Hes So Fine Bro

he’s so fine bro

a/n: yall asked so i gave!! within the same 24 hours too, crazy.

warnings/content ahead: smut, fluff, suggestive, cutesy stuff, sexual stuff, and all in between, lmk if i miss anything

TOUCHY!MATT HEADCANONS

touchy!matt, who would always catch you in the quietest of times. it would be midnight as you stood in the middle of the kitchen, frozen in place as you checked something on your phone. matt feeling the lack of presence from his bed since you got up, tiredly creeping up from behind you, slowly planting wet delicate kisses on your neck in sleepiness.

touchy!matt, who made sure to brush flimsy hair out of your face when you were talking to him, wanting to see nothing but your eyes in the way, his fingers slowly brushing against your skin as he listened to you attentively.

touchy!matt, who held tightly onto your hands durring stressful situations that would bug him, or you. when something was wrong with either one of you guys, he'd be the first to grab ahold of your hands, providing comfort to the both of you. a silent way of saying he was there for you, vice versa.

touchy!matt, who would nudge his head into the crook of your neck when he was sleepy, feeling his breath fan onto your skin as he breathed in your scent.

touchy!matt, who would spoon you when he already found you asleep, wanting nothing more than to fall into slumber alongside you, intertwined.

touchy!matt, who, when walking too long, say at a mall, notices how bad your feet ached, your limps getting worse as he winced, offering to carry you home. whether it was a piggyback or bridal style, it always took you by surprise just how far he was willing to go so you wouldn't hurt.

touchy!matt, who wanted to lay his head on your lap everytime you watched movies together.

touchy!matt, who loves to say how much he hated the corny shit couples would do, but when the music was just right, and it was late at night, he would jokenly take your hands for a slow dance.

at first you two trip over each other's feet with laughter, but the minute flies, and next thing you knew, you two were swaying against the rhythm of the music, your hands intertwined with the other as he swallowed, lifting his hand to twirl you around, pulling you back in as you rested the side of your head on his chest, continuing to sway to the song.

touchy!matt, who loved giving you forehead kisses, planting them on your head every morning and night, soothing your hair back.

touchy!matt, who craved hugs from you every 4-5 business days, the ones where he crawls on top of you in bed, crushing you so tightly and held it, wanting to feel you chest to chest with him, loving the steady beat of your hearts thumping against each other.

touchy!matt, who would specifically kiss the tiny freckles, moles, or birthmarks on your body, it didn't matter where they were, he wanted even the indifferent parts of your body to feel whole, and his.

touchy!matt, who would always guide your palm to his dick, using your hands to show you just how much he needed you.

touchy!matt, whose favorite position is missionary, loving to see your pretty face scrunch up and whimper because of him, wanting to see the expressions that slipped from your grasp because of him.

touchy!matt, who would eat your tits whole, if he could. spreading open mouthed kisses on them all the way down your stomach, feeling your hand instinctively grip onto his hair when he'd bring his kisses lower.

touchy!matt, who'd chuckle at your neediness for more of his tongue, sending soft vibration through your cunt.

touchy!matt, who would bite your lip when he got desperate when making out. when you'd pull away gasping for air, he'd only just drag your bottom lip back to him with his teeth, needing more of you.

touchy!matt, who'd lock both your hands over your head as he rams into you, his hands pressing against your hand hard on the bedsheets, sliding his fingers past his palms and through the separations of your fingers, interwhining them as his speed quickens and your moans get louder.

touchy!matt, who was also a sucker for slow, intimate and sloppy sex. the kind that leaves you sweaty and full of thoughts, the kind where he can take his time and lick every part of your body, taking his time to memorize every inch with it.

touchy!matt, who would get whiny and bratty if you ignored him for too long, petty enough to return the favor, which would only piss you off more. he didn't like seeing you angry, but oh how he loved it.

touchy!matt, who traces the lines of your lips with his fingers.

touchy!matt, who is on the edge of getting a tattoo decicated to you.

touchy!matt, who acts like he doesn't know about your fantasies of wanting to ride his nose.

touchy!matt, who always felt like he wanted to dig himself into your skin and wear you like a cloak.

"yeah, i think you've brought that up once or twice, matt."

"i just want to put you on and zip you up, maybe when im inside you i could finally feel close enough to you." he rambles.

"i could think of a few way you could put yourself inside me." you blinked up at him.

(chris's version here)

you were ecstatic when eren presented two tickets to you.first class tickets to san juan, the largest metropolitan area in puerto rico.glossy lips connecting with his in an excited squeal.the people, city, food, hotel.all of it was fucking beautiful,you never wanted to leave.too many drinks later, you were giggling as you pulled eren behind you on the beach.

it was late and the beach was deserted,thundering waves splashing against the shore.a light breeze whips your hair wildly and you tuck it behind your ear with a smile.sand seemed to claw at your feet with each step,moon shining down almost heavenly on you two. eren’s beautiful chiseled face staring back at you puzzled. he’s drunk and so are you.

“f-fuck!” eren whines underneath you,hands gripping your ass as his eyes screw shut.you’re riding him on the beach,ass clapping against his toned stomach with each drop of your hips.slap slap slap.he feels so good inside you and your seeing stars as his swollen tip prods your g-spot deliciously.

he looks so fucking beautiful.his green eyes meet yours, they’re low and dark. and before you can protest he’s clutching at your waist and forcing you to ride him faster, harder.your moans sync like a beautiful melody hands clutching at the pink towel placed underneath you two.

“this pussy is so damn perfect.” he grunts and you feel his warm cum filling you, decorating your pink contracting walls.his nut is running down your shaking leg and you feel it.eren’s hands grab a fistful of your hair and pulls you into a kiss.

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who is she? dream girl journal prompts

how does she dress?

what does she look like?

what are her wellness habits?

what are her weekly routines?

what are her boundaries?

what is her mental diet?

where is her focus?

where is she living?

who is she dating?

what is her careerr?

what does her social profile look like?

what shows does she watch?

what successes/accomplishments does she have?

how much money does she make?

what does she consume on social media?

how do people treat her?

who does she aspire to be?

what does she spend her free time doing?

who is she inspired by?

what has she let go?

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