so excited for the "i owe you an apology joseph quinn, i was not familiar with your game" comments that'll come when the beatles movies come out and he plays the hell out of his character and outperforms everyone. i'm gonna be sooooo annoying once that happens lmao
ok but joseph being so cocky about being big,,,you’re soo needy and desperate every time he fucks you, endlessly whimpering because he constantly reaches so deep and all he does is grin “i know, baby…s’so big, huh? yeah, i know..” :)))
he's so big it's crazy !! every time he thrusts into you, you think that's it, the final stretch, you can get used to this now there's noway it's gonna get any bigger then it does. it leaves you open-mouthed, you can barely even make a sound anymore, the whimpers that leave your lips sound like a prayer and a plea to him and he couldn't get any cockier if he tired.
the thing is he's also going at such a slow pace it makes you want to pull him into you and make him go faster but he's slow on purpose, he wants to make you feel the stretch, every inch of it, every second of it. whenever you try to move your hips, he'd put his hands on them and still your movement completely leaving you whimpering in desperation "patience love. you'll take what i give you, you're my good girl yeah?" he'd pull out of you completely, leaving your pussy aching and clenching around nothing then he'd rub his cock along your slit teasingly before slowly sliding it back in, "you're such a little thing.. gonna stretch you out nice and slow baby"
he lifts your leg and puts your knee over his shoulder, hitting spots you didn't even know existed and he's all smirks and coos as your body enter a state of pleasure you never dared assume imaginable, "i know baby, i know, it feels so good doesn't it now? hmm i know" he's so cocky it's almost condescending but you couldn't care any less, you just nod and cry out for him to keep going
Hi cherry!! Any WIPs you’re working on at the moment? I’m always curious as to what you’re cooking up 🙈🙈
hii lovie 🫶🏻 i'm cooking on extremely low heat atm lmao but i have 2 current wips i'm hoping to work more on/finish some time soon
one is a johnny storm request where reader is very charmed by him but he thinks he'd never fall in love (he's already fallen. bad.)
the other is a johnny idea i've had for a while where he travels through the multiverse with f4 and he meets you, the girl who looks, sounds and is identical to his ex girlfriend from his universe and he's.. well he's frankly losing it.
oh there's also a little smutty joe blurb i'm gonna post later tonight 🤭
Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.
i know ur working on bet!joe, but can the girlies request a fic where instead of getting bitten, joe is the biter 😛
here you go babe 🫦
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Love Bites
The first thing you notice is the mark on your face.
That’s… yea. That’s a bruise.
It doesn’t particularly hurt badly, but it absolutely should not be there.
You stand in front of the bathroom mirror with one hand flattening your hair behind your ear whilst the other inspects the faint purple mark near the curve of your jaw. It sits high enough up on your cheek that make-up probably won’t fully hide it, which is a problem. Although it’s not really noticeable unless the light catches it properly…
Still.
Joe bit your face.
“For fuck’s sake,” you mutter to yourself, leaning closer to the mirror as you have a closer look. The skin isn’t broken, you don’t think, but that doesn’t look okay. Then, the collar of your shirt gets tugged aside and, what the fuck. That’s worse.
Faint crescents decorate the skin scattered across your collarbone and shoulder, some darker than others, all unmistakably teeth marks if you know what you’re looking at. Once you see it, it can’t be unseen. You let your fingertips brush over them lightly and heat crawls up the back of your neck immediately as the memory of what all of this felt like floods back in.
You’d like to blame it all on Joe, but it’s not even his fault, really.
You were the one who started a war.
The sound of movement behind you distracts you from inspecting your battle wounds before Joe appears in the doorway. He’s barefoot, wearing black joggers low on his hips, and his hair is still sleep-messy. He tosses something into the hamper you keep in there before your eyes meet in the mirror, and then you see how his drop to the marks you’ve been looking at.
And the fucking bastard smiles.
Slowly too, like he’s genuinely pleased with himself.
“No,” you scold immediately, turning to look at him properly. “Stop fucking smiling, you can’t sm– you’re not allowed to smile.” It’s a bit difficult to keep your own smile hidden, but you think you just about manage.
Joe leans one shoulder against the doorway, completely unashamed. “Don’t let me disturb you admiring my work.”
“Your work?” you repeat incredulously. “These are battle wounds.”
His grin gets worse when you stare at him harder and you can see his eyes wander down to your cheek. “You’ve got one on your face.”
“I know.” You turn back to the mirror to have another look. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
Joe pushes himself off the doorway and steps into the bathroom, warm hands finding your waist automatically as he stands behind you. His chin hooks comfortably over your shoulder while he looks at your reflection again, eyes lingering briefly on the faint mark near your cheek.
“I didn’t mean to do–” one of his hands finds your chin to move it to the side a bit for a better look. “This one’s a mistake.”
