Mutuals as the Bo Rhap boys GO!!!! 💘

@tenement-funstah as ben bc i just think she’s so beyond precious

@coffeewritingwine bc she’s very well spoken and i find her really interesting

@killerqueenunderpressure as joe bc she makes me laugh and i don’t even think she means to

@deakyclicks bc i don’t really know her that well but i still totally adore her

have any good joe fics? been looking for some new fics of joe to read 😁

i actually havent read any Joe fics recently BUT there is one that im looking forward to reading! I’ve been meaning to read it before bed for the last couple of days but i keep falling asleep too fast lmao

anyway, its Self Control by @deakyclicks and chapter 1 can be found HERE

if anyone has any more recs chuck them in the replies or send me an ask!

also check my joe x reader tag for things i’ve recd in the past!

You really said “fuck deakyclick’s feelings” with SSR and I felt THAT. Easily the best series I’ve ever read

not to blow your spot since the original request was sent on anon but babe thank you so much for sending me such a banger of a prompt that i couldn’t possibly contain my response in one small blurb. like that concept was so incredible and i never would have thought of something like that and god i loved writing that series so much

what’s your favourite of my fics?

For a 1000 celebration: SEASIDE RENDEZVOUS CONT— What about a hc about running into joe at a Christmas party on campus because he knew someone that attended your school and when you see each-other all the memories flood back in and things get heated in a nearby spare bedroom 👀

Forgot how much I enjoyed writing these two dorks lmao

Seaside Rendezvous Masterlist

1000 Follower Celebration

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Christmas time on campus meant one thing. Parties. There was at least two every night in the lead up to the holiday, though numbers did start to dwindle a little as some people flew home to visit their families. But for those who remained it was the prime chance to drink and be merry. And try to find someone to sleep with. That was the main reason you were at tonight’s party. Technically still recovering from the previous night but nothing another drink or two wouldn’t fix. Last night you’d met this guy, Daniel someone-or-other. You’d chatted for a bit, flirted, but hadn’t been able to seal the deal. His friends had dragged him away before you could so much as kiss. But then you’d heard he’d be at tonight’s party so you rolled out of bed in the afternoon, downed a couple of aspirin, and found yourself something to wear that made you look hot.  

Now that you were at the party though it seemed like a bit of a waste of time. Daniel whatever his name was had swiftly forgotten you, and instead was making out with some other chick in full view of the whole room. It was disgusting really, practically dry humping for everyone to see. You wished it was you. Absentmindedly tugging on your necklace, you turned away from them in search of another drink and saw a familiar profile. Talking to someone, red cup in hand. You shook your head. It couldn’t be him, you must’ve had more to drink than you thought. Because Joe couldn’t be here. It was incomprehensible. But it really did look like him. You pushed your way through the crowd, hoping to at least get a better look. He turned. You stopped dead in your tracks. There was no mistaking those eyes or that smile. It only got bigger when he saw you.

“Y/N?” He asked, almost yelling to be heard over the noise even though he hurried to your side, “Is that you?” 

“Joe?”

“The one and only,” 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you gave him a small slap on the arm. 

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” 

“I go to school here,” 

“No shit! I’m mates with Steve over…. somewhere, he’s here somewhere. I’m staying with him over Christmas.” 

“No way! God what a small world” 

“So how’ve you been since Hawaii?” 

“Pretty good, bit busy but good, you?” 

“Yeah, more or less the same. I never thought I’d see you again,” 

“Yeah, me neither.” 

“D’you want to get away from the noise?” 

“Yes, please,” 

Joe took your hand in his, an action he’d done what felt like hundreds of times. When you were by the pool, pinkies hooked together so no one would see. Alone in his room, palms pressed and fingers intertwined as he drew another moan from you. Sitting on his balcony on your last night, his fingers tracing the lines of yours. You shook your head, trying to clear away the memories that had sprung up with the contact, and let him lead you through the crowd, towards a set of stairs and then towards a closed door. Gingerly he peeked inside, pushing the door wide when it was clear it was empty.  

“That’s better,” he said softly once the door was shut, dulling the noise of the party below. You wanted to kiss him. He was looking at you, staring slightly out of focus which could have been because he’d been drinking but you suspected he was running through a similar series of memories as you were and you wanted to kiss him. But you couldn’t. Not yet at least.  

“So,” he cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets, “been a few months since we saw each other. What have you been up to? How’s your family?” 

“They’re good. Still the same. I went home for thanksgiving and the whole street knew I’d broken up with Eddie and struck out with a guy on holiday,” you rolled your eyes and Joe laughed. 

“Well at least they didn’t know you didn’t strike out,” 

“Yeah spose so. Although maybe if the knew I wouldn’t have got so many condescending ‘there’s plenty of fish in the sea’ comments. What about you though? What’s been going on for Joe?”

