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rogerina-deacon · 6 years ago

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A4 and A15 with Gardner please? 🥀

A4 Oral Sex + A15 Mutual Masturbation

Sitting against the wall Gardner used as a headboard for his bed in his boat, things were getting pretty hot and heavy between the two of you, Gardner straddling you as you kissed him passionately, hands roaming all over each other’s bodies. He began placing kisses from your lips to your jaw, then traveling south to kiss and suck on your neck, not leaving an inch untouched by his mouth as he searched for your sweet spot, feeling proud of himself when you let out a moan when he found it and just kept stimulating it. His hands were resting on your waist, your arms wrapped around his head and neck to keep him close, but once he reached your collarbone his hands moved slowly to the front of your jeans, goosebumps emerging on his path. He stopped momentarily to look at you to make sure you were okay with this, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“Please, Gardner. Do something.” You pleaded, and he obliged immediately, quickly going to undo the button of your jeans before unzipping you, and as he pulled the fabric down and off your legs, you took it as an opportunity to take off your shirt. Gardner couldn’t help but stare at the sight of the fabric being pulled over your head, revealing your skin and bra-clad breasts to him, his lips parted and eyes lust-blown.

He soon adjusted so he was hovering above you yet again, capturing you in another kiss, sweeter this time, though still just as hungry for you as before. Not abandoning his lips for a second, you began working on undressing him, working on his jeans as his hands wondered your body once again. Once you began tugging on his jeans, he pulled away to stand and remove his clothes. Now it was just underwear, and you stood along with him now, cupping his jaw in your hands as you kissed tenderly, his hands reaching around to your back to unclasp your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulder and down your arms, letting it fall to the floor. He kept a hands splayed on your back, his other hand moving under your underwear to lightly cup your ass, though he soon moved that hand to remove the very last garment on you. Once it had fallen to the floor and you stepped out of it, the hand that just removed the lace from your body traveled from the small of your back to your ass, traveling down your thigh to take the back of your knee in it, lifting gently as he lowered you onto the bed. He slid off his boxers before joining you, revealing his now fully hard cock to you. Smiling sheepishly at how wide your eyes went and the way you bit your bottom lip, he climbed over your body to kneel on the other side of you, and he slowly pushed apart your bended knees to reveal your soaked pussy before trailing his fingers down the sensitive skin of your knee to your thigh. Once he reached your soft lips, he ran his index finger through your folds, collecting and spreading your wetness and making you let out a sigh. Your hand ran up his arm and to his shoulders before trailing it down the soft, pale flesh of his torso, over his soft stomach and to his happy trail. Combing your fingers through the hairs, you made your way to his base just as his finger circled your clit. A wanton moan escaped you as his middle finger prodded at your entrance, swirling around the opening as your hand brushed further up his cock. Wrapping your hand around his tip, you twisted your wrist before stroking down his length, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he basked in the feeling of your hand around him. His breath was labored, chest heaving above you as he focused on every sensation he felt. Your breath on his soft skin, the pleasure coursing from his cock all through his body, the feeling of doing this with the woman he loved - everything about this, he cherished. He especially cherished the glorious sound you made as he finally pushed his middle finger inside you, that moan he was determined to hear over and over again for the rest of the night escaping your throat. He dragged the digit against your front wall slowly, only to plunge it back inside, thrusting it a few times before adding a second. Only now, he was doing a “come-hither” motion against your g-spot, and the cry of pleasure you made that filled the boat was music to his ears.

“Fuck, Gardner, right there, yes right there, oh god!” You encouraged, his fingers taking you so close to the edge already, your hand now working his cock faster. You had the perfect rhythm, the perfect twist in your wrist as your thumb massaged the underside of his tip, precum practically gushing out as you brought each other to climax. But Gardner still had one more trick up his sleeve.

Adjusting his hand, he brought his thumb up to your clit, circling it softly at first before applying more pressure as he rubbed the bundle of nerves, knowing that it never failed to push you over the edge. And that’s just what it did, wave after wave of pleasure running through your veins as your head threw itself back, loud and throaty moans leaving your mouth as your work on his length hurried, Gardner still working you through your orgasm right until his own took over his body, soft moans leaving him as his cum spurted out of him in hot, thick ropes and onto the soft flesh of your lower stomach, his cock twitching and throbbing in your hand as you milked every last drop out of him.

“F-fuck, that was amazing... can I taste you?” Gardner asked sweetly once his breathing steadied, regretting that he only made you cum with his fingers. He loved the taste of you, and he always took any chance he got to make you cum with his mouth.

“Fuck, of course you can baby.” You told him, and he wasted no time in shuffling between your legs, gazing with lust-filled eyes at the mess the two of you had made - his cum painting your flesh, yours soaking your thighs and the sheets below you. The look of your cunt glistening with your juices was all too inviting, and he began kissing and licking your thighs, tasting you as he made his way to just where he wanted to be. When he reached your heat, he licked a stripe up your slit, and you jerked from how sensitive you still were. Wrapping his arms behind your thighs, he grabbed them in an attempt to hold you still, though his eyes stared sweetly up at you to make sure everything was fine. When you nodded at him to keep going, he held eye contact as he pressed a sweet kiss to your clit, making your hips buck at the feeling. When he saw your eyes screw shut in pleasure, he closed his so as to savor the taste of you even more. He lapped at you, separating your folds before darting his tongue inside your creamy center, tasting the tangy arousal as he slowly tongue-fucked you before he moved his tongue out of you, only to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking and tugging gently. Your moans were flowing out of your throat freely now, a mix of whimpers and grunt-esque sounds littering the air as you felt your second orgasm approaching already. And Gardner could tell, both from the way you grew wetter by the second and from your tight grip in his hair, pulling him further into you as you rocked your hips against his face, which was surely covered in you by now. With your clit between his lips, he massaged it with his tongue, and soon enough he brought you to climax yet again, your moans even louder than before as you came on his face.

Moving to lay beside you, Gardner licked his lips to make sure he tasted as much of you as he could, and you giggled in post-coital bliss at the face he made trying to make his tongue reach as far as it could.

“Think you’ll get a noise complaint?” You asked, setting against him, his arms wrapping around you to bring you closer.

“Well, I wouldn’t be the one to get it, Calvin would.” He said, nuzzling his head into you.

“Well then, tell Calvin I’m sorry about it, but I can’t make any promises for the future.”

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rossmccallsqueen · 6 years ago

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Do you write for Gardner?? If so maybe something where you show him the lingerie you bought??

Gardner my bby boy of course!!!

So you and Gardner have been dating for awhile

You were always sending things at the post office so you ran into him a lot

And one day he asked you on a date and honestly you fell head over heels

Recently you started staying over at each other’s houses

Well you stayed in Gardner’s boat most of the time so you didn’t bother Calvin

You’d been intimate before but it was still new territory for the both of you

Until one Black Friday sale and you and your friend end up at Victoria’s Secret

And they have the sexiest red and blacok combo with an amazing robe and stockings

“You have to get that!”

“Do you want me to completely scare Gardner?!”

“Listen sweeetie you are the taken one here and someone has to wear it so TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM”

You didn’t need much convincing tbh. You really wanted to WOW Gardner

So that night when you got home you told him that you had a romantic dinner planned

Candles and everything

You ordered Gardner’s favorite takeout and everything was ready for him when he got home

You got dressed in your brand new lingerie

It felt kind of exposed but you knew that was the point ❤️😂

“Gardner close your eyes!” HES just walked in the door

“Okay!” Oh he had no idea

And you walk out of the back room of the boat and Gardner’s mouth literally drops to the floor

Like actually drops to the floor

“H O L Y S H I T”

“You like babe?”

You do a little twirl for him

And slip the straps off just a little bit to show some classy side boob

“Um uh um”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes?”

He just nods his head as he continues to stare at you

Like he’s completely in awe and in love with you it’s so funny it’s cute

“You wanna eat dinner baby?”

“I’d love to eat you actually”

“What?”

“EAT YOU OUT I MEAN EAT YOU OUT”

AND DAMN DOES HE

I Mean pizza can be reheated right???

Honestly 10/10 decision to buy the lingerie

“Do you have more where that came from?”

“Gardner honey you have no idea”

And now you’d be going back to VS ASAP 😂❤️

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queensdivas · 5 years ago

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IM LITERALLY SOBBING!!! IM JUST CHILLIN IN A HOT TUB AND THEN THIS POPS UP

IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS

ITS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!

A commission for @queensdivas of Gardner and Cora from her story Wildest Notes!

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borhap-au · 4 years ago

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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

Joe Mazzello - Scars.

When your kisses became more intense Joe put the laptop away, stopping the movie. Then he got up from the bed and went to turn the lights on.

“Leave the lights off. Please,” you tried to give him a glimpse of a smile. You knew Joey wanted to make love to you, and you weren’t comfortable with him seeing your body in its full glory. You had some scars you were ashamed of and you didn’t want Joe to notice them.

He sighed quietly. It wasn’t the first time you asked him for a favor like this, in fact, you never let him turn the lights on, and when you were intimate during the day, when the sun was still high up, you used your dark curtains to make the room darker. You said it was to make the atmosphere in the room more intimate, but Joe started to figure out your reasons.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, almost whispering, while sitting on the bed next to you. “What is it? Why do you always insist on having sex in the dark?” he gently pet your leg, wanting you to feel his touch, his closeness, and his affection.

“It’s for the atmosphere,” you used the same excuse again, but this time it just couldn’t work on him.

“I know it’s not. Please tell me the truth. Did I do something wrong?” he looked at you with concern in his eyes. He wanted you to feel just as good as you always made him feel.

“No, of course not. Come on, let’s forget about it. We were in a middle of something,” you put your hand on his bare chest, and then moved it to the side of his body, trying to bring him closer to you. He was shirtless from the foreplay you two already started that was interrupted so that Joe could turn the lights on and have a good look on you that you weren’t planning to allow.

“No, I mean it. Did I hurt you somehow? Did I touch you the wrong way? I always asked you for permission. Did you give me consent without meaning it?” he started to come up with all those different theories or why you acted the way you did towards him.

“No, no, Joey. It’s none of your fault. You were always very good to me,” you reassured him, petting his cheek. You never wanted him to feel bad, as he never did anything to deserve it. He was a very sweet boyfriend and a generous lover, you had hardly anything to complain about when it came to him.

“So don’t I deserve the truth? Why do you hide it from me?” all of his questions came only from the fact he was concerned about you. He wanted to make sure everything that wasn’t alright, would soon become nothing but a memory.

“Because that’s my thing. I try to hide things so you like me better,” you muttered quietly, avoiding his gaze.

