#not sure about this colouring but it is what it is i guess 🫠

[minzbins]

JUN CARAT LAND 2023 / DAY 1, 230310

[physics-of-one-piece]

Since I did what Doflamingo does/says in I'll build castles for you, my love (look at me, not my brother) (Rosinante x Reader x Doflamingo WIP) I bring the aforementioned brother from the title and a snippet (which is before he dies but I wrote it and nearly cried, so I thought it was worth a share) with him:

Some NSFW mentions in the bulletpoints but nothing descriptive:

Gets into a first bath in a month with Law and bathes him, trips on the floor getting out the bath

trips and falls in his own house in a hurry to get the medicine for Law's fever

most softest 10 foot lover in the One Piece World but he absolutely can rock your world

always careful with his big hands

never holds himself to intimidate while home

has fun coloured sweaters and fun shirts

your favourite outfit of his is his blue dress shirt and white pants, he looks so FINE in that 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 also his marine uniform without the coat 🫠

watches you fuss over Law and cries

he kneels down to hug you, and always loves getting his hair ruffled by you

peppers you with kisses when he comes home

removes make-up and makes Law scream thinking he's Doflamingo

"Did you think my actual name was Donquixote Corazon? Cutee~"

when asked by Law who you are, Rosinante blushes, smiles goofily and chuckles, saying "She's... my wife."

insulted by Law saying to you, "You deserve better."

dances with you in the kitchen

finishes his jobs for Doflamingo early so he can spend the rest of the days he is supposed to be away with you, which means this man sails to you as much as he can

spent two weeks with you and got you pregnant in that timeframe

always bring a bouquet and chocolates and souvenirs from islands he visited when he comes home to you

puts you in a Silent bubble so you can scream your anger/frustration away

his Silent is literally your therapy and when you tell him his Devil Fruit is your favourite Devil Fruit, he grins so bright, the sun wishes it could shine like that

you meet him when he crashes into you

How many guys can say their clumsiness got them a wife? Not many. Exactly, Rosinante is built different.

cries every time you make him pancakes for breakfast

actually a solid cook, but he needs to be watched, always have water nearby

You call him Rosi or Rosinante

He blushes when you call him Corazón or Cora-san. Once roleplayed as his "pirate" persona, and he managed for five minutes before breaking character and you laughed for a good ten minutes

you can get as loud as you want in the bedroom within his Silent bubble 😉

you love his red hat

he can bake cookies and they're sent from heaven

has his own marine squad since he's a Commander and his crew is awesome (original characters but I like them, you'll see)

kills a Celestial Dragon that tries to kidnap you and makes it look like an assassination by pirates - Sengoku is on board with it

humble and sweet wedding day, Rosinante cried the whole time

loves cuddles & loves your cooking

cried of joy when getting a lunch box for his journey with Law from you

takes the secret he has a wife to his grave, never mentioned you to Doflamingo, never let Doflamingo find out about you (considering the chapters with Doflamingo that come, very clear why)

died not knowing you were pregnant, as even you didn't know it at the time (I'm so sorry 😭)

And here is the snippet:

Your face flashed in his mind.

Sorry, mi amor. thought Rosinante.

The red lenses that have by now become his brother’s eyes stared down at Rosinante coldly, red stained glass reflecting the falling snowflakes.

Guess I’m not coming back home this time.

Rosinante was going to make sure Law gets away. He could get himself to Eudai by paying a fisherman to get him there. He’d be safe there, and with any luck, he could then decide what he wanted to do with his life. He knew you wouldn’t ask Law to stay with you if Law didn’t want to. You were good at reading the kid like that.

Law was a smart cookie. He’d probably activate his Devil Fruit powers in an hour from now on and heal himself within a minute. Rosinante knew it. He believed in it.

Rosinante isn’t worried about anything, he isn’t afraid. He is grateful. He is so grateful to be here, in this moment, on the side he considers right.

Not on the marines’ side. Not on the pirates’ side.

On Law’s side. He was Law’s Corazón now, not Doflamingo’s.

