The front door felt a lot heavier than usual as you pushed it open. Your feet ached, your brain was buzzing with leftover adrenaline, and all you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep for three days. You’d just finished a shoot day that had dragged on three hours longer than scheduled, leaving you completely drained both mentally and physically.
The flat was surprisingly quiet as you walked through to the kitchen and living room with the area being left the same as when you left this morning minus the odd cup and plate on the side. however, the mountain of shoes by the door confirmed that all three boys were home.
As you approached the bedroom you shared with George, a muffled, distorted voice drifted through the door. You’d completely forgotten he had a stream scheduled for tonight, but you were far too tired to care about being ‘camera-ready’ or avoiding the background.
You pushed the door open slowly, expecting to see him locked in a focused on a reacts video with one of his many friends or trying out a new game that his fans had begged him to play. Instead, you found George sitting in his gaming chair with his face hilariously distorted. His cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel, his eyes were watering from the effort, and he was currently struggling to shove another marshmallow into his mouth.
"Chuh-bbee Bunn-eee..." George managed to grunt, the words barely intelligible as he tried to fit the sweet into his mouth and not dribble all over himself.
He caught your reflection in the monitor, turning his head slowly to look at you. A stray bit of white marshmallow fluff was stuck to his bottom lip, making the sight even more ridiculous. On his second monitor, the chat was moving so fast it was a total blur of "LOL" and frantic comments mocking him that he was defiantly not going to have a girlfriend after this.
“Oh, George,” you sighed, as a tired, breathless laugh escaping your throat. You didn’t ask why he was doing it, nor how long he’d been at it; you just shook your head, your eyes half-closed in a mix of amusement and fatigue.
Ignoring the thousands of viewers watching the interaction and George with his shocked face, you grabbed your pyjama's from the bed and headed into the en-suite bathroom. You scrubbed off your makeup, let your hair down, and changed into soft, comfortable clothes that being a pair of short and George's tops.
When you returned, George was still battling the marshmallows, his focus unwavering. You slipped into bed, hoping to stay out of the camera’s frame, and let the exhaustion take over without being disturbed.
Just as you were drifting off, you felt the bed dip as George climbed over towards you to kiss your cheek, he whispering a soft, “I love you, have a good sleep my girl” into the quiet room.
“Love you more, Georgie” you mumbled back with a small smile on your face, your voice thick with sleep.
As you finally fell into a deep rest, the last thing you heard was George’s low, quiet voice as he turned back to his chat, debating which ridiculous challenge he should tackle next.
Night Out
You had been invited out for a much needed and overdue night out with the girls them being Liv, Faith, Flo, Sabina, and Becky. it had been a couple weeks since you had all seen each other and your plans had finally made it out of the groupchat.
You’d left George at home earlier that day, where he’d been buried in footage and meetings, hoping to get a new video edited and uploaded by tomorrow.
By the time you stumbled back through the door at one in the morning, your head was spinning slightly from the amount of alcohol that you had consumed, and you fully expected him or more like hoping to be tucked up in bed.
After successfully wrestling your shoes off and leaving them in a heap, you made your way toward the bedroom. You pushed the door open, only to find the room bathed in the familiar, cool blue glow of his monitors. George was still live, his energy surprisingly high despite the long hours he had worked today.
“Hi, Georgie,” you chirped, a tired but happy smile plastered on your face when you saw your favourite person. He spun around in his chair, his expression softening into an amused grin the moment he saw you.
“Hello, poppet. Did you have a good time with the girls?” he asked, his eyes tracking you as you wandered over and settled yourself right onto his lap. You didn't care about the stream; you just wanted to be close to him.
“It was brilliant. I missed them so much,” you murmured, resting your head heavily on his shoulder and pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. George nudged you gently, gesturing toward the screen. “Say hi to chat,” he prompted.
You tilted your head up to look at the lens, squinting slightly at the brightness. “Hello, chat! I hope you’re all making fun of him and keeping him humble tonight,” you said. It was a rare moment of direct interaction from you as you normally lingered in the background leaving George to it, and the viewers immediately lost their minds, the chat scrolling at a terminal velocity.
user121: George is literally blushing rn user021: Oh, she is absolutely wasted lol user444: please!! she needs to be in more streams
You stayed there for a while, tucked into his chest as he reacted to videos sent in by his community on socials.
About half an hour later, the warmth and comfort of being close to George followed by the long day had finally caught up to you. George looked down and noticed your features had gone soft and relaxed; he knew you were seconds away from passing out right there in his arms.
