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Love love the arthur lingerie fic. What about george version
i've been waiting for this to come in simply so i could write something smutty for george...
CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.
george is a sucker for lingerie.
granted; he'd always tell her that she could wear a stained, faded and ratty-looking t-shirt, with holes in the armpits, and he would still find her to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
in the beginning few months of seeing one another, finding out what each others turn ons were, their love-making started off sweet and soft and they would always plan ahead and it would happen in the most sensual way... like it was something written in a romance novel.
yn would always present herself nicely. she would dress nice, she would spray her perfume on her neck, she made sure she had matching underwear on (that didn't have holes in or elastic hanging loose from the waistband). he always made sure he had a clean room with clean bedsheets on his bed, a candle burning to give the room a relaxing feel and a lovely smell and that everything was within arms distance so he didn't have to leave the bed.
but now?
a year and a half into their relationship, having sex was never made into a big deal. not much anymore. the nights they spent together were spent being lazy on the sofa in her flat (because he was always surrounded by the two arthurs and chris and neither of them could have privacy with them around), eating meals from their take-out, binge-watching a television show that they were in the middle of watching.
their 'motto' being if it happens then it happens.
but every now and then, to keep their love and their romance alive, they would have a night dedicated to them. birthdays were always guaranteed, anniversaries always ended up with them in bed, but on the nights when they just wanted to feel close to one another, she would always surprise him by wearing a new set of lingerie...
she's fresh from the shower.
having given herself an 'everything shower' - she washed her hair, she deeply scrubbed her face, she shaved her legs and exfoliated her skin so she was soft to the touch, she got rid of every inch of body hair she could find and managed to do so without nicking any of her skin - she changed into the new set of lingerie once she was completely dried off, letting the lace perfectly cup her breasts and sitting low on her pubic bone, knowing that she had an eager george waiting for her on the other side of the door.
she gave him the task of making the room feel ready and that is just what he did; he lit their wax-burners and put in a relaxing scent so it emitted smells so relaxing and soft, the flickering of the flames being enough light to fill the room, curtains drawn shut and he'd even gone as far as scattering rose petals upon the bed to show the romantic side to him.
she opens the door, the bathroom light flooding into the room for just a moment, sliding her finger down the switch and turning off the light and closing the door behind her, exposed to his wandering eyes and she can already feel her cheeks heating up.
"i can feel you staring."
"can you blame me?" he questions her, looking from his phone screen and making eye contact with her as she stood in the middle of the room, locking the gadget in his hand and placing it down on the table by his bedside, "you're so gorgeous."
she takes in his appearance; stretched out down the bed with tousled hair that he hadn't really dealt much with that day, a fringe almost forming from how he hadn't styled his hair like normal, his facial hair looking a lot more desirable to her than normal, wearing nothing but a deep teal t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts that peeked out from the hem of his tee, no socks on his feet (because he'd worn her slippers all day and refused to take them off), his ankles crossed at the end of the bed.
he takes in her appearance; a lilac-coloured, made from lace, lingerie set on her figure with her hair still damp but not completely sodden with water, painting her skin with droplets of water that glistened in the light of the candles flickering. and she smelt delicious and she looked fresh, a nervous smile on her lips as she looked at him.
"is this all for me?"
he smirks at his own question because he already knows the answer; her coming out in matching underwear was almost a given when they chose to switch off from the outside world and spend all evening in bed.
"you know it's for you, idiot."
"don't speak to me like that, baby."
she rolls her eyes playfully and he pushes himself up on the bed, the pillow squishing between his back and the headboard of the bed behind him, duvet scrunching up with his movements and she takes that as her moment to walk towards him. and he watches every step she takes towards him, every sway of her hips, and he couldn't take his eyes away from the way the swell of her breasts bounced every so slightly with the motion.
instead of clambering onto her side, she walks to his side. swinging her leg up and over his body and bringing herself to straddle him at his waist, legs either side of him.
"well, i like where this is going."
his hands cup her hips, the pads of his thumbs brushing over the naked skin of her hips and he's eager to dip his fingers into the band of her knickers and pull them away, revealing the one thing he was desperately eager to get a feel of. his eyes trailing from her eyes to her exposed collarbones and down the valley of her breasts which he just wanted to free from the constraint of her bra.
he could feel himself hardening beneath her, and she could feel his stiffening muscle against her thigh, forming an ache in her core for him that she really wanted to suffice. she couldn't let the night start so quickly and deep down, they both wanted to drag it out for longer than normal. they wanted to savour every passing second. drinking it in and feeling the emotions together.
"you really are so beautiful," he whispers softly, "i'm one lucky son of a bitch."
her fingers started playing with them hem of his t-shirt, moving it up ever so slightly to show a little bit of the skin of his stomach, boxers stretching across the growing hard-on that was seemingly bursting to be freed. and she wanted to. her fingers were there. but teasing him was something she loved to do.
"i think i'm the lucky one," she responds softly and he scoffs and his head shakes from side to side, "i am, george. i am. i'm just a nobody compared to you."
"nope," he shakes his head, "you're everything to me."
"oh, shut up," she retorts and pushes at his chest with her hands, soft enough to not hurt him, and he smiles warmly, "i am. you could have anyone and yet you chose me."
his hands wrap around her wrists and he brings them up to his neck, letting her bear her weight on his shoulders, a gentle groan escaping his lips as she shuffles on his crotch and brushes her warming core against his cock, bottom lip lodging between his teeth.
"i'm so in love with you."
"i love you," he smiles.
and yn's the one that closes the gap between the two of them. her lips melding together beautifully with him and her hands find his hair, fingers twisting between the strands at the nape of his neck, his hands dancing up her back. fingertips tickling her skin with the feathery touches he gives her bare skin, bringing her closer to him, chests flush together. their breathing was erratic, her hips moving slow motions, his fingers toying with the hooks of her bra in an eager attempt to tell her what she wanted without breaking the kiss.
and she lets him.
arching her back as a way of tell him to go for it and he doesn't need anymore than that to let both of his hands work on removing the bra from her chest, breaking the kiss for just a moment to pull it away from her, sliding it down her arms and throwing it aimlessly into the bedroom and hope it hit the floor instead of knocking anything from its place. chests rising and falling rapidly.
"i need you."
it's almost inaudible as it rolls off of her tongue. and he nods quickly, her fingers curling into the waistband of his boxers and she pulls them down just enough to free the boner that was leaking pre-cum and was twitching under her touch. his fingers working to slide down her knickers, without trying to tear the fabric or ruin them in his haste to feel her wrapped around him, and she adjusts herself on top of him so she can pull them down and chuck them towards the end of the bed.
as she throws them to the floor, his shirt comes off, revealing himself to her and she instantly feels her hands gravitate towards his bare shoulders, dragging her fingers down the skin of chest, with one hand continuing down his stomach until it wraps around his length, giving him a gentle few pumps and squeezes.
"so needy," she grins, "so so needy. for me?"
profanities rolling off of his tongue.
"always for you," he grunts out lowly, "see what you do to me?"
he can't stop himself from pushing his hips towards hers, feeling her legs tense as she feels his length slide between her folds, coming to a halt to allow her to adjust before his hips start the gentle thrusts he was desperate to make happen, her head rolling back as she let the deep and intense pleasure take over her body.
"you feel so good," he whispers and he lets her take over, grinding on his cock and twitching inside her every time she let out a whimper, the tip of his length reaching places he knew drove her crazy, her nails digging into his skin and leaving crescent indents behind, his arms wrapping around her waist and bringing her closer to his body, "so bloody good."
and he hides his face in her neck.
allowing her control gave him the opportunity to focus on giving her pleasure elsewhere on her body and his favourite place was her neck. leaving hickey after hickey behind down the stretch of skin below her ears and above her shoulders, nibbling and licking the skin as she lets him devour her.
"m'so close, baby," she hums and he brings his face from her neck, cheeks flush and his eyes hooded, lips swollen from being attached to her skin, and he can feel the burn in his belly that screamed how close he was to spurting out his release, "m'gonna-"
"wait for me," he begs, "wait for me, cum with me."
and she can feel her toes curling, her knees beginning to shake, her legs tensing. she quickens her pace, hearing his breathing getting caught in his throat, and his hands grip onto her hips to guide her at a pace that was getting him closer and closer, their eyes barely leaving each others. watery, hooded but lust-filled and darkening.
"m'gonna," he chokes off his sentence and lets his head drop to her chest, eyes clenching shut as he let his release fill her up, her own orgasm following behind him, squeezing him between the walls of her core, rhythm falling sloppy as she drops her head to his. her cheek resting upon the soft tufts of his hair. "fuck."
the room is filled with their panting, heavy breathing, and it smells like sex and the scent of candles melting, and they're seeing stars as they come down from their highs and allow themselves to fully regain their visions back to reality.
"i know what to buy you for christmas now."
"what?"
he grins lopsidedly up at her and she cups his face in her hands, thumbs catching the sweat coating his skin, soft and gentle.
"more lingerie," he says, "could go all night with you."
"give me half hour," she giggles softly, pressing a kiss to his lips and removing herself from his body, falling to the bed beside him, "we'll go for round two then."
thank you for reading if you managed to get this far! very thankful if you managed to make it to the end. george has such a special little place in my heart; i think it's split into four. my boyfriend has one, atv has the second, george has the third, arthur hill and chris can share the fourth...
keep sending in your prompts/requests for arthur (and george!) and i'll slowly work my way through them during my days off from work and when i need a break from the locked in series. xx
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ᰔ C⃨h⃨i⃨p⃨ H⃨e⃨a⃨d⃨c⃨a⃨n⃨n⃨o⃨n⃨s⃨ ᰔ
ᰔ D⃨a⃨t⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ ᰔ
His nickname for you is love, even though he calls everyone that when he says it to you. He seems it more in a loving way
“Hey love have you eaten today?”
