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icallhimjoey · 1 year
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Hi beautiful, I was wondering if you could write a little something about spending some quality time with Joe while straddling him and playing with his little happy trail
i couldnt not write this, beautiful request. thank you <3 Wordcount: 1.9K
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What Are You Wearing
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Ugh was the best way to describe it.
Ugh.
You couldn’t count on your fingers how many things had pissed you off that day. No more coffee in the house as you’d woken up. Joe had left the toothpaste out, all squeezed in the middle, cap nowhere to be found. Your favourite black jeans had a fat orange bleach stain near the bottom from cleaning the bathroom last night.
“Use bleach, I love the smell of bleach,” Joe had said when you'd made a deal; he’d take care of the kitchen, you’d do the bathroom. He’d handed you a bottle. You hadn’t even thought of what it could do if you weren’t careful, and now it was all ruined.
There was no more windscreen wiper fluid in the car, so you had to drive and peer through thick white dirty streaks which was dangerous and annoying, because you remembered thinking “Oh, I’ll get some next time,” about three weeks ago, and then had forgotten about it completely.
Everything was ugh.
All day all you could think of was going home and crawling back into bed after a scorching hot shower you’d sit on the floor for, because they were clean now, because of the fucking bleach.
Five minutes before you got to go home, you received an e-mail about some outstanding bill you’d forgotten about, and they’d added administration costs now and it was all so stupid. You were going to have to pay more money because you’d done something so human. People forgot things all the time. Just remind them! Don’t make them pay for it.
It was Joe’s turn to take care of dinner that night.
He had said he was going to get you something good. Get some coffee too, you had added grumpily.
You’d have dinner. You’d shower. You’d go hide underneath the covers and wait for a better day. When there’d be coffee. Those were the plans.
But then, when you walked in, late, because of course you’d run late, the flat didn’t smell of food at all.
You walked in, annoyed, a little dazed, tired, and with expectations that weren’t met which only pushed you closer to tears you’d get so angry over crying. It always felt so stupid to cry over silly little things. But they had stacked up and made one big, huge thing, and it was starting to become silly in a different way. An all-consuming, I’m-going-to-eat-you and you-won’t-get-out-alive silly kind of way.
“Hey!” Joe said from the sofa, all cheery, like today wasn’t the worst day ever.
Ugh.
You walked in, stopped right in the middle of your living room, and closed your eyes. Took a deep breath. Get yourself together, bitch. Joe didn’t deserve you taking it all out on him.
“Oh no,” you heard Joe, moving, sitting up. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything’s all fucked up today, and I just. Give me a second to acclimate.” you said, trying more deep breaths, eyes closed still. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Your stomach rumbled. The flat didn’t smell of food. It was well past dinner time. Joe probably had good reasons. He always had good reasons.
You clenched your fists as hard as you could. Then relaxed. Did it once more, just to be sure.
Then you opened your eyes, blinked them into focus, and looked at Joe.
“Joe,” you groaned, instantly right back in the awful mood you’d just tried so very hard to push away. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
Joe looked slightly panicked, tipped his head down to give his own outfit a once over before they looked back at you again.
“I thought this was fine?”
“Joey,”
“What? You said you liked this!” Joe plucked at his shirt. You did like his shirt. But not matched with the trousers, and God, why did he put the cardigan over top? And the socks? Cute, colourful. But, no, baby. No.
“You went outside in that?” you sounded so defeated, like it was the worst thing in the world. It wasn’t, it very wasn’t. Joe could flutter those eyelashes over his big brown eyes, and no one would even really notice what he was wearing. You knew. You’d been there, once. But today everything was wrong.
And there was no food.
And Joe looked like a toddler who’d gotten to dress himself for the first time.
“No, I locked myself up inside all day, like a hermit,”
Sarcasm. The language of bullies and mean-spirited assholes. Exactly the opposite of what you needed. And Joe saw then that you weren’t in the mood for playful bickering. It would all feel too real too quickly, and you clearly needed soft, tender care. Light-hearted jokes were fine, but only at his own expense. Not yours.
Then Joe scrambled. Quick hands to undo buttons, fast.