You said such to him yourself. Law saw Rosinante as his guide, Law trusted him, had faith in him, just like you did. Law had become a part of Rosinante’s family, your small family Rosinante was the patriarch of, the protector of. Rosinante wasn’t fighting for the marines now, or for the pirates. He was fighting for a sick little boy because nobody else would, nobody else wanted to, nobody else thought to, except him and you.

You had guided him and supported him to become the man he is today, catching him by the hand before he could trip and fall the same way his brother did. 

He remembered the first time you tried to teach him how to dance with him, and he ended up stepping on both your feet. 

“I’m so sorry! Please give me another chance.”

You told him, “Just enjoy the dance.” before pulling him into your first dance together, and he did as you asked, letting his legs follow the beat and the song, and it turned out okay. He never stepped on your feet again.

Six months later, he was dancing with you every day in the living room of the house the two of you called home, pulling you into a dance on the field of blue forget-me-nots, your sweet, soft laughter caressing his ears.

Because of you, Rosinante knew he’d never lose his way. Because if he did, you’d set him straight, grip his hand so he doesn’t fall apart. 

You were the flag Rosinante carried in his heart.

He felt so lucky to have you. He was the clumsiest, luckiest man on the planet. He never thought his clumsiness would bring him to you.

Rosinante was happy. Donquixote Rosinante was the happiest man on earth. He didn’t need any treasure, or an army, or a country, or immortality, or the world. None of those things could ever make him happy as living with you and Law did.

And Rosinante realised it then; it was that Doflamingo lacked. He had a family, but he also didn’t. For a moment, Rosinante pitied his brother, even though his brother had done it to himself. To live without experiencing pure happiness, genuine happiness, without hurting anyone to attain it… 

It must hurt, Doffy. thought Rosinante sadly. You must be lonely.

Rosinante looks at his older brother, and for the last time, there is a pang of pain in his heart at the sight of what his older brother has become. 

Rosinante pulled out the pistol, aiming it at his big brother — at Doffy, at Doffy — pulling back the safety pin, knowing very well he wouldn’t press the trigger, and knowing very well his brother would.

Rosinante really wished he’d gotten to dance with you one more time. 

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Word Count Report:

Currently, Rosinante's part (Part 1) is 8.4k words, Doflamingo's Part 2 is 13k words so that one might get separated into 2 parts to keep it a normal word count. Part 3 (also Doflamingo) is the shortest at 4k words but there is a lot left to write and plan for that part.

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[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole (When In Rome) Part 10 - Step Into Your Skin Instagram AU

A/n: hello everyone, I'm back with another insta au, I've changed the format up a little bit and added some colours, think it makes it easier to read but let me know what you think...

If you haven't read this series so far, here are the links, any support would be greatly appreciated, I truly do love you guys so much.

Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername (if you want to be added please just drop me a message 🫶🏼)

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thisislou well then... 😍

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trumanblack don't feel like tagging me love?

↳ thisislou dont want you getting any more attention, you're mine ❤️

↳ trumanblack that I am ❤️

bedforddanes75 I miss you both

↳ thisislou miss you more

rass1975 Rome looks good on him

↳ thisislou that it does 🫠

thisislou:

thisislou I'd stay with you here forever, you with those dark eyes and darker hair, the epitome of beauty, you put Adonis to shame, with the way you paint my brain, with everything that is you, you with those dark eyes and darker hair. The epitome of beauty.

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trumanblack I love this

trumanblack I love you

↳ thisislou I love you more Healy ❤️

bedforddanes75 that's pretty

↳ thisislou thank you bestie 🫶🏼

charli_xcx hot... Wish you'd write these things about me

↳thisislou are you flirting with me Charlotte?!

↳ charli_xcx I will if you keep using my full name

rass1975 this is cute

↳ thisislou we miss you 😔

thisislou:

thisislou breaking news ‼️ I'm never leaving Italy.... Let's just stay here forever @trumanblack

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bedforddanes75 umm no?