“Uh, well, usual stuff I guess. School, work, dating, went home for a bit.”

“Dating?” you cringed a little at how fast you’d asked. Of course he’d been dating, same as you. You were holiday fuckbuddies really, everything between you ended the day you’d left the resort and got on a plane. Who were you to hope he was still single? 

“Yeah. Not overly successfully though.” 

“Oh. I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not. Well, depends how you answer this next question. Are you seeing anyone?” 

“Nope. Still single.” 

“Thank god,” He closed the space between you in about two steps, placing a hand on your cheek as he kissed you. You might as well have been back in Hawaii, hidden away in Joe’s room. It was like the last three or so months hadn’t happened. Like you hadn’t said goodbye and then not seen each other again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, stepping backwards towards the bed and pulling Joe with you. He pushed your jacket off your shoulders, only breaking the kiss to tug his own shirt off. You were working on his belt as he reached to get the zip of your dress, and then he stopped. “You’re wearing it,” his finger traced the delicate chain from where it sat on your shoulder down to the bright plumeria flower. 

“Well I needed something to make winter feel warmer.” 

And then his lips were back on yours. He tugged at your zip with renewed vigour as you went back to fumbling blindly with his belt.  

As soon as you were free of everything but your underpants you scooted into the middle of the bed, offering a quick silent apology to whoever’s room it was. Joe followed, unwilling to stop kissing you for too long. 

“You got a condom?” 

“Yeah, hang on,” he kissed you again quickly before leaning over the edge of the bed to find his pants, “remember when I forgot which draw I’d put them in?” 

You giggled at the memory, “that was after the golf thing right? When you choked me?” 

“Trust you to remember being choked. Dirty girl. Could always do it again, for old time’s sake,” He wiggled the fingers of one hand in the air, making you laugh, and then let out a, “finally,” as he found the condom he’d been searching for, pushing himself back onto the bed. You were still laughing when he kissed your stomach, fingers hooking into your underwear to tug them down your legs. You sighed as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, anticipating his next move. The last few times you’d had sex had been hook-ups at parties and one-night stands. People you’d never slept with before or seen again since. But being with Joe again was better. You’d spent weeks wrapped up in each other. He knew you, knew your body. Even with the time apart he still remembered just how to touch you. You whined when his tongue flicked over your clit, your legs falling open wider than they already were. 

“Such a lovely sound,” he said softly, running two fingers along your folds, making you squirm as they brushed either side of your clit, “you as loud as I remember?” 

“Keep going like that and we’ll find out,” 

“Think I can do a bit better,” he nipped the inside of your thigh with his teeth as he slipped his fingers into you, slowly working them deeper, “now if I remember right…” he trailed off, concentrating as he shifted his fingers. 

“Fuck,” 

“There it is,” 

You could feel his smirk as he curled his fingers just right, bringing his mouth back to your clit. Your back arched as he drew a soft moan from you. 

“Good girl,” 

“You never did know when to shut up,” you heard him laugh as your hand fell to the back of his head, encouraging him to keep going and, to his credit, he did, latching onto your clit as he pumped he fingers into you, curling against the same spot on every pass. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to hit, tugging on Joe’s hair as he helped you ride it out, cleaning up the mess he’d caused.

He crawled back up to kiss you again, the taste of you on his lips and tongue. You could feel him pressing against your core through his underwear and whined at the need for more. Joe’s underwear soon joined the rest of the clothes on the floor as he sat back on his knees, rolling the condom down his shaft. You gasped as he entered you, clutching at his shoulders, pulling him close. His breath was in your ear as you wrapped your legs around him, and he started to move. You left a trail of kisses over his jaw and neck as he rolled his hips against you, finding his rhythm. Soft moans and little ‘ohs’ fell from your lips with each of his thrusts, mixing with his own panted breaths and grunts, his forehead pressed to yours. If you closed your eyes you could almost smell the sea air. You moaned his name as his fingers dropped to your clit, though he quickly swallowed the sound, kissing you deeply as you felt your orgasm build. It rolled over you like a wave, your fingers momentarily tightening against his back, a cry catching in your throat. He gasped your name as he followed you over the edge.  

“You know how you tend to remember things as being better then they actually were?” you asked, curled into Joe’s embrace. 

“Yeah,” 

“Yeah well, my brain got it wrong. Don’t remember anything as good as that was.” 

He hummed in agreement, both of you falling silent, not wanting to break the warm contentment you felt being together again. But you couldn’t put it off forever. 

“So how long are you here for?” 

“Not long, less than a week.” 

“Oh,” 

“Yeah. Really wish it was longer now that I know you’re here.” His arms tightened around you as if it would somehow change things.  

