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A GLIMPSE OF US ❥ ALFIE BUTTLE!

contains: smau, the process of reader and ab going from friends to lovers through social media, madison beer used as face claim.

a/n: i love doing smau’s 😝😝

yourusername: ur fav friendgroup are on holiday , watch out👹

liked by alfiebuttle, glambyflo and others

livvydimartino: ur so gorgeous

┃yourusername: ilysm xx

alfiebuttle: motive with the gang

┃yourusername: omg is that the yoo family guy???

italianbach: slay diva

┃yourusername: i pray for liv everyday

sabinablair_: i love seeing ur face everyday

┃yourusername: and if i kiss u then what xx

user13: just me who thinks ab and y/n would look so cute together???

┃alfiebuttle: i agree

┃yourusername: what was that? must’ve been the wind x

yourusername: lil moi dump xx

liked by wroetoshaw, alfiebuttle and others

alfiebuttle: u look alright girl

┃yourusername: cheers alf

glambyflo: here’s the beauty

┃yourusername: ty angel xx

user87: met you today you were so nice 🥹

┃yourusername: so good to meet u cutie

┃wroetoshaw: she’s horrible what u on about

┃yourusername: shuuuush

sabinablair_: KISSESSSS

┃yourusername: josh can you fight !!!!!

user23: everyone’s ignoring alfie’s comment ??

yourusername: loving summer w my babies🥹

liked by theburntchip, alfiebuttle and others

chrismd10: bach is a heavy boy

┃yourusername: he almost crushed ur little body bless x

livvydimartino: ur literally angelic

┃yourusername: leave bach and date me pls xx

alfiebuttle: guy in eighth pic is wham

┃yourusername: he is yeah🫦

theburntchip: my bestie

┃yourusername: ly mate xx

user76: isn’t that alfie carrying her?

user56: AB and y/n need to get together already

user0: everyone knows they like each other except them

❤️ by theburntchip, sabinablair_ and others

yourusername: final night 🥲 don’t ever wanna leave this special place

liked by alfiebuttle, chrismd10 and others

sabinablair_: cutie girl

┃yourusername: kissing u

alfiebuttle: ice cream was leng

┃yourusername: my names not ice cream ????

arthurtv: no way you got a photo of me and chris sleeping 😭

┃yourusername: so sorry my friend

livvydimartino: let’s leave the boys in england next time xx

┃yourusername: wholeheartedly agree babe xx

┃glambyflo: oh definitely

theburntchip: was a movie

┃yourusername: hell yeah rn

italianbach: can i steal your hat

┃yourusername: ofc just don’t do anything weird?

georgeclarkeey: why do i look like i’m third wheeling

┃yourusername: cause you are x

user5: alfie and y/n’s comments??? the photo???

user34: no one’s talking about the fifth photo ok

user9: picture 5 is def y/n and AB

yourusername: hard launch? alfiebuttle

liked by alfiebuttle, livvydimartino and others

alfiebuttle: came back home with a mrs 💪

┃yourusername: muah 💋

livvydimartino: FINALLYYYY

┃yourusername: teehee😋

sabinablair_: so happy for u girl xx

┃yourusername: thank you sab🥹xx

theburntchip: double date soon?

┃yourusername: um maybe x

┃alfiebuttle: no

glambyflo: war is overrrr

┃yourusername: LOOOL

chrismd10: finally don’t have to deal with the insufferable flirting from alfie

┃alfiebuttle: no you’ll still hear it

┃yourusername: bless xxx

tags: @luvdixon @livvymd @jamiekluivert @lilyyxoii @camaluvs @wherethezoes-at @madsclarkey

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[texting]

stiles: I have a question for you.

derek: yes, I’d cry if you died.

derek: yes, I’d still love you if you were a worm.

derek: yes, I still love you.

derek: no, I don’t want to break up with you.

stiles: ok, thank you.

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Stiles is such a fucking it girl. He hangs around a bunch of mysterious brooding hot people and is always at the center of some murder mystery and or crime, which he is usually the one to solve because he is smart as fuck. And his dad is the sheriff. He is the center of Beacon Hills and runs an entire fucking wolf pack and a half and is also the anchor for one of the alphas.

It girl

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i need more

summary: you and harry have a friends with benefits situation, but it isn’t enough for you anymore pairing: harry lewis x reader warnings: slight sexual themes but nothing major, angst wc: 1.5k a/n: slowly venturing into different people and writing styles, please lmk what you all think!

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you always felt so guilty the morning after. the guilt wasn’t loud—it was soft, slow-burning, the kind that settled into your bones before you were even fully awake. your bed still smelled like him: his cologne, the sweat from his neck, the faint warmth of his skin still pressed into the sheets. but when your hand reached over to the other side of the bed, it was always empty. cold. untouched, like he had never been there at all.

and that hurt in a way you didn’t like to admit.

you appreciated the boundaries—or at least, you tried to. you appreciated that harry always kept things simple, that he respected what you both agreed to: no sleepovers, no cuddling after it turned quiet, no pretending this was something it wasn’t. it would be weird if he stayed the night, you told yourself. weird if he laid beside you despite the fact that just minutes earlier he had completely ruined you—left you breathless, shaking, and split open under his touch.

he always stayed for a little while after. not long—ten minutes at most. sometimes fifteen if you begged him to lie there with you just a little longer, which you never actually did out loud. instead, you just hoped he’d get the hint when you rolled into his chest, or when you kept tracing idle lines over his stomach like it meant nothing.

he’d kiss your hair, sometimes your cheek. his fingers would draw soft, absentminded circles in the small of your back, and he’d ask, quietly, ‘you okay?’

you always said yes. because you were. physically. emotionally, though—it was like something in you folded inward the second he stood up.

you hated how routine it had become. the way he’d move around the room like it wasn’t your bed he was leaving, like it wasn’t your body he had just been inside. he’d pull on his shirt, ruffle his hair back into place, slide on his shoes like he was trying not to wake you—except you were always awake. watching. waiting.

you tried to pretend that’s what you wanted. that it was fine. friends with benefits, right? easy. uncomplicated. two people scratching an itch, helping each other out without all the messy emotions getting in the way.

but lately? it didn’t feel easy anymore. it felt heavy.

you didn’t know exactly when it shifted. maybe the third or fourth time he left without looking back. maybe the first time you watched the door close behind him and had to bury your face in the pillow just to quiet the sting building behind your eyes.

part of you tried to rationalise it. maybe you felt ashamed. maybe it was the idea of using each other—reduced to bodies and nothing else—that made you feel so… hollow. maybe it was society whispering old shame into your ear, calling you needy or clingy or a slut.

but the truth was louder.

you didn’t feel used. you felt unseen.

you didn’t feel dirty. you felt invisible.

because you didn’t want to be just a body to him. you didn’t want the door to click shut after he left. you didn’t want to wake up to cold sheets and silence. you wanted more.

you wanted to wake up to him still beside you, arms tangled around your waist, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. you wanted the weight of him still in your bed—not just in the echo of last night, but in the warmth of a shared morning. you wanted to kiss him when his voice was still hoarse with sleep, to press lazy kisses into his chest while he mumbled something half-asleep.

you wanted to keep him. not just for the night. but for the morning, too.

and maybe that was the real reason it hurt so much—because he never asked to stay. because deep down, you knew you’d say yes every single time.