Realizing you’d end up with back problems in the morning if he let you sleep in the position on his lap any, he paused his stream momentarily. “I’ll be right back, guys,” he told the mic. He gently helped you stand, guiding you through the hazy process of taking off your makeup and swapping your dress for one of his oversized t-shirts. Once you were tucked safely under the covers, he pressed a final kiss to your forehead before heading back to finish his night knowing it will only last ten extra minutes before joining you.
Shock Horror
You and George had been dating for about eight months when you decided it was finally time to take your first holiday together. His fans were still adjusting to the relationship as he had only recently confirmed it on stream after a stray photo started circulating around socials, and he’d wanted to get ahead of the rumors before the internet took it too far. With both of your schedules finally clear, you decided to book everything before work could interfere.
You were currently in the living room with Arthur and Chris, perched on the sofa with your laptop balanced on your knees. George was tucked away in his room, and you were under the impression he was in a serious meeting with his editors.
You were busy navigating flights, hotels, and excursions, trying to cross-reference the meticulous list you’d made the night before. Arthur and Chris were trying to be helpful, but their constant bickering over seat assignments and hotel breakfast options was starting to make you overstimulated, it came to the point of the bickering that you hoped they knew this holiday for both you and George only.
Frustrated by the chaos of the two men, you stood up and headed for George’s room, hoping he could provide the quick decision making the other two lacked.
You knocked briefly and pushed the door open without waiting for an answer. He turned in his chair as you walked in, looking slightly startled. “Can I have your passport? Also, please help me with this,” you said, sounding a bit frazzled. “The boys are driving me mad and I just want to get this booked.”
George froze, looking from you back to his monitor. Your eyes followed his gaze, and your heart dropped when you realized the "meeting" was actually a live broadcast—and you had walked right into the center of the frame. You let out a tiny gasp and practically dove behind the door to hide yourself, your face flushing a deep crimson.
George quickly toggled his camera off and muted the mic, chuckling at your panicked reaction. “Hey, darling, don’t worry about it. Come here,” he said, beckoning you over. You crept back in, staying carefully out of the camera's line of sight, your eyes still wide with shock. “No one is saying anything bad, I promise. They’re just laughing because they know the boys are useless.”
He kissed your forehead to calm your nerves and then toggled the camera back on, revealing his face to the thousands of waiting viewers who were already clipping the moment and sharing it all on TikTok and the comment section of the stream.
“Chat, give me one minute. The Mrs needs some assistance,” he told them with a smirk. He took your laptop and expertly navigated through the booking forms, finishing the task in seconds. He handed the computer back to you with a cheeky, triumphant smile.
“Thank you,” you whispered, still a bit red-faced from the accidental debut. You beat a hasty retreat back to the living room, leaving George to explain the interruption to an incredibly excited chat.
Can I pls request a Christmassy fic with George Clarke where reader fears that he may miss coming home for Christmas, because he is so busy with work. But he ends up surprising her?
Home for christmas -George clarkey
words: 1.1k+
warnings: mild anxiety.
summary: unexpectedly your boyfriend has to leave for a trip and with just a few days till christmas he gets stuck at the airport in a snowstorm. will he make it home in time to celebrate with you and his family?
notes: happy christmas eve girlies! i hope you have the best day tomorrow whether you celebrate or not💝. love you all and enjoy!!🤭🎄 (don’t forget to reblog!)
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You lay in bed, the room almost pitch black other than the city lights shining through your curtains.
Warm, peaceful and wrapped in your boyfriend's arms you almost drifted off before he interrupted the silence.
"I'm leaving next week for a sidemen video," he blurted out.
You opened your eyes and turned over, resting your hands on his chest, now facing him.
"What day? For how long?" You asked quickly.
He sighed. "The twentieth-"
"The twentieth?!" You thought you'd heard him wrong, surely he wouldn't go on a trip five days before christmas when you're supposed to be driving to his family's home on the twenty third.
"Yeah, I know, but It'll only be for two nights. I'll be back before we leave. I promise," he attempted to reassure you.
"The airports are gonna be packed George. What if your flight gets cancelled or you get held up at security or-"
"y/n?" He made you look at him.
You took a deep breath. "Mhm?"
"Everything's gonna be fine." He smiled reassuringly.
You sighed and plopped your head down on his chest.
"I'm sorry. I can't get out of it, there's no other time they can do it, everyone's pissed off about it."
"I can imagine," you groaned.
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The next week consisted of hot chocolates, wrapping your last presents, christmas movies and packing ready for the four days you're spending with George's family over christmas.
