#if you want to fuck a rock good for you!!!

[nerdlvr]

✩ backstage

(MDNI)

smut , haechan x reader , hushed sex ig... , doggy style (he's standing and she's like pressed against a couch) , kinda mean hyuck , semi public sex , quickie , selfish fuck (only he cums LMAO) , no condom , creampie , lots of petnames , requested here! , lmk if i missed anything!

"we're on in 10 minutes everyone!" the set manager's voice rang through the locked door of the dressing room.

"h-hyuck- you- you have to- ahh-" your mouth fell open as he slid into you, his grip on your waist firm.

"what i have to do is fuck this pretty pussy hm? you worry about keeping that mouth shut."

you nodded dumbly, face pressed harshly against the couch cushion, "y-yes hyuck- oh!"

his pelvis rocked against your ass, dripping cunt filled to the brim.

"i said quiet."

.

the sound of skin slapping filled the small room, your moans muffled by donghyuck's fingers, his attempt at keeping you quiet. but your whiny noises still slipped past your lips, the room growing hotter by the second.

"angel please, so fucking loud- want everyone to hear us? want everyone to know how desperate this little pussy is- can't even wait till after the concert?"

your pussy tightened around him, a loud hiss leaving his lips, his grip on your waist almost painful.

"h-hyuck please hurry- i wanna-" you moaned as you felt him press deeper against you, his chest now pressed against your back.

"wanna what? this isn't about you baby- fuck- you can wait your turn."

you whined in his grasp, arms now fully circling your waist as he pounded into you.

"'m gonna fill you up baby- you want that hm?"

your pleas were muffled, one of his hands moving up to press your face deeper into the couch.

"yeahhh baby, 'course you want it- want hyuckie to stuff you full of his- fuck."

his head fell forward as your pussy tightened around him, his words only pushing you further. he stilled against you, hips gently rocking back and forth before, "fuckkk- tight little pussy squeezing me so-" he drew his hips back before slamming back into your roughly, the couch moving from the force.

"h-hyuck- fuck, fuck, fuck-" your words were jumbled, voice shaky and broken as he fucked into you, his strength making your head spin.

"yeah baby- yeah- just like that- oh my- y/n fuck i'm gonna cum-" he groaned against your back, his styled hair and makeup long forgotten as he continued to pound into you.

you arched your back into his grasp, ass pressed perfectly against his pelvis, his balls slapping against your clit.

"shittt, baby shit- i'm- fuckkk-" his voice was soft, teeth digging into your back as he tried to muffle his groans.

his hips stilled, flush against your ass, his body gently twitching as he filled your cunt.

"i love you so much pretty girl- so good- you're so so good for me."

he leaned back, arms letting you fall towards the couch as he rubbed at your back gently. on instinct his head turned towards the clock, 8:10 PM. "oh fu-."

you winced slightly as he rushed to slip out of you, immediately hopping around the room looking for his clothes, "wait- wait where's my sock- shit-"

"lee donghyuck! if i have to come in there i swear to-" you both froze in place as mark banged on the door, his tone clearly upset.

you turned to face donghyuck, reaching inside the couch cushion to pull out a small piece of clothing, "your sock-" he hushed you with a kiss, stumbling out of the room as he pulled his sock up, heavy boot in his free hand.

"you're the best, love you sugar cakes! see you after!"

and then he was gone, not for long though- you think he wouldn't want to eat his cum out of you during intermission?

[blackdykegirlblogger]

gentle clit worship with abby!

penetration is great and all, but i'm obsessed with the thought of having your back to abby's chest, one arm lightly wrapped around your waist as the other plays in between your thighs. but this time, she isn't fingering you or using a dildo. instead, she just has two fingers gliding over your engorged clit, dancing in calculated zig-zags and circles against you.

it's so soft and intimate and you're losing your fucking mind, your head knocked back against her shoulder as your hands grip her wrist. you're dripping with want, with need, trails of pearly slick leaking from the hole you so desperately wanted her to fill.

but you've had such a long day, and abby always knows what you need, even when you don't. she knows when it's time to take out the strap and rock your shit, but she also knows when it's best to take it slow and easy. well, easy for her. this was fucking torture for you.

she feels your orgasm steadily approaching, taking in how your clit twitches urgently and breathless gasps fall from your lips in rapid succession. she speeds up her ministrations, kissing your neck and rubbing your waist with her free hand. you try to back away from everything, all the sensations sending your brain in overdrive. but you clearly had nowhere to go.

abby murmured in your hair softly, applying the slightest of pressure on your hips so that you couldn't squirm. "don't run from it, pretty girl."

"it feels good, right? so just let it feel good."

[dazevi]

vi x reader but they’re tribbing… for science reasons ofc !!

tribbing with vi | vi x fem!reader, shortfic, smut (18+) wc: 843

content warnings: mdni smut ; soft sex, soft top!vi, bottom!reader, kissing, scissoring/tribbing, profanities | masterlist

it’s dim in vi’s room. her sheets were slightly wrinkled beneath you, and the hum of the city outside her window was barely noticeable over the sound of her breathing—low, heavy, and uneven. she was on top of you, her strong, tattooed arms braced on either side, and her face hovered close enough for you to feel the warmth of her breath against your skin. her hair was messy, strands falling over her forehead as her blue eyes burned into yours.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” she muttered, her voice raspier than usual.

she kissed you again, slower this time. her body pressed flush against yours, the heat of skin between you almost unbearable. she’d been holding back all night, waiting, teasing herself with every touch and every kiss until she couldn’t take it anymore.

vi’s hands roamed down your sides, her fingers splaying wide as she gripped your hips, her thumbs tracing slow circles over your skin.

“is this okay?” she whispered as her forehead pressed to yours.

you nodded, biting your lip as her hands guided your thighs apart, her hips settling between them. you could feel every inch of her, the taut muscles beneath her skin, the way she moved carefully.

she moved slowly at first, testing, adjusting until her body slotted perfectly against yours. the first brush of her wet, wanting pussy against yours made you gasp, your fingers instinctively gripping her biceps, before moving down to her thigh, keeping her in place. vi could only groan at the sound, rolling her head back.

“f-fuck,” she muttered. “you feel so good, baby. so fucking good.”

“v-vi… fuck—“

she began to move, her hips rocking against yours, rutting against you, each thrust with a breathy grunt. she didn’t rush, though her body trembled with the effort to keep going. the friction was intoxicating. each roll of her hips sent a wave of pleasure through you, and vi seemed to feel it too, her groans mingling with your soft moans. she could feel how wet the both of you were right between your legs. it was sticky, and vi craves it—she craved having your slick all over her cunt, hers all over yours, the feeling of your throbbing clits brushing against each other with every thrust of her hips, oh fuck.

her hands stayed on your hips, holding you steady as she moved, her grip tightening each time you bucked against her.

“just like that,” she murmured, her voice cracking slightly. “keep moving with me, baby. you’re doing so good.”

you couldn’t help the way your hands wandered, sliding up her abs and squeezing her tit. vi let out a low growl at the feeling of your hands on her, her thrusts faltering for just a moment before she picked up the pace, grinding against you harder, faster. god, you were so fucking wet… and each sound that fell from your lips was the prettiest things she’d ever heard.

“look at me,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. you

you opened your eyes—when had you closed them?—and the sight of her took your breath away. her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed deeply, and her eyes were dark, half-lidded but still focused entirely on you.

“i-i need to see you, baby,” she said, her voice shaky from the pleasure building in her stomach, between her legs. “need to see how good i’m making you feel—o-oh, ffuckkkk—“

“v-violet, i—”

your body arched off of the bed, and you gasped as the friction hit just right, her pulsing clit nudging yours, your nails digging into her thigh. vi groaned, her head dropping for a moment as she tried to collect herself, but she was too far gone, each buck of her hips becoming more erratic, more desperate.

“vi, i-i’m gonna—mmph, gonna—”

“i can feel you, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick, breath ragged as she furrowed her brows. “you’re so close, aren’t you? hah… come on, cum for me. nngh, please.”

her pleading tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. her grip on your hips tightens, her biceps flexing as she guides you both into a faster rhythm. she’s so lost in the moment, her blue eyes half-lidded as she stares at you like you’re the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. and soon enough, your body tensed, your back arching as you came all over her pussy, your moan muffled as you buried your face in her neck. fuck fuck fuck, you felt so good. vi followed soon after, her own orgasm making her hips stutter as she pressed against you one last time, her body trembling against yours. panting, she moved carefully, wanting to be closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder as she tried to catch her breath, her arms wrapping around you tightly as if she couldn’t bear to let you go.

“oh, fuck,” she finally murmured, her voice soft and full of awe. she pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes shining with pride. “i don’t think i’ll ever get enough of you.”

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[seanminfl]

It was a hot summer day, and my brother Jake and I were working in the yard. We had been cutting grass and trimming bushes for hours, and I could smell the musky scent of his sweat. It was driving me wild. Jake knew it too; he grinned at me, his teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

"Hey, little brother," he called out. "Could you come help me in the shed for a minute?"

I followed him into the small wooden structure, my heart racing. Jake closed the door behind us, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I looked up at him, my eyes wide.

"I know what you want," Jake said, his voice low and husky. "And I'm going to give it to you."

Before I could react, Jake grabbed me and pulled me close. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I moaned with pleasure.

Jake broke the kiss and looked down at me. "I've been thinking about this all day," he said. "How much I want to feel your tongue on my skin."

Without another word, Jake lifted his arms over his head providing access to his sweat-slicked pits. I could feel my cock straining against my pants as I leaned in and took a deep breath. Jake's scent was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist. I leaned in and licked his pits, tasting the salt and musk of his skin.

Jake moaned with pleasure, his fingers tangled in my hair. "Yes, just like that," he whispered. "Lick it all up."

I sucked and nibbled at his pits, reveling in the feeling of his body against mine. Jake's cock was rock hard, and I could feel it pressing against my leg. I reached down and stroked it, feeling the silky skin and the hard length beneath.

Jake groaned and pushed me down onto the floor. He pulled off my pants and underwear, exposing my aching cock. He leaned down and took it in his mouth, sucking and licking with expertise. I moaned, my hands tangled in his hair.

"Fuck, Jake," I gasped. "You feel so good."

Jake pulled off my cock and looked up at me, his eyes gleaming. "I'm not done with you yet," he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He slicked up his fingers and reached around, probing my ass.

I moaned as he slipped a finger inside me, then two. He stretched me open, preparing me for his cock. I could feel the tension building inside me, my muscles clenching and unclenching.

Jake pulled his fingers out and positioned himself behind me. He pressed the head of his cock against my hole, and I gasped as he pushed inside. It was tight and hot, and I could feel every inch of him as he filled me up.

Jake started to thrust, his hips slapping against my ass. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, my cock bouncing with every thrust. I reached down and stroked myself, my fingers slick with pre-cum.

"Yes, Jake," I gasped. "Harder, fuck me harder."

Jake obliged, pounding into me with reckless abandon. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, my muscles tensing and releasing. I cried out as I came, my cum splattering on the floor.

Jake followed soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me up with his seed. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged.

We lay there for a few moments, panting and sweating. Then Jake looked up at me, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Dad's going to be home soon," he said. "Think we have time for round two?"

[da3h0lovr]

heyy could you do another femdom reader x dae ho?? ur literally my fav writer already lmaoo and can you include her choking him??😍😍tyyy

Muhehehe I GOT YOU QUEEN AND IM YOUR FAV?!?!? omg my heart 🙏🏻 THANK YOUUU OKAY HERE U GO 😈

Please.

Nsfw under the cut!!

MDNI

A/N: that gif of him is SCRUMPTIOUS😈 I might go feral ngl. (That image in the request is me fr)

Pairing(s?): Sub!Kang Dae-ho x Dom!f!Reader

Genre: pure smut

Warnings: Porn w/o plot, use of "Mama", Choking!!, usage of toys (fleshlight + cockring), begging, edging, PiV unprotected (wrap ur willy!!), slight handjob. (Link at end)

You have Dae-ho wrapped around your finger. He does any and everything for you.

That includes sitting in between your thighs and taking his punishment like a good boy.

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"Fuck! Mama, please let me cum" he whines, his larger hands gripping your thighs. You have a cockring on the base of his cock, and you're edging him on with a fleshlight. He squirms, but you use your free hand to keep him grounded.

"Stop moving so much." You demand, and he whimpers, letting his head fall back against your shoulder. You take the opportunity, wrapping that free hand around his throat, squeezing only a little, just enough to add to his pleasure.

He gasps, his eyes widening before closing shortly after. "M-mama please!! I've been a good boy!" He pleads, hips thrusting upwards, trying to chase that delicious release.

"What is it you want baby?" You ask, placing a soft kiss to below his ear, and he squirms a bit more at that. "P-lease.. need to be inside you" he groans out, his hips rocking into the fleshlight.

"Seems like you're getting off to this well enough" you tease and he shakes his head no swiftly. "No!! No!!" He tries to stop his thrusting, but he can't seem to stop. "Please.. please let me inside you" he begs.

After a little while, you cave in. You slide the fleshlight off of him, and you take off his cockring. He lets out a sigh of pleasure, turning around to face you.

You slide off your shorts and panties, lying down and letting him drink in the sight of you. But he can't hold back anymore, he slides his cock in you, whining in such a high pitch it almost hurts your ears.

He begins thrusting, struggling to maintain his composure already.. he thrusts like a wild animal, babbling incoherently. Letting out whines, moans, and whimpers.

Eventually, his cock twitches violently. He pulls out and you immediately start stroking him, and he cums all over your stomach, letting out broken moans.

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Guys, the ending was based on this video (NSFW!!!!) Muhehehe..

[mameillieureennemie]

Could I please suggest Sub!vi with Dom! Reader riding Vi’s face and vi cums untouched and is punished for it????

You don’t have to if you dont want to

Thanks!

-saturn

ohoho this idea had me going a bit crazy, i shan't lie to you...i hope you enjoy 👀

cw: sub!vi, dom!afab!reader, praise kink, 18+ so minors DNI or else

"such a good girl," you praise softly, smiling down at vi's pleading doe eyes. they close briefly when you grip her hair, hold solid as you rock against her mouth. her nose brushes against your clit with each thrust, causing your breath to hitch and your hips to grind harder. "doing so well for me, aren't you?"

vi's eyes cross slightly at the still pouring praise, her hands grabbing the curves of your hips like a lifeline. she hums against your sopping hole, the vibrations having you hissing, body jerking at the sensation.