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you got out of bed slowly, the imprint of his body still faint on the mattress beside you. the room felt colder without him, not just in temperature, but in atmosphere—like something essential had left with him. you wrapped the blanket around yourself and stood in the middle of the room, unsure what to do with the silence he left behind. sadness lingered in the air like smoke after a candle’s been blown out, curling into the corners, sinking into your skin.

your days had become a series of tasks, strung together like beads on a fraying string—each one meant to distract you, to keep your mind busy until the next time he came back. because that one hour every other night, when his hands were on your skin and his mouth spoke only to you, meant the world. it meant too much.

today, you filled it like any day that you didn’t have work. you showered first, letting the hot water burn your skin, scrubbing away any trace of harry—his scent, his touch, the memory of his breath against your neck. you changed your sheets, folding the ones he laid on, stuffing them deep in the laundry basket, trying not to inhale as you did it. you picked a new set—clean, unscented, empty.

then you left. out into the world. you wandered aimlessly through shops. retail therapy. you tried on clothes you didn’t need. bought candles you wouldn’t burn. filled your hands with bags just to fill the ache in your chest.

by late evening, you were home again. your flat was dim, still, quiet in that way that made every sound feel louder. you made dinner—something simple, something mindless—your movements mechanical. you set the table for one. not because you expected him to join, but because you always, always knew he wouldn’t.

afterwards, you sat in the living room, curled into the corner of the couch, candlelight flickering across the walls. the city beyond your window was cloaked in darkness, soft traffic noises humming in the distance. you scrolled, flipped through shows you didn’t watch, tapped through social media without seeing any of it.

then—your phone buzzed.

10:14pm.

h <3

you free tonight? x

you stared at the message longer than you should’ve.

you felt everything at once—your heart lifting, your stomach tightening, your breath catching in your throat like a reflex. you hated how quickly you felt better. how quickly your fingers started typing.

you

yeah, come over x

you were always free. for him, you always would be.

you blew out the candle, stood, and walked toward your bedroom. changing into something soft. something he liked. not because he asked, but because you hoped—foolishly, quietly—that maybe tonight he’d stay. maybe tonight would be different.

maybe tonight, the ache wouldn’t follow you into sleep.

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you didn’t plan on saying anything. not tonight. you told yourself you could handle it just a little longer—just one more time. and then another. but when he pulled out of you and collapsed beside you, chest heaving, hair clinging to his forehead, something shifted.

he was still breathless, his fingers lazily tracing shapes on your bare thigh. the room smelled like sweat and skin and something too soft to name. for a moment, it was quiet in a way that didn’t feel lonely.

‘you okay?’ he asked, just like always.

you nodded, just like always.

but this time, you didn’t stop there.

your throat tightened. your fingers curled against your stomach. you stared up at the ceiling, gathering the courage from somewhere buried deep beneath the ache.

‘can i ask you something?’

his hand paused, then started moving again—slower, more thoughtful. ‘course. anything.’

you exhaled, the words catching a little on the way out. ‘why do you always leave?’

the question hung there, delicate and sharp.

he turned his head to look at you, brows pulling in. ‘i thought… i didn’t wanna overstep. i figured it’s what we agreed on.’

‘we did,’ you said quickly, too quickly. ‘we did. i just…’ you swallowed. ‘i think maybe i don’t want that anymore.’

he blinked. once. twice. his hand slipped away from your thigh, resting instead on the bed between you.

‘you don’t?’

‘no,’ you whispered. ‘i want you to stay.’

his jaw worked like he was trying to respond, but nothing came. you pushed yourself up a little, pulling the sheet around your chest, feeling suddenly more exposed now than when you were fully naked beneath him.

’it’s not just sex for me anymore,’ you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘i thought i could handle casual… that i could keep it simple. but i can’t.’

you paused, swallowing hard, fighting the sting behind your eyes. you needed to say it, even if it meant losing him for good.

‘every time you walk away, it feels like something inside me shatters. and i keep pretending i’m okay with it, but i’m not. i’m really not. i want more, harry. i want you. not just at night, not just in secret. in the morning too. all of it. all of you.’

the silence that followed was unbearable. you couldn’t look at him. your hands were shaking, your heart pounding against your ribs like it wanted out.

but then, quietly, he reached for your hand. his fingers slid over yours, slow and gentle, anchoring you.

‘you should’ve told me,’ he said softly.

‘i was scared,’ you whispered. ‘scared it’d ruin everything.’

he squeezed your hand. ‘you didn’t ruin anything.’ he paused, eyes searching yours. ‘honestly, i’ve been wanting to stay. i just didn’t think i was allowed to want that. i didn’t think you wanted that.’

your breath hitched.

‘so stay,’ you said, voice barely a whisper. ‘just… stay this time.’

he didn’t say anything. instead, he leaned in and kissed you—not with urgency, not with heat, but with something tender, something steady.

when he pulled back, he slid under the blanket beside you, pulling you into his chest. your legs tangled instinctively, his chin resting against the top of your head.

no rush. no goodbye. just breathing and warmth and quiet.

and when you finally fell asleep, for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel empty.

you felt held.

you felt home.

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AB boyfriend headcannons??? Love your work xx

# A.B HEADCANNONS ★ alfie buttle

word count: 940. ♡

content: nsfw content, fluff, angst, petnames, brief somno mention

author note: AB is not someone i know a lot about as i’m still learning to perfect his personality but this is what i’ve got so far 🤞🏻 hopefully this is good enough!!!

THE RELATIONSHIP…

Does NOT play about his girl. His location is on at all times, always texting and calling when the two of you are separated, arm around you in public, he makes it known that you’re his girl. Super open online about you too.

He hates when people tease and make fun of you. If one of the lads makes a joke about you, he’ll tell them to fuck off and mean it 100%. You assure him that you don’t mind and that it’s just banter but he will get in people’s faces if they say one bad thing about you.

If you’re arguing with a girl he’ll always let you handle yourself, but as soon as the girl’s boyfriend stands up he’s quick to follow. And as soon as the guy has something to say, Alfie will stand in front of you and threaten to beat the shit out of him. (Sometimes, if it comes to that, he will.)

He loves to splash out on you. He’ll buy you anything and everything as long as it makes you happy. A simple: “Alfie…” And he’s already grabbing his card for you.

Makes the effort to travel to you if you’re long distance/living in london, but he loves when you come to him and stay at the grotto with him. It’s cozy.

Always got an eye on you when you go to clubs with him and his friends. He won’t leave you alone for too long and stares at every man that looks at you to let them know you’re taken. 

Loves to have you on his lap in public. Nowhere to sit? You can sit on his lap, even in public transport. He doesn’t care what other people think as long as you’re comfortable.

Carries you to the car after a long night out. When your heels are hurting he’ll take them off for you and carry you all the way home if he has to.

Hand on your thigh in the car ALWAYS.

Love language is physical touch and gift giving. 

He loves to stream with you at the grotto. He knows you get bored when he’s busy streaming so he’ll call you in to talk to chat for a bit and then the two of you get lost in a horror game.  (stole this from this wonderful fic, go read it)

He gives you the aux at all times. The two of you have similar music tastes but you get grumpy if you can’t change songs whenever you want.

Big PDA man

IN ARGUMENTS…

You two rarely argue. He’s so whipped that he just agrees with you even if you’re wrong, but you do have your fair share of fights.

It’s usually over something silly, but sometimes it’s serious and you genuinely get upset.

If you walk out on him, he’ll chase after you. Especially at night. And if you’re in London he’ll ask his friends to help find you.

Never goes to bed angry. He sorts it out as quickly as he can to avoid upsetting you further.

He has a habit of raising his voice, which you hate. He’s learned to calm down quicker since becoming your boyfriend but he thinks he has to be loud to get his point across and that’s not the case.

Will smile if you slip up or stutter. He’ll giggle, which annoys you more, and then he pulls you in and all is forgotten.

He uses your insults to mock you months after the argument.

He used to hit things to get his anger out, and you’ve since taught him how to get his anger out in other ways. 

Most arguments end in sex. 

NSFW…

MUNCH. Will make you sit on his face for hours. It’s like an addiction to him he’s so pussy whipped.

He loves when you ride him and he gets to hold your hips and watch your tits bounce in front of him. Also loves when you get tired and he gets to take over, thrusting into you with no mercy.

Massive somno kink. The idea of waking you up with teasing touches is enough to kill him. He also loves when you try to get off on him while he’s asleep and he gets to punish you for it when you inevitably wake him up.

He gets hard easily. Even just the sight of you in a dress turns him on. He can’t help it.

