#I was gonna add more to it but I could feel the drive to work on it slowly dwindling

[avoidmint]

The Light of his life~ (Animation)

[orcelito]

Omfg....... I figured out how I'm gonna do my impending plot twist for ITNL.... which I had a vague idea of before, but rereading those trimax volumes made me think about it again... and now I KNOW........

I'm feeling actually excited about ITNL again. I still need to reread it, & I still wanna go thru and reply to old comments like I'd originally planned, BUT... well, if I'm motivated, that hopefully won't actually take that long to do. If I Stay Motivated, I could try to finally get working on ITNL chapter 20. Finally.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

A break in my mental health tumblr break to say

BEES!!!!

The metaphors are metaphoring and I am here for it!!!

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

The horrors* are endless

[enhard]

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enhypen’s favourite positions ! (MDNI)

CW: enhypen ot6 x fem!reader (separately), breeding, squirting, sleepy sex, body worship, rough sex, both praise and degradation, pet names, ass slapping, unprotected sex, public sex (in the jungwon one)

disclaimer: i am not ot6, i just do not feel comfortable writing smut with riki

wc: 2k words, enjoy!

˙⟡ ⋆ 엔하이픈 이 희승 - Lee Heeseung ~ Mating press

heeseung’s burning desire is to breed you. he wants to fill you up to the brim, to mark you as his. of course, his favorite position would be the mating press. to just have you under him with your knees bent while he’s straddled over you. the visual alone would be driving him crazy. he considers it far more intimate than any other position you’ve tried together.

he grabs onto the backside of your knees, pushing them into your abdomen while he fucks you with deep thrusts. your pussy swallows him whole perfectly, the wetness making it all that much easier. the way he has you pinned down into the mattress it is impossible for you to move away, you can just lay still and let him fuck your thoughts out of you. he could go slower and deeper, really hitting all the spots. but he could go faster, rougher. he’d dig his nails into your thighs, forming little moons as dents in the skin.

“my fucking god... you’re so perfect. look at how cute you look letting me fuck you dumb.” all you can do is whine on his cock, closing your eyes to take it as well as you can. the position is helping him get so deep inside you, making you want to give out already. his words are not helping either, they just add to the knot in your stomach. “mm..hm..” you cry out. “such a good girl... you’re adorable.” he adds.

“h..heeseung.. please plea-- oh, fuck please... I need your cum...” you start begging and crying.

oh and after a few thrusts, he can’t handle hearing your begs any more, he cums deep inside you moaning a few times before he stops pounding you.

but there is no way he stopped there.

⊹ ࣪˚ 엔하이픈 박 종성 - Park Jongseong ~ Cowgirl

jay loves your tits so much, he’s the hugest tits guy ever no matter their size or what they might look like. he loves looking at them while you bounce on him. he usually keeps his hands on your thighs, digging his nails into them to keep you going.. but sometimes he moves his hands up to massage your boobs, taking them in his mouth when he decides to sit up. when it starts feeling too good, he just lays back with his eyes closed, enjoying every bit of pleasure.. making sure to thrust up into you whenever he feels like it, or when you request so. sometimes he’d like when ride him in a chair perhaps the one in your kitchen when he’s done cooking for you.

before you could enjoy your dinner together, he wanted to get his treat first.

with his head leaned back, he grasps onto your thighs letting you bounce on his cock. he just stares at your pretty body, popping a tit in his mouth at one point. he licks and sucks on your nipples as you move your hips back and forth on him. “jay..baby.. feels so good.” he hums in agreement. he loves how good you feel on him, he just can’t stop now. he pulls his mouth away to watch your tits bounce every time you ride him, pleasure taking over both your bodies. he grabs onto your ass to make you go faster than before now, your legs are starting to give out. but you need to have him cum inside you, one way or another.

“j..jay i’m gonna cum.. please fuckfuck i can’t anymore—“ you moan out, your toes curling from the sensation.

“me too pretty girl, let me see that perfect pussy squirt for me, come..on..” he says softly. after coming undone all over him, you got the cute little creampie you deserve. it’s a shame that the food got cold until you got to eat it : (

perhaps you got a bit too busy..

⋆.˚ 엔하이픈 심 재윤 - Sim Jaeyun ~ Doggy style

we knew. just anything from the back works wonders for jake. he loves your ass so much, it is just so convenient for him to fuck you from the back. he will always look at you pouty when he is in the mood for it but besides getting to smack your ass anytime he wants, he has easy access to touch you all over your body, including grabbing your neck from behind when he starts going a bit rougher. this man wants to bend you over any and every surface he could find. the desk, kitchen table, party bathroom sink you name it and he’s down for it. jake could just rip a hole into your clothes to fuck you just like that..

a few smacks echo through the room from his hand making contact with your ass.

“such a fucking whore..” he hisses while grasping onto your hair trying to go as fast as he can. you can’t stop letting out loud sounds, taking all of him in like that is making you dizzy. he got you grasping the sheets while fucking you so good. “jake…” you faintly whisper, not being able to talk as much anymore due to the pleasure and the roughness he’s got on you.

“princess you’re doing amazing for me, you’re wrapping so good around me..”

he leans in to give you neck kisses while pounding into you like that. he’d go faster and faster until you squirted all over him, just to keep going all night cause you being bent over for him drove him crazy as is.

