#by queenspur

[orwocolor]

happy birthday, baby

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, spanking, unprotected sex, a dash of breeding kink (18+ ONLY)

Summary: It’s your birthday, and even though Joe can’t be there for you during the day due to his filming schedule, he has the night to make it up to you.

Author’s Note: This fic was requested ages ago by the darling @queenspur. I am so terribly sorry it took forever! But here we are, two months later. I also need to be frank and admit that the idea behind gifts mentioned later on in the fic is 100% copied from one of britishfilth’s audios. The rest (well, most of it - I listened to that audio quite a few months ago and I may have accidentally been more inspired by it than I remember 😂) is a creation of my imagination and dirty mind.

the gif is mine

You were staring at yourself in a mirror, mesmerised by the way your new lingerie hugged your body and accentuated your curves. The small thing that could barely pass as an item of clothing left very little to the imagination. It was a black set consisting of a lace bra with an intricate pattern and decorative strings leading from the bridge of the bra to the straps and crossing the top section of your breasts, a matching garter belt which fitted the line of your hips perfectly, and sheer black thigh-high stockings with ribbons of the same colour interlaced into the fabric near the hem and tied into small bows on the back of your legs. There was also a dark plum satin robe, currently resting on your bed as you couldn’t tear your gaze away from your reflection in the bedroom mirror.

When the mailman had brought your delivery, you expected a new set of kitchenware that you’d been eyeing for some time and which you’d mentioned to Joe a while back when he asked you what you wished for your birthday. But the white box had a suspiciously large satin bow on its cover, and it was way too light to contain colourful kitchen utensils and pans. You dialled Joe’s number, but the call went straight to voicemail. He must have been filming at that moment. You hung up and sat down on the floor, cross-legged and ready to inspect the box. After a few seconds of turning it in all conceivable ways, a note slipped away from underneath the bow and fell on a soft carpet. You reached for it and slowly picked up the paper card.

Happy birthday, my love! Open the box and follow the instructions inside. J.

Once you finished reading the note, you eagerly grasped the ends of the bow and tugged. The satin skimming down the box, you lifted the lid and spread open the extra thin featherlight paper, impatient to see what was inside.

Breathlessly gasping, you stared in bewilderment at the beauty right in front of you. The lingerie was laid out in the box so that the bra, garter belt and stockings were at the display, placed over the purple robe. Your fingers grazed over the lace of the bra cup and you slightly shuddered at the thought of wearing it tonight.

It hadn’t escaped your notice that a pair of knickers was missing, and you had to chuckle out loud. You hadn’t expected anything else from Joe, and truth be told, the image in your head of you wearing the lingerie got even racier.

You pulled out the delicate pieces of fabric and spread them out on your bed, thus finding another sheet of paper at the bottom of the box.

Joe’s instructions were clear as day. You were to enjoy your special day to the brim. He wouldn’t have time to go out for dinner with you as he’d initially planned, since his filming schedule did not allow him to, but he promised he would make it up to you in a few days. He’d booked a table in your favourite restaurant and called your best friends to go out with you in his stead.

The corners of your lips gradually rose as you skimmed through his words, pausing every now and then to decipher his handwriting. When you reached the last paragraph, you were forced to do a double-take.

After you return, get ready for me, birthday girl. When I get home, I want to find you in our bedroom wearing the lingerie I gave you and waiting for me, on the bed, on all fours. Eyes front, no peeking back. There are more gifts to come, baby, but you must show me you deserve them. Be a good girl and don’t let me down.

There was nothing else added, no signature or anything, and the last four words resonated in your head for the rest of the day.

The moment Joe had found out you loved being bossed around in bed every now and then, he didn’t everything he could to be the perfect dom for you. Although truth be told, sometimes, the façade slipped and the Joe you knew and loved shone through, but that was what made all those moments special and unique.

To say you enjoyed your birthday was an understatement. You had a free day, which meant there was no shift for you to cover, only the amazing amount of time dedicated to your little self. You went out shopping, browsed through the new IKEA that had opened recently, watched your favourite film, called your family, and met up with your friends for dinner.

Once you returned home, you still had some time before Joe would arrive and so you ran yourself a bubble bath, lit up several scented candles, and played some relaxation music, decidedly pampering yourself as much as you could. Yes, it all smelled of a cliché, but it was your birthday after all, and a cliché here and there had never hurt anyone.

Humming, you exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your torso. You halted at the foot of the bed, your eyes tracing the lace laid on the sheets as silence fell over you. Biting your bottom lip, you untucked the corner of your fluffy towel and tossed it aside.

You put on the lingerie with great care; you wanted to look perfect. It reminded you of your first school days when you’d still had the energy to make the effort and the desire to make jaws drop with a little smirk and a single wink of your eye.

After you put on some mascara, you applied a dark red shade lipstick on your lips, spreading the substance with your fingers and resisting the urge to bite at them in the anticipation of what was to come. Not being able to hold down your excitement, you felt a pleased smile tugging at the corners of your lips as they revealed a set of teeth, and you pressed your palms to your cheeks, feeling the heat spreading there.

The moment you added the finishing touches, you rushed to the full-length mirror to admire Joe’s gift and your handiwork. Your reflection left you slightly breathless and you couldn’t tear away your gaze.

With not a single clue of how long you had been standing there, admiring yourself, you heard a key rattle in the front door, your head shot up, and your heart stopped beating for a split of a second.

Blinking away your frozen-like state, you jumped to the bed, hastily put on a pair of patent stilettos which you’d dug out from the deep bottom of your closet, slipped on the plum robe, the satin kissing your heated skin soothingly, and tied the smooth belt firmly around your waist. Initially, you had thought that the robe would ruin the whole look, but the moment you bent down, you realised that in the position like that, it reached the middle of your bottom cheeks, leaving your pussy bare and in plain sight.

You crawled onto the bed and placed yourself in the centre, your legs slightly spread as your knees rested against the soft sheets and your fingers dug into the throw pillows. You positioned your body in such a way that your arse would serve as the most delicious welcoming sight for Joe’s eyes to fall onto the moment he would enter.

The rustle of air that pierced the quietness of the room as you took a deep breath to calm your restless heart and buzzing nerves was the last sound you registered before the bedroom door swung open and Joe entered the bedroom.

And then, you did not dare to breathe.

Seconds dragged, each one of them agonizingly slow, and you stared at the headboard right in front of you, waiting for Joe’s next move. You’d heard the door open, but it seemed like he froze in the doorway, taking you in.

