luvdixon

[luvdixon]

no post today but there’s a will smut in the drafts ready to be posted tomorrow since i’m too busy to write all day🫶🏼

[luvdixon]

You don't like the Sidemen? 😐 Which is okay of course.

i don’t like a lot of the people in the sidemen so i don’t really watch them all together

[luvdixon]

What are requests you have rejected lately?

i haven’t rejected many, mainly just the ones that my friends have done. it’s better 2 redirect them to my friends fics instead of writing the exact same thing !! 🫶🏼 i’ve also rejected a few harry ones but that’s because i’d have to binge sidemen vids to understand his dialogue and every sidemen vid is a tough watch for me so😭maybe in the future i’ll be able to do some of my harry requests

[luvdixon]

PARTITION ❥ ALFIE BUTTLE

contains: reader trying to get ready for a night out but alfie if all over her, based off partition by beyonce, smut, oral sex fem!receiving.

a/n: driver roll up the partition pleaaaase 😝

tonight was a night out for you and your girlfriends. your music blaring through the grotto as you got yourself ready.

alfie was in his spare room, streaming with his friends. the chat asking every now and then why was there music blasting, him replying “my mrs is getting ready, leave her music alone yeah?”.

after a few minutes though, he quickly ended the stream to go find you. finding you in the bathroom, singing along to the music quietly whilst doing your makeup.

“you alright?” he asks, coming behind you, maintaining eye contact through the mirror.

“i’m good babe. how was the stream?” you ask, turning the music down to hear him.

“banger as usual.” alfie nods, looking at all the products on the sink, “what’s all this?”

“makeup, alf.” you say in a ‘duh’ tone.

“no need for all that girl.” he shakes his head, making you chuckle.

“thanks.” you laugh.

silence lingered the room, the quiet hum of the music in the background.

“what you wearing?” alfie asks, coming next to you, leaning his back against the sink as he stares at you.

“it’s like a black lacy dress, so cute.” you smile.

“oh, lacy?” he raises his eyebrows, not liking that he won’t be with you when you’re gonna look gorgeous.

“yeah.”

“gonna have lads all over my fuckin’ girl.” he runs a hand down his face, looking stressed.

you let out a laugh, “promise they won’t be.”

“wish i would be there with you, wanna see you in this dress.” he sighs.

“you’ll see me before i leave, alf.” you turn to him, placing a hand on his bicep.

“yeah, maybe i won’t let you leave then.” he smiles, making you laugh at his tone.

“don’t be ridiculous.”

“i’m not.” alfie says before walking out the bathroom, but not before leaving a soft smack on your ass making you jump.

“alfie!” you scold, making him laugh.

once you finish up your makeup you go to the bedroom to find the dress you had been talking to him about, excited to see it on you but also excited to see your boyfriends reaction. knowing he’s gonna be beating himself up at the fact you’re out without him.

he hates the thought of other men even looking at you when he’s not there. cause when he is there, he says something. he isn’t afraid to let everyone know that you’re his girl. he does not play about you.

but you also don’t play about him, your hands go straight on him if you spot a girl glancing at him and whispering to her friends. it made you sick when he went out with his friends without you.

but you both trusted each other, it’s just other people you didn’t trust. and you knew he wouldn’t do anything, and he definitely knew you wouldn’t do anything either.

you slip the dress on, looking in the mirror at yourself. you looked good. and you knew it too. the dress hugged your curves in all the right places, cleavage spilling out just the right amount.

alfie was going to lose his mind.

your heels clicked across the floor as you walked to the living room to show him.

“tada.” you say in a singing voice, standing in front of alfie, “what do you think.”

“fuckin’ hell.” he exhales, eyes trailing all over your body, adjusting his hips in his seat. “give me a twirl.”

you spin in your spot slowly, letting him see every inch of you.

“you’re unreal.”

“you think?”

“i know.” he raises his eyebrows, “can’t let you go like that.”

he gets up from his seat, taking a few steps closer to you, hands finding your waist.

he kisses your head, trailing down to your cheek, nose, before he reaches your lips.

his lips meet yours, his moving against your desperately.

“your lucky i haven’t done my lips yet.” you whisper against his mouth.

“very lucky.” his voice comes out low.

“alfie i need to finish getting ready.” you try gently push him away, catching your breath.

“no you don’t.” he shakes his head.

“i do.”

“please, y/n. you look too beautiful.”

his voice comes out almost broken, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent as you feel it against your thigh.

“i need to get ready.” you chuckle as his lips reach your neck.

“mmm no.” he hums against you, adamant he was not gonna let you go get ready. he didn’t want to, “let me, please.”

you sigh with a smile, “quick.”

“you know i don’t do quickies.” alfie shakes his head.

if there was one thing about alfie is that he took his time with you, depending on how needy he was. but he makes sure you feel every little thing, no rushing. and he wasn’t going to stop that today, you could be a little late. there’s no harm.

alfie walks you backwards toward the couch, making you sit as he goes on his knees in front of you. licking his lips as he pushes your dress up, bunching up at your waist.

“dress is so beautiful. but what’s under is-” he pauses so trail kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your black thong, “unreal.”

he pushes your underwear to the side and doesn’t waste time diving his head between your thighs. eating you like a starved man. a feeling you’d never get used to, a taste he wouldn’t either.

“feels so good alf.” you moan, your back arching off the couch. your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling slightly making him groan against you.

“let me hear how good it feels.” he mumbles, teeth nipping at your thigh before he goes back to focusing on your clit. his big hands come around your thighs to keep you still.

“so good, yeah.” you exhale, throwing your head back against the seat. your chest heaving with every moment, losing your breath more and more as he continues to pleasure you like he’s starved.

just as you thought it couldn’t get any better, he plunges a finger deep inside you, pumping at a quick pace making a loud moan leave your lips.

you’re practically changing his name like a prayer, pushing your hips against him for more friction. feeling your edge coming, you whine at the hand on your stomach pushing you down.

“you gonna cum?” he asks in a whisper, looking up at you through his eyelashes. he looked so pretty with your mess around his mouth. his moustache now wet with your fluids.

“yeah, please. need it.” your mouth drops open as he moves his mouth at a relentless pace. “god- don’t stop.”

he doesn’t reply to you — just keeps going. until he feels your thighs close around his head as you arch from the couch when your orgasm hits you hard.

“fuck — alfie!” you moan, your hand pulling his hair harshly making him groan as he pulls away from you.

he quickly helps you clean up, pulling your underwear normally and fixing your dress. helping you up from the couch.

“sorry for making you late girl, just couldn’t resist.” he laughs, watching you struggle to walk normally with your thighs still shaking slightly.

“gonna have to message them.”

“have a good time. be safe please, and message me when you’re ready i’ll come get ya.” he pecks your lips a few times before tapping your ass and pushing you out the door. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” you shout as you walk out the house.

“gonna need a fuckin’ cold shower now.”

you

sorry i’ll be a little late 😘

tags: @luvdixon @livvymd @jamiekluivert @lilyyxoii @camaluvs @wherethezoes-at @madsclarkey @willnees @pretendyoucantseeme @sdmnpact @writer-jamie @avatv

[luvdixon]

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THE REQUEST I'm genuinely so honored and happy that you liked the request and decided to do a part two, the most wonderful surprise this morning 🤭 it was so SO good. you're seriously one of my favorite writers here

i’m so glad you liked it!!! i had so much fun writing it and i’m glad it was to your standard 🫶🏼🥹thankyou for your kind words darling

[luvdixon]

im so hopelessly inlove with your writing and you genuinely are js my favourite writer on this app

wait stop i'll cry right now ☹ this means the whole world to me thank you so much x

[luvdixon]

hiii!! i keep re-reading, tear you apart, CUZ WHEWWWWW like your writing is firstly so so good. and you just describe everything so well especially characterization. i noticed you said your requests are open and i was wondering if you would ever make a part two of that fic? almost like a continuation of how it work out in the end, uk? like more office hook-ups and trying to pretend like its all normal when its clearly not. anyways, i hope this didn't come off as pressuring or anything and ik you just recently did another work about will, i just wanted to shoot an idea cuz i really do love your work and i keep thinking about that fic SO much. i hope you have a good day <333

# ROMANTICISE THIS ★ will lenney

word count: 2.7k. ♡

content: angst, smut, thigh riding, reader is oblivious & scared of rejection, fluff, degredation, idiots in love, arguments and stuff

author note: i wasn’t going to ever do a part 2 to any of my fics but this idea was so good and so very appreciated i just had to do something for you. i decided to make it a bit more angsty and smutty than i originally wanted to but i think it’s overall a decent combo. thank you for your kind words and thank you for giving me the idea to do this!! had so much fun writing it and i’m glad you really like the fic!! if you havent read part one then go read it here

How much time do you have before Will gets tired?