“What?” he looked at you in disbelief. “What are you trying to tell me right now?”

“I hide my body from you, so you don’t see it, at least not that well. I just don’t want you to notice… The imperfections and all,” you muttered, still looking down. He got up, and you thought he was leaving, but when you looked up, he turned the lights on.

“No, please,” you immediately hid your body under the quilt. “I’m not ready. Please.”

“Girly… You saw me. My entire body, with all the imperfections. And do you really think I’m so materialistic to care about some minor imperfections? They don’t define your value. It’s your humor, your charisma that make you who you are. Your intelligence. There’s so much more to you than some imperfections that only you notice. Please. I love you for who you are, and not for how you look like, even though for me you’re gorgeous inside out and I feel lucky to be with someone so smart and beautiful. Can I?” he asked, sitting next to you, and gently pulling the quilt. You looked at him for a while and then sighed quietly. You knew you couldn’t hide your body forever. Eventually he had to see it. So you let him put the quilt away.

To your surprise, he didn’t immediately start to look for the things you tried to hide. On the contrary, he smiled to you and focused first on your lips, kissing you passionately. He was so tender that it made you smile to yourself, while prolonging the kiss.

Then he started kissing your jawline and quickly moved his kisses to your neck. You held your breath when he began to take off your shirt, and soon after, your bra. Only then he looked at your chest. There were a few scars here and there. Some of them made on purpose, some of them accidental, and all of them made you persuade yourself that you weren’t perfect, when in Joe’s eyes you were the exact opposite. You were his perfection.

You had most of your scars on your forearms, mostly around the wrists. You always wore long sleeves, bracelets and wristbands, so that nobody could see. But today your hands were naked, and Joe could finally see everything that you’ve been hiding. He began to plant small kisses on your hands. You looked at him a bit surprised.

“You aren’t… Disgusted?” you asked unsure. He smiled to you, petting the side of your body with his thumb.

“Of course not. I would never be disgusted by you. You’re stunning,” he softly kissed your stomach and you immediately pulled in your belly. “No, don’t do that, please. I love your body the way it is. All of it. And I’m really happy I can finally see it in full light.”

He then began to take off your trousers. Legs were also a frequent victim of your razor blade. He moved his hand on your hip, feeling the uneven skin where your scars were.

“Can you promise me you’ll stop?” he spoke softly, not trying to patronize you. It was all out of care for you and honest, deep concern for your mental health.

“I’m already done with this. Those aren’t fresh. I did them all months ago. Definitely before I met you,” you reassured him. “But it doesn’t change the fact I feel awful about them.”

“All the scars are your journey. It’s what you’ve been through in your life. I don’t want you to hurt yourself, I want you to know and feel that I will always love and protect you. But what happened in the past happened, and you shouldn’t feel bad about that. It’s what made you. It’s what brought you to me. I don’t mind your scars, just like you don’t mind all the imperfections on my body. You don’t look at me counting all the things that are bad, you look at me with love. I can see that. So why can’t you see that it’s exactly how I feel about you too? This body, your body, brings me so much joy and satisfaction. Why would I hate anything about it? Your body is you. And I love you,” he started kissing your thighs, especially the places you had scars on. His lips were warm and they made you feel hot inside, because despite the conversation that has been going on, it was still Joe fucking Mazzello kissing your body. And he could’ve had anyone in the world, but yet, he wanted you, and- Exactly. He wanted you.

“And you’re going to stay…? Even though I look like this…?” you muttered quietly, unwilling to stop his kisses.

“You mean gorgeous? Wonderful? Stunning? How do you look like, girly?” he looked at you smiling. “Because you look like all those adjectives to me. I’m not going to leave you because of some imperfections only you see in yourself. I don’t care about them. I care about you, and you’ve always been good and caring towards me. You made me feel loved. You made me feel like the best, most handsome guy in the world, even though I know I’m not one. But that’s the power of your love. And I want to give you exactly the same. I want you to believe me when I say that to me, you are perfect. You’re kind-hearted and funny and you bring light to my life. You’re my sunshine.”

“And you’re my moon and stars,” you smiled and kissed his head, leaning towards him. He smiled too.

“Where you see scars, I see hands that pet my body, make me feel good, give the best handjobs I ever had and trust me, I mean it,” you blushed when you heard that, but you couldn’t hide a smile. “You see scars, but I see stomach that I lay my head on when I felt bad, and you moved your fingers through my hair, calming me down. You see scars, but I see the legs that are not only sexy, but also strong enough to make you walk miles with me on our trips. I see not only the body that turns me on and gives me incredible pleasure, but also the person who this body belongs to. I see kindness, love, friendship. And no, I don’t love you despite the imperfections. I love you because of them. Because every single part of you makes you who you are, and that’s the person I fell in love with. I understand you may feel insecure, but I really hope I’ll be able to help you overcome your problems. Please, don’t ever think again that I’m shallow enough to break up with you because of any of those things you see when you look in the mirror that made you unsure of yourself. I’m sure of you, and I’m sure of us. You should feel like a strong, confident, badass woman that you are. And I want to do anything that’s in my power to make you feel that way,” at the end of the sentence he took your underwear off.

His lips soon wandered around your labia, kissing them, licking, and taking care of your clit with his tongue and lips. While he was doing all of that, his words resonated with you. While your body was filled with enormous pleasure, your mind revised his message. While his hands gently wandered around your body, while he was softly petting your body, your scars, you felt more loved and cared for than ever before. Only then you realized that this situation was exactly the opposite of what you thought would happen. Your fear made you unable to see how much Joe loved you, how much he wanted to make you happy. You felt better about your body now than ever before. Because you saw him treating it with such love and worship, because you realized he doesn’t mind all of the things you managed to convince yourself were too big and hideous for him to see you as sexy. You tried to hide from him, but actually, if he was able to see you long ago, your journey toward self-acceptance would have started long ago. And of course, it was not the end of it, it was just the beginning. But it was the first time you ever felt that maybe you aren’t that bad, that maybe you can be loved exactly for who you are.

Joe was being extra gentle with you. He made sure to kiss and touch every part of your body, so you were aware of it, but not ashamed of it. Of course he was worried about your mental health, because he wanted you to feel happy, and to never again feel the need to scar yourself. But the scars in itself were nothing he couldn’t live with. Actually, he didn’t mind them at all, as long as they were a memory of the past, not fresh signs you’re unwell again. He wanted you to feel good and safe with him.

You didn’t want to be on top, not that night. You already felt exposed, it was definitely enough for one day. But you felt really good when you two did it in the missionary position, with him being on you, protecting you, as if you were under his wings (after all, he was your guardian angel). He pet your cheek and smiled, admiring you. His thrusts were slow and gentle, he was being very careful with you that night, almost as if it was the first time you two ever had sex together. You didn’t mind that at all actually. You felt appreciated, especially when he planted kisses all over your face, making you chuckle. After sex, when he lay down next to you on the bed, he let you hide your body under the quilt. It was enough for one day, he didn’t want you to feel too exposed. But for you it didn’t feel like a necessity anymore, you didn’t immediately cover yourself up like you used to. That night you covered both of you, and simply hugged him. He smiled and kissed your head. That night you went to sleep without clothes on, and you let him pet your body under the quilt. It was just a beginning, but it was a step in the right direction on the journey of self-acceptance.

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brian-roger-deaky-and-fred · 5 years ago

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Special Delivery (Gardner Langway x Reader)

Request: You read my mind because I’m watching Dear Sidewalk! Can I get a Gardner x Reader where he delivers her sex toy and accidentally opens it when it starts vibrating. Can finish with smut or not! Thanks love

Warnings: smut, cursing, shit writing, bad proofreading

A/N: This request was made 400 years ago and I'm so sorry? That I'm just now posting? Anyway, I hope you enjoy and that everyone is staying safe! I'll get a "read more" cut on this asap.

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"You haven't opened your mail." Gardner frowned as you tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave and shut the door. Faintly, you could hear the mumbles of a commercial playing from the TV in the other room. It'd become a semi-weekly tradition for you and Gardner to catch whatever old Western they happened to be playing on the Turner Classic channel each Friday. You'd been out of town the week before, so Gardner was left to watch it all on his own. You hated to miss, but you couldn't deny the ear to ear grin that spread across your face when he called later that night to catch you up on the recent installment.

You glanced at the envelopes sitting in your kitchen table, smiling a little. You hadn't even noticed the neatly stacked pile your friend had left for you while you were away for the week. He'd already had a key to your house. You'd long since had one made for him in case he got tired of sleeping on the boat or wanted to take a break on his route.

"Anything interesting?" You mused, knowing he probably had a general idea of what the pile consisted of.

He shrugged a little, grabbing the pile and sifting through it, "Just bills. You got a paycheck, I think. And there was something that came in a little box on Wednesday?"

You frowned, mentally thinking back through your recent purchases. "I don't remember ordering anything." Passing him a pair of scissors, you retrieved the bag of popcorn from the microwave. "Open 'er up, partner." He grinned at you, chuckling at your imitation of the accents used in the movies. Carefully, he slit the small piece of packing tape on the top of the box as you busied yourself finding bowls for the both of you. "Do you want me to put M&Ms in yours? I know sometimes you like it...like that..."

Your words trailed off as you faced Gardner. In his hand, he held a small purple object. Oh. Oh.

That's when you remembered that you had, in fact, ordered something lately.

While you were drunk and horny.

Shit.

He furrowed his brow as he studied the small bullet, turning it over in his hand. He obviously hadn't quite realized what it was yet. He met your gaze, his eyebrows crooked in confusion. Your face was beet red.

"Oh, that. That's nothing. I don't even know-"

"You didn't order it?" He picked up the little box, squinting at the address lable on it's side.

"Well, I-"

"That's odd. The address is right-

Quickly, you snatched the toy from his hand, slipping it into your back pocket. His warm brown eyes met yours again, his expression apologetic and confused. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled, obviously worried he'd offended his friend in some way. Your heart sank. You hadn't meant to startle him.

"No...No, Gardner, it's ok, sweetheart. I just..." He was so pretty sitting there, brows raised and concerned. You sighed, pulling the bullet from your back pocket. "It's a vibrator, Gardner. A sex toy. I was drunk when I ordered it. Forgot all about it. I just got embarassed, is all. You...you didn't do anything wrong."

His muscles relaxed a little, "Oh."

You gave a little smile, knowing it was finally clicking in his head, "I'm sorry Gardner. I didn't even remember ordering it. I guess I was just lonely and I-"

His eyes widened, cheeks deepening to match yours. He bit his lower lip, "You're lonely?"

