him explaining the pillow made you feel like you were having an awkward sex ed class with your much older teacher. 

"Hey, It's okay. You don't know these things, Angel." He pulled your arm away from your face lightly kissing your wrist, then forearm before kissing your cheek and the corner of your mouth. "I know you're not as experienced as me. But I want you to know, baby." He gave you a peck on the lips. "I don't care. In fact, I'm honoured you want me compared to someone younger, less...me"

You knew he was gesturing to his scars. His battle wounds and how he carries a lot of trauma and PTSD from the military. You remember your father had spoken about healing and struggling with society after being in wars. But you knew Hongjoong was on the battlefield a hell of a lot longer than your father. "Hongjoong."

You grabbed his face again, gently rubbing your thumb along his rough skin. "What you went through, what you've done. It doesn't define you now. You're such a caring, sweet, sexy, and kind man. I couldn't ask for a better person to be my first."

You've never confessed such a thing a loud before. Sure you have a big crush on the older man, but you've never actually said it to him. You were falling in love with him and you wanted him to know that. He smiled, kissing you again. It was slow, passionate, and soft. You could feel his love spilling from his heart to yours, and then he pulled away. "So you think I'm sexy."

"That's what you got out of it!!" You whacked his bare chest, making him huff out a breathy 'hey'. You went to hit him again, but he grabbed your wrist this time, pinning your arms above your head. Everything fell silent after that, his lips find your cheeks once again, littering your face with kisses. 

"I want to take you out. I want to spoil you." He kissed down your neck. "I want to call you mine and be with you without the thought of anyone judging." His kisses trail down to your collarbone, than the valley of your chest, kissing every part of skin he could. "I don't care about your father. If he doesn't approve then fuck him. I want to call you mine. If you'll let me."

He gave your nipples a suck each before kissing back up to your face, locking his lips with yours. You could feel him shuffling around, using his free hand that wasn’t holding your wrists to fondle your breast. You were becoming lost in your feelings. Mind spinning as you felt Hongjoong’s tongue dance around your own. Teeth clashing against teeth as the kisses become hotter… messier. Everything was perfect, letting you slip into complete bliss until Hongjoong panted against your swollen lips “Take a deep breath for me.”

You didn’t understand but followed his order obediently anyway. that’s when you felt his warm, wet tip slip against your hole. You quivered, whimpering at the feeling. You needed him so badly, that your mind was short-circuiting. “S-sir, please. Please. Put it in me.” 

“Fuck baby, you can't say those types of things.” He moaned, resting his head on your shoulder, his hand that was needing your breasts was now stroking his cock. He had pulled his jeans down to his thighs, making you pull your leg up to help push them further down until they started slipping off his thighs and pooling at his knees. He kissed your shoulder before sitting up fully. 

"Hong—fuck...." You gritted your teeth as you saw his cock resting against his leg. He wasn't huge, but his girth made you swallow a harsh ball of saliva. How on earth was that thing going to fit inside you? You couldn’t help but take him all in, eying his whole figure. This man was built like a god if you’d ever seen one.

“You like what you see angel?” he laughs, finally throwing his jeans somewhere in the room. you sat up, spreading your legs wider so he could get a full view of your soaked cunt. Your smile was devious and dangerous. Just like the one you put on the first night, you were both together. The brat in you was showing. He had to chuckle watching you intensely with a bitten lip as you touched yourself. Your hand inching slowly towards where you needed him most.

“I don’t know. Do you like what you see, Daddy?” 

He was back on top of you with a growl in his throat. His face inches from yours and his cock rubbing against your clit. Your eyebrows knotted together as he breached your hole, tip sitting tightly inside you. You gulp, trying your best to take a deep shaky breath. His eyes never left yours as he watched you come undone. Your mouth fell open as each inch slipped into your abused cunt. Your moans were weak, breaking into a cry as he finally bottomed out completely. “Fuck, your cunt is so tight baby. So warm. You are doing such a good girl. My best girl.”

“H-Hongjoong t-too big.” Your whimpers were high-pitched and whiny. Your bratty nature out of sight. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you pushed against him slightly. It wasn’t that you wanted him off you by any means but your mind was racing. From feeling so full, pleasure surging through your whole body mixing with a sharp pain coming from being stretched out by his cock. And then there was the overwhelming feeling of having failed your father, letting his best friend fuck you…. But as Hongjoong kissed your tears that ran from your eyes. He whispered back to you lovingly, tenderly.

“It’s okay princess. You are doing so well. Keep taking deep breaths for me. Relax.” What he really wanted to say was how fucking tight you were. How good you felt around him. How he wanted to bust a nut right then and there. “C-can I move..fuck…” His pants became more frantic as you nodded your head with a little ‘please’. his hands that rested on either side of your head, now one rested on your hip and the other behind your neck, holding you in place. Your legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist, letting him thrust slowly and deeply into your wet pussy.

His nose rubbed against yours, while his mouth left agape mere inches from your own. Your breath mixed with his with each pant and battered breath. Your eyes had snapped shut, focusing solely on his cock inside you alone. Hongjoong felt like he was on cloud nine, the way you moaned his name. Hugged him tightly. The way your body needed him just as he needed yours. Everything was just as he imagined if not more. His little angel. His sweet best friend's daughter. “Fuck, angel. You feel so good. My dirty little girl.”

“D-dirty?!” You gasped as his hand left your hip to push the pillow up more so he could fuck you deeper. His chuckle felt cold, chilling and oh-so-pleasurable. 

“Hmmm yes, my dirty...” He tilted against your ear grunting with each thrust. “little cocksleeve. So tight and warm for me, fuck.” You whimpered at his filthy words, digging your nails into his skin, fearing to draw some blood as his thrusts got sharper. Hongjoong didn’t mean to slip up with his rambles but he couldn’t help it. It just felt so right. And you felt the same.

“Yes, daddy. Please. H-Harder please.” You gasped throwing your head back. Hongjoong sat up this time, hooking your right leg over his shoulder, chuckling darkly. Your smile grew feeling his cock sink deeper inside you. He held onto your plump thigh for deal life as he humps his cock into your pussy, grunting at the feeling of your walls spasming around him. He swallowed in a sharp breath, snapping his eyes shut with a loud hiss going blind by the tight feeling of your squeezing cunt. 

“Fuck, baby. How did I wait this long to fuck this tight cunt? I should have fucked you the night we screwed around.” He lent down bending your body at an odd angle but the burn made your head spin in the best way possible. He cupped your chin, pulling your focus back to him, staring into his hot, lust-filled eyes. “You would have liked that huh darling? Me fucking you while your father is in the next room.”

“Jesus fucking christ.” You snapped, yelling at you felt the tingle in your gut grow quicker. “Yes, Joong. I wanted you to fuck me then and there so so badly.”

“Ha, See you are a dirty girl. I should punish you. Maybe I’ll wake you up tomorrow to eating this deilous pussy until your screaming me to stop.”

“Yes, Yes Yes. Please.” You babbled, squeezing tightly around him. You were so close to the edge, and Hongjoong could tell. By the way your face scrunched and how your legs started to shake. He knew you just needed a little push.

“You gonna cum baby? Come on, let go. I wanna feel you cum around my cock darling.” He growled in your ear, moving your leg back around his waist so he could move closer to you. Your lips found his against in a heated moment. Passion spilling out with each thrust as he swallowed your moans.

“Joongie please come with me. Come inside me. I wanna feel you.” You mumbled against his mouth, making him let out a groan. His stomach tightened as he tried to hold on just for a little longer. He needed to feel you come first. He needed to feel you as you tightened around him. As your eyes rolled back and you finally let go. You swore over and over again as felt him empty his load deep inside you. Your scent mixing with his as his groans harmonized with yours. 

“God, I love you.” His hips stuttered before stopping entirely. Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest that you could hear it in your ears. Hongjoong was the same, panting like he had just run a marathon. He kissed your cheeks, then your jaw and lips, littering your face in soft pecks. The silence that consumed the room suddenly felt comforting, like a blanket you’d wrap around yourself on a cold day.

You could feel Hongjoong slowly soften inside you, but didn’t pull out. Your fingers raked through his hair, scratching his scalp. You couldn’t have sworn he was purring for a second. “H-Hongjoong.”

“Yes, dear?” He hummed so casually like this was just a normal night shared with a lover.

“I-I think I love you too.” You whispered unsure if it was the right thing to say. He had blurted out the words of devotion in the heat of the moment and it worried you that he might not have meant it. But it was in fact the opposite. He had to constantly bite his tongue so he wouldn’t say it. And in the moment it felt right. His smile grew, sitting on his elbows so he could see your sweaty, beautiful face, dancing in afterglow.

“I’m glad. Cause I mean it. I’m foolishly in love with you.” He tried to act dramatic which caused you to hit his chest lightly. He sat up with that action finally pulling out of you. You shivered as he did it, feeling his cum slowly slip out of you. “Sorry about…that. I should have put a condom on.” 

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed that he, a supposably mature man, couldn’t control himself. You sat up slowly, reaching for his bicep before rubbing him lovingly “Hey, it's okay. I asked for it. And I’m on birth control so it's fine.”

“Well in that case.” He smirked pulling you onto his lap. You hissed slightly at your sore limbs and overly sensitive sex. His arms wrapped around your waist, letting your chest rest flushed against his.

