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i want felix to soft dom me and tell my im pretty as he ruins another orgasm for me

i think i'd cry if somebody wanted to translate my fics. LIKE HOW ARE PEOPLE SO CHILL WHEN OTHERS ASK???????? ID COMBUST!!!!!!!! EXPLODE!!!!!!! also my ego would be so fucking STROKED like SHIT
          
          (im ranting because i just witnessed somebody reply with "ok" to somebody asking to translate their story. o. k. OK?? OKAY?????? BITCH LET ME SMACK SOME SENSE INTO YOU WHAT)

i occasionally stalk followers

I JUST REALISE MY BOYFRIEND LOOKS LIKE THEODORE 

super naughty and crazy and illegal mattheo upload *shocked face*

enzo slapped me with his [ redacted ] and now i want to [ redacted ] him until he [ redacted ] all over my hand because he deserves to be a [ redacted ] drunk thoughtless little [ redacted ] who [ redacted ] my [ redacted ] like he's been [ redacted ] for three weeks

okay i WAS meant to write stripper!mattheo, but ive got my first exam tomorrow and i cant risk starting new projects......
          
          that being said.....
          
          
          coming to your 20th birthday party, a hand dragging through your perfectly styled hair as you smile at the thought of a long night ahead. drinks and games and fun. walking into the rented club, eyes immediately seeking out the bar, and then walking over to your girlfriends, accepting hugs and presents and kisses. taking it all graciously, knowing that by the end of the night, the lot of you will be shitfaced drunk. afterall pansy doesn't plan parties halfway.
          
          four hours later, tracey is stripped to her underwear, trying to dance on the pole in the middle, and daphne is cheering her on, two glasses of straight up vodka sloshing about as she jumps up and down on the spot. the music rumbling through the floor, lights low and rich purple as you and pansy dance around each other, giggling.
          
          suddenly, she stops, and grabs you by the shoulders, yelling that you're going to get your birthday present from her. her telling you that you can always come back whenever you want to, and that she'll be waiting if you need anything as she leads you to one of the private rooms.
          
          turning around, only to find a room with a bed, pole, and a bar. and one very tatted mattheo riddle making a drink at said bar. appreciating his outfit as much as you can, and blushing furiously when he looks up at you and says, "i hope the birthday girl is up for a few more drinks. unless you just want to get to the show."
          
          blurting out the question if hes a stripper who works there, and only receiving a grin from him in response as he points to the bed and says that he can show you if you want
          
          and HOLY SHIT, you never knew a man's body could move like that. his hand holding the side of your neck as he kisses up the other side, hips constantly moving on you as he groans into your skin. 
          
          lets just say.... its a long night.

modern au!enzo waking up with his hips grinding into the bed, so close to fucking coming, but being a good boy and calling you to ask permission hfnmmmfmmfdmmmmm yes please
          
          waking up to the ring of your phone, and answering without looking at the caller id only to hear desperate moans and groans and the telltale wet sounds of him jerking off his slick dick as he brokenly whimpers his pleas to let him come <333

if anybody wants to see what mattheo and theo are gonna be getting up to in the next chapter of distorted:
          
          
          There’s a moment, long enough for Theo to once again wonder what in the ever loving fuck he’s doing, and then Mattheo is groaning, eyes fluttering open. His breath wheezes out of him, and his blown, dilated pupils flicker around, jaggedly sluggish as they try take his surroundings in. He lets out another huffing breath, and then his eyes flicker shut.
          
          And then a cracked, resigned, “Fuck”, rasps from Mattheo’s lips, almost making Theo grin.
          
          “Nice nap?” He asks, his hands hooking beneath Mattheo’s body to move him further up the couch.
          
          “What the fuck?” Mattheo groans again, his hand diving up into his hair as he blinks and squints at Theo. “What are you doing here?”
          
          “I could ask you the same question.” Theo says. “I’m not complaining, but most people would consider it rude to break into someone’s house and pass out on their couch. Uninvited.”
          
          “I’ll make sure to call you next time when I’m trying to survive literal hell.” Mattheo pants out, and his head rolls back against the armrest of the couch. “Fuck, how did I even get here? I don’t remember anything.”
          
          “If you’ve found booze, please tell me where.” Theo says, sitting down on the coffee table, next to Mattheo’s strewn clothes. “God knows I need alcohol-induced amnesia.”
          
          “Unlucky, Theo.” Mattheo says, eyes closing lightly as he relaxes and twines his fingers on his stomach. “I passed out entirely by myself.”
          
          Theo hums, and then looks Mattheo up and down. “Are you prone to fainting or what?”
          
          “Not really. I think I’d be happier if I was. Less shit to witness.” He admits, voice still rasping and low from his syncope. “I think it was hunger. Or dehydration. Or… something.”

where the quality fdom x msub oneshots @ ?