Loves foreplay, which means he can go one really long round or two quite short ones. He has quite a lot of stamina but after two rounds it’s just the two of you grinding against each other sleepily.

He got you a necklace with his initial on it because he thinks it looks hot around your neck when he fucks you. You never take it off.

Loves when you rile him up in public and he gets to bend you over a shitty bathroom sink at a pub.

Sucker for car sex tbh. Loves having you in the backseat with the windows fogged up. 

He’s up for anything anytime. Bit of a crazy guy when it comes to sex. He’ll do it wherever and whenever as long as you’re comfortable.

Such a service top. He’s not submissive but he does like to put you first most of the time. Although, if you tease him or misbehave he’ll edge you for hours until you’re crying.

His hands are HUGE and you love them around your neck. He’s scared of hurting you so he doesn’t choke you fully but he does try his best to make it good for you without applying too much pressure.

﹫luvdixon ♡ do not reupload my content anywhere else & do not copy paste it and claim it as your own!

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ME, YOU AND PARADISE | a.buttle

summary : in which ab surprises you with a holiday trip starring : alfie buttle x fem!reader content : established relationship | genre : fluff | warning : none a/n : dedicated my first blog to ab in sm!au style. hope you all like it (sorry it's a bit short but more to come soon), and don't forget to reblog! mwah x <3

@yourusername: surprised! finally made it out of the grotto chat xxx tagged: @alfiebuttle ------------------- ❤️ alfiebuttle, sabinablair_ , and others | 💬 6,825 | ➤ 22,482 ------------------- @sabinablair_: omg im so jealous ! hope you're having fun x -> @yourusername: @sabinablair_ thank you my love! it's absolutely gorgeous here x

@livvydimartino: my favourite (minus ab, ofc) -> @yourusername: @livvydimartino i love you wifey <3 -> @alfiebuttle: stop flirting with my gf @livvydimartino -> @livvydimartino: @alfiebuttle sorry but we're married, she's my wife xx

@taliamar: can ab fight? -> @yourusername: @taliamar nah i dont think so xx -> @alfiebuttle: @yourusername excuse you, he absolutely can thank you very much.

@faithlouisak: stunning girl xx -> @yourusername: @faithlouisak thank you queen! miss you and cant wait to see you and little olive soon xx

@user: utterly obsessed with you!! where's the stunning dress from? ❤️ -> @yourusername: @user thank you angel! i got it from @ohpolly <3

@mollymae: holy mother smoking hot -> @yourusername: @mollymae you're my girl crush <3

@alfiebuttle just added to their story

@yourusername just added to their story

@alfiebuttle: took the missus on a holiday and now she doesn't want to go back to the grotto ... chat am i cooked? tagged: @yourusername ------------------- ❤️ yourusername, georgeclarkeey and others | 💬 8,235 | ➤ 24,340 ------------------- @yourusername: i'll only agree to go back to the grotto if you let me keep that kitten -> @user: @yourusername i hope you got your kitty ! -> @alfiebuttle: @yourusername fine fine you win, now pls can we go back to the grotto, wifey? -> @yourusername: @alfiebuttle ofc gimpy gimpy perm boy <3 -> @alfiebuttle: @yourusername i thought you love me ...

@georgeclarkeey: ab finally touching grass? -> @alfiebuttle: @georgeclarkeey i can do a whole lot more than touching grass ;) -> @yourusername: @georgeclarkeey @alfiebuttle you can keep him xx

@theburntchip: let her stay, i'll moving into the grotto with you -> @alfiebuttle: nah i'm good unc. @sabinablair_ he escaped again... -> @sabinablair_: @alfiebuttle keep him x -> @alfiebuttle: @sabinablair_ door

@user: post the vlog!! -> @alfiebuttle: lemme cook first

@yourusername just added to their story

@alfiebuttle: generational vlog coming soon | yt: ABvloggin tagged: @yourusername ------------------- ❤️ yourusername, theburntchip and others | 💬 9,238 | ➤ 18,992 ------------------- @yourusername: guys subscribe so he can get me that chanel bag pls xx -> @user: @yourusername ahahah you're so real queen x -> @alfiebuttle: @yourusername yo wtf

@calfreezzy: can't wait to talk about the yacht story on the podcast -> @alfiebuttle: absolutely not happening -> @yourusername: @calfreezy ahaha can't wait to tell the world about this generational fall x

@user: sounds like a bit of a movie you're cooking there x @user: yooo family

@user: when's the vlog out boss? -> @alfiebuttle: editing as we speak

@alfiebuttle just added to their story

@yourusername: never want to leave this place (also george said you lot better sub to my channel. yt: yourusername - vlog dropping this week) xx tagged: @alfiebuttle ------------------- ❤️ alfiebuttle, taliamar, and others | 💬 4,591 | ➤ 13,297 -------------------

@user: SHES SO FIT WTF -> @yourusername: @user thank you xx

@user: you're so fine, marry me instead @user: jealous of u @user: that tan and ur bodyyy omfgggg @user: not george having fomo xx @user: shes dropping a vlog whilst on holiday, what a queen x

@faithlouisak: my wifeyyyy so hott -> @yourusername: @faithlouisak i love you myyyyyy wifey for life <3 -> @alfiebuttle: how many goddamn wives do you have? @yourusername

@myamills: i need to know how many kinis did you packed ahaha x -> @yourusername: apparently not enough for a 2 weeks trip xx

@glambyflo: what a woman @glambyflo: my gorgeous gorgeous bestie xx -> @yourusername: @glambyflo i luv u bby xx

@bambinobecky: oh my lawwwd get on my bed rn x -> @yourusername: @bambinobecky omw hunnie xx -> @alfiebuttle: @yourusername did i just lost my gf to becky wtf

@yourusername: meet little sweet boy myko (named after mykonos) - our new member of the family <3 tagged: @alfiebuttle ------------------- ❤️ faithlouisak, chrismd10 and others | 💬 7,484 | ➤ 20,521 ------------------- @faithlouisak: oh my sweet, how adorableeeee!!! -> @yourusername: @faithlouisak i'll bring him to london next time so you can meet him! he's an absolute sweetheart! -> @alfiebuttle: @faithlouisak you can keep him

@theburntchip: happy wife, happy life, right? @alfiebuttle -> @alfiebuttle: haha absolutely mate

@chrismd10: i'm stealing your cat btw -> @yourusername: don't be upset just because shannon took smudge away from you -> @chrismd10: @yourusername you're evil y/n -> @georgeclarkeey: @yourusername pls he still has a photo of smudge's in his room ahahaha -> @alfiebuttle: @chrismd10 good luck with that mate ahaha

@bambinobecky: is it too early for another cat yet? -> @alfiebuttle: don't encourage her (she's already looking at adoption shelters...) -> @yourusername: @bambinobecky never too earlyyy ahaha!!

@alfiebuttle: cutie patootie -> @yourusername: @alfiebuttle soooo you do like him huh? -> @alfiebuttle: @yourusername he's alright i guess

@yourusername just added to their story

YOUTUBE - ABVloggin just posted a new video !

@ABVloggin : AB unlocked a new sidequest in Greece with @yourusername 221K views | 1 day ago 265 comments -------------------

user: yooo family user: generational vlog from gimpy gimpy perm boy user: we need more @yourusername in your vlog ❤️ by ABVloggin user: top 3 ab's vlogs for sureeee (thanks to y/n) yourusername: you cut out the clip of you falling down the stairs off the yacht?! • ABVloggin: the world will never see that.

YOUTUBE - yourusername just posted a new video !

@YOURUSERNAME : TRAVELING TO GREECE FOR THE FIRST TIME 🇬🇷 ft. AB 190K views | 1 day ago 135 comments -------------------

📌 pinned by yourusername ABVloggin: i can't believe you kept that clip in smh • yourusername: the world deserves to see that ;) user: y/n's vlogs are top notch. soo aesthetically pleasing, relaxing and therapeutic! her vlogs are so well edited! ❤️ by yourusername user: i've been waiting for this vlog ! user: 9:22 when ab fell down the stairs omfg i'm dyinggggg ❤️ by yourusername user: she is actually living the dream for real user: we need more vlogs asap pls ! • yourusername: they're coming i promise !