You swallowed thickly, "Uh, yeah. Sometimes. It's natural, you know? Every once in a while you...want to be touched and there's no one there to touch you." You trailed off again, scratching your neck uncomfortably.

He nodded, "I-I didn't mean to make you embarrassed."

You gave a weak smile, returning the vibrator to your pocket, "It's alright, love."

Gardner continued rubbing the back of his neck, "Why not just go out with someone? You...You don't have to be lonely. Y-You're...You're very pretty. There's lots of people who'd like to...want to..."

You laughed a little as his cheeks went even redder as you set the popcorn bag to the side, "I don't know, Gardner. What about you? Why don't you go out with Calvin on the weekends?"

He gave a little smile, "Last time I went out with Calvin he poured a drink down my shirt." You giggled, and he felt his chest go warm. "Besides, I...I don't need to go out and drink with a bunch of people I don't know. I already spend Friday nights with a pretty girl." He took a shallow breath, tapping his foot nervously. "I don't feel so lonely. Not when I'm with you."

Your heart stuttered. "Gardner...Gardner that's so sweet." He gave a genuine smile. "I think you're very pretty too."

He blushed, eyes falling to the floor. He was. He was so pretty. His cheeks pink, his soft auburn waves pushed back from his face, his lips sweet and full, and the dusting of freckles over his cheeks...

"Gardner, can I ask you a question?" Your voice was gentle. He liked it. You bit your lower lip, looking up at him through your lashes as he nodded. "When's the last time you were with someone? Like...intimately?"

His eyes went wide again, palms going sweaty. "Uhh...H-High School? My senior year. There was a party at Justin Dophrey's house. Calvin told me I should come." He swallowed thickly, seeming a little discomforted by the memory. "I had a drink or two. Nothing crazy...Karen Halverson pulled me into a closet. It was dark. She had on a lot of perfume. It made me choke...I don't remember much."

You heart sunk in your chest. He turned 25 next week. Seven years. He hadn't been touched in seven years.

"D-Do you think about that when you...when you're lonely?" Your voice was so soft, Gardner could hardly tell if he was dreaming. "Do you think about Karen?" Your brain was screaming at you to shut up. He sucked in a little breath, his ears going hot at your words, and shook his head no. You rubbed your upper arm awkwardly, "What do you think about?"

He bit his lower lip, "I-It's embarrassing."

Your stomach dropped. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer. I-I don't know why I-"

Gently, as if he was testing the waters, Gardner reached out and took your hand in his. He gave it a little squeeze, hoping you couldn't feel how fast his pulse was racing. Your eyes met his, searching them. A comfortable silence fell over you as he ran his thumb over the back of your hand.

"You look at me like I'm important to you." His voice was soft. Your brain searched frantically for a response. "Like I'm wanted."

"You are."

He sighed a little, giving a little smile. "I think I just want to be able to make someone feel good."

You swallowed the knot in your throat. His eyes fell to where your hands met. "Gardner..." He glanced to you, brows raised.

"What?" He felt like his heart might stop.

"Do you want to..." Your voice trailed off, but somehow, he knew what you were asking.

He couldn't remember a single word in the English language. He nodded, mouth going dry. "Please."

His eyes were glued to yours now, neither of you entirely sure of what to say. You squeezed his hand where he held yours. Gently, you took his wrist, dragging it up to your rest on your knee. He froze a little, barely breathing.

"I don't know how..."

His fingertips felt so warm against you. Your hands found his shirt collar, toying with either side of it as you you drew him closer. He could feel your breath against his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. You swallowed thickly. " 's ok." You smiled, nudging your nose against his. "Is it alright if...If I kiss you?"

He hesitated, his breath becoming more labored, "Y-Yes ma'am. I mean, yes. I mean, I'd like tha-"

You pressed your lips against his, cutting him off with a hummed laugh. He smiled against you. You'd never kissed a softer pair of lips. It took him a second to remember to respond to your movements, as if he still couldn't believe this was happening, but the second he did, he let out a soft moan at the feeling.

He was needy, his hands fumbling to figure out where to hold you. You giggled, taking them in yours again and bringing them to your waist. He sighed contently, seemingly pleased with the development, and he held you there tightly. You pushed your fingers back into his hair, smiling as he whimpered under your touch. He was soft and gentle, his breath hitching as your tongue grazed against his lower lip. You took a step forward, pushing him down into a chair at the kitchen table. He looked confused until you settled on his lap, cradling his face in your hands. He gave a little gasp at the pressure against his middle, and you could feel him starting to harden against your thigh. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively rolling you hips against him, and he made a small noise in the back of his throat.

Your hands itched to reach down between you and palm him through his jeans, but you steadied yourself. Slow down. Slow down. This is Gardner. Innocent, sweet Gardner. You parted your lips from his and pulled back a little.

His eyes widened, face going white as his head clouded with concern. Were you cross with him?

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You hushed him, chuckling sweetly, "No, sweetheart! Not at all. You're perfect. I love this...I love what we're doing." Your fingers lace in his hair, pushing his auburn locks back out of his eyes. His eyelids fluttered shut at the feeling. "I was getting really hot all over and I wanted to make sure I didn't go too fast. Thought maybe I should slow down."

Gardner's mouth went dry as he looked you over. He quite enjoyed the feel of your weight in his lap. Your lips were swollen and kiss bitten, your hair mussed and the hem of your shirt jumbled from where he'd been gripping it. He was embarrassed by the ache below his stomach, knowing you could feel his length pressing against you, but somehow, he didn't think you minded it. He met your eyes again, which were dark with poorly stifled lust.

"I...What if I..I don't want to slow down?" He looked nervous. Timid. Completely unaware of how his words sent heat into your belly. His still hands held your hips firmly, as if he was afraid you'd leave him. "W-We can stop if you want to but I...I don't want to."

You're heart stuttered at his pleading honey eyes, "Yeah?" He nodded, clinging to both you and your words.

You giggled as Gardner stumbled down the hall after you to your room. He shut the door behind him carefully, before turning to see you already settled on the bed, propped on your elbows. His face flushed, and you could see the flash of panic in his eyes as he tried to figure out what to do next. You held a hand out to him, letting him take it in his own as you pulled him up onto the bed with you. Your hand cradled his face gently as you guided him down to meet your lips again, helping him settle on top of you. He sighed happily, as if he'd been waiting for years to kiss you again, even though it'd only been about two minutes. You could feel his hips instinctively rolling against yours, and he moaned when you gently rocked against him in return. Your fingers snaked up to his shirt collar, helping him undo the little blue buttons going down the front. He tried to help, for a moment, but found his hands were shaking far too much to be of any use. When you finally got off his shirt, your hands roamed the fabric of his undershirt before egarly reaching to tug it off. Suddenly, he tensed, and you pulled back immediately. "I'm sorry Gardner I didn't mean to-"

"It's ok! No, no, no, it's ok." He fiddled with the hem of his undershirt.

Your brows knitted with concern, realizing the problem. "You don't have to take it off if you don't want to."

Gardner met your eyes before quickly returning them to where he was fiddling with the fabric, "I...Um...It's just that I'm not-" He trailed off, looking ashamed. Gardner was almost perpetually blushing, but you'd never seen his cheeks so red.

You grabbed at the fabric a little, guiding him down into a much more gentle, sweet kiss then before. You whispered against his lips, "You don't think I'll like what I see." He nodded, nose nudging against yours. "You don't have to take it off, sweetheart, but I'll tell you one thing: I think you've got the prettiest body I've ever seen."

He looked a little surprised, moving back to look you in the eye, "You do?"

You giggled, nodding as you cradled his face lovingly. "Of course. You're so beautiful Gardner. So sweet and soft and wonderful." You could see him debating the idea in his head...overthinking. Without a word, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, leaving yourself exposed to him in nothing but your bra.

His eyes went wide as he tried not to stare at your chest, hands itching to touch you. You smiled, pulling down your bra straps to expose your breasts fully to him. Slowly, you took his wrists, moving them from their spot on your waist up to grope your tits. He looked overwhelmed. Unsure, but enamoured all the same. You moaned as he curiously began kneading your breasts, your back arching off the bed. His eyes flitted back and forth between your face and his hands, completely unsure of which view was a better one.

"Gardner..." You hummed, catching his eyes briefly before yours fluttered shut in bliss again. "This is how I want to see you, Gardner." He leaned back a little, hands sliding down your stomach as your words clicked in his head. Timidly, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head slowly. You moaned at the sight, stomach flipping. "Come're." You pulled him closer, one hand exploring his chest while the other sunk between you to palm him through his pants. He gave a choked sob, his forehead falling against your bare shoulder. You smiled as you felt him leaving kisses there. He grinded down against you and you cursed, pushing him back against the bed and straddling his hips.

His breath stalled as he watched you press a kiss to the center of his chest, slowly moving downward and over his stomach until you reached the button of his jeans. You swallowed thickly as you admired the overwhelmed boy in front you. "Are you ok, Gardner? Is it ok if I touch you, here?" You cooed, nodding towards his hips.

He shook his head quickly, catching his breath. "Yes! Yes, I'm sorry...It's just...I just...No one's ever done...that..and I don't know-"

"Shhh, 's ok baby." You hushed him gently, rubbing your hands over his tummy soothingly. "I have an idea." His eyebrows perked up a little. "Why don't you close your eyes for me, love. Just take a deep breath..." You crawled up him a little, cradling his face in your palm. "-And close your eyes..." He obeyed, his eyelashes falling against his cheeks. "-And feel." You left a gentle kiss against his lips and Gardner sighed as he felt all his muscles relax. This was better. Much better. The feeling of your soft lips moving against his entranced him so much that he barely felt you unbuttoning his jeans. Some how, he didn't feel so nervous this way. He could focus on your touch and the way it felt instead of the way his body looked and how you saw it. He moaned softly as you sucked a little mark on his lower tummy, lifting his hips as he felt you pull his jeans down and off his ankles. He shuddered at the way your breath fanned against him, now, through the thin material of his boxers. He felt you toying with the waistband. "Tell me if you want me to stop, ok Gardner? It's never too late to stop me if you feel like you want to."

His mouth went dry, "Ok."

His cheeks and neck were on fire as you inched down his underwear, exposing himself to you completely. You were silent, and his stomach churned with the fear that you weren't satisfied with what you saw, but he was swiftly proven wrong when he felt you curse against his hipbone, "You're pretty all over, aren't you sweet boy?"

He grinned, relief flooding over him, but his smile quickly faded as you pressed kisses closer and closer to where he needed you most. He bit his lower lip too hard, his length twitching with need. You thought for a second about coaxing him to release his lip from under his teeth with your thumb, but opted for a different approach.