Cardigan came off first. He threw it across the room, made the place look untidy instantly.
“Better?” he asked, but his hands, fingers didn’t stop. His button down was next.
“Here, gone.” Joe pushed one arm out, then shook the other until it came off completely, leaving him topless.
Joe never wore undershirts. He should really start wearing undershirts, you thought. A simple white crewneck would actually be the perfect addition to what he still had on now.
But then Joe leant back, brought hands to the button of his trousers, and it was so stupid, but Joe trying to make you feel better by taking off a bad outfit was actually what brought you closer to tears than all the other shit that you’d had to deal with throughout the day.
“Stop,” you tried, but a smile found your face and Joe saw that what he was doing was working.
Joe undid his trousers, stood up and stepped in place, high knees, until he was out of them. Then thumbs found the waistband of his underwear, and you let your eyes grow big.
“Stop,”
Joe raised an eyebrow, cocked his head, and you stepped closer quickly, reaching for his arms, yanking them away and you weren’t sure how Joe did this. How Joe could find the negative within you and then do the exact thing you needed for all of it to disappear. How did Joe know how to do this? It was like magic, and it worked every single time.
He only fought you for a second, pretending his was absolutely going to pull his boxers down whilst you tried to wrestle his arms away from him, until he pulled you into a hug.
A tight one.
One that squeezed all the left over negative out.
Joe was stood in his socks and underwear, and you were still in your coat, and you hugged. You hugged, squeezed, and nuzzled your cold nose into the crook of his neck. Joe held you, until you sighed deeply and said, “I’m hungry.” It made Joe laugh, not letting go. “Food should be here in 15 minutes,” Joe pulled his face back, kissed you on the temple. It made you scrunch up your eyebrows, like it hurt, and Joe did it again, kept kissing you in the same spot, checking in between, until your face relaxed.
“Talk to me,” he then said, but before you could, he let himself fall back and took you with him. It was only uncomfortable for a second, until your knees found the sofa next to his thighs, and Joe’s grip on you loosened enough for you to sit up, straddling him now.
“Tell me what’s all fucked up today,” Joe took your head in his hands, and you found his wrists to hold onto as he brought you close, pressing kisses everywhere but your mouth.
You talked about the coffee. The toothpaste. The orange bleach stain. The windscreen wiper fluid. The bills. The forgetting, God, you felt so stupid for always forgetting everything all the time.
Joe listened, and was there, and you thought, maybe the food could wait. Maybe that scorching hot shower could wait. Because you were sat on top of your boyfriend, who helped you out of your coat, and he was practically naked, and he hadn’t trimmed his beard in a while, and he listened. Joe just looked at you, big brown eyes, and listened.
Half the things you complained about were things Joe was the direct cause of, but he didn’t interrupt. Just let you speak. Took it all in.
As you spoke, your hands wandered. Beard. Perfect, unruly. Longer than he’d ever had it before. You absentmindedly let your hands run through it from underneath out, and Joe lifted his head a little, gave you better access as you watched your fingertips get lost and reappear again.
Down. Chest hair. There wasn’t a lot, but just enough to scrape nails through. Up and down. Swirling, a little. Soft skin, milky white, freckles barely visible if you didn’t look hard enough.
Down further. Happy trail below his navel. Joe’s stomach muscles tensed slightly as you ran a finger down, back up, back down again. You used your index finger and your middle finger to hold it in between, like hairdressers would hold hair to cut. You noted how the hair got coarser the further down you went, and you let your finger trips trail until they lingered and you realised when you heard Joe chuckle softly that you’d stopped talking. It was just caressing fingers now, your attention fully with what you were touching. It didn’t leave enough brain space to also get all the bad things out; it was all just Joe’s body hair now.
“I can still take them off, if you’ll allow me,” Joe said, and you looked up to see a wicked grin you couldn’t help but copy. Joe’s hands were still holding your head, and you felt him pull at you slightly, prompting you to move in for a kiss.