“Love want to do a video with me, you know you want to”
Making you food for lunch or tea but sometimes it’s really good, and sometimes it’s very bad
Loves it when you play with he mullet
You and Callum always trying to see who could get chips attention(you always win obviously)
Sending you letters when your away for a trip or he’s doing a video out of country
Him commenting the weirdest shit on your Instagram photos
Iconicy/n posted
Iconicy/n thank for the letters chip 🫂 @theburntchip
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theburntchip love come to (location) I got you a surprise 🍆🍆
⤷ Iconicy/n not needed Josh
Every time someone ask about you, his eyes just light up and he will talk about you for HOURS
Being a feature in fellas frequently but only because chip always text you
“I miss you love, can you come to the studio with food PLEASE 🙏 -lots of love chip”
You making fun of his lisp as a joke all the time, most times he gets upset and doesn’t speak for about five minutes until he misses you
You surprising him in videos Callum invited you to and his expression beams with excitement
Dates are always one Saturday nights at 6, if one is busy or out of country. Make it a zoom date
He loves you to bits and when in videos with sidemen he’s always all over you and when you’re looking back at the video. It makes you smile
Chip needs some love man like there is nothing with him 😭
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Main master list:
Angst: ☆
Fluff: ꨄ
Smut: ★
Suggestive: ✮
Sidemen:
Ethan Behzinga:
Holiday headcannons ꨄ
Harry wroetoshaw:
Oh well ꨄ
Josh Zerkaa:
Christmas decorating ꨄ
Quiet night in ꨄ
No, I’m not. ☆ ꨄ
Make-up ꨄ
Annoying ★ ☆ (smut)
Drunk ꨄ
Tobijzl:
Plus one ✮
Relationship ꨄ
KSI:
Proposal ꨄ
Vikkstar123:
Nothing yet :(
Simon minimiter:
Dad!simon headcannons ꨄ
General headcannons:
Heather day! ꨄ
British YouTubers:
James Marriott:
Flustered ꨄ ✮
First ★ ꨄ
Podcasts ꨄ
George memeulous:
Boyfriend!memeulous HCs ꨄ
Alex elmslie:
Nothing yet :(
Will Lenney:
Nothing yet :(
Chippo:
Sleeping ꨄ
Callux:
Nothing yet :(
Angry ginge:
Nothing yet :(
Danny Aarons:
Confession ꨄ
Deji:
Nothing yet :(
Beta squad:
Nothing yet :(
ChrisMD:
Nothing yet :(
Arthur TV:
Nothing yet :(
George Clarkey:
Nothing yet :(
Others:
Lazarbeam:
Nothing yet :(
Lachlan:
Nothing yet :(
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How do you think George & Arthur would react to their girlfriend having an off day and being a bit emotional?
I feel like Arthur especially would be such a sweetheart about it 🥴
ohhh absolutely! he'd be the softest boyfriend. :((((
A R T H U R
arthur has a sixth sense.
he likes to pride himself on knowing when his girlfriend is having a bad day, knowing when his girlfriend feels ill, knowing when she just needs some comfort and some love without her asking for it verbally or delving deep into her feelings. he never goes digging for answers... he always lets her take her time, lets her enjoy the comfort he gives to her, lets her tell him on her own terms.
sometimes, he can tell through her texts.
when she gives him short answers, when she takes a while to send a text back to him, when she misses the 'x' at the end. when she gets to the point, when she's straight with him, not double-texting him... or even triple-texting.
sometimes, though, it's just a gut feeling.
and it's usually around that time of the month where all she wants is to feel warmth, love and comfort from those close to her. knowing that she caves in on herself when she first starts, when she feels the cramps begin, and all she wants is to be looked after without needing to ask him to grab her tampons or pads or sweet treats that she craves. to which he complies, of course.
he doesn't care how silly he looks when he's on the tube, with a bag in his hand that was full with boxes of tampons and pads, alongside an unusual amount of chocolate for one person and paracetamol to help soothe any of her aches and pains. a big bouquet of flowers in his hand that definitely draws attention to himself... but he doesn't seem to care as he stands looking at the floor with his airpods in his ears as he listens to music to pass the time.
and it's time like this where she's glad he had a key to her flat.
because there was no way she was leaving the warmth of her bath to answer the door if he knocked to only get back in moments later with a different feel the water than she had been accustomed to before. knowing that it was him when she heard the jangle of his keys fall in the bowl on the table beside her front door. colliding with the metal of her own keys that lay in the bottom of the wooden bowl.
hearing his footsteps thud around the open plan of her living space, the rustle of a bag being placed down on her kitchen island, hearing him step closer and closer to where her bedroom was. her bedroom door creaking as he steps inside and she was expecting his face to peek around the door to her en-suite.
"only me," he smiles, "had a feeling you'd be in here."
"how do you know i was in?"
"your keys and your shoes by the door," he points his thumb over his shoulder and she mentally facepalms herself for being stupid, "had a feeling you weren't feeling so good today, too."
"been a bit distant, haven't i?"
he steps into the bathroom, hit with the smell of cocoa and coconut from the bubbles in her bath, crouching down beside the tub and resting his forearms on the edge of the ceramic basin she was laid in.
"it's okay," he says softly, "i know you like the back of my hand now."
he dips his fingers into the water and feels how lukewarm it was and she frowns, knowing she'd had to stand up and leave the warmth she was soaking under and find another source of comfort to keep her nice and soothed. to keep her stomach from cramping. to keep her from curling over in aches that seemed to swallow her up whenever she moved.
"brought you some bits, as well," he informs her, standing to his feet and reaching for the towel she had draped over her towel rack, "some chocolate, some tablets, some tampons and that. i don't know if you have some already so... i can always take some back to mine."
she smiles as he stretches the towel out, waiting for her to stand to her feet so he can wrap her up tightly under the cotton, giving her a hug once her teeth start chattering at the chill in the air.
"thank you," she whispers, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, "love you."
"anything for you," he replies and presses his lips to her forehead, "love you, too."
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G E O R G E
george is oblivious.
but she hid it well, he had to admit.
she stands to her feet during the half-time show of the football game they had on the television, stepping passed the the two arthur's who were sat on the floor and leaning against the sofa and walking passed chris who was sat in the single chair sitting diagonal to the tv, leaving the warmth of george's body heat from where they had taken the sofa so they could lounge together. excusing herself by claiming she was using the toilet before disappearing for the second 45 minutes of the game.
it's only when arthur (hill) mentions that he was getting a numb bum and needed a sofa cushion that george realises she hadn't come back to fill the empty space beside him.
"we're about to watch a film out here, do you want to-"
he cuts his own question off once he sees the human-sized lump curled up underneath his duvet, hand holding the handle of his bedroom door as he pushes it open, his eyebrows furrowing on his browline in confusion.
"babe?"
"hmm?"
"you okay?" his voice comes out in a hushed tone, quiet and almost whispered and he steps into his room, leaving the door ajar, "did i wake you up?"
"no," she responds softly, tucking the duvet tighter around her body and she feels the bed dip beside her as george crawls across the top of the mattress, his arms coming to rest either side of her as his legs straddle her body and his face soon comes into her line of vision, "i'm okay, yeah."
he cocks an eyebrow and she smiles softly.
"i just needed some time to myself," she admits softly, craning her neck to look at him and she's met with the softest pair of eyes looking back at her, "thought i'd leave you lads to watch the football."
"really?"
the way the word lingers on his tongue makes it known to her that he can sense a change in her demeanour and she lets herself relax, her body rolling onto her back and there's a moment where his breath washes over her face and she feels more relaxed than she had done before.
"no but it's silly," she sighs and she mentally scolds herself for how shaky it sounds, "just feeling a little sad, i guess."
"why's that?"
"i don't know," she shrugs and he drops his head to press a kiss to her forehead, "think i'm just feeling all soft. today's been such a nice and comforting day with you guys and tomorrow, it just goes back to me being stressed with work and not seeing you and-"
she lets out a heavy sigh and watches as it catches his fringe.
"i guess i just want every day to be like today," she admits and he tuts at her, "what?"
"you're forgetting i'm your boyfriend. you can see me whenever you want, you silly goose," he leans his weight on one arm and brings his other up so he could cup her face, brushing his thumb against her cheek, "if you want to stay here then you can. the boys won't care. if you want to see me, just say so. you know that."
"i just don't want to be a burden," she says and he shakes his head, "i do, sometimes. i don't want to interrupt time with the guys out there."
"but you come first," he says, "always." xx
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Hellur, how are uu!!! This is my first time in tumblr. And there are only a few of george clarke or arthurtv fics. Very thankful for one of the people who creates them🙇♀️🙇♀️
May i request a reaction for Arthur or George where all of their fans love their gf, especially she's just a normal beautiful gal 😍😍😍 what if their girl has dimplessss
hi lovely. welcome to tumblr, welcome to my blog, welcome to a safe place to come vent and chat all things arthurtv and chaos crew as well as youtube! lots of love! thank you for popping by - don't be a stranger, at all.
i have so many thoughts for this :')))
G E O R G E
everyone loves her.
he takes his time to introduce her publicly because she's isn't a girl who is known - she's not a youtuber, she's not a tiktoker, she's not an influencer so he wants to slowly wean her into the chaos of his life and shield her from twitter's hate and the tiktok comments that will be written about her.
because, of course, there will always be some people who dislike her - its part and parcel of being with him and she knows that.
those that love her, she loves back. she always keeps an eye on her social media, always checks in with them, replies to their tweets and she does little q and a's on her instagram story about herself... with the occasional question about her and george or anything to do with their relationship (without going into much detail - she leaves that for his podcast).
and he definitely has her on for an episode, alongside andrew, like a couple's podcast episode where they just spill the beans on what it's like to date max and george. from the horse's mouth comments from someone who is dating someone so loved and well-known in their industry line of work.