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↳ charli_xcx @thisislou still mad that you stole our wedding destination

↳ thisislou omg stop we didn't get married!

rass1975 na please don't, please come back, I happen to like you... And he's alright I guess

75fan love the way Mattys just straight up like sure

thisislou:

thisislou Rome on film @trumanblack

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mattyloustan why would I not be surprised if they just went to Rome to elope?

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↳ mattyloustan HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!

↳ the1975updates she posted a picture on her story of them and you could see it 🥹 I posted a screenshot of it on my page

the1975updates:

the1975updates THIS!!!

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↳ thisislou @the1975updates you're the sweetest... I can promise you all we didn't get married though

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loufanpage he's so whipped it's adorable

ilovemattyxlou I can't deal 😭

fan1 on his ringer finger too?! that man wants to make a wife out of her

fan3 "All of those dreams where you're my wife"

↳ the1975updates now that's just unfair

fan4 I swear they've gotten married... I just know it. And in Italy too? Fucking cute

↳ fan3 check Lou's comment bb

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trumanblack I love you with all my heart

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bedforddanes75 my best friends

rass1975 okay but... I just got a bit emotional looking at this.... I'm so fucking happy for you

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thisislou see sometimes I look like the type of girl you'd take home to your mum... 📸 @trumanblack

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bedforddanes75 pretty best friend

rosetintedglasses and other times you look like an absolute fucking rockstar who writes songs about fucking your boyfriend

↳ thisislou damn fucking straight

↳ loufanpage I fucking love this 🤣

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[olasketches]

I love your art. Especially the way you draw it. I am not sure what makes it interesting to me maybe because I feel very calm after seeing your art.. Doesn't matter if the drawing is totally opposite of that..Are you a calm person by nature??.. I am not an artist just an avg person who enjoys jjk fanart so don't mind me if I say something inappropriate.. I just said what I felt.

thank you so much :")) this is one of the most heartwarming things I've ever heard anyone say about my art 🫠 I honestly love hearing how others perceive my work cause most of the time I only see technical aspects of it like linework, colours etc. so it's hard for me to tell how other people see and feel about my art.

and to answer your question... I guess I am?? I'd say I'm quite patient and quiet individual and I tend spend a lot of time in my head so I'm guessing I can come off as calm?? it's honestly so interesting when an artist's traits blend into their art and other people pick some of them up. I've never thought my art could be calming but it makes me incredibly happy to hear that it has that effect on you :"] thank you for such heartwarming words anon (I really needed it today) and I hope you're having a great day!! wishing you the best 🫶

[tadpolesonalgae]

omg yes i have seen the gwynlain baking fanart!! altho i can't seem to find it rn :(

and i agree abt your last comment on it being more productive to just have fun shipping characters instead of fighting over it 😭

i think sometimes ppl need to stop taking shipping so seriously and open their eyes to address the Real pressing issue at hand..... which is that these mfs do some pretty gay ass shit in canon

tamlin and rhysand??? u guys were the literal heirs of entire courts and if anything u should be each other's enemies yet u become childhood besties by bonding over ur terrible fathers??????? fruity behaviour 🤨 (but actually tho their backstory is soooooo weirdly romance coded like if they were straight ppl would be eating that shit Up)

nesta and amren??? 2 girls that are known for hating everyone else just immediately become friends but then have a seemingly random falling out so terrible that they can't even look at each other anymore????????? sounds like the 194738542762 stories abt girl "friendship" breakups 🤨

don't even get me started on mor and feyre.... wdym feyre describes mor as the most beautiful woman she's ever seen.. wdym mor saves feyre from figuratively and literally self destructing and repeats "you're free" to her.... wdym mor went absolutely feral at amren when she compared feyre to tamlin..... wdym they have the most intense fight ever bc feyre endangered herself for the ten billionth time and scared the shit out of mor........ wdym feyre is the first person mor comes out to and it's during a fucking war..... wdymmmmmm

also whatever tf is going on with helion's long standing agenda to get azriel (+cassian) under his bedsheets lmfao

Oh my gosh it’s so pretty though isn’t it? Makes me want to run away and live in a cottage by a forest and grow a nice little garden (I know nothing about gardening) !!