"fuck vi," you gasp, fucking her face a little faster. you grab at one of your tits with your free hand, twisting the perked nipple until there's a hint of pain to the pleasure. "you're being so, ah, so good for me and—" you shudder when vi whimpers against your pussy, her head tilting up so her lips can wrap around your clit. "yes, yes—"

vi's like a live wire beneath you, her nails digging into the plush of your hips. she's staring up at you, mesmerised and face wet from the last two times you came. her skin's all flushed, a darling pink a few shades too light to match her hair. but she's gorgeous, especially when she's desperate and needing to come for the past hour.

but she's holding on for you because you told her not to come. you told that she isn't allowed until you've used her mouth to the point of satisfaction. and there's nothing more that matters to vi on this earth than pleasing you. she'd be damned if she disobeyed you; but you can see that she's faltering.

you can feel her twitching, can see the telltale sign that she's about to erupt because she loves the taste of your pussy. she's come many times from just a drop on her tongue alone; now her mouth's been flooded with it. her senses are overwhelmed with you, and she's falling fast.

"vi," you breathe, inflicting a strict tone, the one that usually has vi whining. "don't you dare come. if you come, i'll be so disappointed and you won't be my good girl anymore."

vi's eyes grow teary, as if saying she can't hold on because you taste so good, smell so good. so you lift off her face, watch her gasp for air before she's saying, "please please please—" all needy, moaning pathetically as she watches you rub at your clit in fast circles. the wet slick sound of your cunt fills the room, along with your gasping moans as you start to cum again all over vi's face and—

"i'm, i'm sorry—!" vi breathes before she's crying out, eyes rolling back as she shakes beneath you. the sight of her losing it pushes you further, drawing out your orgasm until you have to rip your hand away with a whimper.

it's a minute before you're both able to calm down, still trembling with the force of a shared orgasm. you draw in a breath, close your eyes before you're shifting your body to lay on top of vi fully.

vi's got her eyes closed, mostly to avoid your potential disappointed gaze. but she doesn't resist when you dip your slick-coated fingers into her mouth, moaning as she suckles on them greedily.

"such a bad girl," you bemoan, taking in the tempting sight of vi greedily chasing your taste. "i told you not to come and what did you do?"

"...i came," she murmurs sadly around your fingers. "i'm sorry...i didn't—"

you take your fingers out of her mouth before gripping her chin between your index finger and thumb. you squeeze until she opens her eyes, all dejected like a bullied puppy dog. you smile at her, deceptively comforting before you're leaning in to give her a kiss.

"i know you're sorry," you whisper against her lips. "but i'm still upset so..." you trail a hand down until you're playing with the hair around her wet pussy. "you're gonna have to make me feel better."

vi swallows, the flush on her cheeks darkening, as she takes in a breath.

"will you be good this time?" you purr sweetly. "take your punishment like the good girl i know you are?"

the nod vi gives is frantic, her thighs closing around your hand when it slips down to tease at her clit.

"good girl."

[karthara]

Ok, first of all, uncharitable take here. Fuck you. Don't bully queer people you think are 'weird'. Calling a group weird and obsessive and suggesting that they were once harry potter fans at some point if they are like this is mean. You are implying a threat to cut them out of the queer community by phrasing it like that. Exclusionists suck, don't be one, queer people have enough enemies. Now that I have that out of my system.

While I hate that woman as much as the next queer person, why do you have an issue with using a cultural touchstone as a way to understand the self and connect with other people? Maybe I'm getting caught up on the 'for preteens' bit here. It feels a bit too much like all the people who think you should quietly exit fandom once you hit the 20-25 age range and settle down and pop out and raise babies for the rest of your life instead of having interests and hobbies. I understand a dislike of commercial properties and not wanting to be chained to someone who can be easily swayed by profit margins, but I feel part of being in fandom spaces is delving into the stories and world building and picking up bits you love and letting ideas that may be new to you expand your understanding of the world. To me it doesn't matter if the stories in question were written a long time ago and some 'smart educated' people decided they were worthy or if it's some fan fiction someone threw up on the internet on a drunken whim. If you find a story that evokes thought and feeling, isn't that a good thing? Maybe it's my mental health issues, but I don't see any problem with clinging to something that brings you joy if you're not hurting someone else. Maybe because I was bullied a lot as a child I'm overreacting here, but just… why do you feel the need to needle people you think are being 'weird'? I know we all feel like we're safe here under our rock on the tumblrs, but it's still a public forum. The things you say do reach other people. Honestly you sound like someone who just turned 18 and is desperately trying to prove how 'adult' you are by setting aside anything fun. Why do you feel the need to try and lift yourself up by putting other people down? Because that's what you are doing here. Good for you if you're 'too grown up' to get into 'children's stories', but please don't shit on those of us who find something to enjoy. If people want to find or make a flag that is specifically for their lived experience, is that harming anyone? No. Let people have fun with things.

do you think that a certain genre of queer person is so obsessively weird about pride flag discourse becuase their flags fill the gaping hole in their personality where a hogwarts house used to be

[simp-ly-writes]

Wedding Night

─────── · · How Could You Refuse? (pt.12)

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: After weeks of minimal contact before the wedding and from you teasing your new husband throughout the reception with photos of yourself, you and Jayce share your wedding night together.

─ · · THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS AND IS NOT MEANT FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

─ · · TAGS: can be read as a standalone, nsfw/smut/pwp, fem!reader, unprotected pinv (be safe please!), dom!Jayce, making out, teasing, dirty talk, size differences, groping, nipple/breast play, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), marking/biting, aftercare.

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─ · · A/N: uhhh... i'm just not gonna say anything lol.

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─ · · You are last to leave the restroom having finished your conversation with Mel and are happy that you waited as a pair of hand grab your waist picking you up and dragging you into a secluded corner. You can hear as Jayce moans while pressing a kiss to your lips, eyes dark as he pulls away, breathing ragged as he takes in your new look, the same dress as in the pictures, "fuck, sweetheart," his tone is raspy making your thighs clench together at the sound as you wrap your arms around his neck- feeling as one hand slides behind your neck, pulling you in for another kiss.

The lack of oxygen has you starting to feel light headed as you tap thrice and pull away pressing your forehead to his shoulder and kissing his chest, "Jayce we-" you gasp, sentence cut off as his knee parts your thighs, a hand pushing down your waist making you sit against it. The sudden pressure against your clit has you biting your lip and closing your eyes hearing as Jayce feels your wetness soaking through his pant leg- groaning. You start to grind yourself upon his knee, "fuck," you whimper, trying to get more friction with Jayce's help as he rocks you against him, "yeah? feels good taking that pressure away-hm? can feel how wet you are- must have felt so sore tonight but you just had to sit still and look pretty even when you were dripping down your thighs."

"Feels really good Jayce," you breathe out, picking up your head to quickly look around his shoulder- the hall empty as Jayce starts to paw at your chest, pinching your nipple through the fabric hearing as you gasp. "M'sure it does. I'm a good husband, right? Touching you where you need, whispering filth into your ear to get you off, making sure that no one can see how easily you come undone for me in this corner like a good girl- yeah?"

"Yes Jay," you nod your head, pushing more of your weight against his leg hearing him chuckle squeezing your hip before slowly setting leg down and pushing your leg off to the side as you grip his arms- pleading, "Jayce please-I" Jayce shushes you with a kiss too quick for your liking as you try and pull him towards you again but he does not budge, simply patting your thigh and getting you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist- eyes hopeful as you peer into his hazel ones.

"So if you're such a good girl then why..." he rocks his hips into your own as you squeeze your legs tighter around him, "...is your husband walking around with images of you in his pockets that your friends got to see? Why leave me hurting with need-hm? All I wanted was to be good to you, make sure you feel so good tonight but you're so cruel to me, darling," Jayce rocks his hips into your once more, holding you up against the wall in wait for your answer.

You feel his breaths heavy and feel your once desire-filled brain being flooded by guilt as Jayce blinks away tears of need. You can feel him shaking beneath your touch, "I'm sorry, Jayce. I'm sorry just was frustrated by your teasing," you say softly, kissing his face and lips in apology before hugging him tightly feeling as he shakes his head.

"I did it for your own good, sweetheart just knowing how good you'd feel afterwards but I know you're sorry so I'll be nice tonight since it's our wedding night... just know that I do remember what little scheme you did." You nod, not exactly caring for your future self just yet when Jayce placed you back down on your feet, helping you into his jacket and taking off your shoes before picking you up again in his arms and walking you both back home.

"I'm sorry again, Jayce," you murmured partway, Jayce only nodded, "still not going to help later, darling." You sigh, tucking your head into his shoulder with a pout, Just have to make the most of tonight then...

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─ · · Once inside Jayce throws you onto the bed leaving you giggling as he crawls over you and kisses all over your face, trailing down your neck to your shoulder where his breath lingers, teeth scraping against your skin as you wiggle beneath him, "my gorgeous wife," he mumbles before sucking that mark to life as you grasp at his hair at the pressure.

Feeling him pulling away you lean forwards, stealing a kiss feeling as he smiles into it, "my handsome husband," you tease back watching as Jayce's eyes light up at your words leaning into your touch as you caress his cheek before standing and loosening his tie.

You sit up in bed, head tilting to the side as you watch him slowly undress before you. Slipping out and kicking his shoes aside before gently placing his cufflinks on your vanity. He unbuttons the first button to his shirt before pausing and looking at you expectedly. Hopping off the bed you throw his jacket on a nearby armchair within the room and race over to him standing on your toes as you slowly expose more skin and scars for your eyes.

Looking up at Jayce as you reach the final one the shirt slides off his shoulders with ease as he walks forwards and you sit at the foot of the bed reaching for his belt listening to the metal click out of place as you thread the leather out through the loops and cast it aside.

"I rather liked that one," Jayce fakes a saddened tone watching as you simply shrug your shoulders, "you like your wife more," you smile up at him, hearing him hiss as your hand gently squeezes the bulge in his pants before stroking up and down his length.

"I would like my wife even more if she didn't make me finish in my pants," Jayce groans at your laugh, the sound not helping to calm his heart rate as all his senses became heightened from his building need for you. He stares down at you, eyes narrowing in a silent command as you sigh and comply- unzipping his pants watching as they fall down to his ankles and the way he kicks them aside.

Jayce motions for you to turn around as you lie back on the bed and roll yourself over. He brushes your hair out of the way, pressing a trail of kisses across your shoulder blade before slowly unzipping your dress adding more kisses down your skin with every new inch of skin he sees.

He stares for a moment at your lace undergarments as you move your head to the side, watching as his eyes widen at the sight of your garter belt connecting to your stockings. You kick your feet excitedly, feeling confident about your look, "they even have miniature bows!" Jayce chuckles, shaking his head at you, a finger traces down a strap across the back of your thigh causing you to shiver as he observers every part of the design with both his hands and eyes.

Picking up a strap on your other leg, he lifts it gently before letting go, watching as the material snaps back against your skin and how you wiggle in place in reaction. "Jayce please let me get out of the dress at least," you beg.

"So outspoken tonight, sweetheart," Jayce teases, grasping your hips and helping you to roll over, he bends down to pick up your dress and gently drapes it against the armchair with his jacket before turning back to you, biting his lip to your frontside now in view.

Your chest rises and falls in short sharp moments as you press your thighs together, "Well I've had a couple of drinks and am so desperate for you to touch me I might just combust so I apologize if I'm acting out of person because I cannot fundamentally think straight in my current state," you ramble while taking the pins out of your hair, humming out contently as Jayce helps, massaging your scalp, "thank you."

Jayce leans forwards, pressing his lips against your own in a lingering kiss as you trace the ridges of his abs, feeling every deep breaths he intakes and exhales. Jayce continues his exploration of your outfit, humming at every new ribbon and lace detail he discovers- mapping it to memory as you start to grind against his thigh in desperation.

Jayce leans forwards allowing for a better angle as he coos mockingly at your little whimpers and whines as his thumbs brush over your chest, teasing your nipples through the thin material. You wrap your leg around the back of his thigh, pushing more weight onto your throbbing core. "Need you so bad, Jay," you plead, rubbing up and down his back, scratching lightly with your fingers to feel him shiver.

The little movement stimulates your clit forcing your hips to rise and fall again with a dissatisfied huff. You can feel how wet you are, dripping down to the covers knowing that your white panties must be see-through by now but Jayce is not yet satisfied- wondering if he can make you cum without needing to touch dripping cunt.

He pulls down your bar before kissing down the valley of your breaths, tongue trailing to one of your nipples, swirling around hardened buds before grazing gently with his teeth. His hand works to pinch and twist the other as you arch your bag to the sensations, hands gripping long strands of hair before he pulls back and gives your other breast the same treatment.

You cry out in pleasure, goosebumps coat your skin as your head tilts back freeing your sobs to echo throughout the room feeling as your hole clenches around air just catching Jayce's knee as he shifts his position and you fall over the edge, squeezing his thigh as Jayce gropes your chest, praising you endlessly, "Such a good girl for me, can cum without me needing to touch her. You always look so beautiful when you let go, sweetheart, I'm sure it feels good to-hm?"

The relief was only temporary as you quickly fall from your high- the empty feeling you have afterwards has silent tears dripping down your cheeks as you shake your head, "made it worse, so much worse," you whine, hating the way the cold material of your wet panties sticks to your sex and how sensitive your nipples feel to the night air seeing as Jayce just makes no sudden movements.

"You said that you would be nice tonight, my love," you pout, Jayce bites your extended lip before kissing your cheek and reaches down to cup your sex, the intimate position oddly comforting as you lay still in his hold. "I did, didn't I... I'm sorry, sweetheart, let me make up for it?" Jayce begs, eyes wide and pleading as his fingers pinch your clit causing you to yelp and nod your head vigorously.

