Indigo

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indigo, she/her, ukyt writer.

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still getting there with the face proportions and stuff, I realised it looks a little more like bach imo but yeah.

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George and Arthur fan art, my first time doing any so sorry if it's not that great!

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I WISH YOU WERE A GIRL - ChrisMD x ArthurTV

fully posted series on AO3

+ an extra part with smut called 'fade into you'

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The sky darkened as Arthur and Chris sat on the edge of the wall that looked over the great expanse of water below. The ocean glittered and twinkled in such a way it looked like a work of art. The spray of sea salt and the crashing waves was second nature to the 2 Jersey boys who grew up just minutes away from this spot they always met up at. Now, almost 15 years later they still made it a tradition.

“Is there anything you wish people understood better about you?” Arthur asked, tilting his head to look at Chris. He stayed still, staring out across the horizon where a hazy grey boat was slowly fading, possibly escaping to the mainland.

“That's a…” Chris chuckled softly, looking at his legs hanging down from the wall, far far off the floor, “that's an interesting question.” Arthur smiled, looking away, he had a tendency to ask weird and wonderful questions, it was something he liked, it told you a lot about someone by their answers.

“I know I'm not the best at social skills,” Arthur began, answering his own question as Chris thought “but, I wish people recognised how hard I try.” Chris hummed in agreement, “that's a good one.”

A few seagulls landed along the wall a little, picking at the barnacles that were cemented up the bricks. Chris contemplated his answer but he struggled to conjure anything up that he wanted to share, “I… I think maybe I wish that people - in general not just the friend group - were… like- more accepting,” he said, adding “if that makes sense,” Arthur turned to him, a puzzled expression, Chris continued, “I mean, I'm pretty sure that… that I'm gay, or bi, or whatever,” he rushed out, “and I wish people understood me and that side of me…” he trailed off at the end of his sentence, unsure if he felt regret or of the weight had lifted just a little bit off of his chest.

Arthur paused, he watched Chris for a second, “I appreciate you for telling me that Chris, that's wonderful,” Chris smiled and thanked him.

“How long…?” Arthur began, “how long have I known?” Chris cut in, “always mate, only came to terms with it recently though.” He chuckled, fidgeting with the corner of his sweater.

Arthur nodded knowingly, he appreciated Chris for opening up to him, but so many questions crossed his mind, he hoped that was normal, “have you met someone you like?”

“Not really… not someone who likes me back anyway.” He shook his head. Arthur let out a soft “oh”.

They stayed on the wall, occasionally breaking the silence by pointing out a particularly interesting thing they spotted far in the distance when Arthur finally spoke back up again, “thank you… Chris, for telling me, I'm proud of you man.” Arthur draped an arm around Chris and pulled him tight to his side, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

Chris felt a little emotional at this, he wasn't one to cry at things that weren't necessarily sad but gosh did he love Arthur to bits, he always appreciated how he tried to understand him no matter what. “Thanks Arth,” he murmured, his head tucked slightly to Arthur's chest.

The waves began to laze out, slowly calming down. The shore was practically empty, it was about time for them to finally leave the wall. Arthur hopped down to the big rocks below, holding a hand out to help Chris, he took it and jumped to Arthur's side. They scrambled down to the sandy shoreline where the tide was being sucked slowly backwards.

There were no more beachgoers at this moment, it was getting too late, even for surfers to be out. And due to it being a weekday, teenagers drinking wasn't an issue. They walked slowly along, pointing out cool shells and crabs to each other, Arthur making a scared yelp as he almost stepped on a jellyfish, earning some laughter from Chris.

“What the heck is that doing here?!” Arthur exclaimed, clutching his chest although the jellyfish personally attacked him. “Your fear of jellyfish needs to be studied,” Chris said, still doubling over with laughter. Arthur gave him a small punch on the arm, grinning at his stupidity of having a fear of such creatures. Chris shoved him back, Arthur retaliated, it escalated, they were laughing and pushing each other around like kids, getting more aggressive and more amused.

Arthur gave Chris a particularly big push, toppling down onto the sand with Chris below him. He scrambled up, fake wrestling Chris when he was swept, putting Chris in top position. “Get off!” Arthur yelped jokingly, pushing him backwards, Chris tumbled over, Arthur following quickly to regain control. This continued on until they were both out of breath, Arthur finally pinning Chris below him. His ribs aching, exhausted from laughing, Arthur slid off of Chris, falling to lie right next to him.

“I hate you.” Chris grimaced. Arthur turned his head to face him, still mere inches away, “don't lie, you love me,” he teased, poking the side of his stomach. He squeaked, rolling on his side to face Arthur, “I do not,” he said defiantly.

Arthur merely smiled, his composure still so cool, Chris studied his face, unsure what he was thinking. “Cmere,” Arthur murmured, lifting his hand above his head, gesturing to Chris. After a sharp pause he mumbled confusingly, “what?”. “I said c'mere." Arthur said strongly.

Chris swallowed, shuffled over, and laid his head on Arthur's chest, letting his hand drape behind his back, pulling him in closely. “This is nice.” Arthur said softly, looking between the magnificent ocean and his best friend, cuddled up in his chest. Chris hummed in agreement, his heartbeat pounding uncontrollably, his stomach doing summersaults.

Arthur held him there, his hand laid across his back. He thought deeply for a long time and pressed his lips to the top of Chris’ head. Chris stilled, looking up at Arthur once again. “I-” he couldn't speak, words caught in his throat suddenly.

“It's okay,” Arthur whispered, bringing his hand up to Chris’ jaw, tracing his thumb at his cheekbone slowly. “Let me kiss you.” At that, he leaned in slowly, Chris’ shallow breathing ghosting across his face, he kissed him. He pressed slowly against his lips, Chris immediately returned the movement. When pulling away, Chris pressed back, forcing Arthur into the kiss deeper, he opened his mouth, Arthur's tongue slipped in, tracing the outline of his teeth, tongue, and lips although he was making a permanent impression of his face.

Chris gripped tightly in Arthur's hair, leaning up on his elbow now to make more intention with the kiss, Arthur let out a deep sound of happiness from the back of his throat. It grounded Chris, he felt fireworks set off somewhere deep in his gut. He was actually kissing his best friend, the boy he loved for years. They moved in a slow, passionate rhythm, their hands delicately holding each other although they could break or slip away from each other's grasp.

Arthur slowly pulled away, opening his eyes. He met Chris’ look of surprise, “wow,” he said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Thank you…” Chris said, smiling wider than ever.

They fell back onto the sand, closer than before, physically and emotionally. The blue sheet twinkled as the sun set over the water into a wonderful deep red, Arthur couldn't help but resonate with the beauty of the sunset, red sparks were firing in his chest with love but a brighter crimson warning flashed in his mind.

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IS IT WRONG? - ArthurTV x George Clarke

warnings: smut, semi-public, bj, getting caught.

a/n: not posted in ages, I doubt I'm going to be as active here as I am AO3, if I'm so honest the tumblr community is toxic in the (around) 3 months I've been here. But I know some of the community here is the nicest people ever, so I'll keep updating if I feel like it for now.

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A small day out with the boys, no cameras, just a day out in the wild. The tents were pitched a kilometre away from the clearing where they found a waterfall. Arthur stood at the bottom, watching George prepare to jump from a rock about 5 meters above the water.

Arthur looked up, staring at where George stood, his body glimmering as the sun hit off the water and projected George in such a light it made Arthur melt.

The silhouette of George felt like a taunt, Arthur had never felt this way towards anyone before, not even a girl. He didn't know what to make of it. Before he could consult his feelings further, George took a step back and leaped, making a splash in the water below.

He resurfaced and shook the water from his hair, yelling up to Chris to jump. Arthur caught himself smiling at George's expression, he looked so giddy. He swam closer to the shore then stood, walking towards Arthur, the water cascading down his torso, leaving his toned muscles slightly damp, Arthur looked away, he isn’t gay. He isn’t gay.

“Are you okay, pet?” George said in a gentle voice as he sat on a rock next to Arthur.

“Yeah, thanks.” He paused, “jump was cool.” He added to try and sound less of a buzz kill when visions of George kept floating, just out of reach, every time he tried to grasp at it the facade melted into more guilt.

“Thanks, you should come and try it out,” George said excitedly, shivering slightly at the cool air.

Arthur noticed how George's muscles flexed as he shivered, this was not ideal, shame swallowed him, he couldn't like boys; Arthur's head buzzed like moths, eating away at his skull, but he was the disease, for liking a boy.

“Maybe… might go on a walk, feel a bit off.” Arthur couldn't stand being here any longer, something was wrong with him, he was sick.

“I'll come with.” George said to Arthur's distaste, sitting up and going to grab his bag.

Arthur sat there unable to speak, he didn't want George to come in case he couldn't hold his feelings in, but… gosh did he want to be with him.

Chris, who evidently just jumped in the water, was now wrestling with Bach, trying to push each other under the waterfall. George shouted to Bach who won the fight, “Going on a walk with TV, be back soon.” Bach gave a thumbs up.

George turned back to Arthur, a towel around the back of his shoulders, his swim trunks and his dirty hiking shoes being the only things he was wearing. “Ready?”

Arthur nodded, walking behind George slightly, not wanting to be equal in path. George led ahead, finding a sort of naturally flattened area that they walked slowly down, the waterfall cascading, faded ever so slightly.

“Is there something up? you can always tell me.” George said casually, still walking a little ahead.

When Arthur didn't say anything George turned, he was stuck a few feet behind, fidgeting with his fingers and looking at his feet.