Gardener's jaw fell slack, crying out as you licked a stripe over his member. You wished you could record every gorgeous sound that fell from his lips as you pleasured him with your mouth, bobbing your head against his length. Your name was like a prayer on his lips as he desperately fought to keep from thrusting into you and hitting the back of your throat.

His fingers on one hand laced in your hair. You'd fully expected him to do the same with the other, but somehow, you weren't surprised when he reached down to hold your hand in his, squeezing it gently everytime you took him deeper into your throat. The feeling in his stomach tightened quickly, and you could feel hot precum dripping from him at the back of your throat as he throbbed against your tongue.

"Y/N...Y/N I'm gonna-" He was surprised when your movements quickened, taking him deeper and swirling your tongue around him as he grew closer and closer. He gave a choked sob as he released his warm seed into the back of your throat. You hummed around him, swallowing the last of his arousal down and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry." He whimpered, still looking ridiculously fucked out. "I didn't mean to...to finish-"

"I wanted you to finish in my mouth Gardner."

He frowned, confusion evident in his eyes, "Why?"

You smiled, crawling foward to press your lips to his in a soft kiss, and he groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue. "Taste good, don't you, love?" Gardner felt like he was going to faint. "You're doing so well, Gardner."

He pulled back a little, meeting your eyes, "I want to do that to you, now."

You smiled warmly, stroking the side of his face, "You don't have to do that, sweethea-"

"I want to." You raised your brows, surprised by his eagerness. "Please. Please, just let me try-"

You giggled, "Ok! Ok! Fine!"

He smiled, fingers finding the button of your jeans, and he raked them down over your thighs and off of your ankles before meeting your eyes again. He went breathless at the sight of you, legs spread for him in nothing but your lacey pink panties. And that way you always looked at him. Like he was important to you. He toyed with your waistband, "Y-You should close your eyes, too."

Confusion darted through your expression, but you obeyed his request without question as he pulled off your last remaining peice of clothing.

Gardner paused, admiring your pretty pink slit. Your arousal had dripped down from your middle and smeared across your inner thighs. Carefully, he rested a hand on your lower tummy, dragging it down to run a thumb over your folds. He jumped a little as you gasped softly, biting your lower lip.

Gardner had never touched a person like this. Seen a person like this. The only time he'd even come close was with Karen, and it'd been dark and fast, the whole endeavor only lasting about five minutes.

He eyed the small bud above your entrance, timidly leaning foward to wrap his lips around it and suck. You cried out, squirming a little as he continued to explore. His tounge flicked your clit and your hips bucked involuntarily, making him hum into your heat. Your body writhed, eyes scrunched shut as he tasted you. He'd just pressed his tongue inside you when his eyes caught on your pants, which laid discarded on the bed beside you.

You whined pitifully when he pulled back, immediately missing his mouth. He pecked you clit, "Stay still." He was silent, the only sound being a slight rustling of the bed sheets. "And keep your eyes closed...please."

Your brows furrowed with confusion as you waited, legs spread. When you finally felt pressure against your clit again, ot was different. It wasn't warm or soft like his fingers or his tongue.

And then there was finally a noise. Buzzing.

Gardner grinned, proud of himself he watched you moan loudly, grinding your clit against the bullet vibrator. Clever. Fuck was he clever.

You rode the toy, quickly becoming a blubbering mess as your stomach grew tighter and tighter. "Gardner turn it off."

A spark of fear ran through Gardner at the words and he immediately switched it off, tossing it to the side and moving up your body to cradle your face in his hand, "What's wrong? What's happened? Did I do it wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No! No, no, no, love!" You fought to catch your breath, concern still swimming in his eyes. "I just...I was about to finish."

He frowned, looking puzzled and ridiculously cute. "Then why did you-?"

"Because..." You pecked his lips, running your hand over his back to calm him. You held his face in your hand, turning it to whisper in his ear. "When I cum, I want it to be around you, Gardner." He shivered, eyes wide. "If you still want to, that is. He nodded almost too quickly and you giggled in a way that made his heart stutter.

"I don't have a...a condom." He admitted, looking sheepish.

Your eyes brightened, "Oh! I'm on the pill, love. I mean...unless you think Karen Halverson gave you something?" His cheeks went pink at your teasing and you giggled as he scrunched his nose, shaking his head. Sighing contently, you pulled him back down to your lips, not bothering to part as you spoke, "How do you want it, baby? You want to be on top? Or do you want me to be on top? Or you could take me from behind?"

Gardner's brain spun with the abundance of choices...not that he could even think with your lips against his. "I-I don't know."

You hummed, "Well, it's practically your first time, huh?" He nodded, nose bumping against yours. "Well then why don't you have me just like this, honey."

You could have suggested a trip to mars at this point and he would have said yes. You pulled him closer, letting him settle between your legs as he lost himself in kissing you yet again. Your hand snuck down between you, stroking his cock as you rubbed it up and down over your entrance. He whined desperately at the feeling of your wet heat, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "Go ahead, baby." He moaned, as you positioned his tip. "Push deep inside me."

He gave a choked sob as he let his shaft sink down into your folds. You gave a little sob as he bottomed out. "Fuck, Gardner you stretch me so good."

He sat still for a minute, trying to let you adjust to his width before you circled your hips against his. He groaned grabbing you tightly by the waist as he pulled out a little before pushing back in. You were so warm and wet and tight and Gardner feared he wouldn't last long. His head spun as he watched every inch of himself being buried deep inside you over and over again. He held your hips so tight, bouncing you down hard against him with every thrust. You cried out as he hit a tender spot inside you, hiking your legs up around his hips as he continued rutting against you and and fast. He was warm and beautiful and needy and his cock felt so good inside you that you couldn't help bit let your eyes roll back in your head. Your tits bounced with every slap of his hips against your pubic bone. "Gardner, fuck, just like that! Don't stop!" The soft tip of his dick jabbed at that tender spot again, pushing pushing pushing pushing. Your hands tugged at his Auburn locks, head falling back against the pillow as you felt him throbbing inside you. "God, you're so deep."

"I'm close." He choked, biting his lower lip as the pressure in his stomach got started to become too much.

"Cum inside me, Gardner. Fill me u-" You gasped as he came, pulsing spurts of heat releasing into your stomach as the throbbing of his length sent you over the edge. You gave a silent scream as you clenched tighly around him, your stomach flipping rhythmically with waves of bliss until you were left trembling in his arms.

He pulled out slowly, and you were so out of it you didn't even see him leave and return with a washcloth. He rubbed the inside of your knee sweetly with his thumb as he wiped away his arousal as it dripped out of your aching center.

"Gardner..." You whimpered pitifully, reaching for him when you saw him walking towards the door to discard the washcloth. He tossed it into the sink, trotting back over to where you sat limp in your bed. He wrapped you in his arms, kissing your forehead, "What's wrong?"

Your eyes were sleepy, " 'was cold without you. Didn't want you to leave me."

He tucked some hair behind your ear, brows furrowing with concern as he pecked your lips. "I won't leave you."

You smiled lazily, "I won't leave you either."

An hour later and you were asleep on Gardner's chest. He had admired you with a sweet smile on his face for as long as he had been able to keep his eyes open before he joined you in sleep, both of you blissfully unaware of the Turner Classic Channel still playing in the living room.

Gardner decided right before he fell asleep that he was ok with missing a few more cowboy movies if this was the trade off.

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queenmylovely · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

Key

*smut; +fluff; ~angst

December Writing Challenge

Fics/Oneshots

Queen

John Deacon

- Just My Luck (series): Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6*, Part 7, Part 8*, Part 9*, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12*, Part 13, Part 14; Playlist: [completed] [fem!reader] When you decide to study abroad, you remember you had an old pen pal that lives in London and decide to write him again after six years.

- Grocery Negotiations (+oneshot): [gender neutral!reader] After John gets back from tour, he decides you need to go grocery shopping together, but that won’t stop your complaining.

- Peer Review (*+ oneshot): [fem!reader] John and you, the only two seniors in a freshman English class, quickly become friends and study buddies.

- The Law of Attraction (*+miniseries) Part i, Part ii, Part iii*: [Completed] [fem!reader] After switching majors, you end up in three of Professor Deacon’s class, soon getting more than you bargained for in your education.

Brian May

- A Not-So-Gentle Reminder (*oneshot): [fem!reader] Bri gets on your nerves during dinner and needs a reminder.

- Cancún Nights (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] After not seeing Brian for over a month, you visit him in Cancún and show him lots of love.

- Vote of Confidence (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] After attending your new boyfriend’s band’s show, things get hot, namely Brian’s cheeks from all the blushing.

- The Sparkling Sea (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] With a week to spare, you and Brian go on a vacation in Italy that ends with a twist.

- Walking a Fine Line (+~oneshot, enemies to lovers): [fem!reader] First impressions are important and Brian’s lashing out because he’s upset does nothing to bring him into your favor.

Roger Taylor

- Salt, Tequila, Lime (+~oneshot): [fem!reader] After having your trust broken, Roger rescues you from a night of tequila and trying to forget.

- Don’t Forget to Brush (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] After a long, hungover day with Roger, some toothpaste and a certain look are all it takes to turn it around.

- All Yours (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] Becoming best friends with your study buddy’s roommate wasn’t part of the plan, but falling in love with him wasn’t either.

• Roger asks to move in (+blurb)

- The Best Things Ain’t Free (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] After meeting through friends, Roger is impressed with your lifestyle and you’re impressed with his prettiness.

- At First Glance (series): Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII*, Part VIII [complete] Will being quick to judge or not taking anything seriously ruin what should be a good friendship, or even more?

Borhap

Joe Mazzello

- Scratch that Itch (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] After your weekend trip to the lake, Joe has to help you out with a little problem.

- Day One, Perfect Performance (+miniseries): [Incomplete, on hiatus] Being a costume design assistant gets more interesting, and a little more awkward, when you are assigned to Joe.

- Friendly Competition (+oneshot): [fem!reader] A day of competition and fun at the Farmstead with your friends turns into a night at the corn maze.

- Honey Bunny (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] A day in the life of Joe and yours chaotic relationship as you get ready then go to Lucy and Rami’s Halloween party.

- Positive Reinforcement (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] Study buddy turned roommate Joe has been making you feel a kind of way lately, and you finally decide to do something about it. Airplay is not your friend (or is it?)

Ben Hardy

- Hundreds and Thousands (+oneshot): [fem!reader] A new customer at the café catches your eye, especially when he expresses an affinity for sprinkles.