Jayce sits up as you crawl further back towards the centre of the bed, thighs spreading slowly apart watching as Jayce crawls after you, thumb circling your clothed clit, fingers tracing your opening, teasingly pushing inwards as far as the material would allow. "Need your fingers inside, Jayce."

Jayce complies, pushing your panties to the side as he pushes a singular finger inside, leaning down to lap at your clit, large honey eyes melt into your own as he hums at the familiar sweet taste. Your exhale is shaky trying to keep your head from falling back in the same direction your eyes roll as his fingers starts to to move in and out at a slow pace, testing how far he could bring you to the edge... and you were highly receptive, walls fluttering as he hummed with satisfaction before pulling his mouth away, watching as he slowly slid a second finger in, scissoring you open with ease from your slick.

"You're torturing me," you complain, eyes casting low to Jayce's boxer briefs that strain yet Jayce's expression seems nothing but content watching how you react from his touch, a third finger quickly followed by a forth shuts you up as Jayce curls the digits within you, pressing down on your most sensitive spot within.

You bit down hard on your lip, muffling your cries as Jayce glares at your restraint wanting you to utterly crumble beneath his touch before he fucks you. "Where did all those pretty sounds go? I want to hear you, sweetheart, while you fall apart by my fingers and beneath my eyes. You can do that for me right?" you let go, Jayce takes your moan an answer seeing as your thighs started to shake and the way in which you squeeze your chest, "Let go like I know you want to, I can feel you clenching around me, darling... you like me talking you through this, don't you? So if I said, 'cum for me?' I know you would right? Would feel so good- So cum for me, sweetheart, fall apart for me. I'll be there when you come back down."

Jayce leans back down to kiss your clit, feeling as your body tenses as you teeter on the edge before be begins to suck on your puffy clit- your left hand continues to squeeze your chest, the other rests upon your neck as you swear out upon your release, crushing Jayce's head between your thighs, squirming from the overstimulation causing it to worsen as you grind upon his face as he continues to finger you through your orgasm, humming contently against your clit before finally pulling away, licking his lips as your hooded eyes plead at him.

Jayce sighs, adjusting the band to his black boxers as you quickly pick yourself up, albeit with a few wobbles while making your way over to him. Your eyes blink themselves wide, "please Jayce, you never let me suck you off." Jayce looks up, pleading for strength as you press your hands against his length, finding and rubbing the leaking tip through the cotton, "c'mon Jay. Just for a second."

Jayce looks back down at you, knowing that he couldn't refuse you tonight, "Sweetheart you know I just don't want to hurt you-"

"Jayce Talis, I am asking you on the cusp of pleading and before you start rambling, I feel myself becoming more sober by the minutes and could care less if you finish in my mouth," you beg, hands dragging across the the band to his boxers, picking up and snapping the material against his skin in an act of revenge.

Jayce holds your stare for a moment watching as your mouth slowly opens, you listen to the way he quietly curses at the sight, "just for a-" you've already pulled down the material and are pushing on his thighs for Jayce to lie down.

Your hand struggles to wrap fully around Jayce's cock, stroking him slowly as you lick you lips excitedly, dragging your thumb across the slit of his head watching as the pre-cum drips over your fingers and down his length.

Dragging your tongue from the base all the way to his leaking tip and swirling you tongue to collect the salty taste against your tongue as Jayce feels you swallow and giggle against him.

His head reaches down to cup your cheek, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail, guiding your movements up and down as you look up feeling him heavy against your inner cheek, casting him a wink to feel him twitch. Whatever you can't fit into your mouth, your hands work, gently squeezing as you stroke up to your lips. Sighing happily through your nose as Jayce whimpers for you, "fuck, baby I-" he growls as you press more of him into your mouth, teasing your throat, "shit, sweetheart please- I want to finish inside you tonight."

You flick your eyes back up to him, sad and pleading but pull away eventually with a plop, kissing the angry tip gently before rubbing and down his shaking thighs. Jayce closes his eyes, calming himself as he threads his fingers through your hair, "later this week, okay?"

You nod before sitting up again and straddling yourself over his waist, position his cock right above your prepared entrance as you place one of your hands on his chest to support yourself, the other between your tights feeding the ache as you slowly sit yourself down, the stretch delightful- finally feeling full as you bottom out with a satisfied hum in tune with Jayce's deeper one as he rubs your waist, allowing you time to adjust.

"I missed this," you close your eyes, smiling at the feeling of your connection and slight burn, Jayce's thumbs rub into your skin softly, "missed the feeling too, so... comforting." You nod before gently picking your hips up and slowly pushing yourself back down onto his length.

Jayce helps your movements, allowing you to set the speed, his brain struggling to process the woman he has within grasp and gets to call his wife forever more. You open your eyes sensing his warm stare, "something wrong, my love?" you ask, rocking your hips again as you lean forwards, moaning out to the new feeling as Jayce rocks his hips, meeting your movements half way before pressing a kiss to a scar across his chest.

"Just thinking about how much I love you, Mrs. Talis," his tone raw, hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed as he blinks twice at you, pupils dilating. "I love you too, Mr. Talis," smiling through your words as you continue your rhythm, the pace satisfactory at best as use use Jayce's cock to reach that point inside you before your legs begin to give out, your release escaping you sending you slumping forwards against Jayce's chest with a huff.

Jayce laughs in between his words- asking if you want him to continue. You try raising your hips again before deciding against it and admit defeat. Jayce reaches down between your legs, thumb light against your clit as he gently rocks his hips up into you. "You did so good, taking me so well, sweetheart."

Yet his words do nothing to ease your on-coming frustration from the lack of stimulation you feel. Jayce slows his pace even further as you begin to shake against his chest, confused and needy. "Is everything okay?" he asks softly, you pick your head up, shaking your head, Jayce freezes starting to pull out yet you squeeze your legs together, holding him in place, "No stay I just-" you feel heat rising up from between your legs, across your chest, up your neck and resting upon your face as you pick yourself up from his chest, sinking back down onto his length while tracing patterns across his skin.

"It's just not enough Jay," you mumble, looking off to the side. "What can I do?" Jayce asks, tilting his head- trying to connect your eyes that you squeeze shut, trying to even out your breaths, feeling yourself dripping upon his cock at the various dirty thoughts flooding through your imagination.

Jayce groans as your walls flutter around him yet remains patient, about to open his mouth to ask again before hearing your voice, "need you to fuck me Jayce, s'not enough just," you grind your hips against his, "need you to talk to me, please, just fuck me harder."

You look over to watch as Jayce's brows furrow, "but I thought-" You wiggle your hips remembering how hard he slammed himself into you in that bathroom- how he teased and muffled your cries with kisses as you couldn't stop yourself. "Jayce it was nice to start but you know better than anyone that I won't get off as much from you being so soft-" you would regret your words as Jayce slams his hips up into your if I didn't end up feeling so good- causing you to collapse against his chest at the sudden motion, "fuck," you moan as he grips your hips tighter, you can hear your skin slapping together as his pace hastens.

"My needy girl, can't get off like normal couples do?" you shake your head, not finding your words solemnly focused on the pleasurable brusing you feel around your thighs as Jayce rams into you- feeling as the way his skin sticks to your own, nipples brushing against his hard chest.

"Just need to be fucked hard and fast until you feel yourself being split in two, or am I wrong?" Jayce asks, you moan out your response hearing as he chuckles, kissing the top of your head as you nuzzle your face into his neck, smiling. "You were so talkative earlier, what happened?"

"Jayce," you strain his name, feeling as he shifts position from underneath you- gracing your cervix, your nails dig into his shoulder blades, gripping for strength as every drag of his cock into your ruined hole brings you closer to the edge.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he teases not expecting an answer just kissing the top of your head, "can feel you squeezing me, so tight and hugging me just right like you were made for me." You feel your walls flutter at his words, breaths becoming fast and short, "you like that thought huh? Being mine?- my perfect wife letting me use her hole." Your body begins to tremor, shoulders tensing with the curling of your toes, "so close," you beg pitifully, withering against your husbands chest, his pace unrelenting, bruising your inner thighs with every clap of skin that echos throughout the bedroom.

You feel every part of yourself so vividly, can imagine every bulging vein of his cock pulsing against your walls, feel his head kissing parts within yourself you'd never dream of reaching. Jayce's calloused hands grip you tight, lifting your body up and down to meet his thrusts, his breaths hot and heavy against your ear, growling as your legs lock, seeing white as you twitch and come undone, "fuck, shit, Jay-Jayce, please slow down, fuck-I-uh," Jayce fucks you through your orgasm not hearing you use your safeword or tap against him, feeling as your knees give out again as you shake for him, the mere though has him twitching within you as he withholds his release, growling into your ear, the sound going directly between your legs that quiver.

Tears cloud your vision as your words become increasingly incoherent, loosing yourself to the overwhelming waves of pleasure that rise across your hot skin- burning from his touch and gasping for air. You take in deep breaths, cold air filling your lungs contrasting your sweaty skin as Jayce slows down for a moment, still hard within you, pulling you up just enough to watch as your release drips down coating you both, the whole scene impossibly lewd as you wiggle underneath his concentrated stare.

"Got a forth one in you, baby?" he asks gently, watching your rigid movements as you try and slowly lean down, jittering with your incline towards his lips for a slow kiss, "need to lie down," you mumble, voice strained, body feeling weak as Jayce wraps his arms underneath your own, pressing your chests together as he rolls you both over, moving a pillow beneath your head.

He looks at you waiting for your nod to start moving again, you feel extra sensitive, already feeling close by the initial drags as you extends your hands out trying to pull his face closer to your own. Your tongues lazily wrap around the other as you taste yourself on him. Your noses brush in a second kiss, tipping your head to the side, feeling as Jayce moans from your nails dragging down his back before trailing up to his hair and sorting through the mass of curls.

Pulling away you sweep the strands away from his sweaty forehead as he braces his weight on one arm to cup your cheek with the other, wiping away the remnants of your earlier tears, "I love you," he mutters against your lips before trailing a line of kisses down your throat and shoulder as he rocks into you at a steady pace, waiting for your orgasm as he postpones his own- focusing on marking your skin. You close your eyes, tracing hearts across his skin, "I love you too."

Jayce listens for your breath to hitch as he works his way across your neck leaving evidence of his adoration for you like a necklace- waiting for the sound, "Jayce!" of your tone high and airy, he smirks against your skin, canines brushing against the side of your neck as he licks the spot carefully before pulling away and blowing gently watching a hundred of goosebumps coat your skin causing you to shiver and try to squirm away only to end up gripping him tight as be bites down gently, moaning deeply as your ankles lock around his lower back pulling yourselves closer together, closer to the edge.

"I'm here, its okay, you can take it," he reassures you, listening as you call out his name like a mantra- watching as your eyes slowly blink open, wide and glistening- meeting his own, "going to go faster okay? I-fuck," he growls from you casting your own mark on his neck, pulling his head down, gripping his hair tightly as your legs pull his hips closer to you forcing him deeper.

You pull away, wrapping your arms and crossing your wrists behind his head as he swallows your moans that turn to screams as he chases his high, yours falling partway as your touch loosens and you fall back- crashing against the covers, back arched as you try and crawl away yet Jayce's hips chase you, bucking into you with force as he grunts, chest rising and falling in short breaths, eyes dark as he watches your lip quiver, your chest bounce with his every thrust, listening to how your voice fills the room, flooding his ears and filling his head with nothing but you.

"A-ah fuck baby," he swears as he releases, hands gripping the covers by your head in tights fists, knuckles turning white at the sounds of your moans. His hips start slipping from their rhythm becoming increasingly sloppy with each drag through your sore walls that flutter and pull his release deeper within yourself.

Jayce shakes, muscles straining to hold himself up- mindful to keep his bodyweight from crushing you. A shared hiss comes from you both as he slowly pulls out- you frown at the sinking hollow feeling you develop from the lost weight between your legs- crossing them for comfort as your combined release drips out of your fluttering hole and onto the sheets.

You both lay there still, catching your breaths, Jayce plays absent-mindedly with a strand of your hair as you trace the various scars running up his arm. "How does a bath sound?" Jayce asks quietly into your hair hearing as you hum in approval, sitting up and watching as he stretches, back muscles flexing in the moonlight as you throw a pillow in your face to muffle your whine, get it together, you tell yourself hearing as Jayce laughs, voice horse as he speaks, "we're never getting out of here, sweetheart if you keep making those sounds."

The pillow slowly slides off your face as you glare at Jayce, chucking the pillow at him that he catches with ease, "not my fault I'm attracted to my husband," you retort, crossing your arms over your chest hearing as Jayce moans at the sight your glare and the way in which you push your chest up with your arms.

Jayce rubs his face, mumbling to himself before quickly turning on his heel, shaking his head and turning on the tap, watching as the bath fills slowly before choosing a scent.

You look back towards the air chair, seeing your dress and Jayce's suit jacket draped across it with a smile, unknowing to your husband leaning against the doorframe observing your already reminiscent eyes, "the night is still young, darling and even when morning greets us we have the rest of our lives ahead of us."

You snap your head over, eyes lighting up as he tips his head into the bathroom mirroring your smile. Jayce watches as you slip out of bed and slowly unclip and slide your various undergarments from your body before slowly walking over to him, brushing your hand across his stomach, feeling up his chest as you press a kiss to his heart before turning past in and stepping into the bath- waiting impatiently for him to join you as you splash a bit of water his direction, hitting his leg with a giggle.

Jayce's eyes crinkle at your playfulness before stepping in behind you, your back and head resting upon his front, eyes closing from the warm water that surrounds you and the feeling of Jayce's hands wrap around your waist beneath the water- holding you close before placing his head atop your head, smiling at your combined reflection in the mirror, "I love you."

"I love you too."

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absolutely going feral over these, and it’s giving dirtbag!daniel having his way with you on a boat 👀

oh how he would LOVE for everyone around to hear 😩😩

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— his tattoos 😵‍💫 if he wants you, he wants you, doesn’t care if anyone else hears (or sees) plus wouldn’t it be so much fun to fuck w a view? he’ll still look at you though. NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY HEART ATTACKS BTW (cunty collective I see you) 18+ content below

The sun beat down on the boat, the faint rocking of the waves beneath you doing nothing to steady your trembling legs as Daniel pulled you onto his lap. He was shirtless, his bronzed skin glistening faintly, and those shorts he wore—low on his hips and just short enough to show off the tattoos on his thick thighs—left little to the imagination.

