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Musical Drabbles (One Shots)
Title: Drabbles via Music (One shots)
Author:
lalalive23
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: from G to NC-17
Feedback: Makes my heart feel like Bellamy is dipping it in melted chocolate while Chris Corner is stroking my hair. Yeah. That good.
Warning: There's some sex...and some guns...and some sadness...and some fluff. :D
Disclaimer: My life is flawed and I don't own anything pertaining to Muse. I should though. I've invested so much into their career, I feel like I should own a piece of their stock.
Note: HAI GUYS. *tries not to quote Eminem* It's been like...you know...nearly two months since I've written anything fic related. So I decided to do this. If you follow me on Twitter, you know I've been trying to write TLS and WITW for weeks but haven't had the chance. Now that I do, I feel like I've been out of the swing of fic writing for so long that I'm rusty and need practice. So, here we are. 10 prompts from songs on my itunes. All different and all loads of fun to write. (number 5 is my fave, in case you were wondering. and sorry about 10...just...yeah). Also, props to my iTunes for not once giving me a Muse or IAMX song.
Prompt:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Put iTunes or media player equivalent on random.
3. For each song that plays, write something related to the theme you picked inspired by the song. You have only the time frame of the song: no planning beforehand: you start when it starts, and no lingering afterwards; once the song is over, you stop writing. (No fair skipping songs either; you have to take what comes by chance!)
4. Do 10 of these, then post
1. Mezzanine - Massive Attack
I love the way you look so naive. It's almost as if your body is experiencing everything for the first time, but I've been watching you for weeks and I can tell this is nothing new. Since I was a kid it's been an issue, my curious nature that is. Curious minds lead to extraordinary imaginations lead to filthy, visceral images that lead to a sensory high.
And that's just from watching you.
And of course I brought you home.
Images are nice, but the reality is always better.
I love the way you look on my couch, bent over the coffee table so close like you want to run your tongue along the glass. The restraint you exhibit is remarkable, and, instead, you run your nose along the straight, white path I've made for you. I could come, just like this. The way you lift your head as you breathe in deep, eyes fluttering shut, dark eyelashes battling one another as you feel your veins expand and quiver with the drug.
Just from watching you I'm hard, and you turn to me, all blue eyes and red lips. It's my turn. I'm almost too eager, it seems, but I swear this powder tastes delicious for the first time in three years. I've been addicted to nothing, to a post nasal drip that makes my eyes dilate and my skin crawl.
But now, for the first time, I swear it tastes like you.
2. Editors - Like Treasure
Sitting alone at the kitchen table, Matthew traced patterns in the wood, minutes slipping away from him without any notice or care. He felt hollow and he felt childish, the bile in his throat from Dominic's harsh words lingering to burn him through. Every argument they had felt cliche and redundant: arguing for change, arguing for attention. Compromise had to be found and there was none, and so they lived together at an impasse until someone had enough.
But that was just it - they would never have enough of each other.
They would spend forever in this cycle of fighting and fake forgiveness, just because neither wanted to be labeled a quitter and neither could live without the other.
And neither would admit it.
Shutting his eyes, Matthew knew that somewhere he had lost himself. When he was with Dominic, and that man was angry, confused, and lonely in a crowded room.
But apart from Dominic, he was invisible, nothing, and lifeless.
The only way to heal was to bury Dominic and hide him away. No map. No X to mark the spot.
And he knew he never would.
3. Scissor Sisters - Return to Oz
"You look different."
"You look the same," Matthew laughed.
Looking down into his coffee cup, Dominic smiled at the whirled patterns the white cream had created. They had ran into each other at the library where Dominic worked after fur years apart. He had expected everything to be different, or maybe for everything to be the same. However, he was entirely unprepared for their conversation to flow as easily as it was.
"How long have you been at the library?" Matthew asked, fingers idly toying with the string of his tea bag.
"About a year and a half. Ethan persuaded me to apply there and I got the job, to my surprise."
Blue eyes regarded him kindly. "Why would it be a surprise?"
He chuckled. "I had no training with library systems...you knew that."
"Yeah," Matthew lowered his eyes once more. "But you were always so brilliant."