✧ˎˊ 엔하이픈 박 성훈 - Park Sunghoon ~ Pronebone

sunghoon loves lazy but rough sex. something he’ll always request is fucking you either when you’re about to sleep or in the morning. sometimes he’d hold you until you woke up, slowly working up the idea for a quick morning fuck to start the day. he loves laying you down flat on your stomach, so he can saddle up behind you, bending his knees to fuck you. he’d position his arms so he has support, then he’d begin pounding your pussy while praising you for how good you’re doing.

just like jake, he loves doggy too. this is a variation that he loves just as much. just having you take him like that makes him so satisfied, he’d press on your back while he gets rougher... with messy hair, and morning voice, he would absolutely destroy you in bed with this position. it’s so easy for both of you but he can get so deep inside you it’s driving him insane. he could just wrap one arm around your waist, to thrust faster and faster. he’s ripping you apart at this point, making you moan so loud deep into the morning.

now it’s late at night and you’re both back in the mood. he got you flat on your stomach again, straddled over you with rough strokes. you both might be half asleep, but this is much needed from both of you.

“hm..m.. baby..” he slightly moans, keeping his pace constant.

with closed eyes, you lazily reply back.. already in a daze. “hoon.. i..know.. feels so good..” you whimper. it is dark in your room, you can only hear dragged noises of your skin slapping together.

he keeps going, but soon when you’re just about to cum you grab onto your pillow tightly, squeezing him as you finish making him groan. he slaps your ass, caressing it a bit after to mute the tingly feeling. he’s getting close, and he starts moaning more frequently.

“love.. i’m gonna cum..” he moans out while squeezing his eyes shut. you can barely reply anymore from you hitting your high, so you just let out a few sounds. he ends up pulling out to stroke his cock a few times before spurting out ropes of cum all over your ass as he’s a moaning mess.

you both catch up your breath and when he collapses next to you, you turn to face him just to stroke his cheek a bit. he closed his eyes for a second but he swore he fell asleep right there and then.

ˎˊ˗ 엔하이픈 김 선우 - Kim Sunoo ~ Missionary

sunoo’s favorite is definitely a classic. might be considered basic but there’s that touch of intimacy to it. to just be on top of you, legs wrapped around him as he gives you deep kisses… moaning a little into your mouth when you squeeze his dick a little too hard. he’s not rough with you, quite soft actually.  he much rather prefers a nice and slow pace, being able to hit all your good spots when he’s inside you. he loves to fuck you like this whenever you both feel a bit tired, on a silent night... or just some lazy morning sex. you just love holding onto his arms while he’s supporting himself with them... and from time to time you squeeze your legs together a bit harder just to get him deeper.

“honey, let me make you feel good, ‘kay?” he smiles softly while giving your earlobe a few kisses. he moves down to your neck, then chest kissing all over your body before grabbing his body with your legs.

“sunoo.. please do. I need you.” you say, eyes sparkling at him so sweet and so innocent-like. your intentions are far from innocent though...

when he starts thrusting into you, he just leaves out the sweetest sounds, definitely does not refrain from being a little loud for you. when it starts feeling too good and you’re just about to finish, you squeeze him as hard as you can while riding out your orgasm.

you never miss cuddling after every round, he just collapses on top of you… hugging you like never before.

⋆˙⟡ 엔하이픈 양 정원 - Yang Jungwon ~ Spooning

similar to sunoo, jungwon likes to do this when you’re both feeling a bit lazy or when you want to do a little public fuck. it works wonders under the sheets, nobody even notices a thing when he’s deep in your insides... well, if you don’t get too loud that is. jungwon likes to give you slow and deep strokes, messing with you while the others are close to both of you. that is maybe at a sleepover or spending a night in a tent outside, who knows. though, when you’re both left alone he picks up a pace that you didn’t know was humane. when he’s spooning you, he loves grabbing onto your hip pulling you back on him while you lay down trying not to scream out of pleasure.

even when you’re both alone at home, he’d use this position for some easier penetration if he’s too tired for actual sex. oh how he would kiss your shoulder and bite down on it a bit as he’s thrusting into you. he whispers sweet nothings into your ear while being so close to you, his voice sending chills down your spine.

“won… please..please keep going.”  you whisper, while the others are resting in the same room as you two.

he slightly laughs, leaning into your ear. “you wanna get caught?” he sneaks two fingers to your clit. “such a bad girl, hm?” he whispers ever so slightly.

you can hardly handle it anymore, but you can’t cum yet. not with so many people around you. “mm..m” is all that leaves your lips now, getting stimulated from all points is something you cannot handle right now. you try grabbing his wrist underneath the blanket to make him stop a bit, but that only makes him hiss, flicking his fingers on your clit even harder.

“fucking..hell jungwon…I can’t..” you whimper, not being able to do much anyway, he controlled everything and he wanted to see you react like this.

when you two are finally alone again, you know well that he’s thrusting into you as fast as he can, you both riding out your orgasms trying not to make too much noise. You have a shaking orgasm, while jungwon pulls out to cum all over your thigh. he kisses your neck, soon having to worry about the cum stains left on the blanket.

at least you had one hell of a time, right?

an: HOLYYY ENHARD IS BACK!! i missed writing for a little while -=-

[evewhon]

cw: breeding, choking, overstim

satoru gojo who . . . loves to have you ontop of him. not so you can do all the work, no. quite the opposite. 

two thick and and warm hands occupying your body,  lenghty and skilled fingers curled around your throat whilst his other hand delicately traced n’ swirled his initials into your aching clit. you didn’t know what you wanted to do, grind your slicked cunt onto his fingers or slink down onto the 8 inches your greedy pussy was already creaming on whinily. eitherway, satoru had it so you couldn’t escape. suffocated, ‘ trapped ‘ in the overstimulation he provided to you. and that’s how he wanted it. 

he kept you trapped against his broad and fit body, your smaller frame daintily arched whilst he fucked his cock into you. fingers squeezing deliciously around your neck. you couldn’t think about anything other than how you could feel him in your stomach. and he could tell. hell, he’s almost as gone as you. watching his length hitting deep enough to create a plush bulge in your tummy was something he didn’t know he needed to see until now. airy, shakey moans hitting the back of your ear with an occasional teasing strip being licked that made you shiver. breathlessly giggling in your ear when he feels you almost impossibly tighten up and twitch around him. almost painfully so, though, it only adds to his stimulation. whiny masochistic giggles slipping out more n’ more.  

