#I NEEED THISSSS

[anticipationspren]

HELLOOOOOOOOOOO

[sluttylilthing]

who’s gonna tell me how much of a pretty girl i am while im on my knees in front of you as you finger fuck my mouth

[eginardus]

I have just scheduled a very stressful call except I don't know when they will actually call, I just know it'll happen between 5pm and 9pm any day from now and I feel sick 👍

[spineless-lobster]

I have a lionflame meme

I made it, its not done yet but i NEEED to show someone

Akshfkjdhfkshfksjjdh I love thissss 😭

[peiivnao]

IMA WHOOP SOMEONE'S ASS CUZZZZ WHO ALLOWED THISSSS AHHHHHHH HIS SO DAMN FOINNNNNN WTFF😭🤟

I neeed him SOO BADDDAHHHHHHHHH

[missamyrisa2]

how would you tickle a girly who loooves lickles? especially on her pits and feet and girly pearly? 🫣 asking for a friend... who may or may not be myself tehe

Ooooh you need that tour of tickles don'tcha you sillyyyy butterfly giggler, all caught in my web of silky scarvessss ~ yessss, all these soft soft scarves are just perfectly lovely for holding wiggly cuties like youuuu ~ seee, I can trail my nailsssss over your feeeeettt and under your toesssss and ooh yes you can kick kick kick but you're not going anywhere noooo no no you're notttttt I'll tickle on your sole and the arch and you'll yesss kick kick kick buttt oohhh noooo yoou're still here with your ticklemama yes you areeeee mmhmmm ~ awww you're like a swimming little cutie pie when you swish your legs all around. Are you ticklish on your heeeeels? Maybe around and around with my thumb like thissss? Or mayyybeee betweeeen the toesss oooh do you need a flossing you darling giggler? I have a feather and you have some toes. That meansssss we're gonna coochie coochie coooo youuu ~mmhmmm slide this soft feather between these toesss and yesss gotta floss out alll those giggles now.

And between these two toessss mmhmmm now now don't fret, I'm gonna get them all yes I am I'm gonna coochie coooo youuuuu between each and everyyy toe and that's what you need that's what you get for being such a neeeedyy needy tickly thing yesssss. Ooh mmhmm you tell me all about it hun while I go between these toes and ahh gotta back it upppp yess backing it uppp beeeep beeep beeepp ahh there we are, there's a spot, there's a goooooood spottttt between those two toessss yesss we have to go forward and back and forward aaaaaaaandddd back back back. Awww does it tickle so much? Does it tickle so bad? Are youuuu ticklissshhhh? I knowww, I know, I'm sooo mean~! Such a mean ol tickler and I can't help myself. You're cute and adorable and the way youu gassssspp oooh just like that. Do that again babydoll~! Awww okkayyy sweetie okay, we'll give those feets a break. Let those toes chill mmmkayyy? But oooh sugarloaf, I have some bad newssss yesss you seee, I'm not tickling your toes but I'm afraid from here it's alllll gonna be downhill, it's all gonna beeeee the pitss~!!

Ooooooh the pitssss ~ oh my gooooshhh the pitsssss ~ scribbly scribbly nails in those pittttiessssss and this pittyy and that pittyy and you can't pull your arms down all the way nooo you can'tttt I tied you justtttt enough so you'd try like that and not be able to close up nooo you can't close up your giggle shop when I'm in town nooopee nopeeee oooh the pittts oooh those ticklissssh pitttttssss~ How about thumb rubs in the pittts hmmm? Does that tickle? Does it tickle more or less than my skitterrrryyy nailssss ~ More or less? How often do you fantasize about me ticklin these armpits hmm? These ticklish sweeet armpitssss? Yeah? And how much do you love it when I tickle your armpit and get my one, single, naughtyyy wiggglyy wiggly index finger down hereeeee all the wayyy to your girl pearl? Your girl pearl? Heyyyyy I'm talking about your pearlyyyy hereeee ~ I know you wanna giggle and scream but I neeed you to pay attention to me and the things I'm doing to your bodyyyyyy ~!

Awww soooo neeedyyy so veryyy wantttyyyy you want it so bad huhh you want these ticklessss ~ you want me tooo oh I dunno, kisssyyy kisssyyy this pitttyyyy? Yess mmhmm my soft plush lower lip brushing that gooodie spottttt awww so silly huhhh, Miss Amy kissing your armpittttttyyy ~ You loveee itt you love ittttt ~! Don't lie nowwww liars get more ticklesssss and ooh yesss honesty gets ya tickles tooooo because you need to be rewarded and oooh yes, flatterers get alll the ticklesss~ Yeahh you thought you'd get off saying nice things to me didn'tchaaaa mmmhmmm. Well darling maybeeee if you tell me I'm pretty I'll tickle tickle your pearlyyyy some moreee ~ yesss mmhm my softttt little feather loving on that wantttyyy royal buttonnnyy ~ mmhmm tell me I'm hottttttt ~ tickle tickle, tremblyyy cute feather on your girl pearl. Niiiice soft ticklessssss soooo gentlyyy sensually itchyyyy up and down that buttonnnnn mhmmm get you niceee and tickly swollen and wannttyyy thereee ~ ticklesss tickles ticklesss on your armpittttt yes your armpittt that armpitttttt tickle ticklesssssss ~ tell me I'm sexy nowww tell meeeeee ~ coochie coooochie cooo on that most royal regal girly buttonnnnn all the niceee elegant royal ticklessss all for youuuuu mmmhmmm you want meee huhhhh tell me you doooo awwww soo naughttyyy soo sweeeetttt ~ you wanna girlygasm don'tchaaa you wanna make giggly sparkles down here? Naughty little thinggggg ~ saying such naughty things to meeeee oooh asking me to gigglecum? My gooodnessss ~ well let's just seeee let's seeeee if the feather can do it. Can the feather do it? I'll keep my cute pretty feather right here on your elegant little sweet girly pearlyyyyy tickling tickling and I'll kisssy kisssyyyy your giggly bellyyy and thumb rub that armpitttttyy in tight little circles like sooo and let's just seee what my ticklish ticklebug comes up with shall we?