Okay so I’m sometimes torn between wanting there to be queer relationships because it’s just nice (in my opinion) getting to see some more of them (as long as they’re paid the necessary attention and someone hasn’t just wadded two characters together in the name of representation :/) in general media, and also feeling quite strongly about showing friendships? Both showing how women can find solace in one another but also that men can have close relationships without being any less male/masculine? I feel like there is still a prominent social standard (I guess that would be the word—not sure thought?) that men can’t or shouldn’t be physically or emotionally affectionate with one another which I do think plays a part into mental health too :/

Anyway, that’s a little too complex for me this early in the morning 🫠

‘tamlin and rhysand??? u guys were the literal heirs of entire courts and if anything u should be each other's enemies yet u become childhood besties by bonding over ur terrible fathers??????? fruity behaviour’

Putting that previous seriousness aside, I love @copypastus drawings of those two, particularly this one and this one—the vibes are just so happy and lighthearted and it’s so lovely to just be able to have fun with characters ☹️🧡💛 (not to mention the art is so amazing—the colours?? hello??)

‘nesta and amren???’

Oh my goodness I have to admit I don’t really like Amren :/ I get she’s been through a lot and is probably traumatised or at least a little messed up from spending so long in absolute solitude, but at the same time for me it feels like the IC accepts Amren’s ice but didn’t like Nesta’s because she hadn’t ‘earned’ her attitude? Idk, maybe it’s because I really like Nesta and I get Amren kept her secrets even when they were having the argument, but at the same time, I feel like Amren was unnecessarily cruel toward Nesta when she should have been able to see what was going on?

‘don’t even get me started on mor and feyre….’

Oh my goodness I’m a Mor and Emerie person!! But I do like the bond Mor and Feyre have :)

‘also whatever tf is going on with helion's long standing agenda to get azriel (+cassian) under his bedsheets Imfao’

Helion is inherently fruity 🤭 can anyone blame him for wanting to get them into bed for one night?

Also I quite like how Cass and Az are fairly relaxed about that? I know it’s weird but you know those people who meet queer people and say something like “I accept you and everything, just don’t try to sleep with me”—rubs me the wrong way so I’m happy there was none of that 😰

[itwasthereaminuteago]

hi my love!! congratulations again for 350 💕 could i request a matt smut/fluff drabble — let’s say, the first time you go back to his apartment? and it’s also the first time you kiss 🫶🏻🥺🫠😫

Hi gorgeous! Apologies this took a lil time as I was on hols. I was loving working on it when I was travelling about 😁

Matt X female reader

E 18+

|| Rain ||

You both look toward the windows of the restaurant as you settle the bill. The fat wet thud of heavy raindrops and the rising scent of petrichor from the sudden downpour unmistakable to your own, nevermind Matt's senses. You chuckle beside him, "Hmm. Saturday night, not much chance of us getting a cab at this hour I guess."

Matt nods, "well, I don't mind the rain if you don't?"

You smile, taking his arm and leading him to the door. "I don't mind at all."

There was no point in rushing, it wasn't going to prevent you from getting any less drenched, so the two of you strolled leisurely along the nighttime streets of a wet Hell's Kitchen. When you finally stopped outside of Matt's apartment you closely resembled a couple of drowned rats.

"So I guess this is goodnight. I had such a wonderful time, Matt. Thank you."

He tunes in to the patter of the drops splashing on your bare skin, merging with others and trickling downwards in miniature rivers. "I did too, I do feel bad for making you walk me here though."

You rub your thumb over the knuckles of his hand you were still holding. "You didn't make me, Murdock, I wanted to."

The corner of his mouth pulls up in a charming smirk. "There's uh, something I kinda wanted to do too..."

"Oh? Do tell." You say raising your brows in interest as he removes his rain-spattered glasses and slips them into his pocket. You love that he would let you see his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Well, I was kinda hoping you might let me kiss you goodnight?"

"Well," you shrug, "maybe I kinda might have been hoping you'd ask..." You grin, and Matt slowly leans in, his hand reaching with uncanny sureness to the side of your face.