You should’ve been looking at the open sea, the endless stretch of blue and the gentle horizon. Instead, you were seated on Daniel’s cock, his hands gripping your hips, letting you take him as deeply as possible.

“Look at that view, baby,” he rasped, his voice rough, his lips grazing your ear as he guided you to grind down on him. “Not the ocean, though—nah, the only thing I care about is how good you look falling apart for me.”

You tried to focus on the horizon, your hands braced against his chest as you lifted yourself up and sank back down. But Daniel wasn’t about to let you escape the intensity of his gaze.

“Eyes on me,” he muttered, a hand slipping under your sundress to toy with your clit. You whimpered at the sudden shock of pleasure, your legs threatening to give out.

“D-Danny,” you stammered, your voice catching in your throat as he smirked.

“There’s my good girl,” he crooned, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Whining for me already? Fucking pathetic. You can’t even ride me properly without making a mess of yourself.”

You whined, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to keep up with his pace. But he was relentless, pulling you down harder, making sure you felt every inch of him stretching you open.

The wet sounds between your thighs grew louder, and your face flushed as you glanced nervously over your shoulder. The thought of someone walking by, hearing the obscene noises or catching a glimpse of what you were doing, sent a jolt of both fear and arousal straight to your cunt.

“Don’t even think about it,” Daniel warned, gripping your chin and turning your face back to him. “No one’s out here right now, but you want someone to see, don’t you? Bet you’d love to have an audience. Let them watch you bounce on my cock, moaning like the desperate little slut you are.”

“Shut up,” you shot back weakly, but your words were swallowed by a sharp gasp as he pinched your clit, making you clench around him.

“Shut up?” he mocked, his tone dripping with condescension. “That’s cute, coming from someone who’s whining my name loud enough for the whole fucking marina to hear.”

His lips found yours in a bruising kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he swallowed your moans. “Go on,” he muttered against your mouth, his hands digging into your hips. “Let it out. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.”

You tried to muffle your cries, biting down on your fist as your thighs burned from the effort of riding him. But Daniel wasn’t about to let you hide.

“Nuh uh,” he muttered, grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand away. “You don’t get to be shy now. You were so eager when I took you out here, weren’t you? Now fucking own it.”

His hips thrust up into you, meeting your movements with brutal precision. The force of it had you crying out, your head tipping back as pleasure overwhelmed you.

“That’s it,” he muttered, his voice dark and filthy. “Make a fucking mess of yourself. Don’t stop until you’ve soaked my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you dripping down my thighs.”

You couldn’t hold back. The knot in your stomach snapped, and your orgasm hit you like a wave, your entire body trembling as you moaned his name—loud, unrestrained, shameless.

“Fuck,” Daniel hissed, watching you with hooded eyes as you came undone. His hands never stopped their punishing grip on your hips, pulling you down onto him as you rode out your high.

When you slumped against him, boneless and still trembling from the aftershocks, he chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Better clean yourself up before someone sees, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with mock concern.

Then he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Or maybe we should enjoy the view this time, hm? Turn around, on your hands and knees.”

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[nottswitch]

drummer mattheo fingering reader after she said he was not good with his fingers

⋆˙⟡ drummer!mattheo shows you he’s good with his fingers

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you didn’t know the exact intention behind you saying that. maybe you just wanted to rile mattheo up, maybe you thought his ego had been getting awfully huge lately and decided to bring it down a notch. in any case, you couldn’t complain now, spread out on the couch in his dressing room as his fingers pumped in and out of your dripping cunt.

"f-fuck, matty, s-so–"

you were cut off as his digits curled inside of you, pressing into your clenching walls, into that exact spot. although, to be fair, with mattheo every single spot was that spot – he was so damn good with his… everything, including his fucking fingers. his fucking drummer fingers, skilled to throw drumsticks around like it was nothing, and also skilled to make you a complete moaning and whimpering mess.

"so what, pretty girl?" he drawled, looking down at your flushed, sweaty face with quite a devilish smirk. he was sitting on the couch next to you, legs spread in a casual manner, betrayed only by the tent at the front of his sweatpants, where his rock-solid cock was throbbing with arousal. his demeanor was as nonchalant as ever, though – a cigarette dangling in his left hand as his right one fucked you into a frenzy.

"you were saying?" mattheo teasingly prompted, his movements slowing down a bit as he watched you trying to babble something incoherent. he took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke wafting from his mouth in your direction, very much on purpose. the bitter scent hit your nostrils, but in your current state, it didn’t seem as acrid as it usually did. and mattheo knew, watching with amusement as your lips parted, inhaling the bits of smoke that reached you.

"s-so good…" you somehow managed to whimper out, thighs clenching together as the pace of his fingers picked up again. it was impressive, really, how he still had this much strength in his arm even after a two-hour show. sweat glistened on his biceps and bare chest, nearly making you drool as you took in the sight of his slumped over form with your eyes half-closed.

"yeah? s-so good?" he parroted your mess of a sentence, raising an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. "i don’t know, baby, i don’t believe you. didn’t you say, quote unquote, ‘you don’t know what to do with those fingers’?"

"’m sorry…" you mumbled, a high-pitched moan escaping as he scissored you open, pressing on multiple sweet spots at the same time. you couldn’t string words together anymore, and mattheo still smoked with a smirk on his face, as if he wasn’t cancelling all your brain functions using just the power of his hand.

"oh, you are, baby," he murmured as his fingers plunged even deeper, the sloppy sounds of your pussy making his cock throb harder. "i know you are. and you’re gonna prove it, yeah?”

you managed half a nod, your hands gripping the couch, making the old leather squeak under their grip.

"go on then. cum all over my fingers, pretty girl."

mattheo took another drag from the cigarette, the grey cloud swirling in waves around his smug face. his eyes darkened as he watched you lose yourself, the orgasm crashing over you in waves. as your legs trembled, nearly crumpling on the couch and mattheo’s lap, he pulled his fingers out, completely coated in your slickness. he licked it all off, moaning when the taste of you hit his tongue, mixing with the lingering bitterness of tobacco.

"oh, baby, we’re not done." he chuckled, noticing how the heaving of your chest was gradually slowing down, the high slowly clearing out from your mind. his hand moved to the front of his pants, firmly palming his straining cock. "i’m not too sure you’re sorry yet.”

[leona-hawthorne]

— cowboy!mattheo fucking you in his truck

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“knew you’d let me ruin you like this,” mattheo mutters, voice low and gravelly, his forehead pressed against yours as the truck rocks under the force of his thrusts. “all summer—teasin’ me with that sweet little mouth of yours, those fuckin’ dresses…” his words trail off into a groan, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.  

you gasp, fingers curling into his shirt, the scent of sweat and cigarette smoke clinging to him like a second skin. “shut up, mattheo,” you hiss, but it’s breathless, your head tilting back against the seat as he hits a spot that makes your vision blur.  

he chuckles, the sound dark and taunting. “oh, i don’t think you want me to do that, sweetheart,” he drawls, one hand sliding down to grab your hip, pulling you harder onto him. “you like hearin’ how good you’re takin’ me, don’t you? like hearin’ how you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ insane.

you moan and your head tips back against the worn leather seat of his truck, the coolness of it a sharp contrast to the heat of his body pressed against yours. “you’re gonna get us caught, makin’ all that noise. family’s right across the damn street. am i making you feel that good?”

your nails dig into his shoulders, and he groans again, his hips slamming into yours with a ferocity that steals the air from your lungs. “you’re so full of yourself,” you bite out, though the way your voice shakes betrays any attempt at defiance.  

“full of myself?” mattheo repeats with a smirk, his dark eyes glinting in the faint light spilling through the truck windows. “nah, baby. you’re full of me.” his lips skim the curve of your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he leans in closer. “so long, i’ve been watchin’ you pretend you don’t feel this, like you’re not drippin’ for me every time i’m near you.”  

you clench around him, and the low growl that rumbles from his chest makes your stomach twist. “fuck you,” you whisper, though it’s weak, your hands sliding up to tangle in his messy curls.  

he grins, sharp and cocky, his thumb brushing over your lips before pressing into your mouth. “already are, sweetheart,” he taunts, his free hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you close. “you’re all bark, no bite.”  

his hips roll harder, deeper, and you bite down on his thumb, earning a hiss that quickly turns into a laugh. “feisty little thing,” he mutters, pulling his hand away to cup your jaw instead, forcing you to meet his gaze. “you want me to stop, sugar? tell me, and i will.”  

your fingers tighten around his bicep, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. he’s smirking now; you can feel it, the cocky bastard. you shake your head, swallowing back another sound when he rolls his hips just right, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“thought so,” he murmurs, pressing a rough kiss to your jaw before nipping at the sensitive skin. “you talk a big game, darlin’, but you don’t really want me to leave, do you?”  

you shake your head again, your breath hitching as his free hand slides down, gripping your thigh and hitching it higher around his waist. the angle makes you whimper, and mattheo chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat through you.  

“that’s what i thought,” he mutters, his lips moving against your skin. “can’t get enough of me, huh? sneakin’ out to see me, lettin’ me fuck you like this with your mama’s curtains blowin’ in the window right there.”  

“mattheo—”  

“no, no,” he cuts you off, his tone sharp, but there’s a teasing edge to it, like he’s enjoying your desperation a little too much. “you don’t get to say my name like that unless you want the whole damn street hearin’ you. that what you want, sugar? your daddy stormin’ out here with his shotgun ‘cause his precious little girl couldn’t keep her legs closed?”  

“oh my god, shut up,” you snap, your face burning even hotter than before, but the way you clench around him gives you away.  

“mmm, i don’t think i will,” he drawls, dripping with smug satisfaction. “you love it when i talk dirty to you, don’t you? gets you all worked up, makes you wanna—”  

“mattheo, please,” you interrupt, your voice trembling, and his smirk softens just a little, something like affection flickering in his dark eyes as he leans in to kiss you.  

“please what, baby?” he whispers against your lips, his thrusts slowing just enough to drive you insane. “you gotta tell me what you want. i’m not a mind reader.”  

“don’t stop,” you manage, your voice barely more than a breath. “just— don’t stop.”  

“wasn’t plannin’ on it,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a grin as he picks up the pace again, each movement drawing a strangled gasp from your throat. “not ‘til you’re screamin’ for me, darlin’. let’s see if we can make that happen before the porch lights come on, yeah?”  

© leona-hawthorne 2025. please do not copy, translate or repost any of my writing.

[em1989ts]

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 - 𝐩𝐭 2

part one. main masterlist

word count: 2.6k

summary: after meeting five in the apocalypse, the two of you have a hard time living together. can the two of you control your tempers for one particularly cold winter night to save your lives?

contains: smut so 18+! (reader and five are both 5 years into the apocalypse so they are both eighteen) grinding, dry humping, fingering

author's note: yikes, my first smut. my inbox is open and i'm taking requests!! id love to hear some ideas :) I really wanted to upload this quickly so it's not proofread but eventually i'll edit it . . . but hopefully you guys like this, enjoy!

Living with this stranger definitely changed your life. Whether it was for better or for worse, you had no idea. 

The two of you walked for about an hour to his base, with very little verbal interaction reflecting the very little trust between each other. 

After a little bit of prying on your part, you managed to extract a bit more background information about this guy who you would now be surviving alongside. 

His name was Five Hargreeves. 

He had six siblings. 

They all had super powers. 

They were a team of superheroes formed by their father. 

When he first told you, you chuckled through the bandana over your mouth and nose, but he didn’t display the same humor. 

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Why would I not be?” 

“Well maybe you just went cuckoo here and made up some super stupid backstory!” You replied, pretty certain that he was just nuts. 

Then all of a sudden, he disappeared. 

You jumped at a flash of blue light that suddenly appeared next to you. When you looked back to the area where he was standing, he was gone. 

Looking around frantically, your eyes searched the dusty highway for any signs of him. But there was nothing. 

Was he even there to begin with? Was he just a figment of your overactive imagination? 

Your breathing grew heavy once again as you panicked, then suddenly that blue light and he was right back in his spot next to you, looking amused at your eyes that were wide with shock. 

“Maybe you’re the one who’s cuckoo,” he said with a smug voice. You punched him in the shoulder before the two of you continued walking. 

~~~~ 

His base was interesting, to say the least. 

He had found a building that had only remnants of its walls intact, no roof, and used tarps to makeshift a roof and to cover the enormous gaps in the concrete. 

It didn’t look trustworthy by any means, you’d probably be better off sleeping in cars like you’ve been doing for the past five years. 

He lifted one of the tarps covering a significantly large hole in the wall and crawled in, letting it fall on you as you follow in behind him. You scoffed as you followed his lead. 

He surprisingly had a good stash of resources. Several canned foods, boxes of pasta, and cases of water were stacked in a corner. A makeshift fireplace was in the middle, with a pot leaning next to the circle of rocks. 

There was a small space in the corner. It consisted of what looked like a bundle of tarps and ashy blankets and pillows. You knew whatever happened to the world pretty much converted everything to dust, but he must’ve found those in cars, which somehow withstood some of the fire.

Since you had been sleeping in cars, you collect a couple of sleeping supplies you had found over the years. Thank fuck people decided to road trip before they perished or else you would have frozen to death ages ago. 

You began unpacking your bag and wagon, but you could feel his eyes watching you intently. 

Once you got settled, you didn’t really know what to do to break the unnerving awkward silence, he just sat there staring. You would tell him to take a picture since that would last longer but you're pretty sure there were no surviving cameras in the apocalypse.

The sun had set about twenty minutes ago, leaving the base to get darker as night grew closer. 

He made his way over to the fire pit, and took out a lighter from one of his pockets. When he went to light the wood aflame, the lighter wouldn’t spark. He tried for a while until you couldn’t bear watching the pathetic scene anymore. You took one of the new lighters you had just grabbed today and handed it over to him. He scoffed and snatched it out of your hand, then lit the fire in one try before tossing it on the ground and quickly walking away. 

You were taken aback by his childish actions. Sure, he was alone for years and only had himself to rely on, but now you were here so he shouldn’t be this upset to ask for help with a simple task. 

“You know,” you started with an annoyed tone, “the only reason I’m here is so we can work together.” 

“I don’t need you or your help,” he snapped. 

You cocked your head, not offended but amused. You found his self-reliance ridiculous. 

Sure, it would’ve done him wonders if he truly was the only person on Earth, having no one but himself to rely on. 

But he wasn’t. 

And you sure as hell couldn’t go back to the way things were before. 

If the two of you had decided that you could continue to survive on your own once again, you would drive yourselves mad knowing that there was another human to talk to, that someone else was out there alive and that you weren’t alone. 

You had to stay together to keep yourselves sane. 

“Fine.” 

You had too long of a day to even bother arguing with him. He’d either get used to you or die trying. 

You got up from the dusty ground and tossed yourself on his soft makeshift bed, comfortably taking over. He groaned frustratingly loud, and he tossed his head back and walked outside to get away from the bothersome girl he now had to deal with. 

