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[luciuscodedswedeboy]

[bad268]

Mr. Irrelevant Becomes Relevant (Brock Purdy X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/NFL

Requested: Nope, in honor of the Super Bowl

Warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurities, one sex joke at the end if you squint

Pronouns: Second Person (You/your and one use of ma’am)

W.C. 1356

Summary: When the weight of the Super Bowl gets too much, the reader takes it upon themself to show Brock why he's there.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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The road to the Super Bowl was long and tiring, but it was finally here. After being knocked out of the playoffs last year from a dirty play that ended in Brock being taken out of the game, he was back and on a roll. This was the first Super Bowl you had a personal connection with since you started your job as a Field Team Coordinator in 2021 after graduating from Iowa State. Your job was to plan the stage and work with the chosen artist to structure how the Apple Halftime Show would go. 

Maybe it was the fact that this was the first year you were doing it all on your own or maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend and his team were playing in the game, but you were beyond anxious and excited for everything. 

You had to be in Las Vegas two weeks before the Super Bowl, so you left Brock in San Francisco right after the championship game (after storming the field and congratulating him of course). He had to stay back with the team, but he met you there the following week.

It was hard the week leading up to the Super Bowl. You knew he was having doubts and overanalyzing every game he had ever played, and you wanted to comfort him. You really did! However, he had training during the mornings, and you had to be at the stadium by noon to run through the halftime show every night, so you had to settle for the brief morning interactions.

A short “You’ve got this” or “I believe in you” in passing became the short-term norm. It was not much, but it got what you needed to say out there. It seemed like it did not really help with Brock’s nerves, unfortunately.

That’s why you were happy to find out that Kyle Shanahan made Saturday a rest day, so you called in and told your right hands that you would be available remotely. If it was an emergency and they really needed you, you would go in, but there were not any pressing matters. Everything with the halftime show had already been settled, and there were no more preparations you could physically do. Just a few emails and short meetings that could be done through the hotel WiFi.

Waking up that morning, you were surprised to not find Brock still in bed, but you should have guessed that. You climbed out of bed and made your way out of the bedroom to the lounge, stopping in the doorway. To your not surprise, Brock was sitting on one of the armchairs rewatching games with headphones on. He was just wearing a pair of sweatpants as he immersed himself in the film, not noticing you walk up behind him. 

You stood behind the chair before running your hands across his shoulders as you wrapped your arms around them and leaned down, hiding your face in his neck. He did not turn his attention away from the screen but moved one of his arms up to hold your forearm as he continued watching, dropping his head a couple of times to kiss your knuckles. You placed small kisses on his neck and shoulders as you waited for the quarter to end and for his attention to be on you.

It did not take long since there were only a couple of minutes left, so when the quarter did end, he paused the recording and set the laptop on the coffee table. You walked around the chair and gently pulled Brock to stand with you. You wrapped your arms around his middle as he wrapped his around your shoulders and swayed you two back and forth. You ran your hands up and down his back, feeling the tense muscles before you pulled back to look up at him.

“You’re tense,” You whispered. “Stop psyching yourself out before the game even starts. That’s not gonna do you any good, babe.”

“I can’t really help it,” He chuckled under his breath. “Patrick Maholmes has done this before and he’s one of the best quarterbacks.”

“And how do you think he became one of the best?” You retorted sarcastically. “Oh yeah! Winning Super Bowls. Isn’t it crazy that you also happen to be in a Super Bowl right now, and you could win it? You did not get here through luck, Brock. You have a strong team behind you, and you’re a pretty good shot. It’s not some fluke that got you here. It was your hard work and dedication that got you in the Super Bowl. Don’t downgrade yourself like that.”

“You make that sound like a win already,” He laughed again as he left a kiss on your forehead. “We’ve still got a game to play.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t sound like you’re mentally ready to face the Chiefs, Brock,” You sighed as you stopped swaying with him. You moved your hands to hold his face and make him look at you. “You’re never going to win if you’re already thinking like you’ve lost. Let me put it this way. Did Patrick get in the Super Bowl his first full year in the NFL?”

“No, he didn’t,” Brock admitted with a small smile.

“That’s right,” You praised. “And when he did get in the Super Bowl for the first time, did he come off of a UCL injury which also happened during his 8th game and the NFC Championship Game no less?”

“No, he didn’t,” Brock chuckled as his smile got bigger. “I think I get the point now.”

“I don’t think you do,” You joked with him. “I need you to understand your worth and your potential. This is your first full year, and you are playing against some of the best in the league. I need you to start thinking like a champ 'cause we’re doomed if you start thinking like you’ve lost it, and it hasn’t even started.”

“We’re doomed?” He asked in mock offense, “I think we’re forgetting who has the best offense in the league!” 

“That’s the attitude I’m looking for, babe!” You cheered with him. You laughed as Brock jokingly walked around the room as if hyping himself up for the game that was scheduled for tomorrow. “Show them that this is where Mr. Irrelevant becomes relevant, and what better way to do that than to beat the reigning Super Bowl champs.”

Brock’s mood seemed to lift drastically the more he thought about showing the world that he could lead his team to a Super Bowl championship in just his first full year. He chuckled at the thought before walking up to you, lifting you, and spinning you around. When he finally set you back down, he pulled you into a messy kiss, clearly still running from the slight adrenaline. You chuckled against his lips as you returned the energy to the kiss and ran your fingers through his hair.

After a few minutes, he pulled away so you could both catch your breaths. You started chuckling lightly causing him to look at you questioninly. You loved one of your hands from his hair to hold his chin. 

“We’re going to have a chill day, no film, no training. Just self-care and relaxation, just you and me,” You whispered, pulling him into one last kiss. “And don’t take offense to this, but you are going to go shave before you give me a burn. Then we’ll go get some breakfast.”

“I thought you said I would look good with a beard,” He chuckled, running his hand over the light stubble he had. “Though you said I would look hot.”