“You’re sure it’s not my birthday today?” Joe chuckled, but the sound of his voice had a dark edge to it, tinged with desire matching your own.

Footsteps could be heard, muffled by the carpet as he inched closer, and a light thud sounded in your bedroom as he dropped his jacket to the floor.

The mattress underneath you dipped with his weight and you registered the rustle of fabrics as he crawled towards you.

Without touching you, he grasped the purple satin between his fingers. As he slowly lifted the hem of your robe, he exposed your arse to his eyes and a small groan rumbled in the back of his throat. He pushed the satin up and let it rest on your lower back as he admired the view.

Joe was kneeling behind you; you could feel the heat radiating from him as he made no move to touch you yet. It seemed like some kind of twisted torture to you, sweet, delicious torture that caused you to crave more. To be touched, kissed, caressed, groped, and just properly fucked.

You almost jumped out of your skin when a feather-light touch of his fingertips made contact with the back of your thighs. Gasping, you relished in the feeling of Joe’s fingers dancing up and down your heated skin as they left trails of goose-bumps in their wake. Every time his hands inched closer to your bum, you shuddered involuntarily, the sensation going straight to your core, settling there and causing you to tremble as you sank your teeth into your lip, holding in the noises that were gradually forcing their way out of your mouth.

Leaning over you, Joe pressed his front against your back, and you threw your head back, rubbing your temple against his newly grown out stubble. The aroma of his shampoo and skin enveloped you and you breathed in the familiar scent.

“Happy birthday, baby.” Joe’s words brushed over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, which involuntarily caused your hips to buck as your arse firmly pushed against Joe’s groin, the coarse material of his jeans shifting your focus to the bare state of your core. The sensation made your mind race. This time, with clear intention, you moved your butt up and down, pushing yourself against the outline of his cock covered by the denim. Your walls clenched in a vice-like grip around thin air when your skin made contact with the cold metal buckle of his belt, and your arms started to shake. You weren’t sure how long you could stay in that position.

“Oh my, look at the mess you’re making,” Joe rasped and cleared his throat when he drew himself up again. He must have been just as hot and bothered as you were, the teasing having made you both ache with want for something more. “You’re already dripping wet, my love. Ah, your juices are all over my crotch.”

You twisted your neck and turned your head to look for yourself. The view that greeted you sent another jolt of pleasure into your core and your breath hitched. Joe was wearing a simple black t-shirt, the short sleeves revealing his strong biceps, and a pair of blue jeans, the leather jacket that he had disposed of earlier lying in a heap on the floor. His fingers were splayed on your buttocks, fitting perfectly as if they were carved by gods for one purpose only – to grope your arse and never let go. His hair was ruffled, his eyes sparkling and mouth slightly agape as he stared in bewilderment at the result of your grinding.

That was when you noticed the wet patch on his trousers, your arousal glistening in a nightstand lamps’ light, and you moaned, almost inaudibly.

Smack.

Your jaw dropped and you jolted forward, taken aback by the sharp sting on your butt cheek which sent a burning sensation across your skin.

“Did I give you permission to turn around?” Joe grunted and gave you another spank with the flat of his palm, hitting you harder this time.

“No,” you whined into a pillow and braced yourself for another blow.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Another smack hit your other cheek. “Do you know what that means, baby girl? A birthday or not, I’m gonna have to punish you.”

You nodded, wordlessly accepting whatever was to come.

“I think ten spanks will do but I want you to count for me. Think you can do that?” His voice turned sugar sweet for a moment and his hands were stroking your buttocks. Until another sharp blow landed on your skin.

“One,” you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Come again?” Joe demanded and the following slap was so hard it sent you forward, your arms giving up as you burrowed your face into the pillows.

“Two!” you sobbed once you freed your mouth, and you almost came in an instant when Joe chuckled darkly behind you.

With each slap on your tender skin and each syllable falling from your lips, you felt yourself growing wetter. A blow after blow, you reached number ten and collapsed on the bed. You realised Joe was showing some amount of restraint, since usually after a session like that you would be feeling the sting all over your arse for a few days. However, it still hurt slightly, but the pain was bearable.

“Good girl, you’re my good girl. Shhh, baby, shhh, I’ve got you.”

He soothed his hands all over your body, dragging them against the smooth material of the robe you were still wearing, the lace of the garter belt, the nylon of your stockings, and your exposed burning hot skin.

“Come here.” He pulled you up by your waist and you leaned against him, his chest firm against your back. You tilted your head and chased his lips, moaning into the kiss once he finally granted his permission and opened his mouth to welcome your exploring tongue.

He kissed you like that for a few moments, catching your bottom lip between his teeth every now and then and tugging at it playfully. Soon, you were breathless again, so you broke the kiss and took great gulps of air into your lungs. Joe’s lips moved to your cheek and eventually latched onto your earlobe, sucking relentlessly.

His hands weren’t idle either. They groped your breasts, squeezing and pushing them together, and it didn’t take much for you to feel your nipples getting hard under Joe’s ministrations. After a minute, he untied the satin belt, pulled it out of the loops, and opened the robe, growling desperately into your ear. Pushing it down your arms, he slipped the piece of fabric away from you and tossed it aside, the satin pooling on the floor.

“Oh god, you should see yourself,” he growled into your ear and gently bit on your earlobe, “so sexy in your pretty gift,” his fingers sent shivers down your spine and you rocked your hips against his crotch, “and needy,” he chuckled.

You moaned loudly as his fingers dug into your sides and you arched your back.

“I know I promised you more gifts, but I need to taste your first,” he whispered hotly and rubbed his hands against your arms, reaching your wrists which he promptly pressed to each other in front of you. He retracted the satin belt of your robe and tied them together.

“Lie on your back,” he instructed, and you did so, right after he gave your arse another playful spank. God, it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of your backside tonight.

It wasn’t an easy task with your tied hands to change the position, but you managed. Hissing quietly, you scowled when your butt landed on the soft blankets, but you refused to concentrate on that.

“Good girl,” Joe praised and grabbed your wrists, pushing them above your head and attaching the belt to the headboard. You gave it a few experimental tugs to see how rigorous he was. Admittedly, quite a lot; it would be hard to free yourself on your own. Not that it would ever come to it and you would need it, but the thought of you being completely putty in his hands excited you to no end.

His fingertips ran down the exposed skin of your arms, making you shiver and whimper lightly. Drawing intricate patterns on your soft skin, Joe made sure you felt every brush of his fingers, locking his eyes with yours.

Not dropping your gaze, you poke out your tongue to wet your lips, the movement not escaping Joe’s scrutiny as you prolonged the action more than necessary, leaving your mouth invitingly open afterwards.