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Heyyy i have a couple of ideas for Alfie fics, one about them streaming a horror game or something together and maybe a bit of angst about the long distance, im not sure how you picture their relationship but if his gf is an influencer as well maybe she lives in London and he is obviously in Harrogate or sometimes away filming.

STREAMING ❥ ALFIE BUTTLE!

containing: pure fluff! just alfie being scared and reader laughing at him basically.

a/n: wanted to do this especially after seeing clips of him playing horror games 😭 thank you for requesting and i hope you’re happy with this xxx

you were sat in the living room of the grotto, quietly watching tv whilst alfie was streaming. very loudly. you had heard him scream once or twice so you assumed he was playing horror games.

your peace was disturbed by your boyfriend shouting your name, “y/n, come here please!”

you sighed before getting up and walking to his streaming room, cracking the door open slightly.

“you okay?” you asked quietly, not quite in the frame but the viewers could see you slightly.

“yeah, they wanna say hi to you. won’t stop nagging.” alfie turns in his seat to face you, gesturing you to come in.

you walk in slowly with a smile, looking at the chat. “hi everyone!”

“she’s here now leave me alone.” alfie says whilst pulling you to sit on his lap, an arm draped comfortably around your waist.

you wrap an arm around his neck whilst reading the chats, “someone said shut up gimp we prefer y/n over you.” you read out loud with a laugh.

“right, fuck off.” his brows furrowing jokingly toward the screen.

“what are you playing that has you screaming like that by the way?” you looked down at his face.

“oh this horror game i was playing with george.” he answered, subconsciously rubbing his thumb against your stomach.

“proper high pitch screaming.” you tease him, nudging him slightly.

“aye it was scary alright? leave me alone.” alfie argues defensively, as per.

“chat was it scary or is alf just a pussy?” you ask with a laugh at his offended face.

“right, chat — should we get y/n to play a horror game seeing as she’s calling me a pussy?” he raises his eyebrows, but then broke into a proud smile as the chat spammed ‘yes’.

“fuck sake i was watching telly you traitors.” you sighed, flipping off the viewers.

“what one do you wanna play?” he asked as he looked for ideas.

“there’s a few good roblox ones that bach and arthur play. kills me everytime.” you chuckle.

“let’s just play a random one.” he mumbles whilst looking for some games.

“right okay, me and the mrs are playing a horror game. she’s gonna scream more than me cause she called me a pussy earlier.” he smiles mockingly.

“piss off.” you playfully smack the back of his head.”

you both start playing a game, small jumps every once in a while, but nothing big had scared you yet.

“it’s going well so far.” alfie spoke confidently, and too soon if you say so yourself.

“mhm, so far.” you glance at him.

“yeah it’s pretty boring-“ he was immediately cut off by a big jump scare on screen making you jump slightly but he let out a loud scream.

“fuck sake.” he exhaled, before side eyeing you because you were laughing at him.

“oh my god.” you gasp whilst laughing, trying to get your breath.

“stop laughing man it’s not funny.” alfie spoke, trying to keep a straight face but couldn’t at your wheezes.

“that was so funny, i’m crying!” you laughed, not able to get a full sentence out. “i told you you’d be the one to scream alfie.”

“yeah yeah whatever.” he squeezed you, laughing a tiny bit. “anyway, we’re gonna wrap up the stream there. thank you for watching, see ya.” alfie concluded the stream.

“bye everyone.” you blew a kiss to the screen.

he ends the stream and you get up from his lap, rubbing his arm, “we should do that again.”

“fuck off are we.” he laughs before kissing your forehead.

tags: @luvdixon @livvymd @jamiekluivert @lilyyxoii @camaluvs @wherethezoes-at

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WHAT HAPPENS IN MONACO… ❥ ALFIE BUTTLE!

contains: mutual yearning with proximity, friends with benefits?smut, unprotected sex (be safe please), public sex kinda, fluff at the end if you squint.

a/n: hello🌚 i feel judged by my ancestors when i write smut @luvdixon 😭😭 anyways, hope you all enjoy x

the sun was shining in Monte Carlo, and the weather was boiling. you and your friends were here for the f1, and everyone was filming their own individual vlogs.

for the second day, you were all on a yacht to watch the racing. you were wearing a long, white, beautiful dress.

you weren’t sure if it was the hot weather or the alcohol buzzing through your body, but alfie looked good. you had never looked at him like this before. he was just your friend?

he was wearing a knitted vest, his biceps out on show, and his fresh mullet just topped everything off.

and somehow, chip saw you admiring him.

he nudged your side, “you rate him don’t you?”

“what are you talking about?” you sipped your champagne, acting oblivious.

“you like him!” chip teased, dragging on his sentence.

“i don’t like him, he just looks weirdly fit today.” you mutter into your glass.

“he’s been looking at you too, you know?” chip raised his eyebrows, making you hum in interest.

“really?” you ask, glancing toward alfie only to see him looking at you with his sunglasses covering his eyes.

“go talk to him.” chip urges you, slightly pushing you to walk in the direction that alfie was in.

“okay, okay.” you sigh, quickly fixing your hair and adjusting your dress to get your cleavage showing slightly more.

you made your way across the floor, feeling a flutter in your stomach at the potential night ahead you could have. alfie watched you walk all the way over to him, looking a bit too confident.

“hey.” you say in a quiet tone, sitting dangerously close to him that your thigh is pressing against his leg.

“you alright girl?” he asked with a grin, making your heart jump.

“yeah i’m good, just hot.” you fan yourself off, the heat and nerves you were feeling applying warmth to your skin.

“yeah.” he nods, scanning your body quickly but not quick enough that you’d miss it.

“i like your outfit.” you tease, sipping your drink as you obviously check him out right in front of his face. the sudden burst of confidence shocked the both of you.

“thanks, i like this dress.” he plays with the hem of the dress casually, “suits you.”

“you think?” you edge him to say more, wanting to hear his honest thoughts about the dress you were wearing that complimented your curves just in the right places.

“oh yeah.” he hummed, licking his lips. “gorgeous.” he confirmed.

“thanks alfie.” you leaned back against the lounger, your shoulder pressing against his. the skin contact making goosebumps rise on your arms.

“you’re staying with becky and gabs aren’t you?” he asks, turning to face you.

“yeah i am.” you nod, curious as to why he was asking.

“i think you should come back to our villa tonight.” he swipes his tongue against his cheek after he speaks.

“should i?” your voice drops slightly, but in a sultry tone.

“oh yeah, get a few drinks with us.” his eyebrow quirks, almost as if he was overly confident that you’d say yes. but he didn’t want you to come back to his for drinks, he wanted you to come back with him.

“yeah i will then.” you say after a moment of silence, making him nod with a smirk.

“mmm good.” he hums quietly.

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the night moves along smoothly in monaco, all of you enjoying the race and company. well, you and alfie specifically enjoying each others company.

after the conversation earlier in the evening, you were practically attached to the hip, but not on purpose. wherever you were, he was there. alfie always choosing to stand next to you, a discreet hand on your lower back, or on your thigh under the table.

the tension was undeniable. and at this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if everyone felt it. which they did. the looks to each other across the room, quick glances, whispering to each other. becky and gabby weren’t shocked when you said you were going back to his.

when you arrived at the boys’ villa, you were all incredibly drunk. which probably influenced your decision to come along, you weren’t so sure that if you were sober you’d be there.

but in the moment, you were there, with alfie.

“aren’t all the rooms taken, where will i stay?” you ask the group, but your eyes landing on alfie as he took his vest off, revealing his strong chest and sculpted abs.

“i’m sure alfie won’t mind you crashing with him, he’s got the biggest room, with a balcony.” chip winks, making your face flush.