“Yea? Just this one?” you raise your brows at him. “What about the rest?”
His mouth twitches against the side of your head. “I mean… what can I say?”
“Um, maybe a sorry would be appropriate?”
“No.” Joe says calmly as he moves a finger to pull at the neckline of your top, causing an immediate frown from you as he searches for more marks. Then he says, “I’m not sorry…” before adding, “you like being bitten.” and your expression betrays you instantly. Joe notices immediately too, and he laughs softly under his breath before pressing a kiss just beneath your ear.
“No, I like biting. I like being the biter, not the bitee.”
There’s something incredibly satisfying about leaving teeth marks on Joe’s arms, you can’t exactly explain it. Luckily, you don’t have to. Joe presses another kiss against the corner of your jaw, a bit more careful this time, warm mouth softly giving a bit of affection to the mark he left behind.
“Yea. Well… you’ve made a very convincing argument for biting,” he reasons, tapping your hips before stepping away from you to reach for his toothbrush.
You’re well aware that you can’t really complain, but you’re not looking forward to the amount of make-up you’ll have to apply to somewhat hide it. “I look like I lost a fight.”
Joe’s grin returns immediately.
“You did lose a fight.”
You glare at him in the mirror, though the effect is ruined slightly by the fact you’re trying not to laugh and he’s not even looking at you.
Honestly, the whole thing had escalated far quicker than either of you intended. It’d started on the sofa where you’d been half sprawled over Joe whilst he scrolled aimlessly through something on his phone. One of his hands rested absentmindedly against your thigh whilst your cheek pressed comfortably into his chest as rain tapped quietly against the windows outside.
Joe smelled warm.
Comfortable.
And, unfortunately for him, your mouth had ended up close to his shoulder.
So naturally, you bit him. Little nibble, because, why not. Just a little bite. Nothing worth noting, barely even enough to really count. You’d let your teeth push into his skin just enough to make his body tense slightly beneath you, and that’s all you’d wanted.
But then Joe sighed dramatically without looking up from his phone.
“Can you not?”
You grinned against his shirt. “Sorry. You’re comfy.”
“Comfy…” Joe spoke to the ceiling, eyes narrowed. “And then, biting? how… I don’t–”
“Shh, don’t question it. It’s a compliment and you should just take it as I mean it.”
Joe snorted quietly, and you bit him again right after. This time you could feel how Joe’s hand against your leg gripped at the feeling.
“You know,” he said slowly, sitting up a little, “most people just cuddle.” His movement made you slide away from him just enough for your mouth to be out of biting-vicinity. A tragedy. Particularly because now, you were forced to simply look at him instead. At the unfair shape of his arms beneath the sleeves of his shirt, thick through the bicep, solid without trying. Joe’s got the kind of arms that always make you want to hold onto him somehow.
You like wrapping yourself around one when you sleep beside him, big palm on your thigh.
Like clinging onto his forearm when you walk together, even more when it’s slung around you in order to keep you close.
Like the weight of his arm slung over your shoulders when you’re cuddling close like this almost an embarrassing amount.
And, unfortunately for Joe, you like to sink your teeth into them a little bit too.
“You’re being very judgemental for someone built like a chew toy.” You half-joked, which made him stare at you for a moment before slowly repeating, “A chew toy.”
“Mhm.”
“A fucking chew toy.”
“Yes.” You smiled sweetly, taking hold of his hand to pull the rest of his limb up towards your mouth.
“Careful,” he warned mildly, not fighting your guidance in the slightest.
You pressed a kiss against his forearm, and then just held it against your lips there. Waiting.
One of his eyebrows lifted slightly.
“You sure?”
You opened your mouth just a little, just enough for Joe to see the shine of your pearly whites, and that’s exactly when Joe moved.
One second you were sat on your sofa with your mouth pressed against his arm, and the next you were suddenly underneath him instead, flat on your back, sinking the sofa cushions as Joe rolled you effortlessly into position.
“Joe–”
“Oh, now it’s Joe? No longer your chew toy?”
You’d burst into startled laughter immediately, squirming beneath him while he trapped you easily between his arms. The sofa dipped beneath his weight, broad shoulders blocking out most of the light from the room as he hovered over you grinning.
“Get off me,” you tried to command between laughs.
“You started it.”
“You’re thirty times my size, this is hardly fair.”
Joe leaned down slightly then, close enough that you could feel his breath against your mouth.
“And yet,” he murmured, “you keep biting me anyway.”
Your stomach flipped annoyingly hard at the change in his tone of voice. Something that had felt playful before all felt a little rougher now, and Joe notices the shift in your facial expression.
“Not so tough now, are we?”
“Shut up.”