How many more hours do you have with him before you decide that sex isn’t all you want?

It’s amazing. Perfect, even. But it’s not enough.

It’s never enough.

Selfishly, you wish for more. You wish that Will would stay the morning after. You wish for a slow Sunday morning with him, where the early glow paints his toned muscles and his hair is a mess across your pillow.

Your heart does that thing again. It beats harshly against your ribs, makes you feel nauseous and on edge.

You’re sitting at your desk, tucked away in the darkest corner of the office late at night. Everyone has gone home.

Everyone besides Will.

It has become a late night ritual by this point; stay behind after a long day, make out, and eventually fuck on every surface in the office.

It’s not professional, nor is it part of your job description, but it just happens.

This is the last time. You tell yourself that every single day. It’s never the last time.

You wonder when the last time will be. Who will get sick of it first?

You want more, Will wants less. It’s not going to stay like this forever.

Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe you shouldn’t do this anymore. It’s not right—it’s painful to think about afterwards.

Is it better to speak or to carry on silently and pray for Will to realise that he’s missing out?

Is he missing out at all?

“You okay?” Will’s voice slices through the air, disturbing the peace you once bathed in.

Your chin rests in your hand, your elbow against the desk. You tap lazily onto the keyboard, readjusting different clips and cutting out unnecessary content.

You hum absentmindedly. Clearly, it’s not the reply that Will is expecting. You hear his feet pad across the editing room, so you pull your headphones off your ears and put them around your neck.

He nudges your shoulder, and furrows his brows when you don’t glance over in his direction.

“I’m busy.” You mumble, replaying the same clip over and over again just to hear Will’s laugh faintly come through the headphones.

“Yeah.” He says. “I see that.”

Clearly not. You want to say. Instead, you settle for a noise of acknowledgement.

He stands awkwardly behind you for a moment, peering over your shoulder. He’s pretending to care about the clips on screen, but he really just wants to be close to you.

“How long will this one take to edit?” He smiles, and his voice is genuine.

That only pisses you off more.

“Are you rushing me?” You snap. Will parts his lips to answer, but you give him no time to defend himself. “Cause you can do it yourself if you want.”

He falls silent. Confused, a little hurt.

“I’m not rushing you. I just need it done before tomorrow, like.” 

“Well, I work a lot quicker when you’re not breathing on my neck like an overprotective parent.”

Your tone isn’t teasing, it’s serious. It cracks underneath the pressure of being mean to Will. You’re never mean.

Not to him. Never to him.

Will doesn’t reply, he can’t find the right words to end the conversation nicely. He doesn’t want to snap at you, so he simply walks away.

Whether he goes home or lingers in the office afterwards is none of your business. Two hours later, you pack up your stuff and send the video over to Will. 

When you get in the uber to go home, your phone pings.

You don’t have to check. You know who it is.

Will: Hope I didn’t do anything wrong x

You leave him on seen, because replying to him will spark conversation. A conversation you aren’t ready to have yet.

In lieu of letting your mind wonder about the what if’s, you switch your phone off the second you get home.

An early night is what you need.

Because not only are you risking your relationship with Will, you’re also risking your job. People will line up to work for Will the second he announces you’ve been dropped from the team. You can’t let someone take that from you.

The next day, you decide to apologise. It’s just lust, nothing serious. It’s just hooking up, nothing to lose your mind over.

Shit. You’re losing your mind.

Will peeks his head through the door after he wraps up a second channel recording. He’s walking on eggshells around you.

“Hi.” You hum. 

“Hey. Feeling okay?” He takes a seat next to you, face resting in his palm.

“Yep.”

The air shifts. Why is he so nice? Why can’t he be an asshole? Your anger isn’t justified, and it only upsets you more.

“Sorry about yesterday. Just had a lot on my mind, you know?” You say.

Will nods, understanding. The hurt still lingers, his expression is almost blank, but there’s a hint of something else there.

Love?

No. That’s silly.

“Me?” He asks.

“What?”

“Was I on your mind?” 

You shrug. “Yeah.”

He nods, and doesn’t push any further. You wish that he would. You wish that he would care.

“You’ve been on my mind too.” He admits. He says it so casually, like it isn’t killing him.

It’s killing you.

“Yeah? I’d hope so.” You scoff, which earns you a pointed look from Will. “What—hey, you’ve had me bent over your desk like five times this week.”

“And it’s only Thursday.” Will quips. He’s not wrong.

God, you’re so willing. So eager for it. So ready to take anything he’ll give you.

“You wanna make it six?”

Your cheeks flush, and you make an effort to shake your head. You both know that you’re lying. You want to make it double figures. Every fucking week.

“No?” He chuckles, getting up to leave.

You reach out, grab his shirt. “No. Wait.”

“Atta girl.” He pulls you up and out of your seat, wraps a gentle hand around your throat, and leans in to kiss you.

He’s harsh, chasing a high that he knows you can give him. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you let him explore it freely.

You’re panting by the time he pulls away to catch his breath, and all of your anger is forgotten.

Almost.

“We can’t.” You whine. Will lifts an eyebrow, squeezes your throat just slightly.

“No? Why’s that?” 

“Cause—fuck, Will. You don’t want what I want.”

He stills, loosens the grip on your neck. He doesn’t pull away, which gives you a little bit of hope. 

“What do you want?” He asks.

You wish you could tell him. You want to tell him.

“This.” Over and over again until you die. You don’t say that. You can’t.

“I want this too.” He breathes, ghosting his lips over yours. “I always want this. Always want you.” 

“Mean it?” You pout, and he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth. You groan, tipping your head back. This man is going to fucking kill you one day.

“Course I mean it. Want you so bad. Wanna keep you forever.” He hums, shifting his head to nip at your jaw.

You want to believe him. You wish you could. 

“Please don’t lie to me.” You whisper, but it gets lost in the cool breeze.

“Hm?”

“Nothing. Nothing—more, please?”

Will’s lips quirk upwards, twisting into a smirk. That fucking smirk. He pushes your legs apart with his knee, and slips his thigh between your legs.

It’s unexpected. It’s hot. It’s so fucking perfect.

You grind against his thigh, and your whole body shakes at the pressure. He cradles your head close to his chest, threading his fingers through your hair.

It’s so gentle. He is so gentle.

He holds you close, doesn’t let you leave his hold at all. You’re glued to him, breathing in his cologne and grinding against his jeans like a whore.

That’s all you are to him. It hurts to think about, but nothing hurts more than the way you throb from the friction. It’s not enough.

His jeans are rough, and your panties are smooth, soaked. It’s uncomfortable, but you can’t pull away. It’s too good. 

You pant against his chest, drooling a little over his sweater. He doesn’t mind. He encourages it, actually.

Your fingers tangle into the cotton, and your grip is firm. Anyone would think you’re afraid of what might happen if you let go.

“So pretty f’me, pet.” He groans, lifting his thigh up to apply even more pressure. You gasp, clutching onto him like your life is in his hands.

You wouldn’t mind if it was. You’d trust him with it.

“God, I’m so lucky. Look at you, humping my leg like it’s the only thing you’re good for.” Will lets go of your head, but you don’t move.

You keep your face pressed against his chest, afraid that you’ll lose his scent if you go too far.

He moves his hands to your hips, and guides you along his thigh faster.

“Close—Will, fuck. So close.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Cum for me, baby.”

And you do. Your knuckles turn white from the grip on Will’s sweater, your jaw falls slack and you cum with a cry, shaking against him.

“That’s it. Good girl. Always so perfect for me.” He whispers, pulling strands of hair away from your face and behind your ear. 

Tears prick at your eyes, and when Will asks the reason, you claim that you’re just overwhelmed.

He believes you. He pulls you close, presses a kiss to your temple, and then orders an uber to pick you both up from the office.

You’re staying the night. At Will’s house. In Will’s bedroom.

He doesn’t give you much of an option or any room for protesting, so you nod politely and sleepily slip into the uber with him. He keeps a hand on your thigh the entire time, and it’s nice.

It’s gentle. It fuels your imagination; couples do this, you and Will aren’t a couple. Are you reading too much into it?