“Hey.. Arthur cmon.” George said, a worried tone in his voice as he hurried back to where Arthur stood. “Cmere” George wrapped his arms around Arthur, pulling him into his chest, one hand pushing his back closer to his abdomen, the other raking through his hair.

Arthur pressed his face against George's chest, not bringing his arms up into the hug. He couldn't speak, his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. That's how he always felt, out of place, like he was drowning in something he can't see.

“Tell me Arthur.” George said, slightly serious, though, was always gentle with his tone when speaking to him.

“I-” he began, letting out a deep huff, “I don't know what's wrong with me.”

“There's nothing wrong with you poppet, tell me, I promise I'll listen.” George said calmly, his hand rubbing circles into Arthur's back.

The heat of George's chest radiated to Arthur, he felt so comfortable almost at home with George. “I can't… i- you'll hate me.” He said with a squeak, not wanting to admit it out loud, because if he says it, it's true.

“I promise Arthur, I care about you, only you.” George pulled back, making Arthur look him in the eyes, “I want you to be happy.”

Arthur wanted to cry, he wanted to run away, better yet - just crumble into ash and blow away in the wind like a forgotten memory. But that's not an option and he needed to tell George, he was right, he needed to be happy.

“I think… I think I like you.” Arthur took a deep breath, shocked that he actually said it, “but I can't, it's not… it's not right” Arthur quickly added.

George's expression went through a range of emotions, “oh Arthur… there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, what gives you that impression?”

Arthur winced, expecting worse of a reaction, but he realised George wasn't somehow angry, “I- I can't like boys.” The sound of Bach and Chris suddenly got loud as they yelled something, making him feel worried, this was his reality, he can’t like his best friend,

George chuckled, “yes you can!” He said, but after seeing Arthur's puzzled expression he added, “I promise it's okay…and if I'm completely honest.” He took a deep breath, “I like you too.”

Arthur's brain short circuited, this is a joke, a social experiment, not something his best friend casually tells him. “What?” He stared blankly, “really?”

George huffed out a breath of amusement, “yes really Arthur, wasn't it obvious?” He said in disbelief, “I always give you such special treatment compared to the others.”

The corners of Arthur's mouth curled into a smile, “I guess…”. He could not believe this was his reality.

George pulled him back into a hug, Arthur returned it properly this time, holding him closely, not wanting to let him go. “George?” Arthur said, muffled in his shoulder.

“Yes poppet?”

“Can I kiss you?” Arthur murmured, his stomach doing a backflip.

“Please.” George released Arthur from the hug, his hand trailing to his nape. Arthur cupped George's face, looking at him fully, taking in the beautiful face in front of him.

He leaned in and pressed their lips together, it was small, but to Arthur it felt electric. It felt wrong, but that's what made it perfect. George's grip on Arthur became tighter, pulling him closer.

Just as the kiss happened, it ended, Arthur pulled away, smiling from ear to ear. “Wow.” He whispered.

George laughed softly, pressing their foreheads together. He reached out and held Arthur's hand, the other ghosting its fingertips on his waist.

Arthur used his free hand to pull George back into a kiss, this time, deepening it immediately, their mouths moving in rhythm together, tongues slowly intertwining. And without meaning to, Arthur let out a small groan, shooting pleasure straight to George's cock.

George's hand tightened around Arthur's waist, eliciting another, softer noise from Arthur. The kiss became more wet, passionate and lustful. George squeezed Arthur's hand before slowly guiding his palm to the hardness in his shorts.

Arthur gasped against George's lips as he felt the reaction that he got from just his noises. George pulled away suddenly from the kiss, his lips ghosted over the shell of Arthur's ear as he whispered, “feel how wound up you get me hm, see what you did?” George's voice was lower, huskier and Arthur felt as his own pleasure surged against the fabric of his boxers.

But before he could think any further, George pressed Arthur's hand harder against his dick making himself groan. This killed Arthur. “oh George” he whined, desperate to do something about their situation. “Fuck-” Arthur continued but he got cut off as suddenly George pushed a finger into Arthur's mouth, then another, swirling it around on his tongue, teasing lightly.

Arthur moaned around his fingers, taking it so well. George loved seeing him take anything from him, letting himself be used however he wanted. “What a pretty mouth.” He said, his fingers pushing his jaw open, and pressing on the points of Arthur's canines. “Shall we put it to use?”

He got Arthur to drop below him, his knees comfortable on the soft soil ground. He stared up at his best friend above him, his body even better from this angle. George undid the tie in his shorts and let Arthur to the job.

Arthur curled a hesitant finger into the waistband of his swim shorts and pulled them down, still slightly damp. They hit the forest floor, George's cock sprung free, in line with Arthur's face.

Arthur's mouth dropped open at the sheer size of George and the beauty that he never expected a cock to have. “Something interesting?” George said amused as he threaded fingers through Arthur's soft curls.

Arthur shook his head absentmindedly and reached up, taking his cock into his hands. He pumped the length a couple times, wiping the drool of precome from his tip down with his movements. He paused hesitantly, “what if they see us?” He whispers.

“We are like 3 minutes away, we can’t see them, they can’t see us, don’t worry darling.” George reassured him softly.

So he shuffled closer, and to George's delight brought his mouth up, running his tongue down the underneath of his length. George groaned, his hand tightening in Arthur's hair.

He finally took the rest of him in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and moving his head in a bobbing motion, George's hand slightly guiding his movements.

Arthur's mouth was warm and felt made for him, he moaned, unable to look down without fear of immediately coming because the sight of Arthur felt holy, so absolutely entrancing - it felt wrong to see. “So perfect fuck-.” He groaned down to Arthur who lapped up the praise,

The low guttural noises spilling from George was enough to make Arthur’s hips rut without meaning, he chased some sort of unattainable friction he couldn’t quite reach. George noticed this because Arthur’s mouth grew louder, his muffled whines and screwed eyes showed how full yet so empty he was.

Small beads of wet formed at the corners of Arthur’s eyes until tears streamed down his face, he wasn’t hurt, the pressure of George’s cock mercilessly stuffed in and out of his mouth, dangerously hitting his throat made him well up uncontrollably.

George thought it was cute, wiping his tears away with the pad of his thumb, “it’s okay sweetheart,” he forced out between groans, “doing so well f’me”

This time, Arthur's whimpers weren’t muffled by George’s cock, the vibrations of his mouth almost sending him over the edge. George’s hand fisted in Arthur’s hair to push his cock down to the hilt. Thank god Arthur’s gag reflex is known to be non-existent, funnily enough.

George spilled out down Arthur’s throat, holding his face close to him for a few seconds as he finished. The warm sensation and the inability to breathe made Arthur babble incoherent noises. George pulled Arthur off of his weeping dick, strings of spit connecting him to Arthur’s swollen lips.

He panted, still on his awfully dirt covered knees. “So… good- thank… you.” He spluttered.

George managed his shorts back up, pushing his cock back in, “aw, no no, thank you baby,” he smiled, “you were amazing f’me,” he held Arthur’s aching jaw in his hand, his thumb rubbing small circles into his cheek.

A small crack sounded behind them, it seemed to be a twig, they swung around in the direction and heard another shuffle. An animal? A human? Arthur panicked and shot up to his feet. A small murmur sounded from behind a large tree.

Before Arthur could process what could be there Bach and Chris popped out into the clearing, “uhh hi.” Bach said uncomfortably.

“What are you doing here?” George said immediately, colour draining from his face.

“Sorry-“ Chris began.

“We-“ Bach tried to continue.

They both sighed and looked awkwardly at the two men, “we tried looking for you, thought you were lost and…” Bach trailed off.

Arthur face palmed, “how much did you..?”

“Just a little.” Chris said in sort of a whisper.

George began to laugh uncontrollably, Arthur turned to him surprised. “What’s funny?” He said, genuinely confused.

George hunched over, unable to speak, so Arthur turned back to his other friends, he felt like a child being told off for something stupid, he hung his head, “I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

“Why are you sorry?” Chris said amused.

“That…I like boys?” Arthur said like it’s obvious, “thought you’d be weirded with it.”

“Mate I don’t hate the fact you are gay, I hate the fact I’ve just seen my best mate give my other best mate a fucking blow job.” Bach exclaimed, making George keel further over with a fit of laughter.

The others boys began to laugh uncontrollably, leaving Arthur bewildered but happy at the same time that everything was okay. As the hysterics subsided, finally heading to the waterfall, Chris made a point to say “no fucking on boys holidays though guys and remember I sleep right next door,” he directed at George.

Arthur and George uncomfortably agreed. Then settling down cutely on a large boulder, Arthur tucked into George’s side as they looked up at the beautiful sky, all pink and orange. Bach and Chris resumed their wrestling. The day ended peacefully for George and Arthur, and it was just the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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GYM CRUSH - AB / Reader

warnings: SMUT, semi-public sex.

a/n: it’s been ages, no motivation so I hope you guys like this! inspired by the vlog today heheh

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Extremely late workouts were your thing, the apartment gym was always very empty and you were post productive at that time.

Pushing the doors open you scoped the floor, as you expected, it was only Alfie, working out in front of the mirror.

You caught his eye in the reflection, without a reaction he went back to his lat raises, his small grunts just audible due to the emptiness in the room.

Settling down at a bench nearby, you set up the bar for hip thrusts, around 20 mins later and you were bored, moving onto squats.

Alfie moved onto pull ups on the bar next to you. While resting you subconsciously stared at the way his muscles moved and flexed at each movement. You shook off the weird staring act that came over you and continued.

Now getting your stance right, you picked up the bar and began your squats. Alfie watched from the corner of his eye during the first few reps.