“let me show you.” alfie speaks up from next to you, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you to his room.

you walked into the spacious bedroom. a bed, his stuff, the bathroom, the balcony.

you step outside the doors connecting to the large balcony, walking to the edge. alfie tailing behind closely.

your nails traced the shapes on the railing, looking down toward the pool, and out to the beautiful view.

a gasp escapes your lips as you feel arms slither around your waist, a strong scent behind you of the familiar man you’d been close to all night.

“like the view?” he mumbles, his lips moving against your ear making you shiver.

“yeah, beautiful.” you breathe out, suddenly the presence of him being so close had your heart hammering.

he hummed before speaking again, “i saw you staring at me all day, making it obvious hm?” he questions.

“you looked good.” you speak confidently, or atleast you were pretending to be confident, the shakiness in your words betrayed you.

“you too, but i wanna see what’s under this dress. that okay?” he pecks the back of your neck, slowly moving down to your shoulder, moving your hair to the other side.

“more than okay.” you gasp at the feeling of his lips against yours.

a silence fills you for a minute as he continues pressing his lips against your back, before you feel him reach your ear again and whispering, “if there weren’t so many people here, i’d bend you over this balcony right now.”

you shakily let out a breath, before plucking the courage to speak up without sounding like a nervous wreck. “you still can.”

he chuckles and spins you around by your waist, “you sure?” he double checks before he makes any other moves.

“very.” you nod, and before you can speak again his lips are on yours. tongues messily moving against each other, your hands are in his curly hair, one of his hands on your waist and the other squeezing your ass.

“we’ll just have to be quiet.” you break away from the kiss but his lips are straight back on yours, almost like he physically cannot be away from you.

“think you can do that girl?” he asks against your lips, whilst unbuckling his belt making you smirk and nod.

he throws his belt to the side but slightly wincing at the loud noise it made from connecting with the concrete floor, he spins you around so that your back is facing him. he slowly pushes you down so that your back is arched and ass is pressed against his crotch.

his fingers dance down your legs before reaching the bottom of your dress, slowly dragging it up to reveal your matching white lacy panties. a groan leaves his lips at the sight.

“fucking hell.” he mutters before sliding his fingers under your underwear, “so soaked for me already.”

you whine before grinding your hips against him, “please alf.”

he unbuttons his cream coloured pants before tugging them down along with his boxers, you feel him drag his tip through your folds.

alfie slowly pushes himself in, earning a moan from you as you let your head fall forward.

“tell me if you wanna stop, yeah?” his sentence ends slightly high pitch from the pleasure he was feeling and he couldn’t hide it.

“so big.” you speak but it’s muffled from your arm as you don’t want to chance getting caught.

his hips snap into yours, repeatedly hitting that one spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you had never felt this euphoric.

“jesus, yes!” you whine, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts making him grunt.

“i’m not gonna last long-” he exhales, closing his eyes as he moves faster, chasing his orgasm. but it before you’re satisfied.

it wasn’t long before your orgasm came crashing down on you, letting out a load moan from you as you cover your mouth as quickly as you could. the clench around him pushed him over the edge as he released inside of you.

“fucking hell girl.” he chuckles as he helps you stand straight, before guiding you inside, closing the sliding doors behind him.

“i sure do hope no one heard, or saw.” you laugh before covering your face as the clarity hits you.

alfie shrugs, “would do it again.” he teases, throwing a t shirt toward you for you to sleep in.

“shut up.” you laugh as you smack him with the shirt.

a silence fills the room as you separate to change out of your clothes from today and clean yourselves up.

both of you climb under the covers, before facing each other.

alfie’s the first to speak up, “d’ya think we’ll regret this tomorrow? considering we’re such good friends.” he asks quietly, almost a worried tone in his voice.

you shrug your shoulders slightly, “i don’t think i will, but it’s not like we’ll do this again. right?” you speak.

“probably not, no. i just don’t want this to change our friendship, you know?” his eyes squint, trying to get you to understand where he’s coming from.

you nod, “it won’t, i promise.” you reassure alfie, making a smile appear on his face.

and just as you think the conversation’s ended, alfie speaks up hesitantly.

“aye, what happens in monaco, stays in monaco.” he chuckles, immediately getting back to his own personality before turning away to fall asleep.

you let out a laugh before laying on your side, he turns back around too and drapes an arm around your stomach, “night alf.”

tags: @luvdixon @livvymd @jamiekluivert @lilyyxoii @camaluvs @wherethezoes-at

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hey angel it’s ur fav!! 🤍 in my AB era right now so could you perhaps write something where the two of you are in a bar/club with the gang and you wander off to grab more drinks for everyone and some guy comes up to you and flirts with you? and when you mention that you have a boyfriend the guy continues and eventually alfie notices you’ve been gone for a bit too long and comes to check on you and he wraps his arm around you and starts threatening the guy until he walks off🤞🏻🤞🏻love me some protective alfie! thank you luv ya x

SHE’S MINE ❥ ALFIE BUTTLE!

contains: alcohol mentions, protective ab, fluff, lil sexual innuendos at the end?

a/n: guys rory is actually the loml can you tell she’s my favourite??? thank you cutie for the request i love u DOWNNN. also this is quite short i do apologise!

tonight was just a casual night out for the friend group, you all got together at a bar for some drinks and a goodnight.

you were all sat around a booth, you were sat with liv and sabina whilst your boyfriend, alfie, was sat on the other side with chip and cal.

round after round the whole group for more and more pissed, not really a care in the world. the girls were all on the dance floor, mostly taking the piss but regardless they had fun. the boys all watching their girls with laughs.

you had noticed everyone finished their drinks so you took it upon yourself to get another round, you walk to the table where everyone was sat, “i’m gonna get us more drinks!” you yell over the music.

they give you a thumbs up so you make your way to the bar, although alfie’s eyes stayed on you to make sure you were okay the entire time.

whilst you were waiting for your drinks, you felt a presence sit next to you.

“you alright?” the voice next to you tries a start a conversation.

to not be rude you offer a smile and a nod in return, but feeling slightly uneasy at the smell of alcohol that lingered around him. too strong.

“not gonna ask me how i am then?” he speaks up again, edging closer to you, practicing swaying on his feet struggling to stay up.

“oh sorry.” you chuckle nervously, playing with the ends of your hair, you glance back to the table where everyone was to see no one looking your way so you couldn’t gesture them to come over.

“you’re very beautiful, let me buy you a drink.” he slurs, his eyes struggling to stay open as he bumps into you.

“oh i’m okay, thank you.” you politely decline, hoping it wouldn’t trigger anger.

“very pretty girl, you here alone?” he asks, not standing right next to you, only stepping closer when you took a step back.

“no i’m here with my friends and-” you started to speak but he cut you off with a hum before you good finish.

“oh no boyfriend then hm?” he raises his eyebrows with a devilish smirk on his face making your skin crawl, you don’t think you had ever been so uncomfortable.

“yes i do have a boyfriend.” you nod, keeping your voice as steady as you could but your trembling hands betrayed you.

“where is he then?” the man growled, he looked around the small area you were stood in, “i don’t see any boyfriend!”

before you could reply, an arm snakes around your waist. a familiar and comforting scent filled your nostrils as you relaxed in his embrace.

“her boyfriends right here.” alfie smiled cockily, blinking several times trying to make a statement.

the man tumbled backwards, “listen, i didn’t know-”

“no? seems to me like she just told you she had a boyfriend mate.” alfie’s head cocked to the side with a small furrow in his brows.

“well yes but-” he was cut off again by your boyfriend.

“but what? nothing, now fuck off.” his hand had a firm grip on your waist as he spoke to the insanely drunk man in front of you.

the man glanced at you before looking back at alfie, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before he walked away.

you exhaled a long breath before turning to face your boyfriend, “thanks alf.”

“you alright? he didn’t touch you did he?” alfie quickly scans you for anything that might’ve suggested he touched you.