Definitely.

You don’t remember anything else after that. You wake up in the morning, and you’re still exhausted from the night before.

Will is asleep beside you. Laying on his back, sheets hanging off of his hips. He’s not wearing any boxers, and you’ve seen him naked before. It does not help your situation.

It’s 7:30. Will wakes up at 8:00 to get ready for work. Somehow, he still arrives late every time.

You throw your clothes on from yesterday, but steal a pair of Will’s boxers to replace your soaked panties from the day before. 

You can’t be here when he wakes up. You want to be, but it’s too much. He would freak out.

You see him at work. He looks a little upset when he walks through the door. He greets the team, but passes by your desk with no explanation. Not even a smile.

You’ve made it weird. You knew you would. Fuck.

He doesn’t speak to you for hours. The only time you catch him looking at you is when James is talking to you. He looks almost…jealous.

You’re editing a main channel video today. It’s a long one, but the office has been silent ever since James left. Unfortunately, you’re too focused on the clicking of your mouse to notice the figure looming over you.

When you see Will in the monitor's reflection, you jump a mile.

“Fuck—Shit, Will!” You yell, banging your knee on the desk. “What the fuck—”

He grabs the back of your chair, spins it around so that you’re facing him and then crouches down so that he’s eye level with you.

“Why did you leave this morning?” He asks. He doesn’t look annoyed. He looks oddly soft.

Like if you reach out and touch him he’ll crumble beneath your fingers.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You say.

“Answer me.”

“I don’t know.” You mumble.

“You don’t know?”

“Yeah, Will. I just fucking said that.”

You keep snapping at him, and he seems to be getting used to it. He doesn’t even flinch at your tone, he barely even blinks.

You’re pretty sure that’s a bad thing.

“It’s bad manners.” Will lifts a brow, now standing in front of you.

You stand too, as if your trying to intimidate him. Whatever you’re trying to do, it’s not working in the slightest.

“Bringing your editor to your house after fucking her is bad manners too.”

“How?”

“Because—fuck, I don’t know!” You throw your hands up in the air.

He almost smiles. Almost.

“Do you know anything?” He’s pushing it.

“I know that you’re a fucking bellend and I need you to piss off.” You try to sit back down, done with the conversation, but Will grabs your wrist.

“What did I do wrong?” His fingers twitch against your wrist, and you can almost feel the spark between the two of you.

You don’t have an answer for him, and that’s the worst part.

“It’s not you. It’s me.” You sigh.

“Oh, here we go.”

“What?”

“Isn’t that like—what every couple says in the movie when they break up?” He laughs.

You can’t win with this guy. His expression is so unreadable.

“No.” You say, deadpan. 

“Are you in love with me or something?” Will asks. The colour drains from your face, and if that doesn’t give it away then the harsh swallow that follows definitely will.

“No.” You say again. This time, it’s more determined.

He doesn’t seem convinced. A hand reaches down, curls around your jaw and tilts your head up to look at him.

“Ok, try again. More enthusiastic this time.”

“You’re ridiculous. I’m not in love with you.” Your gaze drifts off to the side, and your jaw ticks with so much anger that Will’s eyes flash with a little fear.

“So, you don’t like me?” He bites. 

“I didn’t say that.”

“That’s what you meant.”

You shrug, but Will isn’t backing away.

“You don’t love me.” You say. It’s not quite a confession.

“I didn’t say that.” He says. You wonder if he’s mocking you.

“Okay.” You whisper. “I’m leaving now.”

He lets you slip away from his grasp, and you hear his arms fall to his sides in defeat.

“When will you stop leaving?” 

You stop still in the middle of the room. Your vision blurs with the tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks, and you don’t have the courage to turn around.

“When will you stop pushing me away?” You reply.

Will doesn’t seem to have an answer for this, so you continue walking. 

He chases after you. It’s fucking stupid. It’s romantic. It’s hard to be mad at him.

He pushes in front of you, walking backwards. You wipe your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Is that how you feel? That’s not—fuck. That’s not what I wanted. I didn’t want to get too close, like.” He frowns. “But that’s because I thought you wanted sex. I thought you didn’t want me.”

You stand still, reaching up to wipe your eyes with your sleeve. It’s a little grim, but you’re so close to breaking down in front of Will that you don’t even care.

“Why wouldn’t I want you?” You ask. Your voice shakes with uncertainty, and Will’s heart breaks at the sight.

He steps forward, inches closer like he wants to reach out and hold you.

“I don’t know.” He whispers. “You have loads going for you. You’re my editor. It feels weird.”

“It’s really weird.” You whisper back.

He smiles at you, and you laugh. It’s more of a sob, but you’re feeling too many emotions to pinpoint which one is which.

Will softens, just a little bit. Enough for you to see the crinkles at the side of his eyes again.

“I want to make it work, though.” He says.

“Me too.”

He pulls you in, wipes at your cheeks with his thumb, and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. It’s passionate, slow, real.

It’s enough proof for you to deepen the kiss. It’s enough for you to realise that you were wrong all along.

Will does want you. Will has always wanted you.

You’ve been so busy wanting him that you didn’t know he wanted you too.

Fuck. What an idiot you are.

He pulls away, presses his forehead against yours, and hums happily.

“I love you.” He whispers. It’s confirmation that you’re not dreaming.

“I love you too.”

You fall silent for a moment, taking in Will’s beauty. Then, out of the blue, he asks: “I still get to fuck you in the office after work, right?”

“Jesus Christ, Will.”

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[luvdixon]

“Why don’t you talk?” I have nothing to say to you

[luvdixon]

I FORGOT PLEASE IN MY ASK ****

this just fucking killed me 😭😭 you’re all good diva ur request was tewww good for me to notice

[luvdixon]

Can you please do a George smut where reader is plus size and he just loves and worships her entirely? But like she’s not insecure about the way she looks. She knows she’s hot and so does George. And he’s so so sexy and strong he can just throw her around like nothing. Thank you 💕

# PILLOW FIGHT ★ george clarke

word count: 3.3k. ♡

content: smut, unprotected sex, cumming inside, praise, oral sex (f recieving), uhhh thats it i think

author note: this one goes out to all my plus sized baddies (hmu pls i’m single) this was so fun to write too so i hope u enjoy x

It starts where it always does: you’re getting ready for an event, and George is coming with you as your number one supporter. He doesn’t have to come, but insists on it anyway.

You’re standing in front of the bathroom mirror with two hours to spare before you’re supposed to arrive. George is scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he enters the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe with his eyes locked to the screen.

You haven’t done your makeup or hair yet—it’s too early and you’ll potentially ruin it before even leaving the house—but your dress hugs your frame perfectly, emphasises each curve and makes your tits look great.

You look at George through the mirror, trace your eyes over his forearms when they tense as he types. 

You stand patiently, wait for him to notice you, and grumble under your breath when he doesn’t.

Your hands fall impatiently on your hips, and your eyebrows furrow with the intent to make George feel bad for ignoring you.

You clear your throat, watching as his head perks up like a lost puppy.

You catch the exact moment he notices the dress. His eyes widen, his phone almost falls out of his hand, and he licks his lips like he’s ready to devour you.

“What d’ya think?” You hum, giving him a small twirl. His lips part, you can almost see the wheels turning in his brain.

If you focus hard enough you can see his pupils twist into hearts. Your cheeks flush at his silence, as it’s usually an indicator that he’s fucking mesmerised. 

He clears his throat, trails his eyes over your body, and then shoves his phone into his pocket.

“I think…” He glances off into the distance, pretending to be lost in thought, before stepping forward and pulling you in for a kiss.

Slow, passionate, laced with a hint of need.

“I’m thinking many things, actually.” He says, nodding along to his own point. You pull away, raise an eyebrow in his direction as if to challenge him.

His hands find your waist, your fingers tangle in his shirt, and you’re staring at him with eyes that you know he can’t deny.

“Name a few?” You pout, tilt your head, and lift up onto your tip toes to pepper kisses over his jaw.

“I think you’re fucking unreal. I think you’ve been sent from heaven just for me.” He starts, and you can’t help but let out a shaky breath.

“I think that you look so good in this fucking dress. So pretty, baby. I’m so lucky.” His words are sweet, but his voice has a subtle coat of lust to it. 

You catch it, bathe in it, and play into it because hey—two hours to spare, why not?

“Yeah?” You’re not fishing for compliments, because you know that you look unreal right now, but you like the attention from George regardless.