Your breath hitched when he leaned in closer, pausing mere millimetres away from your mouth.

You started to lift your hand to run your fingers through his auburn hair, pushing him forward and closing the distance, but the restraints did not allow you to. You giggled at your fail attempt and Joe joined, his eyes sparkling with mirth. Even without your aid, he bent down and caught your bottom lip between his lips, sucking on it before his tongue forced his way into your mouth. Deepening the kiss, Joe moaned, the sound muffled by your mouth which responded in a similar fashion.

Eventually, he broke the kiss and straightened his back, his palms pressing against your thighs, opening your legs for him. He was still fully clothed and your need to tear down his shirt, jeans and boxers reached indescribable heights. But your hands were tied, literally, and all you could do was wait for him to undress.

He, however, did no such thing. Pushing your stocking-clad legs deeper into the mattress, pinning them down, he bent over and latched his lips onto your opening, the wetness that had developed there over the past moments letting him push his tongue inside you with ease. Your eyes rolled back when he lapped at your juices, swirling them and tasting them, the sound of him swallowing the evidence of your desire bringing you faster to the edge than you would like to admit.

His fingers replaced his tongue as he pressed two digits into your heat, relentlessly bending them in the come-hither motion, while he positioned his tongue to your clit, flicking the nub at rapid speed. His eyes locked on yours, he gauged your reaction, every intake of breath and every tremble.

You were sure to go mad any moment, the sensation sending you reeling. You whimpered and moaned and screamed and sobbed, occasionally chanting Joe’s name in a desperate prayer for him not to stop.

Your body was mindlessly tossing on the bed as if your limbs could not settle upon one position, a fuzzy feeling settling in your stomach, making your toes curl in your shoes and your arms flex as they pulled at the satin belt.

You felt yourself fast approaching orgasm. Biting your lips, you arched your back as Joe kept sucking on your clit, hard, as if his life depended on it. You found yourself at the edge, all you needed was a little push.

“Ouch!” Joe suddenly yelped and tore away from your core, pain in his eyes.

“What is it, what happened?” you asked breathlessly, panic settling in your stomach as you shook, the unsatisfied anticipation vibrating through your veins.

Joe took hold of your legs which had apparently wrapped around his shoulders at some point, his fingers gently but firmly separating your intertwined ankles.

“I love you, birthday girl, but we’re gonna take these off, okay?” One by one, he took off your stilettos. As he stretched down to place them on the floor, you noticed a long red line marking his back. Oh, fuck! You must have hurt him with your heel! There was no blood, thank God, but you still felt like the worst girlfriend ever.

“Joe, baby, I’m so sorry,” you kept repeating, truly regretting it.

“Nah, babe, it’s nothing. But I haven’t even given you your present, yet! Would like to do so without getting any injury,” he chuckled and placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, freeing your wrists from the restraints as you scrunched up your nose, his beard tickling you.

“Does it mean I’m going to get my gift now?” You grinned at him, glee in your eyes.

“Gifts, love. Plural.” He kissed you soundly on the lips, pressing softly his forefinger against them afterwards. “Wait,” he whispered and with a wink left the heat of your body as he bent over the edge of the bed and sunk down, rummaging in his bag.

“Are the knickers in one of them?” you asked matter-of-factly, rubbing your tender wrists.

“I beg your pardon?” Joe said, lifting his head to give you a confused look over his shoulder.

“The knickers that go with this set,” you explained as your hand vaguely pointed to the lingerie that you were still wearing. “These things usually include knickers.”

Joe chuckled at your deduction. “Yeah, you’re right, there was a pair knickers there as well,” he admitted, and you gave him a triumphant smile. “But how could it be your birthday gift if I intend to take it back?” He pulled himself up on the bed and turned to you, his hands hiding something behind his back. “No, baby girl, I’ll let you wear them one day, teasing you the whole day, making you incredibly wet, and then I’m going to take them back once they’re properly soaked.” He smirked mischievously and an audible gulp you made gave away your apparent interest and excitement over that scenario.

He closed the distance and gave you a hungry kiss, your fingers finding their way to his hair, burrowing in his locks and enjoying the newly granted freedom.

He sat up on his heels, and you followed him, not a having a single ounce of desire to let him go.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he whispered against your lips, nuzzling his nose into yours with affection.

Darting your eyes downwards, you found two boxes in his palms. They were neatly wrapped up in quality paper and cute little bows were stuck at the corners.

“What’s in them, then, if not the knickers?” you inquired, suspiciously staring at the two boxes.

“Open them and you’ll see.”

Carefully, you reached for one of them, the package heavy in your hand and you proceeded to tear down the wrapping paper, the bow flying somewhere behind you. Joe was watching your every move intently, but the moment you lifted the lid, he brought his eyes to your face, paying attention to your reaction.

All you did was stare and frown, no sounds coming out of your slightly agape mouth.

After a few beats of silence, you turned your focus to Joe.

“Scissors?”

He chuckled at the deep line that had appeared between your eyes as your eyebrows contorted in incomprehension, and he placed a soft kiss there. “Maybe you should open the other one, it will make sense.” He was so anxious about the presents, he was literally bouncing on his heels, the energy that seemed to never leave his body rushing through his veins at extra speed.

“Look, Joe, if that’s your way of telling me you wanna attend origami classes, there are other ways,” you giggled, stripping the other box of its paper, still unsure what this was about, and gave him a playful nudge. It wouldn’t be the first time of him announcing you some new hobby of his in a rather unconventional way.

“God, woman, you can’t help yourself, can you? You’re gonna ruin the whole surprise. And besides, in what universe do you use scissors for origami?! It literally translates as ‘folding paper’,” he scolded.

How dare he, correcting you on your birthday. The audacity! You blew him a raspberry. “Somebody’s already an expert, I see.”

Shifting his weight, he moved behind you on the bed, pulling the shirt over his head and discarding it on the way, and hugged you from behind, watching over your shoulder as you opened the other box. Your breath hitched slightly before you finally got to it, his exposed skin against your back sending warm sensation right to your pussy. Blinking, you shifted your focus to the gift.

There were condoms. Lots of them. Unused, thank God, but all taken out of their packages.

“Okay, care to explain the gifts to me? ‘Cause I don’t get it.”

“Well,” he started, and you craned your neck to find a light blush gracing cheek, “the thing is, you know, it’s a symbol. I want you to cut them. Shred them into a million pieces.”

“And I’m supposed to do that because…” you asked as Joe placed the scissors into your palm.