"i'm pretty sure everyone loves yn more than they love me."
"what can i say? you're not the only one with a pretty face., georgey boy."
"it's the dimples, i'm telling you."
and she will always tease him because she knows how loved she is in amongst his followers. always having pictures taken at events they see her at, taking cute and funny selfies, hugging those who want to give her a hug and george just loves to see it happen.
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A R T H U R
his followers speculate before arthur actually announces that they're in a relationship...
he's much more of a soft launcher with the two of them as opposed to completely introducing her - he never sees the point in posting her alongside her social tags because she's not someone known to many in the world.
he can't hide on social media; and that doesn't stop him from being a simp for her. people go digging once they see them together in public, people see that he likes her posts, they can see his comments and he doesn't see the problem because that's his girl and if he wants to show his love for her than he can. he just chooses not to launch her hard by giving her a dedicated post so people know who she is.
so when it's been long enough, and he sees that people love her and want to see more of her, he starts bringing her onto his channel.
that's how he properly and formerly introduces her.
"yn's here with me today."
"he needs the views, figured he may as well use me as clout."
"well- no, that's not- no-"
he gets so soft in the face, cheeks going red and he stutters and she loves that he still gets giddy over how she has such witty remarks back to him.
"i'm just messing, i'm here for my five minutes of fame."
"again, not what's happening."
and it's just sweet moments where people can truly see them for how they actually are together - so sickeningly in love with each other that it's almost too sweetly gross to witness.
and, my god, the edits that come out of it are something yn could sit and watch for days because it really captures just how they are as a couple. and she's no stranger to sharing them on her socials, saving them to her camera roll, showing them to arthur when they're sitting and aimlessly scrolling their accounts, commenting how she loves them and that it's so special to have their sweet and loving moments documented in such a way.
out in public, he's so soft with her and always stands close to her on their museum dates and they're always holding hands down the busy streets of london and he always holds her close to him on the tubes whenever they need to get public transports and he's always weary of her going over to meet those who had seen the two of them in the street... people take photos, they take videos, they share them all over the internet - they can't stop them from doing that. he knows she's just being kind but he always tells her that she can never been too careful. but she loves them just as much as he is thankful for them; and of course, he sits back and watches as they start showing off how much they adore her. xx
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Hi, you are literally the best Clarkeey writer I've seen and I love you for that sm! Please can we get some more fluffy smut for george?
thank you, thank you! i love you! <33
CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.
sometimes, george just craves closeness.
he longs for intimacy, he longs for the comfort, and he longs for the gentle atmosphere that comes with it. where he is always surrounded by the male gender, living with the two arthur's and chris, he's used to the boisterous and noisy behaviour that comes along with them all living together... so when he finally gets the escape at yn's flat, he just drinks it in. he's thankful for it. the peace, the cosiness, the loving and soft atmosphere making him never want to leave.
and he loves it there.
knowing that she lives alone and it's her own space without someone else to make him feel awkward. knowing that they'll never be rudely interrupted by others wandering around and not knowing what the word privacy means. knowing that it's just the two of them and only them in the flat with no nosey occupants there to listen in to what the two of them were up to. he could lay on her sofa and watch what he wanted on the television when she occupied herself with her chores and her errands. he could eat what he wanted. he could rummage in her cupboards and eat the biscuits she had or each the fruit she had on her kitchen counter. he could walk around in his comfy clothes or just his boxers and not need to worry someone would see him.
it was just her.
and she made the flat hers.
she had canvas prints and tapestries hung around in the bare corners of her living room, fairy lights hanging on the many shelves she had on her walls, candles in every room an an oil burner to accompany it with the same smells being given off by the heat, lots of family photos hung on the walls and photos of himself and her in photo frames on her windowsill and on her bedside table. a television on the wall and a reclining sofa with the softest throw blanket draped over the back that he absolutely loves and fell victim the the warmth it gave when he laid beneath it.
her bedroom was almost the same as her living space. with a double bed and plenty of decorative pillows (and a teddy bear, holding a love heart, that he had brought her for their very first valentines day), an en-suite bathroom, and a window that overlooked london - which he says he could sit and stare at all day. her bedroom walls painted with the colours of the sunset on the good days.
and he loves the vibe it gives. cosy, warm, full of love.
on particular nights, moreso the nights where his days had been busy and he hadn't been able to sit down and have time to himself, all he wants is her.
his yn.
and, as if their feelings were synced up and as if she knows that he's had a long and tiring day without speaking to him, she wants him.
in a way that's sensual. almost animalistic. like it's all that can suffice their feelings on the inside. as soon as he steps foot through her door and before he can kick off his shoes, in the middle of taking off his jacket, and she's attached to his front. hands cupping his cheeks, his stubble tickling her upper lip and his beard scratching her chin, and he can't tear himself away. stumbling in the direction of the sofa, not the bedroom, because they're desperate. craving the pleasure that the other can give. in dire need of something.
and he would take it in any form.
letting it happen anywhere that they felt comfortable.
a blowjob. a handjob. his head between her legs. cowgirl. missionary. on the floor. against the wall. on the kitchen counter. neither of them really cared, just as long as they were happy. her legs around his waist, hands on her bum, arms around his neck, fingers twisting into the tufts of hair at the back of his head.
"i missed you."
it was mumbled against her lips, almost completely incoherent, but she knows what he says.
"you saw me yesterday, doofus," her lips are swollen, his cheeks are flushed pink, and the ache between her legs was positively pulsing as soon as she made eye contact with him, "you miss me that much?"
he nods, almost pathetically, and she smiles ever so softly. her thumb brushing over the skin of his cheek as her other hand combed the brown locks on his head, their breathing rhythmic as their exhaled breaths mixed between the two of them.
"always. hate it when we're apart," he practically whines it out and she feels her heart flutter, "love to be with you. next to you. sleeping with you and sleeping with you."
she smirks and he feels the sofa against the back of his bare legs. his chino shorts feeling tight against his crotch as they stretched across the bulge forming behind the material. her legs unhooking from his waist so he could sit himself down but his hands stay firm to her hips. there was no way he was letting her get off.
"right here?"
he nods to her question and she's quick to attach her fingers to the button of his shorts, unbuttoning the button and unzipping his zip, tips of her fingers tucking beneath the waistband and his hands leave her hips for a moment, just so he could push himself up so she could pull his shorts, as well as his boxers, down. far enough down his legs to free the boner that was silently begging for release.
"are you sure?"
"baby, yes. christ," he murmurs and his hands are back at her hips, hoisting the oversized jumper (which he was sure had come from his wardrobe) up her figure, hooking his thumbs into the sleep shorts on her lower body and pulling them down with ease, "i need you. right now."
her hand wraps around the girth of his cock, thumb brushing over the tip, and he could feel himself ready to burst under her touch. a soft whimper rolling off his tongue, head rolling back, and his hips buck up to the feeling of her warm palm.
"right now?"
"baby," he chokes out, "come on. don't tease me now."
"but it's so fun," she hums softly and he rolls his eyes dramatically, feeling the fingers on one of his hands tickle up her thigh and stop in between her the flesh of her legs, the tips of his fingers dangerously close to where she wanted to feel him, "i'm sorry."
"you're lucky you're just so damn irresistible," he murmurs, brushing his fingers over where she needed him the most, toes twitching at the feeling of the tips of his fingers nudging the bundle of nerves, "like that?"
she hums in delight and bites down on her bottom lip, stopping her hips from moving as she let him do the work, keeping her attention on his cock in her hand. jerking up and down, up and down, as a short form of foreplay before the real thing... not that either of them ever needed a warm-up. he was always rock solid for her and she was always soaked for him.
neither of them need to ask the other if they were ready... his hand takes over from hers, giving himself a few pumps with his wrist, and he takes it upon himself to line up the tip of his cock to the heat of her folds, filling her up and letting her take control of the motions. a shiver running down his spine and a gentle moan leaving her mouth as she takes him in, deep and hitting right at the spot that makes her quiver for him.
and he would be lying if he said he didn't go weak at the knees with the sounds she made.
the grunts, the moans, the whimpers, the soft profanities when he bucked his hips up to meet her movements. her hands tugging on his hair as he covered her neck with kisses, letting his mouth leave a line of wet pecks alongside the occasional hickey that he had gotten a little too carried away in leaving behind. her thighs tensing and shaking, her grinding motions falling sloppy as she felt more and more tired.
"i need-"
"me too," she admits and he lifts his head from her collarbone, lips shining with saliva, and he has a deep and dark, lust-filled look in his eyes that told her exactly what he needed, "me too."
"together?"
she nods and his hands grip tighter to the flesh of her hips, nails deep in her skin, and she can't resist letting herself go. head rolling back as she grunts out her orgasm, loud and satisfied, with george's orgasm filling her up. his own moans mixing with her hers as their movement sounded sloppy and wet, her body convulsing on top of him.
and they sit, in a comfortable silence, that wasn't proper silence due to the rise and fall of their chests as they inhaled and exhaled tiredly.
"good?"
"so good," he grins tiredly and her arms wrap around his neck, pulling herself closer to him, holding him tightly in a hug, "always."
"always?"
"always," he reiterates and he closes his eyes in contentment, "nice to actually be loud."
her cheeks redden and she's glad he can't properly see her because he would have teased her like there was no tomorrow; but, she had to agree with him. be free in her own home, no need to be quiet, and it felt good to take in everything instead of rushing to get their clothes back on in case someone walked in during their post-sex haze.
"you're the best."
"nah," she shakes her head and looks at him, giving his lips a quick peck, "you're the best."
"i love you," he brings his hands up and brings her face closer to his so he could leave kiss after kiss after kiss on her lips, "i love you so so much."