“Now now soldier. I think definitely cannot go another round without some rest.” You laughed peppering his cheek slowly. He hummed knowing you needed rest and a part of you knew he was half joking about going another round…

“shower and sleep.” He mumbled against the crook of your neck, feeling his fingers draw shapes into your back. You sighed feeling so much contentment. Safe in his arms. You both knew that what had now happened was something forbidden, and you both were going to have to confront your father at some point.

But as Hongjoong helped you to the bathroom and slowly lathered you with body wash that smelt like him with giggles and laughter echoing in the spacious shower room. Neither of you cared for the outside world. Not when Hongjoong's lips brushed against you every so often as you rinse the soap off your body. Not when he put you in one of his shirts and dragged you back to bed with his fingers tangled with yours. 

And not when he held you tightly, whispering how beautiful you are. How lucky he is and now he was never going to ever let you go.

-♡

[writing-until-i-drop]

Phone Sex | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader | wc: 610

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! Jake's got a filthy mouth, mutual masturbation, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

It had been three weeks since you had seen your boyfriend. Jake was at Lemoore for a joint-training exercise with the rest of the squad and the nightly phone calls between the two of you were sappy and you knew his buddies would tear him to pieces if they heard how pathetic Jake sounded when he whined about missing you. 

“I just miss you so much,” Jake pouted over video chat, his hair messy and a bit longer than usual on top, falling over his tanned forehead. “It’s torture without you.” 

“I miss you too, baby, this bed’s too cold without you,” Jake’s eyes squeezed closed and you knew that he was frustrated, not with you, but with the situation you found yourselves in. Again. During his last deployment you had been separated for six months and in that time you were only able to call twice thanks to the sensitive nature of the mission and it had driven you both insane. “You’ll be home soon, Jake.” 

“I know, darlin’ but it doesn’t make it easier knowing you’re there alone when I should be there with you.” You sighed, wishing you could hold him and to run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re right where you should be, Jake. Nix said this training is important for you guys.” 

“You’re what’s important to me,” Jake’s green eyes were filled with love that had your heart swelling and breaking at the same time. “I wish I was there with you.” 

“You know…” You trailed off, thinking of a way to distract him from feeling sad. “If you were here right now, looking at me like that, I’d know just how to cheer you up.” You pulled off your shirt, well, his shirt, exposing your bare chest to the chilly air of the bedroom. Jake inhaled sharply,

“Darlin’, you’re killing me. Bradley could be back from his hop any minute.” You shrugged, adjusting the phone so he could watch you palm your own breasts, tilting your head back with a soft moan, putting on a show for your man. “Shit, I’m gonna put a chair in front of the door.” You pushed down your panties, flipping the camera around so he could watch. Your eyes shut as you started to work yourself up, you grinned when you heard Jake choke on air, having picked up his phone again.

“I wish you were here, Jake. Fuck, I miss you so much.” 

“I miss you too,” He groaned and you knew he was fisting himself. “First thing I’m going to do when I get home is to spread you open for me and make you cum on my tongue.” You moaned for real this time, reaching into your bedside table for the small vibrator you spent a lot of time with when Jake was deployed and clicking it on. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name.” 

“Jaaaaaake,” You felt the burning need building inside of you, your toes curling as the vibrations hit just right.

“That’s right, darlin’, just think of the way my cock’s gonna feel stretching you out.” God, his filthy mouth was killing you. “Think about how it’s gonna feel when I come inside of you and then fuck it back into you until you’re begging me to stop.” 

You were seconds away from coming, you could feel it coming, your legs tensing up but the sound of the chair hitting the floor was like a bucket of cold water. You heard Bradley and Jake both curse before the call ended and you burst out laughing, phone dropping onto the bed beside you. 

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[azrielslittleslut]

Helion x Fem!Reader

Thigh Riding/Blow Job with Helion

Warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), cum shot

Word Count: 1.2k

a/n: this is my second humble request for more Helion fics

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You had always heard the mating frenzy was intense. You had heard stories of how people would lock themselves in their homes, not to be seen for weeks, or sometimes even months, because they couldn't get enough of each other. You had always thought it was a lie, an exaggeration of basic lust.

You couldn't have been more wrong.

You and Helion had accepted your mating bond two months ago. Yes, two whole months ago. Sixty days ago, and the two of you were still going at it like horny teenagers. You couldn't get enough of his taste, his smell, and he met your hunger with his own.

Just earlier this morning, you had finally pulled yourself out of the bedroom to get some much-needed food. You had been staring at the empty cabinets, realizing that the two of you would have to leave to at least get more food sooner rather than later. You had been interrupted by Helion walking into the kitchen, stroking his hard and leaking cock.

He had promptly bent you over the counter and fucked you so hard that your feet hadn't been able to stay on the floor.

Helion's wet tongue on your nipple brought you out of your thoughts, pulling you to the present. "Where did you go, my love?" he murmured, leaning his head back against the headboard. He ran his hands up and down your hips, soothing your aching muscles as you straddled him. "What's on your mind?"

You leaned into him, your fingers tangled in his black locks. "I was just thinking about how happy I've been these last two months. How happy you make me."

Helion smiled, showing his brilliantly white teeth. "That's good. I plan on making you happy for the rest of eternity." He placed a quick kiss on your swollen lips. "So get used to it."

You opened your mouth to keep the sappy conversation going, enjoying the brief reprieve from the constant fucking, but you were cut off as Helion shifted, his thigh rubbing against your aching clit. A soft moan escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back.

Helion paused, his eyebrows raised as he looked at you. "Oh?" The tone of his voice had dropped, now full of desire and hunger. "You like that, sunshine?"

He moved his thigh again, this time with more force. You moaned as you felt his strong muscles against your sensitive flesh. "Helion. Please." You two had been going at it nonstop for weeks now, and your constant need for him still took you by surprise.

Helion grinned as he moved his hands down to grip your hips. Slowly, he began to move you, guiding you as you started to grind yourself against his thigh. "That's it, love," he murmured, his eyes glued to where your pussy met his skin. "Take your pleasure. Use me to make yourself feel good."

And use him you did. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on his broad shoulders, your nails digging in. You rocked and rolled your hips, leaning forward slightly so that your clit got the most attention. "Oh, fuck. Helion, this feels so good."

You had never imagined that something like this could feel so dirty and so amazing at the same time. As you looked down, you could see the mess you were making on him, but that only encouraged you.

Helion moaned as he too saw your wetness glistening on his thigh. "You look so beautiful like this. So desperate for me that you're rubbing your pretty pussy all over me."

His filthy words were the final stimulation you needed to go over the edge. You groaned as you came, rubbing yourself against him like an animal in heat. When you came down from your high, you were breathless as you looked at him. "That was..." You didn't even have to words to describe it.

Helion chuckled, pulling you in for a deep kiss. "Better now?" he asked, nipping your bottom lip slightly.

"Very much so," you responded, moving yourself off of him on shaky legs. As you moved next to him, his hard cock bumped against your ass, smearing precum on your skin. You glanced down, a smile forming on your face. "It seems my mate is still unsatisfied."

Helion settled back against the bed frame, a cocky smile on his full lips. "Do something about it, then." Smug bastard.

You crawled down his body, licking his dark skin as you did so. You moaned as the taste of him filled your mouth, continuing your trail of torture until you reached his hard cock.

Helion was... massive. It was still surprising that you were able to fit all of him into your body. You wrapped a hand around the base, marveling how the tips of your fingers did not touch. You leaned forward and licked the bead of moisture at his tip, groaning as the salty taste of him hit your tongue.

"Sunshine," Helion groaned, reaching down to place a hand in your hair. "Don't be a tease. Suck my cock like a good girl."

You needed no further encouragement. You started to bob your head up and down, using your hands to work what you couldn't fit into your mouth. You licked and sucked him, swirling your tongue around his tip, which caused Helion to whimper and moan, his body trembling.

"F-fuck," he groaned, his head thrown back, his mouth slightly parted. He looked so pretty like this, you thought as you sucked his cock, so proud that you could reduce your mate to a babbling mess. "I'm close, baby. Keep going. Yes, just like that."

You listened to his words, letting him talk you through what he liked. It didn't take long before you felt his cock throb on your tongue, a sign of his impending release. You closed your eyes, ready to take all of his cum down your throat.

Suddenly, Helion pulled you off his cock, keeping your face mere inches away from his tip. You looked up at him in confusion, only to be met with a smile from him, a look of male satisfaction on his face.

You gasped as you felt ropes of his hot cum hit your face, painting your lips, nose, and cheeks with white. You darted your tongue out, trying to taste what you could as it dribbled down your chin.

"I love the sight of that," Helion murmured, running his hand down the side of your face. "I love the sight of how messy you look with my cum all over your face."

You smiled back at him as you gathered some of his release onto your finger, bringing it to your lips for a taste. Helion's nostrils flared, his eyes darkening with desire. His cock twitched, already hardening again even though he had just climaxed.

"Do I taste good, love?" he asked, his voice a purr.

"Yes," you responded, "although I would have much rather you have cum inside of me. I do love the feeling of it."

You giggled as Helion pulled you down onto the bed, his kisses hungry and full of desire. "I can fix that, sunshine."

The mating frenzy, it seemed, would be continuing on for at least another night.