“no he didn’t, don’t worry.” you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, leaning against him.

he puts his hands on your waist, “not leaving my sight again, mrs.” he mumbles, his lips against your head.

you shake your head, “i won’t.” you promised him.

he looked down at you, a small smirk on his face that made you concerned as to what he was thinking, “what babe?” you ask him.

“gonna take you home now,” he pecks your lips a few times before pulling away again, mumbling quietly — “and i’m gonna make sure everyone knows you’re my girl.” he smiles.

you chuckle softly against his lips, “cmon then.” you say as you both walk out of the bar.

safe to say, a night was had! and alfie kept his promise to never let you leave his side again.

tags: @luvdixon @livvymd @jamiekluivert @lilyyxoii @camaluvs @wherethezoes-at

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Hey babe!! Could you do some AB smut, maybe like they’re on holiday and she’s been in a skimpy bikini all day and he’s just silently been going feral etc etc maybe abit of mirror sex/ his getting her to watch herself while he gives head?

# JUST FOR ME ★ alfie buttle

word count: 2.7k. ♡

content: lots of smut, mirror sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, edging, slight mention of overstimulation, AB is lowkey a perv and does not play about you, cunnilingus, teasing, dirty talk, degrading, praise, spanking, rough sex

author note: this took me so long for no reason so apologies for the wait! i’m not too familiar with AB’s personality and have been binging his vids to hopefully get it at least half right. hope this was what you were looking for!! x

Portugal is hot. You usually don’t mind being sunkissed, but this is unbelievable. Your boyfriend doesn’t seem too phased by it, and has been walking around in some cargo shorts all day.

Thankfully, you prepared for this moment. You packed your smallest, thinnest bikini and decided to wear that for the day. No fancy outfits, no expensive dresses, just a bikini and some short shorts over the top for when you go to dinner.

“Babe?” You call out, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror in your hotel room. Alfie is waiting for you to finish getting ready, expecting some kind of cute, stylish outfit. He doesn’t expect this.

“Yeah?” He calls back, not giving you time to reply. He’s leaning against the doorframe within seconds. 

You move all of your hair to one shoulder, turning to the side to get the full view of the bikini. When you glance up to look at him through the mirror, his eyes are blown wide and his lips are parted.

He’s speechless.

“Never seen a woman show skin before, Alf?” You tease, forcing him to snap out of his thoughts. He swallows, you hear him gulp, but his eyes don’t leave your chest—the way your tits peek out of your bikini top.

He looks at you like you’re heaven on earth, like you’re the last meal in the world and he hasn’t eaten for days. 

“Nah, that’s not it.” He breathes, slipping his phone into his pocket. Then, he steps forward, wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you close to his side.

Possessive, wanting, a subtle brush of his fingers over your ass. It makes you shiver, gives you goosebumps, and you hide your face into his shoulder.

“Beautiful. So fuckin’ beautiful.” Alfie groans, and you’re slightly confused by his reaction. He’s seen you in bikinis, seen you in nothing at all, and he’s acting like it’s the first time.

“You’re being cute.” You raise an eyebrow, press a kiss to his jaw, and pull him out of the bathroom. 

It’s subtle, you almost miss it, but you’re convinced he just adjusted himself in his shorts. Your cheeks flush, and as much as you try to ignore Alfie’s eyes on you throughout the day, you just can’t.

You’re sunbathing on the beach, book in hand, and Alfie is just staring. You don’t have to look at him to know—his eyes burn holes into the side of your head. The attention makes you shift awkwardly under his gaze, rubbing your thighs together.

Alfie has always been obsessed with you; your curves, your face, your hair, your voice, everything, but this is so different. He looks like a wild animal stalking his prey. There’s something so real about the way he looks at you.

Like it’s the first time ever.

Eventually, you manage to pluck up enough courage to look him straight in the eyes. You set your book down, clearing your throat, and turn to look at him. 

He looks away immediately, hands in his lap. He looks like he’s trying to make himself invisible, which isn’t like him at all.

Your alfie isn’t quiet. Your alfie is loud, annoying, outgoing—not this. 

“Alf.” Your tone is demanding, searching for the answer to an unspoken question. His eyes flutter shut, facing head, and he looks so guilty. Then, the innocent act comes, and he offers you a sweet smile.

“Yeah, beautiful?” His voice is lower than usual. His pupils are practically reshaping, twisting and turning until they make the perfect heart shape. 

You’re a little self conscious under his gaze, brows furrowed to emphasise your confusion. 

The thing that you want to say rests at the tip of your tongue, but doesn’t make it further than that. Instead, you pretend to wipe sand from your leg, which earns you a weird look from Alfie.

Then, your fingers tug at the straps of your bikini bottoms, and you pretend to check for tan lines that you know have been there for days. 

“What’s goin’ on?” His expression twists into something akin to concern, but his lips twitch as if he is amused by your awkward behaviour. 

“You keep staring at me.” You mutter, finally directing your attention back to him.

“Am I not allowed to admire my sexy girlfriend?” He looks almost offended.

“What—? No! That’s not what I mean. You’re being weird.” 

There’s a long silence, and Alfie looks lost. He glances down to his lap, back up towards you, and then to the ocean ahead. 

“Just admiring you, baby.” He hums. You look at him, he doesn’t look back, and you think that’s it. No more weird behaviour.

You open your book once more, and begin to get lost in the words. You don’t notice Alfie staring again, and only bring yourself back to earth when he taps your shoulder. 

“Gettin’ warm out here, innit?” He’s got the towels in his hand, a silent gesture that tells you he’s ready to leave.

“It’s Portugal, Alf. It’s been warm all day.” You don’t bother to argue, even if you’re enjoying laying under the sun. You collect your own towel, put everything in the bag, and force him to carry it back to the hotel (as he should).

You slip your arm through his, fingers flexing around his bicep. 

The walk is quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. Alfie glances over to you every so often, but aside from that there’s no communication between the two of you.

When you finally get back to the room, you throw yourself onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling while Alfie sets everything down. 

Your legs are spread, body on display like you’re ready to be claimed. You don’t realise it, don’t do it on purpose, but your bikini hides nothing in this position.

Your tits are almost completely out, and one shift in the wrong direction is enough to deem the bikini bottoms useless. Alfie glances over halfway through fixing his mullet, breath catching in his throat. 

“You alright?” He manages, his voice sounds restrained—eager. He glances down at his watch, most likely conscious of when dinner starts.

Although, his dinner is laying right in front of him, sprawled out and begging to be ravished. 

“Bored.” You mumble. You feel the familiar dip of the bed when Alfie decides to close the distance between the two of you. His warmth is enough to suffocate you, and you don’t dare open your eyes.

He hovers over you, and while your eyes are closed, takes the opportunity to look at your tits. 

“Stop looking at my tits, Alf.” 

Well, nevermind.

He laughs, leans down, closer, closer, closer. Too close. His breath is hot on your jaw, and when you open your eyes, there he is.

Close enough to kiss you, eyes wandering over every freckle on your cheeks. Simply admiring.

Your arms come up, wrap around him, and pull him on top of you. He grunts, managing to prop himself up on his forearms. You’re trapped underneath him, squirming slightly.

It’s a weird feeling. He has control. He’s on top of you and all you want is to be good for him.

He must see the flicker of lust in your eyes, because his lips twitch into the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen. Your chest rises, falls, and then stops completely when you feel one of his hands snaking down your torso.

Past your tits, over your stomach, resting so low that you can’t help but jerk your hips up to meet him halfway. 

“Is that what this is about?” You ask, slightly breathless.

He narrows his eyes, clicks his tongue, and finally lifts up and off you. The whine you let out due to the lack of contact is out of your control, but makes him smile nonetheless.

He grabs your wrist, pulling out off the bed and guiding you to the bathroom. You’re confused, but go with it anyway. He twists you so that you face the mirror in front of you, and you tilt your head at him through the glass.

“Gonna kill me one day, girl.” You’re unsure if that’s an answer to your question, but in your mind it translates to a yes, so you give him an innocent smile.

“I’ve got you worked up, haven’t I?” You tease, glancing over your shoulder to look at him properly. He’s having none of it—grabs your jaw, forces your head forward, and shakes his head.

