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an: eek!!!! Arthur Hill you have an incredibly special place in my heart you little brat x he’s my absolute baby GIRRLLLL he’s so pretty xx hope you all enjoy, and stay tuned for my medieval knight!arthur au :))
content warnings: established relationship, oral sex (f and m receiving), slight dubcon, public sex, drugs, lots of cum, squirting, overstimulation, pegging, use of mummy, switch!arthur
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
10000% a cuddler - Arthur has always and will always be the little spoon, wrapped around your body with a hand combing through the back of your hair. His head will rest on your chest, as he presses little pecks to your collarbones, his hair tickling you. He’ll mutter little jokes to you, your legs tangled together as he soothes you out of whatever headspace you’ve settled into
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favourite body part on himself is his arms and hands, he loves the way his fingers get your attention. His silver rings glint and catch the light, and you watch like a cat engrossed by a laser pointer. When he plays the piano or his guitar, your deep breaths tell him he’s got you hook line and sinker. The dampness between your legs solely because of his hands. He knows how his long fingers can make you fall apart, spreading you open and curling into the spongy spot that makes you see stars. When he’s sat at the piano, baby tee wrapped around his biceps, revealing long tanned and tattooed arms, he’ll side eye your clenching thighs, tossing his head to summon you over, and have you hump his leg until he finishes playing.
His favourite body part on you is without a doubt your pussy. It’s crude and seems a little sexist, but arthur doesn’t see it that way. Your pussy is his reason to get up in the morning, his favourite meal and his biggest fan. He very lovingly has nicknamed your pussy, ‘my girl’ - living for the thrill of phoning you in public, only to ask “How’s my girl? She missing me?”, a wide grin spreading across his face as you fumble a response, squirming on the other end of the call.
When he spreads your pussy lips, fingers stroking the wetness of your cunt over your folds before leaning down and kissing your clit, the full body shudder it produces from you makes his heart glow. He just absolutely adores your vagina, he would die a happy man if he spent the next 60 years of his life between your thighs, nipping and sucking in all the right places until you gush all over his chin
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Goes fucking insane for cumming inside of you.
He’ll fuck your pussy til you’re squirming and clenching, pushing the cum out of yourself and making it spurt out around his dick, only for him to use his own cum to lube up your ass, thrusting in deep as he fingers his own seed back into your cunt. 8 inches deep in your ass and three fingers stuffed into your pussy, his cum making a lewd display of him marking both holes as his own
The feeling of knowing you’ve been stuffed with cum in both holes, a part of him buried so deeply inside of you, makes his cock twitch back to life on his stomach when you’re both laying on your backs trying to catch your breath
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Arthur is a freaky little pervert I’m going to be honest. Arthur coerced you into having sex whilst high, and you’d done it because you trusted him completely. He’d been so careful and delicate with you, holding the joint up to your lips and guiding you, acting all nice and innocent. He knew what he was doing, getting you a little bit too high, to the point where you were floaty and pliant, nodding along dreamily to everything he said. His tolerance was significantly higher than yours, so the half joint he’d smoked had only given him a warm buzz in his chest. Your eyes were red and puffy, half lidded as you sank back into the cushions. He fucked you senselessly, staring down at your vacant eyes and drooling mouth, gathering up your spit and fucking his two fingers into your mouth. He chuckled as you attempted to suck them, only drooling more.
“Mmhm, that’s it baby, take it like a good girl.” He groaned, grinding his hips down into yours, his cock deep inside of you, you let out choked little moans, making grabbing hands for him, your eyes becoming heavy.
“Aw, stupid baby can’t handle her weed, eh? You sleep then, I’ll take care of you.”