“That’s something we can experiment with during the off-season, champ, but right now, it’s irritating,” You laughed with him before patting his chest as you pushed away from him, “I’m also willing to bet we will do a lot more than kissing today, so go shave now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He jokingly saluted as he took off toward the bathroom with a smile. Without a doubt, he was ready to show them that Mr. Irrelevant is relevant.

~~~~~

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[ramp-it-up]

Customer Service

Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader

Word count: around 3K

Summary: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Pining, employer/employee relationship, up skirting (w/consent?), white panty kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, graphic mirror sex, p in v, sex standing up, creampie, good girl kink, Dom Chris if you squint, implied blow job. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).

Author’s note: I guess maybe I’m back? Idk. It’s been a while. Let me know what you think.

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“Did you just ask me if I… Wanna do you in your bedroom?”

Your eyes were wide and you’d nearly choked on your drink, not believing what he’d just asked you. 

Chris guffawed loudly, causing everyone to either look over or shake their heads, used to his expressions of mirth.

“Wow. Freudian slip much?”

“Fuck you, Chris.” 

You rolled your eyes as you took another gulp, a little bit mortified.

“Hmmmm. There it goes again.”

He grabbed your hand as you walked away, pulling you back to where you were. You were heated and Chris seemed to be enjoying it. He always teased you every time you were around.

“Calm down, Gorgeous, I’m just messing with you. What I meant was, do you want to redecorate my bedroom? You did a great job in here.” 

He indicated your mutual friend's basement, which you’d redesigned the past summer into a game/media/entertaining space. You looked around slowly, taking in every detail to which you’d paid close attention. 

Chris always found a reason to talk to you at your friend’s get togethers, eternally flirty, but you did not take it seriously. Although you were attracted to him, it was never the right time. Either you were taken, or the rumors were that he was. And anyway, it was just harmless fun. No way he’d be interested in you.

“Gorgeous.”

As your eyes came back to Chris, he was looking at you, and not the decor.  He cleared his throat and took another drink, eyes still on you.

“When I look around my bedroom, there just seems to be something missing. And so that leads me to you.”

You just stared at him, not wanting to respond this time. Chris took it as reticence.

“Come on. As a favor to me? Pwease?” 

Chris pouted and poked out his ruby red bottom lip. You laughed at him.

“You’re just a great big brat, aren’t you?” 

You sighed as he grinned knowingly.

”Ok. But it’s not a favor. It’s business. And I’m not cheap.”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you.

“Nothing that is worth having ever is.”

—-

Taking this gig seriously tested your willpower. During the frequent meetings in his bedroom, you’d had to hold yourself back from tackling him onto the huge bed and fucking his brains out. 

But that wasn’t professional.

So you’d remained strong and took in the details of this room, which only had a huge bed and stark white decor. He was right. It needed some color. 

You and he began the hunt all over New England for the perfect pieces to complete the look of his most intimate space, Chris wanting to use the new 4x4 pickup truck he’d bought soon after you were hired. Since he was between projects, you two spent a lot of time together, discussing design, among other things. He was a very involved client. 

And a perfect gentleman.

Until one crisp fall weekend, when everything changed.

Early that morning, Chris pulled up to your house to pick you up, not opening the door for you as he usually did when you climbed up into the truck.

“‘Lo. Gorgeous. You good?” 

Chris drawling his nickname for you in that Boston accent behind the wheel of a pickup truck was the subject of many of your fantasies. But you couldn’t let him catch you slipping.

His eyes skimmed up and down your body as you smoothed your dress down and settled in to put on your seatbelt. You looked at him as he stared at you.

“Good morning, Chris. I am. Are you?”

You crossed your legs, showcasing your legs and cowboy boots under your short corduroy dress. Chris’ eyes darkened and his jaw clenched and he moved toward you, then seemed to think better of it as he settled back into his seat.

“Just peachy.”

You wondered what his deal was, but you pushed down your feelings and got out your phone, checking your list of antique shops. After all, this was business. You could feel his eyes on you as he pulled out of your driveway and got on the road.

It was a beautiful drive, but there was a new, more dangerous tension between you as the morning progressed. and you felt that something was going to snap any minute. Chris was a man of few words today, responding to you with grunts and nods. There was something going on that you couldn’t name. It put you on edge.

The morning was tense, and as you entered the fourth shop before you circled back for lunch, Chris hung back, looking for a brass fireplace tool set as you searched for a wardrobe. You didn’t know it, but he was also checking for you as his eyes followed you throughout the store. 

You almost stumbled over the cause of your undoing. Chris was pure sex on legs in jeans and a flannel shirt, signature baseball cap on over his hair which was newly buzzed and a scruff of a beard growing back in. You were too distracted by thoughts of him to notice his reaction to you as you walked through the old shop, which was filled to the brim with treasures. 

Chris was watching your legs in the cowboy boots when you backed up to the object in question as you sized up a large piece of furniture.

“Ay, yo!”

You and the woman with gray in her hair looked up to see Chris give you a nod, full of arrogance and ownership. You were taken aback from across the shop as the owner smirked and looked back down to her ledger as Chris strode over to you, in full frat boy mode. His broad shoulders, slim hips and long legs made you feel some kind of way and you backed up further as he approached.

Chris took in your wide eyes and moved you with just his proximity, hands in his pockets as he looked down at you like some asshole at a college party. God, you hated how your body responded to him. But the way he made you feel was like nothing else in the world. Maybe you would say something when the job was done.

Maybe not.

Chris reached out to touch your arm and you stopped retreating, staring up into those clear blues shaded by the bill of his baseball cap as he smirked down at you. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, and then down to your side and back up at you, eyes shining.

Curious, you looked down and saw a small oval shaped end table, it’s top a mirror. It came up to your mid thigh and gave Chris a perfect view up your dress. 

You shook your head at him, heart beating a mile a minute, but you didn’t move. Chris stared you down and spoke in a low tone which only you two could hear.

“I have to have that.”

He nodded down to the table, which reflected your ass back up to you both as you gazed down on it.

“You want it in your bedroom?”

Your voice was deep with desire as you asked the question. You were so close now, and looking up at him and his lips. You wondered how they would feel on your body.

“Want it. Need it. Bad.”

The way his voice broke a little bit was everything. There was no mistaking this conversation. You moaned a little yourself and cleared your throat.

“What are you going to do with it?”

The sexual tension was so high, you needed to climb over it and just do it.

Chris’s long lashes fanned his cheek as he looked down again and back up into your eyes.

“I’ll need to show you. In my bedroom. I imagine it will look good. Really good.”

Your breath hitched at the possibilities. You weren’t misreading any meaning this time.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Can you see the possibilities? Judging from what I see, I think you’re right there with me.”

You looked down to see that the vision of your soaked panties was plainly visible in the mirrored table top. There was no denying it. And you didn’t want to any more.

“You should get it.”

Chris gave a sexy side smile at your hoarse whisper.

“Oh. I intend to.”

Chris leaned down, his hand faintly brushing your thigh when he reached for the table. He smirked as he turned and headed toward the register.

You were too flustered to be able to breathe in the old store, so you walked out into the crisp fall air to catch your breath. You did not believe this was happening, and had almost convinced yourself that it hadn’t by the time Chris stalked out of the store, the table in hand. You climbed back into the truck as he put it in the back with the rest of the morning’s purchases. You tried in vain to stop thinking throughout the 20 minute drive.

When you arrived at his home, you jumped out of the truck, ready to call an Uber to take you home as he called to you from his door. 

“Y/N.” 

He nodded his head at you and you obeyed, following him into the house. You stopped in the living room, but was propelled forward as he jerked his head into his bedroom. You slowly moved forward, walking toward him and the table which he had put down near him in front of the bed.

“L-l-looks good.”

You were shook. You didn’t think you’d escape his bedroom untouched this time. And you didn’t think you wanted to.

“C’mere.”

Chris reached for your hand and you moved to give it to him. You two stared each other down, and then started to speak. At the same time.

“Chris,--”

“Y/N, am I–”

You both stopped and chuckled.

“You’re right–”

“Cause I gotta tell ya-” 

You stopped again, and Chris took off his hat, running his fingers through his hair. You just had to feel it between your fingers, and as you moved, he reached for you too, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You came together like a pair of magnets, unable to resist each other any longer.

Your first kiss was heady, teeth and tongue and lips acting out stored-up need. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. Then, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Same. But I wasn’t sure you liked me like that.”

Chris shook his head and chuckled. 

“For a smart woman, you can be pretty clueless sometimes. Everyone knows how I feel about you.”

You shrugged your shoulders. 

“No one told me.”

Chris was looking at your lips.

“You’re right. I should have. Y/N, L/N. I like you. I like you a lot.”

He kissed you again and pulled back.

“And like I said. I want you. I’ve been wondering what was under that dress all day, hoping it was nothing.”

“Oh really?”

Chris pulled you flush against him, and turned you around. You could feel the steel rod in his pants, and see him looking down. The table was right behind you.

“Yes. But what I saw in this table was so much better.”

Chris looked down again. 

“White cotton panties. Do you know what that does to me?”

“No.” You smiled innocently. “What?”

You were enjoying the knowledge that you affected him.

“I had a dream about you this morning. White cotton panties against your beautiful skin. Almost busted a nut in my sleep like a fucking teenager.” 

Chris was kissing your neck now, and your hands rubbed the erection inside his jeans. 

“Woke up with the biggest hard on.”

You moaned. 

“For me?”

“Yeah. for you. Do you want it?”

Chris pressed his crotch into your palm. You tried to grasp it in vain over his clothes. Then you reached for his button.

“Fuck yeah.” 

You got his pants open and were able to feel the fullness of his member through his underwear. You licked your lips not wanting to split your lip on him, but wanting to try. He was looking down again.

“I know you’re wet, Gorgeous. Did I do that?”

Chris edged away from you and unbuttoned his flannel, threw it on the floor and then took off his t-shirt. How dare he ask that as he stood shirtless in front of you.

“You make me wet whenever you’re around, especially in this room.”

He moved toward you again, nodding.

“I get it. Usually I stroke one out before we meet. To keep my hands off you.”

You clenched as he pulled up your dress and pulled your panties tight between your folds. The friction was good, but somehow not enough. You wanted more.

“But this morning, I just let it ride. ‘S why I’m so wild right now. Tired of holding back..”

“Oh Chris…”

“Tell me no right now. And I will be able to stop. If not….” 

He literally growled into your ear. His hands were at your hips now and going north, moving your dress up your body. You arched into him.

“Don’t stop Chris.”

His face changed and his hands stripped your clothes off.

You were wearing a white lace camisole, and your nipples were clearly hard beneath it.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he said, as he pulled it up over your head.

He grabbed you and his mouth descended down your body, stopping to worship and torture your nipples. One hand slipped inside your panties and he teased your slit, rubbing your wetness around them. You tried not to press your against his hand, but you were too wanton.

“I want to suck your dick, Chris.”

He moaned as you stroked his cock, running your thumb across his sticky wet tip. He shuddered.

“God I want that too, Gorgeous. Wanna see you try to take it all.” 

His free fingers brushed your lips as his other hand teased inside your sopping hole.

“But first I’m going to taste you. Then I’m going to fuck you. And you will watch me do it.”

Before you knew it, your back was on the bed and Chris was on his knees in front of you, holding your legs open and staring at your pussy. Those eyes. Those lashes. Those lips as he licked them.

“Gorgeous.” He looked up at you. “Can I?”

You leaned up on your elbows, needing to see this.

“Please,” you begged, the anticipation getting to be too much.

Chris pushed your thighs wider to accommodate his shoulders and leaned in, hot breath fanning your lower lips as his mouth got near. He moved his hands close and pulled your pussy lips apart, the sound of your slick releasing as he separated you deliciously pornographic.  He licked up and down your slit, and leaned back, huffing with indignation.

“Shit this is delicious.”

He tasted you again.

“You can’t be this perfect.”

And again.

“Holy shit.”

And then he immersed his face fully into your cunt, lickiing, swiping, sucking with his lips and tongue. You grabbed his hair and tugged, causing him to moan into your already-wrecked hole.

“Oh god, Chris….”

He pulled back, smacking his lips.

“That’s right. Give it to me.”

He lifted his hand, rotating his palm up, and slid his middle finger into you.

“So fucking tight. This is just one finger. Gotta loosen up, Gorgeous. Eyes on me.”

He winked and started to eat you out again, locking eyes with you. His tongue went to town, flicking your sensitive nub.

“Pinch those nipples for me, Gorgeous. Hard. Like a good girl.” 

He spoke into your cunt and he looked down to watch you clench desperately around his digit. That’s when he slipped another in and started finger fucking you. Grinning, he leaned down again and took your clit between his teeth as he watched your fingers pinch and pull your breasts.

“Goo gul.” Good girl.

He spoke through your pussy, the vibrations of his voice coursing through you and causing the tight coil in your belly to snap and sending your release gushing into his face. He gladly took everything you gave him, lapping you up and groaning in gratitude. When your pulses slowed, he stood up and wiped his face with his t-shirt.

You stared at the ceiling, embarrassed that you came that hard, and all over him. Your cheeks were warm and you wouldn’t look his way.

“Hey.”

Chris was grabbing your hand. And bringing you upright, tilting your head up for a kiss. His eyes were full of admiration.

“I think I’m addicted to that shit. We’re going to have to do that again.”

He smiled down at you, and you smiled back as he walked you backwards to the table.

“But first, I gotta see this.”

Chris gently kicked your legs apart and positioned the table between them.

“Wanna see myself balls deep in your pretty little pussy from this angle,  Gorgeous.”

He walked behind you, trailing his hand on your torso as he nestled himself against your back.

“Now watch closely.”

You looked down and gasped. It was so graphic, and so fucking sexy. Chris was pumping his cock and swiping it between your wet folds, causing sparks of sensation to radiate through your body. Looking at it from this perspective was a unique experience.

“So fucking hot.”

Chris’s deep voice in your ear and the drops of your arousal on the mirror caused you to try and chase his cock for relief, but he just held your hip fast with his hand to keep you still. 

“Keep being my good girl, Gorgeous. Be patient.”

After listening to you keen in his ear as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, he  couldn’t hold back any longer.

You moaned as you watched his huge cock breach your tiny hole from below. Your pussy started squeezing round him as he slowly stuffed himself inside you.    Chris’s hands were on your hips holding you down from take off as he thrust his pelvis. You groaned and threw your head back against his shoulder, not able to bear the image.

“Watch.”

Chris’s tone was laced with a little bit of danger. You clenched and he moaned, then smirked at your tell. He doubled down on the dom.

“Keep those fucking eyes open.”

You looked down and it took your breath away. You had the perfect view of Chris’s cock sleeking in and out of your cunt, balls tight against his unit.

“Now circle that clit. Lemme see that pretty little manicure help make you… “

You’d obeyed Chris immediately, and the vision of your chocolate manicured fingers parting your lips and rotating around your clit as his cock invading your tight channel was extremely erotic.

Chris looked down and saw his cock destroying you. He felt you beginning to spasm around him. He heard your sopping wet cunt and your sexy moans. He couldn’t take it.

“Shit that looks so, feels so, sounds so fucking good…”

“Oohhh!” 

You were near the edge. He sucked a hickey onto your neck as he lifted you off the ground with his thrusts. He hooked your leg over his elbow to help gain deeper access.

“Holy shit, taking me so fucking well. Gorgeous, look at it.”

“I can’t Chris, I… shit, holyyyyy, I’m gonna cum again. All over you, shittttt.”

Chris moved you slightly away from the mirror, but did not stop fucking you. He husked into your ear.

“Give it to me. Give it all to me and I’ll give it all to you. Gonna stuff this little pussy so full of my cum…”

“Ahhhh ahhh ah ahhhh!”

You came, body shuddering as Chris pounded into you. You felt the warm spurt of his cum hit your walls and you released as promised.

You opened your eyes and you were on  the floor, curled up in Chris’s arms as he sat on the rug at the foot of his bed. His hand was stroking your spine and you felt safe and warm. But anxious. You looked up at him.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe we did that.”

Chris kissed your nose.