“aheh..f-fuck..” he groans, his hips stuttering for a second before his pace picks up. deeper this time. trying to sink all of him into you at once, and god was it a tight fit. his hand moving from your clit to your pelvis to fuck up deeper into you had you breathless. a mewl ripping from your throat, it was like you could feel him there, too.  “ss-satoruu ‘s too much, - too muchh..” you whine, and you barely get that out. through gasps or sniffles, you can’t tell. it’s too fucking good and he’s too fucking deep. blinded by your mostly shut eyes in overstimulation, the sliver of your sight brimming with tears and pleasure. “yea ? too much f’ya baby?” he encourages. coo’s, even. knowing he won’t slow down, too in love with overstimmulating your slutty cunt till you’re nothing but a twitchy mess. and you knew it too. “cmonngh, y’can take it for me-oh-.. fuck- r-right pretty baby?” he practically whined in your ear, lengthy need twitching inside, nudging and hitting what feels like your cervix. you weakly moaned a pretty “yeah, toru’-“

and you could feel him twitching inside you, defined hips sloppyily bucking up into you whilst he began messily pressing kisses to the back of your ear, moaning lewdly and unabashedly, knowing how much you loved it. fucked out smiled pressed to the back of your neck. whilst he gives your puffy cunt a little slap punishingly, grabbing your attention in your fucked out state, making you throb against his hand. your slick lingering on his fingers as he fucking whines hard into you ear. “so fuckin’ wet f’me , huh?” he speaks, voiced wracked with trembles. “y’know, starting to think y’like me stretching you out, baby…” he mocked, eyes trying to avoid rolling back into his head, he dosent want to miss any view you give him, but it was getting hard. “but wha did i tell’you? keep your attention on me, ‘pretty ..” he purred against you. 

he didn’t know how he was gonna continue his punishment without driving himself insane inside your tight cunt.

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[enviedear]

thinking about jason todd finally becoming a family man. a thing he never truly imagined for himself, never let himself imagine. suddenly he’s got a kid on the way and his fuckin’ motorcycle and your ancient ass car aren’t going to cut it. so now he’s out with you, shopping for the most father-like car you two can find. he’s not used to safe vehicles, even in his own youth.

he's always been a man that subscribed to speed, to thrill, to scraping by with just a cocky smirk and a devil may care attitude that expertly shields the far softer crux of himself. a safe car—one with good mileage and enough cup holders—wasn’t something he’d ever imagined himself shopping for. but here he is, standing next to you in a dealership lot, staring at a lineup of SUVs and sedans with an expression that’s somewhere between disbelief and resignation.

“i feel like i’m betraying myself just by being here.” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes flitting over the sensible, family-friendly options. “i mean, a fuckin’ minivan, babe? this is what my life has come to?”

you can’t help but laugh, hooking your arm through his and leaning into his side. “no one said we had to get a minivan, jay. but…maybe something with four doors—and airbags that actually work.”

“you’re really cutting into my image here.” he teases, though his hand falls to rest on your back, steady and warm. there’s a quiet shift in his tone when he adds, “but i guess i’m not just buying for me anymore, huh?”

he glances at you then, at the way you’re glowing in a way that has nothing to do with the afternoon sun overhead. his hand lingers on your back, sliding down to your hip as his lips twitch into something soft. it’s a look that says more than he ever could out loud—that he’s trying, that he wants to be the man you need him to be. for you. for the baby. for this whole new life he’s never let himself dream of, but now wants so desperately to protect.

you squeeze his arm. “well, you know what they say. nothing’s cooler than being a parent.”

“oh, sure.” he snorts. “because every kid wants to say their old man drives a…what is this, a fuckin’ toyota rav4?”

you laugh again, and it’s the kind of sound that grounds him, makes all the self-doubt and second-guessing fade into something bearable, burdens vanquished. he watches you as you step toward one of the cars, peering through the window at the interior.

“this one’s not so bad!” you say over your shoulder. “looks like it could handle groceries, strollers, maybe even a car seat…or two.”

he follows you, resting his arms on top of the door as he leans in to inspect it with you. “you’re really selling me on this whole ‘dad’ thing, you know that?”

you glance at him, your smile softening. “you’re gonna be really good at it, jay. better than you think.”

he doesn’t say anything at first, just looks at you with those steady, blue-green eyes of his. and then, after a second, he nods, jaw tightening like he’s trying to swallow back something thick and emotional.

“yeah,” he agrees quietly. “maybe i will be.”

and for the first time, it all feels real—not just a looming, abstract idea but something solid and tangible. a life, a family, a future he never thought he could have.

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[science-hoes]

wine night thots??? hmm how about any of the boys eating their, uh you know favorite meal *wink* *wink*

Ah yes Charlie Reid, Pope Cody, Jack Abbot, and Michael Robinavitch are fine dining connoisseurs!! They only eat at five star restaurants!!

Charlie eats you out like it’s a daily ritual, especially before he leaves for work in the mornings. It wakes him up better than any amount of caffeine. You’ll root your fingers in his greying curls, grinding against his skilled tongue. His hands pin your hips down so he can get just the angle he wants to hear you scream his name. “Gonna wake up the neighbors, sweetheart.” He rolls your clit in between his lips, vibrations shooting to your core when he chuckles at your desperate whines. “Hush, now, I’m gonna let you come. Won’t leave my baby girl frustrated all day.” When your orgasm approaches, he expertly draws it out with a few more skilled flicks of his tongue, moaning as your slick dribbled down his chin. He makes you kiss it clean for him before he gets out of bed to shower.