- Save Me (+): [possible series, incomplete] [fem!reader] A misunderstanding in the pool leads to an interesting day with your neighbor, Ben.

- Part of the Deal? (*oneshot): [fem!reader] The new lighting design professor at your uni and you get on each other’s nerves.

- To-Do List (*oneshot): [fem!reader] The week between Christmas and New Year’s is always pretty boring, but Ben coming to stay with you might change that.

- Learning Curve (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] It can be so hard to find the words to ask a significant other for something new. Especially when said thing is to call him daddy.

- Wedding Party (*+series): Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV*, Mini i*, Mini ii* [completed] [fem!reader] Lucy and Rami’s wedding is coming up and you and Ben are both part of the wedding party, with one catch.

- High Infidelity (*~series): Part I*, Part II*, Part III [completed] [fem!reader] A series about infidelity, lies, and pain and the question of how a relationship can recover and evolve from that or not.

Gwilym Lee

- Joyeux Noël (+~oneshot): [fem!reader] Will this perfect Parisian vacation with Gwil ever come to an end?

- Good Company (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] Your family’s annual ski trip with the Lees is the first time in a while that you’re seeing your childhood best friend Gwilym (brief smut).

- Voulez-Vous Rendezvous (*+oneshot): [fem!reader] Two weeks apart is a long time, especially when with only five days left, Gwil has a bright idea.

Others

Gardner Langway

- The Fourth Stage (+~oneshot): [fem!reader] After you move into your dad’s house that you inherited, you and Gardner both have someone new to look forward to seeing everyday.

Patrick Murray

- Little League (+oneshot): [Black!fem!reader] Your summer doesn’t look so dull when you start coaching a little league team, especially when you meet one of the coaches of a competing team.

Pedro Pascal

- Feel Good (*oneshot): [fem!reader] Pedro’s making it his responsibility to make you feel good, with his hands.

Blurbs

Queen

John Deacon

- Adjusting to staying inside all day+

Brian May

- Taking care of you when you’re sick+

- First Hanukkah together+

Roger Taylor

- Being a protective boyfriend for you at work+

- Putting Roger’s shirt on a pillow+

- A spicy game of chicken in a cafe*+ (kinda smut, v minimal)

- Pillow fort with Rog+

- Pillow fort w/ dad!Rog*+

- Hide and seek with Rog+

- Roger helps you calm down from a panic attack+~

- Borrowing Roger’s tour shirt*+

- All yours: Roger asks to move in+

- Sleepy sexy time (somnophilia)*

- Post game show frustration*

- Finding Roger’s first grey hair*

- NYE release party & interview+

Borhap

Joe Mazzello

- Joe tries to learn some Aussie slang+

- dad!Joe from pregnancy-toddler+

- Joe singing in his sleep+

- morning wood with Joe*+

Ben Hardy

- Flirty-drunk Ben confesses his feelings for you+

- Ben giving you love and support*+

- Ben comforting after a bad mental health day+~

- Ben realizes his feelings when y’all take a nap+

- Ben is a big help on your period+

- you’re a nervous flyer and ben helps+

- Ben’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day+~

• smut add-in*

- Couch make out sesh+

- Surprising the gang with twins+

- Inexperienced reader+

- warming up on the couch*+

Gwilym Lee

- Christmas in a cottage+

- Ovulating at a friend’s house*+

Lucy Boynton

- A soft first date with Lucy+

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deanscroissant · 5 years ago

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j.m. one-shot request (3)

Request: @johndeaconlover Hi! How are you? If you do not accept such a request, you may send me the answer privately. Well, although I haven't seen it yet Dear Sidewalk, but I've read some fanfic, Gardner is a cinnamon muffin. Anyway, could you write something about him based on Taylor Swift's song, Lover? With a little smut, I'm very thirsty for it! Please, thanks for your attention! Xxxx

A/n: So sorry this took me so long. I really, really, really hope I fulfilled your wishes. This is my first time writing smut, so don’t come @ me if it sucks lol. If I’ve made any mistakes I apologize in advance. Hope you like it and whoever reads this. Feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

Warnings: fluff, a pinch of angst, and smut (18+)

Word count: 1590

Gardner Langway, the man that used to be a stranger to you now your husband. Last month, in April, was when you two tied the knot and since then you’ve been the happiest woman alive. It seemed like you knew him for years when you first met him. It was like rekindling a friendship you once had.

When Gardner showed up at you front door as your new mail carrier two years ago you instantly fell head over heels for him. He was different. It was something about him that you couldn’t quite figure out. Maybe it was how shy he was when you communicated. He didn’t talk much at first and you wanted to get to know him more, so you tried for a while to build up the courage to ask him out for coffee or a walk at least.

But little did you know that Gardner was doing the same behind closed doors. When he first met you he wanted to kiss you right then and there. Your beauty was captivating, but he didn’t seem worthy of being with you. You were way out of his league. He shouldn’t even bother trying.

But a few days later Gardner mastered shoving the negative thoughts away, all by the help of Calvin, who knew something was up with him the minute he came in the house for dinner that night. Gardner was being in denial, not wanting Calvin to know about his attraction to someone he didn’t know for a least a month.

And here he was, standing frozen at your doorsteps, anxiety taking over his state of mind. He ran his sweaty palms down his denim-covered thighs as his breathing hitched. “Just do it.” he whispered. He gulped and closed his eyes and counted to ten slowly before he reached to ring the doorbell.

Meanwhile, you were upstairs getting ready to go over to his house. You sat at your vanity putting on your favorite lip gloss when you hear your doorbell ring. You weren’t expecting anyone today, so you wonder who it could be. When you open your door, there stood the person who stole your heart. He was clearly nervous. You didn’t even need to ask what he was doing here because you just knew what he was going to ask you. So with a blushing smile, you say, “Yes. I would love to.”

From then on the rest was history. You two were inseparable. You did not want to let him go. He was a drug you couldn’t get enough of. The more you were around each other, the more open you began to be with each other. You seem to fall more and more in love with him every time you saw him. You would gush over the little things he would do or say. You’d die of laughter when you would tell him a joke and he would think you were actually being serious, or when he would tell a corny joke and you would try to act like it wasn’t funny, but end up laughing anyways. You loved learning about his favorite hobbies, his favorite foods, books, what he likes and doesn't like, everything.

You cherish those moments with him. But the memory that stood out the most was when he proposed to you a year later on your anniversary date. You were at the park having a picnic when he popped the question. Everyone who was around watching were so happy for you two when you said yes. You couldn’t stop crying or laughing because you couldn’t believe you were going to marry your soulmate.

Immediately after the proposal Gardner moved in with you. You asked him about the boat he lived in and he wanted to keep it, but he didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t want it sitting in front of his brother’s house, so you told him to just keep it and move it to the backyard.

It took you months to plan the wedding. You both wanted a small wedding with your family and Gardner’s friends and his brother. It was hard trying to find a venue since it was the only thing putting y’all behind. But you ended up finding one, which was way out of town about two hours away. But you didn’t care. It was perfect and it was worth stressing over.

After the ceremony you left for your honeymoon to the Grand Canyon. You wanted to surprise Gardner about visiting the Grand Canyon because all his life he dreamt of being there, so you were more than glad to fulfill that dream of his. “Okay, are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” He asked you for the fifteenth time today when the plane had landed, “I think I might combust if you don’t tell me.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at how he was looking with the blindfold you told him to wear, “You’ll see when you get off the plane, Gardner, for the hundredth time!”

And when he finally took off the blindfold when you told him to, he couldn’t contain his excitement. You saw a side of him that you haven’t seen before which definitely surprised you. He was acting a fool from the airport all the way to the hotel. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy watching him fangirl about being in the same state as the Grand Canyon.

You’d also be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the kisses he was giving you on the way there. It was oddly turning you on seeing him like this. When you and Gardner finally confessed your love to one another was when you two had sex for the first time. You weren’t a virgin, and Gardner wasn’t either and it honestly shocked you when he told you the story.

But it was the best sex you’ve ever had, and since then you couldn’t take your hands off of each other. You happen to look down at Gardner to see a bulge in his pants, “Mmm,” you bit your lip as Gardner kissed down your neck, trying not to moan loud so the Uber driver could hear you, “I should surprise you more often.”

“I would be totally down for that.” he murmured and lightly bit down on the soft flesh of skin. As much as you were enjoying this you had to push him away, “Baby, wait until we don’t have company to do this.” you said softly with a giggle so the driver couldn’t hear.

But Gardner wasn’t having it. He started pouting and pulled you closer into him, burying his face into your neck, “I need you.”

“We’re almost there.” you wrap your arms around him while kissing the side of his head, “Then we can have as much time as we want with each other.”

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Gardner crawled back up from paying special attention in between your legs and lined himself at your entrance, “Are you ready, baby doll?”

Being high off of your last orgasm you nodded lazily, wrapping your arms and legs around him as you lick your lips, “Yeah. Please, Gardner..”

Gardner nods and slowly enters you. Your eyes flutter close and a soft moan escape your lips. Gardner whimpers into your neck and slowly pulls out, then back in rhythm. Your nails drag down his back as Gardner pulled away from your neck to kiss you deeply. This was what home felt like. Gardner was your home. You two belonged to be molded together, to explore each other and to love each other in different ways.

You whimpered into the kiss before pulling away to catch your breath. Gardner rests his forehead against yours as he stares into your eyes, those gorgeous eyes that he gets lost in every time you look at him. He moves your legs up more to deepen his thrusts before quickening his pace. Your moans became louder as so his pants. He was getting close. He could also feel you getting closer as you clench around his length.

“Baby, I’m gunna cum.” you breathed out before sucking on his neck, which made Gardner begin to tremble. “F-fuck, me too.” he says. He reaches for your hands and pins them above you to lace his fingers with yours. Your core begins to tighten, and after a few thrusts you cum as you clench hard around his dick and your legs and arms tighten around him. Gardner’s thrusts falter and cums deep inside you, a mixture of moans and whimpering against your neck.

You both lay in each other’s embrace as you listen to Gardner’s heartbeat while he softly taps his fingers against your arm with a content smile. Your other hand was laced with his that was placed on his chest, which he would give kisses to it ever so often. This moment was so special to Gardner. He’d never thought he would live to get married. He’d never thought someone would love him as much as you did. He thought the people he knew a long time ago was supposed to love him, watch him grow up, be a family with him, and stay in his life until the day he died. But he has you now to make up for all of that. He wouldn’t even trade you to get any of it back.