“I can. Been dreaming of it for a long time. A couple of years. Since we first met.”

You were flabbergasted.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It never seemed to be the right time. But we’re here now.”

You smiled wide.

“Yeah. And I’m glad.”

Chris gave you a tender kiss and held you tighter. Then he got up and lifted you with him. 

“Time to shower and finish this bedroom.”

You tried to pull him toward the bathroom. But he didn’t budge.

“Or you can give me that blowjob you promised.”

You looked down to see Chris at half staff already.

“We’ve got time. Bedroom seems complete now anyway.”

That lopsided smile did something to your heart. You sank down on your knees.

“The customer is always right.”

Read the next part: One Per Customer

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[keeponquinning]

You guys are horrible enablers. I love you for that. @quinnsmunson , @choke-me-eddie , @quinnypixie , @live-love-be-unique, @stardancerluv , @feralgeek99 , @harley1608 , @hiscrimsonangel , @etherealglimmer , @hellfiremunsonn

WARNINGS — 18+ for SMUT. P in V, oral ( m receiving ), neck biting, cursing, RPF in general ( don't like it, scroll by or block me i guess?? ), fingering, dirty talk??, slight breeding kink if you squint, but overall smutty and fluffy. no use y/n, baby is used a lot???

What was supposed to be a small little drabble turned into THIS. Hope you all enjoy this!

word count — 9.4k

graphic by @quinnsmunson !!

Joseph Quinn x female reader

"Why are you not acting normal? Just show it to me already, like, you said it was a good shoot, right?"

"Yes, that's not....." He let out a sigh, "Fuck. I dunno. I'm just....very oddly self conscious all of a sudden." Fiddling with his phone, fingers tapping against it and pacing around the room. "I... I think it's good? But, well, maybe just biased, I dunno. I'm just struck with this almost unnatural desire for you to like it and I'm worried you won't and....my ego will take a hit and...fuck, that's a lot of run on sentences, but.... Yeah, not sure I'd recover from it."

You arched a brow, taking in the words, and of the nervous energy just seeping out of him. "Recover from...me possibly not liking it?"

"Yeah. Insane, isn't it?"

"Well, I mean... Yeah," you responded with a soft smile. "Fucking ridiculous, actually. It's you. Of course I'm gonna like it. Now... Just give me your phone, let me see. Then you won't be nervous and you’ll be normal again."

Joe seemed to relax a bit at that, knowing you were right, he was being silly about the whole thing. Taking a deep breath and handing you his phone, watching as you took it and tapped to play the video. His nerves coming back, the music playing, the queer sound of his own voice introducing himself. It was odd, even now, licking his lips as he watched you, well, watching him.

There was a small smile on your face, seeing your boyfriend on screen, all dressed in purple, a favorite color of yours, the sound of his voice from his phone, the softness endearing, almost soothing. Your smile widened, the little drum solo with the flowers in his hands, not knowing if it was part of the script but it felt so very him. Your brows rose, the video progressing, destroying the bed, the pillows, the—oh god. Your brows are rising higher. Oh, g o d, his neck. You didn't look up at him, instead, played the video again. And again. And again. "Jesus," you let out, dropping the phone onto the bed, looking up at him, to the phone, to him again. ".....good god."

"What? What? What do you—oh god, do you not like it? Oh, don't tell me that, was it cringy? It was, wasn't it? Fucking hell..."

But you shook your head, "Nope, no, not, not cringy, not..." You took a deep breath, looking up at him, eyes raking over him, the video playing over in your head now. Your eyes falling on his neck. "...It's um... I need you to take off your pants."

He burst into a laugh, chocolate colored eyes widened, his face colored in amusement and confusion. "I'm sorry—what?"

"I..." you started, letting out a laugh. "I just... Um... I'm dating a fucking model." He laughed at that, with his whole body, which made you laugh in return. "No, I'm serious! Like... I mean...that video like..... Baby, you're a fucking model! I... That's... Oh my god, do you know how beautiful you are?"

"Oh fuck off—"

"No! No! You fuck off!" you retorted. "That... Dare to be chill, like, oh, fuck you! Fuck you with that! Telling people to chill and then looking like that?! Baby! My love! No one is gonna fucking chill after seeing you like that!"

You're both laughing now, the pair of you, that ball of nerves completely gone from his system, falling into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His heart feels light, everything does, really, when he's with you. An anchor from the madness around him, preventing him from drifting aimlessly. He held you close, and you wrapped your arms around him, legs entangling together as well. "Fuck, I love you," he muttered before kissing the side of your neck. "You promise you're not just saying that?"

"Oh my god, you models are so needy," you teased, moving on top, draping your body against his, gripping his shoulders as you smile down at him. "Always with the constant need of validation."

He hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair, moving it from your face, letting him see more of you. "You knew what you were getting into. Can't be easy having this pretty face. Gotta put the work in if you want bragging rights."

You chuckled, "Good thing I'm a hard working girl," you uttered before slowly bringing your lips to his in a kiss. Soft. Warm. Starting in gentle little pecks, lips brushing against each other before they pressed on each other more. His fingers tightened along your hair, a soft groan as lips parted and the warmth of your tongues met, a hunger between you both. Tasting one another greedily, humming softly. "I wasn't bullshitting you..." you uttered between kisses. "You looked so great, baby... Hot... Sexy... Beautiful. So god damn beautiful, drives me crazy..."

He groaned at that, one hand remaining in your hair while the other roamed down your back, gripping your bum and pressed the hard bulge of his cock against you, "The feeling's very fucking mutual, darling..."

"Fuck..." your voice a hushed whisper, feeling him, sending a shiver to run though you, an ache forming between your legs, growing wet and needy. "Not fair... The man telling people to chill is so quick to lose his..."

A soft huff of a laugh escaped him, smiling against your jaw. "Yeah, well... Rather difficult when you're calling me beautiful and such. Gets to a guy's head, makes it swell up."

"Yeah, I'm feeling that against my thigh really well..." You slid off him slightly however, taking a moment to take him in, the version of him in the video lingering in your head as your fingers trail down his body, his shirt riding up, showing off his stomach, the happy trail that certainly made you happy every time you saw it. But you brush past it, right to the bulge straining against his jeans. Your smile widened, trailing over it, hearing his quickened breath and the soft whine from his throat. If you weren't listening for it, you would have missed it, but you loved that little whine of his. Spreading your palm over it and give a gentle squeeze.

He tilted his head back against the pillow, the soft whine a little louder this time, the squeeze a shock to his system. A surge of pleasure running through him, making his cock twitch underneath your hand. "Jesus..." Your eyes weren't on his aroused bulge, however, but at his face—no, his neck. You raised your lips toward it, and he let out a satisfied sigh at the feel of you, of your mouth brushing against the skin. Your hand rubbing against him, slow and steady, you could feel how his breath quickened, from his chest as it rose and fell. Though you felt it with your lips at his neck, as he swallowed hard, a soft little groan as your hand continued rubbing against him.

"You know what I noticed while watching you?" you asked, looking up to meet his eyes, darkened, almost black, his jaw clenched, a brow raised. "Your neck..."

The smile on his face widened, as did his eyes, a laugh wanting to escape but, fuck, he didn't want to stop you. "My neck?" he simply asked, licking his lips at the thought of your mouth on his neck, the bites, the marks, made him feel hot inside. Cock twitch under your hand, his mind going hazy. "Really?"

You smiled, fingers playing with the button of his jeans, an expert in unbuttoning it with a flick of your fingers as you bent down to give a soft, fluttering kiss along the side of his neck. "You have....a really slutty yet beautiful neck, Joseph Quinn... For Dior..." Both snorting at your words, but it died quickly, with amorous intent, his neck and the things you wanted to do to it filling your mind. Letting your lips linger, your tongue gliding along the skin, hot breath escaping as you find his pulse. Feeling it quicken with your actions, his hand gripping the back of your neck. Fingers entangling themselves in your hair as you suck and bite against a particular spot that...as you pull down the zipper of his jeans, your hand sliding inside and you can feel him more better. He's hard, even through his boxers, he's hard, making you squeeze your thighs together. Still needy, still wet, but as your teeth sink into his flesh with a harder bite and he groans, you set that fact aside.

"Fucking Christ..." he muttered under his breath, the sting of your bite claiming his entire body. Shooting straight to his cock, throbbing against your moving hand. His body helpless but to move against your hand, heart beating fast, hissing at your teeth, catching the flesh of his neck, tugging it, making him growl. "Shit... Love..." His free hand goes to the curve of your bum, squeezing it tightly. You let out a soft sigh, making him shiver, your hot breath fanned against the slick flesh. You moved in, though, sucking where you bit him and your hand on his cock stilled. That made him frustrated, moving, grinding against the stilled hand. A move of desperation, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Moving blindly as he closed his eyes, leaving no mercy on his neck, feeling himself start to sweat. "You're gonna....shit...you're gonna leave a mark, darling..."

"Mmm..." you hummed, the wet sounds of your mouth hitting the air, groaning softly as you sucked steadily, the feel of his pulse so defined, so clear and so quickened against your tongue. "Good," you muttered against him, teeth scraping against him, feeling him shudder. "Want everyone to see, baby..."

A soft huff escaped him, his fingers in your hair tightened as he pulled you from his neck. The sight of your lips slick with spit, swollen slightly, it thrilled him, leaning his head to press against yours, breathing deep. "...want everyone to see I'm yours?" You nodded, and he grinned, fingers scratching at your scalp. "...I am yours..." he uttered, and now it was his breath, hot with the light scent of the cigarette he had not too long ago, fanning against your lips. The desire to kiss him floods you instantly, his dark brown eyes on your lips, having the same desire rise up in him. His words soft, "I'm so fucking yours."

Your smile was warm, lips capturing his in a kiss, soft and sweet. A complete contradiction of what your body wanted. But it came out, as you felt Joseph kiss you back, deep and probing, his tongue, god, his tongue... His grip on your hair tightened, pain coming from the action but a moan escaped you, and he swallowed the sweet sound. "Let me..." you started, panting against his lips. "Let me prove it..." He seemed hesitant, though drawn to you, always so damn drawn to you. You smiled softly, giving a gentle kiss along his jaw. "Please, baby?"

The flash of his teeth was shown in his wide grin, letting his head fall back in defeat. "God, I hate how much I fucking love when you call me baby like that..." He chuckled, shaking his head, "It's so adorable. I can't say no." Though he should, he had a photoshoot in the morning, a smug little smile crossing his features. "You're going to give the makeup department hard work trying to cover your handiwork, love..."

"And you'll be grinning away, because secretly, you love it." You heard him hum as your lips went back to his neck, continuing their work. You could feel the slight vibrations as he moaned, a shiver running through you both. "You like how possessive I can be, don't you, baby? How much I want to show the world you're mine?" Your question punctuated with a bite — harsh and unforgiving, feeling him tense and shiver because of it.

"Fuck, yes... I do, I fucking love it..." He pulled on your hair tighter, a soft moan of your own fanning against his neck, he swallowed hard, felt the throb of his cock. "Do your fucking worst, please..."

There was no need to entice you more, your attention to his neck immediate. The feel of vibrations as his moans came one after another with each drag of your teeth against his skin made the wetness between your legs grow. You can't help it, the sound of him moaning was just so pretty, as well as the sound of his panting breath. The way his body tensed then shook, your tongue lapping against the feel of his pulse that steadily grew quicker, moving to bite his skin fully. Teeth catching a bit of skin, letting out a soft growl as you tugged and pulled, feeling his chest rise and fall as you did it. "Jesus fucking Christ..." his words, under his breath and slightly slurred. You weren't the only one getting drunk off this, truly getting intoxicated by each other.

Hands moved, away from your hair, your bum and toward his jeans. Pushing them down, groaning, letting out a soft whimper. You were making him needy and needed to feel you against his throbbing cock. "Love, please..." He pleaded, and you could feel him swallow, body tensing up, the tension of a rubber band about to snap. You hummed softly, sucking along his flesh. There was a flavor to him, something mixed with sweat, something you couldn't get enough of. He was right, you were going to give those poor girls more work while he sat in the makeup chair... But the thought gave you joy. "Baby... Baby, please..." came his needy whine, your saliva coating his neck at this point, kissing your way to his jaw, eyes meeting him as you smiled. Licking your palm, you made it nice and wet before going to his cock, this time not up for teasing him. The sound of his relieved sigh made you smile.

You love his cock, the way it throbs and pulse within your grasp. Making you squeeze your thighs for the littlest bit of relief. Your hand moving slowly from base to tip, his soft groans making your heart feel light, your eyes catching his neck, the faint markings making their presence known against his skin. You smirked at that, feeling powerful, especially as he started to buck his hips against your hand, essentially fucking himself against it. Your thumb brushing along his tip with a chuckle, moving to kiss his lips gently. "This what you needed, baby?"

"God, yes," he let out with a soft laugh, darkened brown eyes looking at you. A louder laugh coming out, the flash of his teeth in a grin. "Oh, you love making me so desperate for you, don't you?"

You couldn't deny it, not with your smile spreading wide as it did, your hand moving a bit firmer, letting out a soft hum. "It is one of my greatest joys, yeah," teasing him with a chuckle, which he returned with a smile. You took a moment, as this was quite the moment. Stroking his cock, feeling powerful as he looked at you with such darkened eyes... A breath released from you, capturing his lips with a kiss. Soft. Warm. You feel him kiss you back. Hungry. Hot. Wet as tongues meet and you tasted each other, feeling him groan, felt the vibrations of it cascade over you. Filling you with a shiver, shocks of arousal hitting you within your cunt, feeling your body start to heat up and a moan of your own pressed into his mouth. The kiss broke, and you were left with a panting breath and closed eyes, heads pressed together and you felt his hands in your hair. Opening your eyes, you swallowed hard, watching him look at you with that pure look of desire and lust. "You're beautiful, you know?"

He smiled lazily, a soft laugh falling from those smiling lips. "That's...very sweet. No, that's...the sweetest thing I've ever heard from someone stroking my cock so well."

"I'm serious," you say, chuckling, pecking at his lips. "You're really...fucking...beautiful... I'm sorry if I didn't say that before... I always thought so, you know, those big brown chocolate eyes and smile..." He chuckled, making you grin, not sure if he's convinced but it felt good to say. "I'm always floored by it... Seeing you in the Gris Dior video just sort of...put it out in full. Joseph... You honestly take my breath away... Every time..."

If he didn't believe you before, he certainly believed you now. His darkened eyes softened, cupping your face with his warm, rough, big hands, thumbs trailing your cheeks. You were making him feel sentimental, taking a deep breath and exhaling shakily. He felt a warmth that wasn't there before, his confidence in himself, while not dwindling before, certainly gained a bit of a boost. His smile widened, his heart beating against his chest a little stronger, shaking his head. "Then you know how I feel... Waking up and looking at you. I'm really fucking lucky. You mean so much and in...such a short fucking time... Thank you. Not... Not just for the words, though, those were fucking amazing," he chuckled as did you. "But for... For everything. Just...everything."

He kissed you then, and while the previous was filled with lust, and, okay, this kiss had a fair bit of that as well, there was something else. Adoration. Love. His teeth finding your lip and biting it, a soft groan pulled from you before you pulled away from his ivory grip and eyes went to his. "Lay down," you said, and his brows rose. As if in question, but also...knowing exactly what you were going to do. "I've never sucked off a model before... And while I've had your cock in my mouth plenty of times... Never as a model."

God, the excitement that filled him, his cock twitching already in your grasp. "...have I told you I love you?"

You gave him a smirk, kissing his lips with a moan. "You'll be telling me that a couple more times before I'm done with you." And he didn't doubt it, not one second as your kisses continued downward. You did away with his shirt, knowing it probably cost more than your wardrobe combined but tossing it to the ground anyway. Leaving his chest exposed, lips dragging across the flesh, when you got to his stomach, you couldn't help but bite him there. Earning a hiss and a groan from him, while you kissed, licked and tugged on the skin. You love his stomach, more than just for the happy trail, sometimes Joseph would be so self conscious about it, only alleviated by your love of it. Your tender care as you gave gentle nips, turning to less than gentle bites, kissing and squeezing with your hands. Hoping to mark him there as well. Every action he gave a soft little sound, whether an exhale or moan, you earned it, before lifting your eyes to his face looking at you, eyes dark, teeth biting his lip.

You know what he wants, because you want it, too.