His lips drew closer to your ear, his hot breath making you shiver and your eyes close.

“Because tonight,” he whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you raw.”

You swallowed audibly.

“I’m gonna shoot my load into you,” Joe continued, renewed confidence seeping through his voice as you kept your eyes shut. “I’m gonna paint the lovely walls of your cunt with my cum. And who knows,” he chuckled darkly, “maybe I’m gonna put a baby inside you.”

You whimpered at the notion, feeling your legs closing as they rubbed against each other, relieving some of the tension. When you pressed your back against Joe’s form sitting behind you, he dropped his hands down to your hips and squeezed them in between your thighs, spreading you open for him. His fingers slowly walked up your inner thigh until they reached your aching pussy, rubbing your folds and spreading the wetness there.

“You want that, don’t you?” Joe’s voice enveloped your whole being and all you could focus on was his words whispered hotly into your ear and his fingers playing with your clit. “Ah, my love, you’ve wanted this for a very long time. I know, I know,” he cooed with understanding when a soft moan passed your lips. “Show me how much.”

He wrapped his palm around the back of your hand and guided you to take hold of the scissors. With no need to be told twice, you dug the condoms out of the box and proceeded to cut them.

The bedroom was filled with the sound of the scissors and your occasional bursts of laughter. It was so absurd, yet the sensation extremely freeing, as you felt the latex give in under the sharp blades of the scissors while Joe’s fingernails dragged along your thighs, leaving a trail of goose-bumps in their wake, and his mouth was sucking dark hickeys along the column of your neck when he wasn’t hiding his pleased smiles at your glee into your skin.

After a few moments, the box was full to the brim with tiny pieces of latex and you unceremoniously dropped the scissors down on the floor, slinking down against Joe’s torso, your chest heaving and the strings of your bra digging into your breasts with every deep intake of breath. He wrapped his arms around and caressed your cheek.

“So, how do you want me, birthday girl? Are we going to go with the classic and do it the old missionary-style? Or do you want to be on top? Or maybe you’d like me pounding into your little pussy from behind?” he waggled his eyebrows at you and you weren’t sure whether to laugh or moan with desire at the notions.

Eventually, your lips curled into an amused smile and you turned around in Joe’s arms, realising how much you loved this ridiculous man when you saw his beaming face, and yet his eyes were dark with lust matching to yours.

“I want to ride you,” you whispered against Joe’s lips before you opened your mouth and captured them, moaning softly and urgently into the kisses.

Pressing against his shoulders, you pushed him on his back and straddled him, your hands quickly finding their way into his hair as you kissed him soundly. It was then when you realised that he was still wearing his trousers, but you set your mind to making short work of them.

Joe helped you as much as he could, even though it proved to be a tougher proposition than you’d expected as his skinny jeans clung to his toned legs.

With a few fits of giggles and an accidental kick in your thigh, for which Joe apologised profusely, you finally managed to get Joe rid off his trousers. You eagerly reached for his briefs and pulled them down too, his erection springing free and leaking precum.

You could not resist but taste the liquid that streamed down his cock, dragging your tongue up his shaft and swirling it around the slit. You placed a gentle kiss there and grabbed him by the base, feeling him throb and harden as another stream of precum poured out of his slit, right into your ready mouth.

The desperate moans and whimpers that were coming out of his mouth seemed like a symphony to your ears, and so you opened your mouth wide and pushed his cock inside, swallowing and feeling the head hitting the back of your throat.

He gasped and shoved his fingers into your hair, before he changed his mind and begged you to stop.

“Wait, wait, wait. If you really want me to fill you with my cum and make you pregnant, you really, really need to stop.” The last syllable was a mere sob as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard on his cock, your grip on his shaft firm and adamant.

He had to sit up and swat your hands away when you released his cock with a wet pop. Grabbing you by your hair, he pushed you up and crushed his lips against yours, swallowing your complaints. Shuffling up his body and playfully biting his lip before you pushed him back, you grabbed his cock again, giving it a few pumps, and placed it at your entrance.

Taking a deep breath, you sank down on him, a delicious inch by a delicious inch, until you bottomed out, your toes curling and eyes rolling back. You clasped your muscles around him and the whimper that rewarded you put a victorious smile on your face.

“God, you feel so good,” you moaned as a shudder ran down your spine at the sensation of being filled by Joe’s cock, feeling every ridge of his shaft in your welcoming heat as he stretched your walls.

At first, you rocked gently against him, getting used to the feeling of his bare cock buried deep inside you, gasping as you rolled your hips and tried different angles.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and groaned. You looked like a goddess of darkness in that lingerie, getting what you wanted. You watched with excitement as his cock disappeared in your aching cunt, again and again.

Joe reached for your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours, his thumb caressing the skin on the back of your palm. You promptly pushed yourself up and slammed back against him, this time with more force, which caused you to moan in unison.

You both had been so riled up that it didn’t take long for you to quicken the pace and get closer to mind-shattering orgasms. You bounced on his throbbing cock, up and down, up and down, using the hand in your grasp as leverage. Eventually, you felt the familiar tingle in the tips of your toes and fingers, the warm sensation unfolding and capturing every fibre in your body. The knot in your lower stomach tightening, you were almost at the edge and based on the grunts and veins that had popped up on Joe’s strained neck, it was safe to say that he wasn’t far behind with his release.

“I’m gonna empty my balls, baby, right into your pretty little fertile pussy, hm?” he grunted.

You nodded, your throat tightened with vigour and anticipation. Joe knew you like the back of his hand and could tell all you needed was a little push to reach your orgasm

And so he dropped one of his hands to the place where your bodies were joint and his fingers found your clit with ease, rubbing at it at speed to match your thrusts, while he brought the other hand u your body and wrapped it around your neck, squeezing.

It was all it took for you to fall over the edge, shaking against Joe’s body as a wave after wave of pleasure spread into your body like wildfire, licking on your insides. You tossed your head back and screamed, the muscles in your cunt spasming uncontrollably around Joe’s relentlessly pounding cock as he grasped you by the garter belt and kept pushing his hips upwards, chasing his own release.

“God, darling! You’re gripping me so tight. I think I’m gonna, I’m gonna—”

He did not get the chance to finish the sentence as his cock twitched deep inside you and soon enough you felt hot sticky ropes of cum covering your walls. Your legs were no longer able to hold you upright and you collapsed on his lying form, your body still trembling with the aftershocks while Joe’s cock kept spurring his seed deep inside you.

You lay there like that for a few minutes, neither of you willing or having the energy to move.