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nsfw alphabet with carmen berzatto

please minors dni 18+. smut ahead ;) enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

in the beginning, carmen was so bad at aftercare. he was a clinger and a cuddler, a little self conscious one too, but he didn't know after care was a thing really??? like would wipe you off and cuddle you, but when you started doing more intense or harsher things, you had to tell him "hey can you do a little more lol?" now, he's more thorough with a complete check afterwards. bath if you need one, food (ofc) or something to drink, more vocal too with praises and making sure you're not in a drop or shock, and still a clinger afterwards too lol.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his- his hands. he needs them to work and they're good at that apparently. good at drawing, and smoking, and holding your hand. good at smacking your ass until you cry or pulling on your hair. good at wiping your tears, holding your face in his palms, watching you suck on his fingers. watching them disappear in and out of your pussy, your arousal dripping down his wrist. he's just... he does a lot with his hands lol.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

carmen is filthy with cum. maybe it's a territorial type thing, something primal inside of him, but he will paint you with his cum. your tummy, your tits, not so much your face bc you don't like it. inside of you is his favorite, esp when he makes you keep it in there after fucking you in the office or at a dinner party in the bathroom, you have to go out and pretend like nothing happened- dripping him down your leg the entire time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's kinda into voyeurism??? a little bit lol. not actually in front of someone, he's too shy and possessive for that, but will finger you under the table at family dinners. likes it when you jack him off in public. having sex somewhere you might get caught, or where someone might find you or hear you. he always fucks you harder when someone might be around, lives for it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's not super experienced by any means, but seasoned enough to know what he's doing. probably a body count of three or four before you maybe. there's still a lot of things that are new to him (esp the kinkier things the two of you get into) but he's got the basics covered.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

the hook or the shoulder holder. anything where your legs are over his shoulders, preferably thighs to your chest and he's plowing the fuck outta you. makes you go numb and he loves when your thighs squeeze around his neck, nearly makes him pass out. he can go so deep and it feels so close for the both of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

depends on the mood. if he's being daddy carm, then he's very serious. if it's just you two fucking around or having sweet, sappy sex, then he can be a little more silly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

trimmed but a little on the wilder side. got a bush and a happy trail that you love. when you first started dating, he would try to trim it all the way, and you had to tell him you loved it. so now he keeps it. wild curly pubes that match his hair when it grows super long. you love it when he'll let it go full bush so you can just bury your face in it lol.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very romantic and lovey always. even after he's been a little mean to you, he is always quick to be sweet. very much so the type to say "i love you" every time in missionary... and every other position, but he's just sappy lol.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

used to jack off more when he was single and busy. less when mikey died and he took over the beef bc he was stressed to the max. now, he doesn't really ever jack off. you two fuck enough he doesn't have to, and he really doesn't have time lol.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he's a total soft daddy dom, which might come as a shock. a little bit of a brat tamer. nothing he loves more than putting you in your place. a big fan of "fucking the fussy out out you" and embarrassing you a little. ofc it's never severe bc carmen would have dom drop like a mf, but spanking you and then making you come out to family and sitting on your stinging ass, trying to pretend like it's nothing? gets him hard all over again.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bedroom or kitchen. depends on how you're playing and fucking, or really what he needs. he'll bend you over the kitchen counter and have you there all night, but in the bedroom, he'll take his time with you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you. just you. the knowledge that you like him and think he's attractive and are willing to have sex with hi. sometimes when you're bratty and a little mean, it wakes up his daddy side and gets him going to tame you, but really your existence.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything super intense that would leave a lasting mark or scar. super degrading, either way, he doesn't want to make fun of you or be too mean (outside of calling you a brat and impatient), certainly doesn't want yo to say it to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's a chef. he likes to taste his food. loves giving you head. unbelievably good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the mood. usually he'll pound you out kinda slow but enough to leave you shaky, but really depends in the vibe.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

king of quickies. in the morning before work, if you come to visit him at work, sneaking home on a lunch break, before going to a friend's house, in the car. anywhere. he just doesn't have the time all the time so quickies make it easier.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's probably like sixty/ forty on risks. yes, he'll fuck you in the dressing room while you're trying on bikinis, but no, he won't spank you with a rolling pin are you out of your mind?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

depends on how tired he is. usually two, but if he's super amped up, can go as many as you need. can go all night if he has to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

sorta toys? has a paddle (you bought him) for when you're really bad. the wooden spoon and spatula he uses for spanking you. you had a vibrator that he'll tease you with sometimes. and he bought you a few plugs when you were anal training and bc sometimes you're a brat and he plugs you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teasing king. endless teasing until your teary eyed and pouting and furious. the more you're on the edge, the more he likes it. likes to get you to that point you're nearly brain dead with pleasure, then will finally give in because nothing it better than watching you come undone.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's gotten better. used to be a few muffled whines and grunts that he was embarrassed of. now he dirty talks a lot. likes to kinda grunt-moan when he's fucking you, and sometimes you'll get lucky and he'll whimper right in your ear before he cums!!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

big fan of mirror sex. likes holding you by your jaw while he fucks you roughly, making you watch yourself come undone, all while he grunts and hisses things in your ear. "look at you, fuck. this is what i see every time. get to see you- see you like this. lookin' all pretty and fucked out."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's def thicker than mosts. thick and veiny- like his build. uncut (that won the poll) and i feel he'd be around seven or eight inches. enough to have you gawking and like... holy shit. he thinks it's not very big or impressive and you reassure him otherwise lol.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty insatiable. esp if he's well rested and not stressed, but even on those days, he just wants to fuck lol.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he's a cuddler and he'll pillow talk for a little bit then he's out lol. to quote nicki, pussy put his ass to sleep. and it is a deep sleep every time lol.

[paleepeaches]

I’M SENSITIVE YOU KNOW (PREVIEW)

Warnings: MDI, mature content, 18+, filthy disgusting smut,

Tags: Connor RK800 x Fem Reader

A/N: THIS IS A PREVIEW 🎀

TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT PLS I CRAVE VALIDATION AND PRAISE

You were a festive person. Always have and always will be. Valentines was your favorite holiday not only because of the pink and red strewn across supermarkets and stores but because it was a day of love. A reason to celebrate you and Connor’s union. You were sentimental. Sensitive and a bit of a sappy girl when it came to things like that. Connor was fully aware of it. In fact he made note of it when you first got together. How you pouted up at him. Your bottom lip jutting out slightly covered in your lipgloss. How when things didn’t go your way your pretty doe eyes would water with tears and coat your spiky lashes. It was an adorable sight to see you so whiney and needy all the time. Especially when it came to him. You’d pout everytime he had to leave to the DPD every morning. Today was no different.

“Do you have to go?” You fluttered you lashes up at him. 

Connor turned his head to look at you while he did his tie. His hands skilfully mastering it. He felt his resolve waver seeing you so like that. You’d just gotten up. Hair was a bit messy, eyes a bit tired but what you wore really got him. It was the babydoll nightdress. Baby pink in color and the cups on it hugged your tits so nicely. It was sheer and cut off at the top of your plush thighs. He had to resist throwing you on the bed and just fucking your brains out. Poor baby girl didn’t know what you were doing to him.

“I have to. Hank needs me for another case. Plus who’s gonna make enough money to take care of you?” He cooed down at you with his signature smirk. 

He huffed out a sigh nodding in understanding. “Okay but are you gonna be home in time to celebrate? I planned a dinner and everything.”

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[bluejutdae]

Right? RIGHT????

OMG writings like the 101 drabble with chagbin is the reason i read fanfiction, i actually did not expect that at all ??? But i loved it???? I love you too???? I NEED a bff!changbin whos in love with me right now😤

-🫶 ❤️ mabeyy 74 if its not done yet???

Wifey, hi! I didn’t know if you wanted 74 for Bin or someone else cause someone didn’t specify it 👀 so I’m making it for 3racha cause im a 3racha slut first and a person later

74. How they react to dirty talk + 3racha

Chan: he gets so red so fast, but loves it. It doesn’t matter if he’s already balls deep inside you, he blushes and hides his face in the crook of your neck or between your boobs. He loves it, though, loves to hear you talk filthy to him. Especially when you tell him what you want him to do. Especially if you beg him to cum inside you, to fill you with his babies, to plug you so it takes… breeding kink with Chan… brrr

Changbin: oh how he loves it. He likes to hear nice things about himself, and if you are talking about his cock or his body? Fantastic! If you’re waxing poetry about the girth of his cock? Perfect! If he wasn’t breathless because he’s putting all his energy into blowing your back, he’d puff his chest, proud and happy… I’m also convinced he can’t talk dirty without being sappy at the same time. He can’t simply say “god baby, your pussy is so tight and wet.” No, he needs to add “it was made just for me. Shaped on my cock. We fit like puzzle pieces. No one else can feel so good around my cock. Only you…” he’s a sap, a romantic, sue him.

Jisung: he’s a slut. He loves it. But he’s also a little shit, so I expect him to try and double you effort, making his dirty talk even more filthier. And who are you to let him try to win? So you make it even more filthier. And so does him, until it’s so ridiculous and porn-like you can only laugh. He laughs so much that he loses his rhythm, slips out of your wet pussy, hips shifting fruitlessly with the head of his cock catching your hole but not being able to get back inside you. You both need to stop for a moment, kiss between your giggles and stare at each other lovingly. It’s so beautiful when you can be like this with him…

[my-castles-crumbling]

stalker - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 467 - companion to the microfic I wrote yesterday - thanks, @starchasersunseeker and @beautyoftheships for helping me with the writer's block!

It starts with a single, red rose.