There it was again, that feeling of loss and ache and yearning. They had separated on good terms, but neither could bring themselves to contact the other. He knew they had made the right choice. They were on different paths in life and it was best to end it when they did before it got too difficult.
"You look...so good," Dominic smiled softly, at a loss for something else to say.
4. Deftones - Digital Bath
I wish I could move like you. I wish I was tanned like you.
But I don't wish I was you.
I love being me, because you let me inside that lithe body of yours. You let me open you up, make a home for myself in your core and you let me stoke the heat until we both feel like we're about to burn to death.
And I love being me, because I get to watch your hand slide down your chest to the apex of your thighs. I get to watch your legs tremble as your stroke every vein of your cock.
I get to study the way your lips part, the way your hand fists in the bed sheets as you grasp for purchase. And I adore it, really, the way your toes curl under like you want to arch up and off the bed, head thrown back in a silent scream.
And you haven't even come yet.
I get to watch you glisten.
I get to watch you sweat and salivate at the speed of your own hand.
I get to devour the image of your straining forearm, the purple of your cock disappearing and returning from that strong fist of yours.
I get to hear you pant, moan, beg yourself for more.
I love it when you do that.
5. Fiona Apple - Get Him Back
"Fuck you," Dominic spat at his computer.
Alone in his bedroom, he sat in just his pants, bin of Ben & Jerry's shamelessly emptied from his emotional binge. Fingers typing furiously, he composed an email to Matthew or, rather, The Bastard Who Left Him Homeless.
"Thanks to you and your selfishness, I'm sitting at my parent's house like a 30 year old failure, like a loser who never even moved out to begin with. My shit is piled high against the walls and I still have that fucking photo album from Mexico that you shoved into my box of plates in your haste to get me out. What makes you think I would want it?
You fucking twat, I hope you suffocate between her overly large tits."
He paused, staring at the sentence he had just composed. In a way, it was relatively offensive and he briefly thought about changing the word 'twat.' He decided against it, as the only other word he could come up with was even worse, so he continued on.
"You told me you were gay! What else did you lie about? Fuck you and that stupid fucking toy dog of yours. That fucking shit bit my heels so many times I hope it drowns in the pool."
He paused again, deleting the last sentence only because he wished no ill-will against animals.
Matthew however, could definitely drown in the pool for all he cared.
6. The Cure - Speak My Language
"You know what I'm going to ask, don't you?"
Matthew dropped his head to his hand as he sat at his desk, his co-worker pestering him again for a date. "Dom, really. This is getting ridiculous. You know company policy," he muttered through his palm.
"That policy is only for corporate supervisors and, honestly, I just..." the blonde drifted off into silence.
Matthew lifted his head to see him standing to the side of his cubicle, gazing awkwardly at his converse laced feet and nibbling his lip. He felt as though he could drink the image forever and never be thirsty again.
"You just what?" he asked quietly.
"I feel like we're missing something really important by not trying this," the blonde whispered.
7. Ray Lamontagne - I Still Care For You
I miss you.
I miss you every waking moment, but I will never say it.
I won't say it because you will never hear it.
That's a lie. You'll hear it, but you won't listen to it. Listen to it and process it through those big ears of yours.
The clouds drift by too slowly today. I won't say it's because you aren't with me. I think it's because I'm willing time to stop. I've never been capable of magic, though, so I don't see why the Earth should start following my instruction now.
It didn't keep us together; I wasn't magic enough to make it work.
Sometimes I think it was your fault.
Most of the time, I'm pretty sure it was mine.
Once I tried to blame it on your tan, but then I just felt silly. It's not so far fetched though. I'm pale. I blend into the white walls of nothingness and you stand out so proudly. It's amazing you even saw me at all.
8. Remy Zero - Yellow Light
"Are you sure about this?"
You stare right back at me, lips swollen and blue eyes glistening.
"I'm positive," you whisper.
I kiss you once more and I'm positive our bones are beginning to shake. I'm in your lap, hovering above your groin. It's everything I can do not to grind onto you, but there will be time for that later.
Maybe there won't be.
Maybe this will be the moment I regret for the rest of my life.
It can't be though, because we've planned this out, every detail ironed out and stroked with careful fingers and sharp minds. If we were any more prepared, this would fall apart.