~~~ 

A few months had passed since Five had encountered the girl at the gas station. That was the last thing he expected when he went out for more supplies that day. 

He definitely never thought he would have to share his hard earned food supply, water supply, and base with her, but that’s exactly what happened. 

She was impossible. She was incredibly sarcastic. She was such a pain. 

And of course, she was a nobody. This meant whenever she got bored of staring into her gross canned beans during those nights by the fire, she would ask about his past. 

He had already told her everything she needed to know, but she kept prying about how he got here, what life was like as a superhero, how his family was. At first, he would ignore her, or at least change the topic to distract her empty mind, but eventually he decided he could tell her little by little. He didn’t trust her, but he knew she wouldn’t try to kill him again. 

Initially, he wasn’t thrilled about being stuck with a girl. He was focused on survival, and his alone. But he quickly realized she was incredibly capable of surviving in this long gone world. Hell, she could’ve shot him dead that first day, yet she didn’t. 

He had been faced with the barrel of a gun several times in his life, yet he’d never felt the way he had when his life rested in the twitch of your finger. 

Your anger did something to him. He blamed it on his teenage hormones, but he couldn’t get enough of when you would pounce at him with a clenched fist. He enjoyed bumping into you purposefully, tripping you, picking you up just to toss you away from him. His constant scowl only hid his raging smirk every time you would get up close, letting him see every detail of your face, how your pupils dilated with intense anger, just to yell about how selfish he was, knowing you were just as guilty. 

If surviving on your own in the end of the world wasn’t hard enough, providing for two was nearly impossible. You had to be extremely cautious about your rations, conserving your intake only to what was deemed necessary. Oftentimes, the two of you would steal from each other when no one was watching, which would piss them off horribly, leading to even more fights. If starvation didn’t kill you, your deadly attitudes would. 

Your tempers had gone through the roof once you started living together. 

Walking away from a fight would call for a knife to be thrown at you behind your back. A snarky comment would result in a hand coming in and punching over your meal. 

While neither of you were going out of your way to deliberately kill the other, you sure wouldn’t mind if it accidentally happened. 

When the nights got colder, and autumn turned to winter, the wind would pick up, making it extremely difficult for the tarps to trap any heat into the base. No matter what the two of you did, the constant flapping drove you insane, and you had already been ticked off when he ignored every single idea you had. His bright idea of just stretching the tarp tight enough over the biggest gap in the whole base led to it ripping right in half, letting the winds fly in with no other tarp big enough to replace it. 

“Great job, you dumb fuck,” you muttered as you turned to the fire, which was too small for its warmth to be felt from the beds. 

Your nose felt like it was about to fall off, your fingers felt like nothing, and your lips were blue. You had put on every layer you could find and it still wasn’t enough. Surely, this was the harshest winter you’d experienced in the apocalypse. 

You had usually been fine sleeping in cars, but every single one within a mile radius had been completely destroyed. The two of you would let out your violent rage on the vehicles rather than each other. 

Five had stared at you from his spot by the hole in the wall, snowflakes freckling his face, holding the remains of the tarp. He did his best to cover as much as he could with the pieces then made his way over to you. He noticed how red your cheeks were, and how pale the rest of you was. You had sat down by the fire and dropped your chin between your knees. 

“We’re not surviving this winter,” you said solemnly. You weren’t necessarily giving up, you would still do what you could, but you had little hope in yourself. Morale was hard to build these days, especially when all you wished was to throw yourself into the fire for even a moment of warmth. 

For Five, giving in to the cold wasn’t an option. Not in the slightest. 

He had an idea, maybe a bold one, but if it meant living to see another spring then he would do it. He walked over to the bed and grabbed as much as he could grab. The tarps, blankets, and pillows stuffed under his arms until he couldn’t fit anymore, and he dropped them right next to you by the fire and started laying them out. 

You lifted your head up slightly and displayed a curious arch in your brow as you watched him remake his bed on the ground. The idea was so obvious you cursed yourself for not thinking of it first. 

As you were getting up to grab your bed supplies, a freezing hand pulled you back down and into him. You caught your balance with your hand on his jacketed shoulder, “What the hell?-” 

“Just listen to me,” he cut you off, “The only way either of us is gonna last the night is if we use our body heat. The fire’s going to help but it won’t be enough.”

You scowled, was that seriously the only option? 

Instead of letting you take your sweet time to contemplate whether or not it was worth it to cuddle with him for your life, he tugged you into him and laid down with you. 

His arms wrapped around your front as he held you against his chest, and holy fuck, it felt as if you had been leaning against a furnace. His heat warmed you up quickly, and you brought a blanket up to your chin to keep that heat locked in. 

The proximity of the two of you was what kept you from falling asleep immediately. His chin resting in your neck made you feel something you didn’t want to admit you felt about Five. His arms around your waist made you want him to move his hands just a little bit lower. 

You had an idea that could get you killed. 

While pretending to adjust and get comfortable, you gently grinded your ass against him, trying to get a reaction. 

Immediately, you could feel his arms tighten around you, and a bulge was already pressing into you. 

He leaned closer to your ear and growled quietly, “What do you think you’re doing?” 

You turned your neck to look at him, performing with the sweetest eyes you could display, “Just getting comfortable.” 

Your lips were inches away from his, yet neither of you made a move to close the gap. Five still looked at you with skeptical eyes even though he knew exactly what you had planned. 

Once you moved your hips again, a little harder, he pressed his face into your shoulder as he sighed and repeated the action. 

You let out a quiet groan, enjoying the pressure, yet you brought the blanket up over your mouth to muffle it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. 

He picked up his pace, lowering his hands to hold your hips firm, rolling them against his. The blush on your face grew even more red, and you could feel beads of sweat forming on your forehead. 

His grip was tight, his groans were getting louder, and it felt like you really had frozen to death because this felt like heaven. 

His hand crawled through your layered sweatpants as he reached between your legs. As his cold fingers reached the spot you needed him most, you almost cried out, desperately needing the pressure. 

His other hand moved from your waist, traveled under your sweatshirts, and found its place on your breast. The freezing touch had such a strong sensation, and the pressure felt so good. 

“Please,” you let out, knowing you’d be kicking yourself later for sounding so painfully desperate, “I need more.” 

He moaned in your ear as his bulge pushed harder against you, “We can’t.” 

“Please,” you pleaded, as his fingers circled your clit.

God, you felt pathetic but it felt so good. 

He groaned as he gathered your wetness. 

“It isn’t safe,” he said, disappointed at the fact that you just couldn’t risk that in the apocalypse. 

Before you could beg, he plunged his long fingers into you, soft moans spilling from your throat at the motions. 

His actions grew faster and so did his panting, you knew he was getting close and you were too. 

You turned your neck to face him, looking up at his flush face. He met your dazed eyes, admiring how your face glowed with pleasure. His eyes locked onto your lips as he moved closer and captured them with his. 

Moaning into each other's mouths was just too much for you both, as he came in his sweatpants as you came around his fingers. He let you both ride out your highs before he gently pulled out his fingers. 

He looked at you unusually sweetly, and as you turned to ask what that face was about he shoved his fingers into your mouth, sliding your juices onto your tongue, letting you taste yourself. 

You were surprised initially and groaned at the action, then bit his fingers which caused him to scowl and quickly pull them out. 

“This doesn’t change anything.” 