With one last tug of his skin, you move lower down his body, between his legs, sitting up a moment to lift your shirt over your head, no bra underneath, causing his cock to twitch once again. His eyes on your breasts, licking his lips. You're beautiful to him, you said he was, but in his eyes... There was no one, not one thing, to match you. He had half a mind to ravage you then and there, but it was as if you could sense it and placed your hands at his hips, with that smile. That wicked smile that got him hard within seconds if you were out together. He gave a resigning smile, laying back, watching as you did away with his jeans, leaving him bare, his cock yours for the taking.

His cock always felt so perfect in your hand, though more than a handful, the girth of him always just a bit towards the intimidating side. Your thumb caressing the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock, and he let out a soft groan, watching as you lowered your lips and ran your tongue from his base, slowly, teasingly towards the swollen head of his cock. "Fuck..." you heard him utter, meeting his eyes as you swirled along his tip, squeezing him gently at his base. There was that flavor to him, that was just so...him. Indescribable but utterly intoxicating. Addicting, as your tongue swiped across his tip, bringing out a shuddering breath from his lips. "Jesus... Love..."

But when you bring your lips to wrap around the tip of his cock, that's when he loses all comprehension. "Oh, God..." When all he can feel is how warm and wet your mouth is, claiming his cock, inch my inch. The vibrations of your moans, the feel of him in your mouth, on his tongue, a pleasant one. The mere thought of that blows his mind a bit. His hand reaching for the back of your head, fingers in your hair as he lets out a hiss, as you're sucking on the tip of him. You could taste the small traces of his pre-cum, spilling on your tongue, just a small taste, a small preview of what you wanted. He's holding onto you tight, his eyes heavily lidded, watching as you lower down, it always surprises him how much of his cock you can take into your sweet mouth... More than most had, more willing than his past girlfriends though they may as well not exist as he rolled his eyes back, feeling the tip of him hit the back of your throat like that. "Oh, that's good... Oh fuck that's good... Jesus."

Every word fills you with pride, making you want to do your best in pleasing him. It was more for you than him, you'll admit. He just... God, he felt so good, making you moan as you take him deep, tightening your mouth around him as you bob your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat. Each time testing your gag reflex, sometimes you do, causing your eyes to water and mouth water. Spit and drool dripping down his length, but the way he panted, muttering your name, it made you squeeze your thighs, slightly rubbing against the mattress. You were wet, heated, needing attention yourself but, again, his cock felt so good.

"God, you're driving me fuckin' insane, baby... Fuck..." He could let you suck his cock for hours, and truthfully, you would. It amazed him how much you loved doing it, then again, he'd do the same to your sweet cunt. "You're my perfect girl, aren't you?" he hissed, closing his eyes, "...god, my perfect, sweet girl... Taking me so... Jesus Christ, you feel so good..." You both feel how pleased his cock is, pulsing, twitching inside your mouth, taking him in and out, over and over until he can't help but start to buck his hips against you. His fingers in your hair pull, keeping you steady as he fucked your mouth like the crazed animal you made him into with your perfect mouth. Making you moan, eyes looking at his face, as he tilted his head back, wanton moans leaving his lips, freely, without abandon, filling your mouth deep. Lost in the way you made him feel.

He looked even more beautiful than before.

Joseph could have easily filled your mouth with a load of his cum, so easily shot down your throat and he knew you would have swallowed so eagerly... But with a growl, he pulled you from his cock, his breath panting, watching with darkened eyes as your lips were swollen and cheeks flushed, wet with tears and spit. "Come here..." he uttered, bringing you toward him, grasping and cupping your face as you two so eagerly kissed. Rolling his tongue into yours, tasting himself off you, both of you moaning, his hands moving down your body, grasping your breasts, pinching your tits a bit, earning a soft cry into his mouth. "You sound so perfect, every god damn sound..." he muttered against your lips, you both sharing a laugh. His hands moving to your hips, gripping them firmly before he rolls you to your back with a soft gasp. Pressing his lips further against your own, moaning into your mouth. Hot and heated, much like he was, you as well.

Your head was swimming, filled with lust with every wet, probing kiss, every roll and feel of his tongue. Every touch he gave onto your skin felt like fire, electricity shooting straight to your core, silently begging for his touch. And he does, because when you're with him like this, it's as if you two share the same mind, his lips kissing yours and his hands slid down your stomach, thick fingers at the waistband of your bottoms, putting to light that of the two, you still had far too many clothes on. A shared grin between you, as his eyes bore into you as he pulled shorts and panties off you, lifting your hips to help him. His eyes flickered from your face to between your legs as your bottoms were tossed away, discarded much like the rest of his clothes.

The smile on his lips smug as you spread your legs for him, and he let out a soft hiss as his hand slid up your thigh, to your slick, wet cunt. Taking in a deep breath, he shook his head in awe. "Fucking hell..." he breathed out, biting his lip as he looked to your face, no hint of a blush, or any sign of embarrassment, just an almost proud smile and that was enough to make him smile. "I've got such a filthy girl, don't I?" he muttered before capturing your lips in a kiss, "Such a pretty," he said between kisses, going to your neck with a groan. "Filthy fucking girl..." Biting into your neck, making you let out a soft cry, the roughness of his fingertips at your clit, rubbing softly.

"Oh, fuck," you let out, the touch of his fingers sending such pleasant waves through your body, not to mention the harsh bites to your neck. Letting out a soft laugh, "Is this payback?"

He smirked, teeth tugging, sucking against your skin. "Just wanna match... If you claim me, I claim you. Just how it works, love." Giving you no time to really accept it, though your smile clearly showed it, his teeth busied themselves, biting into the flesh of your neck. The warmth of his tongue making you pant and moan, your hands gripping his shoulders, his fingers on your clit driving you insane. Normally he would have buried his head between your legs, licked you until you came on his tongue, tasting you for hours... But something about this time made him impatient, and he sensed you felt the same. You were already so wet... Teasing you, tasting you, making you cum first was a need if he had wanted to fill you with his cock. Thicker than your previous boyfriends — something that elated him to no end — but this time, there wasn't quite a need for it. You were ready, and as he sucked at your pulse, he wondered why, and suddenly, it hit him.

You wondered why he chuckled suddenly, hotly against your neck. "God, you're funny," he let out, his voice soft, husky against you. "You're fucking adorable."

Brows furrowed, in the middle of you being hot and bothered, he'd made you confused and you weren't sure if you appreciated that or not. "What're you... I mean... I am, but what are you talk—" And then you felt them, two of his thick fingers sliding inside you. "Fuck..." you breathed, your grip on his shoulders tightened as he bit you harder on your neck, growling, slowly burying those two fingers knuckle deep, curving them just slightly, caressing that spot, that easily sent a shock wave through you, trembling softly and your hand to reach to the back of his neck, just to hold him. "Baby... Baby, right there," though you didn't need to tell him, fingers already pulling in and out of her tight, wet cunt, hitting that perfect spot each time, drawing out a soft moan. "God, yes, that feels so... Shit."

Fuck, he loved the feel of you. Whether with his tongue, fingers, though yes, especially his cock, no matter how much he stretches you with each fuck, you always go back to feeling so tight around him. He could feel that now, the way your walls clench around him, squeezing him and yet moving so fluidly, so easily in and out of your perfect cunt. "You're so fuckin' wet, darling... So fuckin' perfect already... God, you're so ready for me, aren't you, angel? Don't even need a warm up, you’re so ready for my cock." You gave a whimper, you couldn't deny it, he could feel it after all, hear it as he went a little faster, a little harder, making your legs spread further. Making you pant and moan, his cock twitching in the anticipation of having you wrapped around it. Biting your shoulder, affectionately, his eyes like dark fire, kissing his way to your lips, biting them, looking into your eyes. "My darling girl's really that eager to fuck a model, hm? Or have a model fuck her with his hard, fat cock?"

"I..." You closed your eyes, your body involuntarily squirming underneath him, his thumb rubbing against your clit, working with his other fingers as they stilled, deep inside you, rubbing against that part of you, making you lose each thought out of your head, drawing you deeper and closer to that edge already. Him and his hands... Why did he have to be so good with his hands? "Joe..." you said in a whine, feeling absolutely in his mercy. And his fingers. Fuck, his fingers. "Joseph.... I... Yes... Oh my god, yes.. Please...? It feels... Fuck...."

"Should I be jealous?" He asked, his other hand cradling your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lips, slipping between them. "You've never been this wet so fast before you saw this video of me... Do you want a model, instead?"

A groan leaves your lips, though you don't fail to miss the opportunity to take his thumb, biting it lightly before giving it a good suck, eyes melting into his. Watched as he slid it tentatively in and out of your mouth, against your tongue. His fingers in your pussy quickened, making your eyes hazy, squirming underneath him so pathetically. He knew how to touch you, entice you, since the first time you fucked, he was a quick study on your body, a thrill shooting through his body at every moan that left your parted lips. Thumb leaving your mouth, tracing along your lips as he pulled his two fingers from your cunt, sliding to your clit. "Baby..." you let out before a sharp moan with the quickened motions he made on your clit. Causing your hips to twitch, jerk toward them. "Oh, god. Jesus..." You looked so pretty to him, hearing him let out a growl, nipping and biting at your neck as you tilted your head back. "Fuck. Fuck.." His fingers are soft but rough at the same time. You felt like silk underneath his fingertips, his tongue licking over your pulse, sucking deep soon enough. "Oh, fuck, I want you..."

He let out a hum, mirroring your previous actions, biting into the flesh of your neck and tugged on it. Though he did it a bit harder, a sharp pain traveled through you, making him feel the pulse of your clit against his fingers. Kissing tenderly towards your ear, his panting breath felt, making you shiver. "You want to fuck a model, my darling girl? An actor isn't good enough, is it? No, this greedy cunt wants—"

"No," you let out with a soft laugh, prompting him to lift his face from the crook of your neck, chocolate brown eyes staring down at you, confusion clear on his face. "The only model I wanna fuck is you. Only actor I wanna fuck is you. You're the complete fucking package, Joseph. Yeah... I got soaked faster than usual..." You smile, looking over his face. "But only because seeing you in that video? Turned me on. Wanted to suck your cock... Wanna be filled by you... Because you, Joseph Quinn, for Gris Dior..." He snorted at that, though smiled, wide and warm. "You're amazingly hot," you grin as he kisses your lips gently, "...sexy..." another kiss. "Beautiful...everything I want and... I really want you to be inside me right now..."

The way he groaned, biting your bottom lip. "Fuck. There you go again, making my head swell up so much, my darling..." The way he called you that... While affectionate, there was a bit of something else. Of desire, of lust, emitted in a deep rooted growl that made you shudder, yet your eyes were on his, barely registering his hand grasping his cock, at his base, moving until his swollen tip meets against your slick folds. Your wetness coating it, his eyes softening as he let out a soft breath. "Fuck, I love how wet you get for me..." You let out a soft whine, both hands grabbing at the back of his neck, as he teased the head of his cock along the entirety of your pussy. "I know, darling, I know... Be patient, let me just..." He closed his eyes, you writhing beneath him. Groaning as you helped him in what he wanted, to glide the underside of his cock over your folds, rolling in the slickness of it, over your clit. "Jesus I can feel you forever..."

It was almost pathetic the moan you let out, but the feeling of his cock teasing you like this was too much. Your folds parting for the underside of it, the tip running over your clit sent little shock waves through you, tightening your hold on his hair, pulling it slightly and your body having a mind of its own. Moving without you even being conscious of it. Needing to feel him, wanting him so badly. Feeling his cock slide so effortlessly over you, giving you a taste, small little whimpers finding their way from your throat and out your parted, with panting lips. "Fuck, please..." Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him groan, your eyes were closed, surrendering to the feel of him. They opened now, looking into his dark brown eyes, looking as wild and lustful as you felt. His own lips were parted, ghosting over yours, the most pretty little sounds coming from him with every heavy exhale of his breath. Head swimming, every bit of friction between you two driving you insane with need. "Joseph, baby... You feel so good... Please?"

"G o d..." he breathed out, his lips turning into a smile. "Love it when you beg..." He was teetering on the edge of sanity himself, every slick feel of his cock over you was giving him that same wave of pleasure, his lips grazing along your jaw, kissing, letting you feel the tease of his teeth. "Fuck... You're already so wet, love..." Letting out a groan as he kissed hotly against your neck, feeling the sharp breath you took, his free hand grasping at the pillow above your head, curling fingers around it. "...the way it'd be...so easy for me to just..." he shuddered, "...slip inside you..."

"...p l e a s e. . ."

"Fuck..." the words breathed out hotly against your skin, you shivered, still so desperately squirming underneath him. His cock pulsed, throbbed against your actions. "...you're fucking adorable when you're so desperate for my cock..." You let out a whimper, a soft little whine following soon after. Your eyes finding him, the smile on his face wide as he saw your pout, your eyes pleading. Licking his lips, he captured yours, melting the pout away as you returned his kiss, tasting each other for only a moment as he pressed closer, the tip of his cock rubbing firmly against your clit. "...tell me..." he muttered against your lips. "...tell me how much you want it. My cock inside you..."

He was being unfair, you both knew. The way you squirmed even more, your breath hitched, whining softly against him. God, if you knew how much he loved it right at that moment, this attempt of control quickly dwindled with you underneath him. But you didn't. He was teasing you, that's all you knew. Moving the tip of his cock through your folds, parting for him as his kisses started again, on your lips, tongue rolling forward, sliding so easily inside to taste you. You could feel him, the swollen head just there, so easily could slip in and fill you. Making you pant softly against his mouth, your kiss breaking, dazed words leaving your lips. "...I want it..."

There was a groan, a deep hum from him, pecking against your chin, lips sliding across your jaw. "What do you want, sweetheart?"

"Your cock..."

Biting his lip, he smiled, the desperate plea in your voice stroking his ego nicely, making his body shiver, feeling his tip starting to slide inside you, forcing himself to stop. "...Jesus, so greedy and so eager to suck me in..." Biting kisses along your jaw, "Tell me how bad you want it..."

"Oh, god, Joseph..." You would have cursed him out, but the way you ached for him, you let out a groan, desperation claiming you. "...I want your cock so fucking bad... Okay? I want your thick...fat...cock...filling me so deep I can't even think, talk about anything other than you feeling...so good... I want you to fuck me so hard and deep... I want you, I want you, baby... Please... Stop teasing me..."

He practically melted right on top of you, words driving the last semblance of sanity far away, a growl emitting from his lips as his hips drove forward. A moan wrestled from his lips while you? It came out in a gasp, the swollen tip sliding into your heat with no resistance, "Oh, fuck," he let out in a shaky whisper, his now free hand grasping your hip, aiding in driving his length into you, not stopping until he was buried deep. "...oh, god, oh, fuck, that's it, my good girl... Shit..." You felt so like heaven, his cock pulsed with the way your walls stretched around him. Making him feel how heated, wet and tight you were. So utterly wet, dripping for him, yet still giving him that tight feel he so often loved in fucking you. "Jesus fuck, baby... Oh, is this what you want? Hm? Feeling so full with my cock?"

The girth of him stretches you so good, your hands moving from the back of his head to his shoulders, letting out a strained moan. He did feel good, he always felt good. "...baby...shit..." you hissed, the first push always knocking your breath away. Always amazed how you can suck his cock inside your cunt, feeling so tight around him, he was buried deep within you, making your stomach clench. Muscles tightened. The tip of him reached so far that you started panting, "...Oh, god... So... So deep, baby... I... Oh, god."

"I know, I know, it feels so fucking amazing for me, too..." The way he throbbed, pulsed so deep inside you, groaning as he moved down your neck, biting gently, rocking his hips against you, "...every fucking time..." He could feel your nails digging deep into his skin, the thought of you leaving marks delighting you both, a little smile on his lips at the feel of his cock dragging out of your cunt, squeezing him tight, sucking him as if so desperate to keep him buried so deep. The sound of your whine filling his ears, making him let out a groan each time he pushed himself right back in. Gentle thrusts, breathy moans against your neck, hand gripping at both the pillow above your head while the other gripped at your hip a moment before moving toward your thigh, "...wider..." he breathed, biting your skin, "Spread your legs wider, love... Wanna fuckin' split you open with my cock, alright, my darling?"