We've left room for improvisation, which all the masters do.
We separate with the smack of wet lips and I almost feel like the darkest time, our darkest moments are beginning at this very moment.
If that were the case, why do I feel so alive?
With a consenting nod, we pull away from another, cocking the guns we've rested on the dash.
Pulling the mask over your face, I watch you disappear. I follow suit, and then -
we run.
9. Otis Redding - That's How Strong My Love Is
You've always been so good at dancing and I have always been so envious of that skill. Your hips in those tight trousers always know how to guide mine, your hand always twines our fingers together. It always seems like it should be awkward, but it never is.
It's been flawless from day one, and with your forehead resting against mine, I could drown in your grey eyes. I could take up residence there, never miss reality, never feel like I'm missing anything.
Your eyes flutter shut and you sigh. I feel exactly the same. You pull me tighter to you and I don't even let out a breath. Since you touched me the day we met, I feel like I haven't had the need for air.
10. Them Crooked Vultures - Spinning In Daffodils
"Fuck, I swear, sometimes I hate you."
Dominic spat the words at Matthew's face as their lips crashed together, teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. He fisted Matt's hair as he was spun and pushed against a wall. A bruise was forming on his tailbone - he didn't care. Matthew had his knee between his thighs and those delicious fingers were pressing into his hips, marking him as property the way his teeth would eventually do against his neck.
"I fucking hate it," Matthew panted, "when you look at other people." He dragged his lips down Dominic's cheek to his jaw, nipping fiercely when he found the bone he craved.
"What's the point?" Dominic yelped at the pain. "I'm not touching them." He ground his hips into Matthew's as he pressed the brunet's face deeper to his skin, guiding him to the crook of his neck.
"That's the point," Matthew said through grit teeth. "You look at them like you want to." He set to work on the tendons he found, sucking, licking and biting until the skin under his mouth was raw. He didn't stop. Dominic liked the pain.
"Fucking insecure bastard," the blonde moaned. "If you had any sense at all you would know I don't want to."
Finding his footing, he pushed Matthew off of him and spun him, pushing him backwards until they hit the kitchen counter.
Eyes wide and pupils dilated, they panted as they regarded one another with mischievous smirks.
"I think you do." Matthew spoke first, sitting himself on the counter, legs wide for Dominic to step into. He gripped the blonde's bum as Dominic ran his finger nails down Matthew's back, pressing and nearly causing him to bleed if not for his shirt acting as protection.
"Let me prove to you that's not the case."
Author:
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Pairing: Belldom
Rating: from G to NC-17
Feedback: Makes my heart feel like Bellamy is dipping it in melted chocolate while Chris Corner is stroking my hair. Yeah. That good.
Warning: There's some sex...and some guns...and some sadness...and some fluff. :D
Disclaimer: My life is flawed and I don't own anything pertaining to Muse. I should though. I've invested so much into their career, I feel like I should own a piece of their stock.
Note: HAI GUYS. *tries not to quote Eminem* It's been like...you know...nearly two months since I've written anything fic related. So I decided to do this. If you follow me on Twitter, you know I've been trying to write TLS and WITW for weeks but haven't had the chance. Now that I do, I feel like I've been out of the swing of fic writing for so long that I'm rusty and need practice. So, here we are. 10 prompts from songs on my itunes. All different and all loads of fun to write. (number 5 is my fave, in case you were wondering. and sorry about 10...just...yeah). Also, props to my iTunes for not once giving me a Muse or IAMX song.
Prompt:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Put iTunes or media player equivalent on random.
3. For each song that plays, write something related to the theme you picked inspired by the song. You have only the time frame of the song: no planning beforehand: you start when it starts, and no lingering afterwards; once the song is over, you stop writing. (No fair skipping songs either; you have to take what comes by chance!)
4. Do 10 of these, then post
1. Mezzanine - Massive Attack
I love the way you look so naive. It's almost as if your body is experiencing everything for the first time, but I've been watching you for weeks and I can tell this is nothing new. Since I was a kid it's been an issue, my curious nature that is. Curious minds lead to extraordinary imaginations lead to filthy, visceral images that lead to a sensory high.
And that's just from watching you.
And of course I brought you home.