[tgirlkisser]

But of course princess, who am I to say no to such an earnest request? ;3

You know, having bought those clothes I mentioned, I've been thinking of how I'd love to take you shopping for clothes... I can imagine you'd be so nervous, but I'd be there to comfort you and support you.

We'd spend all afternoon dressing you up in pretty clothes you want to try, with you blushing every time I compliment you. Every time you try a new outfit I give you a kiss while you're wearing it, adding to the euphoria. In the end it turns into a passionate kissing session in the dressing room, maybe making a few other guests wonder where the soft moans are coming from... Eventually we leave the dressing room before we draw too much attention, but the sweating and the messy hair betray any subtlety to anyone who notices, and we pay and leave, giggling and blushing and carrying a couple bags of new clothes for you~

~ 💜

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I neeed thisssss

Pleaseeee

Thissss is a lottt to read just after a showerr

I also need more fem clothes but I don’t buy much because my body shape doesnt really work in anything much more fem then non binary clothes

Luvvv yuu 💜 >////////<

[wishfuldeity]

buhhh lexi 1am rambling cant cry et cetera here you go again people who follow me :3333 immm not okay at allllll fjfnfnmmrnkkjdjh

AHHFHFHDHFHFH IM HOHHH I HATE THIS SO MUCH i need to get assessed and prescribed and transition and jfjfngngngng im SO SICK OF THISSSS ghmmm ill hh ill book an appointment online soon,,,ill i need to get on the list for the assessment i need neeed need need jdjdjj i hate being able to hurt but not being able to feel i hhfucking hell

i am literally exactly like this right now

i am in AGONY but i cant DO ANYTHING right now HHOUHH i need to be on the inside of my own mind

it feels like im looking at my own emotions from inside a glass box

i know theyre there i can see them i can hear them but i cant access them i cant feel them properly i cant cry. why cant i cry. i k ow that estrogen makes you able to cry but why cant i now. is it just a "finally being able to be you" thing or does having testosterone be the dominant hormone just do that

once im on the list its okay i have a timeframe ill have a vague idea of when stuff is happening. nnothing is going anywhere while i SIT HERE though

i probably just need to sleep. its like 1am. im tired. not even eepy. i will be once i actually get in bed. but right now im just exhausted. still have to take stuff off my bed.

ughhhh

[m--rtyr]

I wanna share my divine warriors stuff and make a big-ass post so Bad but also what if I keep it secret until I actually finish ironing everything out and show it through writing y'know?

honestly vibe

i do that a lot

i'm just 'uuurghhh i neeed to say thissss but its like a spoiler to me'

[intertexts-moving]

<- sinus infections georg.

[jonnyconstantine]

ok but give me sam winchester helping john constantine through his blood addiction.

[missamyrisa2]

How would you handle a lee that is a much bigger and stronger guy than average, who is also a martial artist and is pretty much impossible to pin down, but they’re extremely ticklish and very shy.

(AND 100% DEFINITELY NOT ME)

(Asking for a friend 👉🏾👈🏾)

Oooooh I loveeee a challenge~ and don't you worry about not being able to be pinned down. You see, I don't neeeed to pin you down. I just need to grab a tickle spot, and activate your bashfulness ~ you'll basically pin yourself darling. All that working out, all those muscles, they count for nooooothing when you're being tickled ~ believe me, I knowww which is why I'm going to be snickering sooo knowingly as I chase you and squeeze your side and tickle under your arm and tease at your neck and collage. Ahh yes, you're a tough guy, biiiiig strong mean guy all giggly squeakyyyyy ~ why, I bet you could push me right off but you're not doing it. What happened huh? What happened to all that power? Awww is your strength being tickled awayyyy ~ with strength you giggle mmhmmmm~ sooo blushyy squeakyyyy. Do your workout buddies know you're so ticklish? Do they know you make such sounds when your bellybutton is tickled? Such a cute button and cute hips on this tough boyyyyy ~ maybe I should come by your gym and show everyone just what a tough guy you are uhuhhhh ~ look at thattttt you're so squirmyyy helplessss awwww such an adorable boy and quite sexyyyyyy like thissss all writhing and helpless and ticklish and sweeet ~ your face is so pink darling. And so is your bellyyyyy and it's just gonna get more when I get that tum with my liiiipssss mmmhmmm it's all kissiesss and nibbliesss for youuuu we're gonna get every rib tooooo. Yesss kick and be giggly for meeeee. Let's seee alll those killer moves ~ are you my ticklish lil ninja? Yeahhhh gonna karate kid meeeeeee? Come on now, waste meeee let's see how tough you are let's seeee those special movesss ~ awww can't get the move down when you're being tickled? Whyyy you'd better hope no one finds out how ticklish you areee you'll lose everyyyyy match ~ maybe I need to come along and tickle you while you fight. I'll tickle you to the mat and your opponent can join in mhmmmm how about thatttt? A little tag tickle tickle for a cutie cutie tough guy ~ that's what you deserve yeahhhh ticklish boyyyyyys like you neeed to be tickled and teaesd and taunted ~ and bullied!