How quickly you obeyed his demand could have been seen as shameless, but he only smiled against your skin. His gentle thrusts from before transitioned to something harder... Deeper... The sound of your wet arousal coating his cock hitting the air, heard by the both of you. Soft grunting from him, from the depths of his chest as he moved, fucking the moans out of you. Soft, strained, your hands descending down his body, nails scratching their way toward his hips. "Please... Please..." were all you could manage before tugging his waist. A silent plea for more, making him groan in such a way before he's slamming into you. The sound of skin slapping against one another, his movements not even in the same realm as gentle. Led by desire and lust, there was no control, by either of you, chasing after that euphoric feeling. Of filling you so deep and being filled by him that nothing else mattered. His name falling from your lips in desperate pants and moans, the heat overtaking you, nails digging into his skin that you didn't know his soft little cry was from that or how tight your cunt was gripping him.

"...oh, she loves my cock, doesn't she? Your sweet little cunt..." His voice breathless, not stopping his movements, not even for a second. He swore he felt himself fuck you deeper and deeper, amazed at how well you take him each time. "...so...so fuckin' eager for me... Jesus fuck..."

A soft whimper flows past your lips, trying to have the mind to speak, but his cock is so good, hitting you so deep that it makes you struggle, "...she...oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good...." Getting lost in the feel of him, the tip hitting that special spot, making you pant and moan, the slightest quivering of your thighs, squeezing his waist tight. "...mm...fuck, she get's.... Oh, fuck… Fuck! …jealous....sometimes...."

His lips ascend from your neck to your jaw, biting his way to your lips, your words caught but taking him a moment through physical touch to respond with, "...jealous?"

"Mmhm," you utter out with an exaggerated pout against his lips. "The way you just...spread your legs all over the place..." He let out a snort, eyes looking down at you, smiling softly. "In interviews and photoshoots... Showing everybody a look at your perfect cock..." You shake your head, a smile bright on your lips. "The jealousy is just...awful."

Joseph kissed your lips hard, smiling, laughing along with you. "Oh, we can't have that... I can't have her being angry at me... Not this perfect pussy... Always treating me and my cock so nicely..."

You giggled, loving that even in the heat of the moment, you two could have this. Just…this, together. The teasing, the silliness, the things that made the two of you just right. Letting out a soft groan, “You can’t have her be mad, baby…”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “No, no, no, we can’t… Mmm-mmm, no, can’t have that…” His lips turned into a full pout, making you laugh. “Not allowed, no. Erm… God, what can I do? What can I do?” The pout was gone, replaced with a wide grin, flash of his teeth showing, all the while not stopping his hips from sliding in and out of you, just a bit slower, as he thought of the next move. Though you felt so fucking good, it was driving him absolutely mad. He wasn’t joking, you cunt was always so fucking good to him, as he nipped along your jaw, he could feel her clenching around him. So tight and wet just for him… Sucking him in, making him growl as he slammed into your hips a bit harder, just for the feel of his cock so deep inside to make you cry out in a whimper. 

Your hands gripping on his shoulders, lifting to bite him there as well, hearing him moan and feeling him twitch inside you. If he kept this up, you would be so close… The feel of him splitting you open too much. So easily you felt lost when he was inside you, only a shred of the person you are, mainly replaced by a needy woman that only wanted to cum for him. For yourself, a bit, but mainly for him. He drove you crazy, transformed you into this ravenous being, hungering, desperate for his cock, his kiss, his words and moans. No one had ever made you feel this way, and you doubt anyone else would. “Baby…” His lips came crashing on yours, his hand grasped around your neck, and he swallowed your moans while meeting some of his own. You felt light, thoughts both flowing and yet emptied themselves from your head. You smell his cologne, feel the wetness between your legs coating his cock, you hear the slap of his hips against your body… Taste his taste on your tongue. All your senses were focused on him and it took you a moment to realize his grasp on your hips, not until he rolled over, pulling you on top. 

Amazingly your lips remained within your kiss, his hands roaming the small of your back as you settled on top of him. Cock still buried inside you, a groan leaving him as his teeth took your bottom lip between his, biting hard, his chest heaving as he gave a little thrust of his hips up into you. You gasped, a shuddering breath following and he hummed. “...I thought what to do…” he explained softly, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping you tightly, guiding you to rock your hips back and forth gently. His hot breath came out against your chest, his lips kissing a soft trail towards your breasts. “I want her to take the lead… Yeah? Mmm… Let her take as much as she wants… Take my cock just how she likes… Isn’t that—” His words stopped as you didn’t hesitate, starting to move your hips faster, taking him by gentle surprise as he let out a soft cry. “—Jesus…. Fuck….” A soft laugh came out, his hands leaving you and took to grip at sheets beneath him. “Oh, fuck… God, that’s it…” You were a fucking goddess to him sometimes, leaning back and looking at you properly. 

It was always a thrill, seeing his cock so taken by your cunt. When you rise and he could see how you made his cock glisten, so warm and wet, the sounds from your lips making him throb as you slammed your hips down on him. Rolling his eyes back as he closed them, knuckles white as he grabbed the sheets. “God, yes... Shit, you’re fucking perfect…” 

“Oh, god… B a b y…” your voice was trembling, lost within your panting breath, driven by the pleasure of bouncing on his cock. Hands desperate to touch him, hold him, grabbing onto the sides of his stomach, nails digging into his flesh, using that to anchor your movements. Faster and faster… Your moans sounding more unhinged, filling his bedroom, the very air around you, hearing his own as well. “You… You feel so good…” Swallowing hard as you feel him start to thrust up against you, a cry ripping from your mouth. “So fucking good…”

“She takes me…” A wave comes over him, his hands leaving the sheets and to your thighs, heavy breath past his lips as his brows furrow. “Jesus… Oh, she takes me so…fucking…good…” He could feel it, how your cunt clenched around him so tight, making him growl. 

You smile, a tremble of a laugh as you squeeze his sides. “She fuckin loves your cock…” His hips snap up hard, making you close your eyes tight and body quiver, a wave of pleasure, white hot flashes through you. “You stretch me so good, Joseph… Get in so deep… Fuck,” you let out, bouncing on his cock harder, gasps leaving your parted mouth. He doesn’t move this time, but he grips at your thighs, letting you ride him, taking complete control and you could hear his moans as he twitches and pulses inside you. Eyes are closed, the sound of your moans, the slap of skin as you move harder and faster, chasing your high, pleasure mounting inside you. “Feel so fucking perfect inside me… So good… Oh god.” The sound of your wetness drowning his length was so crisp and clear to your ears. “So wet for you…”

“I know, I know,” he all but whimpered, squeezing your thighs, “Love it when you’re so wet… Just for me… Jesus fucking Christ, feeling my cock slide in and out of you so easily… But so tight… So warm and perfect, Jesus fuck… Can you feel it… How much my cock loves you… Mmm, love how you make such a mess…” 

God, you could. Every twitch, pulse, throb… Always taking your breath away, but you nodded, only moving faster, harder on him. A seamless motion of your hips, taking him fiercely and you could feel your body growing tense, toes starting to curl and that white hot claiming you bit by bit throughout your body. “....I can feel it… I can fucking feel it… Oh, baby… Joseph, fuck, I… yes… Fuck… Yes, yes—”

“Fuck, I can feel it…” his voice own voice strained, nails digging into your skin as he groans deep. His own muscles feeling tight, the spark in his belly igniting. “My girl is gonna cum, isn’t she? Yeah, she is… Fuckin’ hell, gonna make such a mess on my cock, aren’t you, my love? Yeah? God, tell me…”

“I’m gonna… Gonna make such a mess…” Your thighs trembling, gasping for air, “Joseph, baby…! Shit!”

He was quick, lifting himself to pull you down on him, lips on your neck. His hands keeping your legs spread as he fucked you, hard, fast and steady. “Let go, sweetheart… Darling… Fuck, cum with me… I wanna feel you… Wanna feel so bad, please…” 

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” the last words you uttered until you gave him exactly what you both wanted, a primal cry leaving your lips, cunt clenching around him, squeezing him as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, screaming his name as you shook. You heard him groan, kissing and biting your neck with a growl once more. He kept growling, and the realization it was because of you sent you even more over the edge. Wave after wave went through you, feeling your release drench and pour on his cock. Your arms squeezing tightly, clinging onto him as you trembled in his strong arms, trembling, sobbing. Feeling his cock still slamming into your cunt, taking it, the sensitivity making your body rock and twitch on top of him, but not wanting to stop, sending you to that euphoric state of being only Joseph could get you to. None of your partners were ever close. Only him. 

It wasn’t long after until it hit him, cock throbbing, pulsing, his panting and groaning mingled with his such desperate growls. Biting your shoulder, shutting his eyes closed, he savored the feel of you so tight around his cock, and the mess of your release. So wet, he could feel the mess and could only imagine what your pussy looked like. Art, he thought. He was fucking art, a masterpiece, groaning deep as he chased after his own pleasure, feeling the wetness of your mouth and possibly tears against the crook of his neck. You always felt so alive in his arms, making him shudder as he continued. The sound of your cunt sharper than before, driving him mad, absolutely fucking mad. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, my best…fucking…girl…! Oh, god, so good for me, so…fuckin’.... Jes…Jesus Christ… Oh fuck! Yes… Shit… Oh, my girl, my precious fuckin’ girl, you make…” His chest heaving, feeling it, “...feel so good… You’re gonna take it, yeah? Take every…Jesus fuck…. Oh god, everything… Take fucking everything…” You nodded, prompting him to give your arse a good smack, earning a light yelp from you. “Say it.”

Whimpering softly, “...take it, I’m gonna take it… Take everything… Oh, god, please, give it to me…” 

He groaned, “...good girl… Oh, God…!” A few more strokes of his cock in and out of you, taking your hips and one last thrust, making sure he was deep inside you as he spilled with deep, primal growl. Your hand went to his curls, fingers squeezing tight as you shook and trembled, crying out a moan and he bit into the flesh of your shoulder. Ecstasy filled him, cock pulsing, threads of his cum painting your walls, muttering your name over and over like a prayer. Body trembling with you, the white heat burning him from the inside out, stilling only for a moment until but you both felt so good, both of your bodies starting to move again. Your lips finding each other’s, kissing each other deep, moaning, whimpering into each other’s mouths, the sensitivity sending each other to a place of pleasure and a good sense of hurt, bodies quivering together. He wanted to fuck his cum deeper into you, and a part of you wanted that too. Not stopping him, a warmth cascading over you as his hand smoothed over your stomach. 

After the daze had settled, you reluctantly slid from him, leaving his cock to drop to his stomach, your joined release dripping over him there. An immediate ache settled over you, your body, your cunt mourning the loss of his cock making you feel so full as you settled on your side, curled up to him and resting your cheek to his shoulder, both out of breath. Your clit pulsed, throbbing, and your cunt was still clinging to the feeling of when he came, the feel of his hot cum filled you, so much that he seeped from you even as he was still fucking you. His fingers came to your cheek, causing you to lift your eyes to look at his deep chocolate brown ones, looking at you in that soft sense of afterglow, with such adoration it made your heart sing. Smiling brightly, you raise your lips to kiss him, both humming with a smile on each other’s lips, his hand cupping your cheek, kissing each other deep before pulling away with a hum. 

There was a comforting silence between you for a moment, eyes, hands, lips finding each other. Kissing your fingertips, knuckles, your wrist. You place your chin to his shoulder, tracing his lips, down to his neck—a snort leaving you. “Shit…” you let out, biting your bottom lip as fingers traced over your handiwork. “It’s already a bit purple… God, you bruise easily…” 

He rolled his eyes, “Those poor makeup crew… All because my girl is feral for me.”

“Oh fuck you,” you laughed, settling closer to him, draping a leg between his and arm across his stomach, “You love it.”

Joseph couldn’t deny it, fingers sliding over your arm, “Yeah, I do. Fucking adore it, actually. Makes me feel smug and I’ll wear it with pride.”

You hummed softly, “And not bad that you’ve given me a few marks of your own…”

“Matching set, only fair…”

“True,” you concede, holding him closer as he turned, wrapping an arm around you. A soft, pleased little hum leaving as he kissed your forehead, the feel of his warmth a good comfort to you. 

“So… The video’s good, then? Or…amazing, even? Like we’ve established I’m fuckable in it, clearly, got the mess on my cock to prove it, but—”

“Oh my god,” you let out with a pained laugh, laying on your back as you looked up at him. “You are so lucky I love you, you know that, right?”

A soft little grin settled on his lips, looking at you, that warmth and adoration from earlier only deepened right at that moment. “...I was actually thinking the exact same thing.”

[brandogenius]

i love ur boygenius x young!artist fics <3 maybe one where reader has a new gf and the boys are threatening the gf like a dad would 😭

"if u hurt her we will murder u and throw ur dead body in the ocean for the fish to eat" SKHFGSDHF

AKAHAHAHAH

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - the boys & younger reader - meeting your gf

- dude they fucking know. you’re smiling more on your phone and they are like 👀 👁️ they know somethings up but wouldn’t wanna pressure you into saying so they all mutually agree like “it can’t be that bad. let them come to us”

- they kinda forget about it until you ask julien to grab your phone and a message pops up from someone under the contact “baby ❤️” and julien’s like :o. she hands you the phone with this grin and you’re like “oh no. don’t you DARE SAY SHIT”

- juliens feeling a little chaotic today so she goes around the house singing “READERS IS IN LOVEEEE” which catches phoebe and lucy’s attention both of them walking in the room like 👀 and you’re like face palming like “THIS IS WHY I CANT TELL YALL SHIT”

- them begging to know the info “what’s their name?? do we know her? is she nice- she needs our approval. she’s having dinner tomorrow bring her over”

- after trying to shove them out the door, you agree to invite your gf for dinner. you’re on the phone and once you hang up you can hear the boys cheering from outside the door.

- preparing way in advance. julien sends phoebe off to go grocery shopping, jb wanting to make a good first impression and cook up a grand fuckinf feast. and by feast i mean probably spaghetti. lucy is going around tidying and you’re just lying in your bed like what did i get myself into??

- however the boys meeting your gf went so much better than you expected. they were polite and got in very well with readers gf. cracking jokes, phoebe in the edge of her seat, waiting to pounce any moment to get the goddamn yearbook that’s lying around somewhere.

- everything’s fine and going good until julien who probably hasent talked much thag night puts down the fork and goes like “it you hurt a single strand on her head i will come after you with my baseball bat” does she own one? nobody knows but the way she said it with so much seriousness has you in shock like HUH. but she stares at your girlfriend for a second before smiling and resuming back to her food like she didn’t just drop a whole ass bomb

- shovel talk starts now and you’re banging your head off the table.

- “i will personally go on stan twitter and find your IP address if you ever think about cheating on her” i’m pretty sure you can guess who said this one already

- your gf is like “i promise i would never ever think about doing any of those stuff to her” can just see lucy squinting across at your gf for a moment, analysing / studying her before nodding. she got the lucy approval she’s all good

[choke-me-joey]

5 and 8 with Joe Quinn please

🫡🫡🫡🫡

5.  You wanna come on my fingers, my tongue, or my cock? How about all of them?

8. This pussy belongs to me.

Joseph Quinn x female reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), oral (f receiving), over stimulation, slightly dom Joe if you squint, squirting, unprotected p in v sex (don't do this), creampie

Hoevember/Dickcember masterlist

"You wanna come on my fingers, my tongue, or my cock? How about all of them?" Joe grunts as he places sloppy kisses down your neck, latching on and sucking the skin at the base of your neck.

"You're ambitious," you giggle, moaning as he nips you.

"You know I can make you do all 3 baby, besides, I've been away for weeks, if we skip the foreplay and just fuck I'm definitely not gonna last."

"And you're gonna last if you're humping the bed when you eat me out?"

"Oi, less of the backchat, cheeky." Joe smirks peeling off your underwear, the last piece of clothing keeping you from being completely bare in front of him. He chuckles at the sight of strings of your arousal clinging to the delicate lace of your underwear as he pulls it away from your pussy. "I think she missed me, darling."

"Shut your cocky ass up and do something," you whine, trying to buck your hips into his touch. He chuckles again, holding you down.

"You know I'm only cocky because I have something to be cocky about, babe."

"I'd say...8 reasons to be cocky." You smirk, cocking your eyebrow and looking down at his stiff cock.

"8 and a half, 9 on a good day." Joe quips back, making you gasp and shudder as he runs his fingers along your soaking pussy. "Now, I said fingers first, didn't I?"

You nod, whimpering as he sinks two thick fingers into you, his thumb grazing over your clit. "Didn't touch yourself whilst I was away, did you baby?"

"No, Joey," you shake your head. "Was a good girl."