Pope is probably the least experienced when it comes to eating pussy. He hasn’t had much opportunity to do it, so he’s certainly no expert. But when he goes down on you the first time, he wants to make it perfect for you. “Does it feel good when I do this?” His tongue is long and rough against your folds, and he can’t get enough of your juices. You taste like heaven, and he could die happily right there between your thighs. When you guide him to suck on your clit, that’s when he starts to have fun. The desperate slurping sounds from his mouth fill the room, and fuck, he’s a fast learner. When you come on his mouth for the first time, he drinks it all up, swallowing like it’s his final meal. “Can I do it again? You just taste so good.” And how are you supposed to say no to that?

Jack is a certified pussy eater. He’ll take care of you anytime, anywhere. At home in bed, in the on call room at work, in the backseat of his truck. He loves to have your plush thighs constrict his neck like a boa snake as he devours you. It’s his favorite way to relieve stress after a grueling night shift. “Mmmm, I needed this.” You’ll scream his name over and over, it’s like a symphony to his ears. And he isn’t gonna stop until you come twice on his mouth before you move to any other activities. “Come on, baby doll, give me one more.” When you come for the second time, he’s greedily licking up every last drop, mouth glistening with your juices in the early morning light. And if he’s feeling mischievous, he’ll try for a third and a fourth time, just to see what your limits are.

Robby thinks about the taste of your pussy while he’s at work, even when he shouldn’t be, like when he’s elbows deep in a gunshot victim with you at his side. Most nights, when you get home, he’ll snatch your scrub bottoms down, push you onto the couch, and start teasing you through your panties with his tongue. “Been thinkin’ about this all day, kid. You drive me crazy.” When you eventually get rid of your panties, he dives in like a man possessed. His beard adds a wonderful scratch to your most sensitive areas, his nose brushing perfectly against your clit, and if he has those old man glasses on, they’re fogging up from your heat. “Gonna squirt for me today? Did you drink enough water?” And truly, that was your only motivation to stay hydrated. To see Robby’s beard drenched with your cum and juices after he licks and fingers you into squirting all over his face.

[lacelottie]

nsfw clark kent headcannons .ᐟ

⟢ a hot and heavy make out session hates to see clark coming. the moment you straddle his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck— he’s a goner for you every time. you swear he forgets his strength when his lips find your neck, sucking dark marks against your throat in a matter of seconds.

⟢ he’ll rarely ever have sex with you at work, too afraid that he’ll groan too loud while he bottoms out inside you or that the door will break by how hard he’s fucking you up against it.

⟢ on days when you get off your shift before he does and you’re needy, you send him a little gift. a picture of your tits, shirt pulled up and daily planet badge between your teeth in the front seat of your car before you drive off. other days, a video of two fingers plunged inside your cunt— obscene, loud, and disgusting wet. one time, his volume was up too loud (you had been using his phone before) and jimmy heard, pestering him for the entire day by calling him a perv.

⟢ he gets hard immediately. one hand clutching his aching boner as the other tries not to snap his phone in half. always, quickly but not very efficiently, takes himself to the single bathroom to take care of himself until he clocks out.

⟢ by the time he’s finally off his shift, he flies over to your place, too impatient to walk or drive like he normally would. he’s at your door in seconds— tie ripped off and shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned as he huffed. “you can be a brat, y’know?” he asks as you let him in, only to close the door a second later as he presses you up against it.

⟢ he always pleasures you first, no matter how hard or desperate he is— you’re more important. when eating you out, his tongue is quick and moves with purpose, practically burying his face in your folds as his arms hold your thighs in a tight grip.

⟢ he makes you cum once or twice by his fingers and his tongue before he starts to think about himself, unbuckling and pressing soft kisses against your face and neck before pulling back. he’s almost embarrassed to ask, his eyes holding a pleading look as he mutters out a quiet “can i?”

⟢ man of steel? more like man of consent. he can rarely get in a few thrusts at a time before asking you if it’s too much, if he should slow down— it’s cute though. you never minded once.

⟢ clark’s loud. and as long as he’s at your place or you’re at his, he’s not embarrassed about it. groaning, grunting, whimpering in your ear to no avail. he rarely has the time to announce when he’s cumming, but you know the routine by now— his breathing picks up, his thrusts faster and sloppier and his arms around your waist holding you closer.

⟢ he brokenly mutters out a “gonna— fuck, baby, cum—cummin’!” before grabbing your ass, lifting you off the mattress as he buries himself inside you. he cums for what feels like forever, each splurt painting your walls white as his breath is heavy against your ear.

⟢ when he finally pulls out, he lets you collect yourself, watching the way your erratic breathing and the way your thighs are still shaking. when you open your eyes, you’re met with his guilty and apologetic smile.

⟢ “are you— could we.. go another round? only if you’re okay with it,” he adds quickly. he never wants to pressure you, but fuck, does he really really want to go again.

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[queen-of-signs]

Degree Theory: Astrology’s Version of Skill Levels (Noobs to Final Bosses) 🎮🌟

You already know your Sun sign, but did you know the degree number it’s at can unlock even more secrets about you? 🤯

Every planet in your birth chart sits at a specific degree (0°-29°), and these numbers add an extra layer of meaning to your personality, strengths, and even life lessons.

Let’s break it down planet by planet—with a fun, no-BS take.

0° – The Cosmic Newborn 👶

"I’m here to start something big."

Planets at 0° act like fresh energy—pure, unfiltered, and ready to shake things up. People with 0° placements feel like pioneers, as if the universe dropped them off and said, "Figure it out!"

🔹 Sun at 0°: You radiate raw, unfiltered main character energy. You’re not here to follow—you're here to lead (or at least dramatically exist).

🔹 Moon at 0°: Your emotions are pure instinct—you don’t just feel things, you ARE the feeling. Mood swings? Nah, mood rollercoasters.