“Out of all the bikinis you have—” There’s a pause, and he finally lets go of your jaw, moving his hand down and over your tits. “You choose this one?”

“What’s wrong with it?” You pout, bouncing on your heels. You glance down to your bikini, toying with the straps of your bottoms. 

“You might as well be naked.” His voice is possessive, raw and most of all it’s hungry. Starved. For you.

“Is that a request?” You hum, already reaching to peel your bikini top from your body. He stops you, a large hand wrapping around your wrist. 

How have you never noticed how big his hands are? 

Holy fuck.

You swallow, letting your eyes trace each vein carefully. Now it’s your turn to admire, to watch, to yearn.

“What do you want, y/n?” Alfie pulls your hand back down, making sure you don’t touch anything. 

You pretend to think, pretend to play innocent for just a while longer. 

“Would love to suck you off right about now.” Such filthy words for someone who looks so pure.

Alfie’s cock twitches in his shorts, but he pays it no attention. Instead, he nods, and you think you’ve won—for once in your life you win. 

You’re wrong.

“Too bad. Bend over the sink.” It’s an order, one that you don’t dare to disobey. Usually, you love an argument, you love to talk back to him. Not today.

Today, he looks like he’ll kill anyone who gets in the way of this, and you do not want to face the consequences of bratting today. 

So, with the order, you huff, leaning over the sink. Your face is flush against the mirror, and you can see every little twitch in your jaw. 

“Gonna eat you out.” Before you have time to question him, he drops to his knees, and palms the back of your thighs like you’re something worth millions and he’s afraid to break you. 

He kisses over your legs, right next to your cunt, and misses your core completely. You whine, push backwards, and try to reach around and pull your bikini bottoms to the side. 

Alfie slaps your hand away immediately, making you yelp. 

“Alf, come on.” You whine, listening to him chuckle behind you.

Your legs already feel unsteady, and you worry that you might collapse at any moment if he takes one second longer.

Thankfully, in one swift movement, he pulls the soaked fabric aside, and latches onto your cunt.

He licks all the way up, laps at your clit and moans against you when you choke out a needy sob. Your head drops, your eyes squeeze shut, and you grab the sink for support.

Then, he stops.

“Look at yourself.” Another order. This one, you’re hesitant to obey. You wiggle your hips, hoping to press back against his face.

“I said—” A harsh slap to the back of your thigh. “Look at yourself. Don’t be difficult now, baby.” 

You eventually lift your head up—despite it feeling so heavy on your shoulders—and watch yourself in the mirror. 

He gets right back to it, lips around your clit and tongue teasing your entrance. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, furrow your eyebrows, and try your best not to scream his name for the entire hotel to hear.

“Alfie.” Your voice is shaky, uneven, and so full of need.

“Mmh, good fuckin’ girl, that’s it; watch yourself baby. You watching? Bet you look so pretty, yeah? Like you always do when I’ve got my head between these pretty legs of yours.” 

“Alfie—close. So close.” You’re shaking, a puddle of nothing on the bathroom floor at this point.

The corners of your vision blur, your stomach twists and you’re so close, tip toeing around the edge. Just when you need it most, Alfie pulls away. 

“No. No—please, no.” You ramble, panting heavily. You can barely see your reflection anymore. It’s covered by your hot breath, and honestly you don’t mind. 

You’ve never been one for self confidence, but since dating Alfie that has changed. He does not play about you—will kill for you, you’re convinced. He looks at you like you’re holy and that’s all you could ever ask for.

“Deep breaths, darlin’. That’s it, atta girl.” He stands up, watches you clench around nothing, and huffs out a laugh. “Needy little thing, ain’t ‘ya?” 

“This is cruel.” You’re so busy being annoyed at him that you don’t hear his zipper, don’t see his shorts drop to the floor, and by the time you’re halfway through the rant, his cock slides through your folds. 

That shuts you up real quick. 

The head of his cock nudges your clit, and you shift any way you can to hopefully position it just right and Alfie will finally fuck you. 

“What d’ya need?” He hums, pushing the head of his cock into you and then pulling it back out before you even register the pleasure you get from it. 

Your knuckles turn white, hands balled into fists against the counter. Your bikini top is halfway down your body, tits on display, and Alfie thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

He’s a lucky man, and god does he know it.

“Inside.” You whisper, voice rough from the moaning you’ve been doing. “Alf, please. Inside me now—need it.”

“What do we say for makin’ me all worked up all day, huh?” He’s expecting an answer. You don’t have one. Your brain is too fuzzy, too far gone to focus.

Tears prick at your eyes, and Alfie reaches forward to clean the mirror with his forearm. He gives you a sinister smile from behind you, watching as tears drip down your rosy red cheeks. You sniffle, and he slaps your ass to jog your memory.

“Sorry! I’m sorry—please fuck me. Won’t do it again.” You’re going crazy, bordering on insane when he finally pushes all the way in. 

The moan you let out is unholy, and while Alfie wants to be the only person to hear those beautiful sounds, he does not care if anybody else hears in that moment. 

Right now, all he can focus on is how your cunt clenches around him and how perfectly you take him. 

“Who do you belong to?” His pace is rough, not giving you any time to come up for air. 

“You. You, Alf. Always you.” It’s a promise. He knows you’ll never break it.

“Good fuckin’ girl, aren’t ‘ya? Sweetest little thing ever.” 

All you can do is nod, and you aren’t sure when you stopped looking at yourself, but Alfie doesn’t correct you. He just fucks into you, grunts and whispers of your name flowing out of his lips like he was born to say your name like a prayer.

“Gonna cum.” You say, but it sounds like one big inhale. Luckily, he’s fucked you enough times to decode everything you say. “Alf—please don’t stop. Can’t do it again. Need to cum.”

“I’m not stopping, baby. Come on, cum for me, yeah? Make me proud.” 

And that you do. Your stomach twists, your legs shake, and you finally reach the high you’ve been chasing for most of the day. Your lips part, but no sound comes out. You’re afraid that if you make a sound you’ll be kicked out of the hotel for good.

Alfie talks you through it, strokes your hips when you’re crying from overstimulation, and eventually cums inside of you. You’re panting, don’t really want him to pull out, but he has to. 

You whine at the emptiness inside you, and Alfie looks amazed at how his cum spills out of you and down your thighs. He shivers, and he swears he can get hard again just from the sight.

“No more of that bikini, please. I’d like to actually leave the hotel room at some point.” He laughs, holding you up. 

You press a kiss to his lips, turning the shower on. “No promises.”

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someone pls take his phone off him im at the dinner table for christ sake 🤧

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If you could ask Chris 3 questions, what would they be?

Ooo, I've actually never thought about this... well I would ask...

[] Did you ever expect to be where you are today?

[] have you ever had a crazy experience with a fan ie stalking or something

[] where do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?

I'm really interested on people's thoughts about their future and their past. I just think it'd be interesting to hear his thoughts on his rise to fame and what he sees for himself in the future as of right now. Like years ago it was so different and he's come so far, just imagine what the future holds for him! The fan one just peaks my interest tbh.

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Need a Chris and Will threesome smut NOW plz

Three in a bed. ChrisMD and WillNE x reader SMUT

Threesome, Smut MDNI!!!!

You’re wedged in the back seat of the rented car, legs curled up beneath you, half-listening to Chris argue with Will about the directions, Ieuan sitting to your left holding the camera as you laugh at your Instagram Story caption of the boys in front of you.

“Like an old married couple 💀”

“You’re hilarious,” Chris mutters without looking at you, flipping on the indicator aggressively. “Remind me to lock you in the boot at the next service station.”

Will chuckles from the back. “Only if you promise to leave the keys in, mate. I’m sure she and I would do just fine without you.”