[incxpti0n]

THIS IS SO SO GOOD LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEE THISSSS I NEEED UGH

The Glasses Stay On

summary: a quiet evening turns into something far steamier when Joel catches you teasing him while he's wearing those damn glasses he swore he didn’t need.

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

word count: 4k

content warnings: smut, no plot, joel keeps the glasses on, blowjob, face riding, pet names, no y/n used, no reader description, established relationship, teasing, banter, not proofread

a/n: divider by @saradika-graphics. i am feeling feral after seeing joel in glasses. it's my first time writing oral sex (blowjob) so...hopefully it's good? also inspired by elliespuns answer on joel asking for eye contact when he eats you out.

All thoughts scattered the moment you stepped through the door.

Joel sat at the kitchen table, shoulders hunched, sleeves shoved to his elbows. He didn’t look up, too focused on the mess of metal and wire in front of him. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and his lower lip was caught slightly between his teeth.

But it wasn’t the project that caught your attention.

It was the glasses.

Thin, silver-framed and slightly crooked—he always refused to wear them around you, brushing off your teasing with a stubborn, "Don’t need ‘em." But here he was, home alone, caught in the act. A quiet, unguarded moment. And for some reason, it hit you low and warm.

His hands moved with surprising precision, thick fingers maneuvering the pliers with rough delicacy that made your mouth go dry. The edge of his brown jacket was rolled to the midpoint of his forearms, a smear of grease trailing across one vein-lined wrist. He looked like something out of a dream you didn’t realize you’d been having.

You didn’t mean to stare. You certainly didn’t mean to feel like this—heart kicking up, thighs pressing together before you even crossed the room.

Your bag hit the floor with a soft thud. Shoes were toed off. You padded closer, heat rising up your neck.

“Well, don’t you look pretty,” you teased, voice lighter than you felt. Your smile curled slowly, eyes drinking him in.

Joel let out a low grunt, not lifting his head. “Don’t start.”

You chuckled under your breath, stopping beside the table. “But you look so cute,” you cooed, hand reaching out before you could stop yourself. Your fingers brushed his jaw, gentle but insistently coaxing his chin up.

He finally looked at you, his eyes slowly lifting just above the rim of his glasses. They were darker now, narrowed beneath furrowed brows, unreadable… but there was something there. A flicker. A tension. Heat coiled low in your belly at the sight of it.

His voice was low and hoarse, scraping at your spine like sandpaper. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, “don’t distract me.”

Your lips parted, breath catching how he said it—gritty, quiet, like a warning—only made your pulse faster.

“Me?” you whispered, placing a hand against your chest with exaggerated innocence. “Distract you? Never.”

Joel huffed a soft laugh through his nose, shaking his head, but his hand faltered slightly as he adjusted the wire he was working on. You saw it—the smallest stutter in his movement. Not much. Just enough to know he wasn’t unaffected.

You stepped closer, just enough for your knee to brush the edge of his thigh under the table. His hand stilled completely.

He didn’t look up this time. Just exhaled slowly through his nose, nostrils flaring. A vein in his forearm twitched, like he was holding something back.

God, he was so handsome like this—jaw tight, lips pressed in a firm line, glasses slipping a little down the bridge of his nose. His shirt clung in places from the house's heat, damp at the collar. One more minute of watching him like this and you would lose it.

Your voice dropped, barely above a hum. “You know,” you said, tilting your head, “if this is what you look like when you’re focused, I might have to start leaving you little projects more often.”

He froze for a beat. Then slowly, he set the pliers down with a quiet clink.

Joel turned in his chair, eyes dragging up your body—deliberate, slow, heat simmering behind his stare. He pushed his glasses up with one finger, the corner of his mouth twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“You keep talkin’ like that,” he muttered, “and you’re gonna find yourself bent over this table ‘fore I even finish fixin’ this damn thing.”

You shook your head slowly, lips curling into a wicked little smirk. Then, without breaking eye contact, you sank to your knees between his legs.

“I’ve got other plans,” you murmured, voice silk-soft, threaded with heat.

Your hands found his knees first—broad, warm, solid beneath your palms. You slid them upward, slow and teasing, feeling the muscle tense beneath your touch as you traced the line of his thighs.