He wonders one day if Sirius, what with his upbringing and his past relationships, has ever been given flowers. It’s a passing thought, when he walks by a rosebush on the grounds, so he carefully clips it, waves his wand to remove the thorns, and walks to the owlery to select an owl to deliver it, feeling rather nervous. Their relationship is still relatively new, and still private. He wonders if this is the wrong thing to do- something so public, sending a flower. But the next day he sees Sirius’s small, happy smile as he tucks the flower into his hair. And he knows. He made the right decision.

He begins to write letters. He writes simple things that he knows Sirius doesn’t hear enough. You’re an amazing person. You’re beautiful. I love you. He worries he’s gone too far when other Gryffindors at the table poke fun at Sirius for his reactions to the admittedly-sappy letters. But the way Sirius sneaks thrilled grins at him; starry-eyed looks of quiet affection? He knows.  He made the right decision.

He sends anything he thinks the other boy might like- a hair tie, origami, candy, whatever reminds him of Sirius. It becomes a bit of a joke between them, the way Remus is spoiling him. “I’m rather filthy rich, Moony,” Sirius jokes, trying not to show how happy the little tokens make him. “Shouldn’t I be spoiling you?” But Remus knows that to Sirius, this is all new. Nobody has ever taken such time to think of him and care for him. To truly adore him. So he continues.

“Wonder who Black’s stalker is,” he hears others murmuring as the owl drops the gifts, but he just chuckles. Because Sirius is happy, and that’s all that matters.

Of course, he never could have imagined what Sirius would do in return. He should have. Sirius is so damn dramatic. But he doesn’t consider that Sirius might reciprocate. Until the day the same owl flies down to his place at the breakfast table, with so many red roses he’s quite unable to see James across from him once they land on his plate. He can feel himself blushing as all eyes turn to him, but he only has eyes for the boy he sits next to, who is smirking in a rather self-satisfied way. 

“Think they know who my admirer is now, Moony?” Sirius asks, and Remus can’t help but grin as Sirius kisses his cheek. Because just as he knows Sirius secretly craves love and reassurance, Remus craves someone’s pride. He just wants someone to want him.

So he ignores the staring eyes and just pulls Sirius in closer, happy to show off their love.

He knows. He made the right decision.

[lovelybucky1]

Sam Winchester NSFW Alphabet

warnings: genderneutral!reader, mentions of choking, masochism, sadism, switching, cnc, predator/prey, hair pulling, oral sex, hair pulling, 18+ minors dni

masterlist

A = Aftercare- sam is such a sweetheart. he'll take care to clean you up so you're not a sticky mess in the morning, he'll bring you water and snacks if you need, and he will shower you with affection. he kisses you all over and holds you against his chest so you can come down together. if you're the dom in the scene, he expects the same kind of gentle care from you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)- sam's favorite part of his body is his back. he's big and broad and he loves being able to shield you with his body. he also loves when you cling to him, nails digging into the muscles of his back when he fucks you. his favorite part of his partner's body is their neck. it's so sensitive and every light touch of his lips, scratch of his facial hair or press of his fingers has you squirming.

C = Cum- sam is a cumslut. all he wants is to wring orgasm after orgasm out of his partner. he gets drunk on your pleasure and he loves that he's the one making you feel so good. he especially loves to swallow down all of your cum with a smile.

D = Dirty secret- you'd never expect it, but sweet, charming sam loves hard kinks. cnc, predator/prey, sadomasochism, you name it. as long as it's safe, sane, and consensual, he's willing to try it. he'd put on a costume and pretend to be a priest for you to confess your sins to, he'd be the hunter trailing the poor lost spirit, he'd be your hostage to torture for information.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)- sam doesn't have too much experience. jess was his first and they didn't get up to anything too crazy, only because sam was too shy to ask. he's watched enough porn to have his fair share of kinky fantasies and the knowledge shared by his big brother has given him a pretty good idea of how to go about the kinker things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)- surprise, surprise, sam is a missionary kind of guy. call it vanilla, but he loves to see your face as you come apart on his cock. he spices it up with a hand around your throat, lips pressed to your ear while he whispers filthy things, and your fingernails dug into his back. if he's bottoming, he likes backshots. they make him feel cheap and dirty, especially when you pull his hair.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)- if having regular, normal sex then sam will be goofy. he'll tease you and crack jokes like he isn't fucking your brains out. if you're doing a scene, he can stay in character enough to be serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)- sam doesn't do much manscaping. he'll trim his bush if it gets too long, but he prefers to keep everything natural. he doesn't have too much chest hair, but he has a nice happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)- sam is a big sappy romantic. he's the type to lay rose petals down on the bed so he can make sweet love to you all night. he'll whisper how much he loves you with each stroke and he kisses passionately, but this doesn't mean he can't be rough.

J = Jack off- sam doesn't get much alone time outside of the shower when he's on cases, so that's typically where he jerks off. if he can find enough time, that is. it's also hard for him to get in the mood when there's a case on his mind, so he usually waits until things have settled a bit to take care of himself.

K = Kink- sam is a switch, so he never shies away from a battle for dominance. he loves to run his mouth during sex, spewing praise and degradation in equal amounts (depending on your preferences). he likes to leave marks: hickyes, bites, bruises, you name it. he also likes when you cry because it means he gets to comfort you and teasingly tell you that "it's all gonna be okay"

L = Location- sam isn't big on the risk of getting caught, so he keeps his sex in private locations. usually the bedroom or motel room, sometimes the bathroom against the sink or in the shower. he'd fuck you in the back seat of the impala if he thought he could get away with it, but dean would kill him if he found out sam's bare ass touched his seats.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)- sam likes a spitfire. if you speak your mind, are quick witted, and can keep up with his and dean's sarcasm and snark, you'll have his attention. sam really likes to flirt, and he loves it when you play hard to get. he'll be whipped for you and you'll be the only thing on his mind.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)- sam wouldn't be into any authority kink. sam's not big on authority himself, and he'd rather not have to hold some sort of title to get your submission. all he wants to hear you moan is his name, not sir, daddy, or master

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)- sam likes receiving oral well enough. he'd never turn down a blowjob, but he much prefers to give. he could stay between your thighs for hours and not get tired.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)- the pace really depends on the scene and lead up. sam can he rough and he likes to fuck hard, but he also enjoys going slow and drawing it out so you both can feel every little touch.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)- most of the sex sam has are quickies. he doesn't get much down time unless he's not on a case, which isn't often. if you're on the case with him, he'll find ways to get dean out of the room long enough to get some alone time with you. he'd love to be able to take his time, but he'll take what he can get.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)- sam likes to try new things and there isn't much he wouldn't try at least once. he isn't a fan of public sex and dabbling with the possibility of getting caught, however. he doesn't want any uninvited third parties seeing you like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)- when he has the time, sam usually can go for at least two rounds. while he's recovering, he uses that time to focus completely on you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)- sam doesn't use any toys on himself but he isn't opposed to his partner using them or using them with his partner, especially when it comes to pegging

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)- sam is a tease and a flirt. he'll give you innocent little touches, quiet whispers of dirty things in your ear, all to rile you up. if you turned the tables on him, however, he'd get all pouty that you're withholding what he wants.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)- sam is pretty quiet during sex. he talks, but in a hushed voice, and he stifles his moans. the most noise he makes are little, involuntary whimpers that come from high in his throat.

W = Wild card- sam is always trapped in his own head. his imagination is vivid and whenever he finds himself bored, he thinks about naughty scenarios like they're his personal pornos.

X = X-ray- sam is unexpectedly muscled. he may not look like it with his baggy clothes on, but he has abs, a defined chest and arms, and toned legs. his dick is also proportionally sized.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)- the stress in sam's life definitely impacts his sex drive, but his head is always swimming with dirty thoughts.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)- sam expels a lot of pent up energy during sex, so he will usually pass out pretty quick after the fact.

[lolishdes]

“Beauty and Pleasure Incarnate” Diluc x Reader

✧A/N: Just some Diluc Headcanons I have, be warned these are all nsfw, so just keep scrolling down if uninterested! Also if this blows up then I might make a part 2 since I still got some headcanons in mind hehe

I made reader as neutral as I can for the ladies, all of you deserve love from our gorgeous man. But reader can also be anyone you want! Never specified that reader is a cis woman so 👀

✧Warning/s: This is all pure filth let me tell you! Best to keep it a surprise and just read if for yourselves ;3 

Minors kindly don't interact!

Diluc is definitely a gentle and passionate lover, once he loves you there's nothing he won't do for you. And when it comes to your alone times in the evenings, he makes sure to give everything you desire. 

Diluc doesn't enjoy degrading you, bullying you a little? Sure. But he would much prefer to give you sweet compliments and praises –– praises that he knows that will rile you up. He has way too much respect for you to even degrade you, especially in an activity such as this. And when it comes to calling you names he loves calling you traditional pet names like beloved, sweetheart, my love, gorgeous, beautiful, and all that sappy stuff. If he's feeling a little more dirty he loves calling you his little minx or vixen. 

When it comes to sex he isn't in favor of outdoor or quickies, he wants a proper place for you two to explore one another's bodies. He thinks that it's only proper to do so, since such an intimate act should only be shared in a setting with absolute privacy. He lives for foreplay, in fact it's his favorite part. He wants to worship every single part of your body. Your beautiful body just does things to him, it's obvious considering the bulge forming down his pants.

Diluc knows you're weak to kisses, and those kisses vary from your lips, to your chest, or even on that swollen clit of yours. He’ll make sure to kiss every part you want him to, just use your words, okay? He’s pretty verbal too when making love to you, quite the opposite with how he usually acts. But you suppose it's because in such a moment both of you feel so vulnerable and connected that he doesn't mind letting his mind and mouth do some extra work. 