You'd tried not to stress yourself out about Georges trip and instead focused on other christmassy things.
The day eventually arrived and George had to leave early so he quietly grabbed his bag, kissed you goodbye and left.
You watched him leave your room and after a few minutes of silence you heard the front door close.
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The first day without George was spent getting glam for a christmas shoot you were doing for your friend's small business—she sells the best dresses and you love promoting them.
After getting photos you were happy with you decided not to waste the makeup you'd spent an hour on so you called Liv and Flo and asked if they wanted to go get dinner.
As usual, they were happy too so you got changed and headed to the restaurant Flo had suggested.
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"Hi!" Florence squealed when she saw you.
You shared a hug before sitting down.
Liv arrived minutes later and you all ordered some drinks.
"So," Liv began, "Isaac told me George flew to Poland this morning for a sidemen vid? The fuck is he doing that for right before christmas?"
"What?!" Flo looked to me, clearly having not heard about George's whereabouts.
You sighed. "I only found out about it last week. He promised he'll be back before we leave so I'm just praying that nothing goes wrong and he sticks to his word," you explained.
"He better." Liv shook her head before taking another sip of her drink.
Dinner was a good distraction from your anxiety about George's flight.
You hate when he leaves at the best of times though right now it's just the most inconvenient timing.
"Bye girls, have an amazing christmas." You smiled and hugged the both of them.
"You too. And everything's gonna be fine, George isn't one to let anyone down, let alone you," Flo reassured you.
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The next day you had your family over to exchange presents and by the end had a bag for George of the ones he wasn't here to open—your mums obsessed with him.
That night you took a long, hot shower, lathered yourself in body cream, put on your fav christmas pyjamas and put on a movie.
An hour in to the film your phone rang with a call from your boyfriend.
You smiled and answered it, hoping to hear that George was about to get on the plane.
"Hey," he began cautiously.
Your smile dropped.
"What's wrong?" You asked, immediately sensing the tension in his voice.
"Uhm," he cleared his throat, "my flights delayed-"
"What?!" You yelled through the phone.
"There's just some snow on the track so all they need to do is clear it up and we'll be on our way, everything's fine," he attempted to reassure you.
"Are you fucking kidding me George?! I get that you can't control the weather but you still went and you took the risk of not being here for christmas!" You finally exploded.
"I know," he replied, defeated.
A tear slid down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away.
"Whatever George. I'm going to bed."
"I'll call you as soon as it gets sorted out. I love you."
You sighed. "Mhm, love you."
You put the phone down and let out a deep sigh.
It was all just so frustrating, this time of year is supposed to be spent with the people you love but George's nowhere to be found.
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The next morning you woke up to your alarm blaring through your room.
You sleepily reached over to your phone and turned it off, you also noticed there still wasn't any messages from George.
Instead of thinking about it too hard and stressing yourself out you got up, sat at your desk and started doing some of the work you need to get done before christmas.
Though you struggled to focus you managed to finish your project, which meant you're now done for the next week.
Just as you closed the laptop and stood up you heard the front door to your apartment click open.
Your first thought was that someone was breaking in, since you hadn't even had a message from George yet so you went out to check.
But thankfully it wasn't someone breaking in, it was your boyfriend.
Your eyes widened and it took you a second to process him being stood in front of you before you were running into his arms.
He caught you with a "hmf."
"Hey," he whispered.
You leaned back enough to look at him. "I thought you weren't gonna make it."
"I had a promise to keep," he smiled.
You breathed out a laugh before kissing him.
He melted into the kiss, placing his hand around your neck and holding you there gently.
"Why didn't you text me?" You asked breathlessly.
"Wanted to surprise you," he replied softly.
You shook your head, smiling. "Well I'm definitely surprised, and relieved."
"I'd never miss spending christmas with you love."
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Hi! This is my first time requesting anything so I hope I'm doing this right, was wondering if u could do some george hcs of being his gf while he plays in the charity match? Thank you xx
thank you so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy:)))), a bit suggestive at the end..... more coming soon;)
poor baby is so nervous in the weeks leading up to it
"i would've rather them ask me the day of." "you wouldn't have been prepared." "I genuinely couldn't care less about preparation; the suspense is killing me."
He's dialled in every second, whether that be the sidemen Instagram or the whatsapp group chat
"you do know they've already announced you, right?" "yes, darling, but what if they change their mind or something???"
and you better believe when the fellas streamed discussing the lineup, he had it, volume blasting, on your bedroom tv, knee bouncing.