"Yeah, that's right, you are my good girl, aren't you?" Joe hums, setting a decent rhythm with his fingers and thumb, and you feel your orgasm drawing close embarrassingly quickly. You really hadn't touched yourself for the entire time he'd been away; it was a stupid pact you'd made before he left because you knew the sex when he got back would be mind blowing. Well, even more mind blowing than usual. So, you both resisted the temptation of a cheeky FaceTime wank sesh in favour of tonight.

"Joey..." you moan, head flung back onto the pillows. "Don't stop, gonna cum-"

"Already? Fuck, babe, can feel it, come on love, soak my fucking fingers, that's it, thaaaat's my girl, so pretty when you cum-"

He talks you through your orgasm that hits you out of nowhere, your pussy clenching almost painfully tight around his fingers, your juices gushing over his digits. He waits until you've stopped twitching with it, slowing his fingers right down, the squelching of your pussy making your cheeks flush. "Aw, is my baby embarrassed? Don't be, darling, s'fucking hot knowing that I can make you this wet..." Joe growls softly, removing his fingers. You grab his wrist and shove his wet fingers straight into your mouth, cleaning his digits and sucking on them as if it was his cock. "You're so fucking naughty," he grins. "I was gonna do that, guess I'll have to taste it straight from the source, hm?"

"Guess you will-!" Your sentence ends with a soft squeal as Joe licks your pussy from hole to clit, groaning against you at your taste. Your hand flies to his head, immediately tangling your fingers in his curls and tugging on them just the way he likes it. You smirk to yourself when you hear him let out a little whimper against your pussy, his dominant demeanour cracking a little.

Joe pushes his tongue inside your pussy, fucking you with the muscle as if it were his fingers. His nose bumps against your sensitive clit and you moan, loudly, rocking your hips against his face. Joe groans right along with you, grinding his own hips into the mattress, seeking some friction for his aching cock. He knew he'd leaked precum through his boxers and onto the sheets below, but he honestly didn't fucking care. Not with you riding his face.

You cum again, quickly, the overstimulation of your swollen clit and Joe's tongue filling you just right had you sobbing out another release, a fresh wave of arousal spreading over his mouth and chin. He laps it up happily, sighing at your taste. He lives for it. He sits up, wiping at his face with the back of his hand even though he knows you don't mind tasting yourself, and whips off his boxers. His cock slaps against his stomach, angry and weeping.

"Ride me, yeah?" Joe asks you and you nod, immediately pouncing on him once he's laid down. You line his cock up with your pussy and sink down, taking all of him at once and hissing at the stretch after not having him for a while. "Shit, baby, be careful!" Ever the sweetheart, even when he's balls deep.

But you don't listen to him. You start to move, rocking your hips against his, the coarse, tidy hairs at the base of his cock brushing over your clit in a way that made you sigh happily. Joe's fingers bite into your hips as he watches you ride him, his eyes occasionally flicking down to where your bodies were joined, and then back up to your face. You switching from rocking to bouncing and back to rocking, Joe's moans and curses only spurring you on further.

"Shit, fuck, you're so....you feel so good, baby, such a perfect pussy, take me so well, s'like you were made for me, fuck. This pussy belongs to me."

You shiver and whine.

"You like it when I say that baby?" Joe asks and you nod enthusiastically. "Who does this pussy belong to?"

"Y-you, Joey, you!" You call out as he pinches your nipple roughly, sending a spark of arousal shooting through you.

"Yeah it fucking does, nobody else, just me. Only I get to fuck this tight little cunt." He's babbling beneath you, which means he's close. "Gonna cum soon, baby, can you cum for me once more? Need to feel you cum on my cock."

You nod, biting your lip and snaking your hand down to your clit. Joe immediately pushes your hand away and replaces it with his own, his thumb drawing messy yet perfect circles on your clit. His cock repeatedly hits your g-spot as you move on him and the build up to this orgasm feels different.

"Joey, I think I'm gonna-"

"Do it baby, please...make a mess on me like a good fucking girl, yeah?" He knows exactly what you're trying to tell him, rubbing your clit harder and quicker to match your faster movements. "Come on baby, cum for me then I'll fill you up, yeah? Give you my cum in that perfect pussy."

"Joe, Joe, fuck yes, fuck, don't stop, don't stop" you chant, the pressure building inside you finally breaking and you cum, a stream of clear fluid leaving your pussy and soaking Joe's cock and lower stomach as you scream his name and shake with the force of your orgasm.

"Holy shit!" Joe grunts, slamming your hips down on him one last time and unloading inside you, his cock twitching with each spurt of cum that floods your pussy. He grabs you and smashes your mouths together, it's less of a kiss and more just your lips touching as you pant and moan into each other's mouths, but it becomes more of a kiss as you both come down from your highs, your tongues finding each other as your lips move in tandem. "Fuck, I love you."

"I love you," you collapse on top of him, keeping his cock inside you. "I'm staying here now."

"Nuh uh, baby, gotta get cleaned up so we can eat, then I'm gonna bend you over the kitchen counter and make you do that again, sound good?" Joe smirks against your neck as he peppers soft kisses along the sensitive skin.

"Hmm, go on then."

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Anything Like Me

Fandom: American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Austin Butler x Pregnant Female Reader

Characters: Austin Butler, Female Reader, Original Female Character, Lori Butler, David Butler

Word Count: 1756 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary:  It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my pay back if he's anything like me

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Pregnant Reader, Dad Austin, Idk Austins Dad Please dont come for me, Parental Loss, Grief, Death of a Parent, Pregnancy, Love, Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Childhood, Worry, Divorce, Self Doubt, Insecurities, Child of Divorce, Anything Like Me // Brad Paisley

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

Updated 8/23

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘So,’ the doctor said as she placed cold gel on my stomach, ‘halfway there now. Are you excited?’ ‘Definitely,’ Austin answered from beside me. He was sitting on a stool, his hand interlaced with mine as I lay on the examination table ready for my twenty-week ultrasound. I looked at him, watching as his eyes lit up as he looked at the doctor, already a proud father. ‘And what about mom?’ she said as she started fiddling around with the ultrasound machine.  ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘though my backs already hurting so I’m not looking forward to being any bigger.’ ‘I’ve told her she needs to take it easy,’ Austin said, rolling his eyes. ‘I am!’ I protested. ‘Yeah, which is why I found you painting the baby’s room at 3 am,’ he chuckled. ‘I couldn’t sleep,’ I defended,  looking at the doctor as I explained, ‘heartburn.’ ‘A mother’s curse,’ the doctor chuckled, ‘I can prescribe you some antacids that should help. But he’s right, you should be taking it easy.’ ‘Okay, okay,’ I said, ‘I didn’t know it was gang up on the pregnant lady day.’ ‘Well how about we stop all that and have a look at the baby,’ the doctor said. She swivelled the screen around so we could see.

The sonograph came on the screen and I took in every inch of it. The baby looked different from our last scan. Our last one had been very early in my pregnancy and due to Austin’s work schedule, we hadn’t managed to get back here. The baby had been a tiny thing with a big head, little arms and a hint of a tail. Now it looked like a baby, albeit tiny. A lump formed in my throat as I watched it moving on the screen and when I looked at Austin there were tears in his eyes.

‘And here's the baby's heartbeat,’ she said, clicking a button so a fluttering thump echoed around the room.  ‘Woah,’ Austin said softly as he held my hand underneath his chin.  ‘So,’ the doctor said, knocking the sound off. Austin pulled back but kept hold of my hand, ‘baby seems happy and healthy. Mom's blood work and measurements seem on target. Would you like to know the sex?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘No,’ Austin said simultaneously. We looked at each other in shock.  ‘You don’t want to find out?’ I said quietly, we hadn’t spoken about it beforehand. We’d shared our ideas on names but hadn’t landed on anything so I just figured that we’d find out at this scan and then decide from there. ‘No,’ he said, ‘I wanted it to be a surprise.’ ‘Babe this whole pregnancy was a surprise,’ I giggled. ‘I know, I guess I just like the wonder of not knowing,’ he said. My eyes searched his pensive face. There was something more to it I could tell but I didn’t exactly want to get into whatever it was in front of my OBGYN. ‘If you want I can write it down and you can take it away. That way you can look at it anytime you want,’ she said. ‘No,’ Austin replied quietly, ‘it’s okay. Hit us with it.’

The doctor turned back to the screen and hit a few buttons so the image remained still. Then with a dainty finger, she pointed at a little bump. I squinted trying to determine what it was but she said, ‘you see that thing right there?’ ‘Yeah,’ we nodded. ‘That means you’re having a boy,’ she said. The lump in my throat returned. A boy. A little Austin. I could picture him now in my mind. A cheeky little thing with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. 

I was already in love but as I looked at Austin he didn’t seem to be in the same headspace. He caught my gaze and smiled weakly. I squoze his hand and he kissed my fingers but said nothing. My mind whirred at whatever was the matter with him but I decided it would have to wait.

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Austin was quiet on the way home from the hospital and I had decided to let him have some space. To let him think. But that was hours ago. Since then I had done two loads of laundry, ordered a ton of baby stuff and just finished putting dinner in the oven. As I placed the oven mitts on the side I wandered around downstairs and discovered Austin was nowhere to be found. 

So I trudged upstairs and found him sitting on our bed with a box of keepsakes in front of him, the contents of which were spread out around him. I lingered by the door frame watching him for a moment before he noticed me. He looked up at me with a small smile.

‘Hey,’ I said as I padded into the room. I put my hand on his cheek and he kissed it scooching over so I could sit next to him on the bed. ‘Hi,’ he mumbled.  ‘You okay?’ I asked. ‘Fine,’ he said. I looked at him and quirked an eyebrow.  ‘Are you sure?’ I said, ‘cos you’ve been awfully quiet.’ Austin sighed and leaned back against the headboard pulling me with him. I fell against him and tucked myself into his grasp as he moved my hair off my face. ‘I guess I’ve just been a little bothered,’ he said quietly. ‘About the baby?’ I asked, feeling him nod against me, ‘what is it?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he murmured, ‘I guess I never really thought about having a boy.’ I pulled back from him, my eyes searching his face as my brows knitted together, ‘what?‘ ‘I know, I know,’ he said, ‘it’s stupid.’ ‘No, it’s just you gotta have realised it was fifty/fifty shot,’ I giggled leaning back into him. He smirked and nodded as I traced my fingers over the back of his hand which was gripping my waist.  ‘I did,’ he said quietly, ‘I guess it just worries me.’ ‘What does?’ ‘Having a boy.’ ‘A baby’s a baby,’ I said. ‘I know I know,’ he sighed, moving so he could look at me, ‘I guess I just thought that with a girl at least you’d know what to do. I guess with a boy I feel like I should know what to do. How to lead, you know.’ ‘That’s silly,’ I said, ‘boy or girl we’re not going to be prepared.’ ‘I guess,’ he said, ‘it’s just…’ ‘Just?’  ‘I guess I’m worried he’s gonna be exactly like me,’ he said.

I pulled up a little and peered up at his face, my mouth agape. The idea of him being a mini Austin had been a wonderful one to me. 

‘Aus, you’re the best man I know,’ I baulked. He rolled his eyes, ‘yeah but I was a handful.’  ‘I’m sure you were,’ I giggled.  ‘I don’t think there was a summer where I didn't have something in a cast,’ he said. He fumbled around on the bed, producing a photo of him proudly showing off his casted arm. ‘Kids break their arms Aus,’ I said. ‘It’s not just that. When my parents split up I was a nightmare. I got into fights, I pretended to be ill to get out of school,’ he said. ‘That’s all normal kid stuff,’ I said but he shook his head. ‘I guess. It just worries me…because I was so close to my mom…but not my dad. I guess I don’t know what to do because I’ve never had that sort of relationship you know?’ he said. I nodded as he continued, ‘when they split up I was so angry. I refused to play football like my dad wanted me to even though I knew it wasn’t his fault. But I was so mad at him. And I put on my mom a lot but she seemed to know what to do. My dad had no idea where to start. And that made me angrier. I was his son and he just ignored me hoping the problem would sort itself out. Then I just acted out more. Staying out too late, dropping out of school against his wishes for acting. I put my mom through the wringer because he didn’t get me.’ ‘Just because your dad was like that doesn’t mean you will be. It doesn’t mean that you won’t know what to do. What you didn’t have you can give our baby. And you’re not expected to do it on your own. I’m here. We’re doing this together,’ I said, placing his hand on my belly as I looked at him. His face fell and he dropped his gaze from mine causing a pit to form in my stomach.

‘What if it’s not?’ he whispered, ‘what if we split up? What if I lose you?’ ‘Aus-‘ ‘Don’t say it won’t happen. I never thought I’d lose my mom but I did,’ he whispered. I sighed as I felt tears in my eyes. I tucked myself into him so I could hide my face from his gaze, allowing him to cuddle me tightly, his lips on my forehead. He kissed it gently.  ‘I can’t promise that. No one can,’ I said quietly after a moment, ‘but your mom didn’t want to leave you. They didn’t want to get divorced. No one does. But we don’t have control over everything. But we can choose to react differently. Better. We can support our kid just like your mom supported you. Be the parents we needed when we were younger. Okay?’ ‘Okay,’ he mumbled, kissing me again. ‘Even if he puts us through hell. If we have countless sleepless nights. We’re going to keep going. Because one day he’ll be grown up, sitting on his bed looking through memories and pictures worrying about if he’s gonna be a good dad,’ I said. ‘I bet you’re right,’ he said. ‘I always am,’ I chuckled. ‘I’ll remember that,’ he smirked into my hair. ‘You should. And I for one am ecstatic to have another little you running about,’ I chuckled. ‘Yeah?’ he said. ‘Oh definitely,’ I said, ‘blonde hair, blue-eyed and a cheeky smile.’ ‘That's what you think about me as a kid?’ he chuckled. ‘Am I wrong?’ ‘No,’ he said, ‘but I’m sure you were just as cheeky.’ ‘Oh honey,’ I whispered, ‘if you were worried about having a boy let me tell you. A girl like me is no walk in the park.’

‘Don't I know it,’ he chuckled.

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[salvador-daley]

Clone | Part 1

Robert Sheehan x Reader x Female!Robert Sheehan | 🍆🍑👀

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this forever and it just seems like a waste to have it languishing in my WIPs folder, so I’m gonna split it into three (increasingly sexy) parts and give y’all one a week. It’s not strictly RPF - more like original characters based on you-know-who. If you like this chapter, please lemme know coz it’ll motivate me to write the *ahem*… climax.

CW: Smutty but very tame by my standards. Includes numerous health & safety violations at work culminating in a blow-job related accident.

Words: 2.5k

Gif by @circumstellars

THE LAB is quiet. Everyone else went home hours ago. As you raise your head from your microscope, you’re not expecting to feel two soft hands enveloping your eyes. The sensation startles you, but then a gentle Irish voice whispers in your ear, “Guess who?”

“Graham Norton,” you say with confidence.

He lifts his hands from your eyes and pops his head over your shoulder.

“Do I really sound like Graham Norton,” he says, pretending to be offended.

You reach up to your boyfriend’s face with a smile and bring his familiar lips to yours.

“Only sometimes,” you say once your mouths part. “How did you get in here? Didn’t you get stopped by security?”

“What, old man Joe on the door?” he asks, perching on the lab stool next to yours. “Nah, we’re old friends, me and him.”

You give him a questioning look.

“I signed some stuff for his granddaughter,” he says by way of explanation.

You roll your eyes; Joe is such a pushover. Considering the kind of work you’re involved in, one would think your employers would be keen to enforce stricter security protocols.

“It should not be that easy to get in here. This is highly sensitive work,” you say, shaking your head as you carefully pack away your slides.

“What’re you working on, anyway?” he asks, squinting to look down your microscope.

You slip your hand over it, obscuring his view.

“Listen, Irish,” you say, using his preferred nickname, “this is top secret shit, okay? You can’t just come in here and start messing around.”

“C’mon,” he says, flashing you his trademark smile. “I’m just trying to take an interest in my girlfriend’s work.” His hands loop around your waist and he draws you closer. You feel his hot breath on your face as his lips find yours again, kissing away your protestations.

His face comes away and you look into his deep green eyes. Much like old Joe succumbs to his charms with frightening regularity, Irish has on more than one occasion convinced you to bend the rules for him with his formidable powers of persuasion.

This is different though, this could get you into a lot of trouble. The lab might be deserted, but still you look around to check if the coast is clear.

“Okay, if I show you this one thing you have to promise me you won’t say a word to anyone,” you say.

He raises three fingers to his forehead and smiles.

“Scout’s honour,” he replies.

“This is Pedro,” you say, lifting the small white rabbit from its cage and holding it tightly to your body.

“Aw, hey, Pedro!” Irish says, reaching out to pet the shivering creature’s ears. “Is this what you wanted to show me? Because I’ve seen a bunny rabbit before, you know.” He pulls his hand away and lets out an exaggerated gasp, reaching up to his cheeks in simulated shock. “You’re not going to dissect Pedro, are you? You monster!”

You bat him lightly on the arm. “No, don’t be daft, I’m not going to hurt him,” you say, carrying the small animal to the other side of the lab. “We’re just going to do a little experiment, aren’t we, Pedro?” you add, murmuring into the rabbit’s soft fur.