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
This man has been around the BLOCK! fingers in all the gender pies ifygm
He fucked and fingered his way through his early twenties, meaning when he got to you, he made you fall apart within ten minutes of your first sexual encounter
Arthur was unlike any other man you’d ever been with. Entirely in sync with every reaction he drew from your body, a shit eating grin plastered on his face the entire time.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
If he’s fucking you, he loves a cheeky bit of standing doggy. It’s just so desperate. Anytime anywhere, he can take you from behind, hips snapping into your ass as he humps you like a rabid dog. Arm tense and wrapped round your stomach, working over your clit intensely. He lives for the versatility of it, you can fuck like that in the shower, against his bedroom door during a house party or even in the crowd of a concert you’re attending, looking very affectionate to onlookers, all whilst Arthur’s cock twitches inside of you
If you’re fucking him?? Missionary all the way. He’s a pillow princess 100%. He wants to be spread out for you, legs open and willing. He’ll look up at you thrusting above him, eyes blown out. Reaching up to play with your bouncing tits, one hand circling your nipple as his other creeps down to jerk himself off. Missionary let’s you scrape his prostate with every thrust, making his mind go fuzzy and stupid. He’ll cum onto his own tummy, whimpering and babbling, begging you to keep fucking him until he cums again.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s always giggling and joking around with you, finding humour in the little slip ups either of you have. However, Arthur absolutely loves having high sex with you - when you’re both floating through space, everything around you seeming hilarious, you will have sluggish and slow sex, every sensation heightened as you giggle into each others open mouths
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I’d say he has a bit of a bush, a bit scraggly and curly like his hair, with an absolutely delicious v-line. When you kiss down his chest, licking down his chest and over his tummy, scraping your teeth against his happy trail and peppering it with open mouthed kisses. It makes his stomach clench, his eyebrows knitting together as his head knocks back with a groan.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s a romantic at heart, but sex with Arthur doesn’t always reflect that - he’s not violent by nature, but he can’t help but get rough with you, just because he loves to see the way you keen into his touch and cry out as he tugs your hair or spits in your mouth,
When he’s feeling sensitive, he’ll really set the mood, a record spinning in the corner of his room and the lights on low. It’s usually when he comes back from being away from you, and he’s just so desperate to feel how warm you are that he tears up a little bit when you kiss him, and the sniffles turn to full blown cries when his dick sinks into your hot wet pussy, it’s a bit over dramatic, but he’s just so in love with you that the theatrics of his personality come out to play x
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Arthur’s a pretty big masturbator, fucking his fist in the shower after you’ve left for work, using your body wash as lube to fuck his hand with, the scent of you making his eyes roll back. He can’t handle not fucking you before you leave, so he’ll make himself cum with a pout on his face before sending you photo evidence of the mess he’s made all over the tiles in the shower.
although, weirdly enough, he is so fucking turned on by distance between you - it was strange, he expected to be lonely and sad when he’d be away performing or touring, but it only brought you both closer together. Sleepless nights spent panting down the phone as he fisted his cock desperately, whining into the microphone about how much he missed you. The pair of your panties he’d brought with him, paired with the dildo you’d bought for him, he’d be stuffed full, pumping his cock into the gusset of your thong, listening to the filthy things you were saying to him. It wasn’t conventional, but it made him so excited to be home
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
BRATTHUR HILL!!!!! this man is a big baby - he’s going to huff and moan, roll his eyes and get snappy with you when your attention dips from him even slightly, mope around the apartment when you tell him you’re busy, sulking in the corner of the pub when you won’t kiss him, anythingggg that doesn’t go his way he will make his opinion heard. All this, just so you will slap him round the face, tell him off with a manicured finger pointed in his direction, and he knows he’s in for it as soon as you’re alone. You’ll edge him within an inch of his life, working his heavy cock over and over, pulling away at the last second when he groans and gasps, clutching his hands at you, and when you tell him,
“No. Arthur you can’t always get what you want, you fucking take this and don’t touch me. You don’t deserve to.” He’ll whine and cry, tears pooling, staring at you with a pout and big doe eyes.
“You’re just being a bitch. I haven’t done anything wrong.” The slap to his balls makes him heave forward, crying out and eyes rolling to the back of his head. But he never learns his lesson, always ending the night with full balls and a hand print on his cheek.