He laughed softly before leaning down to kiss you properly. What you thought might be a quick peck slowly changed into something deeper. His mouth moved against yours with an ease that immediately melted whatever sarcastic response you’d been preparing, whilst one hand sliding beneath the back of your shirt and the other braced beside your head. The warmth of his palm spread across your spine as he kissed you deeper, and the second you reacted to it, Joe made this low, pleased sound in the back of his throat that nearly ruined you completely right then and there.
God.
His mouth drifted from yours slowly, kissing along your jaw before pressing briefly against the sensitive spot beneath your ear just before dipping a bit lower.
Your breathing caught slightly as he kissed across your throat.
“Mm, you’re very responsive tonight,” he murmured against your skin.
“Shut up.”
Then his teeth grazed lightly against your collarbone and the sound that escaped you was immediate and deeply embarrassing.
Joe froze. Actually froze. You felt the pause travel through his entire body where he hovered over you, his mouth still pressed against your skin while silence stretched between you both for one dangerous second.
Slowly, he lifted his head. “Oh?” Joe said softly.
Your stomach dropped instantly. You were in danger.
“No,” you said immediately.
Joe looked unbearably calm. “No?”
“No.” nothing about your no sounded like you meant it.
“Did you like that?”
“No I didn’t.” You sounded unconvincing even to your own ears.
His eyes dropped briefly to your mouth as you tried and failed to look unaffected beneath him. The corner of his mouth twitched slowly upward before he leaned down again. A breathy, “I… I think you did.” got spoken into your neck.
“You think? Do it again to make sure.”
A breathy laugh exposed all the spots Joe’s mouth had touched already just before he let his teeth scrape along your skin again.
This bite landed a bit harder.
It was on the edge of genuinely hurting, inflicting a spark of panic that dragged another helpless reaction from you before you could stop it.
Joe felt all of it.
Your reaction changed something within him. It changed the tension through his shoulders. Changed his grip at your waist, tightening automatically. Changed his breathing, sudden sharp inhales against your skin like he’d surprised himself as much as he’d surprised you.
“Do it again to make sure?” Joe repeated quietly, sounding dangerously pleased with himself now. “Or was that enough proof, hm? You hear yourself?”
“Yea, no, try again,” you whispered. “Just in case.”
A throaty chuckle bubbled up, “Oh, sweetheart,” Joe laughed quietly, forehead pressing briefly against your shoulder. “You’re never seeing peace again now.”
And, see, the thing about Joe is that, once he gets intrigued by something, he tends to want to commit to it entirely. It’s why his place is full of half started hobbies and obsessions, why there’s the beginning of a collection of records and a lot of unused working-out equipment lying around.
And right now, Joe seemed deeply fascinated by the effect he was having on you.
He let his mouth drag slowly across your skin, down your neck, across your collarbone once more before his teeth caught you there again, rough enough to make your hips jerk instinctively beneath him. It had Joe quietly swearing under his breath before his arms suddenly hooked underneath you.
“Yea, okay. Lets go.”
You barely had time to laugh before he lifted you effortlessly off the sofa.
It should probably feel ridiculous being carried around like this, but Joe is unfairly comfortable to be held by. Strong without any harshness, one arm secure beneath your thighs whilst the other supported your back, broad chest warm against yours as he walked you down the hallway towards the bedroom.
The bedroom door got shoved open with his shoulder before he dropped you onto the mattress with far less care than usual. You bounced once against the bed, laughing breathlessly, and then Joe followed immediately after you, all heavy warmth and broad shoulders as he crowded over you again.
“You know that I respect you, right?” He was already trying to shove his jeans and boxers down, impatient fingers fumbling whilst he kissed along your jaw at the same time. “Remember that, okay?”
The whole thing should’ve made you laugh, the awkward movements of undressing and the cheesy whispered lines. Instead, it made your stomach tighten painfully. Mostly because Joe looked completely gone already, hair messy, cheeks flushed, big hands clumsy with urgency for once.
“Why?” you asked in a quick exhale against his mouth.
“Because it’s about to seem like I don’t.” Joe muttered back immediately before his mouth found your jaw again.
And then–…
“Ahh!”
Joe jerked back. “Sorry, too much? Sorry. I didn’t–” he spoke so quickly he tumbled over his words as he looked seconds away from laughing. Before he could continue his half-assed apology or burst into actual laughter, you grabbed his jaw and bit him straight back.
Joe made this startled sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan.
“Retaliation.”
“Relati–… yea, all right. Okay. That’s how you want to play this?” He breathed, smiling despite himself, watching as you twisted your neck in an attempt to bite his forearm that was pressed into the mattress next to your head. “You’ve started a war.”
A war you’d win even when you’d lose, Joe was just as aware as you were.