His fingertips glide over your jaw and he presses his lips to yours. They're soft, so very soft, and the rain eases the slide of your mouths as you eagerly kiss him back and he tastes good. Your hands walk up his shirt, settling around his neck and you hear and feel a quiet moan when you part your lips and let him in for your tongues to touch and dance together. His hands slip round your neck and waist and you can't help but melt in his hold. As clichéd as it sounds it feels like time stops. He's everything and nothing like you imagined, and when you finally break apart you're both breathless and giggly.

"You're a very nice kisser, Matthew Murdock."

"Me?" He exclaims in slight mock surprise, "no, I think that was all you."

As he trails his hand down your bare arm he can feel the goosebumps that you'd hardly even noticed before now.

"You're shivering cold! Why don't you come on up, you can get dried off and I'm sure I can find you some clothes to change into while you wait for the rain to ease?"

To be fair it was slightly ridiculous to wear the dress you had on and not have taken a jacket or umbrella with you with the threat of rain, but you were here with Matt and none of that seemed to matter now that he'd kissed you.

"Yeah, that would be really good."

When he led you inside his apartment, even though he'd warned you about it you weren't quite prepared for the onslaught of flickering coloured lights spilling through the large windows. Matt gestured in the direction of the billboard. "I know, I'm told it's a lot... but it means cheap rent for those who can stand it."

"It's actually strangely pretty, in a way."

"Well that's something I guess!" he smiles and heads around the kitchen counter to put the kettle on. You can't help your eyes being drawn to the way his damp shirt clings to his torso. He's fit, to say the very least.

"Just a sec..." He goes to open the sliding door into what you assume is his bedroom and you wait, watching the patterns of light dance across the room as you hear him rummaging in drawers.

"Uh, you can change in there, I've left a towel and some clothes for you on the bed, should fit you alright. I'll make us some tea."

"Thank you so much Matt, that would be amazing."

You walk into his bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind you, its not like he can see anything anyway, you think to yourself. You can't help run your hand over his bed, surprised by how soft it is. Guys always seemed to have better hair and bedlinen. It was so unfair.

You quickly towel your hair, kick off your flats and reach behind you for the zip of your dress only managing to pull it down a short way before it gets snagged on the fabric. "Damn."

Matt's voice calls from the kitchen, you're slightly surprised he could hear you. "You okay?"

"Kinda a little stuck, do you think you could help me out? My zip's got caught." You say, a little embarrassed.

He comes up behind you, "it's okay, just let me..." and gently and deftly unjams the zip.

Everything seems to change in that one small moment. His fingertips rest on your bare skin at the top of your spine. Your heart is pounding faster and he can hear it, he can feel your body warming at his lightest touch. You swallow, tilting your head to the side.

"You can...um..." You know you want this but you're unsure how to ask.

"Yeah? Would you like me to -" he asks, moving the zip down just a touch more. He seems to make this all so easy for you.

"Yeah," your voice a mere whisper, as you swallow hard. "keep going..."

Matt slowly lets it slide all the way down to your lower back, the back of his knuckles barely brushing down your spine making you shiver as the fabric gives way. His hands go to your shoulders and you find yourself nodding and letting the breath you'd been holding go as he pushes the wet dress from you and it slips down to puddle at your feet.

You turn to face him, "I guess you should get out of those wet clothes too, huh?" you half-joke, but he's nodding and your fingers nervously reach for the top of his damp shirt and you start working your way down his chest, undoing each button carefully, worried that you'll fumble because whatever is happening between you now is almost definitely happening. He helps you, his hands smoothing over your own and when he shrugs the shirt to the floor you have to stop your mouth from dropping open.

There are so many scars and marks, and you unconsciously reach out to touch the ragged whitened skin of one and then catch yourself, but he somehow senses your movement, takes your hand and places it right on his chest.

"It's okay. Most of them are old."