He also fucking LOVES being marked up by you. Hickies on his neck, scratches on his arms, bruises in the shape of your fingerprints on his thighs. He’ll whine and whimper as you mark him up, moving up and down his body with slow languid kisses, smattering them all over his chest, sucking love bites into his neck and collarbones, turning the particularly sensitive spot below his ear purple, causing a sharp whine to leave Arthur’s mouth, he wants you to mark him in obvious places, because as he gets dressed the next day he gets to examine the purple marks on his neck, and the scratches on his arms, framed perfectly by the little tshirt he’s wearing and it makes his dick twinge
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He is not picky. Anywhere. Genuinely, it doesn’t fucking matter - if you’re just waiting to get on the tube, he’ll push his body close to your back, looking as though he’s just keeping a protective hold on you, whilst he’s actually rubbing his painfully hard erection into your ass, the arm sling over your front less than discreetly groping your boob through your shirt
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing you in his clothes, 1000%
When he sees you in little cotton panties and his grey cardigan, buttoned haphazardly and revealing the curve of your collarbone, his dick starts swelling in his pants, and he’s pulling you into his lap to pump his fingers into you, all while telling you to continue working on your laptop
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would genuinely never be able to share you. The concept of someone else touching you in anyway makes his blood boil. You are entirely his, they’re his tits on your chest and his pussy between your legs. He’s painted both with enough cum to know that, and the thought of any other person being inside of you honestly makes him a bit nauseous
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
That man is a MUUUUNNNCCCCHHHH!!!!!! to the point where he genuinely doesn’t give a fuck about you blowing him, like at all. If he was on death row, you would be his last meal.
Between your legs, head nestled in your wet thighs - his cool rings making you shiver as he strokes up and down your body, he will practically be making out with your pussy, smearing his lips all over your cunt. He’ll lick and suck all over you, kissing your clit gently, peppering little kisses all over you. The feeling of your velvet skin on his face drives him fucking crazy. He’ll spit and drool all over your cunt, a lewd mixture of his saliva and your slick coating his face. His moustache tickling your clit as he pumps his tongue in and out of you.
“Y’taste so sweet for me, baby,” the vibrations of his words stimulating your cunt
He’s not even doing it for your pleasure at this point, he’s just so enthralled by the action of eating your pussy that he’ll eat you into overstimulation, grinning into your cunt as you cry and quake against his tongue. His own hips will be grinding into the bed, moving in quick thrusts as he chases his high, his dick painfully hard just from eating your pussy. He works you up to orgasm over and over again, pumping two of his long fingers into you, rings cold but the stimulation on your gspot hot - the mixture of sensations creating a white hot knot of pleasure in your stomach, until you squirt all over his face, dripping down his cheeks and your thighs. As Arthur looks up you, his face red and wet, hands trembling from where they’re resting on your thighs, you giggle a bit, knowing he’s painted the inside of his boxers like a horny teenager just by bringing you pleasure.
“You made such a mess of us both, baby, you got one more in you?”
He’s not that bothered about a blowjob when he’s sober, preferring eating your pussy any day of the week - HOWEVER. When this man is high, or drunk, he gets ROUGH! he’ll force you down to your knees, ringed fingers forcing your mouth open, he’ll force you to gag and choke on them, making saliva pool down your chin before he spits onto your face - scoffing and smearing it all over your face, ruining your mascara, before he thrusts his long cock into your throat, hand clenching your hair into a ponytail as he pulls you up and down his length by your hair. Drunk Arthur gets mean; belittling you for being so willing to be ruined by him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He gets rough and fast when he’s drunk or when he gets jealous. Jealous Arthur is a force to be reckoned with. So insanely possessive of you, sat in his chair glowering at the kind waiter who complimented your hair, or clenching his jaw after hearing Chris say you smell nice, or GOD FORBID you’re at the pub and someone tries to make a move on you. He’ll stalk over, eyes dark as he wraps himself around you, forcing his tongue down your throat in front of the stranger. He’ll open his eyes mid kiss to narrow them at the guy, making him even more uncomfortable before they inevitably walk away. Arthur stays angry and petty about getting jealous until he’s fucked you guts out. As soon as he gets you alone, even if it’s with his large hand clamped over your mouth in the back of the pub’s beer garden, he’ll have you bent over. One of his hands gripping over your mouth to silence the desperate moans leaving your throat, the other drawing desperate and sloppy circles on your clit. His hard dick driving into you, stretching you open, his lips by your ear as he spits filthy words at you,
“Fucking vile little slut. Such a brat, complaining I kissed you at the bar. Did you want him to fuck you, huh baby? You think he could fuck you this good? No fucking chance.”