Images are nice, but the reality is always better.
I love the way you look on my couch, bent over the coffee table so close like you want to run your tongue along the glass. The restraint you exhibit is remarkable, and, instead, you run your nose along the straight, white path I've made for you. I could come, just like this. The way you lift your head as you breathe in deep, eyes fluttering shut, dark eyelashes battling one another as you feel your veins expand and quiver with the drug.
Just from watching you I'm hard, and you turn to me, all blue eyes and red lips. It's my turn. I'm almost too eager, it seems, but I swear this powder tastes delicious for the first time in three years. I've been addicted to nothing, to a post nasal drip that makes my eyes dilate and my skin crawl.
But now, for the first time, I swear it tastes like you.
2. Editors - Like Treasure
Sitting alone at the kitchen table, Matthew traced patterns in the wood, minutes slipping away from him without any notice or care. He felt hollow and he felt childish, the bile in his throat from Dominic's harsh words lingering to burn him through. Every argument they had felt cliche and redundant: arguing for change, arguing for attention. Compromise had to be found and there was none, and so they lived together at an impasse until someone had enough.
But that was just it - they would never have enough of each other.
They would spend forever in this cycle of fighting and fake forgiveness, just because neither wanted to be labeled a quitter and neither could live without the other.
And neither would admit it.
Shutting his eyes, Matthew knew that somewhere he had lost himself. When he was with Dominic, and that man was angry, confused, and lonely in a crowded room.
But apart from Dominic, he was invisible, nothing, and lifeless.
The only way to heal was to bury Dominic and hide him away. No map. No X to mark the spot.
And he knew he never would.
3. Scissor Sisters - Return to Oz
"You look different."
"You look the same," Matthew laughed.
Looking down into his coffee cup, Dominic smiled at the whirled patterns the white cream had created. They had ran into each other at the library where Dominic worked after fur years apart. He had expected everything to be different, or maybe for everything to be the same. However, he was entirely unprepared for their conversation to flow as easily as it was.
"How long have you been at the library?" Matthew asked, fingers idly toying with the string of his tea bag.
"About a year and a half. Ethan persuaded me to apply there and I got the job, to my surprise."
Blue eyes regarded him kindly. "Why would it be a surprise?"
He chuckled. "I had no training with library systems...you knew that."
"Yeah," Matthew lowered his eyes once more. "But you were always so brilliant."
There it was again, that feeling of loss and ache and yearning. They had separated on good terms, but neither could bring themselves to contact the other. He knew they had made the right choice. They were on different paths in life and it was best to end it when they did before it got too difficult.
"You look...so good," Dominic smiled softly, at a loss for something else to say.
4. Deftones - Digital Bath
I wish I could move like you. I wish I was tanned like you.
But I don't wish I was you.
I love being me, because you let me inside that lithe body of yours. You let me open you up, make a home for myself in your core and you let me stoke the heat until we both feel like we're about to burn to death.
And I love being me, because I get to watch your hand slide down your chest to the apex of your thighs. I get to watch your legs tremble as your stroke every vein of your cock.
I get to study the way your lips part, the way your hand fists in the bed sheets as you grasp for purchase. And I adore it, really, the way your toes curl under like you want to arch up and off the bed, head thrown back in a silent scream.
And you haven't even come yet.
I get to watch you glisten.
I get to watch you sweat and salivate at the speed of your own hand.
I get to devour the image of your straining forearm, the purple of your cock disappearing and returning from that strong fist of yours.
I get to hear you pant, moan, beg yourself for more.
I love it when you do that.
5. Fiona Apple - Get Him Back
"Fuck you," Dominic spat at his computer.
Alone in his bedroom, he sat in just his pants, bin of Ben & Jerry's shamelessly emptied from his emotional binge. Fingers typing furiously, he composed an email to Matthew or, rather, The Bastard Who Left Him Homeless.
"Thanks to you and your selfishness, I'm sitting at my parent's house like a 30 year old failure, like a loser who never even moved out to begin with. My shit is piled high against the walls and I still have that fucking photo album from Mexico that you shoved into my box of plates in your haste to get me out. What makes you think I would want it?
You fucking twat, I hope you suffocate between her overly large tits."