He nods, almost hypnotised by your beauty. You hum, content with his reaction, and push him back slightly to turn around.

You pick your makeup bag up, briefly glancing up at him through the mirror to catch his expression.

He’s confused, so turned on, and so in love. You’re pretending to be innocent—as if that ever works—and he’s pretending not to care. 

You’re both failing.

His hands find your hips, pulling you back against him.

“Someone’s needy.” You laugh, wiggling your hips to emphasise your point. He groans, tips his head back, and digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips.

“No shit. Got me all worked up over here, poppet. Look so good, can’t help it.” He leans in, mouths at your shoulders and over your neck, and then lifts you up and into your arms with ease.

“George—” You try, but end up letting him take you through to the bedroom regardless. His biceps look so good when he’s carrying you. 

Without warning, he throws you as gently as he can onto the bed, and laughs when you let out a squeak of surprise. 

You hold yourself up on your elbows, spreading your legs as much as the dress will allow you to, and he takes a moment or two to soak up your beauty. He’s practically drooling at the sight of you, and you can’t blame him.

“I need to get ready, George.” You huff. 

“And I need to get inside of you.” His reply is deadpan. He gives no expression, just a blank stare to your thighs as he tries to collect himself.

“When I get home.” You promise. He doesn’t believe you, knows you’ll be too tired afterwards and he needs you now.

He doesn’t care if it’s selfish. He’s starved, ready to ravish you.

Lucky for him, you’re easily persuaded.

You scoff, sitting up properly.

“Fine. Help me take this off? Don’t wanna get it dirty.” You gesture briefly to your dress, which he takes a second to glare at before helping you remove it. 

Your dress is a barrier between him and you, and he needs it gone now.

He tries to be gentle when removing it, as not only is it expensive but it’s also something that you need. He can’t buy you another one because there’ll be no time.

He discards it carefully, setting it on his setup somewhere before returning his attention to you. 

You’re spread out on his sheets, pink lace set underneath to really get under his skin.

You’ve had sex with George hundreds of times by now, but he still looks at you like it’s the first. Like he’s afraid to touch you because you’re worth so much. He just wants to look, admire, yearn, and pray you don’t shatter from the intensity of his gaze.

“So beautiful.” George whispers, dragging a palm over his mouth. 

He steps forward, kneeling on the bed. You feel the bed dip from his weight. Familiar, heavy, safe.

He tilts his head, trails his fingers delicately over your skin, and hooks two of them underneath the shoulder straps of your bra.

“Gonna take this off or are you in more of an observing mood today?” Your lips twitch as you speak—hinting at a smirk, but not quite becoming one.

“You’re kidding.” George’s eyes flutter, shaking his head. “Absolutely fucking not.”

And then he reaches behind you, unclips your bra with one hand, and tosses it to the floor. You whine, twisting your head to look longingly at the discarded fabric. You need that, don’t want to get it dirty, but George seems to forget about your event entirely when you’re spread out so perfectly for him.

“So pretty for me baby.” George takes in the sight before him, licking his lips like he’s one second away from eating you whole.

He leans in, rests a hand against the side of your neck, and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s all teeth clashing and tongues fighting for the dominance that you always happily give up anyway. 

You moan into the kiss, but it’s muffled and gets lost within the shared breaths between you.

A hand slides down and over your stomach, slips between your legs and ghosts over your clothed core. Not quite touching, but you can feel the heat of his palm and it’s so close but so fucking far.

“You’re wasting time.” You breathe, pressing your forehead against his. 

He lifts an eyebrow, presses down fully over your cunt, and smirks when you almost choke on your next breath of air.

“What?”

“We have an hour.” You remind him.

“Two.” He replies.

You let out a breath—frustrated, but so in love. He chuckles, pins you down against the bed and hovers over you.

His frame protectively towers over yours, keeps you safe and enveloped in his warmth.

“I know, baby. One hour. Gonna make every second count, yeah?” He tucks a few stray pieces of hair behind your ear, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

You nod, and he can’t help but groan at how willing you are. He reaches down, hooks two fingers underneath your panties and pulls them down to your ankles. 

You kick them off, and silently mourn the warmth they offered you.

The cool air is much more lethal when you’re naked and spread open on George’s bed. It bites at your skin, makes you shiver.

Thankfully, George is there to warm you up. Even when he throws his shirt to the side and kicks his shorts off, he’s still warm enough for the both of you.

He kisses over your collarbone, down your chest and over your stomach just to tease. He’s always like this.

Using his muscles to pin you down and his dominance to keep you there with no fuss. 

And god, is it hot.

He mouths over the inside of your thighs, eventually brushing his lips over your cunt. You gasp, jerk your hips up to chase the friction, and groan when George’s mouth latches onto your clit.

“Shit.” You murmur. Your hands shakily reach down, curling your fingers in George’s hair.

You tug lightly, just enough to let him know that he’s doing good. Always so good for you.

He works his mouth harder, slipping his tongue inside of you and then running it flat over your clit seconds later. It’s overwhelming—too much but not enough—and you aren’t sure which way to move.

Forwards, backwards?

Into his face. Your hand on his head is a little more forceful than usual, pressing his face into your cunt. 

He groans, glances up at you with wispy lashes and flutters them like he’s doing something as innocent as laying down beside you.

His beard brushes over your core, over your thighs, and it only adds to the pleasure you get.

He’s so rough, so manly, so George. But he takes care of you so well. He’s all muscles and rough edges but he licks over your clit like he’s worshiping a Goddess. 

Like you can break him down at any moment and he’ll let you.

Like he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you because you’re so precious. So holy. So his.

He holds your thighs apart, doesn’t even think about letting you close them because he wants you like this. He wants you to be open, vulnerable, spread out in front of him. He wants to eat you, and you’re going to let him.

His nose brushes against your clit with every flick of his tongue and you don’t know if you can handle it. Your back arches off the bed, and you writhe underneath him.

He pulls off, licking his lips to savor the taste of you. “Close?”

You scowl, trying to pull his head down again. “I was.”

He breathes out a laugh, but you don’t have time to think of a smartass comeback because George pulls his boxers off.

Down his legs, kicks them off once they reach his ankles. He’s kneeling between your legs, cock against his stomach and fuck.

You’re practically drooling, fluttering your false lashes at him with the hope that he’ll give it to you quicker.

George doesn’t seem as confident as you do. You put on a show for him all of the time, and he tends to hide away like he’s afraid of being seen. 

Maybe he enjoys you having the spotlight. He loves to worship you, why would he want to put the focus on himself?

He works his hand over his cock a few times, thumb dragging over the head slowly. He groans, jerks into his fist once or twice, and then lets go completely. 

“Gonna kill me, one day.” He grumbles, trying to sound annoyed.

You bite your lip, then press your tongue against the inside of your cheek to hide your grin.

“If you die before I get your dick inside of me, George, I swear to God.” 

“Don’t bring God into this. He doesn’t need to see this. Poor guy.” George frowns, wraps his hand around his cock once more, and guides it through your folds.

Your breath hitches. George hears it, bathes in it, and wants to hear it over and over again.

George leans in, his breath hot against your jaw. He inches closer, bites your earlobe, and then pulls away once again.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He hums, pressing the head of his cock inside of you. 

You shift underneath him, the stretch almost unbearable. Your fingers tangle in the sheets, knuckles turning white.

“You’re okay.” He rubs soothing motions over your thighs, keeping them apart. “Such a good girl for me. Prettiest girl in the whole world.”

You whine, tip your head back and stare at the ceiling. It’s hard to focus on anything but George.

The way his cock fits so perfectly inside of you, the way he whispers sweet nothings and lost promises into your ear as he fills you up.

He eventually pushes all the way in, hovering above you. His curls stick to his forehead, and his mullet is more of a flat nest on his head now.

Yet still so gorgeous. So George. 

Does this man ever look ugly?

You let out a sharp breath, and you feel like your lungs are punctured. Like you’re deflating and trying to gasp for air.

George places a hand on your sternum, keeping you still. Holding you there.

He breathes with purpose, knows that you’ll mimic it.

“That’s it, poppet. Breathe for me.” He whispers.

His jaw ticks with every shift, and he lets out a pathetic groan when you clench around him.

“Move.” You manage. Your voice is fucked out, and you’re so grateful that you don’t have to do any public speaking at the event.

Just socialising. You’re not feeling well. Coming down with something. Yes. That’s what you’ll say if anybody asks.