🔹 Mercury at 0°: Words just spill out, whether they make sense or not. Genius or chaotic chatterbox—depends on the day.

🔹 Venus at 0°: You love like a Disney princess—pure, big, dramatic. Also, zero poker face when you’re into someone.

🔹 Mars at 0°: Immediate action. No waiting, no thinking, just punching the gas (and sometimes people).

🔹 Jupiter at 0°: The lucky golden retriever of astrology. You say yes to everything, and somehow life rewards you for it.

🔹 Saturn at 0°: Born responsible. You came out of the womb stressed about taxes.

🔹 Uranus at 0°: You’re the definition of unpredictable. Even you don’t know what you’ll do next.

🔹 Neptune at 0°: You live in your own fantasy world, and reality is just a suggestion.

🔹 Pluto at 0°: Intensity level? Maximum. You were born with a “destroy and rebuild” button.

1°-9° – The Rising Star 🌟

"I’m developing my power."

Planets at early degrees feel like fresh talent in training—raw, ambitious, and figuring things out.

🔹 Sun at 5°: You’re the rising star in your social circle. Humble beginnings, but just wait—you're gonna shine.

🔹 Moon at 3°: Emotional development in progress. You’re learning what feels right and what just feels…ick.

🔹 Mercury at 7°: Brain-to-mouth filter? Still buffering. But your ideas? Gold.

🔹 Venus at 2°: Love is cute, fun, flirty—until you catch feelings, then it’s panic mode.

🔹 Mars at 8°: Your drive is explosive, but figuring out when to stop is the real challenge.

🔹 Jupiter at 6°: Luck works in your favor when you’re brave enough to take risks.

🔹 Saturn at 9°: Learning responsibility early in life, but still finding that work-hard-play-hard balance.

🔹 Uranus at 4°: Experimenting with your rebellious streak, but not fully committing (yet).

🔹 Neptune at 1°: A dreamer who’s just waking up to their spiritual and creative potential.

🔹 Pluto at 5°: Transformation is happening, but it’s not at full power (yet).

10°-19° – The Master of the Craft 🎓

"I know exactly what I’m doing."

Middle-degree planets are strong, balanced, and naturally expressed—not too raw, not too extreme.

🔹 Sun at 15°: Peak confidence. You own your personality like it’s patented.

🔹 Moon at 12°: Emotionally balanced—until someone messes with your peace. Then it’s war.

🔹 Mercury at 18°: Quick wit, great communicator, could talk their way out of a crime.

🔹 Venus at 14°: Aesthetic queen/king. Your love life and your fashion sense? Both on point.

🔹 Mars at 17°: Strategic AF. You know when to strike and when to chill—warrior with a plan.

🔹 Jupiter at 11°: Wise and lucky. Life is a game and you’ve got the cheat codes.

🔹 Saturn at 19°: The mature friend who somehow also enjoys chaos. You handle responsibility like a pro.

🔹 Uranus at 16°: Balanced rebel. Knows when to push boundaries and when to play along.

🔹 Neptune at 10°: Dreams are just clear enough to bring to reality. Manifesting pro.

🔹 Pluto at 13°: Power? Controlled but always present. You scare people (in a good way).

20°-28° – The Old Soul 🦉

"I’ve seen it all, and I’m here to finish the job."

Late-degree planets are intense, wise, and powerful—but also impatient because they’ve been through it all.

🔹 Sun at 25°: You’re a boss, period. No time for games, just legacy-building.

🔹 Moon at 22°: Emotionally deep AF. You KNOW things before people even open their mouths.

🔹 Mercury at 28°: Talks like a professor and a stand-up comedian at the same time.

🔹 Venus at 26°: Love is serious business. No casual dating, just intense connections.

🔹 Mars at 21°: Unstoppable force. You’ve already mastered action—now you’re here to win.

🔹 Jupiter at 23°: Wise beyond your years. You’ve learned all the lessons and now you’re the teacher.

🔹 Saturn at 27°: Life has tested you more than most, but you wear your scars like armor.

🔹 Uranus at 28°: Fully awakened rebel. You break all the rules, but somehow succeed anyway.

🔹 Neptune at 24°: Master manifestor. You make the impossible seem normal.

🔹 Pluto at 27°: Your power is legendary. You were born to make generational changes.

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"This energy is my final test."

29° is called the "Anaretic Degree," aka the boss battle of astrology. It’s like cramming for a final exam—the universe is making sure you’ve truly mastered this planetary energy. If you have a planet here, there’s often urgency, intensity, and a feeling of fate around that area of life.

🔹 Sun at 29°: Walking powerhouse. You’ve learned all there is about your identity, and now it’s your final test to own it. Spotlight finds you whether you want it or not.

🔹 Moon at 29°: Emotional sage. You’ve felt it all, been through emotional hell and back, and now your intuition is on god-tier mode. But emotions can feel overwhelming, like you're carrying generations of feelings.

🔹 Mercury at 29°: Brilliant but exhausted mind. Your thoughts race at 5G speed, but decision-making is HARD because you see all the options. Overthinking is your enemy.

🔹 Venus at 29°: Love and beauty master. You’ve seen every possible romantic situation—loyalty, betrayal, passion, heartbreak. Now, love feels fated and no casual flings will do.

🔹 Mars at 29°: The warrior with no off switch. You’ve been in SO many battles (literal or metaphorical) that your go-to reaction is "fight first, think later." But the lesson? Not every war is worth it.

🔹 Jupiter at 29°: Lucky but reckless. You know how to take risks and make big moves, but sometimes it’s too much, too fast. Learning when to pull back is key.

🔹 Saturn at 29°: The old soul who’s been through the wringer. You’ve mastered responsibility, but you might feel like you’ve been an adult since age 5. Final test? Balancing hard work with actual joy.