"sex makes you soppy," she teases him and he frowns, "but i love you too. so so so much."
if you made it this far, thank youuuuu!
always love the soft smut you guys make me write... blessed to have someone enjoy it as much as you guys do! xx
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Headcanons for Mr.Clarkey, who is major simp for his girl please
oh jeez.. i'm a total simp for george, as well as mister television... how can you not?
is anyone else going to the london live show for the useless hotline podcast?? i'm so excited for that!
-> he loves his girlfriend.
-> LOVES.
-> and he'll show her off like there's no tomorrow.
-> when he took her to meet his family, he never left her side.
-> he knew she was nervous on the train ride into bristol so he made sure not to touch upon the subject until she brought it up with him, he held her hand, rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, let her nap on his shoulder, listened to music with her, made her laugh with his silly jokes and impressions... anything to keep her from delving deep into her thoughts.
-> he made sure to get a taxi to his house; he didn't want to intimidate her as soon as they arrived in bristol.
-> he knew his family would love her; he spoke so much of her, and so highly of her that they could tell she meant the world to him, already professing their adoration for her even before they knew what she looked like and before they knew what she was like.
-> they loved anyone that made their son happy.
-> he made sure she never sat alone or was left in any silence, always kept her in conversation, would always talk about her and her likes and her hobbies and what she was like growing up.
-> and he would watch in awe as she helped his mother with the washing up after dinner and took an interest in his dad's hobbies and formed a bond with his sister over a mutual obsession of theirs.
-> his parents don't mind about the two of them staying in the same bed in his old bedroom; not that anything would have happened. she insisted nothing of the sorts happened because it would have been disrespectful - and he agreed.
-> "i told you you had nothing to worry about."
-> "it's always nerve wracking meeting the family of the guy you love like crazy."
-> "like crazy, huh?"
-> "don't let your head get any bigger."
-> he was shy to introduce her to his friends at first.
-> she knew a lot about his friends; he made sure to fill her in on who his room-mates were, who were also his best friends, and what their names were. told her who he worked with and who she would hear a lot about, as well as who he had made acquaintances with over his time on tiktok and youtube.
-> it's slow introductions.
-> he wanted to keep her a secret till it was necessary for them to be introduced to one another; he loved being able to be the only one in his group that knew her, that could steal her attention, that could be the only man in her life that she could spend time with.
-> it's chris she meets first... and then the two arthur's...
-> ... simply because they're all room-mates.
-> and it's awkward. so awkward.
-> in george's t-shirt that was oversized on her. her knickers peeking out the bottom. early in the morning, thinking that no one would be awake, in the kitchen with glass of water in her hand.
-> out pops chris. in running gear. and she wanted to throttle george for trusting him when he said no one would be awake.
-> "hello."
-> 'hi."
-> "i'm guessing you're yn. i'm chris. can we forget this happened and maybe go again later on?"
-> "deal."
-> and george finds it hilarious. will tease them forever about how they first met rather than how they choose to tell people.
-> and when he finally gets them all together, they do it properly. and he shows her off like a trophy and the boys see just how in love with her he is.
-> kissing her every chance he got.
-> filling up her glass every time it was empty.
-> asking the three boys what they thought of her when she went to the toilet and grinning from ear to ear when they say she's a match for him and how perfect she is for him.
-> and he's so so thankful because their opinions were one of the most important for him and it meant the world to him that they love her as much as he does.
-> at events - whether it be friends' parties or work events or red carpets - he takes her as his date.
-> always.
-> he couldn't dream of taking anyone else.
-> and he always lets her lead. opens the car doors, holds the doors open before her, rests a hand on her back with a comforting touch, a squeeze to her hand when it gets a little busy. always lets her go in front because he loves for her to be seen before him.
-> she's a hit with his fans and he really is just in absolute awe and complete love and adoration with her because she really handles everything about his work life so well.
-> his social media is full of her.
-> he posts her on instagram with candid photos and selfies.
-> he comments on all of her posts; sometimes cute and loving and sometimes he's sarcastic and silly and people love that about the two of them.
-> and it goes both ways - they're one and the same.
-> everything he does, he makes sure he does it to the best of his ability because she deserves to be with someone who can spoil her and be able to take her away on trips of a lifetime and give her a life full of enjoyment and surprises.
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Thinking about george as a husband now 😭😭
For some reason in my head when it gets to the time where they’re considering having a baby, george is the one who brings it up and wants it first, he’s the one dropping hints and talking about it while his wife is just living her life 😭😭
this turned into some angst... unsure why but enjoy!
"i found a new desk for you."
"i don't need a desk?" george questions, looking over his shoulder to see his wife leaning up against the doorframe to their spare room, his editing for a new youtube channel video going forgotten about on his laptop once her voice broke the silence he was sitting in, "i have one right here."
"i thought we could redecorate in here," she suggests, arms folded over her chest and her eyes wandering from where he was sat in his revolving chair to the empty space around him. the bare walls white and bright once the sunlight filtered through the window, the carpet still looking brand-new and untouched, not a single piece of furniture to give it an office-feel. "it's quite boring for you, no?"
"i figured we could use this room for something else," he admits softly and he pushes his feet into the carpet to push himself out from under his desk, turning in the seat to face her properly, "two bedrooms and all. one for us, one for... i don't know, one for a baby, maybe."
"a baby?"
he nods shyly and she stares at him, eyes wide and her mouth gaped open, her mind going blank for a response to his admission.
they'd only been married for less than six months and they'd only just moved into a brand new building; where they'd lived in her flat for the majority of their engagement, they wanted something completely brand-new. something that had both of their names on the lease and had both of their names on the bills.
"babe, did you-"
"i heard you," she interrupts him and he gulps back the thick lump that was forming in his throat, "george, i-"
"you're not ready, i know. i'm just saying," he stands from his chair and walks over to stand in front of her, "in the future, i mean. when it does happen, and we do end up having a baby, it's a good idea to just be prepared."
"but, i don't know right now," she sighs heavily, "of course, i want to have babies with you. have mini clarke's running around. but we're still young, george. we've got the rest of our twenties to think about having a family."
"i know," he smiles softly, bringing his hands to cup her face in his palms, "i'm just telling you i'm ready. i'm waiting. whenever you want a baby, i'm game."
"okay," she nods, tilting her head into the touch of his left hand, his thumb brushing soft strokes across her cheek, "but we can't leave the room with just a desk and a chair in here, george. we should, at least, add a some new furniture or something. it still feels brand new and we've been here for three months already."
"show me this desk then," he snickers softly.
and that's that for the conversation.
and george didn't want to dwell on the topic anymore knowing what he feelings were towards the next step of their relationship. he was willing to wait until she was ready, willing to talk about their options if she wasn't, willing to stand by her side as she figures her own life out as well as the life they were building together.
but sometimes, all he wants to do is talk about his future.
with the wife of his dreams, someone he loves and someone who can understand him in ways others can't, he was the happiest man in the world. the smile on his face looked like it could split him in two when he realised he got to go home to her at the end of the day. knowing he gets to hold her whenever he wants to give her a hug and to kiss her whenever he wanted a cheeky kiss in passing. making dinner for her when she's had a long day and starting his day with a breakfast made by her. getting to see her walk through the door in the evenings and getting to hear her drop her keys into the bowl on the side table once she arrived back from work. getting to cuddle on the sofa as re-runs of their favourite shows play on the television.
it was the life he had envisioned.
but deep down, of course, he wanted a baby.
-
"so, george," max starts off, watching as his useless hotline co-host took a sip of his drink from the mug in his hand, "we're nearing a year since the wedding. how on earth has it gone that fast?"
"i don't remember you at the end of the altar in the wedding dress," george retorts with a hint of sarcasm dripping from his mouth and he snickers softly at the swift middle finger thrown in his direction from the blonde-haired boy opposite, "but yes. it's been nine months. gone too fast, honestly. i'd do anything to go back to that day."
"it was a gorgeous ceremony," max says, resting his elbows on the desk beneath him and resting his chin on his hands, "i doubt you had anything to do with that."
george snorts and shakes his head in his direction.
"i did, thank you very much," he insists, "i helped choose our venue. i chose the colour scheme and i chose what flowers we had for each person in our wedding parties. with some guided assistance by yn but she let me choose the final part."
and it was true.
yn was impressed at how he had taken an interest in everything they needed to plan for their wedding day; everything except the wedding dress which she refused to let him know anything about. a stickler for the superstitions that came with getting married and he was more than okay with that. she loved how involved he had been, how much he listened and how he had everything planned out in his head... she was, at least, excepting herself to do a lot of the organising but felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders when he offered his own ideas to help ease her mind.
it was their day and he wanted it to feel like it.
"is there any talk of babies yet? we can only hope that there are mini-yn's running around instead of mini-george's," max cackles and all george can muster is a roll of his eyes, "is that a roll of the eyes at the question or at me?"
"at you," george says with no hesitation, a smirk on his lips, "we've touched on the subject briefly. yn just wants to enjoy being young and free, enjoy us as a married couple, enjoy our twenties before we get tied down with babies and the responsibility of raising someone in this world."
"but what about you?"
"what about me?"
"you said yn wants to enjoy life right now but what about you?" max asks and george feels his cheeks heat up, telling himself to blame it on the lights and the heat of the room if anyone picked up on the matter, "i'm surprised you didn't knock her up on your honeymoon."
"i mean," george shrugs and sits back in his chair, bringing the mic with him as he moved further from the tabletop, "we did a lot of practicing on the honeymoon, anywhere and any chance we had, if you get my drift," he laughs loudly and max pulls a face of disgust, "no, i'd love kids. i'd love a baby, of course i would. a little bit me and a little bit of yn mixed into one human being. it's a dream."
"but?"
"but nothing," george insists, "like i said, we're just finding our feet in the world of marriage, it's only been nine months, so we want to take time in creating a family."