You couldn’t believe this magnetic force of a man was now yours, and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x y/n #requests #my post #gardner langway #gardner langway x reader #gardner langway smut #joe mazzello smut #dear sidewalk

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queenmylovely · 5 years ago

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Oof wow

51 with Gardner 😏

Fav sex position with Gardner

OOF, GIRL, OOF

Okay so to start out when you kinda have to show him the ropes, he loves when you’re on top

Because he knows you’re getting the pleasure you need and it feels AMAZING to him too

And he gets to look up at one of the best views in the world, in his opinion

As he gains confidence, he loves missionary - with your legs in every position possible

He loves exploring how each position of your legs makes you feel, and how different it feels for him

Both your favorites that way is your legs over his shoulders because he’s able to get just that much deeper

Soon though, he’s not very shy anymore

Now he loves taking you from behind, gripping your hips and smacking your beautiful, round butt cheeks as you moan into the pillow

One night, he even takes you over the kitchen table because he had to have you

“Jesus, what have you done to me?” your once sweet, innocent boy asked you, smiling and completely blissed out

#after just finishing dear sidewalk this is just what i needed #joe mazzello #gardner langway #dear sidewalk #blurb #smut

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queensdivas · 4 years ago

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Wildest Notes Chapter 6

It’s been a while.

It’s been a while since I’ve written about Gardner and I have truly missed writing him. Like how can I not? He’s an adorable human being that deserves the world.

Alright shoutout time!

Shoutout to @eileen-crys for this fantastic Cora and Gardner art! LOOK HOW CUTE THAT IS HOLY SHIT! JUST AAAWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!! SO FREAKIN’ ADORABLE AND AAAWWWWW!!!!

Now sit back and relax.

And I’ll see you later!

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

The sun krept through the blinds, slowly making it’s way over to the bed and shine onto my eyes. Crap! I don’t wanna get up! My eyes fluttered open then taking in a long breath to see Gard wrapped around me. His head resting on my chest for my free hand to start running through his hair. Kind of surprised Angus hasn’t came running in for his breakfast.

Now I have to figure out how to get out of his holding and get breakfast made for everyone! We did eat dinner last night after the ummm..floor. And then after dinner we somehow made it to the bedroom for a round two.

A round two….

A ROUND TWO!

I hope I didn’t disappoint him….I have no prior experience obviously so I couldn’t tell if I was any good. But we did it twice so is that a yes? Either way it happened so me trying to worry about it is unnecessary.

Right now I have to get out of this holding because I am burning alive! Maybe if I just kind of wiggle out maybe? My hips began to wiggle just a tiny bit for him to wrap himself even tighter. Well this isn’t helpful. Wait a second. My door is slightly cracked! Yes! And I know exactly who can help me get out of the sauna!

“PST! ANGUS!” Whispering as I tried to quietly snap my finger. Angus slowly walked into the room for me to pat on the bed for him start trotting over to the bed. Wagging his tail Jumping onto the bed as he began to start sniffing his face. With one lick across his face Gard was beginning to wake up. Gard only rubbed his face then fell directly back to sleep, which lead to Angus licking him again and again.

“Ah..go away Angus.” I began to chuckle as Gard was beginning to wake up. Angus then proceeded to go to the end of the bed and lay down. Gard moved around a little to then turn his head towards me.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Gard crawled up to place a soft peck on my lips. My right hand fingers were slightly running through his hair. It’s so much softer than I realized, while mine is just a rats nest up in my own bedroom.

“Good morning.” Another peck on my lips as Angus laid right next to me from the end of the bed. I’m not getting any space this morning dang it!

“How’d you sleep?” Smuthered! But that was some of the best sleep i’ve had in such a very long time. No nightmares or anything!

“Good. Haven’t had that good of sleep in a while. You?”

“Great. It was nice to stretch out on an actual bed.” Right. He lives in a sailboat and the bed is likely extremely small.

Wait what day is it? Crap it’s Sunday..and I have work..It’s Sunday and he doesn’t have work. But I do have some housework before this evening such as watering, check to see if anything is ready to be picked and for canning.

“Can I take you out tonight?” What? Leaning my head to see him turn his head up to face me as well. The temptation to immediately call off and go it is super strong at the moment.

“As much as I would love to say yes. I have to work tonight and need to get some housework done Gard.” I have a mortgage to pay and me calling off work isn’t the bed idea. His head turned up to face me as I smiled. Crawling out of his holding to walk over to my closest. Grabbing a plaid shirt to put on for now as he sat up in the bed.

“Can I help you?” Huh?

“Help me?”

“Garden and stuff. Or whatever else needs to get done.” I mean. I don’t see why not and if he’s offering then why not.

“Umm sure. Why not. You might need a different pair of clothes if you wanna help. Rather you not get your dad pants dirty.” He looked over at his khakis then began scratching the top of his head.

“Eh it’s no big deal. Just pants but if you have a different shirt.” Buttoning up the shirt to walk over to the dresser to pull out a spare white t-shirt. Tossing it onto the bed as he threw it on and put on his pants.

“Well before we get started. What do you want for breakfast?” Asking him for him to finish getting dressed.

“Why don’t you get started and I’ll make breakfast.” Make me breakfast? Besides Mama Seymour. Mostly everyone just kinds of eats my food because they love my cooking. No one...no one has ever offered to make me any form of dinner.

“I mean if you want to sure...I..” I don’t know what to say or do? What do I do when someone is cooking? Do I help? Do I just sit and watch him?

“What’s wrong?” He stood before me while trying to figure out a response that didn’t sound stupid or ya know….stupid.

“No one has ever made me breakfast. Listen I don’t mind if you don’t want to cook. It’s no big deal.” Trying to not sound crazy but truly I don’t mind.

“Listen I’m not a bad cook. You made a delicious dinner last night, just let me do this please.” Okay ummm. Guess I could get things ready for picking.

“Okay. Just let me know if you need any help.” He walked out of the bedroom as I was beginning to rub my arms. I need to calm down. This isn’t a big deal right? It’s just breakfast. My speciality is always dinner anyhow.

Angus followed me out of the bedroom to already hear him working in the kitchen. I definitely need to take my mind off because I know this isn’t that big of a deal that I’m making it out to be. Maybe a little music but let me let Angus out. Opening the front door for Angus to stroll out and I shut the door.

*Sniff sniff sniff*

Batter? That’s pancake batter. My head poked into the kitchen to see Gard was beginning to mix the batter in the bowl as I watched. He turned around to sigh as I just gave him a quick smile.

“Cora.”

“Sorry sorry sorry! I’ll play something instead.” Going into the music room to start thinking on what I could play. I sat down on the bench as the urge to go into the kitchen was beginning to calm down a little bit but still wanting to go in and at least watch.

Something calming but not too boring. Yes Ravels piece Pavane for a dead princess is his most famous but I truly love it. It’s not something obnoxiously slow and quiet. It’s a very nice flow that really just entices you.

Gardner walked out of the kitchen to watch her play piano. The way her body flowed with the notes and her own tempo. Gardner slid down onto the bench as he just watched Cora completely immersed herself into the music. She didn’t need the sheets and if she did it was only for a reference. It looked so easy in his eyes and watching her was something he wanted to do again and again.

Playing the last chord then stepping on the peddle to silence any form of echo. She looked up from the piano to look over at Gardner who was completely memorized by what he just watched. Though Cora did feel a little nervous which didn’t make much sense in her mind because she’s played infant of Gard.

Maybe it’s just because their relationship has changed from when she first played?

Maybe if she...she..Gard was about to say something but could see that Cora was a little uneasy at the moment.

Maybe a kiss?

Gard leaned in to peck her cheek which a flood of blush covered her entire face. You could feel the heat she was generating off because of that one singular kiss.

“Should probably finish breakfast.” Gard nervously got up from the bench to go back into the kitchen. Guess he beat her to it on moving on.

Cora got up from the piano bench to watch Gardner flipping the pancakes and trying to not freak out a little bit. Walking over to him as she wrapped herself around him from behind. One hand was flipping the pancakes while the other was holding her hand that was folded on his chest.

“Oh hey. Cal is throwing me a birthday party this Saturday night. Are you able to come?” A birthday party? I was lucky I didn’t have work last night but there’s no way I could call off especially since I have a mortgage to pay off.

“Gard I wish I could but I have work.” I could feel that he was a little upset but sadly that’s out of my control.

“We can celebrate it later though. I can make you dinner, we can watch a movie or something.” I walked around to sit ontop of the counter next to him. Gardner looked a little disappointed that I couldn’t make it but I don’t know what he wants me to do. Call off? An extremely horrible decision.

“Okay. I’m okay with that.” Now I gotta get him something for his birthday. But what exactly can I get him?

I moved to the other side of the counter to watch Gardner making the pancakes as we kept glancing at one another. He made sure the pancakes were as fluffy as could be and chocolate chips? Oh Gard you star chef!

God...God these pancakes are to die for! He got the chocolate chips to melt into the batter and they’re so fluffy! I downed all the pancakes as Gard was still working on his last few bites of his pancakes.

“Gard these pancakes are delicious.” I praised as I was craving even more of them.

“Told you I could cook.”

“I didn’t doubt it. Just was curious on what you were making that’s all.” What a lie. But ya know. Rather not let him know that it freaked me out cause no one has ever cooked for me like this before!

And...and it’s kind of nice.

*Later that evening and Gards P.O.V.*

“Gard...you’re kidding me right?” Cal asked as I double checked the club name she written down.

“No I am not.” Sighing as the bouncer opened the door for us. You could hear the music from the short hallway that lead into the main room.

“She’s a cougar isn’t she. You can be honest man.”

“She’s not a cougar. She’s my age.”

Going to be honest. I was expecting a lot older of an audience such as sixty and older kind of audience. But wow. I know some of these people I went to high school with, heck even the prom date I asked to go with is here.

“Gardner there’s Tracy and that Russian chick! Ima go say hi!” Nodding to him as I looked over to see her in all her glory. She looked so elegant up there, the way the light shined on her hair made it pop even more than usual. Her hands seemed to be dancing on those keys as she was completely entwined with what she was playing.

“Gardner! C’mere and say hi!” Cal yelled from the bar as I walked over to them. He handed me this blue cocktail as he was flirting with the two girls.

“Yeah I’m a mechanic ya know. I know everything about cars and if you ever need anything stop by the shop. Oh hey. Tracey this is my roommate Gardner. Gardner this is Tracey and Monica.” Cal introduced as I took a sip of my blue cocktail. It taste like a bag of Skittles that was mixed with gin.

“It’s good right?” Monica commented as her and Cal switched spaces.