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
although, a quickie for you and Arthur has become having sex every single time you’re meant to leave the house, meaning all your friends tell you the wrong time to meet up in hopes you might actually be on time for once
It doesn’t matter when or where, you two are gonna do something. In the green room before his show, having to be deadly silent as you ride him on the sofa, because his mic is synced up with the rest of the band. In his childhood bedroom, as he recovered from his torn acl (you had tried to insist you could NOT have sex with him in that state, but he pouted until you gave in. It turned out that you sitting on his face really was the only thing that made him feel better). In the backseat of the car on the FFW shoot, as the marines attempted to track him down, steering clear of the car that was bouncing up and down on the gravel. It really doesn’t matter. Arthur is a pussywhipped FOOL and he doesn’t give a fuck how inappropriate the setting is, if he wants to greet his girl he’s gonna do it
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
As with the quickies section, it is very obvious that Arthur is completely game to take risks. He could not care less. Every freaked out little fantasy you have, he will fulfil.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
When it comes to him fucking you, he can fuck you for one solid, toe curling round but his hips can get too painful for non-stop pistoning into your guts. However, if you crawl on top of him, and ride his dick with slow rotations of your hips, grinding your clit into the thatch of hair at the top of his cock, dragging your nails down his chest and tracing his tattoos with a pointed tongue???? Oh babygirl he is going to last until the sun comes up
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Hell YES this man owns so many toys.
His absolute favourite is obviously your strap, an intense 10 inches of silicone cock that pounds his ass into shreds. (Despite Arthur being well endowed, when you poke fun at him, calling his cock small in comparison to your own, making his entire body hot with humiliation, feeling so incredibly emasculated by his pretty little girlfriend and her big dick, it makes him so hard it hurts)
He loves a buttplug, wether on you or him. He loves fucking your ass in the morning, loading you up with cum only to settle the silver and red plug deep in your ass, keeping you full of his seed for the rest of the day. he’ll then do his favourite nightly ritual of a hole inspection, spreading your ass and pulling out your plug as you hiss.
“So filthy, baby, walking round all day with me inside of your pretty little asshole.”
An absolute favourite of Arthur’s, when he’s feeling more dominant, is your remote control vibrator. As he stood onstage at Wembley, looking out at the screaming crowd, a symbol of his lifetime of work, he smiled, disbelief on his face. His hand in his pocket, rolling over the buttons that were making the vibrating nub in your panties push you closer and closer to climax. The entire show, he had pressed the buttons, slowing the buzzing way down for his more mellow music, only to suddenly skyrocket the vibration onto full steam when he picked up his adrenaline. You hadn’t been able to cum yet, the stimulation going up and down like a yo-yo. You were wet down to your mid thigh, and you kept them clenched together in hopes it would ease some of the throb. As the end of the show dawned, Arthur stood on stage, grinning and waving to the section where you stood, surrounded by your mutual friends. He blew you a kiss. And turned the vibrations all the way up, and took his hand from his pocket. Tears sprang to your eyes and you shook all over, legs buckling, forcing you to sit down. George and Chris flustered over you, asking if you needed water or anything. You garbled out a reply, blaming too many vodka crans and too much pride. You stared holes into Arthur’s dancing body from your spot, cumming with a moan you disguised as a supportive ‘woo!’ - in a sea of thousands he managed to find your half lidded eyes, and he winked, before throwing the remote control from his pocket and into the gap between the stage and the crowd. The full speed vibrations were making your clit ache already. You whimpered. It was going to be a hell of a long night.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Finchy Finchy Finchy…..this man absolutely LIVES to tease you, in public it’ll be lingering eye contact, slight brushes just shy of where you want him to touch you, his large ringed hand guiding you through a crowd just by your hip
The cocky bastard will grin at you the entire time, fingers deep inside of your pussy, mouth sucking your clit and his tongue rolling over it, releasing it with a pop to toak to you
“Yeah? You like that, huh baby?”