For some reason it felt weird, you tried to shift the bar in your hands and widen your feet but the next few dips down still felt wrong. Alfie noticed and took off his headphones, “alright girl, can I help?” He said.

“Please, I think I'm doing something wrong.” You responded, placing the bar back on the rack.

He approached you, “now I never do squats as you can tell but I think it's a little more like this.” He mimed out the squat, acting like there's a bar in his hands.

You copied his action, trying to mimic the posture. He walked beside you and corrected you, one hand pressing on your lower back gently, the other on the front of your shoulders, his touch lingering, weirdly intimately.

“That's better.” He said, stepping back, letting you pick up the bar.

You corrected your posture just as he showed you, now with the bar and sunk into the squat. He watched you sharply, like you were some sort of prey, “atta girl, you got it.”

You laughed at the new found ease of squatting, “thank you Alfie.”

“No problem, well done darlin’.”

The name sent a visible wave of heat to your cheeks, making you smile softly.

Not that you paid loads of attention to him, but when Alfie began pushups you knew he was about to end his workout, it was something he always did last.

So as you finished up on the split squats you decided to join him, pulling out a mat next to him on the spare floor space. He was midway through his pushups as you started some stretches to finish up.

Pushups to failure are a blessing to the ears of all everyone who gets to experience it. When Alfie was going for it, you felt weirdly feral.

He collapsed, panting, now making embarrassed eye-contact with you. “Oh- hi- hello.” He panted, his brain evidently fuzzy from the tension he put on his body.

“Hi Alf” you smiled, lying on the yoga mat, feet up.

You and Alfie were never really friends, just people who knew each other from the flat and got along, but something lately was growing between you both and you were desperate.

The sweat was shining across his forehead and his cheeks were a very bright pink. He looked like he wanted to say something but struggled to get it out, “you look… unbelievable.” He said, fast, “whenever I see you here I just want to talk to you.”

“Aw alf, really?”

He nodded.

“Well, I feel the same.” You responded, propping yourself up on an elbow, now mirroring him, facing each other.

“I'm glad we come when it's empty… wouldn't want anyone else to see you in these.” He reached down and pinched the material of your shorts pulling it and letting it snap back against your skin.

“Jealous hmm?” You teased with a dark smile.

“Don't be trouble now.” He warned.

“And what if I am?” You responded, mind racing. Am I actually flirting with him right now?

A low groan left his throat, his disapproval loud before he even spoke, “I guess you'll have to play along or find out.” His hand that still lingered where he touched your shorts placed itself against your thigh, palm spread against your skin and pushed entry between your legs.

You let his fingers roam your inner thigh, your head falling back to the mat you laid on. Watching him above you as he kneaded your skin.

“Always prancing about for me hm?” He murmured, his hand coming closer to your heat, you whined in response.

He leaned in and pulled you into a kiss, pressing deep onto your lips. You returned it passionately, a hand threading into his dark hair, grabbing a fistful to tug lightly.

The thumb on the hand trapped between your thigh detached from the others and pressed onto your core.

You physically jolted at his touch, “oh Alfie-” you hissed, feeling your heartbeat increase rapidly.

“Such a small touch, so sensitive.” He murmured into your ear.

You were both getting heated in the public gym, this felt very very risky. It honestly added to the thrill that someone could catch you.

His hand joined his thumb in pressing on the fabric of your shorts, teasing your core. He moved his fingers in small circles, rubbing the sensitive area.

You arched off the floor, needing more, the barrier between you being too much. He put his other hand on your hip, pushing you down. Making you stay forcefully like a dog.

“Please!” You begged, unsure what for.

“Use your words.”

You couldn't respond, just trying to buck your hips to match his hands. “I-” you began, “I just- need… more…” you finally spat out.

“More what, c'mon sweetie.” He said, helping you along.

You rolled your eyes and tried to sigh but he took this moment to press directly onto your clit making you moan out, broken “You, need… you.”

“Hmm, better..” he shrugged, “take these off now.” He tugged at the waistband of your shorts.

You obeyed and slipped them down a little, he tore them away and discarded them to the side. “So perfect.” His fingers trailed the edges of your panties before hooking them down your legs, revealing all of you to him.

He let out an audible groan, “fuck, what a sight.” He said, running a hand along your waist.

He settled between your legs, your thighs either side of his hips, letting him spread you open with a large hand. He brought a finger to your core, swiping the pleasure from your folds.

“Already so wet hm?” He teased, bringing the digit to his mouth and locking eyes as he sucked the sweetness clean.

You whined at the sight, he was so cheeky, always being so teasing “Alfiee.” You moaned.

“Yes pet, be patient.” He chuckled lightly, wrapping his large hands around your thighs and pulling you by the legs up closer to him.

Now with the right position of you hoisted up close to him he dipped down, his tongue licking a firm stripe up your sex. You moaned loudly, babbling incoherent sentences at the pleasure you earned.

He groaned in pleasure at the sounds of your noises, his tongue darting around your wetness, sucking and licking stripes along your clit. Now inserting 2 fingers, curling at the right spot to make you writhe. You had to gnaw on your knuckle, turning them white, so as to not whine loudly.

He aggressively attacked your pleasure with his mouth and his hand in unison, feeling your orgasm rise significantly fast, your fingernails dug into his biceps, leaving scratches and bruises that he couldn't explain to his friends.

“So close, Alfie, so close.” Your eyes closing, back arching and hips rocking against his face and hand. He immediately stopped his actions, raising back up, his face glistening with your drawn out pleasure, eyes dark with something else.

You whimpered, being so close and having it stripped from you. Your hips still rutting into nothing. “It's okay girl, jus’ gonna be a second.” He said, kissing your thigh as he leaned up on his knees, fidgeting with his shorts.

He tugged down his shorts and boxers enough where he plunged his hand down and pulled out his length, it immediately went up to his stomach, raging and leaking slightly.

The sight of him made you whine, still clenching around nothing, needing for him to enter you.

“Okay doll?” He asked, lining himself up, his tip pressed between your folds, slipping on your almost-orgasm.

You nodded, “please Alfie, need you.” At that, pulled your thighs up, his hands holding you tightly as he thrust into you, he did let you ease to the size but his actions were sharp.

The stretch was unbearable, making you writhe, repeating his name as a sort of mantra. He soothed you lightly with his hand to your face, wiping the beading tears from your lashes. “So beautiful, like a little puppy.”

You nodded, taking the praise as he thrust back in, bottoming out this time. Your noises were too loud, he clamped a hand over your mouth as he continued the next few thrusts. You got used to his stretch, the pleasure growing so fast you were going to finish.

“That's it alf, gonna, finish.” You mumbled, he quickly moved his hand to let you repeat but all you could manage out as “gonna- come.” Followed by a whimper.

“Me too darling, you've been so good hm? Let's turn you over.” He said, flipping you onto your front, an arm hooked under your hips to keep you upright.

Your legs felt like jelly, unable to support yourself you let him hold you like a rag doll, face against the floor, butt arched up however he wanted to hold you.

“Like my own fucktoy hm?” You heard him say behind you, his thrusts gaining purpose. He made you feel powerless, being able to manhandle you however he liked.

His free hand snaked down your back and reached your nape, pressing lightly down onto you. “That's it,” he said through gritted teeth as he emptied into you, you felt the warmth fill you up.

Immediately the sensation pushed you over the edge, your whines reaching a high before dropping off into you both panting, collapsed on the floor.

His pleasure dripping from you, marks permanently down his arms and shoulders.

“Well done girl, how are we feeling?” He said, tucking himself back into his trousers, helping to gather your clothes.

You hummed a response, flopping onto your back and letting him dress you. “Thank you alf.” You whispered as a response as you curled up on the spot. Tired and worn.

“Let's get you outta here, up we get.” He said with a gentle voice, helping you to your feet and carrying you up out of the gym, being mindful of your sensitivity.

[ghostedindigo]

MELTING POINT - ArthurTV / Reader

warnings: fluff!

a/n: there is potential to do a part 2 and make this into smut I can do that, just ask! :))

Just a little update for where I am at with fics, George Clarke fluff hopefully ready for Monday and 2 bigger series have been in the works for a while, been putting off finishing one of them cause I've been to excited to start the other hehe!

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The sofa creaked as you shifted your weight around, it was the type of leather that was cracked and peeling at the edges from ages of wear. The emptiness of the house was loud and unsettling, something you had gotten used to over the past few days.

The hum of outside became a secondary thought, a sort of white noise compared to the limited interactions you had lately. It was lonely here, productive yes, but lonely.

You felt cold, mostly from the lack of warmth you get from the bodies of others, the type that fills the room with happiness. To combat this, you wore a washed navy coloured sweater. It had stains on the sleeves from your daily routine and the tassels were all chewed and frayed, the inside not as thick as it used to be from the years of wear. Of course you had other hoodies, but this one was the best because the smell of your boyfriend lingered in it, his scent was baked into the fabric no matter how much you wore it.

Your boyfriend was away, you were used to this by now; his lifestyle as a YouTuber. You always supported him, it was great he got to experience these fantastic things and in all honesty, having a small break can be nice. Waiting for him to walk through the door felt like being a kid again and waiting to see if Santa had arrived.

The apartment was littered with memories and trademarks of you and Arthur’s personalities. The plants sitting at the window sill that got water boarded once a month after accidentally not watering them. The sun that casts beautiful shapes through the window because you both put off buying curtains for the kitchen. The fridge, littered with magnets and small doodles you bought as a customised reminder of things you’ve done.

It’s the small things really, you could list hundreds of small things in this apartment that were marks of your existence as a couple because every scratch and chip on the wall has a story, one that shows your journey in this house.