“Of course not.” 

~~~

tags: @groovydazephantom

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: i love a good wedding fic and ive been excited to share this one! 🤍 not too much to say except i loved writing this and i hope you guys love reading it 🥰

word count: 7.5k

tw: unprotected sex, dirty talk, disgusting amount of domestic fluff,

summary: on a cold february day on long island, you and mat make it official surrounded by your friends and family

You’re awake before your eyes open, the baby fluttering around wakes you most days now, an excited roll in your stomach that gets you smiling before you’re even really conscious.

Watery February sunlight leaks in around the edges of your bedroom curtains, doing nothing to cut the Long Island winter chill. You curl up closer against Mat’s side, the round swell of your stomach pressed against his ribs, one of your legs thrown over his thigh.

Mat’s arm is around your back, his hand splayed over your hip, and he shifts to drag you closer even though there’s barely an inch of space between your bodies. He mumbles something, but doesn’t wake up, and you press your nose against his chest to soak up his warmth. Your usual blanket-hog fiancé has been surprisingly generous with sharing ever since you told him you were pregnant. Of course, now you rarely want the blanket since your body feels like a furnace half the time. But it’s the thought that counts.

The baby flutters again and you grin sleepily into the fabric of Mat’s shirt, patting the side of your stomach and murmuring, “morning to you too.”

You get an answering nudge and giggle, waking Mat in the process.

“Wha’s a matter?” He mumbles, voice slurred with sleep. He’s been back home for a couple of days now, the two week break already half over, but Mat’s always loved catching up on his sleep when he gets the chance.

“Sorry,” you murmur, “just talking to the baby. We’re okay. Go back to sleep.”

He hums and stretches, pulling you even tighter against his side and making you laugh a little. “Nah, I’m awake,” he says, sounding clearer. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Slept through the night, huh?”

“Nope,” you laugh, tangling your legs with his and enjoying the feeling of Mat’s muscled thigh between yours, “I got up to pee, but you slept through it.” You rock a little against his leg, barely aware you’re doing it.

Mat chuckles a bit and his hand slides over your ass lazily, palming it before giving it a brief squeeze. You lean into him, arm over his stomach, cheek against his heart, just quietly breathing together. You know he was bummed not to be picked for the All-Star Game this year, but you have to admit that selfishly you’re glad he’s home and you can relax together before the baby comes this summer. The season’s been a whirlwind and you’ve been busy planning your summer wedding, so it’s nice to just be quiet together. Not that today’s going to be quiet.

“Ready to get married?” You ask, tipping your head up and resting your chin on Mat’s chest. He looks deliciously sleep tousled, hair sticking up in all directions and a small smile ticking at his lips.

“Hell fucking yes,” he grins fully now, entire face scrunched up. His hand shifts from your ass to stroke at the side of your stomach, tickling lightly. “Baby daddy to husband, pretty solid upgrade.”

You snort a laugh and shift a little, hips aching from being on your side all night. “I’m looking forward to the wife upgrade,” you tease back. “I’m tired of the nurse at my OB/Gyn giving me dirty looks because I got knocked up out of wedlock.”

You’re not expecting Mat to have such a reaction to your throwaway comment, but he jolts and half-sits, forcing you to shift away from his side. Your head lands on your own pillow and you squeak from the surprise and sudden movement.

“Wait seriously?” He narrows his eyes at you, a concerned frown turning his lips down at the corners. “You never said anything, that’s bullshit.”

“She’s never said anything to my face,” you wave him off with a shrug. “I’m not overly concerned about it, Mat.”

“Well, I care!” He scoots back up against the headboard, pillows bunched up behind his back and you can see he’s getting worked up on your behalf, which is sweet, but right now all you really want is a cuddle and a back massage. “What right does she have to be judging you? Doesn’t that go against all the like medical codes and shit?”

You roll onto your back briefly to stretch while you answer him, “I think it only goes against medical ethics if she says something or like reports me to CPS? I don’t know, Mat. But after today it’s a non-issue. So, as adorable as you are when you’re defending me, can you please just rub my back and maybe give me one more engaged woman orgasm before they become married woman orgasms?”

That’s been a major perk of the second trimester - after your morning sickness and general all-day nausea had faded, you’d been wildly horny for Mat. Not that you weren’t before you were pregnant, but now everything feels heightened and luckily, Mat’s more than happy to indulge in your pouted pleas when he’s home.

Sure enough, Mat laughs and leans down to kiss you sweetly, tongue tracing over your lower lip, while he nudges you onto your side. “What baby mama wants, baby mama gets,” he teases, slotting himself in behind you so your ass is tucked up against his hardening cock. You hum happily and wiggle a bit, letting the hem of your oversized shirt ride up on your hip. Despite the chill, you more barely able to sleep in shorts because you’re running so hot lately. It’s definitely easier for Mat to indulge in your extra horny desires though.

“Making my job really easy over here,” Mat groans a little, his fingers digging into your hip. “Can feel how wet you are, babe.”

“Good,” your voice hiccups into a whine when Mat’s fingers slip under the edge of your panties, tracing around your clit delicately. “Harder, Mat, please.”

You wiggle your hips again and Mat presses a kiss to the back of your neck, murmuring for you to be patient.

His hips rock into yours and you feel his hands at your ass, moving fabric and caressing your skin until the hot ridge of his cock is pressed against your skin, making you hiccup a gasp. You’re soaked, ready for him and Mat is too gentle when he shifts you into position, lifting your leg so it’s pulled back a little, giving him room to slide his cock into you easily. He groans into your hair as he slides home, buried deep in your cunt.

“Feel so good, baby,” he mumbles, holding your leg up for you and starting to move. His cock glides easily, slicked up from your arousal, and you angle your hips backwards to take more of him.

You whine his name, needy and greedy as he fucks you slowly.

“I got you, I got you,” he chants, kissing your neck and behind your ear. One of your hands reaches back and buries in Mat’s hair, tugging gently, while the other digs at his wrist, holding his fingers in place while he toys with your swollen clit. You rock against his hand as best as you can, belly making smooth movement difficult.

“There we go,” he coos in your ear. “Almost there, can feel you clenching around me.”

Mat’s dirty talk is what finally pushes you over the edge, orgasm hitting like a truck, sparks flashing at the corner of your vision. You’re breathless, moaning his name and burying your face in your pillow as you come around his cock, Mat following you over the edge a few thrusts later. He fills you and you shiver, going limp in his arms.

You’re overly warm now, hot from the inside, and your shirt sticks to your back. Sweat beads at your hairline and you wince when Mat brushes his nose against your temple. “I’m gross now,” you complain, the baby rolling in your womb from the increase in your heart rate.

“Never,” Mat nips at your earlobe, slipping out of you and using his hand to wipe at the come splattered on your inner thighs before shifting your panties back into place. “You’re gorgeous, my fucking perfect wife-to-be.”

“Flatterer,” you accuse, curling up in his embrace with a tiny yawn. “Next time I want it harder,” you say, biting gently at his forearm where it’s banded over your chest.

You can feel his smirk when he replies, “if that’s what wifey wants.” He says it, but you know he won’t go as hard as you’d like because he doesn’t want to hurt the baby. Which is sweet, but you’re definitely trying to change his mind on that.

Mat lets you cuddle with him for a little bit longer, until you really start to feel gross and need a shower before you start getting ready for the day.

While you use the big shower in your en-suite, Mat showers in the guest bathroom and changes the sheets so you emerge from the Sol de Janiero scented steam to a clean fiancé and a freshly-made bed.

“I’m going to make sure everything’s set up downstairs,” Mat says, watching you slather your body in lotion. He reaches out to tap the bump, pressing his palm flat against the curve. You grin, willing the baby to kick so he can feel it. Nothing.

“Okay,” you nod, pulling on a pair of his sweats. Comfort is key right now. “It should all be ready to go.”

You’re having a little ceremony in the house before going out for the reception/dinner. It’s low key and easy, two things that you’re very happy for right now. The bigger party will be this summer, baby in tow. But it had been important to you that you and Mat were married before the baby comes. So, living room ceremony, officiated by your dad in the middle of Mat’s February break it is.

You’d picked up the marriage license yesterday, had the flowers delivered last night.

Your parents and Mat’s parents had flown in earlier in the week, Liana following two days ago. Beau and Emma arrived yesterday afternoon, ignoring your invitation to use the guest room in favor of a hotel, explaining that as much as they loved you both, listening to your sex life wasn’t something they wanted to do again, not after the tropical vacation where your rooms had shared a wall.

It’s not like you can blame them, not when you consider what you and Mat had gotten up to less than a hour ago.

“Last chance to make me go get ready at Bo’s,” Mat teases, pushing his hair off his face.

You shoot him a wry look, cupping the lower curve of your belly. “Hmm, I think we’ve blown that superstition out the window,” you reply. “Besides, you don’t have any plans to pull a runner, right?”

“Not a chance,” Mat says firmly, as if you could ever think otherwise. “You got me for life, Squeaksy.”

“Good,” you tilt your head up for a kiss, smiling against his mouth.

——

Mat disappears for a bit, but you can hear him rattling around downstairs and you assume he’s moving chairs and flower arrangements, so you’re not concerned.

While he does whatever he’s doing, you prop your phone up against the mirror on your vanity, thumbing open Tik Tok with the intention of creating a video diary of the day. Maybe you’ll edit it for Instagram, but right now it’s just for you.

“Well, it’s February fifteenth,” you smile into the camera, “and Mat and I are getting married.”

You shake your head, feeling a little silly for talking to the screen, and continue, “Dad’s officiating and we’re getting married in the living room. A fancy shotgun wedding.”

“I’m so excited to be Mat’s wife,” you can’t help the giant smile that spreads across your face, digging out your Dyson to dry your hair. “I’m so excited to be this little bug’s mom,” you pat your stomach and giggle, thinking about how much your life has changed in the last few years.

“Let’s get this party on the road,” you say, stopping the recording so you can fix your hair.

An hour later, you’re sweating slightly and a little out of breath, but your hair is dry and twisted into a casual up-do. It looks worse than the inspo pic, but better than you thought you’d be able to manage. So you’re treating it as a win.

Mat reappears and you catch sight of him in the mirror. “Hey!” You smile at him. “Did you fall into Narnia or something? What happened?”

“Had to make sure everything was set up,” he shrugs. And then his hands appear from behind his back, a pastry box in one and a smaller wrapped box in the other. “Plus I had a quick errand to run.”

Tears prick at your waterline, heart melting at Mat’s sweet surprise. “You got breakfast?” You ask, voice wavering. “How didn’t I hear you leave?”

“I’m a super spy,” Mat sets both boxes in front of you and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “Got you a ham and cheese croissant so eat at least a few bites of that for protein before you go right for the sugar.”

“Yes, dad,” you tease, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. Mat’s eyes twinkle and you roll yours at him before pinching off a corner of the ham and cheese, nibbling at it slowly. Morning sickness is in the rear view, but you don’t want to tempt it today. Your eyes keep flicking over to the smaller wrapped box, about the size of one of those perfume sets with lotion and a rollerball along with the full sized bottle and wrapped in, of all things, birthday paper.

Around a mouthful of chocolate croissant, Mat says, “in my defense, I thought it was going to come wrapped and I couldn’t find wedding paper last minute.”

A laugh bubbles in your chest and you pick up the box. It’s lighter than you expected. “Yours is in my night table drawer,” you say, rubbing your stomach for exaggerated effect. “Can you go get it for your pregnant fiancée?”

Instead of getting up, Mat rolls backwards on the bed and reaches for the drawer, withdrawing the small wrapped box. Navy blue paper, because you have nothing but time on your hands.

“You go first,” you encourage him, tipping your chin at the box, wiggling excitedly in your seat. You’re not sure who originally brought up the idea of wedding day gifts, but once you’d decided to do it after Valentine’s Day, it was easy to fold the gifts into one and you’re excited for Mat to see his gift. “From me and Baby B.”

Mat’s jaw drops when he opens the Rolex, its royal blue and gold face twinkling under the overhead lights. “Shit, babe, this is so cool,” he turns it in his hand, thumb brushing over the face. He gives you a beaming smile and leans in to kiss you deeply.

“It’s vintage, 1997,” you say. “And I stole one of your other watches to get the band on this one adjusted, so you can wear it today.”

Mat’s already got the watch on his wrist before you even finish your sentence, turning it so he can see what it looks like from all angles. “Shit, I love it. You shouldn’t have spent so much,” he says, eyebrows drawing together.

“It’s from me and the baby,” you shrug, laughing a little. Your fingers play at the messy edges of the wrapping paper on your gift. “Besides, you deserve it. We love you.”

He shakes his head and tells you to open your gift, wrapping paper falling away to reveal two black velvet jewelry boxes nestled inside an old Amazon box. Mat’s wrapping abilities, or lack thereof, never fail to make you smile. It’s your turn for your jaw to drop when you pop open the boxes to find a huge emerald cut amethyst cocktail ring and a matching necklace, the amethyst set horizontally on the chain.

“Oh, Mat,” you gasp, blinking rapidly to clear your vision. Tears are your new best friend, crying at the drop of a hat lately, but especially when Mat’s being sweet. “These are…”

He ruffles a hand through his hair, looking a little sheepish. “I, uh, talked to the girls. Amethyst is the February birthstone and obviously a wedding isn’t a birth, but I thought it would be a cool thing,” he explains. “And I’ve never seen you say no to a ring.”

You both look down at your hands, dainty gold stackable bands on most of your fingers, and you huff a little laugh. “Yeah, I need to take a few of these off for today,” you say, already pulling a few off so you can slide the cocktail ring onto your right ring finger. It’s a perfect fit.

Mat stands up and takes the necklace, clasping it around your neck and brushing his lips over your temple. The amethyst settles nicely into the notch between your collarbones, the setting cool against your skin. “Glad you like them,” he whispers.

“You’re such a sap,” you wipe at the tears again. “I love you, like a stupid amount, Mat Barzal.”

——-

Mat watches you finish getting ready, flopped on his back on your bed and commenting on your makeup choices until you threaten to spray him with the glittery hairspray left over from Halloween.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, hands up in surrender as he backs off into the walk-in. “No glitter bombs.”

“That’s what I thought,” you stick your tongue out at him, laughing. Mat shoots an innocent, boyish grin at you and disappears to his side of the closet to get dressed. He shuffles around and you hear him bang into the wall, mutter a curse, and open a drawer. “You okay in there?”

“Fine,” he calls back. “Wall’s in a different spot than I remember.”

You laugh faintly at his terrible joke and smooth your palm over your stomach, murmuring to the bump, “your daddy is terrible at telling jokes.”

“I heard that,” Mat shouts out, laughing too. You don’t bother replying, instead propping your phone up and changing quickly into your dress. It’s a white cashmere sweater dress, comfortable and warm for the cold February day. The soft material stretches over your bump, highlighting the rounding swell and making you smile when you turn to the side and cup your hand under the bump.

A giddy bubble of excitement fills your chest, the baby rolling around and nudging up against your stomach. You’re so excited to make your little family with Mat official.

“You decent out there?” Mat calls.

“When has that ever stopped you?” You shout back, only slightly sad that you’re not having a traditional wedding experience. There’s no reason for Mat to not see you in your dress before the ceremony, not since it’s a simple, little thing.

Your fiancé steps back into the room, looking handsome as sin in his dark navy suit, hair brushed off his forehead. No tie, because why be so formal when you’re just getting married in the house? Selfishly, you love the peek of his chest and collarbones through the unbuttoned collar, the glimpse of his chain around his neck. He’s adjusting his cuffs and when he looks up at you, his jaw drops a little and his eyes twinkle.

“Hey,” Mat grins.

“Hey, yourself,” you reply, feeling giddy.

“You look,” Mat pauses, coming closer and letting his hands rest on the swell of your stomach, thumbs brushing over your belly button, “gorgeous.”

A warm flush heats your face and your smile softens. “Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself,” you tease lightly.

Mat’s hands roam over your stomach, heating your skin through the cashmere, and sending the baby on a wild movement. He hasn’t been able to feel the kicks yet, but you’re hoping it’ll be any day now.

“Never gets old,” he says, dropping a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before finishing, “seeing you full with my baby.”