"uh-huh," max nods slowly, dropping the subject there and then to save any awkward conversations later on, "practicing is just as fun as the real thing, anyway. once you have a baby, it all stops."
"like you'd know," george retorts and max covers his heart with his hand, "anyway..."
-
the tension in their flat was thick enough to suffocate them.
when he'd come home from a chrismd video shoot down at the local 3g football pitch, for a football video that would go out on his channel in the near future, he was met with the silent treatment from his wife. confused and unsure of what he'd done, he tried to coax it out of her but to no avail... until she burst on him when she couldn't contain her emotions for much longer.
"you just need to talk about it, don't you?"
"talk about what?"
"you just can't drop the fact that i don't want a baby right now, can you?" her voice is thick with anger, her cheeks bright red and her eyes were dark and he honestly wanted the ground to swallow him whole so he didn't have to look at her. "what don't you understand about my feelings, george?"
"i understand you clearly," he responds only to receive a scoff back in his face and it was evident to him that she'd listened to the newest podcast episode that was scheduled for release that day, "what?"
"i told you how i felt, three months ago, george. i told you i wanted to wait to have kids, i told you we had the rest of our twenties to figure everything out, i told you i wanted to live my life without any heavy responsibilities," and he noticed that when she was angry, she used her hands to accentuate her words, his eyes focusing on the way her fingers scrunched up and how she pointed her pointer finger at him everytime she referred to him, "but you speak about it on the podcast and think i'd be okay with that?"
his gulps are thick as he tries to find the right words to say... although he knew, in that moment, anything he said was going to be ignored.
"i'm not okay with that," she grumbles heavily, shaking her head at him and he felt a pain in his chest like a knife had pierced through his ribs, "it's private information, george. our private life. we spoke about this."
"max asked me-"
"you could have ignored the question, told him you wanted to keep that to yourself," the tea-towel in her hand got thrown on the island in the middle of their kitchen area after she'd finished drying off her wet hands and her feet padded across the floor of their open-plan front room, in the direction of the dining table where she'd laid out plates and cutlery for their dinner, "why are you making me out to be a bad person?"
"i'm not-"
"you are!"
"please don't shout at me when i have no idea what's going on," he tells her and he can see her pause for a moment before continuing to clear up the dinner table, "what are you doing? dinner's done soon."
"i'm eating in the bedroom," she mumbles lowly, "i don't want to sit at the table and look at you right now. i'm angry with you."
"okay," he admits defeat, his words full of remorse and upset, and as toes off the trainers on his feet, he swears he can hear her mutter something beneath her breath but he couldn't bear to bring himself to ask what, "call me when dinners done. i've got some work to do so i'll be in the office most of tonight."
she hums in response and he bends over to pick his trainers up from the floor, walking into the entryway of their home and setting them down on floor beside her work shoes, and it kills him to walk away from her when all he wants is to work things out and argue until both of them are blue in the face. he can hear the gentle intakes of breath as she tries to calm herself down and he takes one last glance at her, as she rounds the island and steps back in front of the oven, and he can feel his stomach aching from the guilt that was building up.
he never meant to upset her.
he didn't think he said anything wrong... but it dawned on him how it may have sounded to her. how his words came out with the intention of answering the question as bluntly as possible without giving away their own private talks and could have been taken the wrong way by yn and how she felt targeted with the topic.
but for now, as much as he wanted to apologise, they needed a bit of time apart for the night
-
he's deep in thought when he hears a knock on the door.
his eyes were stinging from the bright light of the laptop screen that sat open before him and his hand was cramping from the way he was holding his pen tight in his hand, his notebook full of scribbles about upcoming video ideas he could do for his channel and who he wanted as a guest on each one, the silence being so comforting that he was knocked out of his distant look once the sound had disrupted him.
"george?"
he looks over his shoulder and sees yn standing in the doorway. one of his t-shirts hanging down her figure, a pair of tube socks on her feet to keep her toes warm, and a knitted blanket tucked around her shoulders and dragging across the floor behind her. in the bright light of the screen illuminating the room, he can see her wet cheeks and he feels his heart break.
"i'm sorry," he whispers softly and she shakes her head, "no, baby. i am. i should have just dropped the subject when you told me how you felt."
"no, i shouldn't have overreacted earlier."
he turns in his chair and sets his pen down on his notebook, giving his thighs a pat as an invitation for her to come and sit down with him, smiling warmly when she accepted his offer and walked towards him. enveloping her in a tight hug and adjusting himself in his seat as she wraps her arms around his shoulders and curls up on his lap.
"you have feelings, just as much as me," she admits, bringing a hand up to tickle her fingers across his cheeks, "you understood how i felt so i need to understand how you feel."
"but it's a big life decision and i should respect your feelings more," he says and she frowns, "besides, i'm not the one who has to go through all the changes with a pregnancy. i won't be one to develop a bump, i won't go through the emotional changes, i won't have to actually give birth to the baby and deal with the pain. that's all you."
there's a comfortable silence that lingers in the air and she sighs just to break it.
"i know how badly you want a baby," yn admits, "and i do want babies with you, george. not just one but four. there's nothing i want more. but, right now, we have so much of our life to live together. lots we can do before we have a little one running around, so many places to go and see. don't take me not wanting a baby right now as me not wanting babies at all. i want a baby george running around."
"i know," he presses a kiss to her forehead and lets his lips linger on her skin, "i want to enjoy us a little more, too."
"i'm sorry for my outburst," she hides her face in the crook of his neck and he shakes his head softly, "i was just... scared, i guess."
"i'm not going anywhere, little rascal," he murmurs into her hair, "you are stuck with me, i'm afraid."
"there's scarier people in the world to be stuck with," she jokes and looks up at him, his mouth dropping open, "i'm kidding." xx
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Omggg what about george as a girl dad to a one year old, her babbling away and first steps, george being so proud of her 🥹🥹
oh my god-
sundays were yn's favourite day.
a day where neither her nor george had any shoot plans or videos to film for their youtube channels, where neither of them were going out to see friends or family, a day that was just the two of them and their little girl to recuperate after a busy week and get things down around their flat.
where george watched the football on the television, with their little one playing with her toys and keeping him company with her babbles and nonsense conversation, yn decided it was the perfect day to have a clean out of things they no longer used or wore. along with a complete rearrange of furniture. disappearing into their bedroom with a cup of coffee and some biscuits to nibble on when she got a little bit peckish, her laptop playing soft and gentle music so she could still hear if she was at all needed in the living room, the door closed so she wasn't distracted by anything and could get it done at a good time.
she thrived being productive and she felt proud when she managed to empty their wardrobe and move it, by herself, to another corner of the bedroom that opened up bedroom a lot more than before. taking a look at the heap of clothes on the bed that either went in their bin for charity or went in the bin for washing because it was creased or needed freshening up.
"yn!"
her ears prick up and she almost drops the cup of coffee in her hand that she had cradled to her chest, panic flooding through her chest as she darts from the bedroom and into the living room of their flat, her mind racing through different scenarios given the volume of how george shouted her name.
"quick, come here."
as she nears the sofa, she sees her boyfriend sat on the floor with a grin on his face, phone open and in the direction of his daughter as she giggles and claps her hands opposite him.
"what's happened? you panicked me, idiot."
"i don't think you want to miss it if she does it again," he says with a whole heap of excitement dripping from his words, "she took some steps towards me."
"what?"
her eyes widen and her mouth gapes open as she looks at him before she looks towards her daughter, who still sat with a smile on her lips and giggling away at her parents, teeth ever so slightly peeking out from her inflamed gums.
"are you walking to daddy, baby?"
yn takes a seat beside her, crossing her legs and getting comfy on the floor, lifting up her little girl and holding her until she found her feet, a little wobbly once her toes touched the floor. her legs kicking and bending as yn let her little one adjust to being in an upright and standing position.
"come here, you rascal," george coos, arms stretched out and legs bent up, elbows resting on his knees as he wiggles his fingers in her direction, "come on, don't go shy now mummy's watching you."
it's a daunting moment for her.
but once yn removes her hands from her baby's hips, keeping them close in case she took a topple or fell down, the little girl was off on her wobbly legs. arms keep her balance as she took slow steps towards george, mouth wide with a grin as he watches her, hands catching her once she was close and cradling her to her chest.
"you're such a clever girl," he coos and she just cackles into his chest, hands clasping at the t-shirt on his body, "such a clever girl."
"she's growing up, george," yn whines softly and she feels her heart swell as george presses a kiss to their daughter's forehead, "she was crawling not that long ago, i swear."
"just means we need to have another," he suggests and smirks in her direction, "i do like the process in which we make the baby."
"of course you do," yn snorts and stands to her feet, "i'm really not at all surprised." xx
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Omg i love your writing sm!!!
Also the thought of using George as a human weighted blanket is all I can think about
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it's just another form of intimacy.
when he sees his girl all cosied up in his bed, completely swallowed up by his duvet that she's tucked around herself, with only her head visible and resting on the pillow. completely fresh-faced, clean from her shower, damp hair pulled back into a messy bun that had strands falling across her face and down her shoulders. tired and wanting him to join her so she could get comfortable and fall asleep with him next to her.
and he can't help himself, really.
he finds it quite amusing how she huffs out the air from her lungs as he clambers on top of her, slowly lowering himself down until he has his entire body laying upon her, her arms coming from beneath the duvet so she could wrap them around his shoulders.
"why do you do this to me?"
"i just want to be close to you," he mumbles into the duvet before he lifts his head up to look at her, fringe fluffed from the cotton material he had just laid his head upon, "don't tell me you hate it. you would've pushed me off by now."
"i'm not complaining," she grins tiredly, "like my own personal teddy to cuddle with at night."
"i was thinking more a blanket but i'll take being a teddy," he admits and presses his lips to her forehead in a lingering kiss, "not that tired right now, wanna-"
"no," she grumbles and he frowns, "what?"