“Demanding.” He replies, but obeys regardless. He pulls out almost all the way, and pushes back in with a little more force than before.

You nod, frantic. Your muscles tense, your eyes squeeze shut, and your head is thrown back into the covers. 

“So perfect.” George praises, and you never get tired of hearing it. He sets a rhythm, one that isn’t too much but just enough.

You feel him deep inside of you. You always do. His cock buries a home inside of your cunt, and fits perfectly right where you need him.

He finds that spot, and fucks into it like he’ll die if he doesn’t.

“George.” You whimper. He doesn’t reply, only hums to show you he’s here. He listens. He’s taking care of you.

He shifts the position slightly, forearms either side of your head to keep him up. His body is flush against yours, and his cock thrusts deeper into you this way.

It’s all about ownership. About making you his.

Your heart is banging against your ribs hard enough to bruise. You wonder if George can hear it. 

He dips his head, ghosts his lips over yours, and it’s not quite a kiss but you’ll count it as one anyway. His breath is hot against yours, and he tastes so sweet. 

Your eyes flutter open, and he looks so perfect on top of you. His eyes are glowing with something akin to lust, but it’s more gentle. It’s a flicker of light, a spark that he only has with you.

The evening glow paints him perfectly. He looks so toned, so rough, so beautiful and he’s more than anything you could ever want.

“Don’t want you to go.” He pants. His eyebrows furrow as though you’re leaving forever. 

You almost feel guilty.

“Wanna keep you here forever, baby. Got no fucking idea how much I want you to stay. Won’t be able to touch you like this when we get there.” 

No shit.

“That’s all I wanna do. Wanna keep you by my side forever.”

You nod along to his words, more than happy to say fuck the event and stay in bed with him all night. 

You can’t, but you can pretend.

“My life starts and ends with you.” He chokes out, fucking into you a little faster to make you see starts. You watch him grimace slightly.

“Was that cringe?” He laughs. You drag your hands over his torso, slide them over his back and leave scratch marks in your path.

“Very.”

Your nails bite into his skin, motivating him to go that little bit further.

He manages to balance himself on one arm (because of course he fucking does) and slips a hand down your body, brushing over and admiring each of your curves, before landing on your clit.

You let out a strangled noise, gasping and panting once his fingers add pressure. You don’t know which bit of pleasure to focus on, so you focus on them all at once and god is that overwhelming.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are.” He shakes his head, in utter disbelief.

You do know. He tells you every day. 

But maybe he sees a part of you that doesn’t show up in mirrors or camera lenses.

“Close.” You moan, catching his lips in a messy kiss. It’s far from romantic, and you barely manage to keep the kiss going with the awkward angle, but George makes it work.

He slips his tongue into your mouth, and you take it eagerly. You let him explore your mouth like you have done many other times, and he bathes in the taste of you like it’s the first.

He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, bites down hard enough to draw blood, and you arch up against him.

“Want you.” You say. 

“Fuck. You have me, poppet.” There’s not a single drop of uncertainty in his voice. There never is. “You look so perfect. Wish I had more time with you today. Would have had you crying for it.” 

You let out an involuntary whimper. He chuckles above you, and you feel his chest against yours. 

“Would have edged you for hours, baby. You’d be fucking begging for it. Would keep you close to me and keep you so needy.” It’s not a threat, it’s a promise.

You know that he will do that. He’ll do it whenever he wants because you’re his.

“George. I’m—” You’re shaking underneath him. You can’t stop shifting, trying to angle his cock impossibly deeper inside of you.

“You promise?” You ask.

“Hm?”

“All of that—those things. You promise? Wanna be good for you. Wanna do it all.” 

“Fuck.” He groans, dipping his head to collect himself. “Meant it all. Promise. Gonna do everything with you.”

You nod, and reach to grab his bicep. Your grip is firm, your nails dig into his skin, and you arch off the bed so fast that George worries you might hurt yourself.

“Cum for me, poppet. Come on. Good fuckin’ girl.”

He talks you through it, and you sob the entire time. It’s too much. So overwhelming, so perfect. 

Your orgasm hits you hard, feels like a blow to the stomach, but George is there to hold and fuck you through it.

He eventually pushes inside of you completely, and spills inside of you with a low groan. 

“Shit.” He whispers. “You’re shaking.” 

He pulls out of you gently, but you still hiss at the sudden movement. He flops down beside you, grabs your hand and squeezes.

You both stare up at the ceiling, a little too fucked out to make conversation.

The smell of sex clings to the air, and your skin is slick with a layer of sweat.

It’s gross. It’s familiar. It’s safe.

“What time is it?” You whisper.

George groans, reaches over and taps his phone twice.

“Almost 6:30.” 

You shoot up, glancing around.

“Oh no.”

“What?”

“I have half an hour to get ready. You—” You pick up a pillow, throw it at his head, and stumble up and out of bed. “I told you. We shouldn’t have done this!”

George smirks, laughing behind the pillow.

He’s in for a bossy 30 minutes.

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LOVERS ROCK ❥ ARTHUR FREDERICK

contains: fluff, long distance relationship, angst if you really squint, mostly cute fluff :)

a/n: this is based off this request. i am so sorry it’s took me so long to get to!! hope you enjoy xx

today was your birthday, the one of many you’ve already had. and you’d think because of that nothing would be different for this year. but there is.

you’ve been in a relationship with arthur for just under a year, and it had been the best months of your life. he made you feel more loved in those months than anyone else ever had. but there was one downfall.

the distance.

now it wasn’t too bad of a distance, there’s definitely worse you could have. but because of your work it made it stricter on times where you could’ve possibly seen him. but today work got the better of him.

there was no arrangement for him to come see you on your birthday, but something in you was silently hoping he’d travel to see you. but you understood with his job, things get hard sometimes.

you knew you’d have a good day regardless with your friends, but you were disappointed that your boyfriend wouldn’t be there with you to celebrate.

you were sat up in your bed, not having woke up that long ago. messages already flooding your phone from friends and family.

your phone vibrating against your bedside table broke you from your trance on the tv, looking at the screen to see arthur’s name popping up. a smile broke across your face as you grab your phone, rushing to answer as quick as you could.

“hello?” you say with a smile when you answer.

“hi baby, happy birthday.” arthur’s voice comes through the speaker.

“thank you my love,” you said, “you alright?”

“yeah i’m good thank you, just wish i was with you for your special day.” he sighs through the phone.

“yeah, me too.” disappointment was creeping into you again, your voice dropping.

“i’m sorry i can’t be there y/n, but i promise i’ll make it up to you soon.” arthur promises, bringing a smile back to your face.

“it’s okay arthur.” you assure him, but he could tell by the tone of your voice that you were upset.

“are you having a party with your friends?” he asks.

“yeah, few of the girls are coming over for drinks.” you tell him, fiddling with the necklace he got you.

“well i hope you have the best night. i’m gonna call you again tonight, is that okay?” arthur asks.

“yeah of course.” you nod, even though he couldn’t see you.

“okay baby i gotta go, bach is calling me to set. happy birthday, i love you.” he says quickly, sounding as if he was outside which made your brows furrow.

“oh alright, i love you too.” you reply, hesitance lingering in your voice.

“bye.” he says and the line cuts.

you pulled your phone from your ear and looked at the screen in confusion. if bach was calling him to set why was he outside? is he hiding something?

a few hours later and the party was finally starting, a lot of your friends came over, bringing drinks with them. a few already drunk.

“arthur can’t be here then, huh?” one of your friends said, rubbing your back.

“no unfortunately.” you mumbled, leaning into her.

“i’m sure he’ll come see you soon babe.” she reassures you, her words bringing you comfort knowing arthur would make up for it. he never let you down.

a few minutes later a knock was heard on the door, and if you weren’t stood in the kitchen you would’ve missed it.

“i told you you can just walk in-”

chris and george stood at the door.

“hi?” you raise your eyebrows, very confused as to why they were there.

“happy birthday, y/n.” chris says with a smile before they both step aside.

your brows furrow before your heart rate increases.

arthur.

he stood from behind the wall, a bunch of flowers in his hand, and a smile on his face.

“oh my god.” you whisper before you step forward toward him.

arthur lowers the flowers, bringing you into his arms, holding you tightly like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

“what the hell are you doing here! you said you were working!” you exclaim, your voice muffled into his chest.

“surprise!” he chuckled, playing with your hair.

“i’m so happy you came.” you move your head from his chest to look up at him.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

arthur closes the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. holding you like you were fragile. always so gentle with you.