His dynamic is definitely the giver, or more specifically a service Dom. Acts of service is his love language and that still applies in the bedroom.

Eating you out makes him heat up until the tips of his toes, it's just so filthy with the sound of squelching and your hands roughly pulling on his red locks. But he doesn't mind, in fact it just turns him on even more, your desperation is so sexy to him and he wants nothing more than to make you feel good. To hell with his aching cock, your swollen cunny needs some loving! Also while eating you out he definitely palms himself through his boxers, just to ease some of that tension building up.

He finds that both of you enjoy a deep but slow pacing when it comes to thrusting. The action is just so overwhelming and less energy consuming really. 

Since this is such an intimate act, Diluc wants to see every single facial expression you make,  to see the beautiful lady that he has fallen in love with. Naturally he chooses missionary as his favorite position, but sometimes he wants to spice things up and fucks you in a mating press instead!

When finally putting it in he makes sure to rub himself on your clit first, just to stimulate you a little bit more. He goes slow while his hands are gripping your thighs. “Oh archons beloved– you feel so warm.” On the other hand you're gripping the sheets and breathless. “Luc please–” “Shh shh i've got you, come here.” He silences you with a deep kiss while his hips slowly thrust forward. 

Definitely loves to overstimulate you, to see tears of pure euphoric feeling of coming and the absolute torture as he starts thrusting inside you again. But he is not doing this to bully you, he just wants to make you feel so good!

After he gives you your last orgasm he expects to see your legs shaking, your form breathless and pure satisfaction. He swipes some strands of hair to your ear so that they won't tickle your face too much and after doing so he flops down beside you. He gives you a warm hug and press kisses on your shoulders.

Due to too much pleasure you try to move away from him, but you know better than to run, and he knows his beautiful lady is just a little overwhelmed! Don't worry, he’ll pin you back down with one hand on your waist and another above your hand, see now there's no way to escape!

“My dear are you alright? Oh don't come running off now, come back here, that's it, I just want to make you feel better.”  He presses a tender kiss on cheek as he looks at you lovingly. You on the other hand was completely disheveled, your hair was a mess, eyes completely cloudy and head all fuzzy. Without warning he thrusts slowly but deeply inside of you, a whine escapes as your back arches. 

“Look how beautiful you look right now, absolutely breathtaking. You don't mind if I break you a little more do you, my love?” He sounds so sweet, as if he isn't completely making your legs all shaky and weak. You try to use words however your mind was too consumed with pleasure, but thats okay! Diluc knows this and would gladly help you with your words.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you, just lay there and feel good alright?” He is so reassuring with his sweet words, makes you feel safe and loved and you adore that about him.

“You’re perfect.” 

[hey-august]

Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness

Word count: ~1.5k Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, insertion sex, love "confession" during sex, a bunch of sappy lovey-dovey mush. A/N: This is my last minute Valentine's gift to you all! Or, if you're not fond of Valentine's Day (valid), this is my appreciation for all of you. ❤︎❤︎❤︎

Title from "Of All the Gin Joints in All the World" by Fall Out Boy

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Buggy talks a lot. A lot. Words and crumbs fall from his mouth while he eats. Days are filled with endless narration of thoughts and actions that are tuned out by most. Even during slumber, his mouth is awake and whispering along with dream-state monologues. The only times Buggy is quiet is when he’s kissing or drinking, and even then, he’s not silent for long.

And one of his favorite topics is you. He’s turned many conversations into soliloquies about you. It’s a skill of his, really. A mystery glinting on the horizon is no match for the sparkle in your eyes. Running low on rations is a problem, although there is plenty of your favorite food, so it’s not an urgent issue. Yeah, that was a funny joke, but listen to this one that had you laughing even hours later.

With the stampede of words forever running out of Buggy’s painted mouth, there were three words his lips haven’t uttered in a specific order - I love you. 

He’s come close many times. You are his favorite thing to talk about, which includes talking about all the things he loves about you.

“I love your smile.” “I love how the moon is reflected in your eyes.” “I love it when you yell at me.” “I love your morning breath. Not.” “I love the stupid face you make when you’re concentrating.” “I love how you taste.” “I love the way you say my name.” “I love your butt. Lemme smack it, sweetcheeks.”

But he hasn’t said that he loves you. You. Buggy has only shared his adoration for the things you do. How you look. Just pieces of you, not the whole.

You didn’t expect to hear those words you craved while being pounded on top of the captain’s desk.

Your ass hung off the wooden edge as Buggy pressed his hips into yours. Each hard thrust jostled the desk, knocking over pens and paper, and sending shockwaves through your sensitive body. The slap of damp skin making contact overlaid the sporadic deep creaks of wooden legs moving against the rough floor.

Buggy’s humid breath tickled your neck and fell down your chest, with the cotton breeze dragging across your hard nipples. His tongue trailed along your skin, the taste of salt filling his mouth. Puffy, kiss-bruised lips graze your racing pulse, keeping track of how quickly you were approaching the finish line.

His desire to consume still unsatiated, Buggy sank his teeth into the meat of your shoulder and wrapped you in his embrace. A strong hold full of heat and fire.

Desperate to throw yourself into the flames, you fell into him. You melted against Buggy’s body, against his touch. All you wanted was to feel him. To feel his hardness deep inside. To feel his passion. To feel his devotion.

Buggy groaned deeply as your body continued to mold to his movements, pulling him further inside. His lips moved on your skin, saying everything and nothing. Bountiful praises, filthy adoration, lewd and lustful comments laced with profanity. How much he loves your body. He loves how you feel. He loves how well you take him. He loves…

“I love you.”

His voice was clear and the words were finite. They’re not followed by anything else. And he repeated them. Again and again, with each thrust. Filling your mind, body, and soul to capacity, until you overflowed. Until tears leaked from your eyes. Until you clawed at Buggy’s shoulders, pulling him ever closer. Until you cried his name. Until you exploded. 

You erupted with an intensity that triggered a chain reaction. Buggy let out a choked moan as he released inside you with stuttering thrusts that slowly came to a stop.

Your body trembled with aftershocks that Buggy tried to soothe with gentle kisses. One to your neck. Your cheek. And your forehead. With the third kiss, you let out a long exhale and your body relaxed.

Later, you two laid entwined in bed. Buggy used your shoulder as a pillow with long blue hair fanned out behind him. Your arm was wrapped around him, not yet numb from the position. The pirate had hooked one of your legs between his, which he rubbed lazily like a cricket. A comforting weight from his crooked arm rested on your chest. His large hand rested just below your other shoulder, also moving idly. Pat, pat, pat, then a soft swipe back and forth, followed by another trio of light pats. A calming pattern that would often lull you to sleep. But not tonight.

“You know, that was the first time you said you loved me…” you murmured.

It was a comment. An observation you wanted to share with him. Not to complain that you hadn’t heard it before - you knew he loved you - but to acknowledge the milestone.

“Mmmh…” Buggy’s voice was rough as he pulled back from the sleep that was enticing him. He rubbed his face against your skin, grinding into his cushion of hair. You could just barely feel the scratch of his facial hair as he moved side to side to side. “First time out loud, I guess.”

The response didn’t make sense. Maybe Buggy was more tired than either of you realized. His hand was still moving, in the same slow pattern of hand-pats. You kissed the top of his head and inhaled, welcoming his warm, lightly musky, scent. He hummed softly and tilted his face to respond with three quick kisses. He seemed conscious enough, so you prodded further.

“What do you mean by out loud?”

Buggy pulled away just enough so he could look you in the eyes. Confusion was plastered across his unpainted face and he searched for understanding.

“With words. But I’ve told you loads of times that I love you,” he said, nodding slowly as he finished speaking - as if you needed the reassurance.

Rebounding his confusion with a squint, you responded in a measured tone, “I don’t know what you mean.” You two stared at each other, thoughts traveling on opposite, parallel tracks. “Buggy, what do you mean? How do you say it without actually saying it?”

Buggy scowled. “What do you mean? You’re the one that started it.” He had been following your lead. Why were you acting like you didn’t know? Like he hadn’t been professing his love to you every single day?

“I-I still don’t understand. Explain it to me,” you asked. “Please?”

Ocean eyes stared into yours, looking for shadows of insincerity. But there were none. You really didn’t know. You hadn’t heard his silent proclamations.

“I tell you like this,” he said in a gruff voice, patting your arm with more intent. Pat, pat, pat. “Or like this…” He leaned in and gave you three kisses on your forehead. “Like this…” He rubbed a hairy leg against your trapped one, three times again. Always three. I. Love. You.

“When you say it, you always squeeze my hand or rub my back or give me kisses three times. I thought that…” A surge of embarrassment overcame Buggy, drowning the rest of his words. 

He saw the comprehension on your face as he spoke, but not recognition. You weren’t doing it intentionally. That’s why you didn’t realize. He just made it up.

Feeling a prickly heat travel up his chest, burning his cheeks and the tips of his ears, Buggy sat up. He hid behind his hands and wallowed in the awkward silence.

“Is that why you always put 3 sugars in my tea?”

He nodded.

“And you sneak me three cookies?”

Another nod.

“Three flowers…” Nod. “Is…is that why there’s 3 pillows on the bed?” Nod. “When you hug me, you squeeze three times…” The statement was followed with another nod.