"i was going to ask if you wanted to watch a film, what did you think i was going to say?"
"i thought you were trying to initiate something else," she rolls her eyes and he lets out a breathy laugh, "not like you to not want sex, georgey-boy."
"what can i say? full of surprises, me." xx
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Hi just got into reading your writing, I adore it ❤️❤️
Was just wondering if you could write about George while during labour and after cuddling with a cute baby. I feel like he would be so cute and helpful 😂😂
thank you for coming by my blog and checking out my stuff, that means a whole lot to me!
if you wanna check out the previous girl-dad!george blurb then you can read it here. xx
nearing the last few weeks of her pregnancy, all yn wants to do is stay at home.
as much as george tries to coax her out for some fresh air, just for a walk around the park down the road or sitting in the background of on one of chris' football shoots so she could get some social activity in as well as some time outside, she denies every invite that comes her way. she just doesn't feel up to it.
and george understands.
"i'm fat, i waddle instead of walk, i look gross and i haven't showered for about four days because i'm tired lugging this around," she points to the bump that protrudes from over the waistband of her tracksuit trousers and stretching the material of one of george's old t-shirts, "i just don't want to go anywhere, george."
"you're not fat," he tuts and runs the stretch of his palm across the curvature of her front, feeling the active kicks from his little girl as she moves around and gets comfortable from the previous jostling motions of yn waddling her way towards him, "you are pregnant. not fat."
"i've gained so many pounds," yn huffs her fringe from her face and he rolls his eyes, "don't roll your eyes with attitude, clarkey."
"not done with attitude," he retorts and presses a kiss to her lips, "you're just being silly, okay? the midwife told you in your last visit to her that you'd probably gain a little weight from your body changing."
she frowns and he cups her face in his hands.
"besides, all that added weight is just proof out little girl is growing healthily."
she drops her forehead to his chest, a slight stretch from her neck because of the bump restricting her from getting any closer, and she groans lowly.
"will you be okay for a few hours? i can get someone to come and sit with you for an hour or so?"
"i'll be fine," yn grumbles, lifting her head up to look at him and he has a soft and gentle look in his eyes, one that seemed to be debating on whether he should leave for chris' video shoot or stay and explain that he needed to be home with her, "don't even think about cancelling, george. i'll be fine. if anything goes wrong, i'm sure arthur can come down from upstairs."
"hill or television?"
"oh, definitely hill. i think mister frederick would pass out if he had to do anything remotely related to me being in labour."
george snorts and retrieves his hands from her, passing her by as he walks towards the door to her flat and grabs his boots for the 3g pitch chris had booked, slipping his feet into his trainers, before grabbing his hoodie from the back of her door.
"you call me if anything happens."
"george, we have three weeks."
"baby's can come early," he warns her and she rolls her eyes, "less with the attitude, missy."
"go on, go. you'll be late otherwise," yn smiles softly, "tell chris i say hi and that the baby told me that she can't wait to puke on him when she's finally here."
and, of course, everything is fine and dandy in the first few hours without george.
she made herself a sandwich then followed it with a bowl of cereal because she was craving something a little chocolatey, watching all of the youtube videos that she needed to catch up and scrolling her social media, replying to sweet messages on her twitter and doing a small q and a on her instagram for people to involve themselves in.
until she felt an ache roll across her belly.
an ache that was nothing like the braxton hicks she'd experienced just a short week ago when she'd panicked about going into labour. the midwife explaining it was just her body getting ready for when it was time to pop their little girl out, that it was nothing to worry about and that she wasn't in active labour and just needed to rest and enjoy the last few weeks as a family of two.
an ache that did worry her because it was harsh. enough to make her hunch over. enough to make her eyes water. enough to have her heart racing in her chest.
"you just had to do it without daddy here, huh? did you not hear our conversation earlier?"
she didn't want to interrupt george and she told herself that she had enough willpower to cope for the first hour, by herself, and she didn't want to call chris when he was in the middle of his shoot to tell him she needed her boyfriend when her labour was only at the first stage.
she reaches for her phone and tries to call arthur hill, except it goes to his voicemail twice. to which she left a rather agitated message in relation to how she was going to make him do all the nappy changes and have him on babysitting duty when her little one had arrived.
"yn?"
"arthur," she says, "hello."
"hi?"
"don't be so surprised i'm calling you, idiot. we're friends," she rolls her eyes to herself and her words come out as a low grumble and he huffs out a gentle laugh, "i just need your help."
"i'm in the middle of editing a new reacts video, can it wait till-"
"i think i'm in labour and i just need someone to come and sit with me for a little while. just in case," she grumbles out, looking at the clock as she kept a close eye on the minutes ticking by, "just until george comes home from his shoot with chris in a couple of hours."
"oh, shit."
"please don't panic," she begs him softly, hearing the instant shock and worry in his voice, "i'm fine. nothing is really progressing and i've only had two contractions in the last fifteen or so minutes. but-"
"no, no. it's fine. give me five minutes and i'll be down, okay? do you need me to bring you anything? does george have anything that you'll need?"
yn shakes her head, "no, no. just, yourself. please. george has a spare key in your flat, by the front door, you can use that."
"okay, i'll be there soon. just sit tight."
and when george gets home a short hour and a half after her first contraction, he's greeted with the sight of yn swaying her hips on her yoga ball in front of arthur who was sat on the sofa, her hands in his as she squeezed them gently, lips pursed as she took deep breaths in and out.
and, at first, he's confused.
until it really dawns on him and he's drops his stuff instantly. feet on their way to her before he could toe his trainers off and usually, yn would complain about the smell of his sweaty clothes after his arrival home after anything activity-related except today, she had bigger things to worry about.
"jesus christ, you didn't think to call me?"
"i didn't want to interrupt your shoot. plus, it's not too bad," yn smiles softly, her cheeks red and her forehead shiny with a thin layer of sweat building up on her skin, "arthur's been a great help. he should take up midwifery."
"no," arthur blurts out suddenly and she giggles lightly, "i don't have the stomach for it."
"okay, maybe a doula then," yn suggests, "your voice is very calming and soothing to listen to. i made him recite animal facts to distract him and myself."
she looks at george and his eyes are full of concern.
"george, i'm okay."
"she's a trooper," arthur lets george take her hands, replacing his spot in front of yn and he stands to his feet, wiping his hands on his t-shirt as they were warm and a little sticky, "do you need me or shall i leave you both to it?"
"i think we've got it," george look at him and smiles, "thanks, mate. i'll keep you updated on everything. hopefully we have a baby next time we see you."
arthur grins and bends over and presses a soft kiss to yn's forehead, squeezing her shoulder before he bids his farewell to the two of them, closing the front door behind him as he exits the flat. leaving yn and george in their own bubble, allowing them the privacy to endure the next step of their parenting journey together, the quiet feel to the room almost comforting for her as his thumb rubs over her knuckles reassuringly.
he calls the hospital, speaks to her midwife, lets yn inform of her of everything and they're told to come in because yn was definitely about to have a baby. no fake contractions this time around.
it was the real thing.
and she was terrified.
"i don't wanna go," she whispers tearfully and her feet come to halt at the front door, dropping his hand as he takes one step more and he turns to look at her, "george, i don't want to go."
"no, no. hey," he hoists the strap of the baby bag over his shoulder, her head dropping down to her chest as she hid the tears that were beginning to well and spill over her eyelids, "i know you're scared. hell, i'm scared, too. so scared. but we've got this, yeah? you've got this."
she shakes her head.
"yes, you have. you're the strongest woman i know, okay? you've been amazing through the last nine months, you've battled all you can battle, now it's time for the final step," he grins widely and she looks up at him, his palms cupping her face, "we're about to have a baby, yeah? the last nine months of growing our little bub is coming to an end."
"i can't do it," she whimpers and her bottom lip wobbles, "george, i can't."
and she bursts into tears. her cries echoing around the hallway, down the corridor of the floor of her flat, and his heart breaks at all of the emotions coming from within her. her cheeks wet. her eyes red. and he scoops her into a hug, hiding her face in his shoulder, cupping the back of her head with his hand.
"i'm with you every step of the way," he whispers, "right there, next to you, holding your hand. i'm not going anywhere."
she gulps back a thick sob, her tears dampening the shirt on his body and her knees are shaking, gently swaying as she felt a contraction start its painful ache across her stomach muscles, a heavy groan in the air that he could feel the pain radiate from.
when they get to the hospital and once she's given a room, with a pool in the corner in case she wanted it and a birthing ball beside her beside in case she found comfort on that, changing into a gown so she was a little more comfortable. the smell making her feel a little more at ease knowing she was somewhere where she could birth her baby safely. the gentle pastel colours of the walls around her making her feel less stressed and panicky and a lot more mellow and calmer.
and george stuck to his word.
he never left her side. he never tore his attention from her. he never left the room. he stayed planted to the seat beside the bed. only getting up to use the en-suite loo that came with the room and when she was after a nurse to ask a question about something she was a little scared and nervous about.
"think we should tell the guys?"
"i think arthur would have mentioned something," yn smiles, "i'm very surprised they're not in the waiting room."
"do you want them here?"
yn shakes her head, "as much as i'd love to see them, i just want you here."
he smiles and kisses her forehead.
"you're doing so well, okay? i wish i could do more for you than just hold your hand or rub your back," he frowns, "i just hate seeing you in so much pain."
"it's all worth it though, right? we get a baby at the end of this," she's softly spoken, having only just had an epidural to ease the pain she was feeling and to help her cope with the aches of her contractions, "me and you, can you believe that? not once did i ever picture us in this position when i saw you on tiktok all those years ago."
he snorts out a laugh and blushes softly.