It was Joe who first came to his senses, pushing slick hair out of your face and rubbing your back as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, your eyes closing and eyelashes fluttering in joy over the affectionate gesture.

Gently, he rolled you over and pulled out his cock, a flush of your mixed juices immediately trickling down your thighs and making a mess on the bedspread. Joe perched up his head on his arm and watched you with utter love and adoration. He rested his other hand on your stomach, his fingers dancing across the soft skin.

“I can’t wait for us to be parents,” Joe admitted in the quiet of the room and you found yourself agreeing with him.

“Do you think we already…” you prompted.

“Who knows,” he said with a smile and pressed a kiss to your stomach. His fingers bumped into a piece of synthetic fabric and his smile grew wider as he placed the bow that had fallen of his presents earlier underneath your belly button. “Maybe in no time, you’ll be giving me one of the greatest gifts in the whole wide world.”

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32. how old do you get mistaken for? usually like 25-26.

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heya boo! my dash is dead on the queen front lately: rec some blogs for me to check out??

(sorry this took so long i just got back on my laptop ;;)

(also you probably follow most of these people already lol)

@darlingfreddie @deacydeac @backchatdiscourse @prettyboyroger @radiofreddie @brian-maybe @soft--queen @dont-u-misfire @hysterical-queens @johndeaky @let-roger-get-a-lunch @rogertaylcr @deacydisco @anotheronebitesthedeaks @jimhuttonlesbian @imjusthereforqueenso @drowseroger @lavenderlu @x5vale @instantezra @flamboyantqueens @rogerinaismyqueen @benhardyasrogertaylor @radio-ha-ha @deacytits @haha-bri @trelaws @twink-roger-taylor @soph-ie812 @queenspur @softfreddie @deaky-at-the-disco @queen-trash-can @a-hysterical-queen-bih @lickthemagaindeacy @rhapsody-under-pressure @the-disco-deaky @imaginaryhornchoir @rogers-sweatbands @queenie1223 @brianmay-be @brian-may-likes-dust @drummerqueenrmt @backchaaat @stesichoreanpalinode @roger-spank-me @happy-at-home @chaotic-roger @deacys-cheese-on-toast @rogerscupboard @yousaycoke-isaycaine @rogerssgalileo @misterf4hrenheit @90sbrianmay @johndeaconlesbian @xgoingdownx @bishierog @crysqueen @onegoldenglance @mercuryandmeme @discodeakyownsmyass @diskodeaky @freadyreddie @rogers-wristbands @yogurtbattle @deacydarling @iminlovewith-rogers-car @lapofthemusicgods @deaksandgeeks @im-inlovewithmycar @john-deacon-fucks @eileen-crys @littledarlingwellaway @rhythmsectionbros @queen-writing-sideblog @funkytalia @imjustadrummer @dtfrogertaylor @deacyspatronusisacheesetoastie @lap-of-the-gods

[joe-mazzello-archive]

The Strangers - Sneak Peek

A Joe Mazzello x OC fic

Fic Summary: Meet Marley, the drummer and lead singer for a 70′s cover band who’s set up shop in a dive bar in the city. She’s cynical and hardened despite her youth, and puts 100% of the passion that she has left into music. Enter Joe, an optimistic theatre professor at the local college with a huge heart who finds himself intrigued by Marley’s cold demeanor. Marley soon finds her hard shell chipping away as she develops a soft spot for the dorky professor.

Rating: 18+

Chapter Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, sexual references

A/N: Hey gang! Here’s a sneak peek of the first chapter of The Strangers! The full chapter will be up by the end of the week!

Gif by @mrbenhardys​

Joe’s eyes followed the woman as she squeezed past her drumset and the discarded instruments amongst the stage. And much to his delight, she headed right his way.

“Gwilly! The usual please,” the woman shouted before slapping both hands on the bar counter next to Joe, paying him no mind.

“Already got it ready for ya,” Gwil replied, handing her a mixed drink. “Oh, Mar, this is an old mate of mine, Ben. And these are his friends.”

“Gwil, you have a friend other than me? I’m proud of you, bud,” the woman teased before sticking her tongue out at him. Gwil flipped her off in response.

“I’m Lucy and this is my boyfriend Rami. You’re so talented!” Lucy gushed as she rested her hand on her heart. The woman chuckled before responding, the sound like music to Joe’s ears. He wanted nothing more than to make her laugh again and again.

“I’m Marley. And thanks,” she replied quickly before taking a sip of her drink.

“I’m Joe,” Joe added, unable to hide the huge grin that had taken up residence on his face. Marley simply nodded in response, seemingly uninterested in the group’s presence.

“Pleasure,” Marley responded coldly, turning back to Gwil and taking another sip of her drink. “Gwil, can you tell Paul the right amp is being weird again? I can still hear a tiny bit of feedback.”

Joe wanted her attention again, but the woman seemed more focused on the drink in her hand than anything else.

“Why can’t you tell him?” Gwil countered, pouring a beer for himself.

“He’s still mad I called him a cuntfuck, so he’s giving me the silent treatment,” Marley answered, before she downed the rest of her drink, slammed the glass on the counter, and headed back in the direction of the stage.

And just like that she was gone. The group was left speechless, with Joe caught up on the way she said “cuntfuck” so casually.

“Well she’s a friendly one, huh?” Ben sarcastically commented after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Yeah that’s Mar for ya. She’s a tough one to crack. Took her months of playing here to finally warm up to me,” Gwil offered.

“Is she single?” Joe asked, his own words surprising him. He had been thinking it, but wasn’t planning on actually asking it. Gwil let out a deep belly laugh.

“Good luck with that one, mate. Like I said, tough one to crack,” Gwil said, continuing to laugh.

-

Taglist: @hellysthings​, @queenspur​

[crownofleaves]

Playlist Tag

I was tagged by @illfoandillfie thanks lovelie!

rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people.

Shady- Alexander Stewart

Let Me Down Slowly- Alec Benjamin

House of Memories-P!ATD

Treasure- Bruno Mars

American Idiot- Green Day

Adventure of a lifetime- Coldplay

I’m in love with my car- Roger Taylor

Golden Days- P!ATD

Hymn for the weekend- Coldplay

One Vision- Queen

I’m tagging; @queeniebby @mephisto92 @queenspur @getdownmakeluv @deakyfordays @70sheadqueenie @the-bronte-angel @yourlocalmusicalprostitute @hermajestyborhap and last but not least @incorrectmaylor this is just something fun to do but not necessary!