“You’re a caveman,” you shake your head, shrieking a giggle when Mat pulls you against at his chest, your stomach bumping against his, and kisses you hungrily. One hand rests in the curve of your lower back, but the other is splayed protectively over the bump.

“Just wait,” he mutters against your mouth, voice a rough growl, “gonna put another baby in you as soon as I can.”

You brush the tip of your nose against Mat’s, pretending you’re unaffected by his words, even as your stomach flips with excitement. “Mhm,” you hum, lips brushing against his cheek, while your hands wander under his jacket and around to his back, “a little hockey team of mini-Mats? Don’t have to work too hard to convince me.”

“Next year we can get started on the twenty-three man roster,” Mat jokes, hugging you to his chest. You snuggle up to him, making sure not to smudge your makeup on his shirt, and relax into his embrace.

“Lets hold off on baby-making until this one’s here,” you grin against his chest and hold your left hand up in front of his face where your engagement ring twinkles in the bedroom lighting, “and until you’ve made an honest woman of me.”

Mat snorts a laugh and you nudge his stomach before stepping back and rolling your eyes at him. He smirks, “babe, that ship is so far sailed it’s in Australia.”

“Mean,” you pout, tugging at the lapel of his jacket. “You can make it up to me by joining me for a little video. Wedding day fit check?”

“Whatever you want,” he replies, brushing a kiss to your temple. You beam and shift so you can set up the recording on your phone, Mat settled in at your back, chin resting on your shoulder and palms splayed over your stomach.

You wave at the camera, smiling, and start narrating, “hi everyone! I’m posting on a delay, but today this guy,” you jab your thumb over your shoulder at Mat and he gives a little wave too, “and I are getting married.”

After a brief pause, you continue, “little bit of a shotgun situation and I’ll give some more details later, not all of them, but some. For now, how about a quick fit check?”

Mat’s hands shift to your disappearing waist, holding you steady so you can lift your foot and show off the navy velvet heels you’re wearing. “Sam Edelman,” you explain. “A perfect match to Mat’s suit.”

“The unconventional wedding dress,” you cover Mat’s hands with yours and smooth them over the bump, “is Tom Ford.”

The dress isn’t technically maternity, just sized up a bit, and it fits over the bump and your pregnancy boobs like a glove. The hem flutters around your shins, long sleeves and mock turtleneck making it a little more modest. But Mat presses his lips to your exposed shoulder blade and you’re reminded of the triangle shaped cut out on the back.

“Mat’s also in Tom Ford,” you step slightly to the side, so his suit is fully visible. He gives the camera a smirk and tugs you back into place so you can finish and get downstairs.

You show off your new jewelry, described as gift from Mat without mentioning that he got it from Anthony, his private jeweler in the city. A quick mention of the Tom Ford Rose d’Amalfi perfume you’d bought especially for the wedding and don’t plan on using unless it’s a special occasion.

“And finally,” you giggle, turning to the side and outlining the bump, “baby bump courtesy of Mat Barzal, baby daddy and soon-to-be husband.”

Mat cradles the bump and tugs you back against his chest, looking right at the camera to say, “off to make an honest woman out of Squeaks, see you guys!”

“Joke thief,” you accuse, wincing as the baby gives a particularly forceful kick to your side. Behind you, Mat gasps a little into your hair, his palm flattening and pressing harder against the spot where the baby just kicked. “Wait—“ you murmur, eyes wide. “Did you -?”

“I just felt a kick!” Mat yelps, excitement radiating off of him. He turns you in his arms, a huge grin splitting his face. His hands never leave your stomach, pressing against the spot. Baby kicks again and Mat’s smile seems to grow impossibly wider. “Holy shit, she did it again!”

His eyes are a little glassy, his smile crinkling at the corners of his eyes.

“She?” You hiccup, emotion clogging at your throat. You’ve been waiting so long for Mat to feel the baby kick and it just seems like the little bug was waiting for the perfect moment. You press your thumb against the inner corner of your eye, trying to stem the tears that are gathering.

Mat shrugs. “Just a feeling,” he says. “Could be a boy with that strong kick. Shit, I don’t care one way or the other, I just want to feel the kick again.”

You hold your breath, waiting. Mat taps the side of your stomach, but the baby seems to be done for now, settled into a comfortable position.

“Later,” you promise him, watching his smile fade slightly. “Give me a full fat Coke at dinner and bug will be rolling around like a lunatic.”

“I’m holding you to that,” he laughs, giving your stomach one last tap before kissing your forehead and letting you slip away to grab your phone. You tap the screen to stop the recording, thrilled that you got Mat’s reaction to feeling his first kick on video. That one will be just for you.

—-

Mat leaves you sequestered upstairs so you’ll be surprised by the way the living room has been transformed, his words, and you’re briefly bored until you hear the front door open.

Suddenly, there’s plenty of noise and commotion. downstairs. You can pick out Liana’s voice and your mom’s. Then the chatter of children signalling that your friends are here too, all on time for the relaxed ceremony.

Soon enough, you’re joined upstairs by Liana, Sydney, and Holly, all three of them showering you in compliments before passing over your bouquet of pale roses and eucalyptus.

“Mat said he felt a kick?” Liana exclaims, pulling you into a hug. “I want to feel!”

You laugh and guide her hand to the spot where you’d been elbowed a few minutes ago. “Maybe here? Bug is chilled out in there.”

After a few seconds, when it becomes clear Liana won’t feel anything, she frowns and pulls her hand away. “Kid’s already being difficult, like their dad,” she shakes her head.

Bo appears in the doorway, grinning at you, with Tulsa held in his arms. “I think everything’s ready down there,” he says. “I was sent to retrieve the bride. Also,” he adds, “you look beautiful.”

“Consider the bride retrieved,” you joke, following everyone out of your bedroom and out onto the second floor landing. “And thank you.”

They all traipse back downstairs and you’re left alone for a few minutes, completely calm and more than excited to get downstairs to Mat.

You stroke the curve of your stomach and whisper, “let’s go down to Daddy, huh, Bug?”

The baby rolls around in agreement and then the music starts and in a blink you find yourself downstairs, barely registering the transformation of your living room and all your excited guests. Your only focus is Mat, standing by your fireplace, a soft, goofy grin on his face.

He mouths “hi” at you as you come to stand in front of him, immediately grabbing your hand and leaning in to try and kiss you. Everyone laughs, including your dad, who, as a retired Nassau County judge, is officiating the ceremony.

“Save that for later,” he jokes, getting laughter from the crowd again.

Mat grins and says, “sorry, can’t help it,” before letting your dad take over again.

The ceremony is a blur, you cry your way through your vows and through Mat’s, wiping delicately at the tears gathering. You’re grateful that everyone is taking pictures and video, because you’re barely able to process Mat’s vows as he says them.

Mat’s hand is steady as he slides the pavè diamond band on your ring finger, but yours shakes while you push the gold band over his.

Your dad announces you as husband and wife and Mat doesn’t wait for his cue, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you close so he can cradle your cheek in his other hand and kiss you deeply, dipping you back slightly and chuckling into your mouth. You gasp a little as your back arches, giggling against his lips while you return the kiss.

He pulls back a little and kisses you again, your friends and family whooping and cheering for you.

“Ma belle femme,” Mat whispers against your mouth when he pulls back again, the French endearment hitting right in the chest and making your stomach flutter with joy. “Je t’aime.”

“I love you, husband,” you reply, equally quiet, barely audible over your dad announcing you as Mr and Mrs Mathew Barzal. It barely feels real, but the baby kicks and your hand is at the side of your stomach, a huge grin hurting your cheeks.

Mat kisses you again and you wave your bouquet a little, immediately bombarded by your mom and Nadia and Liana, three sets of arms wrapping you up in hugs. It’s not a typical wedding, so everything is a little chaotic, with all of your guests happy to smother you and Mat in love. His hand never seems to leave your body though - fingers laced through yours when he accepts a hug from Syd, pressed up against your side when Bo gives him a handshake and back-slapping hug.

Your face hurts from smiling, the pure excitement at finally being Mrs. Mathew Barzal making you a little dizzy.

Holly presses a bottle of water into your hand and grins, “drink, girl. You look a little pale.”

After sucking back half of the bottle, you shrug sheepishly. “It’s been a minute since I had anything to drink,” you admit, “between the baby and the excitement I didn’t want to have to run off to the bathroom, mid-vows.”

Mat’s hand is on your lower back, fingers absently stroking as he chats with Marty, Casey, and Beau. You look over your shoulder at him and feel your grin go stupid. He must feel your gaze, because without looking away from his conversation, he taps at your lower back and says, “we’re heading out to Primehouse in a few, Squeaks, but do you need to eat something before then?”

“No, I’m okay,” you assure him and wrinkle your nose at Holly when she starts teasing you about how cute you and Mat are.

——-

The party moves to Primehouse for dinner, Mat’s Defender leading the parade of cars to the steakhouse. You giggle when you see it, paint-markered words across the back window proclaiming you and Mat ‘Just Married’ with little doodles on the back passenger windows that look like they were courtesy of the kids. Someone even tied a string of cans to the back bumper and your dad shakes his head, cutting them off before you can drive away.

“That’s a traffic hazard and I’d like you three to get to the restaurant in one piece,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t worry,” Mat assures him. “I never would’ve driven with that on.”

“Liar,” you whisper to your husband - husband! - knowing he had mentioned adding cans to the back of the limo for your summer wedding, claiming they looked cool.

Mat nudges you into the car, giving your dad a winning smile until he pulls the door shut behind him and leans over the center console to grip your chin in one hand and lean his face down to yours for a kiss. You hum into his mouth and then one of the cars behind you honks, startling you away from Mat, laughing loudly.

“Get a room!” Noah and Beau shout simultaneously, laughing while Marty hits his palm on the back window. Mat flips them all off and gets the car started, leaving his hand on your stomach after he’s shifted into gear. The baby kicks at Mat’s palm and he grins widely.

“Shit, I love that,” he laughs, tickling your stomach gently with the tips of his fingers while he drives. You squirm and press your hand on top of his, flattening his fingers in place.

“Stop that,” you grumble, “I’m going to pee my pants if I laugh.”

Mat grins at you and shakes his head, flipping his hand over and lacing his fingers with yours. “Got it, first stop at Primehouse is definitely the bathroom,” he wiggles his eyebrows as he talks and you shake your head at him.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Mister Barzal,” you retort primly, sticking your nose up in the air with a faint giggle. “I’m a married woman now, I’m keeping it classy.”

“You’re my married woman, Mrs. Barzal,” he shoots back, eyes twinkling delightedly. “I like you a little dirty.”

You wink at him, smile splitting your face. “I’ve heard married sex can get stale, let’s make sure that never happens to us, okay?” You squeeze his fingers lightly and he squeezes back.

“Babe,” Mat replies seriously, turning to look at you as he pulls to a stop at a red light, “that is never going to happen. I can promise you that.”

Mat’s serious expression makes your heart skip a beat and your throat clog a little with emotion. Damn pregnancy hormones. You only manage a little nod in response and Mat holds your hand for the rest of the short drive.

He opens the door for you after he parks and helps you down from the seat, closing the door quickly and pressing your back against it, so he can crowd you against the side of the car and cup your cheek to angle your mouth up to his for a kiss. You grin against his mouth, your belly pressed up against his making the baby kick wildly.

You lean happily into the kiss, melting under Mat’s touch. His free hand is warm on your waist, thumb stroking gently at your ribs. His leg tries to wiggle its way between yours, but is stopped by the knitted fabric of your dress and he grunts a little into your mouth, frustrated. You giggle.

“Love you,” he mumbles against your lips when the kiss breaks apart.

“Love you more,” you reply, breathless from the kiss and pregnancy. Your lips feel swollen and you swipe at Mat’s mouth the pad of your thumb to get rid of a smudge of lipstick. Ever the menace, your husband darts his tongue out to lick at your thumb before capturing it with his teeth and sucking at it gently. You press your fingers against his cheek and shake your head against the flood of warmth between your legs, clit twitching. “Stop that, we’re respectable married people now, and we’re in public.”

He lets go of your thumb with a little pop and wipes off his spit for you. “The only respectable thing about us is that we’re married,” he laughs, placing his hand on your lower back and guiding you into Primehouse. To the hostess, who smiles widely at you, clearly recognizing Mat, he says, “is everything all set up?”

You look back at Mat slightly, wondering what exactly he has planned. You’d just booked the private room for dinner with everyone. He just winks at you.

“Yes, sir,” she confirms, nodding. “Everything is ready for your party and you and Mrs. Barzal can head right down to the Reserve Room.”

She gestures down a hallway and you let Mat nudge you along with a press of his knuckles against your lower back. The hostess calls out a ‘congratulations’ as you head off and you turn your head back to smile a thanks at her.

Mat holds open the door to the Reserve Room and you step inside, gasping when you see how he’s had it transformed. The room is covered in the same flower arrangements that decorated your house and there’s a flower wall installed against the back wall, a neon sign spelling out your new last name. Tears flood your eyes and you turn to face Mat, completely speechless.

He smiles softly at you and wraps his hands around your wrists to bring one of your hands to his mouth so he can kiss your palm. Your heart kicks into overdrive and you feel the tears slip down your cheeks. “Like it?” He asks, pulling you to his chest.

You nod against him, tucking your nose against the notch of his collarbone. “You’re the best,” you whisper against his skin. “Seriously, I wasn’t expecting it to be decorated here too.”

“I know,” he strokes his hands up and down your back. You can feel his chest vibrate under yours when he laughs. “I wanted to surprise you with a reception that looks a little more like a reception.”

You didn’t quite realize just how much you wanted a reception until you saw the decorated room and now you can’t stop crying, overwhelmed by Mat’s thoughtfulness and how well he knows you. He keeps rubbing your back, holding you in place, while you cry. You’ll be doing a bigger party over the summer, but something about having the private room decorated means more than all the other planning that’s happening. Especially since it was all Mat’s idea to surprise you.

“Everyone’s going to be here in a bit,” Mat whispers in your ear. “I told them to give us some time, but I think you might want to clean up. Not that I don’t love the raccoon look…” He trails off with a laugh and you give him a watery one in return, swiping underneath your eyes.

“You are the sweetest man alive,” you murmur, leaning up on your toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I can’t wait to see you be a dad.”

He waves you off to the bathroom with a wide smile that betrays his nonchalance at your comment and a love tap to the ass.

By the time you come back, all tidied up and ready to party, the rest of your family and friends have arrived and appetizers are making the rounds. You snag a spring roll and accept a hug from Liana.

“Big sis!” She teases, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Finally official. How does it feel to know you’re never getting rid of my brother?”

“Oh, he was already baby trapped,” you deadpan, breaking into a smile when you spot Mat across the room, thumb wrestling Jack for the last pig in a blanket on the tray. Jack wins and you can hear him chirping Mat, your husband laughing delightedly. Your heart squeezes, just a few more months and you’ll get to see Mat with your baby.

“Ugh, god,” Liana groans good-naturedly, “you have such a gooey look on your face. You guys are so gone for each other, it’s literally disgusting.”

You smirk at her, waggling your eyebrows like Mat, and lay it on thick, “he is literally the best man I know. Handsome, smart, funny, and the biggest d-“

Liana smacks her hand over your mouth before you can finish, your laughter cut off by her palm. She narrows her eyes at you, smothering laughter even as she scowls, “do not finish that sentence.”

Your lips curl up into a grin under her hand and your shoulders shake with muffled laughter until Liana releases you with a dirty look. “I’m sorry,” you gasp out, “I couldn’t resist.”

“I’m taking back everything I’ve ever said about how glad I am that you’re my sister,” Liana bumps your hip with hers. “You’re just as bad as he is.”

“They one hundred percent match crazy for crazy,” Emma teases, coming up behind you to loop her arms around your shoulders in a hug. Beau presses a kiss to your cheek and nods his agreement.

“I’ve never met someone who could out-yap Mat, but here we are,” he grins at you.

You lean back against Emma and chew at the inside of your cheek, a thought occurring to you. “Definitely going to bust out the Harley Quinn and Joker costumes for next Halloween,” you tease and pat your stomach. “Bug can be Batman, or Batgirl. But I’m kind of hoping for a little Batman.”