The cuckoo clock read 6:40pm ish, Arthur was due home soon. You got up from the moaning sofa and filled your kettle, clicking the lever down. To pass the time you grabbed teabags and mugs then opened the fridge for the reminder of milk you rationed. You were surprisingly an ingredients household so the fridge wasn’t very promising, you found it funny now when you were a teenager you swore to never be like that when you moved out, but Arthur is right in keeping you both healthy, as long as he cooks the meals.

You poured the boiling water into the mugs and set a timer. Arthur was so specific about his tea it was hilarious. Now leaning back against the counter, you felt the cold granite against your bare legs, you wore comfy lounge shorts, the ones Arthur always liked because they made you look ‘cute’ apparently.

Footsteps sounded outside in the corridor, before you could process you heard the sound of the front door opening and someone loudly entering. You pushed yourself off of the counter to take a quick step, peering down through the hallway.

“Hi beautiful,” Arthur said, a cheesy grin spreading across his face as he kicked off his shoes and walked down the hallway, discarding his bags.

You met him midway with a hug, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands reached down and you wrapped your legs around his midriff. “Arthur..” you mumbled into his shoulder, pleased he was home.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crook of your neck, his cold nose brushing you sensitively making you ticklish. “I’ve missed you.” He said gently.

“I’ve missed you too.”

He let you back down, still holding your waist, looking into each other's eyes with affection. The hallway was dimly lit but it had that warm orange glow that appeared over fond memories. You could say he was like a present fond memory if that makes sense, being around him brought the same effect and glow to the atmosphere that the best night of your life was always remembered as.

He pinched the fabric of your hoodie, “nice jumper” his eyebrow twitched up and a small smirk formed at the corner of his lips. He was being sarcastic.

“Why thank you.” You responded curtly. All of a sudden the timer went off in the kitchen, you both jumped.

You scurried off back to the teas and let Arthur haul his bags through into the common area and get changed into his comfier clothes. The kitchen, living room and dining room were all sort of open plan, there were no dividers, just different sections.

You shooed Arthur away from the kitchen as he insisted on helping, he gave in and sunk down onto the sofa, him somehow making a larger groan than the furniture. “Gosh, I am shattered.” He said, taking the tea from your hands and letting you sit down next to him.

“Why don’t I give you a massage later, once you give me a download of your trip.” You proposed, bringing your feet up onto the couch and leaning on the arm to look at him.

“If you are still sure later tonight, I’d appreciate that.” He gave you a warm smile and sipped the tea you passed him.

He then passionately began to offload his whole trip onto you, it was some sort of boys holiday, they went skiing. You liked watching him talk, he was always so expressive with his hands and face, it was really impressive how great he was to listen too. You sat there nodding and reacting quietly at all the right moments.

Before long the sun had set and the room was cast into darkness other than the dull cabinet lighting in the kitchen. The warm shadows were gone, replaced with a subtle purple glow, providing little light.

Arthur looked exhausted, he really deserved a rest. He refused to let you wash up the cups and let you head on through to the bedroom, saying he would be quick.

As you trotted through to the bedroom you removed the hoodie, no longer needing it from the warmth Arthur brought to the house. You switched on your salt lamp and the desk light to provide an inviting glow.

You moved the covers to the bottom of the bed, scrunching them up to allow Arthur some space to lie down. You heard him locking the front door and switching down the rest of the house.

The bedroom door swung open slightly, Arthur walked up to his side of the bed and sunk down onto the mattress. “Turn onto your front.” You ask him lightly.

He does as you say, taking his shirt off as he goes. Scrunching his pillow up under his face for comfort.

You had the massage oil ready to go on the bedside table, taking some into your hand the smell of CBD filling the room. The massage oil was always great for pain relief and insomnia, Arthur bought you it as a gift a while back and gosh was it worth it.

You coated his back and wide shoulders in the oil, heating it up on his skin. Your slicked hands sliding gently up and down his body. Focusing in on his shoulders you dug your thumbs deep in the tissue, at first he moved around in pain but eventually calmed down, breathing deeply.

You massaged out the knots in his shoulders and then focused on his trapezius. He groaned at the relief, his eyes fluttering shut, letting himself be vulnerable in your presence.

Your hands delicately worked down his sides, your nails teasing his ribs. He shivered at the sensation, making you both giggle.

Lathering his lower back in the oil you worked down with your palms, doing the best that you could. He was usually the one to help you de-stress, his hands covered the width of your waist easily but you had to work extra hard to help him.

After the whole expanse of his back was worked on you ran the remaining slick up to his nape, kneading around his neck. “Thank you darling.” He groaned out between his teeth.

“Flip over now.” You leaned back from your knees to your heels to let him manoeuvre himself.

His face was flushed, his eyes hooded and tired, with a weak smile to join. He reached up and brushed a stray hair behind your ears, his hand lingering at your face. It was a small action that felt very intimate. You kissed his palm and let his arm fall back behind his head.

After rubbing the oil into his skin you got back to massaging him, focusing now on his chest. You didn't spend as long on his front as you did his back because he wasn't as sore.

Just taking your time to ghost over his abs, pulling skin from his sides and watching his muscles flex at your touch. His eyes were pretty much closed, his mouth lolling open slightly.

Stilling your hands, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his gleaming collarbone. He blinked open and with a huff of approval he reached for your jaw and brought you into a gentle kiss.

You returned it, deeper, melting into him softly. It wasn't dirty or anything of the sorts, every feeling was said through the touch.

He pulled you closer, breaking the kiss simultaneously and helping you settle in next to him. You lay there in his heat, close and feeling his comfort for a while before drifting off to sleep.

[ghostedindigo]

i just realised you changed your name to your ao3 one lol

mwhaha I have, I might change everything though cus I fear it's too similar to my real name and ppl I know irl recognised me *sob*

[ghostedindigo]

MY LOVE FOR YOU - George Clarke/ Reader

warnings: fluff, intox

a/n: this isn't the best of my works I apologise but I hope yall like it :,)

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She was quite popular in the ukyt scene, having connections with the sidemen and many more, always appearing in videos and doing collabs. ChrisMD was a longtime friend of hers and around a year ago, he introduced her to the best group of friends she’s ever had.

Chris, Arthur, George, Hill, Bach and loads more. She loved the drinking scene, the nights out where they all got to act stupid and do awful forfeits. She lived for it.

George was one friend she admired, she loved his kindness, generosity and warmth he brought to the group. She always felt welcomed by him.

She found herself getting off of the tube, on the way to the beginning of the shoot. She met up with Bach and Arthur on the platform since they lived nearest.

The small talk was already done with, sharing predictions over who will get the drunkest and what embarrassing moments will be clipped.

The night life was already buzzing as they arrived, Arthur guided her through the passers-by until they arrived in a small square where she saw a couple of cameramen and producers. Turning to the side of that she saw Chris, George and Hill.

She watched Arthur run up and jump on his friends, giving them all a massive hug. Bach followed and so did she.

Instinctively, she went up to George, who wrapped his hands around her waist and held her close to his chest. “Hiya, how’s you?” He asked quietly.

She let go of the embrace, “I’m good thanks georgie, h-“ before she could ask him the same thing, Chris suddenly brought her into an embrace which was followed by Hill.

She was whisked away by the producers who began the recording. It was a basic drinking video, same premise as usual. They boarded a train and were heading off to Newcastle. George stayed close behind her, he was silently protective, making sure nobody was going to do anything to her.

He stayed by her heel, hand on her lower back when walking through the train compartments and settling down across from her at the table. Keeping an eye on those who walked past.

The overall summary of the first 5 pubs were, Arthur was hammered, Chris was slurring his words, George and Bach were sober and Hill was currently missing. She wasn’t pissed but she definitely didn't handle the drink very well.

There were already so many funny moments that would sum up the night, Arthur accidentally clinging onto a stranger, thinking it was George, or Chris pulling Hill’s trousers down as a joke and tripping him up in the process.

Nearing the end of the night she began to get non-verbal from the buzz. George was quite the opposite, getting louder and more obnoxious. Nonetheless, he hovered by her, checking up at her with a gentle smile and hazy eyes,

She sat on a bench waiting for the drinks to arrive, George next to her, one hand on her leg running circles into the skin. Arthur and Hill squabbling over someone’s phone. “You feeling alright?” He asked for the 3rd time in the night. She turned, unable to focus with a smile that said she was out of it.

“I’m great Georgie..” she leaned her head on his shoulder, he didn’t move, he let her get comfortable and stayed quiet.

The others didn’t notice their closeness, brushing over it as it was quite a normal thing for their group to do.

George turned slightly to have a look at her, seeing she was sound asleep, her mouth slightly agape and eyes screwed shut. She looked so peaceful as her chest rose and fell lightly.

The last round arrived, Chris protested taking his drink but eventually got forced to down it. Bach and George took theirs like it was nothing and Arthur did it for the team, she wasn’t sure but speculated he threw up later on. Not wanting to wake you up, George took the drink placed in front of her and downed it,

Now, you awoke, in the back of a taxi laid across George’s lap, his hand caressing your face gently. He murmured soothing noises to comfort you. He looks down as he sees you stir awake. “Morning princess.” He said, with light air amusement. “Dropping you back home if that’s okay?”

You nodded, laying your head back down on his leg. Trusting him to take you back home safely.

The next time you opened your eyes the car came to a halt and George was coaxing you off of his leg. He walked around to the Seine of the car and paid the man waiting, before coming back around to your side and opening the door. “let’s get you up.” He stayed as he wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled you into his arms.