Joel’s breath hitched. Barely audible, but you caught it.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, voice gone gravel-deep. His hands flexed where they rested on the edge of the table. “You ain’t gotta do that, honey.”

He said it like a protest, but there was no weight behind it—no real resistance, just that familiar Joel reluctance, that soft spot he tried to hide behind rough hands and gruff words.

“I want to,” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. Your fingers were already at the button of his jeans, popping it open with practiced ease. “You just keep working.”

You winked, dragging the zipper down slowly. The rasp of metal filled the quiet space between you, and you felt the way his thighs tightened beneath your touch—his whole body coiled like a live wire.

Joel cursed again, one hand lifting to pinch the bridge of his nose, half in disbelief, half trying to hold himself together. But his hips shifted, just slightly, a silent surrender.

He still hadn’t looked down at you.

The challenge of it made your pulse race.

You leaned in, pressing a kiss just above the waistband of his boxers, your lips lingering against the warm skin.

Joel’s breath came sharp through his nose.

“Keep your hands steady, handsome,” you whispered, your voice low and playful. “Don’t want you messing up that wiring.”

His answer came through clenched teeth. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

You weren’t in a rush.

You wanted to savor this—to savor him. Every slow, deliberate motion was part of the tease, your fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans and dragging them down inch by inch. The fabric scraped rough against your knuckles, and you could feel the heat radiating off his skin before you even reached him.

Joel’s breath came unevenly, his hands gripping the table's edge hard enough to whiten his knuckles.

When his boxers followed, his cock sprang free—already half-hard, heavy, and twitching slightly in the cool air. You let your eyes linger on him, licking your lips without shame. Then you wrapped your fingers around him, dragging your fist down the thick length once… twice…

Joel groaned, deep and guttural. His hips jerked forward against your hand like his body was acting on instinct, chasing more.

You looked up at him through your lashes, your strokes lazy, teasing. Just enough to drive him mad. You were in control now, and he was already starting to unravel.

“Fuck,” he hissed, head falling back slightly, jaw clenched tight. “You’re gonna kill me.”

A smile tugged at your lips. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath the head, then another to the base, watching the muscles in his thighs tense and flex beneath your touch.

You adored him like this.

Unraveling. Wordless. Tension bleeding out of that tightly-wound body because of you.

You dragged your mouth up the length of him, slow as sin, your breath hot and heavy against his skin. Joel’s hand shot out, fingers curling tight into your hair, but he didn’t push—just held, like he needed the anchor.

“I love watchin’ you fall apart for me,” you whispered against him, lips brushing the sensitive ridge.

Joel finally looked down at you, eyes dark and glassy, his chest rising and falling in deep, uneven pulls like he’d just fought his way through a storm.

“Jesus,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

The words hit you low and deep, lighting something hot inside your belly. You beamed at him, lips parting in a slow, satisfied smile because you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Knew he could barely hold himself together.

You leaned in and finally took him into your mouth without breaking eye contact.

The warm and heavy taste of him on your tongue made your thighs press together. You kept the pace gentle at first, hollowing your cheeks just enough, letting your lips glide over the sensitive skin as you drew him in.

Joel groaned—deep and rough—and his hips shifted, his body fighting to stay still. One of his hands was still tangled in your hair, not pulling, just holding like he didn’t trust himself not to lose control.

You hummed around him, loving how he twitched against your tongue in response. His breath stuttered. Another soft sound escaped him—a whimper, barely audible, but it sent a pulse of heat straight between your legs.

God, you lived for this. Watching Joel come undone, letting you see the cracks in that hard exterior. Every ragged breath, every broken sound, was a gift—a secret he gave only to you.

Your hands gripped his thighs, fingers digging in for leverage as you took him deeper, the stretch making your eyes water just slightly, but you didn’t stop. Couldn’t. You wanted all of him. Needed it.

His voice came out strangled, wrecked, and desperate. “Fuck—sweetheart, you keep goin’ like that, I ain’t gonna last.”

You pulled back just enough to breathe, letting your tongue flick against the tip before sinking again, taking him deeper this time, allowing your throat to relax as far as you could. His hips bucked, involuntary, a hiss tearing from between his clenched teeth.

Your hands smoothed up his stomach beneath his shirt, feeling his belly tensed under your touch. You could feel it—how close he was—the tremble in his thighs, the low groan vibrating in his chest, the way his fingers gripped your hair like he was hanging on by a thread.

You looked up at him again, eyes wet, lips swollen, mouth full of him, and smiled the best you could.

You wanted him to come apart. To feel it. To lose himself in you.

Joel’s voice cracked low and rough above you. “That’s it, darlin’... fuck.”

His hips jerked, shallow and restrained at first, but then a little deeper and needier. He was trying to hold back, trying not to thrust too hard, but his control was fraying with every flick of your tongue, every slow pull of your mouth.

You let him. 

You welcomed the way he started to fuck into your mouth, hips rolling forward in time with the wet slide of your lips. He was breathing hard now, one hand clenched in your hair, the other braced on the table behind him—his whole body taut, vibrating with the effort of staying upright.