[hearts-hunger]

Hi! I'm pretty new to the queen fandom and you seem very nice, so I was wondering if you have some blog recs?? Thanks so much in advance!! 🌺🌸🌺🌸🌺

hi angel!! welcome!! there are so many lovely and dazzling people in the queen fandom, it’s honestly just a big love fest all the time if you keep out of the drama sksksjss. i’m so glad you asked for some blog recs, because boy howdy do i have a whole list of blogs and the friends who run them that i love and adore with all my heart!! go give all these lovelies a follow for quality queen content and amazing fics and everything in between:

@tv-saved-the-teenage-girl, @sweet-ladyy, @rogerinatrash, @somekindofroger, @cloveofmylife, @deaksandgeeks, @deakydeakydeakysaltpitdeaky, @rogerscupboard, @rogers-wristbands, @rogers-sweatbands, @queendais-y, @hoopdiddydiddyhoopdiddydo, @denimmay, @discoastrophysicist, @theunlovedbabe, @silvver-rose @joemazzelo, @queenspur, @anotheronebitesthedeacon, @another-blog-bites-the-dust, @ben–hardy, @prettyboyroger, @hystericalroger, @dancing-deacon, @twotitsjohndeacon

honestly i could go all day tagging amazing queen blogs because there’s no shortage of them, i promise! and i’m always here if you want to gush about queen or just talk about whatever your heart desires!!

[joneshartright-blog]

The Other Side (Part 4)

Summary: a story about love and reincarnation

Warnings: none, song: please I recomend you to listen 'Ace of Hearts by Zella day' since a think is a beautiful song and match the romance, especially this chapter in the end.

»Thank you for being receptive with the fic.This chapter is in the same day as the other, if you look carefully at the details, you'll see.Also let me now if any of you wants to be tagged! «

Gabriella didn't know exactly how the visions started, she just remember feeling really nauseated at the time.However, she went to different doctors and psychiatrists that never find anything, but tried to put the fault in the fact that "she was abandoned, by her real mother" and it somehow caused a “trauma".

She always knew, since childhood, that she was adopted.At the age of 5, in a saturday morning her 'mother' came up and told to both of the kids that she wasn't her daughter by blood.But that it doesn't really matter, because the first time she saw her, she knew, she was meant to be her daughter and Julia's sister.The little girl only smiled answering a "love you,mommy”.

Now, old enough to understand, Gabriella couldn't be more grateful for everything that her and Julia, did to her.She would be forever grateful, the way they made her feel home and happy, never ending.She couldn't ask for more, but the same for them.

But yet, this never explained why she had the visions she had.The doctors could be right, if it wasn't for the fact that she was abandoned when a baby.Now all that she could think about was that.She was worried.She didn't know the meaning of a coffee "overflowing blood" , but she was damn sure she saw it happening, in front of her eyes.However the fear of being discovered as a “crazy lady in london", was worst so she just left the cafeteria, putting the pennies at table.

It has been only one day, that she was in London and confusion was something she felt the most part of the time.Her phone rangs and with cold hands she grabbed.

“Hello?"

“Hey, Gabs" she heard the voice of her sister on the other side of the line and tried to play it cool.

“Hey"

“Are you okay?" she could tell something wasn't right just by the tone.It was hard to lie to Julia.

“Yeah, right, I just had a headache. How was it?”

“It was fine, they told me everything I needed to know before I start on Monday." There we're a loud noise of people on the other side and apparentely some yelling.

“Look, Joe called me saying that he has some of kinda of invitation to us, and asked if we could find him at mall"

“At the mall?”

“Yeah, he told me that whatever where were going I have to use a dress, and not pants and a pair of boots"

Gabriella laughed at how annoyed she sounded.

“Are you laughing?"

“No, I'm sorry, but I think he's right, I don't understand why you never use a dress."

“It's not like is never, besides I think pants are more comfortable"

“Yeah, right"

“Ok, so find me at the mall, 12 PM?”

“Fine"

[...]

“Joe, this is really necessary?"

Julia asked annoyed after trying the third dress of the day.

“Of course it is, there's going to be a lot of ladies dressed like that"

She looked at the mirror, the dress wasn't bad, it was black, long and loose, she even liked it, but she still thought that her pants, sweater, boots and olive jacket was better.

“You're not gonna tell us where kind of event we're going, that requires those fancy dresses?”

“All you need to know is that a friend of mine invinted me, and me being the best guy that I am,I'm gonna bring you two with me and well now I'm buying you a dress.”

"What a gentleman" Gabriella says smiling and looking at the shoes she was putting.

“That's the time you two should say, 'oh my god Joe, you're the best!' "

“I really hope, you're not setting up one of us in a date"

“What's the problem?I see that you finally broken up with that prick so that means you're single and Gabi too"

She rolled her eyes adjusting the strap of the dress.

“Are you not going to tell us the name of your friend?"

"Yeah your 'best mate' " she faked the british accent laughing and receiving a hard look.

“Well you now" he posed in front of the mirror touching his hair and looking back at the two girls. “No one special, just Ben, I mean Benjamin Jones"

Realization came to Julia's eyes and she arched her eyebrows.

“Benjamin, wait, what?!” Gabriella took one minute to assimilate the sentence, a little shocked.

“Benjamin Jones?Are you joking?God, I can't , he's a genius!

“Yeah and happens to be a really nice guy too, I told him about you and he offered to go."

“I didn't know you two where friends"

“Well, we are, and I think you'll like him”

“Of course she will, he's intelligent, handsome and a journalist.I would kill to have a conversation about politics or anything with him"

Julia rolled her eyes again, shaking her head at her sister, smiling.

“Yes he's really talented and everything, but now I really need to decide which dress, because we don't pretend to expend all the day here right?And since you want your conversation we need to walk" her sister nodded enthusiastic.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect"

[...]

Outside the night seemed cold, only lights iluminating,sky without stars.The blond man looked through a window taking another sip of his whisky.

“Benjamin Jones!"

The voice of his boss echoed and he turned around giving him a quick smirk.

“Mitchum"

Mitchum Huntzberger was the editor-in-chief of 'The Front Page' one of the most influent journals in town.

“How are the things?"

It was really ironic to say that they were friends, since the beggining Mitchum made it clear their positions in journal: his being the editor-in-chief, and Benjamin, well a mere journalist who had the lucky of become famous.The truth was, Mitchum really liked Jones job, but refused himself to recognize that he was, in fact, a better journalist than he, Mitchum Huntzberger, could ever be.

“Fine"

“Did you enjoy yourself at this party?There's a lot of ladies here, for all types."

Ben always hated the way he treated woman around him, objectifying them.