Your legs felt like jelly, unable to stand. He helped your posture and half carried you into the flat. He was holding your house keys, meaning he must I’ve taken your bag which was a good sign. He unlocked the door and walked you up to your bedroom, bringing a glass of water and some paracetamol you kept in your purse.

“Let’s get you tucked in, hm?” He said, trying to manoeuvre you more comfortably.

You furrowed your brows, “stay.”

“Huh?” He said, acting dumb.

“Stay.” Yous said more clearly, lifting a corner of the blanket to invite him in.

“If you are sure..?” He said, hesitating even though his heart immediately wanted to hold you close to him again. Eventually he was laying down next to you, getting comfortable in your warm bed.

You threw a leg over his and rested your hand against his chest. He closed the space and pressed a wide hand to your waist, pulling you into his embrace.

“Thank you Georgie.” You murmured against him.

“It's okay darling.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your face.

You lifted your head up to smile at him, he took the movement, cupping your jaw in his hands, kissing you deeply.

Responding back immediately, your hands threaded in his shirt, pulling him tight to you. A deep noise escaped his throat, his tongue demanding entry.

You broke apart, “I've always wanted to kiss you.” He says, admiring you, his eyes the shape of hearts.

You looked away, blushing uncontrollably, didn't help that you were drunk out of your mind.

“So pretty” he brushed your hair out of your face, making you giggle and hiccup slightly.

His eyes turned from absolutely admiring you into a face of slight worry and hesitation. “I shouldn't be here you know?” He paused, “you aren't even close to being sober..”

“But I want you.” You pouted, trying to pull him closer.

He hummed as he thought, “I don't want to go any further tonight, it would be wrong.”

“I understand. You can still talk to me and stay though, right?” You asked, trying to keep focused.

“Ofcourse darling, and I can tell you how beautiful you are.” His grin returned, making your stomach flutter.

“And I can tell you that I love your eyes,” he cupped your face and looked intently into your squinting eyes.

“And I adore your hair.” He ran his fingers through your hair, smoothly going through it like silk.

He sat up, making your shoulders go square on the bed, him now on an elbow, hovering above you.

“Not to mention your lips…” his thumb swiped across your lips, pressing in and demanding entry. Your jaw unlocked letting his thumb run over your sharp teeth.

“Such a pretty smile.” His voice dropped an octave as he pressed his finger flat against your tongue.

You closed your mouth around his finger, biting down into his skin. He immediately hissed between his teeth, “you are such trouble.”

He tutted and pulled his hand away from your widened smile. “I love your rosy cheeks, especially when you are a couple drinks in.” He shook his head “It does stuff to me..”

Feeling a blush form across your face at his words you covered your face with a hand. He immediately caught your wrist and brought it down “atta girl.”

He moved his grip to your hand, “and your beautiful hands.” Rubbing small circles into your palm as he spoke.

Pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand he continued, “your beautiful nose, such a nice profile.”

“Nice smooth skin..” he ran his hand along your skin.

“There's just so much I could name…” he whispered, “I worship you, I really do.”

You felt your heart speed up, his words playing on your mind. “Thank you Georgie..”

“I reckon you go to sleep, I'll prepare breakfast, try and rest, ‘kay?”

You nodded with a hum of appreciation and buried your head back into his chest.

[ghostedindigo]

So I just read your Arthur/giver fix (OMG) and I had an idea where the roles were a bit reversed. Like Arthur made the reader look good in a video (either by shutting down the other ukyt slagging her off jokingly or just talking sweetly about her on stream or a vid) and reader just essentially rewards him. Just like an "you made me look good so now I'll make you feel good" type. I understand if that's not following your style and thank you for your time!

YOUR REWARD? - Arthurtv / Reader

warnings: SMUT, blow job!

a/n: hiii, tysm for this request sorry it took a while, hope this was what you imagined!!

also I'm backkkkk, the posts won't be as frequent as they were but we will get back into it trust.

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You were lying across the bed, playing some silly games on your phone while Arthur streamed with who you could only assume was George and Hill.

The stream couldn't see you due to the green screen which was pretty good, nonetheless you had to keep quiet.

Your relationship was known and public, yes, but you kept the life secret. You liked it like this.

Listening to Arthur stream was enjoyable, you were pretty sure he wasn't aware of your presence since you snuck in so it was funny hearing him be a little more crude than he would like to be around you.

Just as you were zoning out on his current conversion you heard him say your name, you put your phone down to listen to his conversation.

“y/n?” He said into the mic, implying he was asking if someone was talking about you.

Then a short pause before he responded, “she is just so great, I'm a lucky man.”

You smiled at his words, knowing that he was speaking about you so lovingly without being aware of your presence felt special.

He continued after George probably responded, “definitely, she's the one.” He sounded proud, it made you proud.

You pulled up the stream on your phone, putting it on mute. It showed you they were doing a quiz and the last question was asking whether you can see yourself getting married.

Your heart warmed at this as Arthur clicked the highest possible answer, 10/10. You were unsure what the outcome of the quiz was but you were intrigued so continued watching.

The next question read 'how attracted are you to your partner?’. Arthur didn't hesitate before clicking 10.

‘Do you and your partner argue a lot?’ He clicked a 2 and didn't say much on the matter which you liked.

‘Do you struggle being apart?’ He thought long about this one, “maybe she would have to answer this since it's only ever me being away, for YouTube you know?” He eventually clicked a, 4.

‘My partner supports me’, 9, “only not a ten because she doesn't support my crisp addiction.” Arthur said, making you chuckle.

‘How good is your sex life?’ Arthur's face blushed extremely red. George was filling it out for him and Yas and he didn't really seem to get nervous, taking it as a joke. Hill on the other hand, laughed as he was filling it out in mind of him and Chris.

Arthur made a side eye to the camera before clicking 10 and scrolling down fast. You saw the chat spam sort of uncontrollably at that, shaking your head in disbelief at his straightforwardness.

‘Is your partner liked by your friends?’ They answered this for eachother ofcourse. Concluding they hated Chris and loved Yas. George spoke up about you, “eh she's alright.” He said sarcastically.

“She looks less like a boy than I thought you would be into.” Hill piped up, joking about Arthur ‘being gay’.

Arthur rolled his eyes and selected 8.

The next few questions got a bit much into the sexual side of the relationship, discussing experimenting and more which made Arthur shut up. You could see his face getting more and more crimson.

3 more questions later and the results were in, Arthur read it out to the chat, apparently it just told the strength of your relationship. Yours was top scoring alongside Yas and George.

You thought this small segment was cute, he talked so highly of you it was lovely.

The boys began chatting as Arthur searched for a new quiz they could take. You had a sneaky plan while everyone was focused on Hill running into George's room.

Slowly, you stepped off of the bed. Slipping off your trousers and brushing your hair up into a comfortable bun.

You stepped around to the side of the green screen, now standing in view of Arthur's desk. Far away to the side so the camera couldn't see you.

Arthur sensed movement and turned his head towards you. He took a second before his eyes widened with a smile as he recognised your face.

His eyes trailed down, noticing your lack of trousers and only wearing a tank top that clung to you perfectly.

His eyes darted up to your face, his cheeks reddening again, glancing back at the screen nervously.

“Uhm.” He said his voice shaking a little. He turned off his camera and muted. Moving his headphones onto his neck.

“Hi darling, everything okay?” He said sweetly. Gosh his innocence is so pure.

You looked at him with hungry eyes, approaching him slowly. “I saw the stream, you talk very lovely about me.”

He visibly swallowed as you got closer, his posture getting tense. “I- I'm glad you… uh…” he tried to speak but fumbled with his words stupidly.

You reach close enough where you bend down a little, bring a hand to his chin and force him to look at you. He looks cute, as usual. His eyes stop darting around nervously, his fidgeting stops, he focuses.

Then you drop your hand and slowly get down to your knees. Blinking up at him through your eyelashes daringly. He swallows and nods, turning back to the stream and unmuting.

“Uh, sorry guys.. got to go.” He spoke insanely fast, rushing to shut down the live.

You heard the confused voices and saw the spam of chat coming through as he shut everything down. Placing his headphones on his desk, his chair swivelling back to where you were waiting.

“Sorry darling.” He said with a small smile, his hand coming to cup your face rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “What's all this then?”

“wanna give you a reward, you were very good to me..” you said, your voice had a sort of mystery to it. “g’nna make you feel good too.”

He grinned at your gesture, “oh sweetheart you don't have to repay me.”

His soothing warmed your soul even more, “but i wanna.” You pleaded up at him.

“hmm okay.” He chuckled lightly and removed his han from your cheek, letting you get comfy. “thank you baby.”

You nod, shuffling towards him in his chair. You reach up and bring your hands to his thighs. Running your nails up his legs teasingly.

“So cheeky.” He murmured.

Your hands reached the hem of his jumper, teasing the edges. You took your time, tantalising him with cold hands against his abs. Ghosting over the skin, making him twitch.

You ran your palms flat against his torso, sneaking up under his shirt and trailing along his ribs. His breath grew heavier, you could feel his heartbeat through his chest, speeding up.

You brought your hands back down to his lap, your palms pressing down on him making him hiss between his teeth. “Careful..” he said, his eyes dark.

Taking no longer you plunged into his joggers, wrapping your hand around his already semi-hard length and taking it out, pulling down his boxers along with his trousers, letting them pool at his feet.

He groaned at the sharp movement and friction, looking down at you holding his cock in your hand. You gently brought your thumb to the tip, swiping across the sensitive area.

Lewd noises spilled from his throat, the sensation creating beads of slick at the head. You lent down, bringing your tongue up from the base and closing your lips over him at the very top.