You lead Irish and the rabbit to the end of the lab, where two large Perspex cylindrical booths reach from the floor to the ceiling. A short series of satisfying pips accompanies your fingers on the keypad belonging to the left booth, the curved wall of which rolls open, allowing you to carefully place Pedro on the floor inside. A few seconds, the door slides closed automatically and you move to the large dual computer monitors at a nearby desk, tapping away at the keyboard.

“If you’re going to make him disappear, wouldn’t it be easier to use a big top hat?” Irish quips.

“Shush, I’m concentrating,” you admonish him. Finally, and with a flourish, you hit the Enter key.

“Cloning sequence initialised,” says a computerised voice, followed by a flurry of electronic whirring sounds that echo around the empty lab.

Irish’s eyes search for the source of the noise before settling eventually at the end of the lab. Slowly, both cylinders begin to fill with neon green smoke until the rabbit has disappeared completely beneath the heavy fog.

“Pedro!” he cries. “You fucking gassed him!”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine,” you assure him.

He steps forward and presses his hands against the Perspex tube, his face illuminated by the bright green mist.

“This is mental,” he whispers, watching as the coloured gas swirls inside the cylinder, before finally being sucked into a vent at the top.

“Subject discharged,” says the computerised voice and the door of the left cylinder rolls open again, a puff of the remaining gas escaping into the lab. Unmoved, Pedro hops out and you scoop him up, placing him on the desk.

“See?” you say, indicating to the rabbit. “He’s totally fine.”

Irish reaches out to pet him and Pedro’s tiny nose twitches with excitement.

“Hey buddy,” Irish whispers.

Now the gas begins to clear from the right cylinder. You both turn to watch as the cloud of green smoke shoots up into the vent.

“Cloning sequence complete,” says the computerised voice.

The door to the right cylinder rolls open and you crouch down to reach inside, pulling out another small, white rabbit.

Irish’s jaw falls open as you stand, bringing the animal over to the desk.

“This,” you say, allowing the two rabbits to make their introductions, “is Petra.”

“What the fu-” Irish says under his breath.

“She’s identical to Pedro in every way. Well, every way but one, obviously. All of the clones have come out female so far. We’re still working out some of the design kinks.”

“You invented a fucking cloning machine?” he says, the magnitude of what he’s just witnessed finally dawning on him.

You shrug: “Well, I helped.”

He crouches down until his head is level with the desk, watching with fascination as the two rabbits sniff each other with curiosity.

Pedro hops around the desk, then approaches Petra from behind, mounting her without hesitation and beginning to rut with a certain level of determination.

Irish gives out a high-pitched laugh: “Ha! They seem to like each other.”

“Oh,” you chuckle, “yeah, they do that sometimes.” You lift Pedro off his female counterpart and place him back down on the desk. “Horny little buggers.”

“Gives me an idea,” he says, rising and turning to you with a familiar look in his eyes.

“Here?” you ask, incredulous.

“Yeah,” he says, wrapping his hands around your ass and drawing you closer. “All this clever clogs stuff really turns me on,” he growls, biting his bottom lip.

You put up a weak protest as his mouth begins to travel around your neck. “Someone might come in…”

“No one’s gonna come in, there’s no one here,” he says, his lips dotting the space behind your ear with persuasive little kisses.

You let out a gentle sigh, signalling your assent. You know it’s risky to fool around in the lab, but you have to admit it’s been a long-time fantasy of yours. Besides, you always let him have his own way in the end - he’s just too damn hard to resist.

“Mmmn… you smell so good,” he murmurs into your neck, his voice melting any lasting trace of resistance on your part.

You run your hands underneath his tank top and press his body to yours, feeling his warmth envelop you.

His lips are on yours now, his tongue teasing your mouth open as his hands move under your clothes.

You start to remove your long white lab coat, but he stops you, tugging it back over your shoulders.

“No, no, leave the lab coat on,” he whispers with a smile, “it’s sexy.”

Now he’s pressing his hands into your flesh over your clothes, drawing you closer as his lips move to your ear.

“Your big fucking brain turns me on so much,” he says, nibbling the side of your neck. “I just want to bend you over one of these lab benches and fuck you senseless.”

As fun as that sounds, you have other ideas. Pulling away from him, you lift his tank top over his head and his fluffy curls bounce around his ears as you drop the garment to the floor. He grins that irresistible grin at you - the one that sparks something raw and animalistic inside you. Feeling bold, you press your palms into his chest, pushing him up against one of the cylinders.

“There’ll be time for that,” you say, allowing him to feel your breath on his face before your lips seek him out again.

He moans into your kiss, his breaths becoming short and staggered as your hands find his belt buckle. You tug on his fly and reach inside for his cock, feeling him already straining against the thin material of his underwear.

His eyes close and he presses his head against the curved Perspex as you palm him, rolling him between your lightly tented fingers.

He exhales one long, jagged breath: “Oh, you’re teasing me,” he complains with clenched eyes, his voice straining under your feathery touch.

You love to watch him like this, each stroke of your hand releasing more whispered pleas from his lips.

Now you’re tracing tiny kisses down the length of his body, dragging his clothes off as you go. You pull his trousers down to his ankles and he shakes his feet out of them, kicking his flip flops off at the same time.

Kneeling in front of him, you grab his naked ass and pull him towards your face, rolling circles around him with your tongue.

“Ah, please, please,” he begs under his breath.

He whimpers as you finally take him into your mouth, pushing his hips against the curved plastic wall behind him.

Slowly, indulgently, your mouth moves over him, pulling him towards you with two firm hands clasped around his ass.

As your lips reach the light scattering of hair at the base, he releases a heavy exhale, the air leaving his lungs in one, long relieved chuckle. You cast your eyes up to meet his and he reaches down to stroke your hair, a delighted smile on his face.

“You look so good like that,” he says, moving his hips in a tentative rhythm.

You start to pick up speed, swirling your tongue around his length with each bob of your head until his back is pressed against the booth, his breathing coming now in short, anguished gasps.

Before long, you’re diving on him, aided by your hand, sucking and slurping, drooling and gagging. He begins to thrust his hips into your face and you sense he’s getting close.

Approaching the edge, his legs begin to buckle and he reaches behind him to steady himself, his fingers scrabbling for purchase on whatever they can find.

As his moans of encouragement ring around the lab, you hear a short series of satisfying pips.

His cock pops from your mouth and you look up at him. “What was that noise, was that the keypad?” you ask.

“Huh? What?” he says, looking down at you over his heaving chest, unable to hide his displeasure that you’ve suddenly stopped sucking his dick at the crucial juncture.

At that moment, the cylinder door rolls open and he topples asslong inside the tube, smacking his curly head hard against the inside wall and landing in a naked heap on the floor.

“Irish!” you call out, scrambling to your feet.

Before you can react, the cylinder door has closed around his unconscious body, trapping him inside.

“Irish!” you call again, hammering on the cylinder to wake him up, but he’s out cold.

Your fingers are frantic, hammering on the keypad, but in your panic you hit the wrong buttons and the machine beeps at you in stubborn refusal.

You race around to the desk, but you’re a split second too late. You watch as Pedro does a slow-motion bounce across the keyboard, giving the Enter key a firm smack with his furry foot as he leaps out of your way.

“Cloning sequence initialised,” says the computerised voice.

“No!” you cry. “No, no, no, no!”

Your shaking fingers bash uselessly at the keys, trying to find a way to stop the sequence, but you know it’s futile - there’s nothing you can do at this point.

“Shit. Shitshitshit.”

You watch as the cloud of neon green gas begins to curl around Irish’s body and you run back to the cylinder, crouching down as he disappears beneath the lurid fog.

“Irish! Irish, wake up! Irish!” you shout, still banging on the Perspex as his bodily form sinks beneath the gas.

“Oh God, ohgodohgod,” you say in quiet panic, pressing your palms and forehead to the tube as it fills until you can no longer make out his form beneath the fog. After what feels like an age, you hear the familiar sound of the vent springing to life, sucking the neon mist off his body.

“Subject discharged,” says the computer as the door swings open.

You crawl inside, choking on the remaining gas as you lean over his crumpled, lifeless form.

“Irish, Irish, baby, wake up,” you plead, cradling his head and slapping him on the cheeks.

His pretty green eyes blink open and he grimaces as he comes to, a hand seeking out the back of his skull.

“Ow. Fuck, my head!” he manages, wincing.

“Oh, thank God. I thought you were dead.”

“No, I’m fine,” he says, struggling to sit up. “Just a bump on the head is all, I’ll live.”

You reach around his head to feel for lumps inside his soft curly hair. He’s not bleeding, but he’s clearly dazed.

“Maybe we should take you to the emergency room, just in case. You could have a concussion,” you say, fussing over him.

“No, seriously, I’m fine, I’m fi-”

“Cloning sequence complete,” interrupts the computer, the synthetic voice bouncing around the lab.

He freezes and looks at you, his eyes wide.

“It only works on rabbits, right?” he asks.

You shake your head, terror visible in your face. “We’ve only ever tested it on rabbits,” you squeak, unable to hide the panic in your voice.

You lift him to his feet and emerge from the cylinder just as the door to the other tube rolls open, releasing a light gasp of green gas into the lab.

You both stand there, your mouths open, as one long leg emerges from the vestibule, then another, followed by a slender figure. Your eyes take in the tall torso, the narrow hips, the slim waist, the small, perfectly formed breasts, the head of long, chocolate-coloured ringlets and then, finally, those unmistakable green eyes.

“Oh, fuck. Irish, what did we fucking do?”

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[idolatrybarbie]

pairing: @wannab-urs x fem!reader

rating & word count: explicit | 1.1k

tags: friends to lovers, canon divergent(?), crackfic taken seriously, RPF duh, smut - thigh riding, coming untouched, dom!gin (this is where the canon divergence comes in), this feels weird to type up but here we are. unedited, we die for the bit.

notes: i uhhhh. hm. well, gin and i have talked about this once or twice before and i am not one to fall short on a bit (was so committed to the bit of being "straight" that i retconned being a lesbian and for a year i screwed men so this is uh...easier than that.) above is gin's express permission. don't like don't read etc. merry early christmas.

You set your bags down at the door, taking in the grand front entryway.  Snowflakes continue to fall outside, lofty banks of packing snow arranged in small mountains around the concrete driveway. Gin makes her way up the steps to her own home, a scarf pulled tight around her throat. The two hour drive from Nashville was quiet aside from the low hum of the radio. The flight wiped you out, that long layover in Chicago an endlessly loud nightmare.

When she makes it through the doorway, you say, “The place is beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she smiles. Shutting the door on the cold, Gin toes off her boots. You mirror her, leaving them on the boot tray in the front hall.

She helps you carry your bag and purse up the stairs. You follow down the hall and to the left. The guest room is cozy, if a bit lifeless. No one’s been here for a few months, and otherwise you figure it doesn’t get much use. The first thing you do is move towards the window, pulling the curtains apart to open the window a crack.

When you look back, Gin is leaning in the doorjamb watching you.

“What?” you ask. “Worried about the heat?”

“Nah,” she shakes her head. “Not worried about that.”

You scrunch your brow in confusion, but she’s too busy moving down the hall again to take notice.

Downstairs in the living room, you and Gin sit with the dogs. They curl around her like snakes to a charmer, some milling about calmly or settling in by her feet.

“I still can’t believe you have seven of ‘em,” you say.

“Me neither,” Gin sighs. She shakes her head, petting one gently. “I love them though. So that makes up for it.”

“You love a lot,” you say.

“I’ve got a lot to give.”

You can’t imagine caring about anything that much—nevermind so many things. Pets. People. Most of the time, it’s hard enough for you to muster up a little care for yourself. You have to keep your eyes on the prize, your head in the game. Follow the bouncing ball. Relationships don’t quite fit into that equation. Friendships do, here and there. That’s why this trip is so important. Why Gin is so important to you.

Dinner is phone-ordered pizza, hot out of the box while the two of you eat it. The plate sits in your lap, crusts uneaten, as some space show flickers across the flat screen television. You’re trying to grasp it—Gin’s told you that you have to watch it, it’s really good. You squint at the screen. Something just isn’t quite clicking with you.

You look over, expecting to see her staring at the TV as you are. Instead, you meet Gin’s eyes again. You take in a quick breath, slightly startled. A laugh escapes your nose at your own reaction. There is no boogeyman. It’s just Gin.

“What do you think?” she asks.

“You know, I’m not too sure. I really want to like it,” you say.

“But?”

“I guess I was expecting more.”

“More, like…” Gin trails off.

“More badassery. More space stuff. More shit I could understand.”

“That’s fair,” she says. “It’s not for everyone.”

She takes the remote, pausing the show and backing out of the streaming app. “So, what do you wanna do now?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “S’all that snow out there…we could make some pretty snow angels.”

“But you’re already gorgeous,” Gin says.

Your face warms at the compliment. “Thanks,” you smile.

Snow continues to fall outside the back patio doors, dusting the back lawn in frosty white.

“Y’know, I haven’t given you the Kentucky welcome yet,” Gin says.

“The Kentucky welcome?” you repeat. “What’s that?”

“Why don’t you come over ‘ere and I’ll show you.”

Slowly, you crawl across the long length of the couch. You kneel on the cushion next to Gin, waiting for something. She continues to stare at you, eyes roving over your form in examination. She looks like she wants to eat you; a predator sizing up its prey. You can’t help the fire that thought stokes in your belly, squeezing your thighs together the slightest bit.

Before you know it, Gin is sliding her hands along your hips. She guides you into her lap, both of your legs on either side of her right thigh.

“Gin…?”

“That’s me,” she smiles.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Givin’ you a Kentucky welcome,” Gin says. “Come on. Let me make you feel good for a sec.”

You want to say no. Should say no. Gin is your friend, and you’ve known her just long enough to see this bond lasting a lifetime. One mistake like this could screw all of that up in an instant, and that is the very last thing you want. But it’s been so long since someone’s touched you like this, felt you in a way that makes you feel real. You are a person, not a machine. You aren’t superhuman, you’re not a doormat. You are you, plain and simple. Gin can see that. That’s why you care about her.

You move your hips carefully, the seam of your jeans rubbing against the growing wet spot in your underwear. Gin happily guides your movements, warm fingers playing with the bottom hem of your shirt. Every time she dips her hand under the fabric to touch your skin, you let out a small gasp. The trace of her thumb is feather-light, gripping you the slightest bit harder when she lifts her knee up and into you.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“You like that?” she asks.

“Mhm,” you nod, words escaping you.

“You think you can come just like this, darlin’?”

You nod again, more frantic this time.

Your hips pick up the pace, the gusset of your underwear drenched and sticking to your pussy. You can feel the wetness spreading against the denim that separates the two of you. The sensation is rough and grinding, quick and dirty to get you off. You suddenly wish you’d warn a dress, even in the cold air of the plane and the frigid winter of the Bluegrass State.

Imagining the feeling if you’d been able to slip off your panties and rub your bare pussy against Gin’s thigh sends you over the edge, a pathetic cry passing your lips as you lean forward into her shoulder.

“That's it. That,” Gin says, “is a Kentucky welcome.”

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Journey's End

by EzzieTheAnxiousQueer

Tommy wasn’t quite sure how he got to the station, but he was here now. He wasn’t leaving.

Tommy stood by the edge of the platform as the train gave its final call. He didn’t get on. He glanced around the station one last time, eyes meeting the guitar man in the corner again. The man rose to his feet, discarding the guitar and moving towards Tommy. It didn’t matter. The train was moving.

Words: 662, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Hey look! This weirdo is projecting onto block people!

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot

Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Crimeboys if you squint - Freeform, This is pure angst, I'm Sorry, (I'm really not), Not Really Character Death, but maybe, kinda up to you tbh, how angsty you feeling?, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Angst, Just angst, or comfort if you choose to believe it, so idk, Hurt/Comfort, maybe? - Freeform, Hurt No Comfort, Suicide Attempt, Based on a Wilbur Soot Song, i think its pretty easy to guess which one lmao, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Intentions, Suicidal TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Tries, Mentioned Wilbur Soot, i mean he does exist but barely by name, TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Angst (Video Blogging RPF), Sad TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Break (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, defo not after seeing that hah, TommyInnit Has Mental Health Issues (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Has Issues (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Has a Bad Time (Video Blogging RPF), Everyone Needs A Hug, both of the 2 characters in this fic need a hug, so thats everyone, No Dialogue, No Romance, SHIPPERS DNI, poppytwt dni, genuinely if you ship this shit then fuck off, thank you, no beta we die like- well you'll see I suppose