"you're going to be riding that bench mate," "shut the fuck up, Christopher."
chris and arthur give him so much shit for how he's acting
"arthur, you weren't even invited. you're not a part of this!!!" "Bit harsh, mate, no?" "They're scared they'll hurt your ever-so-fragile ego if they don't invite you back." "alrighty then..."
practically begs them and you despite your plans with the other wags to let you be there on training day.
"she'll be well behaved, simon, i promise." "i don't think I'm the one they're worried about..." "we'll bring the leash just in case," "STOP FORCING THE PET PLAY NARRATIVE, GEORGE CLARKE."
he has an eye on you the entire day, introduces you to everyone you haven't met yet, and makes sure you see all the defending he does or the goals he makes. Clearly in search of much-needed validation
"is this your missus, clarkey?" "oh yeah, ginge, this is [name], my wife."
scoffing, you hold up your ringless hand, "that's news to me."
"did you see that, holy shit," he says in a pile of limbs on the grass, "I did, yes, but lets not kill ourselves before you've even touched the pitch."
all of a sudden, the morning of match day, he wakes you up dressed in his Sidemen FC zip-up, feeling scarily indifferent about being in front of millions, playing with some of the biggest social media stars.
he kisses your cheek before stepping out for team breakfast. "are you sure you're okay?" two nights prior he was quite anxious about the crowd or disappointing anyone, but now he's just chill.
"im fine, baby, excited but im not freaking out anymore," he shrugs toying with his vlog camera settings, "Well, I've got breakfast with liv and sab in a bit, text me okay?"
You receive a kiss on the corner of your mouth, followed by a salute, and he's off
Throughout the time before the match, you're shooting him endless messages of encouragement and well-wishes, he's quick with thank you's and assurances that he's okay, just footie with his mates, he insists
The crowd erupts with screams during their walkouts, you're aware of the amount of support your friends and boyfriend receive on the internet, but the energy in the stadium seemed to be something otherworldly.
He was benched for a bit, but when he was out there, he made his presence known. Anxiety and pride are the only things you find yourself feeling
especially the ladder when he scored his goal, despite his doubts that he'd be able to do so.
Once the celebrations calm down, one of the girls speaks up, "Someone's getting it tonight," with wagging brows. you don't answer, but the irrepressible smirk on your face says everything you refuse to.
Before you know it, it's over. The match goes into penalties for the first time ever, unfortunately, Sidemen FC loses because of one missed penalty.
There are no hard feelings as 4.7 million pounds and counting was raised and split among three charities. Unless Chris, Deji, and Danny's bragging rights are brought up
You find him in the showers after most everyone's left to change and freshen up for the afterparty. He's a sight with his towel hanging low on his hips, seemingly typing up a text; it takes a lot of restraint not to jump on him right there.
your phone chimes with his notification, he smiles when he finds your eyes, "Don't go getting any ideas, i don't think i'd like to be banned from Wembley." you scoff, jokingly offended, "how dare you assume I'm thinking inappropriately, just wanted to see my man,"
"told you id meet you in the lobby. you're very impatient," simple words, his pretty eyes, and a hand squeezing your hip have all words dying on your tongue
They quickly return when his wet hair soaks both your neck and top. "George," you gasp, doing your best to put space between the two of you, not really caring when you fail and are lifted up onto the communal sinks, "Now whos getting ideas?"
౨ৎ summary : reader deals with anxiety struggles with having a boyfriend in the spotlight
౨ৎ warnings : panic attack, alcohol
౨ৎ notes : this is so bad but i need to get back into the routine of posting !!
“i don’t have to-“
“it will only be for five minutes,” you squeezed your boyfriend’s hand, “i’m sure I’ll learn to survive.” you joked to try and hide how anxious you were feeling, letting chris stare at you for a few seconds before he gives you a kiss on the forehead.
“I won’t be long.” he promised, squeezing your hand one last time before turning to his group of friends that were being swarmed by fans in the small pub. the herd moving towards them jostled you around, knocking the wind from you slightly.
you turned and started to fight your way through the crowd, the sweat beginning to prickle on ur back. you had been anxious since you woke up, it was just one of those days, but you were determined that it wouldn’t ruin your day. even though all day, you had been pushed to your limits.
right now, you just wanted to get home.
just as you got to the door, and almost out of the crowd, a group of men barged right by you. you stumbled to the wall, hitting your hip against a table. you hissed, and tears began to form as you turned to the pair at the table and apologised yet only received dirty looks in advance.