He rested back in his chair, watching you do the magic. One hand behind his head, the other one at his face as he bit his knuckle, trying to keep silent. “Such a good girl.” He mumbled.

You took the rest of him in your mouth, slowly lowering down. Your tongue flat against the sensitive vein on the underside of the cock making a small whimper escape his throat.

Smiling now, you bobbed your head taking in half his length. Letting yourself get used to it. He needed adjusting also, just so he didn’t immediately finish.

You hum against him before taking the whole thing, your nose brushing his hair lightly. A hand flew to your face, he never wanted to push your head all the way down but make sure you were okay.

He caressed your temple with a dinger, lightly rubbing circles as you bobbed your head faster on his sex. He murmured broken praise at you, needy and weak. “So good, so perfect.”

You hollowed your cheeks slightly, showing your appreciation causing him to babble more and more. “Fuck- all mine… such a pretty girl.”

Eventually you felt his hand become stiff at your face, his cock twitching against your tongue. You kept your rhythm, knowing what was happening.

He spilled out down your throat with a sudden loud groan, his body straightening out. You felt his warmth on your tongue, you swallowed what was left in your throat and lapped up the remainder off of his sensitive cock.

He whined at the rawness that he was left in, but nonetheless was very grateful. “Thank you darling, you are the best.” He looked at you with loving (and sleepy) eyes, wiping some of his mess off of your lips.

You helped him get his trousers back on then led him back into your bed where you could fall asleep in each other's arms.

[ghostedindigo]

helloo you said to tell you our freaky thoughts so here I am. I bet arthur is just such a good giver of cunnilingus. he could eat me all day and night ughhhh. I need to hear ur thoughts.

ughh anon ur so right!!! I can just imagine he would worship you and the ground you walk on. He's definitely someone who only gets pleasure out of seeing you pleasured and sees it as his one true duty and purpose.

I just know this man is fantastic at eating you out, he would make sure to do his research before giving you the sloppiest, messiest most beautiful head ever, he wouldn't stop until his face was glistening in your pleasure and you were writhing below him whining out his name.

He would suck your clit and mumble sweet words that vibrate into your sex, all meanwhile pumping two fingers out of you, curling up to hit your sweet spot. His other hand splayed across your stomach to keep you still and in his control.

He would absolutely look forward to eating your pussy and would do it any chance he could get. He's like a puppy the way he would beg for your pussy, he’d get so needy for it you need to either tell him off or give in to watch his eyes light up as he dives in.

He finds it a little embarrassing but sometimes he's come in his boxers just from eating you out, he can't help it but having his nose buried in your pleasure, hearing your sweet noises and tasting you gets him too pussy drunk not rut his hips into the bed.

[ghostedindigo]

WAKING UP NEEDY - Arthurtv / Reader

warnings: SMUT, dry humping, slight pup play

a/n: this is very much inspired by my w2s one shot on the valentines collection, apologies if it feels too similar.

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As you woke up, blinking the sun out of your eyes you felt a pressure coming from behind you. It wasn't unusual, your boyfriend Arthur usually stayed over on weekends.

You propped your head up on your hand and went to grab your phone from beside the bed. As you moved, Arthur's arm previously limp on your waist had wrapped around you tightly.

His hand splayed out across your torso, pulling you tightly against his chest. You let out a small noise at the sudden action and crooked your neck so you could see him behind you.

His head was buried in your nape, seemingly still stirring awake. “Hi baby.” You say gently, trying not to wake him too suddenly.

He makes a croaky groaning noise to show his acknowledgment then presses his hand lower on your stomach, forcing you to press your butt into him and become flush with him.

As he forces you to move back, you feel something standing out against the rest of his warm body embracing you. He groans again, his face burying deeper into your neck.

You giggle lightly, you've experienced his morning wood only a few times before and it was always the best, he was always messy and exhausted, such a contrast to his rager.

This was definitely something you could have fun with. At that you wriggle slightly in his grasp, feeling his length grind up against you. His whimpers graze against the shell of your ear.

“You're excited aren't you, hm?” You tease.

He tried to respond with a confused noise that ended up coming out as a whine from your manipulation.

“Cmon puppy, you can do it.” You encourage him to take what he wants.

He held your hips more steadily against his pleasure before taking control and grinding up into you. His noises were needy and fucking adorable, the way his fingernails dug into felt so possessive yet so careful.

He kept bucking up into your butt, chasing the friction he wanted so badly. “Oh- fuck…” he hissed out as his orgasm rose.

The way he panted your name in his sleepy, broken voice was enough to get you wet and desperate to please him. “Keep going baby, being such a good boy, that's it.” You tell him, lacing a hand over his as he grips handfuls of your skin.

“G’nna come-” he mumbled between moans.

You felt his actions become more possessive and aggressive. You liked that he could just get off of using your body as you lay there, encouraging him as he rutted against you like a mutt.

It didn't take very long before he finally came with a high whine, babbling incoherent swears. He collapsed onto his back, letting you go and leaving a few crescent shaped bruises against your waist.

You turned to look at him, seeing a damp spot form in his boxers formed from his release of pleasure. He looked guilty and embarrassed, trying to hide it. He's so cute, like a lost puppy.

“Well done darling, proud of you.” You say, bringing a hand to scratch the sweet spot behind his ear.

He melted into your touch, feeling comfortable and letting himself become vulnerable.

As you looked into his eyes you saw tears that stained his cheeks. He sniffled and rubbed away the wetness on his eye lashes.

“Poor thing, did you cry?”

He shook his head and looked down in shame, you brought a hand to his face and made him look up at you. “Tell me the truth, puppy.”

He hummed in response to say yes.

“Oh my sweet thing.” You took him in your embrace and held him close to you, the overstimulation from his need and the friction he had was too much for him.

You kissed his cheeks, tasting the salt against your lips. He was just so precious and sensitive you would do anything to protect him.

[ghostedindigo]

LOOK AT ME? - Arthurtv x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, comfort.

a/n: be proud of me for not turning this into smut ive been trying to write fluff for the longest time. (if you want this to be smut ill do a part 2, just lmk hehe). also lmk if I should start a taglist!

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She packed up as class ended, watching everyone filter out of the hall. She hadn't made any close friends on her course yet, but hey, it was only a month or two in.

This was her lectures done for the day, she was lucky enough to be able to just walk back to her flat that she shared with a few other uni students. Or spend the afternoon in the library, as she usually did.

There was a sort of unspoken routine with one of her flatmates, Arthur. Arthur was that one guy who she always saw in the library, he would look up from his book to acknowledge her but then ignore her for the rest of the day.

She didn't know how to feel about him, he was always clean, quiet and didn't cause any issues. But she didn't like that he never spoke to her, after all they seemed like the only ones in their flat who didn't have any friends there.

She started to feel a sort of resentment towards him for not speaking to her. She gave him opportunities like always sitting next to him in the library but never took them.

The silent ritual of sitting next to each other, short glances and no interaction had continued but today she had enough of meeting nobody to talk to. She felt lonely.

She approached the desk that they always claimed and instead of sitting down she stood across from him. “Arthur, right?”

He kept reading. What a dick. She stood there, confused for a second before he finally looked up at her. “Hi.” He said blankly.

“Nice to meet you then?” She said sarcastically. Why the fuck was he being so dry?

A small curve of his lips showed he was trying not to smile, he looked back down at his book muttering a response. “Nice to meet you too, reader.”

She hated him now. He showed no interest in even wanting to get to know her, he was sarcastic and ultimately rude.

She crossed her arms and left. She stayed awake that night, overthinking it. She’d attempt again tomorrow to find out what his problem is. She didn't know why she cared so much but she just wanted to know why. Why was he so annoying?

The next day's lecture was hard to focus on, it felt like it lasted forever like some sort of punishment. But finally she was walking back through the library doors in search of their table.

There he sat, surrounded by course work and books. Scribbling down some notes. She sat down this time, she was going to play the long game.

After about half an hour, he stopped writing to reach for some water across the table. As he did, she struck. “Let's start this off better.” She began.

He looked up at her, the same smug expression as before. She tried not to let it bother her and continued, “why don't you speak to me?”

He shrugged, looking back down at his work.

She had enough, he can't keep acting like a total prick while she was trying to be nice. She rolled her eyes, “fuck you.” She turned on her heel and left.

Although she hated him even more, a small part of her was intrigued on why. Why did he feel entitled? Nonetheless she continued the routine of showing up and sitting next to him, it was the only thing she really had going on and besides, she wasn't going to back down.

She was convinced he hated her so as a retaliation she would give him dirty looks and acted like he didn't even exist. Payback one could say.

There was a small part of her that knew that she wasn't a mean person so why was she acting like this, but it was only one boy, one arrogant asshole.

She scanned her pass to enter the library, heading to the table that was more familiar than her own bedroom. Arthur wasn't there. She smiled, finally she could focus without thinking about him every couple of minutes.

She sat down and pulled out her laptop. About 15 minutes in, a small wave of realisation washed over her that she hadn't done anything. For some reason she was so used to Arthur being there that she couldn't concentrate.

She shook off the feeling because this is what she wanted right? For him to either tell her why he won't be nice, or to leave her life.

After heading back to the flat she noticed he was already in his room. Not that they ever see each other there but it was weird. She forced herself to stop thinking about it.

The next day he was nowhere to be seen in the library yet again. She was confused and felt a small pang of worry for some reason. She couldn't quite place it so she decided it was just her issue with routines being disrupted.

On her way back home the thought of him was still lingering and when she was across the threshold of her room she couldn't help but turn on her feet and knock on his door.