“this doesn’t feel real.” you say, looking at both chris and george as they stood there with big grins on their faces.

“it’s real.” arthur says, bringing you close to him again.

“finally, i can have a drink now.” george says, stepping into your flat with chris following behind him laughing.

“happy birthday my love.” arthur mutters to you, kissing the side of your face.

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arthur hill nsfw alphabet? i was told specifically to ask you, plus your writing is perfection mwahhh xx

# NSFW ALPHABET ★ arthur hill

word count: 1.9k. ♡

content: smut/nsfw content, bdsm mentions, rough sex, somno mention, stuff like that

author note: thank you for your kind words honey and i hope this is okay for you!! x also this isnt proofread so ignore any typos

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’ll tease you a little, but it’s all gentle touches and light kisses to your face. He’ll cuddle you for a little while, and then decide to finally get up and give you a bath. He’ll light a candle, grab some snacks and some water, put a movie on and then bring you back to bed and spend the night cuddled up to you. He’ll offer constant reassurance like are you okay?, you did so well for me, beautiful.

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

On you: Thighs. Biggest thigh man to ever exist. Mentioned them being his ‘secret kink’ on the useless hotline podcast once and you haven’t let him live it down since. You’ll always wear shorts and skirts around him to drive him crazy, and he’ll always have a hand on your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh to mark you up.

On himself: His hair. He loves when your fingers run through the locks, when you pull at his mullet as soon as he slips inside of you. The way you beg him not to cut it? He’s never changing a thing.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He prefers to cum on you instead of inside you. He’s a little cautious when it comes to the idea of you getting pregnant, but has thought about filling you up a lot more than he’d like to admit. He prefers to see your face painted with his cum, though—loves to paint your tits, your thighs, and then have you suck every last drop from his fingers afterwards.

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

He really likes the idea of being caught. Especially by Chris and George. He’ll purposefully rile you up when you come over and then he’ll drop a better be quiet, baby, don’t want them to hear, yeah? and then he ruins you until you have no choice but to make too much noise. Arthur will fuck into you that little bit harder when he hears Chris’s feet padding into the kitchen to get a glass of water in the middle of the night. He’ll wait until George is scrolling in bed on his phone and then he’ll sit you on his cock and have you whining for hours.

The best part? Both Chris and George are aware of it. An unspoken thing between the three of them. Arthur knows that it riles them up, knows that they jack off to it, and they know they can’t bring it up without admitting they wank to their best mate fucking his girlfriend. 

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not too experienced, but he knows exactly what you like and he has perfected it. So, there isn’t much left to work on. He can have you moaning underneath him within a few seconds so you have never underestimated him during sex.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, purely because he likes to watch tears prick at your eyes when you’re close. He likes to watch the way your face twists in pleasure with every thrust—it’s mesmerising, should be hung in the louvre. The intimacy is definitely a plus, though. He’ll a press a kiss to the tip of your nose at times, making you giggle underneath his weight.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He tries his best to be serious–bless him–but he’s just a bundle of laughs most of the time. The two of you are naturally funny and always bounce off of each other's jokes, so when Arthur makes a joke about how long it took you to get your clothes off, you’re holding your face with embarrassment and laughing into your palms. It’s near his climax where his brows furrow and he can’t seem to focus on your subtle teasing, he’s just too overwhelmed with pleasure.

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

He’s a little careless, but tries to trim it every few weeks just to keep up with it. Not really bothered about it otherwise. Same with you, he couldn’t care less.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s romantic, but it’s subtle. A sweet kiss to your lips when he’s stretching you out, a breath of praise when your lips wrap perfectly around his cock. Sex is an intimate thing for him, but he has a naturally subtle way of loving you (which you don’t mind at all) and that applied to sex too. He makes it known, but doesn’t overwhelm you with it.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off a lot. Being on tour for months is difficult for you both and he can’t help but get riled up at the thought of you just being there with him. Sometimes you’ll travel with him on the tour bus, but you have your own work to do, so it’s not often that you get to see him on tour outside of the actual concerts. He just wants to touch you, to feel the familiar warmth of your skin against his fingertips. Most nights when he can’t sleep he’ll slip his hand into his boxers and jerk pathetically into his hand just to feel closer to you.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves to praise you and loves to be praised, it’s raw and it’s real and it drives him crazy to know that he’s making you feel good. He’s a naturally rough person in the bedroom: a hand on your throat, a harsh slap to your ass, forcing you on your knees and slipping his cock down your throat with little to no mercy, all of that stuff. He’s a dacryphiliac, which makes edging and overstim so fun for him. He’ll bring you right to the edge over and over until tears spill down your cheeks and then he’ll let you cum only to do it three or four more times. By the end of it your makeup is ruined, your legs are shaking and he’s just looking at you like you’re heaven on earth. He dabbles in somnophilia, loves to wake you up with his head between your thighs and loves it even more when you wait until he’s asleep for you to slip your fingers inside of your cunt only for him to wake up and ruin you anyway. 

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere with a mirror. This man loves to see you bent over and taking him like you were made to. He loves to see your face when you cum, loves to force your eyes forward so that you can watch as he takes you apart.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you let an oh, yeah? slip mid conversation. It catches him off guard, and turns him on so much. Especially during arguments, when you sound so hot bitching about whatever has pissed you off. He’s a sucker for a bossy and bitchy girlfriend. 

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He probably won’t degrade you, at least not too heavy. He prefers to be sweet with his words while he defiles your body. It turns you both on more to see the contrast of the two. A sweet such a good girl for me, aren’t you? while his grip bruises your hips and his hand wraps around your throat.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a top tier munch, and will always prefer to give head instead of receive it. He loves when you’re on your knees for him, but nothing beats the taste of you after a long day. How your thighs wrap tightly around his head, how your back arches off the bed when his tongue flicks over your clit. It’s everything he’s ever wanted and more. He’ll sometimes lay between your legs and lap at your cunt even if he’s not actively trying to make you cum. You’ll push at his curls playfully to protest, but he’s all let me clean you up, yeah? and before you know it he’s down there another hour.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It differs and depends on the situation. He can be rough and fast, but he’s usually rough and slow. Harsh, deep but pure. It’s almost contradicting that he moves slow like he’s afraid to break you, and then slams into you like he’s ready to glue you back together if he has to.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan of them, but wouldn’t mind dragging you into a storage room or a shitty pub bathroom to bend you over. It’s all about time and place.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not very risky, but does experiment with you a lot. As long as he knows what you want and how you want it, he’ll do it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually one long round is enough for you both, but depending on how he’s feeling on the day he may go two or three before he has to tap out.

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

Definitely something he’d be open to but he isn’t into it enough to bring it up to you. If you bring it up, he’ll buy whatever you want, but if not then it’ll sit in the back of his mind.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, this man can tease. Light touches where you need him the most, filthy words slipping past his lips when you’re with a group of friends, it’s all just to see you riled up. Even in the privacy of your own room, he’s a tease. He’ll push you until you beg for it.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So vocal. Whining, moaning, panting into your ear all the time. He’s letting you know that you’re taking him so well and making him feel amazing. It boosts your ego and it’s fucking sexy, so why not?

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to keep polaroids of you in lingerie. He has a camera specifically for it, and will always take photos of you on your knees for him in a pretty pink lace set, and then one after with cum all over your face and your lingerie hanging off your body. He gets off to them of course, and they’re in a secret envelope in his drawer. You think it’s embarrassing to be the star of his show, but he loves it, so you don’t mind.

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

He’s packing. More girth than length, but it’s above average regardless. Curves slightly to hit that spot inside of you and make you feel so full. It’s perfect.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The two of you will have sex two to three times a week depending on schedules, but his sex drive isn’t that high. He just misses you a lot and that usually turns into sex when you finally get to see each other again.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep quite quick, but he always makes sure that you’re settled and relaxed before shutting his eyes. He’ll hold you close and fall asleep with your head on his chest. You’ll eventually fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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[luvdixon]

I just read your nsfw george headcannons and i NEED the same with james marriott.

please im on my knees begging 😭😭😭

# NSFW ALPHABET ★ james marriott

word count: 2k. ♡

content: smut/nsfw content, bdsm mentions, switch!james, somno mention, petplay mention, rough sex etc

author note: james marriott lookalike competition hosted in my bedroom tonight!!!! thank you for requesting. also this isn’t proofread so if there’s any typos ignore them for me thanks darlin x

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

James is reassuring and caring, but not too much to the point of potentially overwhelming you. He’ll kiss your forehead, clean you up and grab you some water. He’s not overly touchy in such a vulnerable moment, and since you both value personal space, it works out pretty well. Only when you shift closer to him, he’ll wrap his arm around you and envelope you in his warmth. 