“Shit—sweetheart, I’m—I’m not gonna last,” he gritted out, voice low and broken. “Fuck, you feel too good…”

Your hands smoothed under his shirt again, fingertips brushing his stomach, feeling how it flexed under your touch. You moaned around him, soft and encouraging, and that was it—that did it.

Joel’s breath hitched, his thighs tensed beneath your hands.

“Fuck—fuck,” he choked, voice strangled as his hips snapped forward one last time, his release hitting hard and fast. You felt the twitch of him on your tongue, the warmth spilling into your mouth as he gasped your name like a prayer and a curse all at once.

You didn’t pull away. You took every bit of it, swallowing around him lazily, like you had all the time in the world.

When you finally drew back, a thin string of spit still connected your lips to the head of his cock. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, blinking up at him with that same wicked smile.

“You’re trouble,” Joel rasped, still catching his breath, voice thick and rough like gravel. “Sweet, dangerous fuckin’ trouble.”

You tilted your head, eyes flicking up to where his glasses had slipped slightly down his nose with a slow, satisfied smile. Your fingers gliding down the inside of his thighs—just to feel the aftershocks still buzzing beneath his skin. He was flushed and sweaty, chest rising and falling, shirt clinging to him in all the right places. The sight of him like this—flushed, undone, still wearing those damn glasses—made your smirk deepen.

“You should wear your glasses more often,” you teased, dragging your nails lightly along his thigh. “Kinda makes you look like a professor with a filthy mouth.”

Joel huffed out a weak laugh, head tipping back against the chair with a groan.

“Don’t start,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “You just about killed me and now you’re lookin’ to finish the job.”

You pushed yourself up between his knees slowly, hands braced on his thighs as you leaned in close—so close your breath tickled the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, I haven’t even started yet,” you whispered, lips brushing barely against his.

His hand came up to cup the side of your neck, thumb stroking slow against your jaw. The heat in his gaze had shifted, less wrecked, more focused. Grounded. Dangerous in a different way.

“Is that so?” he murmured, voice still low but steadying, a challenge creeping back in. “Guess it’s my turn, then.”

You opened your mouth to protest—to tell Joel he didn’t have to, that he could sit back down and finish whatever project had his attention before you rudely distracted him.

But then he gave you that look.

That smirk. That slow, knowing curl of his mouth paired with eyes that dragged over your body like he was undressing you.

“Don’t act like you don’t want me to make you feel good, sweet girl,” he murmured, voice all gravel and heat.

His words alone sent a spark straight through you—low, heavy, and impossible to ignore. Your thighs pressed together, the aftershocks of your earlier teasing still lingering between them.

“Joel, you don’t—”

He didn’t let you finish.

Instead, he stood up, towering over you, then bent just enough to hook his arms around your waist. You let out a startled laugh as he lifted you clean off the ground and slung you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Joel!” you squealed, half laughing and breathless, but your protest died when your eyes landed on the sight before you—his ass—still exposed from where you’d dragged his jeans down earlier.

You grinned, biting your lip, but the amusement twisted into something hotter the moment Joel’s palm came down in a firm, playful smack against the curve of your ass.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, voice low, barely above a rumble. You could feel it against your stomach where your body pressed against his.

Then, almost to himself, more thoughtful than teasing. “What should I do for you, honey…”

You shivered at the question—not because you didn’t have answers, but because it came out like a promise. Like he wasn’t just thinking about giving you pleasure—he was planning it. Mapping it out in that careful, deliberate way, Joel did everything.

As he carried you toward the bedroom, your fingers curled into the hem of his jacket, nails scraping lightly against his lower back.

“You’re such a caveman,” you muttered, trying to sound annoyed. But your voice came out breathy, wrecked with anticipation.

Joel chuckled, one hand sliding up to grip your thigh.

“Yeah, but you like it when I drag you off like this,” he said, shouldering the bedroom door open. “Don’t think I didn’t see the way you smiled when I smacked your ass.”

He dropped you onto the bed with a gentle thud, your back hitting the mattress and bouncing slightly. Before you could sit up, he crawled over you, glasses still somehow on, those eyes burning into yours like you were the only thing he wanted to see in the world.

“Now,” he said, his voice dropping to a near-growl as he kissed a slow path down your neck, “lemme return the favor.”

Joel undressed you in a blur of rough hands and reverent kisses—fingers tugging at fabric, mouth tracing the skin he exposed, piece by piece. He didn’t rush, but he didn’t waste time either, like he couldn’t stand the thought of you being covered for a second longer than necessary.

By the time you were bare beneath him, chest rising and falling with anticipation, his touch softened—thumb and forefinger teasing your nipples with slow, deliberate rolls that had you gasping beneath him.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered, almost to himself, eyes drinking you like something sacred. Then he dipped lower, kissing a slow, open-mouthed path down your stomach, dragging his stubble just enough to make you squirm.

You braced for it—for him to settle between your thighs, but instead, Joel pulled back.

You blinked, breath caught in your throat as he stripped out of his jacket and shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the sweat-slick heat of him. Then, with surprising ease, he lay flat on his back and shifted you with him, guiding your thighs to straddle his chest, then higher, until you were hovering above his face.

