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he looks like he works with his hands & smells like Marlboro Reds
genre of men: Crush by Ethel Cain (part 2)
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Cuddled Up (Joseph Quinn Fluff)
Hiiiii. I was daydreaming during work again and hand wrote this little blurb in my notebook. I was thinking of the one and only, joe. I’ve never posted writing before, haha but I hope you guys enjoy it and it takes you somewhere else like it did me.
word count: 598
(non descrip)reader x joe
Just pure fluffy fluff fluff
It’s gray out but still light enough to brighten the open loft. We’re stretched out on the chaise of the sectional sofa I’m in your arms. I’m all nice and cozy with you except my feet are cold. Not even realizing I brushed my ice cold feet up your leg, your calf suddenly jerks. I look up and see your nose is scrunched up, I giggle out an apology and you hum in response. A movie is playing but neither of us are paying any attention. I reach to hold your stomach tighter. I love you so hard it actually hurts. I don't know if I'd ever vocalize that to you, you probably already know that anyway.
A whistle starts in the kitchen, it's the kettle ready for you. You attempt to untangle from my grasp, but I don't make it easy, not wanting to lose my heat source. I let out a huff and release you from my death grip. You give me the softest smile and saunter off to the kitchen. You're not very long and before I even know it I’m back in your arms. You ask if I’d like to finish the movie. I shake my head not wanting to waste another minute, I don't say this but I’d rather just sit in your company as you enjoy your warm mug. And there I go, lost in wonderland staring at your features. Your face contorts snapping me out of my haze, you ask what on earth I’m staring at and laugh. My cheeks warm up and I look away, after all this time and you still make me nervous. Without saying anything I glance back up at you and lean in until our lips meet. It’s short and sweet.
I smile and explain, “Just in love with ya that's all”.
Your eyes shift a shade darker if that's even possible and lean back into me for another taste. This time with more impatience, your hands gripping my head steady. You sigh with contentment signaling to me that you too could be in this moment forever in our own world. We part and you give me this look I still can't decipher. I held my breath as I waited for you to say something.
“All mine, forever”. You mumbled into my neck moving up to kiss the top of my head.
You pull away spitting out my hair that got caught in your lips and scrunch your nose making me laugh again. You bring me into your chest and we settle back into our usual positions.
I don't remember but we both fell asleep intertwined. The loft was dark and quiet; the only source of light was coming from the TV screen saver. I look over at you, sound asleep. I run my fingers through that mess of waves and curls and bring my hand down to stroke your cheek. You inhale deeply, it startles me but you don't wake up.
As much as I’d love to stay up and watch you sleep my eyelids feel heavy. I gently squeeze your bicep and whisper in your ear to come to bed. You look at me confused with a frown. I love all of your facial expressions especially your sleepy faces. I grab your hand and attempt to pull you up to lead you to our bed, Instead I’m pulled the opposite direction back into your arms crashing on the sofa.Too tired to argue I just grumble and you look down at me with that stupid sleepy smile.
“ ‘m too comfy to move, doll, let's just stay out here”.
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