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

On you: Your thighs. You literally cannot wear a skirt around this man—he is a feral dog when it comes to you and your thighs. He’ll always have his hand on them when he’s sat beside you, whether it be at a fancy music event or a simple car ride. He’s a sucker for being between them, too. Being crushed between them is honestly his ideal way of dying—it adds to the experience of eating you out and overall drives him fucking crazy. 

On himself: His arms. He picks you out of every single crowd at his shows and he watches you staring at how his forearms flex as he plays his guitar. The way you cling to his bicep whenever the two of you walk side by side? When your fingers trace each vein in his arm? He’s a goner. 

HM: His hands. He purposefully plays the guitar around you because he knows that you’ll go crazy once you see his fingers moving like that.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Bit of a sensory nightmare for him, so he prefers to finish inside of you. He’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ears and ramble about how you’re his and that’s enough convincing for you. It’s rare, but he’ll occasionally cum on your face if you give him a blowjob.

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

He would share you with Will if you asked. Maybe not in the relationship, but he would let Will fuck you while he watched. It’s not something that he thinks is ever going to come up, and plans to take this secret to the grave, but there’s a connection between him and Will that he can’t deny. Whatever it is, he would pay to see you sat on Will’s face while he fucks into you.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced. Very humble about it, though. It isn’t really something that he’s ever thought about—experience doesn’t matter as long as you’re having a good time. Once he learned the things that make you see stars, he never looked back. Doesn’t matter what other things he can do, if you don’t like it he won’t even bring it up.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. He likes having that power over you. His hands on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock. There’s definitely a back tattoo involved that he just can’t resist—needs to see it when he’s deep inside of you. He’ll switch it up a lot, gets bored of one position if it’s used too often, but doggy is his overall favorite. Especially on days where he’s feeling slightly off about himself, it leaves no room for you to look at him in such a bad state. (Of course, as soon as you realise the reasoning behind his lack of intimacy, you’ll take the time to worship every inch of him and show him how beautiful he really is.)

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It’s hard for him to be serious with you, even when it’s an organized scene. Even if it’s something that you’ve planned. He just can’t stay in character. He’ll always let out a breath of air when he struggles to unclip your bra, and you’ll burst into a fit of giggles when you bump noses when kissing. It doesn’t make the moment less special. In fact, you would say that it adds to your relationship.

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

Trimmed but not bare. He doesn’t like to be clean shaved, but doesn’t like too much going on. Another big sensory thing for him. But he’s a bush enthusiast and literally does not care what you do with yours. Thinks you’re a goddess either way.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a lot more romantic than most would think. Peppering kisses over your face when he first enters you, holding your hand when the stretch is a little too much for you to handle. He has his moments where he’s driven by pure lust, but it’s mostly very special to him and he likes to be romantic with you.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not big on jacking off unless the two of you are apart. He’s also very awkward when it comes to sexting, so unless you start it, he’ll just pathetically jerk into his own hand while looking at pictures of you. If he’s feeling bold he’ll send you a photo of his cum–stained hand afterwards with a cringe caption underneath. He jacked off a lot on his tour, though. You couldn’t make it to a lot of his shows due to work and personal reasons and he had to spend so much time away from you that it almost killed him.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s a switch, but leans more on the service top side. His main priority is you and your pleasure. Whether he’s ordering you around the bedroom with a hand around your throat or he’s whimpering underneath you while you ride him, his only focus is making you feel good. He dabbles in stuff like petplay, somno, and impact play, all of which play a huge part in his sex life. He loves praise regardless of whether it’s giving or receiving. He likes degradation, but mostly receiving. He’s gotten so used to it after years of being Will’s friend that it now turns him on when you’re angry with him. He loves pulling your hair, loves when you pull his hair. Big breeding kink, like this man needs to cum inside of you or he’ll die. His dirty talk is filthy, always talking about claiming you and making you his. He likes bondage, but isn’t an expert in it so the two of you keep it to a minimum (handcuffs, blindfolds etc). James will try anything, and is into quite a lot.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom feels the safest, the most mundane. It’s comfortable, and it’s perfect for every scene. He likes mirror sex in the bathroom, but the position is a little awkward and gets uncomfortable after a while. He has a weird thing for fucking you in his tour bus—it might be his favorite place to have sex outside of the bedroom.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you lazily mouth at his skin in an attempt to show innocent affection, when you nip at his ear in public and disguise it as a business message that you’ve been asked to pass on, when you shift in his lap after claiming you’re just getting comfortable. Everything you do gets him going, honestly.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not too fond of degrading you, it’s rare he’ll say something mean to you during sex outside of the occasional slut here and there. He doesn’t like if you take away more than one of his senses at a time (like, he wouldn’t want to be handcuffed and blindfolded) since it sends him into a bit of a panic. 

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It’s even. He loves giving you head, it’s one of his favorite things in the entire world. He would lay between your thighs for hours and hold you down while you whined and shook beneath him. He’s good at it, too. His tongue is so perfect, so skilled against your core. On the other hand, he does love when your lips are pretty and pink around his cock. It’s a sight that he’ll never be able to erase from his mind. He loves when you’re on your knees, when you take it so well. 

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s slow, careful not to hurt you too much, but he’s deep and sensual to make you feel it. He’ll be fast on occasion—perhaps a quickie or simply just him being desperate will trigger this—but he’s mostly slow, calculated and sensual.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They’re a little awkward to think about, but when you whisper something filthy in his ear while at the pub with his friends, he has no choice but to slip his hand underneath your skirt and lazily rub his finger over your clothed clit for hours until you’re writing and panting beside him. Then it’s all james, i’m sorry—god, need you, and he’s dragging you to the pub bathroom to fuck your brains out.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He does take risks, and is very open to experiment, but within reason. He’s never one to ignore you or your needs, and will often carry out many fantasies that you have.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go multiple, but he does like to edge you and drag one round on for as long as he can before tears are streaming down your face. Three at most, but two is usually what he does with you.

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

Will jokingly bought him a fleshlight for a video once. James took it home. He uses it, denies it afterwards, and thinks of you while he does. You know about it, but don’t bring it up because you’re afraid he’ll stop and you won’t be able to hear him fucking into it late at night when he claims he’s having an early night. As for you, he likes to buy toys for you and loves to use them on you, but he prefers to give you pleasure directly.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you. He finds it very amusing to give you faux sympathy when you’re begging for his cock, and loves to mock your pouts and your whines when you’re desperate.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He makes noise, but not much. He’ll grunt and pant into your ear when he’s inside of you, maybe let a whine or two slip when you clench around him, but that’s it. 

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves being bitten. Doesn’t know when it started, but he remembers you biting into his shoulder to contain your noises one night and he came on the spot. Now, he begs you sink your teeth into his biceps while you ride him and you obey every damn time. The way his jaw falls slack and his pupils blow when you break skin is such a deadly combo. He looks so fucked out, so fucking perfect when you mark him up like you own him.

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

Bigger than average in both length and girth, curved slightly. It’s literally the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. It fits perfectly down your throat and keeps your cunt full, so it’s perfect in your books.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s not too high, but high enough for the two of you to have sex a few times a week. It’s usually just late night touching that turns to clashing teeth and high pitched moans, but sometimes you’ll plan it. You’ll make it last a while.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll fall asleep after you, making sure you’re snug against him and in a deep sleep before he even closes his eyes.

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[luvdixon]

GF HEADCANONS ❥ BECKY JAMES

contains: girl reader, wuh luh wuh, becky being a cutie gf, smut, sexual suggestions, angst.

a/n: becky is actually my wife guys. finally doing this with her!!!🤗

girlfriend!becky… omg she’s seriously the best gf without a doubt.

girlfriend!becky… who spoils you rotten, absolutely loves buying you things.

girlfriend!becky… your love language in public is definitely taking the piss out of each other.

girlfriend!becky… but in private she’s stuck to you, finding any way to touch you.

girlfriend!becky… who’s literally the funniest partner ever, like you’re never ever bored with her. she always has something going on or something to say.

girlfriend!becky… loves that you adopt her humour cause you find her too funny.

girlfriend!becky… shares everything with you, clothes, makeup etc.

girlfriend!becky… who introduced you to most of the alcohol that you drink.

girlfriend!becky… uses any excuse to go on a night out with her girl.

girlfriend!becky… hypes you up at any given opportunity, your instagram posts are full of her comments. unapologetically flirts with you in your comment section.