It's missing you hours Cherry girl🫂 hope you're okay and taking care of yourself 🤍summer weather is approaching, I hope it brings sunshine to youu 💐
miss u sm it always puts the biggest smile on my face when i see u in my inbox :,))🤍 hope you're doing well my love & the sunshine season is nice and lovely to you ! drink lots and lots of water and don't forget your sunscreen ! xx💋
How do you think Eddie would be when you have your period? Tbh i think he’d try his best and thats all he can offer 😭
lmao i actually think he'd be surprisingly great at dealing with your period. he already struggles with his own stomach issues (he eats like a racoon and he's lactose intolerant but would never give up dairy) so he always has a hot water bag and pain pills laying around to share. he's also very good at taking orders so whatever you tell him to do, he's doing it immediately plus he's a fast learner so he memorises the things you need/want during your period in no time. constantly giving you lower back rubs, massaging your knees and legs, fluffing your pillows and giving you his comfiest shirts to wear. he also always stacks up his bathroom with pads/tampons for you and his panty with your favourite snacks and chocolates.
one thing he's horrible at is reading your mood which sometimes results in him being scolded when he tries to kiss you because you just want to be wrapped like a burrito and left alone watching your comfort movie. he grew used it though and now he just retreats walking backwards like his hands up or if he's in a silly mood he pretends that he's getting arrested with his hands behind his back as he leaves the room
Ngl i think a bug tight (kinda possessive) hug from Johnny would be sooooooo good
best friend!johnny who gets so intensely jealous when you're talking/being flirty with other guys and he can't help himself from getting possessive even though he knows he shouldn't, he knows he doesn't have the right to be like this, he knows he's just your friend, he knows you're allowed to flirt and want to date other guys but he just can't control the way his heart feels tight and the way he wants to hold and claim you in front of them. claim you as what exactly, he's unsure. he just wants them all to know that you're off limits even though he knows you're not and he knows he doesn't get to define those limits no matter how badly he really really really wants to.
best friend!johnny who spent all night watching you be your fun and pretty and lovable self and watching the way guys seem to orbit you. he's been good all night long, good at being the cool best friend, watching and keeping you safe from a distance despite the all too familiar burn in his chest. you'd think a guy like him is too used to the fire but this one burns different, he can actually feel it and it feels like a million little deaths.
best friend!johnny who has enough after a while. he gets sick after watching one too many hands graze your waist in what's meant to be harmless passing, gets tired of watching you throw your head back laughing at jokes he knows aren't funny, they don't deserve your laughs, he can make you laugh harder, realer. he can't stand to watch it anymore, it's not jealousy, it's not. it's something more. it's torturous.
best friend!johnny who decides enough is enough so he makes his way over to you, his warm hands finding your waist and pulling you close to his chest. you know his hands too well so you're not surprised at his touch, nobody's hands are this warm and perfect except his, nobody's chest is this firm against your back. nobody's heart beats thunderously the way his does. you recognise it all too well so you're not worried as you melt into him. he doesn't even speak, not in the mood to start a conversation with the men he's been glaring at all night. he just holds you, tightly, possessively. his fingers spread widely on your hips before he wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you even closer you can his heart thudding against your back, beating into you, seeping into your sense like music, your favourite kind.
best friend!johnny who comes up with an excuse to pull you away from having enough of watching wandering eyes drift up and down your body, their fucking nerve to stare at you like this when his arms are wrapped around you. he makes sure to burn their palms when he shakes their hands before leaving with you, he relishes in the wince that takes over their face as they try to act unaffected by the stinging ache in their palm when he squeezes their hands tight in his scorching one. it's not hot enough to leave them needing a visit to the emergency room but definitely hot enough that it's gonna be uncomfortable to flex their hands or hold anything for at least a couple weeks. they deserve it, he tells himself even though he knows they don't. but oh they do.
best friend!johnny who keeps his arm draped on your shoulders as you leave, keeping you close to him. it's heavy and warm and you don't mind having it there forever. you wonder if he knows that. the way he holds you like something precious tells you he might.
I love being a loser girl like yesss!!! omg go stay in your bedroom all day and listen to music, watch movies, read fan fiction, ughh this is the life!!
Continuing the bagged milk talk growing up I thought EVERYONE had that like around the world I learned recently only some parts of Canada have it and it’s not a universal experience it’s actually a very specific Canadian experience it blew my mind
and thank GOD it's not a universal experience 😭 keep that in your circle and make sure the bag doesn't get ripped so it doesn't leak all over the world lmao
I didn’t send a bagged milk edit yesterday so you get two today
Johnny storm showing off his bagged white milk and chocolate milk
#baggedmilkforthewin
THEY HAVE IT IN CHOCOLATE MILK TOO? stop it rn 🤢
yk what i think johnny who comes from a futuristic-past alternative universe would be very gagged (in a bad way) about bagged milk, he'd think it's an atrocious invention and he'd be correct !
i thought it's insane too, i've literally never heard of it until my friend @miss-mouse99 showed it to me about a week ago and has been sending me daily pics of it 😭 apparently it's a canadian thing
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