“Interesting is the word I would use.” Leaning against the bar as my eyes focused on Cora on stage. Has she noticed I was here? Probably not she’s too busy to notice me at the moment. Is it bad that I’m still a little upset that she can’t come to my party? I make the time to come see her and she can’t for me? Maybe another drink should make me feel like less of an idiot for getting mad. She has work and this is last second. I couldn’t ask her to call off just for my birthday.

“Cal tells me you’re a mailman. That’s super awesome. Yeah I always thought walking around would be kind of boring like that. But I would get a super nice tan for the summer because of all that walking. DO you have to wear a lot of sunscreen? You’re skin really makes me think you have to wear a lot of sunscreen but it’s great exercise walking around that much.” I finished my drink in that time and now I wish I had more. My God will she not shut up and why does she seem so obsessed with tanning? Cora atleast has some good conversations with me that isn’t about skin and trying to get some nice tan.

I turned around to the bar to order another drink. How about something that doesn’t taste like fruit. That should calm my nerves a little bit. The bar tender stood infront of me as I was looking at the draft beers behind him.

“Can I get a lone star?” He nodded as Monica turned around to wait for the tender to get back. Once he placed the beer down she leaned over then sort of scoffed a little.

“Ew Lone Star? That’s one of the nastiest beers around. Hey Marco will you grab me a Gose would ya. Thanks baby. He’s like my best friend here.” How did Cal think that I would enjoy her?

“Tracey! Tracey!” She began yelling once she had her drink in hand. Tracey looked up from Cals shoulder to smile at her.

“C’mon. Bathroom time.” She grabbed Traceys hand for the both of them to start walking to the bathroom. Cal scooted closer to me with his huge margarita in his hand and had a cocky smile written all over his face.

“What did you think of Monica?” She��s not Cora. Cora doesn’t run her mouth with while saying absolutely nothing. She doesn’t care what kind of beer you drink and doesn’t talk about my skin and not being able to tan while I’m working. I try to avoid sunburns! It hurts!

“Not my type Cal. And I’m with Cora at the moment and so far no one is beating her.” Cal nodded as he began sipping his maragerta.

The song finished as Cora got up from the piano to stretch her back and my god she looked gorgeous. She had dark blue colored suit jacket with a white button up underneath it. Holy crap...I never thought seeing her in a pants suit would be so..so..sexy. The lining of her jacket was black along with her pants and heels that were also black. The sounds of her heels were memorizing as I noticed she also straightened her hair and was super long.

I had no idea she got so dressed up for work holy crap. Cal and I watched her approach us for he couldn’t stop slurping his drink. I took a quick drink to set the beer down so I could not say something that I would regret.

“Stalking me at work now are you?” She raised her eyebrow at me as my toes began to curl up. Just don’t say anything stupid.

“I umm yes. No no I’m not stalking you.” Cora giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck to then peck my lips.

“I’m Calvin. Gardners best friend and roommate.” Cal inserted himself as she kept half of herself wrapped around me to then shake his hand.

“Cora. I’ve heard a lot about you Cal, love the shirt.” Should I wrap my arm around her? IT feels almost taboo to even touch her because I would be wrinkling her suit. This..this absolutely stunning suit. Maybe? My hand slipped down to her side as I had my arm wrapped around her hip. Cora laid her head on my shoulder as I smiled down on her.

“I’m going to be honest about with you Cora. The way Gardner talked about you I thought you were going to be like fifty or something.” Oh god Calvin.

“Yeah I get that a lot. Nothing brand new in my life.” She’s not old and just because she likes the odd thing doesn’t make her old. I imagine someday people will be following her own likes because they’re trendy.

I hope she knows that I like that about her. I mean it’s not the only thing that I like about her but it’s definitely one of the most funnest things about her. An Elvis china collection? How many people can you say has something like that? Something quirky is absolutely perfect in my eyes.

“Do you want a drink?” Cal offered but she shook her head.

“No thank you. I got work.” Good call. Plus knowing him he’ll order her some large fruity drink that has an abnormal amount of alcohol.

“Ah yes. Gard told me you work here and wanted to come see ya. You sound fantastic up there.”

“Thank you.” The sound of the Monica was beginning to erupt as I noticed her and Tracey were on their way back up to the bar. Oh no. For the record I was planning on coming here to see Cora and I have no idea Tracey and Monica would be here.

“Tracey! Meet the piano player..pianist? Is that the proper term?” Cal asked her as she had a straight face.

“Pianist.”

“Right. Cora the pianist!”

“That’s so cool that you play the piano. I’m Tracey!” They shook hands as Monica was starring her down like a predator. Cora noticed but before he could say anything it was her time to go back onto stage. Moving my chin to give me one big fat kiss. It lasted for about a five seconds till she stopped and ran her fingers over her suit.

“Cal it was nice meeting with you. Tracey. Bye Gard.” I didn’t move from my current position as Cal and Tracey watched her head back onto stage. Holy..holy..HOLY CRAP! I took a chug of my beer to place it down on the bar.

“Gardner my man!” Cal cheered as I began mentally replaying what just happened. The way she just turned my head! Since when did she get like this?

Oof it’s fantastic.

“Wow she didn’t even say goodbye to me.” Monica rolled her eyes as Cal turned his focused towards Tracey again.

“Are you even gonna talk to me?” My head turned to her as she was getting annoyed.

“I’m not even here for you. I’m here to watch my girlfriend do what she loves.” There’s no way she heard me but Cora looked over to smile at me and wouldn’t stop looking at me while playing the piano.

Yeah. My girlfriend.

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acdeaky · 4 years ago

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i officially have over 1,000 followers and i never thought i’d make it this far and it’s all thanks to you all! i love you all so so much and i’m excited for my celebration! i’ve decided to do another week of blurbs (which i also did for my 500 followers celebration) which you all loved and so did i.

this is being posted on monday 2nd november. requests are open from now until sunday 8th november at 11:59pm GMT

when requesting, please include the person/character of choice, then the number of which blurb/s you want and from which category they are from. a maximum of three is politely asked, but they can be from different categories if you wish.

i do not write:

smut

serious mental health issues

abuse

who i will write for:

joe mazzello

and characters: eugene sledge, gardner langway, pat murray and adult!tim murphy

ben hardy

gwilym lee

john deacon

(joe!john)

roger taylor

(ben!roger)

taron egerton

and character: gary ‘eggsy’ unwin

pedro pascal

and characters: javier peña, the mandalorian/din djarin and frankie ‘catfish’ morales

miscellaneous

david budd, steve murphy, diego hargreeves

prompts you can request!

fluff:

“i’m in love with you.”

“i want to marry you.”

“you make me the happiest person alive.”

“i'm following my heart.”

“i want to do this with you.”

“you'll never lose me.”

“did you miss me?”

“how'd i get so lucky?”

“just hug me.”

“i think i could fall for you.”

“so, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”

“i want you. only you.”

“you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.”

“i’m better when i’m with you.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“what did you do now?”

“i love you.”

“i got these so you'd fix me.”

“you mean the world to me.”

“i always miss you.”

“i will always honestly, truly, completely love you.”

“please just kiss me already.”

“why'd you have to be so cute?”

“it’s not in my nature to give you up.”

“you make me feel less lonely.”

angst:

“i cant keep living like this.”

“you're a heartbreaker.”

“i hate that you made me fall in love with you when you didn't even jump.”

“i can't do the anymore.”

“i didn’twant to be with you in the first place!”

“i don't want to marry you.”

“you made me give up everything.”

“i knew every bad and terrible thing about you and it dint stop me falling in love!”

“i don't want to do this anymore.”

“this isn't what friends do!”

“i know exactly how this ends.”

“you can't fix this.”

“i can't afford to fall in love with you again.”

“do you ever think of me?”

“i thought i was going to lose you.”

“i hate the way you make me feel.”

“no! you don't get to give up!”

“you don't get to say goodbye this time.”

“i can't keep kissing strangers and pretending they're you.”

“i hate that i miss you.”

“i shouldn't have fallen in love with you.”

“i never really got over you, and i don't know if i ever will.”

“i can't lose you, too.”

“why do you keep letting assholes like them screw you over?”

“we’re not just friends and you know it!”

kisses:

kiss on the neck

“good morning” kiss

giggly kiss

kiss on the cheek

first kiss

kiss on the nose

soft kiss

‘spin the bottle’ kiss

kiss on the forehead

last kiss

kiss on the ear

“goodbye” kiss

kiss on the back

quick kiss

kiss on the shoulder

“i miss you” kiss

kiss on the hand

kiss on the temple

in secret kiss

kiss all over the face

breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you're murmuring into each other’s mouths

when one stops the kiss to whisper “i’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterwards

kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing

situations:

domestic

dad! (x partner!reader)

at work

before a mission

after a mission

on set

at a game

before war

after war

before tour

soulmate au:

tattoos

greyscale turn colour

their first words to you

timers

scars

song prompts:

“please don’t leave.” flicker, niall horan

“i can't tell you how miss i wish i didn't want to stay” wish you were gay, billie eilish

“why does God keep bringing me back to you?” everytime, ariana grande

“darling, you look perfect tonight.” perfect, ed sheeran

“i promise that i’ll love you for the rest of my life.” black and white, niall horan

“i’m missing half of me.” half a heart, one direction

“any excuse to stay awake with you.” goodnight n’ go, ariana grande

“i can't take my eyes off of you.” the blower’s daughter, damien rice

“darling, you don't have to hold it.” fire away, niall horan

“how would you feel if i told you i love you.” how would you feel (paean), ed sheeran

“can't stop staring at those ocean eyes.” ocean eyes, billie eilish

“i know you’re still the one.” still the one, one direction

“maybe i came on too strong.” dive, ed sheeran

“i’m still in love with you.” still, niall horan

“i thought my heart had learned it’s lesson.” i won't say (i’m in love), susan egan

#katie’s 1k blurb week #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy x reader #gwilym lee x reader #john deacon x reader #roger taylor x reader #taron egerton x reader #pedro pascal x reader #david budd x reader #steve murphy x reader #diego hargreeves x reader

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rossmccallsqueen · 6 years ago

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Do you write for Gardner? Maybe him fingering the reader for the time and him being really nervous?

So obciously Gardner doesn’t have that much experience

But he really wants to try new things

Like he had been getting really good at breaking out of his shell recently

So one night you’re laying in bed cuddling and he mentions it out of nowhere

“Babe I really wanna try fingering you”

Which causes you to sit up and look at him

“What??”