He was right - Buggy always told you he loved you. Within every touch and every thought that involved you was his love. If his hand was on your shoulder, his thumb tapped in bursts of three. When he smacked or pinched your butt - threes. You thought it was a quirk of his, not something he chose to do. But he did.

Your heart was bursting at the seams, and the excess emotions that did escape trickled out your eyes. Bowling over the morose clown sitting on the bed, you knocked Buggy back and began to smother him in kisses and tears. Most of which landed on the hands still covering his face.

“M’sorry, I didn’t know.” Kiss. “-was just so happy to hear it out loud.” Kiss. “I love you so much.” Kiss. “I’m sorry, Buggy.” Kiss. “Thank you for telling me.” Kiss. “I love you so so much.”

You paused and tallied up the kisses. Five. Tugging his hands down, you deliver the final kiss on his lips. Six. Double threes. I love you, times two.

“Please, don’t ever stop. That makes me really happy, Buggy. It makes me feel loved…” 

Buggy nodded. Three times. The blush that continued to deepen on his face managed to spread to yours. Two crimson-faced fools in love.

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Definitely had @feral-artistry's blushing Buggy art in my head during this. ❤️❤️❤️

[crtstormie]

Loser, baby reprise idea

If we get a reprise of loser, baby in season 2 I want it to be the opposite of the original song.

like wether that be something going on with alastor, his gambling/ alcohol tendencies, or the fact that he hates he’s a winged cat. Maybe, if we wanna be angsty, all three. 

Like how the OG song was a combination of ANGEL’s relationship with VAL, his self destructing habits like drugs and alcohol, and his self hatred for his body and being a toy for Val, (or a PET, like how Alastor sees husk!) 

And then I believe this would take place somewhere more personal like in a enclosed room or bathroom or even at the hotel bar, where the OG was in a messy open setting on some rando street.

Preferably it would be later in the season so there would be a bigger break and relationship development to help the reprise hit harder since it has ALREADY become their song. (And to help the pacing)

So husk would be all down in the dumps and Angel would lift him up the same way Husk did to him all those months ago but since then, their relationship has become deeper and sweeter so it would be slightly more… cute? 

Like I don’t want something as light as the more than anything reprise compared to the original song where it just becomes lighter and more natural, no.

I want it to be sweeter in a way where it reflects how these two are still struggling together, are still losers together but it’s become less insulting and more lighthearted and teasing. like we already see in episode 8 that the losers thing has become a cute lil joke. 

So, it developed even more to where the reprise makes it genuinely sweet while not dumbing down on the purpose of the original song? That would be PERFECTION.

It would be shorter than the og since it is a reprise, and it would NOT be where they kiss. I have many ideas for when they kiss (if they even do cuz omg I love slow burns but idk if I could wait ANOTHER season if we even get a S3) probably about a minute long like the other reprises.

Since I’m so hyperfixated on this idea, I already imagine the main line is changed ever so slightly. 

Instead of ‘you’re A loser baby,’ it’s something super sappy and romantic like ‘you’re MY loser, baby,’ and they would both joke about how soft and stupid they’ve become?!?! I would MELTTTT.

I highly doubt if this were to happen these would be the lyrics by here’s my idea of how it would kinda go 

Angel to husk: so things look bad, and you’re back’s against the wall… *much slower, lighter, softer.

You’re whole existence seems, fuckin’ hopeless..

You’re feelin’ filthy as a {I feel like they would change the lyric here, but it would depend on the context and setting to make it work. Like how the og was outside a gross bar, the line ‘dive bar bathroom stall’ fit for that situation. Or it’s just a general metaphor and I’m insane.}

Can’t face the world sober, and dopeless… [ok imagine instead if it getting higher here like the OG song it gets LOWER? It would be a nice change for a reprise : o]

You’ve lost.. you’re way… but you know you’re life ain’t wrecked {There’s two ways the buildup to the chorus rewrite could go. - 

They could keep it the same, or change it up in a way to where Angel is referring to how Husk already helped him through this and this situation and how he knows it’s pointless to dwell. Which is why he’s helping husk now with the same problem, but he’s just a dumbass because he knows this! Reflecing on the original song idea of ‘yeah you’re pathetic but so am I with you’ kinda mentality.}

So I guess we’re correct… {or, as I originally said, OG lyrics BASED ON story context. Obviously idk what S2 is gonna be like lol}

You’re my loser, baby, my loser, goddamn baby you’re my fucked up little whiney bitch, you’re a loser just like me.

*And I would adore it if husk just did a sarcastic scoff and said ‘thanks asshole’*

You’re my screws-loose boozer and only one star reviewser [this line on they would sing it togetherrr]

You’re a {Depending on if the OG song was saying that Husk was also a power bottom and that was his company or if he just generally had company is still unclear to me, so they could hypothetically keep that line or take a spin on it where they joke about, say, husk being a submissive top? I’m just flowing with ideas gosh} [I wouldn’t be able to make a clever rhyme for that joke except for this so why not] >>>>>>

You’re a sub top at/off the highest rooftop, but you’ve got company~* in a more flirty and teasing tone cuz husk was also teasing him a lot in loser, baby* 

I will not explain the joke but it’s pretty self explanatory [The roof is considered either the most empty or luxurious part of a building, it can also be roofs, flying, wings I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS! And off if we want be a lil… dark if we ain’t referring to flying 🤨] 

|Anyways I ain’t no professional songwriter in any way that’s just a little personal dumb line|

And then it would end! Like I said not in a kiss like the more than anything reprise cuz I don’t really want another chaggie parallel? (Not saying the chaggie and huskerdust parallels are bad it’s just parallels between the f/f couple and m/m couple when they’re both very different I don’t want to be many) - 

I think it would be a hug or a soft snuggle or something more simple get intimate like that : P since Angel needs sweet stuff not more ‘sexual’ :/ advancements.

Or this whole thing is pointless cuz the point of the song was Husk telling Angel once and for all that he’s not alone and they wouldn’t need to bring it up again? But we already got the instrumental so there’s slight hope…

Anyways, if we were to get a loser baby reprise that is just my personal idea of what I think would happen! Obviously the second season is already written but if something even remotely similar happens to this I will be happy. Hell maybe I was right on point but it’s highly unlikely haha

Toodles~ |I didn’t write this at 2 am instead of sleeping on a school night cuz I had 2 assignments due whatttt|

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Sorry for the delay between updates and thank you so much @sadraccoon061 for helping me brainstorm

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lenaaaaaa god help me I’m so high rn I’m thinking about mpind matty pole dancing ans also giving girlie a lap dance fhis isnt good or my health I think

dont be shy pass the spliff

also mpind comeback after a bunch of wank everyone be happy x

Love me - Matty Healy

A/N: bit wanky, barely spell checked except for @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff 's weird sim reactions to whatever i write. Legend anon i hope this is filthy enough for you my love xx

wc: 4.5k

content warnings: smut, fluff, tw: my shitty comedy, handjobs, strip clubs, its george's birthday!!, begging, teasing, lap dance, matty in lingerie pt. 43, mentions of alcohol, lots of swearing, cumplay, grinding, it gets a bit sappy guys soz, sub!Matty

“A strip club? Are you never scared of being a cliché?” you scoff as the venue comes into view, strobing neon flashing in your face. The summer night is warm, a breeze kissing your skin as the gravel crackles under your feet, your quite high heels still not making you taller than George. 

His birthday, the big one eight, was today, and his chosen place was of course, a local strip club.

“If that cliché is seeing half naked girls, no.” he sniggers, Matty’s bickering with Ross and Hann faintly heard behind you. You hook your arm into his as you approach the bouncer, the line surprisingly short. 

“I forget you're an actual man sometimes.”

“How can you possibly forget?!” he lets go, flexing his muscles at you as some sort of display of masculinity, making you giggle behind your hand.

Matty takes this ample opportunity to swoop in from behind, pressing the side of his body up against yours. The four of you watch George proudly present his real I.D to the bouncer, a wide smile on his face as he takes it from him. The bloke gives him a weird once-over, waving him and the rest through without a hitch. 

It's bright inside, but not in the way you would assume. Different colored lights strobe around, switching every 20 seconds or so, the heavy bass of the music thrumming through your veins. Matty hangs on your arm as you look around, George immediately booking it to a booth with a stage as the table, wanting the best front row seat to the show. You roll your eyes at his eagerness, but then again, who could blame him? 

Everyone files into the booth, George ending up wedged in the corner of the seating, uncomfortable but glass he could stretch his legs out under the table. 

“Round of pints on me, happy birthday G. '' Everyone cheers, excluding Hann, who glares at Matty from across the table.

“Oh so now you have money? What about last week?” Ross lets out a quiet snigger, liking this turn of events. 

“Shut up you cunt, it's G’s birthday! Lighten up a bit, old man.” 

“Matty when I get my fucking hands on you-” Ross to the rescue, he presses a hand to his mate’s chest, keeping him seated. 

“Alright girls, break it up.” he gives up, mouthing a curt ‘fuck you’ at Matty, rolling his eyes. 

The waitress returns from the bar, bringing a platter of glasses with her. She sets them down, smiling at you before walking away, the neon lights of the club making her eyes shimmer. 

“Cheers, happy 18th mate.” Matty plants a wet kiss on George’s face, making him squirm away in disgust. 

“Get off you grade A wanker, your girl’s right there.” You blow him a kiss as Matty turns to you, licking a fat stripe up the side of your face, from your jaw to your cheekbone. Everyone at the table groans at his odd display of affection, Ross dramatically shielding his eyes and muttering incoherently as Matty finally sits back down, downing the rest of his pint. 