"i'm so glad i commented on that one video you stitched onto mine," he reminds her, "don't think i'd be as happy with life than as i am now. never did i think i'd be a dad, though."
"you're going to be such a good dad," she says, "such a dilf."
yeah... so... i definitely love this girl-dad!george au that had risen up on this blog. i have a few messages in response to it so i'm going to work on them. i just love the idea of all of the boys being girl-dad's. :')))
please tell me i am not alone! anyway!
thank you for requesting this. my inbox is always open for george and arthurtv chats on here. xx
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What about George when his girl is insecure?
oh, he'd be the sweetest. you cannot tell me otherwise. he's a big old softy when it comes to her feeling insecure...
"oi, you. why are you hiding in here?"
yn tears her attention away from her phone and she directs her eyes over to the bedroom door, the quietness of the room being broken by her boyfriend's hushed voice. his head being all she could see as he peered into his bedroom, with the door being kept ajar so she could still hear the commotion of arthur's housewarming party from down the hallway, loud music and heavy chatter bouncing off the walls.
with a spare room going at george's, with arthur hill and chris taking the other two, they had offered it out to 'mister television' and it was an offer he took kindly. immediately making the flat his own from the moment he had started moving in.
"i just needed a bit of peace," yn replies softly, "everything okay?"
george nods softly and steps into the room, a bottle of peroni in his hand and, as he sat down beside her, she could smell the booze on his breath; intoxicating to her because there was something about drunk george that she couldn't get enough of. the way his eyes would darken after each beer, the way his lips got wetter and wetter, the way his hands would wander her body... it was something special and she longed for a night out where the two of them could let loose.
except, this night, she just wasn't feeling it.
she just wasn't feeling herself.
her relationship with george had been common knowledge for over a year now, his followers welcoming her in with open arms and the sweetest of messages, and she thought she'd gotten lucky in barely coming across any hate and messages that were simply posted out of pure jealousy and rage... until that morning, when she was sat at the kitchen island in george's flat, scrolling through her twitter and her instagram on her laptop and spooning porridge into her mouth, taking advantage of the quiet flat before any of the boys had woken up.
and, for some reason, the majority of her 'recommended' tweets were about her. the top comments showing on her most recent instagram post were hateful towards the way she looked. the most retweeted and the most liked comments were about how george should be with someone else because she was boring and holding him back from his career.
'anyone else feeling bored of her now? george needs someone better'
'george isn't so active on here anymore... we haven't had a video from him for months. single him was so much better'
'him and gkbarry were my endgame. i hate how yn came into his life and ruined the dream'
'she's so ugly... why her?'
she knew that reading one bad tweet would drown out the majority of the nicer comments but those comments were hard to ignore. if they were said out of spite, and if they were said to hurt her, then they were achieving exactly that... and it was silly because they were from online outlets.
"is that really the reason?"
"what?"
"that you needed some peace. baby, you've been off with me all day," george states, his bottle of beer being placed on the bedside table next to his side of the bed, freeing both hands so he could hold hers tightly, "if something is bothering you, you can tell me."
"i know," she smiles softly and he leaves the space beside her and kneels down in front of her, resting his arms on her thighs and her hands being kept in his tight hold, "i know i can."
"then talk to me."
she lifts her head from her lap and she can feel her chin wobbling as soon as she made eye contact with his eyes, concern and confusion flooding his orbs as he sees her demeanour drop from her usual self. the bubbly personality having gone missing that day. no jokes being shared, she didn't tease arthur for something he'd said, chris couldn't even make her laugh and she didn't break into song with arthur hill when she saw him.
"what's happened?"
"i just," she huffs out a heavy and shaky breath, her head rolling back and she looks up to the ceiling, "people are so mean online, george."
"i thought we spoke about not going looking for those kinds of tweets and messages," he reminds her, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles in a soothing manner, "there's no point getting sucked in to the hate and the negative tones on social media. blacklist the words."
"but i didn't go looking," she states, "they were just there. right when i opened twitter this morning. on my instagram. people were saying you could do better than me. that i'm ugly. that i'm stopping you from doing your job. it just made me feel bad. insecure, almost. like, i know you can have anyone you like. just look at you."
he tuts and shakes his head, a displeasing look on his features and he squeezes her hands in hopes she would look at him in the eye. which she did. in a manner that was slow and cautious because she knew she was being silly, dealing dramatically with the situation, yet she just couldn't help it. she had feelings and when they got too much, she just needed a relief in letting them out before she felt better.
"george-"
"you have nothing to be insecure about, alright? i love you," he says with the cheesiest grin on his lips, "i love you. always. everything that i do, it's done so that i can spoil you and take you away with me and treat you so well. not them."
"but-"
"no," he interrupts her and stops her from continuing, bringing up a finger to hold against her lips, "you're gorgeous. you're beautiful. you are my favourite person in the entire world, okay? yeah, they may have gotten me into this whole crazy dream of mine but, i get to live that dream with you."
her heart triples in size, thumping hard in her chest, and her lips curve into a smile against his finger.
"i'm so lucky to have you, baby. my number one fan, my number one tiktok commenter, my number one."
"that was cheesy," she murmurs and he rolls his eyes, standing to his feet and holding his hands out, "you know i'm going to tell them you just said that."
"don't," he warns her, pulling her to her feet and bringing her to his chest, her cheek resting against the t-shirt on his upper body and his lips pressing against her forehead, "you ready to come back out? the others have been asking for you."
she nods and looks up at him, standing on her tiptoes and placing a kiss to his lips.
"i love you too, by the way."
short and sweet for our georgey boy there. thank you for sending this in! i do love a bit of fluffy and boyfriend-y george fics - he just screams simp for his girlfriend, you can't tell me otherwise. xx
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100% agree with both Arthur’s but I feel like george is hella obsessed but like undercover, like it’s more the little things and little jealous glances but is also the most obsessed bf everrrr
oh, absolutely!
george is definitely the more jealous boyfriend.
internally, of course. he would never show it outwardly.
where he knows it's silly to feel jealous whenever she's having an in-depth conversation with his friends, he can't help but want to be in their position. wanting to be arthur's shoes as they speak about an animal documentary the both of them had watched once because she was speaking so strongly and passionately about a topic she felt was something that bored george. wanting to be in chris' shoes when they cheer on a football team they both love because he wanted to share a passion with her that they could both enjoy together. wanting to be in arthur hill's position as she gushes about his new music or a new tiktok video that she found funny.
and he knows she's just being a supportive friend to their friends and he's grateful for their own passions that they share together and how she talks about his tiktok videos and his youtube channel videos and films that they need to watch together.
when they do group outings, where his friends and their partners are invited out for the night, he always finds himself watching her with all emotions coursing through his body.
concern when she disappears with the girls because it's a busy place and he wants to keep a close eye on her and didn't like not knowing where she was about to go and who she was with. lust and adoration when she makes eye contact with him and shakes her hips on the dancefloor in an attempt to get him to join her. amusement when she gets more and more drunk through the night and stumbles her way back to him with her drink sloshing over the side of the glass and her sleeve soaked in whatever mix of cocktail she'd asked for. but he finds himself feeling a burning sensation low in his tummy whenever someone approaches her for a chat. because he thinks she's dressed beautifully and she looks gorgeous and he knows what goes through a man's head when a woman of such beauty is in their vicinity.
and he knows she would never do anything to hurt him or ruin their relationship; their trust for each other was strong enough for them to fend for themselves, only ever grabbing their attention if things felt a little off. so he leaves her to it.
he loves her, he's obsessed, he's thankful to have her in his life and he's cocky with that knowledge. knowing how she could have any other person in the world yet she chose him...
... and she always reassures him with that, too. xx
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I could read your writing all day honestly! Could you do a george as a dad imagine, he's such good dad material :)
oh my god, he would be! the most loving, kind, supportive dad in the world... :')) and all i can think of is girl dad.
it's a surprise.
not just for him (because he was there when yn suggested she take a test and he was there when she took the test in her bathroom and he was there for the confirmation scan to make sure everything was okay) but for the two of them.
they weren't trying.
they never really had the in depth conversation about kids and having a baby together. that was something they wanted to talk about when the future came around, when they were living in their own home as an engaged couple, ready and wanting to bring kids into the world as the next big milestone for them.
so it was a huge shock to see a positive answer on the stick in her hand. he let her take it alone, chewing on his fingernails with his knee bouncing with nerves as he sat on her bed, but he was there as soon as she was finished. holding her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, just standing there in a silence that neither of them wanted to break.
"shit."
"fuck."
"well-"
"what do we do, george?"
"i don't know," he responds, his eyes glued to test that had already determined their future, "i don't know."
she wants to cry, he wants to cry, but neither of them want to be the first to show their emotions towards the situation. she feels sick to her stomach yet she doesn't want to throw up, he feels anxiety low in his belly that he can't shake, both minds racing to figure out what it is that they wanted to do.
"i can't get rid of it," she frowns and he shakes his head, "i can't."
"god no," he looks at her for the first time and all he can do is let the soft smile lift his lips, "we're having a baby, baby."
"we're having a baby," she repeats, gulping back the lump forming in the back of her throat, "george, a baby."
"a baby," he laughs in the sweetest manner, arms wrapping around her waist as he pulls her in for the tightest squeeze he could manage, "jesus, we're gon'a be parents, yn. a mum and a dad. to a baby. a little, tiny baby."
their families were the first people they told. the two of them had the idea of doing it over a home-cooked sunday dinner, in his flat, that they got to use as an excuse to keep themselves busy to dodge any strange questions that their families had to ask them. to keep them from letting their nerves get the better of them.
and, of course, it was a shock for them.
but a good shock. her parents were the first to stand from the table, the first to hug the two of them, her mum in a complete tizzy as she congratulated her daughter whilst her dad pulls george into a strong handshake. his sister looking ecstatic, pulling yn into a hug as she spouts off all the things she gets to do with a niece or a nephew in her life before hi-fiving her brother, before his parents are up from the table and giving the two of them their own form of congratulations with hugs and kisses all around.
a sonogram is given to each of them and none of them can tear their eyes away from the tiny white dot in the middle of the black backing. and george can't help but let a smile burst from his mouth as he puts an arm around yn's shoulder and pulls her into his side.