She heard some rustling before he shouted “come in”, she took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing some comfier clothes than she ever saw him in, joggies and a hoodie, the room was really clean, it smelt … addictive?

She took a step in, her confidence fading at the sight of him, but her concern was overpowering anything.

“Hey.” She said,

“Close the door.” His voice sounded tired and a bit shaky, “cold.”

She did as he said and turned back, “how come you've been avoiding me?” She finally asked.

His brows knitted together, “what?” He said in disbelief.

Her cheeks went a light shade of pink, maybe she misunderstood, fuck. “I mean… I've just not seen you and I was worried like.. why?” She was speaking super fast, trying to catch up with her brain running wild.

He stared blankly before speaking slowly, “you were worried? About me?” His face looked almost concerned but his voice sounded ironic.

She doubled down and nodded, looking at her feet.

“So you came here?” He asked, still perplexed.

“I was looking for you.” She responded quietly.

He didn't know how to feel, it was obvious. She was in the same boat.

He paused, “So you came looking for me hm? What did you want?” He was teasing her, fuck sake.

“I don't even know, okay? You are such an asshole.” She said spitefully, trying to keep up the same energy she gave him every other day.

“Don't act like you hate me.” He laughed.

She glared at him, why wasn't he being mean back? Or just taking it and ignoring her?

“Seems like you care about me enough to come looking for me in my bedroom.” He shrugged.

She felt rage pump through her blood. “Stop acting like this, just so… carefree.”

“But I am” he tilted his head in a mocking way. All she wanted to do was to hit him.

She took a step forward, “stop making me look like an idiot, yes I looked for you, yes I care but fuck, I just want you to look at me and care for me.”

She felt tears well in her eyes for some reason, it was all the pent up emotions over not making friends and feeling so isolated.

She was distracted by her tears and anger that his face of worry never processed in her mind.

He stood up in front of her, still sobbing, opened his arms and brought her into a hug, pulling her close to his chest. She was still crying with her hands over her face.

He brought a hand to hold her head into his chest, the other hand rubbing her back comfortingly. He made a “shhh” noise to calm her down.

Once she was reduced to sniffles and no more tears were falling he spoke, “I'm sorry reader.” He said gently, “I promise I won't hurt you anymore.”

“But why did you ignore me?” Her voice was shaken and crackly.

He sighed, “I thought you hated me, thought you were just there to bully me but I was mistaken. I'm sorry.”

She nodded against his chest, bringing her hands away from her face and let her arms escape to hug him back.

“If I am being completely open..” she began, choosing her words wisely, “I think I've liked you for a while.”

He hesitated before pulling away just enough so he could look at her face on. “For a while?” He repeated her, trying to make the words make sense to himself.

Embarrassment crawled up her neck, worrying this was a mistake but she persevered. “Yeah,” she muttered, “since like… the beginning, when our routine started.”

“Wow, you know, I always left the seat open, saving it for you” he admitted quietly. “I just didn’t know how to talk to you without sounding stupid.”

Her brows furrowed. “You sounded stupid anyway.”

A small laugh escaped him, real this time. Not teasing or smug.

“Yeah,” he said, “I know.”

She looked at him properly, his worn hoodie, slightly messy hair, the faint crease between his brows that only showed up when he was nervous.

“You really thought I hated you?” she asked, feeling guilty for her unreasonable actions.

He nodded, “you always looked at me like you were annoyed.”

“I was annoyed,” she said exasperated, “you wouldn’t talk to me.”

“I thought you were judging me.”

They stared at each other for a second.

Then both of them laughed. He tightened his arms around her instinctively. “We’re idiots.”

“Yeah.”

A comfortable silence settled between them. It was nice, finally she was talking to someone. It felt real, safe, warm.

His hand was still resting at the back of her head. She could feel his thumb moving slightly against her hair, absentmindedly and careful, it was peaceful being here.

“I like you too,” he said finally.

She froze, “what?”

“For a while,” he added, “since you first sat down next to me.” He paused waiting for a response that didn't come so he continued. “I didn’t ignore you because I didn’t care,” he said quietly. “I ignored you because I cared too much and I didn’t want to mess it up.”

Her chest tightened, “it feels messed up…” she didn't know how to feel, this was new territory and she doesn't want it to be fucked up again.

His voice softened, “can I fix it?” his eyes flicked between hers and his fingers tightened slightly at her waist like he was expecting rejection.

“You’re not allowed to ignore me anymore,” she said, her voice more demanding.

“I won’t.”

“And you have to actually talk to me in the library.”

“I will.” His gaze dropped to her lips for just a second, it was subtle but she was aware

Her hands which had been fisted in his hoodie relaxed. She could feel how carefully he was holding her, like she could break any minute.

“You can kiss me.” she whispered before she could back down.

His eyes widened slightly. “I can?”

She huffed a breathy laugh, “yes, Arthur.”

One hand slid from the back of her head to cup her cheek instead, he was gentle. His thumb brushed just beneath her eye like he was wiping away the tears that weren’t there anymore.

“Okay,” he murmured before leaning in.

The kiss wasn't dramatic or soft; it felt like everything they wanted to say was said in that one moment. It was warm, welcoming and wanting.

Her fingers curled into his hoodie again as her eyes fluttered closed. His lips were hesitant for half a second before settling properly against hers. He exhaled against her like he’d been holding that breath for weeks.

His other hand pulled her a little closer by her lower back, just enough that there was no space between them.

As they pulled back they stood there, closely, foreheads touching, both of them smiling, stunned and quiet.

“So, library tomorrow?” He asked, laughing a little.

She smiled back at him, “yeah, but this time you’re actually going to talk to me.”

He leaned in and pressed another quick, softer kiss to her lips. “Yeah,” he said, “I am.”

And for the first time since she’d moved in, she didn’t feel lonely at all.

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You and Alfie sat on the balcony of your house. You had lived there for about a year now, it was quiet and very remote just as you loved it.

The cold British air pieced your bare skin but you were used to it. Sitting out here in your pyjamas, Alfie topless every chance he got, you didn't complain.

He leaned over from his chair, bringing a hand to your face, “open wide girl.” His thumb prompted your jaw to unlock.

He placed the joint he just finished rolling between your lips and brought a lighter to your face.

The warmth of the spark gave you goosebumps from contrast to the weather. The soft glow illuminating your face and Alfie's calloused hands.

As you inhaled, it finally lit, filling your lungs with the taste of weed. You took another draw before taking it between your fingers and passing it back to Alfie.

He smirked amused at your lipgloss left behind perfectly. He took a hit, letting it settle in him before puffing the smoke back out into the air, the smell getting stronger.

You were lucky to be in a remote enough area that no other houses could see, hear or smell anything from yours.

After 2 more rotations it was finished, Alfie stubbed out the small remainder on the ashtray between you and unraveled the remaining paper to save the roach.

A moment later when the drug was finally settling in your system he turned to you, looking you up and down hungrily, like he worshiped you.

“How you feeling eh?” His voice rough and crackling from the strain on his lungs.

You hum back a positive response, “you?”

“Getting high with my beautiful missus? Never been better.” He chuckled as he saw the stupidly cheesy smile across your face.

“Cmon girl.” He patted his lap, indicating for you to come to him.

You tilted your head but stood nonetheless, taking a step over to him. As you brought your knees up to sit either side of him, his hands instantly wrapped around your waist and lifted you easily onto him.

He placed you down so you could straddle him comfortably. His grip still firm, claiming your waist.

“Beautiful.” He muttered, running one hand up to stroke through your long silky hair, careful not to tug on it.

He leaned in to plant a soft kiss to your lips, turning your head to the slide slightly so he could begin to kiss you deeper, the movements getting more passionate, his tongue demanding entry into your mouth.

He then pulled away, looking down towards his evident hard on sitting against your core. You bit your lip hungrily, you were going to do something about that.

You reached down to lay a small hand against his length, palming him through the fabric, “such a tease” he groaned.

He pressed your hand harder against him then trailed your fingers up to his waistband. You did as you were told and pulled down his boxers, taking his dick out so you could see it.

It was thick and perfect length, always a beautiful sight for you. You swiped a finger across the raging tip causing him to let out a low groan.

He grabbed a handful of your ass suddenly making you squeal. “Let's take these off, hm?” You nodded as he worked down your trousers taking your panties off along with them.

Once you were exposed enough for him to be happy he brought a finger to your core, pressing between your folds to gather the wetness around your pussy.

He pressed into your clit softly to hear you whimper and watch you squirm. You looked at him with pleading eyes, “use your words baby, what is it you want?” He said, chuckling at the control he had.

You whined, “cmon Alf..”

He looked at you, his eyes much more hooded and red than usual, “hm?”

“Want you in me.” You finally spat out.

“Good girl, always being so polite.” He said in a sarcastic tone to wind you up. But nonetheless he lifted up your hips and positioned you above himself.

You slowly sunk down onto him with a whimper. Taking him in all the way.

He held your hips as you began to rock back and forward on him, your hands slung over his shoulders messily. He bucked up into you with the rhythm of you grinding.

It began to get messy and loud, both of you breathing heavily, his groans getting deeper and your whimpers becoming whines of need.

“Such a fucking brat.” He said between gritted teeth as he fucked into you sharply. His sex was only either romantic or aggressive and god did you live for this.

His hands still holding onto your hips pressed into your stomach harshly, looking down you could see with each thrust your belly bulging slightly.

The weed made you feel hazy and zoned out but with each time he bucked up you were brought back to reality.

“Oh Alfie- I'm.. I'm close.” You managed out between moans.

Your legs began to feel like jelly, he held you upright against him. You were no longer riding him, he was using you above him like a sex toy and fuck was it hot.