“I wanna try fingering you” and he blushes and tries to avoid eye contact

You could tell he was a little embarrassed

“Babe don’t be nervous”

“I’m not nervous!” And he flips you over and starts kissing you all over

Despite being shy (and nervous) he’s very good at arousing you

He gets that spot on your neck and just hand makes his way down to your pussy

And you had no idea why he was nervous

Like his fingers just start going to town and playing with your folds

They start thrusting in and out of you at a frantic pace while he kisses you

While his fingers go in and out of you his thumb is playing with your clit

Like seriously where did Gardner get these skills with his hands?!

“HOLY SHIT GARDNER. DO NOT STOP”

This causes him to go even harder and your back arches off the bed

Soon you’re coming undone beneath him, and you’re breathing heavily for a few minutes

“See babe, told you that you had no idea to be nervous”

He smiles and kisses you, glad he wasn’t nervous about it anymore ❤️

#gardner langway #dear sidewalk #gardner langway smut #joe mazzello #gardner langway x reader #gardner langway x reader smut #smut #headcanon #joe mazzello x reader smut #joe mazzello x reader #danielle answers

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borhap-au · 5 years ago

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Sub!Joe. Testing the waters.

Since you started having sex with Joe, you did it mostly in the missionary position, except those few times when you did it on the bathroom countertop or in the kitchen. The sex was great, you never complained, Joe gave you basically everything you needed, but you had a feeling he wanted to try something else. Yet anytime he got around to suggest a new thing, he backed out, as if he was embarrassed of what he was going to say and always changed the subject. You grew more and more curious, not only because you were interested in what he was hiding, but also because you genuinely wanted to give him the kind of pleasure he needed. So one time when you were sitting on the couch watching TV, you pulled yourself together to start the conversation. You took the remote and turned the TV off, which usually meant you were about to get intimate, so Joey smiled to you and got closer, but you stopped him, leaving him leaning towards you with a surprised face.

“In a second, okay, honey? I want to talk to you about something” you said looking at him carefully, while he gave you a confused look.

“Is everything okay?” he had to ask to make sure while looking you in the eyes and hoping to see the answers he needed. You nodded and smiled slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, it is. I just wanted to ask you about something” you softly pet his hand and he smiled to you, encouraging you to continue.

“Go on then” he held your hand, having literally no idea what topic you’ve planned to start.

“Um…” you stopped for a few seconds, trying to remember the best way to ask this question that you came up with earlier. “Do you have maybe… Like a sexual fantasy or kink you didn’t tell me about yet? Like something you maybe don’t know if you like, because you never tried it before? Just something you’d like to try out but maybe you’re embarrassed to ask or something like that. I mean, I just want you to know I’m your safe place, and I wouldn’t make fun of you, or make you feel bad about it in any way. I want you to trust me the way I trust you” you smiled slightly to give him assurance and comfort. He looked at you carefully when you were saying all of that and then looked down to considerate what he was about to tell you and slowly nodded his head.

“I have something actually… Um… You know how I’m always on top? Maybe you’d like to change the position sometimes or something like that? Just so you know, we can bring some freshness to our sex life and not go for the routine. Unless you like that and that’s what you’re comfortable with, then it’s completely fine, because I like our sex life and I love you and I think you’re amazing and-“

“Joe, do you want to be submissive?” you interrupted his monologue, because he started going round in circles with his declaration.

“Yes” he said without hesitation, as if he was relieved you suggested that and he didn’t have to say it himself. So you were right, there was something, and he really was embarrassed to admit it. You weren’t surprised, since a lot of men still thought that being submissive is emasculating and that a man should never allow a woman to take the lead in bed, because traditionally it was the other way around. Not that Joe believed in that sexist bullshit, but maybe he was afraid of his friends’ reactions if they ever found out. Men were weird when it came to stuff like that.

“Okay, so we know what to do next” you smiled showing him you’re completely fine with it. He sighed relieved and smiled back. “Do you want to try it out now, or do you need some time?” you asked to make sure.

“Oh, it’s all okay. We can do it now” you nodded and he sat closer to kiss you. You kissed him back, but when his hands began to wonder around your zipper, you stopped him.

“My way, remember?” you smiled and he nodded. You could sense he was thrilled. “Come on, up” you both got up from the couch and you took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. He pet your hand with his thumb and involuntarily bit his lip, unable to hide his excitement.

You made him sit on the bed and sat right next to him, smiling. You helped him take his shirt off, but he didn’t make a move to remove any of your pieces of clothing – he tried to be patient, as he was slowly getting used to the new experience, where he had to wait for your permission. You made him lay down and got on him, softly kissing his chest and assuring him of your affection. You were always tender in bed – you both were. Even at the times when you did it more roughly, the aftercare became more “intense” to make sure you both felt good and comfortable. You would stay longer in each other’s arms, even saying nothing, just petting each other’s bodies and planting soft kisses on one another.

You liked it when you rested your head on his chest and he was breathing heavily, you liked when he was all hot because of you. You liked what you were able to do to him and you loved the fact he allowed you to search the territory even more now.

You kissed him softly and then looked him in the eyes.

“I think we need to set some rules first” he nodded in agreement. “How far can we take this?”

“Well, we will definitely be able to take it much further as we go… But go easy on me the first time, okay? It’s just to test the waters, try things out…” he said quite unsure of how to put his thoughts into words not to make it sound like he doesn’t trust you.

“Don’t worry, it’s just to check this whole thing out. Not to scare you off” you chuckled quietly. He smiled slightly and pet your cheek. “Can I tie your hands?” He smiled wider and nodded. You got up to take one of the ties he hasn’t been using anymore. When you picked it, you came back to bed, this time sitting on Joe. He smiled and held the bars of the bed as you tied his hands down to them. You could sense the excitement building up in him.

You leaned forward to kiss him and he eagerly kissed you back. He intuitively wanted to pet your cheek or the side of your body, but when he moved his hand he immediately understood he won’t be able to do it this time. Instead, he held the bars tighter, waiting with anticipation for your upcoming moves. While you took your kisses lower, to bestow his neck with the sweet presence of your lips, your hands began to unbutton his fly. You took your time with moving forward, teasing Joe with your slow moves. You then slowly began to kiss your way down his chest, as your hands took his trousers off his legs. You threw them away and stopped your kisses on his abdomen, where you continued with a small licks, your wet tongue combining perfectly with the hotness of his skin, as he couldn’t wait for you finally taking proper care of his cock. He raised his head looking at you, and you looked him right in the eyes, with a little smirk wandering on your lips. He felt the pressure slowly building up in his loin just from looking at you being so close to where he wanted you to be the most. But you didn’t plan to give him this satisfaction just yet.

You sat up, and annoyingly slowly took your shirt off. You then put it away and began wandering with your fingers around his chest, as if you were painting something on it. You were distracting him, changing his focus all the time, not letting him stick to just one thing at a time. You softly stroke his nipples and moves your hands down to his stomach, slightly tickling him. You then finally gifted him the view of your breasts, when you removed your brassiere. He smiled seeing them, but then again, he was not able to touch them. You raised your brow, smirking. You knew what he wanted.

You placed your legs on each side of him and leaned forward, supporting yourself on your hands. He stuck his tongue out and raised his head to reach your nipple, but anytime he came close, you moved up a little to tease him, not letting him get what he needed quite yet. You looked down and saw that he was looking at you with those eyes of a sad puppy, and you just couldn’t annoy him anymore. You leaned down so he could easily place your nipple in his mouth without raising his head, so he could be comfortable. You felt the wetness in your panties as your partner was sucking on your nipple as if it was the last source of water on earth. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily. Joe changed the breast and now was taking extra special care of your other nipple. He was just too good. He was doing more to you with just that one thing than you did to him this entire time. Or so you thought.

A little whine escaped his mouth when you moved back, prohibiting him from playing with his currently favorite toy. You then took off his boxers and removed your trousers with your underwear. You placed yourself above him, but this time in the 69 position, giving him the hope that he will be able to taste your pussy anytime soon. But it was not quite what you had planned. You made sure he was not able to reach your crotch with his lips or tongue and then leaned forward, taking his cock in your mouth and softly stroking him, making him both hard and wet at the same time. It was not a difficult task since he was already quite hard from just your teasing.

Joe was breathing heavily and a little groan escaped his mouth now and then, but in truth, he was actually very close to whining. He was never a one-side lover, he didn’t like receiving all that much when he wasn’t able to give it back to you. He liked sex to be even, with the same amount of pleasure on both sides. You never had more generous partner in your life, making this a quite unusual situation in your life, but ironically, it made you want to take care of him even more. You loved getting him off, like you got pleasure simply from seeing how happy and blissful he was after orgasm. But the view was obviously not comparable with how good he made you feel and how beautiful he looked between your legs.

“Baby girl, please… Allow me” he muttered breathing heavily, with a begging tone of voice.

“Oh, no, honey” you smiled, petting his inner thigh. “You’re the baby boy today. And you will be a good boy, who does as he’s told” your tone of voice was a mixture of unconditional love and firmness. You were not planning to allow him to taste you anytime soon, the view was just so he would get more excited dreaming of it… And obviously to tease him. A few times you got a bit lower so he could touch you with the tip of his tongue and get a little taste, and soon after you pulled back up.

After you get bored with it, you changed the position. You were now sitting completely naked between his spread legs, your hands wandering on his wet cock. Your thumb was running up and down on the most prominent vein. Sometimes your fingers went in circles around his glans. You also took some care of his balls, playing with them as Joey was breathing heavily and groaning.

When you felt he was a bit too excited, you moved your hands back and let him cool down for a few seconds. You did that a few times until he finally said, or more exactly, whined, hardly being able to hold it in, almost begging you to let him off the edge:

“I’m close…” his voice became hoarse and that turned you even more than the view of your boyfriend being a total mess under your touch. You didn’t lose your dominating position though.

“And what should you say now, honey?” he looked at you for a few seconds, not quite getting what you wanted. Then he understood.

“Can I please come, my Queen?” you smiled, liking the new title and nodded. You didn’t plan to ruin his orgasm anyway, you wanted him to really like his first experience in this field. You took him in your hand, stroking him like you usually did and it didn’t take him long to come.

He groaned loudly closing his eyes. When he was taking his time to recover, you took tissues and removed his cum from your hand and his legs. You were smiling, cause you liked it, and you sure wanted to do it again. You were hoping he liked it too.

“Princess…” you chuckled quietly hearing you came back to your usual title. His eyes were open and he was smiling. “Fuck, I loved it so much.” You weren’t expecting that reaction, so you smiled even wider. You then began to untie his hands, his wrists red from how hard he was holding onto his tie.

“I loved it too, Joey. Hope you’ll want to do this again.”

“Oh, I want to do this again. But first, let me take care of you” he sat up, put his arms around you bringing you close to him and then kissed you passionately.

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