🔹 Uranus at 29°: Rebel genius. You’ve already mastered breaking rules, revolutionizing ideas, and making history. Now? You need to use that power responsibly.

🔹 Neptune at 29°: Spiritual visionary. You’ve seen through the illusion, lived in your dreams, and touched the mystical. Now, the challenge is staying grounded in reality while keeping the magic alive.

🔹 Pluto at 29°: Transformation overload. You were born into powerful, life-changing experiences. Intensity follows you like a shadow, but your final test is learning to control the fire instead of letting it consume you.

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ⋆˚꩜｡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: your vacation is coming to an end but your dad wants you to leave texas with a bang. so he plans to throw a giant lake party, inviting anyone and everyone he knows. including his best friend— joel miller. who you’ve already had the pleasure of meeting once before; but now things were a little awkward and far more complicated than it had been. surrounded by prying eyes, secrets threatening to spill out of the seams— you had to be careful. but when it comes to joel, the man you’ve been dreaming about for days, how careful could you be?

𝐟𝐭. dbf!joel x fem!reader

𝐰𝐜. 16k

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: smut, mdni, no outbreak!au, plot with p, jesse is reader’s childhood friend, SIGNIFICANT AGE GAP, reader is in their 20s, joel is in his 50s, so much sëxual tension, oräl (m & f receiving), unprotected sëx, p in v sëx, riding joel, forbidden romance if you squint, joel’s pov a couple of times, joel is a yearner, joel is jealous & possessive, mention of alcohol, mention of drinking, mention of swimming/wearing a bathing suit, no use of y/n, joel uses pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling), lil bit of angst if you squint, eventual smut, dirty talk, p//ssy drunk, c//ck & p//ssy worship if you squint, joel has a dad bod (& happy trail)

𝐚/𝐧: this is a continuation fic from THIS post! please read the first part before this one (i’d appreciate it! <3)

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“Are you sure you want to invite…everyone you know?” You ask, folding a beach towel as you speak. 

“Why not? It’s my little girl’s last few days before she leaves! I want the party to be one to be remembered!” Your dad hums, shoving his own bag full of goodies for the lake. 

You manage a smile but shake your head nonetheless. “You’re acting like I’m going to leave forever.” 

Your dad laughs, struggling to zip his over packed bag up. “To me, it sure does feel like forever!” He says with another laugh. “Either way, it’ll be fun! Swimming, good food, and camping one last night before you leave. It’s like you’re still thirteen!” 

“But I’m not thirteen anymore dad. Plus, Mrs. Felton is bringing her famous tuna and pecan salad.” You say exaggeratedly, rolling your eyes. “Which you and I both know…the entire block hates. So that good food you promised…?” You tease, zipping your own bag closed.

You watch as your dad visibly shudders at the mention of the tuna salad, making a fake gagging noise. “Well it’s a good thing your dad knows how to cook or else you’d be stuck with that delicious tuna salad too.” He fires back, hauling his successfully closed bag, and your own finished bag, over his shoulder, heading for the front door. 

You playfully sigh, shaking your head as you follow after him. You grab the massive cooler by the door on your way out, hauling it into the bed of his truck. 

“Plus,” Your dad starts, helping you with one hand to lift the cooler into the bed of his truck. “Joel and Tommy are gonna be there. And I know damn good and well Joel can cook too.” 

You freeze a little at the mention of his name but you manage to quickly gather yourself before your dad notices. One hand planted on the bottom of the cooler and you give it a shove to push it further into the bed. You laugh a little, trying your best not to sound awkward, as you turn around and grab hold of a couple of lawn chairs to add to the back of the truck. 

After that brief moment of summer’s heat getting to the two of you, or so Joel called it, he had left you to shower and clean up; working on your car for a couple of hours. Leaving you to sit in his house like a lost soul; only entertained by your phone and the sound of silence. 

You two did not speak about “it” after he finished working on your car. He simply came into his home, handed you the keys— making sure to avoid touching you at pretty much all costs— before saying goodbye and driving home. 

You two didn’t speak to each other after that day. You had waited, hopeful, for something; anything. Waited for a call or a text, but after the third day of sitting idly with your phone tightly gripped in your fingers, you figured he had planned to never talk to you again. Even though it stung a little, you couldn’t really blame him. It was an impulse, driven by desire and lust to quench a thirst brought on by the heat. 

And you definitely never mentioned that day to your dad either. Would feign that you just ‘simply forgot to tell him’ if it was brought up. 

Although, the mention of his name still makes your heart pound; forcing you to swallow the memories of the two of you…tangled up. There was a time and a place for everything…and standing near your father was not one of those times to get all flustered. 

You shake off the memories clouding your mind. Taking a step back and watching your dad throw in the giant tent he bought two years ago…and never used. 

“I’m surprised they’re coming.” You mumble after your dad closes the tailgate to his truck. 

“Why wouldn’t they?” Your dad asks, leaning against his truck briefly. 

You freeze again. Having meant to wonder inside your head instead of speaking out loud. 

“Hmm,” You sigh, putting your hands on your hips. “Just didn’t think senior citizens liked to swim, that's all.” You finally say, sarcasm dripping in your tone just to cover your ass from the real reason.

Your dad takes the bait. 

He laughs, hearty and full, reaching out to pinch the tip of your nose. “Now you better be nice to your dad or I’m leavin’ ya at the lake with only the tuna salad for lunch and dinner.” 

You yelp at the pinch on your nose, rubbing the sore spot before playfully smacking your dad across the arm. “Better be nice to your daughter or you’ll end up in a nursing home next year.” You tease, shooting him a glare. 

Your dad laughs again, waving you off as he walks back over to the front door to lock up the house. 