“Yeah I see they're all interisting”

“You should give yourself a night of relief, if you know what I mean, if you keep yourself working like a dog, you might loose the taste."

Benjamin thought that at any moment he could throw the man in front of him out of the window, but infortunately he liked and needed his job.

“Thanks for your worry Mitchum, but I'm not looking for anyone tonight." he took another sip “I might let the chances for you"

He tapped his boss shoulder walking across the room, lefting the man alone, grateful that he didn't followed him.He step aside the tall man sighing tired.

“TED talks with the boss"

“I swear I could throw him trought the bloody window”

“The feeling is mutual, my friend, but think at least now we have a reason to toast"

Ben laughed.

“To our dick 'editor-in-chief'"

They hit the glasses, drinking all the whiskey.

“Joe is really coming?"

“I guess so, I offered to him to bring to girls"

“Two girls?" Gwilym smirks intentionally at his friend.

“What?”

“Nothing you just offered to him to bring two girls and I am the desperate for love"

"Oh shut it"

He shake his head seeing his other friend entering the party.

“Joe!" he talk out loud as the music start playing in some waltz rhythm.

“Ben!" he hugs his friend tapping his back.“Gwil!"

“Give me a drink please" Joe says to the man who has been serving the drinks. “So how is the party"

“Sublime" Gwilym says ironicaly and the blond one denies with his head, smirking.

“Well I have two interisting people to apresent to you, so maybe you night could be less boring." he blinks at Ben and he reply with a mouthful "yeah".

Joe turns around going into the direction of the two girls, one of them with a short hair and other with long.

At the moment she turns around to look at them Benjamin could hear his heart skip a beat and his eyes focuse in her moviments.The resemblance was haunting.She had exactly the same pale skin, freckles on it, dark brown eyes and hair except for the fact that it was shorter than he remembered.He could feel his stomach drop, he didn't know if he was seeing was true or not, but she was there in front of him vivid and real just as his dream.No she wasn't pleading to live, neither crying or even dead.She was alive, right in front of him looking at his eyes and smiling politely as he continued staring, reminding himself of his dream.

“Ben this Julia, Julia this Ben, well Benjamin, but we call him Ben"

And he took her hand, an eletricity running trought their palms as he shaked it gently.He was sure she felt it too, by the way she looked away, at his friend.However her eyes always find his again after some minutes.

In the other side of the room Gabriella stopped, she could feel it happening again as she tried to approach the group of friends.Blinlink a few times, she looked at them.

Her eyes widened at the sight in front of her.No, she couldn't be dreaming.At one minute she was in a room, a party, but now everything seemed out of place and time.Her blood started to boil, she didn't understood why they're dressed like that, with old clothes and accessories, like in era of the queen victoria and the books that she read before.Whatever it was, it wasn't her sister or Benjamin, they looked so different, so

“Gabriella!"

She didn't felt when she fell on the ground and before she could even reply everything went black.

@strangemaximoff @alosthufflepuff @imamazzellhoe @jdroman5432 @parkersroses @benshardy @kurt-nightcrawler @imaginesbyme @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen @wint-er-voices @eyeballchambersgirl @blooharry @queenspur @72-mingo @toasty-fish

@onceuponadetectivedemigod @lizgarxo

[im-inlovewithmycar]

☮

According to tumblr @emmasunshiine @galeliotaylor @starlight-and-moonshine @hard-yearned-wisdom @who-even-is--galileo @queenspur @peblezq @stupiid-cupid @johns-deacon

They were all at 2%

THANK YOU SO MUCH!

[johns-deacon]

15 questions 15 mutuals

i was tagged by @queemes , @shy-deacy and @yogurtbattle i love you guys <3 

1. are you named after anyone?

idk how many times i’ve told this story but my mum saw ‘imogen’ on a bottle of wine and so here we are today 

2. when was the last time you cried?

i think a whole week ago 

3. do you have/want kids?

yes.... but not for a long time i think

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

i think i use it but it never comes off the way i intend it to and i just end up being awkward 

5. what is the first thing you notice about others?

hair!!

6. what is your eye color?

blue

7. scary movie or happy ending?

HAPPY ENDING 

8. any special talents?

i used to be able to imitate stich from ‘lilo & stich’ 

9. where were you born?

sydney, australia!!

10. what are your hobbies?

i like listening to music and playing my bass, soccer, running, and being with friends :’)

11. do you have any pets?

currently no :( 

12. what sports do you/have you played?

i’ve played soccer since i was eight!!

13. how tall are you?

a better question is how short am i (5′0 is the sad, sad answer)

14. favorite subject in school?

english or legal studies 

15. dream job?

i’m studying to become a primary school teacher which i think is neat, but i’d like to be an author or john deacon someday!! 

i tag: @queenvevo @rogerstaylor @rogahtaylor @bicaz @jondeacon @queenspur @adriftinspace @honkycats @sevenseasofbi @brianmayplease @brianmaysclogfactory @imthetree-yourethecar @alpacasdancing @freddieseyeliner @sweetdeacon

[orwocolor]

@queenspur replied to your post “happy birthday, baby”

You really tried to kill me huh

Well, you said that you wanted to, and I quote, “feel the brush of death” so that one’s one you 😂 I hope you liked it and sorry again for the delay 😊

[let-roger-get-a-lunch]

Got tagged by @theappleofmybri, @miss-rogerina and @the-sassiest-trixster = @the-queens-of-chaos (i was confused for a minute because you changed your name ;)) Thank you, dears!

rules: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people

APPEARANCE:

I’m over 5’5” // I wear glasses/contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas (i legit don’t remember last time i wear either) // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS:

I play a sport (tennis long time ago) // I can play an instrument (piano long time ago) // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition (again, long time ago - it seems to be a trend) // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS:

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me// I have a long distance relationship (kind of? my bf travels a lot for work so it feels that way) // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS:

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors //I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS:

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (except for planes; i need drugs for that) // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift (technically yes, but in practice i don’t drive at all) // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs // I am lgbtq+

Tagging: @scrabblewars @mymakeupmaybeflaking @l-over-bo-y @allthe-queens-men @theschubita @thelandofnevermore @queenspur @x5vale @miaomaow @andrakass2 @brianscurlies @allhailthedeakydo @whenthereslovethereslight @the-bronte-angel and anyone who wants to do it!

[joe-mazzello-archive]

The Strangers - Chapter Two Sneak Peek

A Joe Mazzello x OC fic

Rating: 18+

Chapter Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, sexual references

A/N: Hey gang! Progress on chapter two of The Strangers has been pretty slow, I just haven’t had a lot of time to write lately. But here’s a sneak peek!