“Joel,” you said, half-breathless. “What are you—? I thought you were gonna return the favor.”

He smirked, brow arched, the picture of smug, ruined perfection beneath you.

“I am, sweetheart,” he rasped, his voice a gravelly promise. His hands gripped your hips, firm and possessive, and dragged you up a little higher until your knees were planted on either side of his head, your pussy just inches above his mouth. “You like riding so much…” His gaze flicked up, hot and hungry. “So ride my face.”

Your breath caught—stolen clean out of your chest.

You let out a quiet, stunned laugh, but it faltered when you met his eyes. He wasn’t joking. There was no teasing in his expression now—just heat, need, and the kind of patience that made your stomach flip.

“Joel,” you breathed, your voice trembling, your fingers curling into his hair for balance.

You’d done this before, but never like this. Never with him lay out like a man ready to worship. His hands coaxing you down, his mouth open, waiting, like he was the lucky one.

And fuck… maybe he was.

In this moment, as his grip tightened and he pulled you gently down to his lips, you felt like you were the one about to be worshipped.

“C’mon, darlin’,” he said, voice low and reverent as his breath ghosted over your skin. “Don’t be shy now. Let me taste you.”

You leaned down slightly, breath hitching as you reached for the bridge of his glasses, fingertips brushing the metal.

Joel gently batted your hand away, his voice low and commanding, but soft around the edges.

“Nah,” he murmured, eyes locking with yours beneath the lenses. “I wanna see you. Wanna see how pretty you look when you come.”

The words landed like a punch to your gut—hot and heavy, straight between your thighs. Your body tensed in response, breath stalling in your chest. The idea of him watching—really watching—every twitch, every gasp, every moment of you falling apart on top of him?

It short-circuited your brain.

You barely had time to respond—no witty retort, no teasing comeback—before Joel’s grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your skin in that possessive way he always touched you when his restraint started to slip.

And then he pulled you down onto his mouth.

You gasped loudly, the sound ripping from your throat as your hips met his face. His tongue was already there, already moving, hot and slow and devastating between your folds.

Your hands flew forward, scrambling until you found the headboard. Gripping it like a lifeline, your thighs trembled on either side of his head.

“Joel—” you choked out, but it was barely a sound.

He groaned into you in response, the vibration making your spine arch. His hands slid from your hips to your ass, holding you in place, guiding your movement—urging you to grind against his mouth.

He wanted you to ride. Wanted to feel it. Wanted to watch every second through those damn glasses like it was his favorite view in the world.

You looked down and nearly fell apart again.

Joel’s eyes were open, locked on yours—dark and intent, his lashes damp with sweat, the lower half of his face already glistening. He looked wrecked and entirely in control all at once.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, rolling your hips without meaning to, chasing the pressure, the friction of his tongue dragging through your slick.

He groaned again, his grip flexing, his mouth working you with purpose now—slow circles, firm flicks, sucking gently on your clit before diving back in with messy, open-mouthed hunger.

You couldn’t look away. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Joel didn’t stop or even blink as he kept watching you. 

“Joel… oh, fuck, right there—” you moaned, voice cracking as your fingers dug harder into the headboard, knuckles white with the effort to stay grounded.

He didn’t let up.

Joel’s mouth moved with deliberate, devastating precision—his tongue lapping over your clit in slow, firm strokes, just the way he knew would push you over the edge. Every flick, every pull of his lips sent shocks through you, your thighs trembling where they bracketed his face.

He was relentless. His hands gripping your ass, holding you down against his mouth as if he knew you were close, as if he could feel it in the way your body started to twitch, to quake. His stubble scraped deliciously along your inner thighs, raw and unfiltered, the kind of burn you’d crave after it was over.

You were sweating, skin flushed and damp, the air thick and heavy around you. Every nerve felt on fire. Your back arching, hips rocking helplessly against him, chasing every bit of friction his mouth offered.

Your head tipped forward, forehead pressing against the cool wood of the headboard as the tension inside you twisted tighter and tighter, impossible to contain.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped, your voice barely recognizable—hoarse, wrecked. “Joel, please—right there, don’t stop—”

He groaned beneath you, the sound sending another ripple of heat through your core. One of his hands slid between your legs, two fingers slipping inside you with ease—thick, perfect, curling just right as his mouth stayed locked on your clit.

The sensation shattered you.

Your entire body seized, hips jerking forward as the orgasm slammed into you. A cry tore from your throat, as wave after wave rolled through you, pleasure sparking like electricity from your core to your fingertips.

Joel didn’t stop.

He kept working you through it, drawing out every last twitch, every helpless moan, until your legs went weak and your grip on the headboard loosened.

When you finally opened your eyes, panting and dazed, Joel was still beneath you—his lips wet, beard damp, and those goddamn glasses still on as he looked up at you like you were his favorite sin.

“Pretty when you beg,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.

You took a shaky breath, your body still trembling with the echoes of release as Joel guided you down onto the bed. His movements were deliberate. He hovered for a second, eyes scanning your face, like he needed to make sure you were still there, still okay.