He paused, staring at the sentence he had just composed. In a way, it was relatively offensive and he briefly thought about changing the word 'twat.' He decided against it, as the only other word he could come up with was even worse, so he continued on.
"You told me you were gay! What else did you lie about? Fuck you and that stupid fucking toy dog of yours. That fucking shit bit my heels so many times I hope it drowns in the pool."
He paused again, deleting the last sentence only because he wished no ill-will against animals.
Matthew however, could definitely drown in the pool for all he cared.
6. The Cure - Speak My Language
"You know what I'm going to ask, don't you?"
Matthew dropped his head to his hand as he sat at his desk, his co-worker pestering him again for a date. "Dom, really. This is getting ridiculous. You know company policy," he muttered through his palm.
"That policy is only for corporate supervisors and, honestly, I just..." the blonde drifted off into silence.
Matthew lifted his head to see him standing to the side of his cubicle, gazing awkwardly at his converse laced feet and nibbling his lip. He felt as though he could drink the image forever and never be thirsty again.
"You just what?" he asked quietly.
"I feel like we're missing something really important by not trying this," the blonde whispered.
7. Ray Lamontagne - I Still Care For You
I miss you.
I miss you every waking moment, but I will never say it.
I won't say it because you will never hear it.
That's a lie. You'll hear it, but you won't listen to it. Listen to it and process it through those big ears of yours.
The clouds drift by too slowly today. I won't say it's because you aren't with me. I think it's because I'm willing time to stop. I've never been capable of magic, though, so I don't see why the Earth should start following my instruction now.
It didn't keep us together; I wasn't magic enough to make it work.
Sometimes I think it was your fault.
Most of the time, I'm pretty sure it was mine.
Once I tried to blame it on your tan, but then I just felt silly. It's not so far fetched though. I'm pale. I blend into the white walls of nothingness and you stand out so proudly. It's amazing you even saw me at all.
8. Remy Zero - Yellow Light
"Are you sure about this?"
You stare right back at me, lips swollen and blue eyes glistening.
"I'm positive," you whisper.
I kiss you once more and I'm positive our bones are beginning to shake. I'm in your lap, hovering above your groin. It's everything I can do not to grind onto you, but there will be time for that later.
Maybe there won't be.
Maybe this will be the moment I regret for the rest of my life.
It can't be though, because we've planned this out, every detail ironed out and stroked with careful fingers and sharp minds. If we were any more prepared, this would fall apart.
We've left room for improvisation, which all the masters do.
We separate with the smack of wet lips and I almost feel like the darkest time, our darkest moments are beginning at this very moment.
If that were the case, why do I feel so alive?
With a consenting nod, we pull away from another, cocking the guns we've rested on the dash.
Pulling the mask over your face, I watch you disappear. I follow suit, and then -
we run.
9. Otis Redding - That's How Strong My Love Is
You've always been so good at dancing and I have always been so envious of that skill. Your hips in those tight trousers always know how to guide mine, your hand always twines our fingers together. It always seems like it should be awkward, but it never is.
It's been flawless from day one, and with your forehead resting against mine, I could drown in your grey eyes. I could take up residence there, never miss reality, never feel like I'm missing anything.
Your eyes flutter shut and you sigh. I feel exactly the same. You pull me tighter to you and I don't even let out a breath. Since you touched me the day we met, I feel like I haven't had the need for air.
10. Them Crooked Vultures - Spinning In Daffodils
"Fuck, I swear, sometimes I hate you."
Dominic spat the words at Matthew's face as their lips crashed together, teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. He fisted Matt's hair as he was spun and pushed against a wall. A bruise was forming on his tailbone - he didn't care. Matthew had his knee between his thighs and those delicious fingers were pressing into his hips, marking him as property the way his teeth would eventually do against his neck.
"I fucking hate it," Matthew panted, "when you look at other people." He dragged his lips down Dominic's cheek to his jaw, nipping fiercely when he found the bone he craved.
"What's the point?" Dominic yelped at the pain. "I'm not touching them." He ground his hips into Matthew's as he pressed the brunet's face deeper to his skin, guiding him to the crook of his neck.
"That's the point," Matthew said through grit teeth. "You look at them like you want to." He set to work on the tendons he found, sucking, licking and biting until the skin under his mouth was raw. He didn't stop. Dominic liked the pain.