A mini-Mat would be fun, you think. But you waffle back and forth on whether you want a girl or a boy, mostly you’re just praying they’re healthy.

“No one needs another Mat,” Liana shakes her head before getting pulled into a different conversation.

You spend time wandering around and chatting, your mom or Nadia or Mat popping up at your side to make sure you eat and drink enough. You end up with Alice Martin on your lap at one point, eating your steak over her head while she goes to town on a lamb chop. There’s a smudge of sauce on your skirt and your shoes have long been tossed in a corner. You can’t stop smiling.

Mat loses his jacket, his sleeves get rolled up, and he makes a quick toast with Winnie Martin hanging off one arm and Tulsa Horvat dancing around his legs. Jack flicks a few peas off his plate at Reese and she shrieks, ready to start a food fight before Kristy snatches her hand up and pulls her onto her lap, keeping her contained.

It’s loud and it’s chaotic and it’s perfect.

Dessert is served and Mat pulls you onto his lap, one arm wrapped around your waist, palm resting on the side of your stomach. He strokes it lazily, absently, while he talks with your dad and his about the season. You poke at your brownie, uninterested, and look over at Mat’s cheesecake. He’s got his fork in his other hand, gesturing wildly, and you take the risk of taking a bite off his plate with your fork. He doesn’t notice, but Nadia does and she laughs faintly, shooting you a little wink.

Mat finally notices your dessert theft when half the slice is gone and he looks up at you, betrayal written on his face. “Squeaks! You ate my cheesecake?” He knocks your fork out of the way with his.

“What happened to what’s mine is yours?” You defend yourself, pushing your plate towards him in exchange.

“That doesn’t apply to dessert,” Mat retorts, incapable of keeping the serious expression on his face. He leans in and kisses you, in front of all your parents, which still makes your blush even though you’re five months pregnant and you’ve been dating for years. “Taste sweet,” he mumbles against your lips. He tastes a little bit like whisky, even though his last drink had been hours ago.

You shift on his lap, leaning harder against his chest, and let your fingers card through his hair. Mat leans into your touch and returns to his conversation as if the dessert theft hadn’t happened.

The party is slowly winding down now, everyone with kids having left, and you wonder briefly how long Mat reserved the room for.

“Hey,” Mat whispers in your ear, both hands on your stomach now. The baby’s rolling around, hopped up on your excitement and dessert. His thumb rubs against a spot where a tiny foot jabs you. The gold band on his left ring finger glints under the lights and you smile, tracing the tip of your index finger over the metal.

“Hey,” you whisper back.

“Wanna dance with me?” He asks. Mat’s fingers tap lightly at your stomach and the baby reacts, rolling and jabbing. “We never had a first dance.”

“No, we didn’t,” you reply, letting Mat set you on your feet and take your hand. “I don’t even know what song this is.”

The room isn’t really set up for dancing, not that had stopped the kids from finding a corner earlier and rocking out on their own. You’d joined in on the fun briefly too, shimmying until something in your hip had popped slightly painfully.

Mat tucks you up against his chest, holding your hand over his heart. “Me either. But I still think we’re supposed to dance at our wedding. For luck or something,” he jokes, swaying back and forth.

His cheek rests on top of your head and you lean into his warmth, feeling the baby nudge at your stomach. All three of you, together. Not quite the wedding you had pictured back when Mat proposed in June, but it might just be better.

Mat’s free hand roams over your back and you inhale the spicy scent of his cologne, happier than you’ve ever been.

“Or something,” you agree.

[lordprettyflackotara]

Hey Tara, could you do some Toby fluff? Like, specifically a fempov after a nasty breakup...??? Sorry for the weird request ik you usually do smut but I love your style and need some sort of comfort after my boyfriend left me, even if it is just a fictional character... Love you ❤️

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crown || ticci toby

‘wait, you can’t please everybody’

sum: after a messy breakup you’re undeniably heartbroken and toby wants to make you feel better

tw: unintentionally a little angsty but mostly fluff

a/n: my dearest anon, i am so sorry i just now saw your request. i hope this is not too late and hopefully helps you navigate through your journey and makes you feel a little better. i went through a messy breakup around christmas as well and feel like this resonates with me as well. i’m not the best at writing fluff but i tried, i hope you enjoy and are doing well <3

“I-I found you!”

You could hear that Toby was excited, even as your back was turned to him. You had been curled up in a ball for the past hour, hiding in the attic of the mansion. Dust covered boxes were scattered around the room, your small form perched beside the oval window. You didn’t say anything, unable to match Toby’s typical perky energy. Your knees were tucked to your chest, your gaze settled on the grass outside.

Toby frowned slightly at your lack of a response, the young proxy walking around one of the boxes. “Hey, y-you good?” He asked unsurely. Toby wasn’t good at handling negative emotions, or so he thought. The moonlight gave him a good look at your face, which made his eyes go wide. Bags hung under your eyes, your lips chapped so much they were becoming cracked. Your eyes were undeniably puffy, which he suspected to be from hours of crying. He approached you quickly, squatting down in front of you. He shoved his orange goggles onto his head, licking his own dry lips.

“T-Talk to m-me, what’s wrong?”

The concern lacing Toby’s words was almost enough to send you over the edge again. You inhaled, trying to refrain from more salty tears from escaping your waterline.

“We didn’t workout.”

Your words hung heavy in the air, your ex boyfriend’s name on the tip of your tongue. It felt odd to think about, nevertheless say out loud. Toby’s brain instantly clicked, his bandaged hand reaching out to touch yours. “That’s a g-good thing though r-right? Wasn’t he an asshole towards t-the end anyways?” He asked unsurely. Your eyes were sharp as you met his puppy dog gaze, your flicker of anger immediately diminishing. Instead you took a deep breath, realizing how irrational your scattered emotions were.

In through your nose, out through your mouth.

“It’s not that simple. You don’t know, how horrid the actual breakup was. It was like, the shell of the person I used to know. The man I used to know vanished right before my eyes and got replaced with whatever the fuck he is now,” You rambled. You could feel yourself getting worked up, Toby’s eyes softening as he looked up at you. “I spent so much time, so much time with him and now it’s wasted. Gone. Like it meant nothing at all to him, but it meant everything to me,” You continued. Tears flooded your waterline with ease, painful flashes of memories appearing in your mind. You bit your bottom lip, attempting to stop the tears from flowing. “And I don’t know how i’m supposed to do this. How i’m supposed to waltz around like I know what i’m doing. He was my rock and now he’s gone. It’s like he was never here and I feel like i’m going insane,” You whimpered lowly, unable to stop the tears from free falling.

Toby was never good with dealing with heavy human emotions. Most of the time the responsibility of handling them was handled by someone else in the mansion. But you were the apple of his eye, one his favorite people to walk the planet. So instead he tuned into his instincts, hoping that what he was about to do was even semi socially appropriate. He rose to his feet, sitting across from you on the bench built into the large window. Stretching his long arms outwards he wrapped them around you, pulling you against him abruptly. You tensed for a moment, feeling Toby hold you so close. It wasn’t until your brain registered his warmth and earthy scent that you finally allowed yourself to crumble.

You felt like your lungs were going to collapse, your breath shallow as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Your chest felt tight, your sobs muffled as you cried into his signature jacket. Your soft sounds only made him hold you tighter, the brunette careful to not squeeze you too hard. Toby swallowed, bringing his slender fingers to your hair. Unsurely, he began to stroke it, hoping it would bring you some sort of ease. He continued these actions until you had no tears left to cry, your wheezing now simmering down to deep breaths. “I’m s-sorry I don’t h-have the inhaler,” Toby apologized, regretting leaving it with Tim. (It was in fact Tim’s inhaler).

His sudden outburst made you chuckle, even as a few more stray tears slid down your cheeks. You pulled back a few inches, just enough for Toby to see your face. He didn’t like seeing you like this, so hurt. Without thinking he raised his hand, fingertips grazing your cheek as he tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. “F-Fuck him, you’re the important one, y-you’re the one,” Toby said as confidently as he could muster. You knew his words meant well, even if they didn’t come out the way he meant for them to. He used the pad of his thumb to swipe away the few remaining tears, cupping your cheeks. Your eyes fluttered closed, your face relaxing in the palms of his hands.

Social constructs were a mystery to Toby, truthfully. But he knew in this moment to do what he thought was best. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He ignored any emotion he felt towards the gesture, his attention completely centralized on you. “Y-You know i’m not the b-b-best with words, but I p-promise everything’s gonna be okay,” He mumbled, his chocolate eyes filled with worry as he tried to catch your gaze. Your glassy eyes eventually met his, your bottom lip trembling as you confessed, “He’s the one who left me, Toby.”

You might as well have shot him dead then and there. Toby couldn’t feel pain, due to a list of neurological disorders he couldn’t bother to remember. But he knew for a fact he felt a pang of despair mixed with anger thud in his chest. “P-Piece of shit,” He grumbled, his hands still cupping your cheeks. The animalistic side of Toby wanted to find him, to make him hurt for causing you so much pain. But the soft look in your eyes, the way you were borderline clinging to him, made those thoughts evaporate. You came first. You needed him. You needed Toby more than you needed anyone. Swallowing thickly Toby tilted your head upwards, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re b-better off without him, alright? I never liked him anyways,” Toby started. Maybe this wasn’t the correct way to comfort someone, maybe he should try a different route instead of spewing insults. He dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small joint. “It’s n-not much but, we can s-smoke and talk about it,” He offered. This made a sad smile creep up your lips, your hands moving to open the window. “I think i’d like that Toby,” You agreed. You both readjusted in your seats, turning to face the window. Toby admired the moon as you took the joint between your lips, sparking the lighter. Again, social constructs were foreign to him. But as he threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, he got the sense he made the right decision.

[in-amor-veritas]

Hii! Perhaps 17 and wilmon?

Eeeee Thank youuuu!!!! 💕

You got

Girlfriend: Omar Rudberg 😅

cheating/university (Wille is crown prince) au oops

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When Wilhelm had been invited by his classmate over to study this hadn’t been his intention.

No. He had definitely not been expecting to end up like this, a hand tangled in Simon’s curls, trying to suppress the sounds coming from the back of his throat as the other man kneeled between his legs with Wilhelms cock in his mouth.

But here they are.

And okay, maybe he had made it far too obvious that he found Simon completely distracting and alluring, judging by the teasing lilt in his voice when he agreed and the flash of satisfaction in his eyes when Wilhelm had asked.

And okay, this isn’t exactly the first time this has happened.

Actually it’s happened a few times now over the past month.

They’d met in a shared philosophy class and Simon had been quick to challenge him every time he answered a question or shared an opinion. Wilhelm was convinced Simon took immense pleasure in putting him on the spot considering his title and the whole royal of it all which Simon had been quick to disparage from day one.

And fuck Wilhelm thought it was hot. He had never been challenged by anyone before Simon, at least not so publicly with so many eyes on him.

Simon was something delicious and forbidden, hanging just out of reach like original sin.

But maybe not so out of reach.

It hadn’t taken long at all for them to give into the strange, electrifying tension between them. It shouldn’t make sense, it shouldn’t turn him on this much but when Simon had cornered him, pinned him against the wall and looked him over with a sirens smile and bright eyes and said — no one has to know — well Wilhelm had folded instantaneously.

Simon does this thing with his tongue that makes Wilhelms toes curl. He knows exactly how to draw every desperate cry and stifled moan out of Wilhelms lips. The slick heat of his mouth and pressure of his tongue has Wilhelm seeing stars as he feels himself getting closer and closer to oblivion.

It’s just the two of them in this room, well Malin is stationed outside but she doesn’t count. It’s just the oppressive heat and lack of air and Simon’s lips and the filthy noises they make on his cock.

And then he pulls back and Wilhelm falls forward, following the loss of sensation, gasping, “What—“

“Look at me.” Simon demands and he does, he has to.

Simon is a debauched vision there on the floor, on his knees looking up at him. His lips are pink and swollen and glistening wet and his hair is a mess from where Wilhelms fingers have been twisted into the dark curls.

“Simon—“ he groans, letting his hand take him by the jaw, tilting his face up to stare in awe at him, his fine features, thick curls, dark eyes hooded in pleasure, “You’re so…”

A flash of satisfaction blooms in those eyes as he speaks, Simon leans into his hand which is now cupping his face. “What? Tell me.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Wilhelm murmurs, biting his lip as everything in him feels too tight, too sensitive, too hungry.

Simon smirks and rises from the floor, Wilhelm can’t draw his eyes from the planes of skin, seemingly endless and burnished gold in the lamplight. He crawls into his lap and Wilhelm holds him there.

“Am I taking good care of you?” Simon teases and he nods burying his nose into the other mans neck, dragging in a long deep inhale.

“Yes.” He chokes,

“Better than her?”

And for a moment Wilhelm feels guilt, white hot and lancing as he thinks about Karolina, his girlfriend who is out with friends tonight, who has no idea what he’s doing.

No their relationship isn’t perfect, yes they fight a lot, yes he might be forcing himself to be with her because she’s everything his mother and the court wants him to be with. But fuck—he’s been lying to her all this time.

The thought is gone as quickly as it comes however when Simon rocks their hips together, their cocks grinding together. It’s pulled from his mind and vaporizes into nothingness as his synapses fire and his vision is only Simon Simon Simon.

“Tell me the truth and I’ll let you fuck me again. Just like this.” Simon whispers into his ears, sending shivers rippling through him.

“Better.” His voice is strangled.

Nothing is better than this.

[kissingmensbiceps]

Thinking about virgin!loser!Satoru Gojo who is a complete and utter poindexter, who just prays to the heavens above that an angel will fall from the sky (aka you) and into his bed to fuck him raw. His mama always told him to pray before bed. “Don’t forget your prayers sweetie,” she’d say. So that’s what he did, locking his bedroom door to conceal his acts from the rest of the world, hoping that God couldn’t peer through the cracks. He’d get on his knees, looking at the stars in the nighttime sky and pray for you. His goddess, the one and only woman that would give him life. You just looked so gorgeous, so sexy, so fuckable—but that reminds me! Silly Satoru is only a pure little virgin, a nineteen year old virgin.

His only dream is to get fucked by a pretty lady, just like how Suguru or Kento had described their countless hook ups. Satoru didn’t want to lie anymore. 8 bodies. That was the lie he told. Why would he admit that he was waiting, waiting for his girl, the one that was meant to take his pureness, his good religious faith? He wanted to give it all up to you.

Satoru swears that it’s wrong but he can’t find a bone in his sweaty body to care, pumping his fist to the mere thought of you. God, you looked so damn pretty. He’s a poor, horny boy who can’t wait to get his filthy little paws on his meal, a meal that’s been on his mind; the tip of his tongue, and teasing him by just gently grazing his tastebuds. His brain consists of only one thing: you riding his rock hard cock over and over, squeezing whatever liquids he had left in him, he wanted you to leave him dry. He wanted you to grab his chin, jerk his head so roughly that a trip to urgent care may be needed in the morning. Satoru wants you to be mean.

Don’t go easy on him, of course he’s sure he can take the heat. “But it’s your first time, I don’t want to be mean!” Like your words could even make him reconsider. He doesn’t give up, begging you like a pathetic dog, a whimpering needy mess on his sheets, covered in sweat, yet you haven’t even touched his poor throbbing cock yet. It makes it seem all the wrong. Fucking him ruthlessly in his childhood bedroom. “What time did your mom say she’d be home?” Satoru doesn’t answer, he wants your hands, your soft delicate hands to trace and caress his body, nails dug into the creamy skin of his back. He wants to hear you scream, scream his name, please.

Satoru has yearned for this night, the night where it would all be lost, forgotten, be apart of his past. He would have you. Do anything you want to him, he wants you to have no mercy, rip him apart, rip his soul apart. Peel his skin open, crawl your way into his heart and lay there to rest. Manhandle him, hunt him down. Take away his purity, cum on his cock however many times you want, baby. He is yours for the taking. Tear him apart and nip at his body, wear him down to the bone until you are completely satisfied. That would be his ecstasy, help him reach his utopia, make him feel euphoric.