"Oh, Matt..." you gasp softly as you trace the line of a particularly thick and painful looking one just below his collarbone. You don't ask how they came to be, sure that he'd tell you in his own time if he wanted to. His chest rises and falls beneath your hands as they make their way down and you're momentarily caught in a trance just looking. He tips your chin up with his fingers, lips easily finding yours again but now there's something else in the way he kisses you that's different from before. There's a burning beneath it, a flicker of a flame, a passion that's quickly metamorphosing into heady desperation from waiting for this very moment. You can feel it buzzing between you as he backs you up till your legs hit the bed.

You reach behind you unhooking your bra and let it fall off your arms to the floor and he embraces you fully, your body pressing up against his. He's so warm and solid as you run your hands down his bare back and over his jeans to steal a squeeze of the ass you've only respectfully admired from afar until now. He grins into your kiss and repeats the gesture on you, his strong hands sliding effortlessly over the slinky fabric of your underwear. You can't help the needy sound you make as you feel his undeniable arousal pressing between your legs and against your belly for the first time. You're already slick from just kissing but as your hands follow his waistband around to unfasten his belt buckle and fly, his sharp inhale when you brush over his cock has you soaking.

He swiftly kicks off the pants, leaving him in black silk boxers and you climb onto the bed, taking his wrist and leading him over you as you lay back, encouraging him to explore and touch. He might be taking his time with you but he's in no way shy. His lips follow his hands as he works his way from your mouth, down the side of your neck, his teeth grazing there before continuing on to nibble along your collarbone and over your breasts paying attention to each. Every little stop he makes along the way draws reactions and sounds from you he just can't get enough of. You groan as he sucks softly into the swell of your breast, then licking over the light mark he leaves there as a teasing apology. But oh, he's in a hurry now, heading further south, kissing over your soft stomach, his hands framing your waist and hips as he tries to be good, tries to hold himself back and not just bury his face between your legs instantly like he would if the Devil got out. His fingers pluck at your underwear in question and you can't help the way your heart drums and your hips lift off the bed in answer.

"Sweetheart, would you let me -"

He doesn't have a chance to finish the sentence before your hands cover his and push the offending barrier of fabric down your legs.

"Yes, yes," you manage to breathe out, still not quite able to process what's happening as he's already kissing his way up your calf, gently guiding your legs apart so he can reach your inner thigh and tease with his soft lips all the way up.

His arms circle under your thighs and you shake with anticipation as his breath fans over your bare pussy.

"God, you taste so amazing..." He moans and yours join in as his tongue flattens over your slick folds, lapping hungrily before he fastens his mouth right over your clit. You're a little consciousness of how wet and slick you are but it certainly doesn't bother Matt because you feel his fingers joining his mouth, sliding through it all, dipping into your entrance as he listens to your gasp and the way your hips tilt up telling him everything he needs to know. He pushes two fingers slow and deep inside you as he sucks and licks up your arousal, twisting and flicking his tongue in such a way it's like he's always known your body and your desires. He groans as he works you, a low rumbling vibration right through you as he crooks his fingers, pressing against the spot that has you arching your back and almost crying with how fucking good it feels.

"Matt, oh god... fuck!" you moan, and you swear you can feel him grinning against your cunt, he doesn't stop though, the tension inside you is ratcheting up through the roof and you can barely hold on. He knows, of course he knows, and presses a little harder, thrusting his fingers a little faster but that exquisite rhythm doesn't change. Your fingers grab at the sheets and he guides one of your hands to his head, encouraging you to grip his still damp hair and buck against his mouth. It sets you feral, pushes you over the edge.

"Matt, oh, ohh- I'm gonna c..."

Your thighs clamp tight around his ears and your pussy squeezes around his fingers, head back and unabashed moans filling the room and his head. He's as hard as stone, rutting his cock against the bed, he loves everything you're giving to him, craving more already as he surrounds himself in your thumping pulse, impassioned cries, and the sweet taste of you as you come for him. And still he doesn't stop, only slowing down as you shudder through the drawn out aftershocks of your orgasm.

As you release him from your hold he lifts his head only to ask, "can I give you more?", his tongue snaking out again to drag slowly over your sensitive clit and you can only sob out a desperate yes in response pulling at his shoulders to move up your body.