Marley tucked her drumsticks into her boot, grabbed her phone and bag, and rushed out the door. After stopping at the deli for a sandwich and a coffee to go, she made her way to the bus stop. As she went to sit down on the bench, suddenly a guy on a bicycle appeared and nearly hit her.

“FUCK!” she shouted, dodging out of the way, spilling some coffee on her t-shirt in the process.

“Sorry!” the guy shouted back at her.

Marley rolled her eyes. Asshole. She dug through her food bag to try to find a napkin to clean herself off, but came up empty. She searched her purse, hoping to find a tissue or something. Nothing. As a last resort, she reached into her pants pockets, her fingers closing around something. She pulled it out in confusion. It was indeed a napkin, with something scribbled on it.

Joe (random guy) 555-401-3734

The memory came flooding back to her. Joe. The guy who kept staring at her last week during her set.

Marley smiled at the memory. The guy was kind of cute. She couldn’t help but meet his gaze every once in awhile during the set. She had never seen someone watch her perform with as much intensity as he watched her. She felt like he was staring into her soul. 

And then when he attempted to flirt with her, she determined he was harmless. He challenged her, but didn’t come off as an asshole. She thought about the moment he scribbled his number on the napkin and slid it towards her.

In case you want to banter with me again.

Marley had all but forgotten about the exchange until she rediscovered the cocktail napkin. But she was curious about the guy. It wasn’t everyday that a guy casually asked her opinions on Hamlet while drinking in a dive bar. She pulled out her phone, opened a new text, and was just about to enter Joe’s number when the bus pulled up.

And just like that the thought was gone. She hopped on, using the napkin to dab at the wet spot on her shirt before shoving the napkin into her purse and putting on her headphones.

-

Taglist:

@hellysthings​, @queenspur​, @briarrose26​, @ramibaby​

[brianmayaswell]

Got tagged by the lovely @loki-lover095​ 💕

A - Age: 33

B - Birthplace: Germany

C - Current time: 05:20 PM

D - Drink you last had: Water

E - Easiest person to talk to: probably the Dalai Lama

F - Favorite song: ‘39 by Queen

G - Grossest memory: A huge and noisy moth flew right into my face. I almost vomitted right then and there.

H - Horror yes or horror no: No. Nein. Non. いいえ

I - In love: cheese

J - Jealous of people: All the time. But I’m very aware of it and always try to turn it into something positive, like telling them: “Your hair is so gorgeous! I’m jealous!”

L - Love at first sight or should I walk again: Yes. And yes.

M - Middle name: None

N - Number of siblings: One younger brother

O - One wish: End Climate Change

P - Person you last called: My mum

Q - Question you’re always asked: Have you met anybody special?

R - Reading anything right now? Does fanfic count??

S - Song you last sang: Bohemian Rhapsody (on my way to work this morning)

T - Time you woke up: 05:55 AM

U - Underwear color: what

W - When was the last time you really laughed: I don’t remember.

X - X rays: loved the one of my head - not really, the back of my head looked as flat as a pancake

Y - Your favorite food: Eggs

Z - Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Tagging: @borhaprogerina @fredthelegend @supersonicqueerace @freddieseyeliner @mr-stank-i-dont-feel-so-dank @jimmypagesandbrianmayshair @your-basket-case @barullera @discoddeaky @tenementcrazylittlefruitcake @laffayete @bkerst @shutyourmoustache @somekindofroger @fridarogerina​ @queenspur @ohmyjoemazzello @deaky-at-the-disco @deacytits @tristanthrorn​

[deacydeac]

Tagging Game!

Rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people who you want to know better

I was tagged by the lovely @a-hysterical-queen-bih thank you, darling!

Nickname: Meg or Hey, you

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: 5'5“

Last movie I saw: Bohemian Rhapsody (for the 5th time -- I’m trash)

Last thing I googled: Ozark Paintball (I was location scouting for a film)

Favorite Musician: Queen (duh), The Beatles, Ed Sheeran, Elton John (just to name a few)

Song Stuck In My Head: Don’t Stop Me Now has been stuck in my head for days thanks to my roommate

Other Blogs: My other blogs? Or ones I recommend? Mine are @teathymewithben and @wellhereia (they’re both disasters) and some I recommend are @allthe-queens-men @your-basket-case @queen-frodo @queen-trash-can

Do I get asks: Not all that often, but the ones I do get make me ridiculously happy!

Blogs Following: 1107 (I really need to go through those...)

Amount of sleep: Around 4 hours-ish every night

Lucky number: I don’t really have one -- I’m not a lucky person anyway

What I’m wearing: Right now? Black jeans, black long-sleeved shirt, and my 30 year old jean jacket that has a little pin on it from my Nana ❤

Dream Job: Film director/writer/actress

Dream trip: I just want to travel to anywhere and everywhere that I possibly can! This exact moment... I suppose I would choose to go to Abbey Road Studios

Favorite food: Cereal -- I bet you’ve never heard that one before, huh?

Play any instrument: Uhmmm, my main instrument is the clarinet, but I also dabble in trumpet, saxophone, and guitar. I would love to learn piano

Languages: Just English (I’m a scrub)

Favorite songs: Queen songs: ‘39, Somebody to Love, March of the Black Queen, Back Chat (the rest of Queen’s discography) -- Other songs: “I Saw Her Standing There” by The Beatles, “Goodbye Yellow Brick road” by Elton John, “Piano Man” by Billy Joel

Random fact: I am a 20 year old with braces (woot toot it makes me want to die) 😁

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: (am I doing this right) Lots of rings, old records, black nail polish, cats, warm blankets, messy buns, too much coffee, film posters, watching the stars, being awake when no one else is, traveling alone, headphones, the sunrise over the ocean, an old jean jacket, baggy t-shirts, driving fast with the widows down and the radio up, bad dancing

Time to tag:

uhhhhhhh @allthe-queens-men @queen-trash-can @queen-frodo @queenspur @rogers-greasegun @your-basket-case @deakysgurl @thedeacywaltz @briannmayy @nothingreallymatterstomee and anyone else!

Sorry if you’ve already done it! Oops.

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Movie gif tag

Rules: Post gifs of 10 of your favorite movies without naming them (in no particular order)

I was tagged by the beautiful @theinvisible-men ❤️❤️❤️( love ya )

This was so much fun wtf, thanks for tagging me hun 💛

I tag: @merriell-sledge @mycroft-umbrellas @queenspur @roger-taylor-stole-my-heart @what-do-the-stars-hide