You were. You just felt like you’d melted into the mattress.

His hands smoothed over your hips, then your thighs, grounding you with his touch. You could feel how gentle and attuned he was to every little shiver running through you. Like he didn’t just want to hold you—he wanted to protect whatever fragile thing had bloomed between you in that moment.

“So goddamn pretty,” Joel murmured, voice hoarse and low as he leaned down to kiss you.

The kiss was soft. Slow. Not hungry or rushed, just full of heat left behind. You could taste yourself on his lips, the faintest salt-sweet tang, and instead of embarrassment, it only made your stomach flip again.

Your fingers found the back of his neck, curling into the damp hair at his nape, stroking gently. His weight was warm above you, comforting, and you let yourself sink into the feeling of him, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat.

When he pulled back, you caught sight of his glasses—still clinging to his face, slightly fogged from the heat radiating between your bodies.

You blinked, then let out a soft laugh.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered, reaching up to nudge them crooked on his nose. “I think I bent your glasses.”

Joel gave you that slow, lazy smirk, eyes still dark with the afterglow.

“Worth it,” he murmured.

He peeled them off with one hand and set them aside on the nightstand, not bothering to look at the damage. Then he rolled onto his side, tugging you until your head rested against his chest, one of his arms wrapped tightly around your back.

You could hear his heartbeat. Steady. Solid. Familiar.

He kissed the top of your head, his scruff scratching lightly against your scalp.

“Y’alright?” he murmured into your hair, voice softened now, more Joel than ever.

You nodded, pressing your nose to his skin and breathing him in.

“Better than alright,” you whispered.

He hummed low in his throat, content and quiet, fingertips tracing lazy circles along your spine like he never wanted to let you go.

[missamyrisa2]

may i pretty please ask for some sultry cheer up tickles for a sad girlie? 🥺🤲 pre-finals season has me down and i just need to laugh n' sparklegasm my sorrows away~

Awwww darrlinggg I doubt you'll even remember what a final is when I straddle your legs and get my toes teasing at your underarms and ribs while I play with your sides and ribs with rubby rubby tickle tickle ticklesssss ~ ahh yesss you can buck and struggle all you likeeee ~ I'm not going anyyywhere noooo I'm gonna ~make~ you happy youu seeee you don't have any choice when you're with meeee we're gonna tickle and giggle this alll awayyyy noooo gloomy gals on my watch nooo ~ sooo yes darling yess my wiggly nails are gonna glide on these hipsss and your waiiiistttt and on your bellyyyy and coochie coooooo and mmhmmm whyyy darling is your chest blushing? I seeee those blush blooms spreadingggg yessss down your necck and ooh gossh your royal girly chest buttons look like little blush drops yes they doooo and oooh let's just see how you squirm when I hold my index fingernails riiiightt over them ~ wiggly wiggly wooooo ~ yesss you can bounce under me bounce for me darlingggg I'm not stoppping I'm gonna wiggle wiggle my fingers over your buttonsss and you're gonna loveeee itttttt ~ mmmuah muahhhh there's a little kisssyyy for eachhh darling girly girly button yesssss mmhmmmm ~ and oooh mmhhmm kissy kisssy down your belllyyyyy and one kiss for this riiib and one for thisss ribbbb and that rib and that riiiib mmhmm I do believe I'm tickling your sides to biittssss yes I ammm and I'm gonna kisss every bit of this tummy tooooo lets get your belly alll tingly tinglyyyy ~

oh what's thattt? You want kissies on your thiiiighs? Oh goodness darling I swear that's what you said you said pleeeease ticklemama pleeease kisss my quivering thighssss oh yes you are sooo naughtyyy to say such a thing and I know that's what you saidddd ~ ooh will this be on the final? Your ticklishnesssss? Your ticklishnesss on this thiiiigh and this one tooo? TIckle tickleeeee muuah muah muahhh and bzzzztt a big raspberry on that thigh tooooo ~ Awwww do we neeed toe kissiess toooo? Yessss mmhmmm ~ yess we doooo oh yes we dooo come hereeeee ~ give me that ankle and mmhm hold those toes back and tiiickle tickle tickle toesiesssss ~ muah muahhh muahhhh ~ awwww listen to that giggle looook at that faceeeee~ you're so cuuuute and sexy like thissss oh yess you areeee ~ all wiggly blushyyyyy and I'm gonna kiss kiss kissssss under those toessss and down your solesssss ~ and ooh what is thisss what's thisss? Do I have blush brushesss is that what these are? Two blush brushessss for youuuuu mhmmm ~ time for your makeover yessss it's makeover time for your butttonsssss ~ don't worry babyyycakes I'm gonna snuggle you down and pin you like sooo and give you alll the little kissiess on your neck while we blush blush brush brush these girly chest buttonsssss ~ oh don't worrryy I seeee itttt I seee ittt I see that girly pearlyyyy aww soo neeedyy so wantttyy but oooh we're gonna wait for that prize yes we areeee~