“my gorgeous girl.” “pretty girl.” “come home now x”

girlfriend!becky… is soooo protective of you, like if anyone gets even slightly rude to you she’s piping up straight away like, “what did you just say? say it again?”.

girlfriend!becky… loves the friendship you’ve formed with someone her friends like shannon, mia and sarah. finds it so adorable that you’ve made effort to be friends with them, and vice versa.

girlfriend!becky… who’s love language is physical touch.

girlfriend!becky… so touchy in general but gets so much worse when she’s drunk.

girlfriend!becky… needs to be with you at all times when she’s drunk. not even just because she’s drunk but because you feel like she can be a liability sometimes when she’s pissed so you’re babysitting your girlfriend x

girlfriend!becky… calls you cute pet names

“babe, love, darling, gorgeous.”

NSFW

girlfriend!becky… definitely a 🍒 girl.

girlfriend!becky… you were her first time with a girl so she experienced so many more things with you than she did with any man.

girlfriend!becky… who’s mostly a dom and will take more control than you will.

girlfriend!becky… loves praising you.

“you’re going so good for me, gorgeous girl.” “keep doing that for me babe, that’s it.”

girlfriend!becky… jealous sex>>>>

girlfriend!becky… she gets very possessive so she’ll take you home after a night out and will definitely show you that you’re hers and hers only.

girlfriend!becky… doesn’t get long acrylics anymore for a reason🤗

girlfriend!becky… gets very pussy drunk easily.

girlfriend!becky… after you cum the first time she’ll just keep going until she’s done.

DURING AN ARGUMENT

girlfriend!becky… can hold her own for sureeee, does well in an argument.

girlfriend!becky… will defend herself when she needs to but always hears you out or resolves it with you straight away.

girlfriend!becky… hates going to bed angry. also hates when she has to go film a video after an argument cause she’s so out of it and it’s really not like her.

girlfriend!becky… she hates arguing with you though so mid argument she’ll be like “i hate this” and it stops immediately.

girlfriend!becky… who avoids arguments as much as she can cause she knows you can get overstimulated so easily.

girlfriend!becky… her accent also just makes her sound way angrier than she is.

girlfriend!becky… there’s definitely silence after the argument but the conversation after goes like this;

“do you hate me?” “no, y/n, i don’t hate you i just wish you’d listen to me.”

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[luvdixon]

Putting this here because I couldn't comment on your repost w/o commenting on the original posts, obvs. But regarding the whole unpopular opinions thing. George very clearly isn't doing clip farming to please YOU in particular (not you, well, sorta kinda, yk?), he's doing it because he thinks it's funny, and very clearly gets a reaction out of his chat, and, well, it literally does its job. I see those clips EVERYWHERE on tt. The atv opinion, very heavily agree with you, why watch him if you can only watch him with other people in it?? Just watch those people's videos with him in it?? It's just the same thing? Like, common sense, guys. Humour is subjective, and in this day and age, it's very clear that it's true. I get not finding KSI funny, or enjoying a certain person's content from time to time. But, really, was there a NEED to comment on it? Just don't watch them? I swear, it really wasn't that hard to NOT click on a video. Just a few select things that came to mind.

this took me ages to comprehend but i'm 90% sure you're siding with me on this so thank you yes preach😭😭absolutely no need to claim you dislike someone's content and then continue to watch them it's so pointless. like if you only like atv in other people's vids then just watch those?? there’s a difference between an opinion and just being rude.

i don’t like some people’s content so i don’t watch it. and i hate people who say their stuff is cringe or they try too hard. that’s their job😭some of it is cringe but all of these people make bank and i respect it.

if u don’t like someone don’t watch them. nobody cares abt what u have to say😭such a shady post

[luvdixon]

guys i promise ur request is being written i’m just very picky about what i post and when i post it!! so don’t worry i’m not ignoring it on purpose 🫶🏼

[luvdixon]

AB car sex in the defender 🫶🏽🫶🏽

SHUT UP AND DRIVE ❥ ALFIE BUTTLE

contains: smut, established relationship, car sex, public sex? unprotected sex (be safe pls), touching whilst driving.

a/n: did what i could with this request but i couldn’t say no to it 😝

you and alfie had just left a young la event in london, both wearing gorgeous outfits. alfie suited up in a black tuxedo, and you in a silk white maxi dress.

you had practically been all over each other all night, not leaving each others side. both being just as touchy as each other.

alfie always having a casual hand on your thigh when sat, trailing dangerously low on your back when walking around.

as you’re walking back to his car, hand in hand, you turn to him quietly, “you really do look fit in that suit.”

“you look gorgeous.” he replies, eyes moving all over your body. quite literally giving a definition to eye fucking.

you both get into the defender, music filling the silent tension between you. seeing alfie’s hands flexing on your thigh was really doing something to you. he quickly takes his hand off your leg to change gears, letting you have the ability to put your hand on his thigh.

your hand lingers dangerously close to his crotch, seeing him twitch makes you smile knowing the hold you have over your boyfriend.

“behave yourself.” he mumbles, glancing to the side at you with a serious look on his face.

“i’m not doing anything babe.” you state innocently, fingers brushing over his crotch making him groan.

“we’re not even home yet.” he grumbled, bucking his hips slightly into your hand, silently begging for you to touch him.

“has that stopped us before?” you raise your eyebrows, fiddling with his belt.

alfie sucks on his teeth, inhaling sharply as you unbuckle his belt.

“focus on the road.” you say as you concentrate on his pleasure, he was looking too good for you not to do anything.

“y/n.” alfie says sternly, grabbing your wrist.

“you don’t want to?” you look up at him.

“of course- god of course i want to. but i need to fuck you, no teasing. let me pull over.” he mumbles, eyes looking low through the windshield.

after a few minutes, he finds a quiet place that no one will pass, but the thought of someone hearing you moan his name was sending adrenaline through his veins.

“fuckin’ come here.” he grumbles before pulling you close to kiss your lips, hands trembling across your body.

“alfie- need you.” you exhale against his lips, hands tracing his abs through his white button up shirt, the first few unbuttoned ones enough to spur you on.

“yeah girl? need me?” he flashed his eyebrows up with a dangerous smirk playing on his lips, but under the cocky act he desperately needed you.

without a word, you hop out of the front seat on the defender and jump into the backseat, starting to unzip your own dress. clearly inpatient for your boyfriend.

“slow down girl, i’m not going anywhere.” alfie slows you down, jumping in the backseat next to you. his hands slowly unzip your dress, pressing small kisses to your shoulder as you trails down.

you turn around and unbutton his shirt whilst kissing his lips, pulling the bottom from being tucked into his trousers.

“so fuckin’ needy today.” he speaks against your neck, groaning as you palm him through his boxers whilst tugging down his pants.

“always for you.” you smile, laying down on your back underneath him.

you feel him push his hips against yours, making you feel how hard he was and him feeling how wet you were. you gasp at the feeling of him against you.

“jesus alfie.” you exhale, the size of him always taking you aback.

alfie pushes himself into you slowly, cursing as he does. sweat already beading at his forehead at the heat of the car. windows fogged up.

his hips start moving at a quick pace, alfie also starting to feel impatient, having waited all night to get you like this.

“keep going,” you let out a small moan as he repeatedly hits the same spot over and over again, “don’t stop- please don’t stop.”

“not gonna stop baby.” he grunts, moving your thighs to be under his arms so he can hit a deeper spot inside you.

“fuckin hell.” he groans, tipping his head back in pleasure.

you buck your hips up to meet his thrusts, feeling your orgasm creeping up on you, making you even more needier.

“please. alfie, need to cum.” you gasp at the pleasure your boyfriend was causing your body to feel, never getting used to the feeling of being with him like this.

“cum for me, darling.” he urges you, his hand going between your bodies to your clit, pushing your further.

your thighs tremble under his touch as your orgasm washes over you, squeezing him enough to make him spill inside of you, his hips stilling.

he lets out a groan into your neck as you both come down from your high, breathless. alfie always managing to take away your breath.

“your fuckin’ inpatient girl.” he chuckles lightly, sitting up, dressing again ready to drive home.

“you clearly weren’t complaining alfie.”

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