Sure enough, right in the middle of Hann’s interesting story about his last date, a dancer comes over to the table. She climbs up, eyeing George, twirling around the pole a few times before doing this flip you didn't even know was humanly possible. The bralette she’s wearing glimmers in the light, reflecting off and into your eyes, distracting you.  

George stares blatantly, eyes raking up and down her body as she dances, not letting her leave his line of sight. It's so obvious and she smirks at him, turning her body to face his direction before bending over, exposing her cleavage even more.  

“Don't be a knob.” you hiss, not wanting to seem rude.

“She’s fit and it's quite literally her job!” a small laugh escapes the woman as she goes to speak, flattered at the exchange. 

“It’s alright love, look all you want.” 

“See!” George shouts a bit too loudly, proud of his correctness in strip club etiquette.

You sigh, nodding at her as Matty pokes your side. 

“She is fit.” you whisper quietly, gesturing to her. Matty perks up, shoving you in offense.

“I'm fitter, don't forget.” you giggle at the statement, refusing to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.  

“She’s literally sparkling, I need to know what brand that is.” The rhinestone adorned lingerie set she was wearing captivated everyone at the table, hugging her curves in all the right places.  

“Who’s to say I'm not either?” your eyes widen slightly at the implication, but you brush him off.

“Shut it, don't be a tosser.” his hand grips yours right before he speaks, bringing it down to the waistband of his jeans. “I’m not.”

He uses your fingers to pull it down about an inch, revealing a pretty string of purple under his bottoms. Your breath hitches at the realization, eyes snapping up to meet his. Was he serious? Now?

“It’s George’s birthday.” you state, voice hushed so the others could overhear your conversation. Hann was already off to buy another round, leaving Ross and George to make ‘friendly’ conversation with the dancer, shamelessly staring at her tits the entire time. “He won't mind, just look at him.” 

Sure enough, George is ogling the dancer, lips parted and being such a boy it hurts. She’s clearly enjoying the attention as he leans forward, stuffing a wad of cash into the flimsy waistband of her thong, smirking. 

“He’s already imagining a future with her, look!”

She sets a paper crown on his head with the words ‘birthday boy’ on it, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. A boyish blush spreads onto George’s face as her kiss leaves a mark of lipstick, Ross quickly snapping a photo of him to take the piss when they left.   

“He desperately needs a lay, it's sad.” you comment, knowing it had been ages since his last girlfriend or even hookup, too focused on his coursework and music to go out more than the few times you forced him to. 

“So do I, so I'd prefer it if we didn't drag this out.” 

Matty gets up, climbing over you despite your quite loud protests, announcing his trip to the dance floor. You wait a few moments before following him, the sway of his hips and faint back muscles under his mesh shirt flexing as he walks, convincing you to just go with it, hoping whatever he had planned wasn't totally scandalous and wouldn't get you kicked out of the place. 

He turns right past the dance floor, leading you into a narrow corridor off to the side. You catch up to him, close behind him as he slips a dancer some cash, nodding as he makes his way to the door at the end of the hall. Matty rushes in before you, the door almost slamming in your face. ‘Private room’ flashes back at you in yellow neon, making you raise your eyebrows.

The room is dark for the first few seconds as you hear Matty shuffling. Suddenly, the room lights up, giant mirrors covering the walls and ceiling, reflecting the light back and forth. You glance around, eyes landing on Matty. 

A tall pole is the centerpiece of the room, pink metal running from the floor to the ceiling. Matty leans on it, left hand wrapping around it as he spins, smirking at you as you watch him, something stirring inside of you. 

“Did you plan this?” you ask, a skeptical look on your face.

“Maybe.” his fingers run up his chest, playing with his nipples right in front of you. His voice drips with lust, coating your mind with only a few words, making it difficult to get even semi-coherent sentences out.

“Jesus, you're mental.” you gasp softly as he moves, fluid and sure, captivating you with every change of direction.

“But you love me, now sit.” you listen, not knowing what else you were meant to do in this situation. The chair is soft, cushions letting you settle in comfortably. 

“Everything is so pink.” you mutter, gesturing to the mirror frames and pole, every surface some variation of the same color.

“Sort of the point, yeah? To set the mood.” he smirks, trailing his hands up his waist, letting his nails graze against his skin, mimicking the same thing you do to him. “Mood for what?”

“You’ll see, be patient.” you roll your eyes at his words, the palms of your hands rubbing against the soft pillow of your chair. “That's rich.” 

“Please, for me?” He sounds so sweet, like he was asking you to bring him a glass of water, not to stay still while he touched himself in front of you. 

“We both know I can't deny you.” 

“How true.” he sucks in a deep breath, throwing his head back as he holds eye contact. 

“Watch.” 

“What do I-?” you stutter over your words, your heart beating rapidly against your chest as he feels himself up, fingers ghosting over his tattoos.

“Me, keep your eyes on me.”

He turns his attention back to the pole next to him, strutting around it as the music from the dancefloor dictates his movements, his back pressed to the cool metal. Matty parts his lips as he slides down it, running a hand over his chest performatively, watching your every reaction. 

Your breathing becomes more shallow as he moves, thousands of fantasies running through your mind. He knows the effect he has on you, everything he does is purely to rile you up, make you lose your composure. 

“You’re mad, this is-” he cuts you off with a sly smile.

“Incredibly hot? I’d rather you enjoy the show than talk over it.” you scrunch up your face at the implication that this was a performance, even if you did expect nothing less from Matty. 

“Show?”

He runs a hand through his slightly messed up hair, showing off his neck as you stare at him, biting your lip between your teeth to keep from embarrassing yourself. 

“I hate you.” you mumble as the music changes, some hip-hop song coming on. The faint cheers of the people outside are barely audible, but it serves to remind of just where you were. The guys were still at the table, most likely speculating the reason as to why the two of you have been missing that long, Ross surely already making crude comments that neither Hann nor George wanted to think about.

“You won't if you just wait.” you grip the edge of your seat, blushing profusely as he struts over to you, wrapping his arms around your neck. His breath is hot against your neck, leaning over you as he settles into your lap. You finally clock it.  

“Stay still.” he ‘orders’, attempting to mimic the way you speak to him when he doesn't listen.

“Are you giving me a lap dance?” he frowns at you, shaking his head in disappointment. A chuckle escapes you as the reality of the situation dawns on you. 

“No need to define it darling, let it be abstract.” of course he’d say something like that, try to salvage the ‘artistic’ affair, failing miserably. 

“You’re giving me a fucking lapdance, christ.” it's genuinely amusing. Your heart swells up at the thought of all the effort that went into this. Paying off the dancer with god only knows how much money, turning you on at the table just enough so you’d follow him, and probably even setting up the lighting in the room himself. 

“You're such a bore, let me have my fun.” he kisses you, giggling into your mouth. His lips are warm against yours, your lip gloss rubbing off on him. “Oh, I will.” you promise, letting your hands fall limp as he grips your shoulders, rocking his hips back and forth. His movements are exact, practiced even as he grinds down onto you before lifting his body back up, bringing his hip tattoo up to eye level. 

You don't think, mind clouded with desire and want. His shirt had ridden up a bit, and your rough tongue drags across the inked skin, warm against it as he shudders, feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the sensation. 

“No touching the dancers” he tuts, coming back down on top of you.

“I’m exempt from that rule.” you say, your voice surprisingly steady despite the white hot heat pooling between your legs.

“According to whom?” 

“You.”

You let your hands settle onto his waist, gripping him so hard you were sure there’d be bruises the next day.

“Fuckk, yeah okay,” he groans, the pressure on the front of his jeans increasing as all the blood in his head rushes south, his mind hazy. 

“C’mon baby, finish your little performance.”

He moves to get off, smirking as you let him. You can see indents in his skin where you grabbed him, the sight making your breath hitch. He circles around you like a predator does his prey, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

His hands trail up your chest, fingers grazing over your exposed collarbones. Your skin flushes under his touch and you let out a soft moan at the feeling, earning a proud smile from Matty. 

“You’re so gorgeous. I have to force myself to not get hard whenever you look at me.” his voice is sultry against your ear, making goosebumps bloom on the skin of your neck. “Oh, way to exaggerate.” you snigger, not quite believing him. 

“Honest truth.” he swears, instinctively doing the ‘scouts honor’ sign with his hand. 

You snort, your little giggling fit interrupted by his mouth trailing sickly sweet kisses up your neck and to your jaw.

It doesn't take him long to make his way back around, your heart skipping a beat when he comes back into view. His chest is glistening with sweat, the warm temperature of the room clearly getting to him. Most notably, you notice the front of his jeans is unbuttoned and unzipped, flaring out on both sides, revealing almost the entirety of the silky, purple panties he had chosen to wear. 

He relishes in your reaction, the attention making his ego grow exponentially as he moves back into your lap. Your hands trail up his chest, doing your best to not immediately pay attention to the underwear. You can't resist, though. 

“These are new.” you toy with the thin straps, silk reflecting the colored light beautifully. You can see a note of pride ripple through him as you admire the material, grazing his cock through it.

“Got them just for you, you like?” The question is so obviously rhetorical. Of course you like, no, love them. “So much.” your words are laced with love, soft and appreciative of all the effort he puts into getting you off, fulfilling your fantasy.

The way he looks at you is sinful, thoughts dancing behind his eyes visible as he stares, waiting for your next move.