"so, who wants sticky toffee? custard? cream? made by yours truly," george breaks the silence, "it's good."
the next is their friends.
his roommates; the two arthurs and chris. and they choose to tell them over breakfast... yn offers to cook for them, which they can never turn down, and they think nothing of it as they sit down at the table and pour themselves their own drinks. chris on a cup of tea, arthur (tv) on orange juice and arthur (hill) on a cup of coffee. the table full of plates filled with all kinds of breakfast foods.
and it's a nice moment shared between the five of them. laughter and stories shared, an array of 'thank you's from the four boys as they scoff down the breakfast that she had made for them, sipping on her own smoothie that she had made because george insisted she tried to include more fruits and veggies in her diet during the pregnancy.
"so."
"so?" chris repeats, looking at george with a confused look etched on his face, "was this breakfast for something in particular?"
"kind of," yn smiles and nods, looking across to george as the two arthur's place their knives and forks down on the table, food still piled up on their plates, "we have some news."
"you're moving out?" arthur (hill) asks, "does that mean i can have the big bedroom now?"
george shakes his head, "sorry, pal."
"it's a bit more exciting than that," yn grins and laughs as the three boys look at her, waiting patiently for the reason breakfast had been cooked for them all that morning, "me and george, we're having a baby. i'm pregnant."
"no way?" chris asks and his eyes widen, "george knows what sex is?"
george scoffs and throws a piece of sausage in chris' direction which he gladly catches and pops into his mouth, standing up from his seat with open arms and walking towards yn, to which she stands up and welcomes his arms around her.
"congratulations, you guys. that's amazing," he presses a kiss to yn's cheek before pulling away, "a baby, eh?"
yn grins widely and pats her belly with two hands.
"tucked up in there, growing away," she says, rubbing across the expanse of her non-existent bump, "a little me or a little george, who knows?"
"hopefully it's a little you," arthur (tv) claims, taking chris' spot and giving yn the tightest hug possible, "we don't need more mucky and annoying george's in the world, do we? one is enough."
yn laughs and returns the hug, a kiss pressed to her cheek, before he pulls away.
"platform roulettes are gonna be different now," arthur (hill) states and follows in suit of the other boys, hugging yn tightly and pressing a kiss to her cheek, "congratulations. this is huge news."
once the most important people in their lives had been told, they were weary to announce it to the public... part of them wanted to not share it and keep it quiet between their close friends and family but they knew that wouldn't happen because one of them was bound to muck up and accidentally share it without thinking about it.
and all they did was share an instagram post.
on both pages.
just a picture taken of the sonogram sitting on a babygrow with 'baby clarke, est. summer' printed on the front.
their comments from the general public turned off and only allowing their close friends and family to comment to save any overwhelming comments that they just didn't need to read. twitter could say what they wanted, tiktok could do what they wanted, because they chose to steer clear of anything negative... especially with her hormones in on a rollercoaster of ups and down.
and throughout yn's pregnancy, he's obsessed.
he can't stop taking photos of her and a her bump, especially when she's wearing clothes that really accentuate the curve of her front. he can't stop being close to her, hand on her bump when they're out in public and holding her waist when they're at events, talking to their baby through the bump and reading stories when they know their baby has developed all it's sensory organs and can hear the outside world. he's so in love. and the closer and closer it gets to her arrival, the more and more excited he feels.
and when she's born, he's in love.
he can't stop looking at her, completely infatuated with how the two. he just wants to hold her all the time.
"she's ours," he whispers, his thumb delicately stroking the softest tufts of her hair as she snoozes in yn's arms, milk-drunk and fed and happy in her place, "mine and yours. we made her, baby."
"she's perfect," yn grins tiredly, her jaw aching from how smiley she had been once she'd come down from the high of adrenaline during her labour. the birthing pool still set up in the corner of the hospital room, yoga ball deflated and on the floor by her overnight bag, clean clothes on her body. "thank you."
"i should be thanking you."
she shakes her head, "george, you've been the best over the last few months. i know i've not been easy. but you've been incredible. and i love you, so much."
he leans up and presses a kiss to her lips, "you did all the hard work. you grew her, you kept her safe, you gave birth to her. baby, the least i could do was look after you when you needed me."
yn smiles warmly at him.
"want me to put her down?"
yn nods and he looks like he's done it before. like he was a dad of four and he was a professional at everything. holding her in the crook of his arm, supporting her head, close to his chest and barely touching her because he was terrified he was going to break her. placing her ever so gently in the clear bassinet in the corner of the room and settling her down, covering her with a blanket, before he made his way back to yn.
"i'm so so proud of you," he smiles, sitting back beside her, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly, "so proud of you. watching you give birth to her, all that pain, i couldn't have fallen more in love with you."
"i had you," she whispers softly, a crack in her voice, "can do anything when i've got you next to me."
probably not what you expected with this prompt but... i got a little carried away at the thought of george with a newborn baby and it makes me all warm on the inside.
thank you for this! xx
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I love your writing so much! I'd really love a george smut giving him head and getting praised, idk I feel like he'd be dom but also really caring?
christ, yes.
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george loves to dominate.
to him, there was something about telling her what to do, guiding her through something he needed from her touch, that made him feel thrilled. gently holding her head in place as she worked her magic on his cock, allowing her the chance to pull away whenever she wanted, feeling the warmth of her mouth as she salivated around his girth. watching her bob her head up and down as she dug her nails into the flesh of his thighs, her eyes watering, lips swelling and moist from the continuous motions.
yn loves to be praised.
hearing his low groans of satisfaction as well as his guttural grunts of pleasure, it made her feel happy knowing that she can make him feel good with just a swipe of her tongue or a slight jerk of her hand. pet-names rolling off of his tongue, one after another, making her heart flutter and her belly tingle. gentle profanities are mixed with softly spoken praises and they only encourage her to carry on.
"that feels so good."
she can feel her knees aching from the hard floor of the living room and how she'd settled herself between his legs and she was starting to wish she agreed to moving things to the bedroom... except he was desperate for her and she wanted to please him as fast as possible. anything that took them too long could go forgotten about.
but she wasn't about to give up for some dull aches in her legs. not when she could taste him on her tongue as he got close, when she could hear the desperation to orgasm in his praises, when she could feel her own arousal beginning to form at just how she had him unfolding before her.
his fingers clasp around fistfuls of her hair, her fingernails form tiny crescents on his thighs, and she lets him control her in any way he wanted to. using her mouth however he pleased. anyway that he desired because it was his orgasm and she wanted him to feel plenty satisfied when he was done.
"look at me," he whispers, tilting her head back and looking deeply into her eyes, his cock sliding from between her lips with a string of saliva connecting the two of them together, her eyes watering as they met his darkening orbs. "you look so pretty," he adds, cupping the back of her head with his hands and using his thumbs to brush under her eyes, "so beautiful with my cock in your mouth."
"really?" she croaks back in response, lifting one hand from his thigh and wrapping it around the base of his length, and he nods softly before he winches at the gentle tug that she pulls, "i only want yours, george. only yours."
"you'll always have mine," he smiles softly down at her before he lets her head drop back down, watching as she enveloped the glistening tip of his cock back into her mouth, "looks good when i've got yours mouth wearing it, anyway. don't want anyone else."
and it's not long before he can feel the knot tighten in his stomach. his toes curling into the floor of the living room, hands falling from her head as his arms drop to his side, his head rolls back for a brief second before he looks back down at her after the sudden loss of her warm mouth disappeared from between his legs.
"m'so close, baby."
"cum for then," she whispers lowly, "right here."
she points to her face and he groans out heavily, replacing her touch with his own as he jerked himself to the end of his orgasm, their eyes locked with each others as he grew closer and closer. sloppy sounds mixed with his own moans filling the silence of the living room and it wasn't long before she was painted with the arousal that spurts from the tip. warm on her skin, dribbling down her chin, glistening under the gentle light of the room.
"thank you," he leans over and presses a kiss to her forehead and all she can muster up is a tired smile, "come on, lets get you cleaned up."
"but-"
"the rest can wait for just a second," he insists, helping her stand to her feet before he stood up on his own two feet, pulling up his boxers and following her towards the bedroom, "it's your turn next. i've been craving the taste of you all day." xx
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For clarkey and television boobs or bum??
oh good god...
A R T H U R
he's definitely a boob guy.
without a doubt.
his hands are the perfect size to hold them, which he's no stranger to doing on the frequent occasion, whether it be resting his hands over them whilst cuddling on the sofa or squeezing them in his palms as he attaches his mouth to her nipples.
he's like a cheeky schoolboy whenever she wears any kind of clothing that was revealing of her chest region. whether it be from a dress or from a top that was low-cut, he's a giggling mess and he goes all shy and he can't seem to tear his eyes away from the supple swells of her breasts showing from her clothes.
and she has to remind him, "my eyes are up here, pervert."
to which he stutters out his apologies with a nervous laugh.
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G E O R G E
bum.
all day, every day.
he's such a bum guy.
he loves his girl's behind and he'll find any reason to touch it. when at home, he has free reign to squeeze a cheek every time she walks past him or give her a cheeky slap when he's following behind her or in the kitchen with her. when they're at an event together, he'll wrap an arm around her waist throughout the night but, by the end of the night or when he's a few pints deep, he's practically cupping her bum without a care in the world on who's looking.
his eyes will always take in and relish upon the curves of her behind.
"i can feel you looking."
"can't a man just admire the view before him?"
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