You take the time to get up into the passenger side of his truck. Buckling up before you check to make sure you have your essentials. Phone, tucked into the pocket of your linen shorts. You remember putting your wallet and keys into your tote bag so you can ignore the anxiety of forgetting them for now. Everything else you could think of was  packed inside your bag, so now all you had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride; and somehow enjoy being around a man you wanted more than you’ve ever wanted anything else in life. 

But maybe with the amount of people going to be there, thanks to your dad inviting the entire neighborhood and then some, you wouldn’t notice him at all. 

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That was just wishful thinking. 

The second you and your dad showed up to the lakeside, your nerves set in. Every vehicle that pulled up as you helped your dad set up for the day, sent a strike of lightning along your spine. Your heart pounds hard against your ribs and your fingers tremble as you expect to see his truck every time you stopped what you were doing and looked up. 

Every car that pulled up forced you to freeze. Every single time. But then you realize it’s not him, and that you’re not looking at his truck, so you try your hardest to return to normal. 

You do your best to keep yourself busy. As much as you possibly could anyway. Helping your dad prepare for the cookout, setting things up inside the large shelter sitting above the lake’s shore. 

Even with the sticky feeling of jumpiness clinging to you, you managed to say your hellos to those that you knew— and even to the ones you didn’t know. Telling everyone who showed up where they could find refreshments of every kind; water, sweet tea, soda, and beer. Doing your best to be a good host.

You had just settled into your skin once again when he finally showed up. You saw his truck a mile away. Right out of the corner of your eye. Watching as it rumbles down the road, turning your insides as hot as the pavement he steps out onto. 

You swallow hard, choking on the humidity of it all, as you try to ignore him. Turning your attention quickly to whoever was standing closest to you, initiating friendly conversation. 

You didn’t want to see him or how good he looked. And you certainly didn’t want to remember that moment; his lips on yours, or his calloused hands brushing everywhere along your body. You tried your hardest to forget the feeling of him slotted against your core, the taste of his name on your tongue…

But it was no use. 

The thought of it leaves you breathless and fuzzy. Remembering the feeling of him all too well and you blame the summer’s sun for making you damn near hallucinate. 

You hear your dad laughing behind you and you pray inside your mind that he just forgets about you. Just continues to rattle off his stories and not call you over— 

“Hey kid! Come over here for a minute!” Your dad yells over the soft roar of people and the music he had put on. 

Dammit. 

You excuse yourself to whoever you briefly stopped to speak to. Shoving that queasy, anxious feeling in your throat down into your stomach. You turn on your heel to make your way to where your dad stands, right next to the grill— right next to Tommy and Joel. 

The sound of your heart pounding in your chest was almost as loud as the sound of your flip flops echoing with every step you took, drawing closer and closer to the trio. 

“You remember my daughter, huh boys?” Your dad says, loud and proud. His hand pats on your shoulder as he reintroduces you to the Millers. 

“Hiya,” Tommy is the first to speak up, his hand lifting in the air for you to shake. You take his hand welcomingly, shaking it in greeting with a small smile on your face. “Nice to see ya again.” Tommy adds before he takes his hand back. 

You had tried your hardest not to look at him. 

Now it was unavoidable. 

You turn to Joel, who stands about as rigid as you feel. 

And fuck if Joel doesn’t look so damn good, just like you knew he would. He’s wearing a simple gray t-shirt, breathable and light for the summer’s sun, and god was he wearing swim trunks? Did he plan to swim? You can’t help but imagine him standing in the shallow end, water rolling down his bare chest, dark green swim trunks clinging to his thighs, making everything you desire just a little more pronounced and proud. The image of water clinging to his thighs makes you suck in a deep breath and you have to force yourself to remain indifferent as you stand next to your father.

Thank god you had a good poker face.

Tommy finally elbows Joel, knocking him— and yourself— out of the wind that had wrapped around the two of you. 

“Howdy,” Joel says, low and easy. He shifts around the simply wrapped box— a present for you?— and the six pack of beer in his hands, before he manages to stick his hand out for you to shake. 

You can already feel your fingers trembling as you lift your hand to meet his. Your fingers smooth down into his palm and your entire body hums with heat beneath your skin. You do your best not to shudder— or to remember the feel of his calloused hands on your body days ago. 

Thankfully though, before your mind can begin to replay every second of that day, Tommy laughs, patting his brother a little harder than he probably should have. 

“Forgive my older brother. He’s losin’ it.” Tommy hums, emphasizing the word “older” as he speaks about Joel. 

You jump at his voice and snatch your hand back quickly, laughing the interaction off with him. Trying your hardest to keep your heart inside your chest. 

Joel in response rolls his eyes and shakes off his little brother’s hand, taking his hand back down to his side. “You’re one to talk.” Joel gruffly says, elbowing Tommy back.

“C’mon boys, you’re both pretty!” Your dad jokes, laughing loudly as he joins in to the bickering of the brothers. 

Their playful arguing falls onto deaf ears as your mind shifts back to that day. Back to him. You’re close enough that you can smell his cologne again. He’s only an arms length away, maybe less. If it were just the two of you…you’re almost sure you’d reach out to him again. Pull him in as he lifts you up, kissing him like it was meant to be. 

You realize you’ve been staring at him for far too long, when he glances at you. 

Big eyes roam down the length of your body, taking in every revealing bit of skin that shows with the tank-top and pair of shorts you had slipped on over your bathing suit. 

You watch his jaw clench and his lips form a thin line as he stares into your eyes; as if he wants to say something but the laugh of Tommy and your dad echoing in the background, stops him. You two were not alone, and it would be best to remember that. Doesn’t stop the build up of heat bubbling under your skin, threatening to burst with his gaze settling all over your body though.  

Thankfully, out of the corner of your eye, a familiar face is saving you from the desire— or maybe it's embarrassment— threatening to swallow you up. 