“y/n?” a female voice called out, and you sighed in relief at the sight of becky. “are you okay?” the question made everything suddenly bubble up. with your best effort you choked it back down and simply shook your head and exited the pub, not caring who you barged by.
soon as you were out you leaned against the wall, crouching down and putting ur head in ur hands. you needed to get a grip. your boyfriend and his friends would be coming out any second and they couldn’t see you looking like this. “hey, hey, hey. look at me.”
you felt a comforting arm around you and you looked up at becky, who smelled of beer and perfume. “what’s wrong, sweetie?” she rubbed your back and you opened your mouth, but with the slight quiver of ur chin you quickly shut it up. she stood you up so she could give you a proper hug, hiding your face from the door so no one would see you.
you took deep breaths in, smelling her perfume and the fresh air and finally managing to calm your nerves again. “sorry, i swear I’m like mentally stable I just can’t with all of-“ you waved your hand to the pub to finish your sentence, “it just all bubbled up a bit there.”
the woman nodded, pulling away and holding ur hand. “anxiety?” she questioned, and you looked away from the pub to her. you almost lied but with the slight tightening she gave ur hand u nodded. “do you want me to get chris?”
“no, I’m fine, honestly. let him finish up.” you lifted ur head, trying to let your eyes dry by slightly rubbing them with ur finger to try and not smear ur makeup. “so, does it look like I just almost had a nervous breakdown in a pub?”
becky laughed, and you smiled a little as the tension eased down in your body a little. “only a little, but no one will notice. you just look a little tipsy.” she smiled at you, “i’m gonna go see where chris is,” she put a finger up before u could interrupt, “you’re not gonna burden him. now, do u wanna come inside or wait here?”
you waited a moment, sniffled then accepted your fait. “I’ll wait out here.” you mumbled, smiling a little once she turned and headed back into the noisy pub. you sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself, hoping that you never bothered chris and at the same time thanking becky for being your saviour.
“babe?” a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts, an arm coming around your shoulders to lean you into his chestas you moved transfixed gaze from the road to the familiar blonde that was studying your face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“
“never mind that,” he quickly interrupted, pulling off his jacket and putting it around you. “are you okay?” he questioned. you didn’t answer, the quivering lip did it all for you. you didn’t wanna break down here, but the look he gave you made it almost un preventable “do you want to talk about it now or wait till we’re home?”
“home.”
chris nodded, “the taxi i called before should be here any minute. becky said that she loves you and message her tomorow or call.” he rubbed your arm, afraid to let you go again. you nodded, still too afraid to speak.
“y/n!” a male voice cheered as your friends came out of the pub, “you dissapeared.” arthur hill commented, then stumbled back and almost lost his footing. you giggled, leaning further into your boyfriends chest as you tried to hide the slight quiver from the heavy feeling in your chest.
george caught him, luckily, just as your taxi approached. “okay, who’s coming home?” chris questioned as half the group had already started walking away, on to the next pub. “i think i need a nightcap.” arthur grabbed george, “goodnight lovebirds!”
the man walked away in a fit of giggles, finding the joke funnier than it was. you shock your head, a small smile on your face. “stay safe, if you guys need anything I’ll stay up for you lot.” you called out as chris opened the door for you, keeping a hand on ur back as u waved to his friends before sliding into the back seat.
you laid your head on chris’s shoulder while he placed a firm hand on your thigh, lazily stroking it with his thumb as he made small talk with the driver on the way to your flat. every so often he would place a faint kiss on the side of ur head, and you had to fight the tears threatening to spill out.
— — —
the flat door locked behind chris, and it was if all those deep breaths had been for nothing because with the safety net of ur boyfriend, you felt everything rising up again. “I’m gonna go get water out for the boys.” you muttered, but chris quickly intervened.
“I’ll do it, just go and get something comfy on and I’ll be in a second.” he placed a kiss on ur forehead again, turning into the kitchen and grabbing some water, medicine and a quick snack they could have before bed to hopefully sober them up a bit.
you hummed, too tired to let out any more noise as you trudged along to his room. you quickly threw ur nice clothes into the hamper and put on a pair of ur shorts and one of chris’s hoodies. you then brushed and messily braided ur hair, and by the time you finished it off with a hair tie chris had came back.
“you ready to talk yet, darling?” he placed two hands on ur waist, and you sighed while letting your hands drop, leaning into him as if you were dead weight. he held you up as you wrapped your arms around him.