Joe was soft. Caring. Kind. You were kissing, just to kiss. Just to be close, in this moment. Lips brushing and pressing, noses touching, all love. It was all warmth, and sweetness, and when Joe’s hands left your face to wrap his arms around your neck to pull you even closer - could you get even closer? - you full body relaxed into him, into his kisses, and that’s when you knew, it was all good.
Today was actually fine.
It was all easy fixes, and Joe knew just how.
He’d buy coffee. He’d get you new black jeans and would never suggest using bleach again. He’d fill up the windscreen wiper fluid. Find the lid to the toothpaste. Remind you of important things that didn’t need forgetting. Get out of his clothes that he didn’t know how to match together properly.
Joe’d do it all for you.
Kissing Joe, being kissed by Joe like this was really the easiest way to patch it all up. Slow hands, soft touches, closed eyes and little throat noises. It fixed everything.
Besides maybe, your rumbling stomach. Fuck, you were hungry.
But then the doorbell rang, thank God, and the food was here, and you loved Joe, you really did, but food was here, and today was actually great.
“Never wear that stupid shit together again,” you whispered into his mouth before you got up to answer the door, and Joe laughed. Heartily laughed, and he promised nothing.
Because if wearing bad outfits got you smiling the way you did when he got out of them, he’d wear bad outfits every day for the rest of his life.
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fake-myth · 3 months
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I love the Arcana but wtf are these bitches wearing?
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sea-of-machines · 8 months
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when the 70's fashion hits too hard
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You’ve been missed. Hoping that all is well.
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PERSONALLY, all is very well, thank you for remembering us here at WAYWTH Corp. 💗
PROFESSIONALLY, our CFO unfortunately invested all of our corporate capital into bitcoin and promptly embezzled it — so we’ve been restructuring our organization and courting investors from the craft rooms of our collective mothers’ basements. In light of this, WAYWTH blog is on hiatus while we attempt to secure funding or track down our CFO. We think she might be living in Montenegro under an assumed name. Thank you for your understanding at this difficult and embarrassing time. The only way out is through.
WAYWTH would also like to wish everyone a very happy and safe Pride, especially Tom Hardy and his Crocs.
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murky-goop · 6 months
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Bruce….. honey…… your toupee…
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amalthea9 · 5 months
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@gifseafins @iam-siriuslysher-lokid and @vijayasena
Do any of you know what these are from??!
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Because I'm screaming 😍🤣
They showed up on my Pinterest the other day and I haven't been okay since 🤣🤣🤣😛😛😛
Ram Charan looks both SO good and SO ridiculous at the same time and I don't know how to handle it. *screams into pillow in confused horny*🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Tagging @ariel-seagull-wings @professorlehnsherr-almashy
Because you two must see these👀🤣
(Da I almost tripped and fell twice while looking at these images Rama tried to kill me twice 🤣🤣🤣)
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mayorwhisper · 2 days
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so grunge.
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7furhr8 · 4 months
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✨E.T.H.A.N✨
(Also, he looks like his mom just beat him and is forcing him to smile)
(or like he's hanging out at a friends house, and his parents are yelling at him)
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pastel-pillows · 3 months
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Did you know... That like a good neighbor, state farm is there
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Thank you @jo-harrington for making this
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fifth-nail · 2 years
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He's so happy hang someone i can't with him
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cardi-c · 7 months
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I’m sexting you an address
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icallhimjoey · 1 year
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Omg "what are you wearing" was like a with Joey packed care package, it has fluff, it has beard scratching ,chest hair , happy trail ALL INVOLVED and the description for his outfit as a toddler wo was allowed to dress himself for the first time is just on point
All in one!!
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ma'am......???
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halsdaisy · 2 years
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q back in his silly little outfit
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them 💙
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gin-juice-tonic · 7 months
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remembering one of the times i was getting evaluated by a therapist to determine if i was "really trans" or not or whatever and he was like "so if you transitioned to male, how would you dress differently?"
and i was like "i.. dont know. I wouldnt?"
and he looked at me blankly and wrote something down and said "really? you wouldnt wear anything more masculine?"
and i realized i'd given the wrong answer so I just said "I would... wear... suits?"
and he smiled and wrote something else down like "ah! yes"
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