“Is that right?” you grin, glancing at Will, who has turned round to wink at you. You smiled in a response. This had been going on since the three of you had started the trip. It was for Chris’s channel, you were racing Harry, Arthur and George. You had to visit a football stadium for every league but it being Chris’s channel it wasn’t that easy. You had to travel at least 40 miles between each stadium, random challenges were being thrown in as well because of course, it was the ChrisMD channel. When the three of you were in the car however, well this was how the past three hours had gone. You both knew Chris and Will well, you moved into the office building they also shared around eighteen months ago and you were a welcome visitor on channels mainly because people loved the tension. Fans would swear both Chris and Will have a thing for you. And you’re not entirely innocent, either. You like them. Both. In different ways, for similar reasons, they both had this cocky exterior but soft interior. They were both very passionate about what they did and cared, the only big difference between them was their looks. You loved Will’s long legs and sometimes imagined what they would look like wrapped around you. You also loved Chris’s shoulders and arms, imagining them pinning you down and they both had very attractive jaw lines.

“Next stop is Sunderland,” Chris says, finally settling the sat nav crisis and pulling you out of the fantasy you were in. “The Stadium of Light Did you know the stadium was named to honour Sunderland's coal mining heritage?” Chris had been sprouting off these facts all day, it was tedious but very, very cute.

“Do you ever stop thinking about football?” you tease, leaning back and stretching with an exaggerated yawn. You know full well that your hoodie rides up slightly when you do it.

Both boys fall silent. You peek with one eye and catch Will staring openly. Chris is gripping the wheel just a little tighter.

Oh yeah. You still got it.

The car ride drifts into music and humming. Chris insists on playing indie rock from 2012. You and Will harmonise badly to “Pompeii” by Bastille, and Chris pretends to be annoyed but you catch him mouthing the chorus. The car is a rolling mess of snacks, water bottles, camera batteries, and jackets flung over seats. There is a lot of laughter and a lot of annoyance from Chris who had done all of the driving up until that point.

You finally reach Sunderland and the rules of the game are you all have to touch the stadium to tick it off before going to the next one, but just as all three of you touched it, the klaxon went off in Ieuan’s pocket.

“It’s challenge time!” Chris said joyfully.

“Not another fucking challenge,” Will whined, you couldn’t help but smile at the two’s opposing reactions.

The challenge was supposedly simple, the three of them had only themselves to create a football object. They chose a corner flag. As The tallest Will was the pole and laid on the ground. You laid next to him, your face next to his, with your legs scooping down, Chris then held them him place as he laid down, his feet by Will’s torso. The three of you got given the green light and you got up quickly, trying to distract yourself from how close your face was to Will’s but also how Chris’s fingers tried to slide up your leg slightly. You all get back into the car and look at the map to decide where your next and final stadium is going to be. Leeds United, Elland Road nearly two hours away.

“Go on Chris, I can drive for a bit.” You suggested. His little face lit up and he patted you on the shoulder, his fingers lingering there a little more than necessary.

“You’re a good person.” You ignored Will faking gagging in the background. You popped into the drivers seat and head towards Leeds. You all laugh, you laugh a lot actually. You try to ignore Chris’s hand brushing your thigh as he moves his hand from the dashboard to adjust the volume. At one point you feel Will’s long fingers on your shoulders.

"What’s going on back there?” You ask trying to concentrate on the road. You then feel his fingers sink into your skin.

“You’ve been driving for a little bit, thought you might need a massage.” You don’t complain, but Chris does.

“Hey you didn’t do that for me!” He protested.

“Grow a pair of tits mate and you might like lucky next time,” Will teased. You bit your lip as you tried to concentrate on the road, made even harder by the feeling of fingers penetrating your muscles at the back and now the feeling of fingers creeping up you knee and leg again.

You smirk. “Are you two… trying to win me over like it’s Love Island?”

Chris shrugs, trying for nonchalance. “I’m just saying, you’ve got options.”

“Yeah?” you tilt your head. “And which one of you is the bombshell arrival?”

Will deepens his grip. “Obviously me. He’s the emotional backstory lad. I’m the chaotic wildcard.”

You laugh, heart racing a little. You know they’re joking. Sort of, your mind goes to that thing Will once said during The Fella’s Podcast

“I’ll go in with Chris definitely, I think it would be a laugh.” You’d laughed. But it stuck with you, you’d lie if you said you hadn’t fantasied about that moment.

After you got about half way Ieuan announced he needed the bathroom, Will immediately gave him a list of things of things to get.

“You treat all your staff like that?” You asked with a smirk? There was something about the look he gave you which put shivers down  your spine. In a good way.

“I don’t know about Chris but this is going to take me more than five minutes, lets enjoy the time while he’s gone babe.” His voice was low, you looked at Chris who was staring at you biting your lip, his hand was rising further and further up your leg.

“Chris,” you whisper as your hands gripped the steering wheel.

“Do you want the first touch or should I?” Chris asked Will who’s gaze was fixed on your face.

“I think you’ve got it for now.” You sat there frozen, was this really happening? You leaned your head back and closed your eyes as Chris’s fingers skilfully moved up your skirt, and very gently swiped over the fabric of your panties.

“Oh she wants this as much as we do,” Chris commented, you could only nod. Suddenly you felt the seat throw yourself back, you only had time to let out a squeal before Will’s lips connected with yours at the same time Chris’s weight fell on you.

“Oh look at her, she’s been begging for this haven’t you pet?” Will said when his lips left yours. You only had time to murmur a response before Chris kissed you. It was different from Will’s kiss, Will was harder, rougher and passionate in a needing way but Chris’s was passionate in a softer way they were both good though.

“Am I dreaming?” You asked, the boys smiled at each other in a devilish way before both turning their attention back to you.

“Just lay back an enjoy the ride,” Chris told you, you obliged as Chris plunged his hand down your underwear and started on your clit. You moaned which became muffled as Will’s lips slammed on yours again.

“So fucking hot you moaning into my mouth pet,” Will commented, you listened but your eyes were fixed on Chris who had a very mischievous look on his face.

“Let’s see if we can ramp it up a little,” Chris commented. In one big movement he pulled down your panties and before you knew it his tongue was flipping and licking over your kit.

“Oh fuck,” you said as you drew in a breath. Will watched for a few moments as you rubbed your hands over your face at the intense pleasure Chris was giving you as he lapped you up and tasted every single millimetre of your folds. Will couldn’t take your moans of pleasure much longer and pulled his cock out from his shorts and started to pump up and down.

“Fuck this is hot,” Will commented pumping furiously as Chris’s tongue and mouth rolled around your hot pussy in ways you didn’t think was possible finding places you never knew existed.

“Come on babe, open your mouth for Will. I’m going to make both of you cum together,” Chris commanded keeping his lips close to your skin before diving in again. He was loving this, fully in control of the situation but both you and Will were absolutely willing. Even when you looked up to find Will’s thick cock approaching your mouth, you welcomed it willingly, trying to match Chris’s pace. Will let out a deep growl as bobbed up and down his cock, trying desperately to concentrate on what you were doing but Chris was making it difficult. It didn’t take too much longer, soon a chain reaction was set off, you first followed by Will seconds later as you took in his salty and hot goods. You tried to catch your breath, Chris rolled back onto the passenger seat and Will pushed your seat back up. You looked at Chris, mostly at the massive bulge coming from his shorts.

“What did you want in return?” You asked him, a glint in your eye.

“Ieuan’s coming back,” Will informed you both trying to adjust his shorts.

“We’ll just have to make another date,” Chris said cockily. Both you and Will nodded. Nothing about this trip had been normal but something had told you this would not be the last time.

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hey my lovelies please give me any ideas that you’d like me to write and i will get to them asap!! currently working on one request and one idea of my own so i am super open to other things!! ♡

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YOUR INSTAGRAM STORIES IF YOU WERE DATING ARTHUR HILL

pairing: arthur hill x fem!reader

summary: what your instagram stories would look like if you were dating arthur hill

warnings/contents: swearing, gets sappy at the end

author’s note: trying something new so let me know if you like it !!!!! jk this actually sucks

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me: i will write today. also me: i have chosen to rot