“what’s got you so upset?” he asked and finally, it all came crashing down. you began to cry as you mumbled out an explanation, all while he rubbed ur back and hummed as if he understood you’re jumbled up sentences.
eventually he pulled away, guiding you to sit down on the bed. “it’s okay, babe. i’m here, okay?” he wiped the tears from under your eyes, placing a firm kiss on your head once again before pulling away. “take a deep breath, then tell me what’s wrong.”
you nodded, inhaling and exhaling before finally starting again. “it just all got too much, its like I woke up with a weight on my chest and it just built up and built up and now i feel like im drowning and i can’t save myself.” the explanation was dramatic, but it was the best way to describe how you felt.
“sometimes the crowds, and the fans just push me over the edge.” you finally admitted, casting your eyes down as if you had disappointed him. chris frowned, “i’m so—“
“no.” you quickly cut him off, “don’t apologise for your success. it’s not your fault, it’s not anybody’s.” you rationalised, “but it’s just sometimes that contributes to my anxiety, but so does breathing so don’t blame yourself for that.”
chris smiled a little, “i was gonna apologise for not noticing sooner. i would never apologise for that, I mean look at this charming smile, how could i not be famous?” he placed a hand on his face as he gave a toothy smile, and you giggled at the stupid action.
“look, i’m glad you told me eventually but you know that you can tell me anything, anytime, anywhere, okay? you’re my number one priority.” he grabbed ur hand, and you nodded. “nothing will ever come in the way of that.”
you let our a sigh of relief, wiping your eyes again and nodding. chris stood up while continuing to talk, “you’re never gonna be a burden to me,” he added on as he grabbed your makeup wipes and began to wipe ur face, gently just as you had showed him before.
“except that one time you got your period on valentines, that was a burde—“ chris’s bad joke was interrupted by you smacking his chest, a laughing erupting from him which made you giggle and shake your head. “only joking, lovely.”
he grinned at the sight of you cheering up, finishing up taking off your makeup then putting the wipes in the bin. “now, why don’t we watch a movie while we wait on our idiot roommates to come home?”
if you sit on his face, he’s not coming back from it.
his favourite place. he lives for it. hands on your thighs like he’s praying. letting you grind down, take from him - moaning into you, grabbing at you like he needs it to breathe.
if you try to pull away, he’ll literally whine. “no no, c’mon, i’m not done. not letting you go yet.”
he has a very specific tone of voice when he's about to lose it.
it’s low. raspy. almost stunned.
you’ll say something soft - like “you feel so good inside me” - and he’ll let out this helpless, broken:
“...you’re gonna fuckin’ end me.”
and then proceed to absolutely rail you because he cannot physically cope.
his aftercare is disguised as sarcasm but it’s so clearly love.
he’ll be wiping sweat off your chest with his t-shirt like, “look what you’ve done to me. i’m knackered. tou’ve actually killed me.”
but then he’s pulling you into his arms, whispering “you alright, baby?” and stroking your hair for ten minutes straight.
sometimes he just stares at your body like it’s ruined him.
like mid-sex, he’ll pause. hands on your hips. breathing hard.
and go: “look at you. you’re unreal. i’m losing my fuckin’ mind here.”
rvery time he sees you fall apart underneath him, it’s like the first time - wonderstruck, wrecked, obsessed.
big praise kink.
xalls you “gorgeous,” “so good for me,” “my perfect girl” while he’s inside you. whispers it like it’s sacred.
even when he’s wrecking you, he’s still soft underneath — still in awe of you.
and if you praise him? game over. whimpering into your skin, absolutely ruined by a “you feel so good, baby.”
talks during sex. constantly.
he narrates everything. what he’s doing to you. what you’re doing to him. how good you feel.
low, breathy praise in your ear like, “so tight around me, fuck. you love it, don’t you?”
but also ridiculous shit like “say you missed me. nah, say it properly or I’m stopping.”
(he can't bring himself to stop.)
he’ll fully break character when you moan his name.
like yeah, he talks a big game. sarcastic. cocky.
but the moment you whimper “george…” in that ruined, breathless tone?
he’s gone. can’t breathe. whispers a stunned “fuckin’ love when you say that” and starts fucking you deeper, harder - like he’s trying to bury himself in the sound of it.
will help you out when you’re needy just to hear you beg.
he catches you squirming against him and grins slow like, “what’s that? something you need?”
won’t give it to you at first. teases with his fingers - ghosting over your underwear, kissing your neck.
“yse your words, sweetheart. wanna hear you ask for it.”
and the moment you say “please”? he’s already between your legs, murmuring, “that’s my girl.”