The coldness was long forgotten as the sweat beaded at his bare chest and your forehead. It was messy and sloppy and everything rough.

“Cmon girl.” He hissed, “you little slut.. gonna.. fill you up.”

At that, you felt your orgasm wash over you. With a loud whine you clenched around him, pushing him over the edge.

His hips stuttered, pushing deeper and holding you down onto him. He finished with a groan, his head lolling backwards. You felt his cock twitching as he shot his warmth deep inside of you.

You sat on his cock for a minute after as moving was too much. Your chest was moving up and down rapidly in unison to his, both of you panting, your breath visible in the cold air.

He lifted you up off of his cock with a last whimper, you felt raw and sensitive as you stood there with his pleasure dripping down you.

He hitched up both of your trousers and took you inside for some cleaning, taking great care of you and your jelly legs.

Sitting back inside of your warm house to enjoy the high that you smoked and the high from the sex.

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ARTHUR FREDRICK / CHRIS DIXON / GEORGE CLARKE / HARRY LEWIS / ALFIE BUTTLE

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Arthur Fredrick: warning: cunnilingus

As you arrive back home from your date Arthur turns to you, “you looked absolutely spectacular tonight darling.” He holds your waist, smiling, staring mischievously into your eyes.

You let out a breathy laugh, “thank you Arthur.” 

“I'd like to take care of you, how does that sound, hm?” He said, lifting you onto the bed. 

You nod, he slowly crawls up towards you, taking in the view of his gorgeous girlfriend, he runs his hands up your thighs, bringing the hem of your skirt with him. 

He gently undresses you before bringing his lips to your core. His breath teases your glistening skin but he waits no longer before licking a stripe up to your sensitive spot.

Arthur groans softly as he sucks and licks in a steady rhythm to his fingers now pumping in and out of you.

He continues this ritual until you are completely undone under his control, he finishes you off before emerging, drunk off of your pussy, face wet from your pleasure and absolutely in love.

He cleans you both up and showers you with hundreds of kisses before slipping your clothes off and getting you comfier. 

He's just glad to have made you happy.

Chris Dixon: warning: blow job

For valentines you and Chris had baked some lovely brownies and settled on watching a romance movie. Your head rested lightly against his shoulder, your thighs touching.

The film got to an intense romantic scene, you felt your breath hitch as they stripped, Chris’ heartbeat seemed to quicken.

You reached down, trailing your hand across his thigh and reached where his cock was sitting heavily in his joggers.

You palmed him, feeling him get even harder at your touch. Before you knew it you were on your knees, taking his length into your mouth as he moaned your name.

He threaded his hands though your hair, aiding you with sucking him off. You took your time, licking stripes from his tip down the sensitive vein on the underside.

You felt him twitch moments before he finished, you popped off his dick and lapped up the remainder of the mess. He kissed you passionately then returned the favour like a real gentleman.

George Clarke: warning: sex

You and George have had a spectacular night in, you cooked and played some fun games before settling down on the couch. 

“You look like an angel.” He says, his calloused hands coming up to brush some hair out of your face. 

He leans in and kisses you hungrily, it was slow but passionate and needy. He slowly breaks away, forehead against yours, “shall we?” He said with an evil smile.

“We shall.”

He carries you into the bedroom where you strip each other from all your clothing, tossing it aside, forgotten. 

His attention is turned to your breasts, he takes one in his mouth, the other is getting attention from his hand, teasing your nipples. 

He continues to worship your body before finally entering you with a thrust, you now in unison, he knows from his sheer size he could tear you apart but he wants to be gentle.

He holds your thighs up either side of him and starts to thrust, finally bottoming out. It doesn't take long for you to be calling his name and him spilling into you messily.

You both collapse next to each other, heaving for air, fingers tangled together and a matching smile. 

Harry Lewis: warning: dry humping

You woke up being spooned by your boyfriend as you usually slept. You stretched and reached for your phone but you felt him hold you closer, his hands tightening around your waist.

You turned over your shoulder to see him slowly waking up. “Hi baby.” You say gently.

He makes a sleepy groaning noise and pulls you closer again. This time you feel it. He has woken up with a raging boner. It makes you giggle as it presses against your butt.

“Excited, hm?” You tease him. He responds with a confused noise that turned into a whimper because at that second your butt grinded against him.

His hands find themselves more securely at your hips, helping you grind against his length. It was a weird feeling, rubbing your ass against him but gosh was he getting off on it. His noises were addictive and whiney. 

The way he panted your name in his sleepy, broken voice was enough to get you off.

It didn't take very long before he finally came, creating a damp spot in his boxers and against you. But you didn't care, this was only foreshadowing the rest of your valentines. 

Alfie Buttle: warning: cannabis + sex

You and Alfie sat on the balcony of your house. It was quiet and very remote. The cold British air was piercing your skin. 

You were both wearing pyjama bottoms, him no top, you in a cami. You had goosebumps from the temperature but the joint he just passed warmed you up a little.

You took a hit, leaving your lip gloss behind before passing it back to Alfie in a rotation. 

After a couple more hits it was finished, Alfie stubbed out the ash and saved the roach. He turned to you, looking you up and down like a starving man.

“Cmon girl.” He indicated for you to sit on his lap. You did as he said and straddled him on his chair. 

He stroked a hand through your hair softly and planted a kiss to your lips. He then reached down, taking his dick out of his boxers and indicated for you to remove your bottoms, you pulled them down enough to sink down onto him. 

With a moan you took him all the way. He held your hips and helped you ride him, it was messy and fast. You were used to this aggressive sex it was what you lived for. 

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Arthur Fredrick: 

You collapsed on the grass in a chaotic scene of laughter. Arthur copying you. As you lay there heaving to regain your breath you both admired the beauty of the seaside.

You took in the amazing sunset, the sound of the waves crashing to the shore, the salty taste of the air and the feeling of the uncut grass beneath you.

Arthur laced his hands in yours, holding you. “Today was beautiful” he said softly.

You agreed, today was spectacular. Spending the day at the seaside with your boyfriend, reading, eating, playing games, it was peaceful. It was a perfect day. 

He rolled over onto his stomach and pressed a kiss to your cheek lovingly, “ I wouldn’t want to spend my day any differently, I love you.”

“I love you too Arthur.” 

Chris Dixon:

As you stirred awake you caught sight of Chris, already sitting at his computer. You made a sleepy groan which caught his attention. He glanced over at you smiling, “morning darling.”

“Mm why r’you working ‘lready?” You asked, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

He was already engrossed in his computer again, “just getting stuff over and done with so I can spend today with my beautiful girlfriend.” He typed fast on his computer.

“Hmm fine.”

You woke up properly and slipped on some clothes, brushing your teeth and grabbing something to eat. You returned back to find him still on the computer. “Babyyyy.” 

He turned with the look of a parent telling off a toddler. “Yes darling.”

You walked further towards him with your hands behind your back. He got the hint and swivelled his chair out from under the desk and let you sit on his lap. Your back faced the computer, hugging him like a koala.

“Perfect.” You sigh out, letting yourself relax in a sort of hugging position. He chuckled at your clingyness, but managed to peer over your shoulder and finish his busy stuff.

George Clarke:

You and George were in the kitchen, dimmed lights, jazz music playing and your homemade pizzas in the oven. As you waited for the timer to finish George turned up the music.

He held a hand out dramatically, as you took it he pulled you into some sort of silly dance. You joined in.

Throughout the 10 minutes it took for the oven to beep you had managed to make up a weird choreography and then took some time to slow dance.

It was peaceful, full of laughter and stupidity. But it was safe and enjoyable. You were able to be vulnerable around George and that was the beauty of your relationship.

One hand in yours and the other on your hip as he guided you in a waltz around the kitchen island. You laughed as you stepped on his foot and messed up the rhythm making him trip slightly.

It was a memory that seemed so insignificant but felt beautiful and would be something to look back on for years to come.

Harry Lewis:

You heard the front door open as Harry arrived home, it was late but he was at a sidemen shoot so it was expected. “Hi honey!” You shout through to tell him to come through to the bedroom where you were.

He stumbles through and throws his bags and jacket aside. “Hiya gorgeous, missed you.” He crawled across the bed to where you were sat up, nestled in half the pillows in the house.

You opened your arms and let him crawl in between your legs. He flopped down onto your chest and held you tightly. “So tired.” He mumbled as you ran a hand through his hair,

“It’s okay darling, just sleep.” You said gently, holding him against your chest as you cuddled him like a child.

He mumbled something incoherent before passing out against you. He let himself become so vulnerable around you it was beautiful. You watched as his breath rose and fell from him. You trailed circles on his shoulders, keeping him at peace.

Alfie Buttle:

You and Alfie decided to go out for a camping trip. There you were sat in front of a roaring bonfire, wearing hiking boots, little shorts and Alfie’s hoodie. With a blanket spanning across your chair to Alfie’s. 

He was poking at the fire like a caveman, throwing in anything that wasn’t valuable to him. The night was beautiful, the moon shone through the clearing of the trees, the smell of the burning wood and the crackling of the fire felt welcoming and warm. Almost burning your cheeks.

You and Alfie had had an adventurous day of walking and building this little campsite for you too. It was great, it was beautiful. 

Alfie put a hand on your thigh over the blanket, rubbing circles with his thumb as a way to show his affection. You turned to smile at him, he met your gaze and pressed a small kiss to your lips.

“Thank you.” He said, “for today, it was beautiful.”

It was a lovely thing especially coming from Alfie, it felt real and appreciative.

“I loved today aswell.” You responded, taking in the environment you were sitting in. What a lovely moment to share.