He lets out a soft groan when you push him down into your thigh, biting his lip at you provocatively. “You're hard.” you smile as you say the words, his gaze softening when he sees the blissed out look at your face, eyes raking over his body. Even (almost) fully clothed, he was absolutely beautiful. 

“See? Wasn't lying.” he presses a kiss behind your left ear, gently moving your hair out of the way. It’s loving, so honest. “You sure it's not because of the mirror behind me?” you still cant help but tease him, gesturing to the giant mirror your back was facing. He blushes in response, stealing a glance at his reflection. 

“You’re so cruel! I’ll just stop then, seeing as all you see me as is some egotistical deviant.” he threatens, crossing his arms over his chest in retaliation. You bring a hand up to cup his face, stroking his cheek softly, almost patronizing. Your mind swims with the power you have over him. 

“You wont stop, you couldn't if you tried.” For the first time that evening, you call his bluff, the way he reacts to you exquisite as his lips part, no words coming out. Silence fills the room, even the music on the other side of the door seeming to die down. How long have the two of you been here?

“Am i right?” you question, not letting him off the hook like you usually would.  

“..yeah–” his words are small, and you know you have him right where you want him. The lightest, slightest touch could send him hurtling over the edge, his hips rutting desperately into your hand as you palm him through his underwear.

“So pretty for me, doing all of this. Thank you baby.” you whisper into his ear as he gasps under your touch. It's so incredibly intimate that you can't help but drop your facade for a few seconds, kissing him sweetly, his lips moving against yours with desperation.  

“Anything for you.”

“Anything?”

“Mhm.”

You take his cock out of the confines of his underwear, a sigh of relief falling from his parted lips as your fingers ghost over the tip, teasing him. 

“Just stay still, let me make you feel good.” you murmur, feeling him up under his shirt, your nails digging into the skin of his back. He shifts on top of you, his body yearning for your touch.

“Please.”

You reach down to wrap your manicured fingers around his cock, the sight of the pretty colors of your nails around him making his eyes roll back in his head, his mind spinning with all sorts of possibilities, mostly focused on not finishing right in that moment. 

Tugging lazily on his cock, you drag your fingers from the base to the tip, a satisfying whimper spilling from Matty’s lips, the sound spreading through your entire body. His back arches against you and the kiss he presses against your mouth tastes like the cigarettes he chainsmoked on the way to the club, mixing deliciously with the hint of alcohol on his breath. 

“Let go for me, feel it.”

He trembles, the noise he lets out is desperate, filthy, shooting straight to your core. Everything is heightened. You can feel his breath on your cheek as he leans forward into you, chest pressing against yours as you run your fist up and down his cock, small whimpers of pleasure spurring you on. 

“Fuckk, that feels so good–” 

Matty’s words are choked, his effort to hold back a bit obvious. He’s hungry, wanting, evident in the way he ruts into your hand, his fingers digging into the skin of your shoulders, the sharp pain making you sigh, pleased. 

“Be nice and loud for me, let me hear you.” you coo into his ear, your free hand dragging up his back under his shirt, the mesh bunching up. “So good to me, treat me so well, god– shit.”

He twitches as you dig your thumb into his slit, a shiver spreading through his body 

The way he’s not even undressed is obscene, the fabric of his jeans gathering under his hips as he’s perched on top of you, feet planted firmly on the floor for leverage. You watch him, engrossed in pleasure, completely blissed out expression on his face. His head is thrown back, exposing his pale neck, faded hickeys and marks still visible from your last encounter. 

“You're staring” he breathes, your eyes snapping up to meet him. A filthy grin tugs at the corners of his lips, your focus on him and only him. His hair falls over his face, obscuring it slightly, much to your disdain.  

“You're giving me reason to” you brush curls out of his face as your movements still, letting him speak properly, uninterrupted. 

“Yeah, I want you to look at me.”

You smile lovingly, cocking your head slightly to the left as you tease him, one of your fingers twirling his hair. 

“Gets you off, my attention?” he doesn't even try to deny it, knowing it wouldn't get him anywhere. 

“Mhm-m” he nods, panting. His chest heaves with every breath he takes, silently begging you to continue.

His hips stutter as you grip his cock tighter, your other hand stroking his face sweetly as you stare into each other's eyes, his face flush as pornographic moans spill from his lips. His back arches again, your bodies pressed against each other as your hand snakes between the two of you.

“F-fuck, i’m so close, please let me cum, please.” His voice is high-pitched and whiny, tears threatening to spill at the overwhelming pleasure. 

“You beg so nicely, let me hear you baby.” you whisper words of encouragement as his hips buck up into your hand involuntarily, every ounce of self control in him dissipating. 

“I need it so bad, please i've been so good for you.”

He hiccups in a way that almost makes you feel bad, his desperation so obvious. You speed up a bit, just a bit, giving him that sweet, sweet relief he’s been begging for for god knows how long now.

“P-please, oh fuck, yesyesyes fuck.” precum bubbles at the tip of his cock, and you smear it down, coating him in his own arousal. It's unbelievably hot, his entire body twitching at the sight of your fingers on his cock, a sight he desperately tries to commit to memory. 

“You’re leaking all over my hand darling, so filthy.” he whines into your neck, and you lick across his jaw, making him shiver

“Make a mess, c’mon, come for me.” an animalistic groan fills your ears as he rapidly approaches his orgasm, writhing under your touch.

“Y-yeah– fuck thats so good, your hand feels so good, fucking made for me.”

Matty’s possessive nature made your head spin with lust, his eyeliner smudging down his face as he stares into your eyes with such an intensity it felt like he was going to consume you.

His skin glows under the soft pink lighting, making him seem ethereal, like a true angel. His noises are like music to your ears as he spills into your hand, spurts of cum coating your bare stomach, barely missing your (quite expensive) cropped shirt. Matty kisses you immediately after, hands threading through your hair as he drinks you in, stealing your breath straight from your lungs. 

Wordlessly, one of his hands moves down, gathering the remnants of his orgasm onto two fingers, tapping your mouth with the other. You indulge him, parting your lips to let him push his digits past them, the salty taste of him taking over your senses. His pupils are completely blown out in desire, not able to process what was happening in front of him, a loopy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his eyes crinkling in that way that made your heart swell up with love 

“Perfect.” he mumbles as you lick his fingers clean, smiling mischievously at his dazed gaze. Matty pulls you in, holding you close, desperate to not let go.

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“Where were you two?” Ross’s voice is accusatory as the two of you finally return to the booth, the dancer from before having already left. A faint blush spreads onto your cheeks as the memories of not 20 minutes go flash through your mind. Hann doesn't help your situation at all.

“Probably shagging, just look at him.” your head turns, seeing Matty’s blissed out expression, a content smile replacing his usual nasty grin. You elbow him in the ribs, a silent plea to say something, but he promptly ignores your silent begging. 

“Shut up you dickhead, you don't know shit.” 

George points at Matty, now grinning wildly, reminiscing about the events of tonight. He’s oddly calm, which would be concerning if it wasn't for the monstrous case of post-sex hair he currently had 

“Jesus, what did you even do to him?” George is taking the absolute piss out of you, and for good enough reason. 

“I don't kiss and tell.” you attempt to change the conversation topic as you settle back into the booth, commenting on the pint glasses. You're ignored in favor of laughing at you further while matty remains completely unbothered, the glow he emitted so fucking obvious it hurt.  

“Well he sure does, I've heard much more than necessary.” Ross sniggers, pulling a face at the not-so-distant memory of Matty’s sex bonfire-storytelling session that had happened a few weeks prior (not at an actual bonfire, but on the floor of your living room, completely pissed while you were out with your girlfriends.)

“Did you at least wash your hands?” Hann asks, the question directed at Matty, whose hands were loosely wrapped around his nearly empty pint glass. 

“Didn't have to.” he grins, waving his hands in Adam’s face proudly, like it was some sort of achievement. 

“Oh fucking hell, too much info.” George groans, cupping his face in his hands at the mental image of what he thought had just happened. You laugh inwardly, the whole situation absurd. This was the furthest you had ever gotten in discussing anything relating to your relationship with Matty, and it honestly felt weird.

“I’m never touching you again mate, no fucking way.” Ross stated, a disgusted look on his face. “Awwe Ross, how will you do without my touch?” You make grabby hands at him, climbing over George to drape yourself over the booth, touching his hair and face, Matty’s and Hann’s hysterical laughter spurring you on. “GET OFF ME!!” he yells, clawing at you to push you away, absolutely mortified. 

George, slightly more pissed than the rest of you, announces his mission to get the dancers number, swearing up and down that “She had this look in her eye, i’m so fucking serious.” he manages to stumble over his shoes about three times before finally standing up straight, brushing off any ‘dust’ (crisps) that clung to his raggedy band tee. 

“Good luck mate, not that you need it.” Hann tries to be encouraging, knowing just as well as the rest of you how George got when he had a few too many pints. Terribly emotional and impulsive, there was no stopping him once he had his sights set on something, or in this case, someone.

“I definitely don't” he glares at you over his shoulder, strutting across the dance floor in direction of where he’d last seen her. 

As he walks away, Ross sniggers.

“He definitely does.” and you can't help but giggle along as he trips over a stray stair, falling right onto his face. Hann goes to help him up, ignoring your collective jeers to “Stop ruining his chances at true love!”

With an ice pack pressed to his face, George can only roll his eyes at the various comments for the rest of the night, despite it being his birthday.