He gently slips his fingers out of you, licking off your juices, kissing you between the legs leaving you somewhere between sated and still wanting. He's moving up and up, mouthing your breasts, teeth grazing your peaked nipple, his body hot and caging over you as he keeps going, kisses up the side of your neck and along your jaw until you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. And as you kiss you slip your hand down his taut abs and stomach and the front of his boxers, purring with satisfaction as you close it around his cock making him hiss.

"Take them off," it's almost a demand, your fingers running up and down his length over his shorts a few times before dipping underneath the elastic of the waistband. He loses them quickly, and you get a mouthwatering look at him naked. You push yourself up and he goes where you lead him, switching places so he's leaning up against the pillows and you climb onto his lap. Matt breathes you in, indulging in the softness of your skin against his as it's your turn to press your lips to his pulse and grin as he moans when you softly nip there. You grind against his hardness, your slick coating his cock as you tease, but you can't kid yourself, can't hold off any longer, you need to feel him now. Before you can even ask if he has a condom he's reaching over into a drawer in the bedside cabinet, ripping one open and rolling it on as fast as he can.

You lift yourself up on your knees, pressing your forehead to his as you breathe shallowly, taking him in your hand and lining up. You sink down in one delicious movement. Any momentary discomfort from the resistance of the size of him quickly fades, and you assure him of the burst of pleasure you feel as he fills you with your gratified moan. You start to rock your hips against his as he's seated thick and full within you, closing your eyes as his fingers slide around to hold and guide you as you move.

"Angel, oh you feel so good..."

He slides one hand up your back supporting you and you lean back letting him dive forward to kiss your chest and neck. Feeling his teeth graze at your skin again you whine and clench down on him, eager to have him mark you up, the pain and pleasure connecting like an electrical circuit right in the very centre of you as he bites and sucks the side of your neck.

He makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and gasp, unprepared for the sensation as you lift your hips up until only the tip of him remains inside, and then start bouncing on his cock. The sensation of the thick head of him pushing you open every time you sit back down has you whimpering with desperation. You don't know how it could possibly feel any better better until he grabs your ass cheeks in both hands and moves you himself. He's so strong, lifting you up and down and fucking you so deep and so good you think you might be able to get off like this alone. Matt evidently has other ideas though, slowing and lifting you off to turn you facing away from him before he's covering you with his body, pressing his chest close to your back, his wet cock sliding between your thighs.

"You okay?" he asks softly.

You push your ass back against his hips, making him groan as you rub against him.

"Yeah, just please, don't stop!"

He draws back, angling his hips and pushing back inside your slick walls and pressing a delicious moan from your throat. "God, Matt... so good..."

You cry out as he trails one hand around your hip to circle slippery fingers over your clit, and the other slips up your body to hold lightly around your neck and it's utter heaven. The drag of him inside you, the building thrum of pleasure between your legs at his instinctual touch and the tiniest hint of pressure at your throat, you're so close.

"I can feel you sweetheart, let go for me."

You almost collapse as your body obeys his low whispered words, shuddering and jerking as your orgasm takes over flooding your senses and his with an intensity you're not expecting. Matt holds on to you tightly, muscles straining and his hips stuttering as he feels you come apart, panting hard as you flutter around him. He can taste you in the air, your arousal filling his head and he doesn't want for anything but to succumb completely to you. You turn to meet his mouth with yours with messy and desperately passionate kisses, pulsing inside you as he gives you everything he can.

You lay in his soft and warm bed together after a particularly tender time in the shower.

"I'm glad you didn't mind the rain." Matt remarks, a soft smile on his face as he showers kisses on your cheek and lips.

You chuckle, stroking your fingertips along the arm he's got wrapped around you. "Are you kidding? I'll brave every downpour if it ends up like this!"

"Alright, only dates in the rain, got it." He laughs and you snuggle into him even more. "Don't want you catching a cold though."

"Don't think that's ever going to be an issue if you're around, you're like a human radiator Matt!"

"I'll be around, don't you worry about that." And he doesn't miss the way your heart skips as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.