And when you nod desperately, thighs caging his head in between, he’ll pull back with a grin, stilling his fingers.
“Don’t be so greedy, baby. Let me do what I want to you, you know you’re only here for me to play with.”
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
one thing about Arthur is that this man is going to WHIMPER! Moans, whines, whimpers, the whole lot. He’ll be on his third orgasm of the night, mewling as you overwork his spent cock, tears on his waterline as he sniffles and whimpers. Everytime he cums, he lets out a high moan, his tummy tensed as his eyes roll back into his head. He’s also a yapper, he’s going to be begging and pleading as soon as you’ve given him a kiss
“Please, baby, I’ve been so good for you just let me cum.” He’ll pant out, crying slightly when you shake your head, a wicked smirk playing on your face. He’ll get bratty, whining at you and rutting his hips up into your hand, knowing what’s coming. The slap round his face will make him yelp, ropes of cum spurting out of his cock. He’ll pant and heave as he comes down from his high, knowing he’s in for a punishment. The tears on his cheeks may look like he’s upset, but trust me, he’s exactly where he wants to be.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He wants to be PEGGED! or plugged or fingered or anything that involves his prostate being massaged until he cums all over his stomach. He begs for the strap OFTEN. He’ll come home from a gruelling day at the studio, or with some bad news from his doctor, and stare up at you with big sad eyes, pawing at you.
“Need it so bad, please fuck me, I’ve been thinking about your dick all day, baby.” His voice is meek and quiet, face nuzzled into your cleavage. How could you ever say no to that? You’ll have him in prone bone, his knees up by his chest as you mount him, strap working over time to stretch out his ass. He’ll babble absolute nonsense, eyes spaced out and cheeks flushed bright red. With teary eyes and hands grasping into your hair, he’ll moan your name before cumming all over both your stomachs. You continue thrusting your strap into him, making the tears spring down his cheeks and his legs jolt, overstimulation drawing out big pants from his chest. He’ll grope at your bouncing tits, trying desperately to bring them to his mouth.
“Please….go faster…. Please, mummy.” He’ll pant out to you, his eyes big and doe-like as he floats over the edge again, his dick twitching where it rests against his stomach.
The first time you pegged him, you had him in doggy, a pillow beneath his hips. You’d pushed your strap in slowly, after working him open with two fingers that had made him twitch and shudder. Inch by inch, his asshole took your strap, and when you were buried to the base of your cock, arthur let out a strangled cry and came all over his own thighs - you hadn’t even pulled back to thrust, and his legs were shuddering. You giggled slightly, leaning down to kiss his smooth back.
“Such a good boy, Arthur. You took that so well.” You began to pull out, expecting him to be worn out and ready to stop after cumming so quickly. But his hips chased your strap, pushing back so you buried into him again.
“N-no. Please. I need you. Stay close, baby, please.” His whine was pathetic, high and babyish. But how could you resist him, when he turned his head with pleading, watery eyes.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Low-key he’s packing I’ll be honest. All rockstars are x
He’s a very surprising 8 1/2 inches, but the thickness of his length makes him feel so much bigger. Taking his cock without preparation makes you cry out, digging your nails into his back.
“So-so fucking big, Arthur, hnghh,” you’ll moan into his neck, legs wrapped around his hips. The cocky bastard will grin, looking down at you.
“Oh yeah? M’not even in all the way, baby, you sure your little cunt can take me?”
The burn is always worth it, so you nod your head desperately. He’ll reach down and circle your clit with his long fingers, before bottoming out inside of you. The strangled groan that leaves your throat makes him laugh, leaning down to lick into your open mouth.
“Take me so well, don’t you? Moulding this pussy round my cock like my own little fleshlight. Good fuckin’ girl.”
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
All day everyday. He is so beyond obsessed with you. With your pussy, with the way it feels on his face, clenched around his fingers and wrapped around his cock.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He’s the one cuddling you, so he will probably fall asleep first, especially if he’s feeling subby - wrapped around your body and hearing the steady beat of your heart, it doesn’t take long for him to be sleeping on your boobs, head nestled between them as little snores leave his mouth
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