[luciuscodedswedeboy]

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skeppy: yes

[ramp-it-up]

I posted 3,150 times in 2022

572 posts created (18%)

2,578 posts reblogged (82%)

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@ramp-it-up

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@ysmmsy

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I tagged 2,157 of my posts in 2022

Only 32% of my posts had no tags

#ask dj - 999 posts

#chris evans - 952 posts

#chris evans smut - 585 posts

#chris evans imagine - 555 posts

#chris evans x female reader - 433 posts

#chris evans x reader - 418 posts

#chris evans x black reader - 414 posts

#bucky barnes - 196 posts

#steve rogers - 192 posts

#sebastian stan - 173 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#don’t ya just love it when you stan someone for being skilled or pretty and then it turns out they’re gloriously thoughtful and articulate

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Playlist: F*cking Bucky

Summary: Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?

Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: more than 3K

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. Steve, Sam and Natasha, pining playlists, jealousy, flirting, voyeurism, eavesdropping, cybersex, dirty talk, unknown? masturbation for an audience, running for pleasure, degradation kink, definite Dom/sub elements, orgasm denial, edging, narrated masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), pulling out, after care, pining, manipulation, mention of loss, surveillance, Dark Bucky.

A/N: I meant to put this out on the weekend, but instead I went outside, lol. This is part of the Playlist Series. Read the previous part, Chill, Buck. @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thanks you both! 🥰 please leave feedback, like and reblog. It helps to inspire me. 😊

The playlist is real and is linked here!

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2,347 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#4

Customer Service

Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader

Word count: around 3K

Summary: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Pining, employer/employee relationship, up skirting (w/consent?), white panty kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, graphic mirror sex, p in v, sex standing up, creampie, good girl kink, Dom Chris if you squint, implied blow job. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).

Author’s note: I guess maybe I’m back? Idk. It’s been a while. Let me know what you think.

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2,424 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#3

The Perfect Shot

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: It’s just another day at work as Lloyd’s intern.

Word Count: around 1K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d, RPF. SMUT! This is dark. Read at your own risk. As you know, Lloyd is a prick. Reader has issues. Employer/Employee imbalance of power, degradation kink, references to choking during sex, revenge porn, sex made public without consent, nipple play, rough sex, fingering, clit slapping, p in v, cum play, implied oral (m receiving). Just pwp.

A/N: This is in response to a challenge from muse @maroonsunrise83. She just says a word and I go. 🤗

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2,705 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

Hi- may I ask for an angsty mix with Chris Evans x reader: she was very open with affection- hugs, smiles, caressing, cuddles, kisses -it did not matter when and where! After her boyfriend comes back from a particularly long day on set, he is exhausted, and do not even respond to her ways of saying "I love you". And that had reader thinking: perhaps she was too clingy? So the following weeks she gave him more space and more alone time, in her caring attempt not to smother her boyfriend... Without knowing how much it hurt him...

It’s Over

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader 

Summary: If you two had communicated, this wouldn’t be happening.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Clueless Chris, clueless reader. Anxiety, insecurities in self and relationship, thirst traps, lack of communication, thoughts of cheating, jealousy, vibrators, masturbation for an audience, oral (both receiving) cum play, breast play, clit play, raw sex, praise, dirty talk, begging, creampie, a lil bit of breeding kink.

A/N: Hope you like it @scorpionchild81 Let me know!

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2,798 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Try a Little Tenderness

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.7 K

Summary: Steve can’t win you with presents. He’s got to try a little tenderness.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Pining, flirting, organized crime, implied ice skating, teasing, former jerky boyfiend, inexperienced reader, nipple play, oral (both receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, crying during sex, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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2,926 notes - Posted December 18, 2022

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[sergio-para-siempre]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Football RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gerard Piqué/Sergio Ramos Characters: Sergio Ramos, Gerard Piqué, Lucas Vázquez, Jordi Alba Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Friends to Lovers, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Bathtub Sex, Rimming, Fluff and Smut, Inspired by Real Events

Summary: When Sergio invites Gerard to watch the Copa Libertadores Final at the Bernabeu with him, their night takes a turn neither of them expected.

[worksby-d]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈𝐭

An Everyone Thinks It Oneshot

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary: Giving a relationship a shot, you try to keep it to yourselves a while before telling anyone, especially to avoid the imminent ‘We told you so’s from his family. A lovely anon gave me the idea for the flashback in this 🥰

Warnings: RPF, implied smut if you squint, just all around fluff

Word count: ~1,200

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His arm tightening around you, pulling you closer begins to stir you awake. But it's his gravelly voice and his lips mumbling good morning against the sensitive skin on your neck that makes it impossible to ignore him and go back to sleep.

“You get up too early,” you mutter, but can't help the small smile on your face as you turn to face him. “Can never just sleep in when I’m with you.”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckles. “But we gotta get up and going soon.”

As much as you'd like to stay in bed together all day, you're going to his mom’s to hang out for the afternoon and pick up your son from her. She's watched him a handful of times the past couple weeks, each time under the guise that you and Chris were both working late and could use the help, but it was really so you could have a couple nights alone now that you’re a new couple.

“Should we just tell them today?” His question pierces the comfortable silence you've fallen back into for a few minutes as you both work on waking up.

“Tell them what?” Your brow furrows as you play clueless. “That we’re sleeping together?”

“Well, not exactly like that.” He rolls his eyes, sneaking a hand along your side to tickle you and watch you attempt to squirm away before giving you a quick kiss and letting up. “But yeah.”

“That we're giving this a shot and it's going really well?” You guess more serious this time, your smile mirroring the one that his lips slowly turn into.

“It is going really well,” he nods, bringing his hand up from your hip to caress your cheek, leaning to give you another kiss. A slower, deeper one this time.

“They're going to say they told us so,” you groan jokingly when he pulls away, thinking back to all the times they've hinted at believing you guys would be good together as more than friends.

“Who do you think he looks most like?” You remember his mom asking as she held her grandson for the first time in the hospital.

“Well–”

Before you could say, Chris butt in. “Are you kidding? He's gorgeous. He's all his mother. Every single feature is his pretty mom.”

You just smiled and shook your head, not feeling pretty at all after just having a baby. “I was going to say, I think he has Chris’ eyes.”

“Christopher,” his mom teasingly scolded. “How do you say things like that and continue to stay just friends?”

“Ma…”

“We just–” You quickly interjected. “We just don't want to screw anything up. Our top priority right now is being good parents. That’s all.”

“Have you talked about it though? Maybe someday?”

“Not yet,” he shook his head. “And we don't have to. He's literally less than a day old. We're going to be a family in every sense that matters.”

“I know you will be,” she assured. “I just know, have always known, you guys could be good together.”

“What if we keep it to ourselves just a little longer,” you propose, looking into his eyes pleadingly, but quickly taking on a more lighthearted tone. “I like sneaking around. It’s hot.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he laughs, rolling on top of you, making you laugh too. “But I know what I want–” He pauses to lower his face to yours, pressing his lips to yours, your arms slipping around his neck to hold him against you. “Right. Now.”

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When you do finally get there, your son gives you both the quickest hello known to man before running back off to play with his cousins.

“I thought we had a few years yet before he doesn't care about us,” you pout playfully, turning to Chris.

“Yeah,” Lisa chuckles, walking out of the kitchen to greet you guys. “Good luck getting him to leave. He's been having fun.”

After visiting for a while, lunchtime quickly approaches. You and Chris offer to do the grilling, letting everyone else relax.

In the kitchen getting everything ready to take outside, he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. “This is going well,” he whispers.

“Of course it is, dumbo,” you tease. “I've been here a million times. I think they like me more than you.”

“I don't doubt that actually,” he cringes, loosening his grasp on you so you can turn and hop up to sit on the counter for a second. “But this is your first time here as my girlfriend.”

“Sap,” you smile, shaking your head. “They don't even know that.”

“Still counts,” he shrugs, stepping between your legs to be closer.

“They're gonna know if you get any closer to me,” you joke, but it doesn't stop you from draping your arms around his neck.

“Relax,” he says softly. “They all think we’re outside.”

Too distracted with each other, neither of you hear a door open and your son running past the room, apparently unfazed by you both.

“What is taking your mom and dad so long, kiddo?” His mom can't help but ask when the boy climbs into her lap on the couch. “Where are they?”

“Kitchen,” he answers.

“They haven't been outside yet?” He just shakes his head. “They are two of the slowest people I know,” she sighs, getting up with him to look for you guys.

Turning the corner into the kitchen, she doesn't even give a warning before speaking up. “Well,” she gasps, and you both jump, Chris quickly taking a big step back out of your embrace, and you hopping off the counter. “No wonder the food’s taking so long.”

“Uh, yeah– We um–” He stammers, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his reddening neck. “Come on," he whines–like a kid caught doing something they're not supposed to–instead of coming up with an excuse. "Who told you we weren't outside yet?”

She just points down to your little boy standing next to her.

“It's really your own you gotta worry about, huh,” Chris teases, rounding the counter to scoop him up in his arms and tickle him, making him squeal with laughter. “We need to teach you how to cover for us, pal.”

You just shake your head and laugh at them, still avoiding Lisa’s gaze though.

“How long?” is her first question.

“How long, what?” You commit to the clueless act again.

“Don't what? me,” she chuckles. “You two were all over each other just now.”

“A couple weeks,” you admit, failing terribly to suppress the smile you're breaking into.

“Finally,” she smiles too, closing the gap between you both by crossing the room and pulling you in for a hug. “So all that extra babysitting I've been doing…”

“Yeah, no, that was just so we could have time alone together,” you confirm. “Sorry for lying, but we appreciate it.”

“Oh, anytime,” she assures cheerily. “I knew you guys were meant to be. Everyone knew it.”

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Sleepless Nights

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: During an unusually windy night, Y/N finds herself unable to sleep while her boyfriend is streaming in the other room, unaware of the terror revving outside thanks to his headphones. So, Y/N does the only thing she can in order to finally get some shuteye.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, I had such a blast writing it! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to complete and post it but here it finally is and I hope you’ve stuck around long enough to read it! If you have, please enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

It’s that time of year again - the city is terrorized by the loudest, most intense winds that wield the strength of a mythological creature and sound like the wails of hell’s sufferers. You may find my description of this natural occurrence rather dramatic and over the top but that’s because you aren’t here to hear and see this horror show going on. Trees have been uprooted from the ground and have fallen on top of cars, damaging them expensively. Chimneys all around are whistling hauntingly as the gusts of wind pass through them, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

Winds have never sat right with me and I often found myself lacking shuteye during the night if they were wilding outside while I tried to sleep even as a kid. My parents thought I’d grow out of it as the years went by but I never did apparently, seeing as how I’m wide awake at close to 2AM on a workday. I have to be at work by eight in the morning and if I don’t catch some z’s soon I might just show up looking like a zombie.

This is not the first time such an occurrence has happened. However, on those past occurrences, I wasn’t alone in bed, twisting and turning under the covers so I could extinguish the sound that’s violating my head. On those occasions, I had someone lying in bed next to me with his arms wrapped around me tightly or with his hands covering my ears. That person isn’t with me right now though. He’s in a room two doors away, streaming Among Us with his friends.

I’ve had Corpse ditch streams to comforting me during anxiety-inducing windstorms like this one but I can only assume he cannot hear what is going on outside since I haven’t heard a single word from him. Of course, comforting me isn’t his job and I’m not the type of girlfriend to be clingy and in need of her boyfriend to be there for her 24/7. Quite the contrary actually - I’m independent and rarely ask for people’s help, Corpse’s included. However, there’s one thing I need help with and this is it - falling asleep at a time like this. That’s a task I cannot manage on my own.

And so, against my better judgement and putting aside my embarrassment surrounding my fear, I kick the covers off me and get up, stretching my arms above my head as I walk out of the bedroom Corpse and I share and into the hallway which is pitch black as the rest of the apartment. The only light is coming from underneath the door to Corpse’s recording room but even that is so faint I can only guess it’s coming from his computer screen.

With an uneasy sigh, I make my way down the hall, flinching when a particularly strong gust of wind rattles the windows. This apartment building is old makes noises of its own on the regular, the last thing it needs is these attacks it’s now forced to endure because the weather outside is crappy as all hell. Take an already noisy building and pelt it with gusts of wind, yeah that equals a sleepless night for me.

The recording room door isn’t shut all the way as usual. Corpse prefers keeping it open a crack so he can enter and exit it without making noise in the middle of the night as to not wake me up, seeing as how I’m quite a light sleeper. It also allows me to enter and exit it soundlessly whenever I want to either bring him a snack or spook him. There’s no in-between: I either bring him something to eat/drink, or I scare the daylight out of him. The latter usually happens when he’s playing a horror game though so it’s rare which is why he hasn’t started shutting the door as to be alerted of my schemes before I give him a mini heart attack.

And so, I tip-toe my way in his recording room, squinting my eyes when I’m faced with the beaming computer screen opposite the door though it’s partially blocked by the hunched over Corpse who is still unaware of my presence. So, in order to avoid freaking him out, I deliver a couple of soft but audible enough knocks to the door frame to grab his attention.  My attempt proves successful as I see him yank off his headset and whirl around in his chair to face me.

“Am I being too loud?“ Even in the dark, I can make out the lines of his face contorting into an expression of guilt.

I give him a lopsided smile as I strut over to him with lazy steps. Just as I part my lips to speak, a strong gust of wind shakes the building, producing a wailing-like sound that immediately forces me to freeze up, the smile disappearing from my face.

Corpse’s face shifts expressions again, this time exhibiting a compassionate, comforting smile, “That’s what it is, isn’t it? You can’t sleep?” I shake my head, biting my lip as I feel my cheeks heat up. “Come here.” He mutters, opening his arms invitingly.

Without a single doubt, I come closer, not putting up a fight when he pulls me into his lap. I let my legs hang off either side of his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck as I hide my face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent mixed with the cologne that has lingered on his hoodie and hair.

“Wait a sec...“ he mumbles, pulling away from me briefly. I’m confused for a second, but then I feel the pair of wireless headphones he covers my ears with and I give him a grateful smile, already feeling myself beginning to relax at the warmth of his body against mine and the soothing comfort of his touch. However, when the lo-fi music starts playing through my headphones - a playlist he’s complied for me whenever I have sleepless nights such as these for whatever reason - I’m a complete goner.

And so I find myself drifting off with the mixed sounds of lo-fi beats, Corpse’s whispers and his heartbeat and honestly, not to be cheesy or anything, but I’ve never heard a sweeter lullaby in all my life.

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