"Fucking insecure bastard," the blonde moaned. "If you had any sense at all you would know I don't want to."
Finding his footing, he pushed Matthew off of him and spun him, pushing him backwards until they hit the kitchen counter.
Eyes wide and pupils dilated, they panted as they regarded one another with mischievous smirks.
"I think you do." Matthew spoke first, sitting himself on the counter, legs wide for Dominic to step into. He gripped the blonde's bum as Dominic ran his finger nails down Matthew's back, pressing and nearly causing him to bleed if not for his shirt acting as protection.
"Let me prove to you that's not the case."
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WOW.
You did such a better job than me! Glad to see you writing again, wifey <3333
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I love you so much, my gorgeous wife! xx
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This is also a great idea for a writing exercise, I may steal it!
Nice job! :D
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my god how are you always so flawless *dead*
these were amazing, I love them alllll omg I can't even choose *hugs tight* ♥
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Anyway, fantastic job. My favorites were #1 and #5, though I'd be interested to see #3 spun out a little further. It's very intriguing. I giggled at the line about his well wishes for animals. Oh, Dominic. <3
Thanks for posting these! &hearts
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I kind of want to write #3 into a longer fic, but we shall see. LOL Dominc was so mad, poor lamb.
Thank you for your lovely comment <333
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Loved each one :D
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Kat I love it, seriously. Tonight after I'm done packing I'm going to read TLS again because I got stuck in the middle *ashamed* and excuse me if you see your inbox full with my comments. Omg seriously. You need to do another thing like this one, I just love it and oh, yeah... They sort of follow a line... I'll comment again layer from my computer :3333
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Gurl, take your time with TLS. Seriously, god knows I'm slow as balls with it LOL. I like writing short little stories cause they are such a challenge. Condense everything you want to say in about a page or two instead of spending idk 30 ODD CHAPTERS EXPLAINING IT (like i'm doing with tls wtf wtf)
/rambles
I LOVE YOU!
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I think #4 and #10 were my favourites /pervert But seriously, they were all amaaaazing. :3 *hugs*
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I love you! Thank you!!
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I love you too!
Oh, and I love the new layout!
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Thank you!! It was designed by the gorgeous
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How do you put so much into so little? I'm joining the camp and saying each of these is flawless and perfect.
#1--Jesus, that is sex. (Which I've never, ever said about anything involving drugs.) But hot damn, woman!
#2--"...they would never have enough of each other." No, they absolutely won't. Sigh.
#3--*sniff* Poor babies.
#4--Jesus fucking Christ. That is all.
#5--*snort* Reminds me of this (http://img215.imageshack.us/i/tumblrlkj3kdnpcq1qek02x.jpg/).
#6--This: He felt as though he could drink the image forever and never be thirsty again. and this: "I feel like we're missing something really important by not trying this," the blonde whispered. So. Sweet. If Matt says no to that, he's insane.
#7--I hate when I want to hug Matt, but I do. LOVE this one. ♥
#8--God, they'd be sexy bank robbers. What is it with hot men and guns? (Love the surprise there, too.)
#9--Dom dancing. Yeah, that's all.
#10--I LOVE ANGRY SEX. Also, possessive Matt...why can I see that happening?
LOVE these, girl! Every single one of them is amazing!
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I like to think that Matt couldn't resist Dom in #6. Like they just went for it and it was an incredible relationship. And there were office parties and cuteness. Idk.
I LOVE ANGRY SEX TOO. God, I've been trying to write a porn thing of angry sex since January. Maybe I'll do that this month...idek.
Thank you beautiful!! <3333
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You could, you know, write a little one-shot based on it...
*uses Matt icon as persuasion*
Also, should you need someone to cheerlead for your angry sex (does that sound weird?), I'm your girl! :D
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1 was incredibly sexy, 5 was dunno, intense and hilarious at the same time (?) I loved it, 6 WAS SO CUTE!!! and 10 was very very hot.
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Thank you bb!
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Brilliant as always, my sweet girl! :D
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I love you Sweet D <33333
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You flatter me omg. That is just about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. It means the world that you feel that way omg
*squeezes*