Look at how stiifff those are getting ~ mmmhh my cuuuute gigglegirl, my adorable smart snickerbugggg you're soooo sensitive on your girly buttonsssss ~ and you're sooo blushyyyy on your neck when I give you lil tickly kisssesssss ~ aww how tinglyyyy can Amy make your cute little pearlyyyy hmmm? How tinglyyy is she gonna gettt~ alll wanttty needyyy? Tell me how needy you areee tell me alll about itttt tell me how you don't care about those silly finalsssss let's hear it angel~ mmhmm you're my darling angel and I'm gonna give you alll the sparklyyy attention now. Let's seeeee thennnnn let's see how we can makeup brush this pearly and give it allll the attention and glow up she deserves. Blushyy brushes on each side yesss ~ good thing you're soooo hot and bothered yeah? Alllll swollen from the ticklesss? Naughty naughtyyy dolly doll ~ you knowww what naughty girls with naughtyyyy ticklish buttons getttt ~ yesss they get blushed and edged and tickled and teased and tauntedddd ~ let's just seeee here mmhmm. Just as I thought. Ticklish ticklish pearlyyyyy soo ticklish to my twirling soft supple brushesss. Gonna blush this pearl up soooo much and then we're switching out for ahh yesss, the lip brushessss ~ these babies are soooo perfect for the little details yesss and you need the finestttt makeover yes you doooo ~ girly girlyyyyy are you so ticklish? Are you gonna sparkle for meeee? Yes you areeee ooh yes you fucking are you know you areeee ~ so you give it upppp let's see those sparklesssss ~ my little brushes aren't gonna stoppp nooope nope nopeee ahh ahh you don't go anyyywhere until you give me alll those sparkliessss ~ and then I'm pinning you down darling ~ I'm holding you down and I'm gonna kiss kiss kiss that overloaded pinkened bodyyyyy until you're nothing but a thrashing melted messss ~ and then you're getting the only final that matters and that's meeee quizzing you about allll these lovely tingliessss ~<33

[tieflingsweetheart]

{I’m trying to sleep but all I want is a FUCKING CIGARETTE GOD DAMN IT}

[lost-on-the-moon-alone]

Hate & Love (freestyle poem)

Dooon’t youu daaaaaare, fuck my soul/ dooon’t compaaaaare us at all/ IIIII don’t caaaaare about youuu/ (you’re) as cold, as an igloooo/ (soo) fuuuuck youuuuuu and who you knew/ (you) fuuuucking stuuupid dumb sluuuu/ (you) are soooo, cluuuuueeless/ (I) neverrrrr really liked youuuuu/ I was (just) emotionlessssss/ youuu wereee alllllways nothinggg/ I justttt neeeded a filllll/ (just) aaaa tragiccc voiddd to killll/ III reegrettt everythingggg/ youuu ruineddd everythingggg/ ifff it wasn’tttt for youuuuu/ (I) woulddd have staaayed with herrrr/ (but) becauseee of my mistakeeeee/ sheee could notttt accept meee/ (and) III don’t eeeeven blame herrr/ IIII wish it was untrueee/ (so it’s) fuck meeee, aaaaand fuck you too/ (because) we’re both so dumbbbb as shittttt/ meee for hookingup with youuuu/ (and) youuuu for just being youuuu/ tooo my ex I’m sorrryyyyy/ frommmm my heart and bodyyyy/ ifff I could go baaackkkk/ I wouldddd probably smaaaack/ (that) stupid dumb ugly rattttt/ (okay) noooo I wouldn’ttttt/ (but) maybeeee you could haveeee/ because I cant hit girls/ toooo myyy angel, know thissss/ (I) recognizeeee my mistake/ (I) knowwww I madeee your heart acheee/ (I know I) cannn neverr make it uppp/ (but if) we’re gonna’ be aparttttt (if you) cannn find it in your heartttt/ (please) forgiveeee my departttt (if there’s) oneeee thing I know that’s trueee/ IIIII neverrrr deserved youuuuu/ Becaaaause you were so pure/ (please for)giveee me for hurting youuu IIII was just insecureeeee/ (about) getting hurt but I knowwww/ III don’t loveeee Uncle Drewwww/ as muchhhh asss I love youuuu/ (angel) you alterrrred my love view/ you curreddd a part of meeee/ (I will) never know how you feeeeel/ (because I) knowww you’d never hurt meee/ (if you) ever neeed anythingggg/ (angel) I will alwaysss be hereeee/ (I will) deeeevoteeeee myyy life to thatttttt/ this songggg’s flow is so wackkkkk/ (but it) doesn’t matter beeeecauseeee/ I’m talkinggggg about youuuuu/ (I’m sorry) itttt started with herrrr/ (I just) neeeded to let that outttt/ whyyyy am I stillll talkinggggg/ (I guess) maybeee because I miss youuuu/ (and I) feeeeel like-I’m talking to youuuu/ onlyyy becauseee I knowwww/ (there’s a) slight chance-you’ll listen to thisss/ fuck IIIII missss you so baddddd/ (sorry I) know you don’t like swearinggg/ (so) frick I miss you so badddddd/ IIII just caaaan’t stop typing/ attttt this point I’m cryingggg/ Mooomoooo man just shut uppppp/ (why do) IIII do this to myselffff/ (I) can’t do thissss anymoreee.