“Spose we should make the most of whatever time we’ve got,” 

“I’m quite enjoying just doing this,” he dropped a small kiss to the top of your head, “feels like before.” 

“Yeah but, as nice as this is, we should probably get out of this stranger’s room before we get caught.” 

“Okay, valid point,” he laughed. 

“You can come back to my dorm if you want. The girl I share with has gone home for the holiday so we wouldn’t be disturbing anyone.” 

“Me, get to see how Y/N lives? I’d love to.” 

“Alright, let me up,” you wriggled free of his hold, “and then once we’re out of here we can talk more about you choking me again.”

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Hi again love it’s the bday hc anon! For the prompt I can just be something super small like waking up in ben’s arms and kissing his chest to wake him up :)

okay ya’ll know I love writing soft Ben. The idea of waking up in his arms is enough to send me into cardiac arrest tbh so thank you for feeding my inner Soft Bitch. Hope you like this and happy birthday again!

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When Ben texted to say his flight had been delayed you were disappointed to say the least. It was a late flight anyway, though that hadn’t stopped you from planning to stay up and wait for him, but with a delay of who knows how long there was no way you were going to make it. You’d already stayed up later than normal when his message came through and though you ummed and ahhed about whether you could keep yourself awake for the extra hours with coffee and a movie, you ultimately decided to call it a night and go to bed. You were asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

There was light streaming in through the window when you woke, making you squeeze your eyes shut tighter than they already were. You tilted your head down, snuggling deeper into the body beside you in an effort to block it out. Still in that limbo between asleep and awake, you breathed deep, the familiar scent making you smile before you’d realised what it meant. Your senses slowly came to life. The soft snoring was the next thing you picked up on, followed by the realisation that you were wrapped up in someone’s arms, forehead leaning against their chest. The word ‘Ben’ was pushed to the forefront of your groggy brain as you took another breath, and began to blink your eyes open.  

You found yourself curled up tight against Ben, who’d had just enough energy to remove his shirt and shoes before falling into bed. You had no memory of him arriving home, let alone how you’d come to hook your legs around his or when you’d thrown your arm over his side, your other pinned between him and the mattress. But sometime during the night you’d clung to him like a koala. He’d clung back. It was nigh on impossible to disentangle yourself while he was still asleep. You tried, vaguely thinking about making a nice breakfast for the both of you, but your arm was stuck and whenever you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, he’d groan and squeeze you tighter. It made you giggle, quietly, at how ridiculous you must look had anyone been there to see you and how your friends would call you saps for being so clingy in the first place. The idea that you could just stay there and go back to sleep flittered through your mind but the bright light in your eyes and the pins and needles prickling your arm said otherwise. You tried again to free yourself but it went just as well as the first time.

“Ben,” you said softly, feeling a little bad that you’d have to wake him after he’d got home so late, “honey, you gotta let me up.”

Ben didn’t respond.

“Benny, c’mon,” you whined into his chest.

He made a soft groan and shifted slightly.  

You pressed a kiss to his warm skin, “Love you, bub, but I’m gonna lose an arm if you don’t let me move soon.” You were talking at a regular volume now, all trace of sleep gone as you tried to wake your unconscious lump of a boyfriend. In between words you left more kisses over his chest. Other than poking him in the side, it was about all you could do and poking him came with the risk of being hit as he sleepily defended himself, especially when you were trapped so close.  

“Ben, jesus, I know you’re tired but this is ridiculous. How are you such a heavy sleeper?”  

The more you spoke, the more he snuffled in his sleep, sometimes shuffling around to press his face further into the pillows like he was clinging to sleep the same way he was clinging to you.  

“If you don’t get up soon I’m gonna have to knee you in the balls and I know you don’t want that. I don’t want to do it to you, appalling welcome home.”

There was a groan as you kissed him again, a proper waking up groan.

“Morning bub,”

“M’rn’n,”

“You awake yet?”

“No,”

“You awake enough to let me up?”

“Not really. Quite enjoying this, although you could give a little more attention to my nipples.”

“I could also bite you,”

“Save that for later. I’ll move.” He sighed as he rolled onto his back, finally allowing you to pull your tingling arm free. You shook your arm out, watching as Ben rubbed the sleep from his eyes. You’d missed the sight. The sound of his rough morning voice. The warmth that radiated off him, even on the coldest days. You couldn’t help but smile as your shifted up the bed, content to reclaim the pillow beside Ben’s now that you were comfortable.

“Did I hear you threaten to knee me in the balls, or did I dream that?” he asked, squinting at you as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“No, that was me,”

“So violent,”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures. It’s a good thing you woke up before you forced my hand,”

“Missed you,”

“Missed you too, bub”