“Ahaha,” You laugh awkwardly, a little too loudly, pointing over your shoulder in the direction of said familiar face. “Look! There’s Jesse, I’m gonna go say hi!” 

Your dad waves you off, letting you go without so much as a thought as he continues his chit-chat with his friends.

You flee under Joel’s gaze, rushing to Jesse’s side before you can think about it. 

“Jesse!” You shout, grabbing his arm and dragging him out from beneath the large shaded patio and around the corner of the building, out of sight. 

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Fuck, she looked good. 

Joel had tried his hardest to worm out of not going to the party. He wanted to enjoy time with his friend and his brother at a nice lake party but god knows he wasn’t gonna be able to focus on fuckin’ nothin’ with her around. It was bad enough he hadn’t talked to her since that day, he really tried to…just didn’t know how. Was scared he’d fuck something up…but by now, he surely has anyway. Lord knows he didn’t need anymore help fucking things up. 

But in the end, Tommy had convinced him to show up. Told him it would be all kinds of fun and a good day to take a break from their usual hardworking days; so Joel went, under the guise of just taking it ‘easy’. 

It was anything but easy. 

The second he stepped out of his truck, his skin turned hot to the touch, and not because of the sun. And just when he thinks the shade of the patio will cool him off, he sees you. 

Called over by your father, trotting up with tension only Joel probably notices. 

Fuck, she looked so damn good. 

His eyes travel along your body, that he didn’t want to admit he hadn’t stopped thinking about since that day, staring at any exposed skin that dared to show. You wore shorts and a light tank-top, but all he could think about was getting to see more of your thighs; or the way your tank-top dipped low enough to reveal some cleavage— peeking just over your swimsuit hiding beneath—that he hadn’t gotten a chance to see last time. 

It made his mouth water. 

Licking his lips a little as his eyes flutter while he looks over you. And he really wants to say something; anything. To tell you how pretty you look or to try to and make sense of what happened between the two of you but Tommy’s elbow is digging into his ribs and he’s quickly remembering where the two of you are at. 

He mumbles the softest of greetings, clearing his throat as Tommy teases him about his age. Joel rolls his eyes, remarking how Tommy is in the same damn boat he is, before her dad steps in. 

Joel tunes out most of the banter though, and returns his attention back to that pretty girl standing beside him. He just can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. 

Joel stares again. God, what he wouldn’t give to be alone with you right now. The way you slightly look up at him, your eyes skimming over his lips, he’d devour you right then and there if it was just the two of you. To lift you up into his arms, holding you as close as he could, whispering your name and his apologies like there was no tomorrow; if it meant he got to hear you call his name again. 

He can feel that scorching hum under his skin again, building up more and more, just like it had back in his kitchen a week ago— threatening to snap. 

Joel is pulled out of his…not so innocent thoughts at the sound of Tommy’s voice calling for him. His lips form a thin line as he realizes he’s been staring for too long. 

He licks his chapped lips, slowly blinking, finally gathering the nerve to strike up a friendly conversation with you, to ease into maybe getting you away and alone, but you’re turning away from him. Yelling after a tall, dark haired boy and running off. And before he knows it, you’re gone. Slipping right out of his grasp, leaving him behind. Forcing him to watch you drag…that boy…away, dragging him along awfully close right behind you. 

Jealousy pits in his stomach. Turning that sweet burn you set alight in him into a sour, puff of smoke. 

And he didn’t like that at fucking all.

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Jesse laughs as you yank him around the pillar of the patio; hiding out of sight, out of mind. “Oh hey dude, what’s up?” Jesse playfully hums, stumbling behind you as you jerk him around. 

“Ugh,” You groan, pressing your back against the stone of the patio wall. “So awkward…” You mutter under your breath, rubbing a hand over your face. 

Jesse lifts a dark eyebrow, peeking around the corner from where you had just dragged him from. “Your dad?” He asks. 

“Yeah…” You lie, yanking him back away from the opening of the door. “I just…can’t believe he invited this many people.” 

“This is nothing,” Jesse hums with another light hearted laugh, his arms crossing over his chest. “You were at my graduation. Now that was a party.” 

You roll your eyes, pinching his arm playfully, chuckling alongside your childhood friend. 

You had met Jesse when he and his family moved in two houses down from yours, when you were just five years old; and ever since, the two of you have been really close friends. Lived on the same street your entire childhood, went to the same school, everything— up until you left for further schooling and later your job. 

“C’mon…this is still a little too much. He’s acting like I’m gonna leave forever.” You sigh, glancing in the direction you had just fled from. 

You didn’t tell Jesse about your little…moment with Joel last week. Normally, you would’ve called him and spilled all of the details of what happened. Would’ve talked for hours, since Jesse was into that kind of gossip too, but this wasn’t just gossip. It was something that you needed to dissect alone. 

“I see you met Joel and Tommy too.” Jesse says as he moves to lean against the building beside you. “I’ve worked with Tommy a couple of times, he’s pretty cool.” 

You nod your head a little, picking at the hem of your beach shorts. “And…Joel?” You ask cautiously. Praying you don’t sound too intrigued, didn’t need Jesse’s keen ears picking up on what you were really asking. 

“Met him a few times too. Heard more stories from Tommy ‘bout him than anything. Seems like a good man though.” Jesse answers truthfully; unsuspecting.

You nod again, picking at your shorts a little harder. You didn’t need to hear it from Jesse to know Joel was in fact a good man; you had witnessed it first hand after all. 

Although, you had hoped to hear…juicer  details about Joel instead. Like what was his type? How did he like his coffee? Did he even like coffee? Was he seeing anyone else? You remember him telling you he’s divorced, and that it’s just been him and Sarah ever since but…after what the two of you did, did he not call you because he decided to find someone else? 

Your stomach drops at the thought but it’s quickly swept away— he most likely would’ve shown up with a partner today, if he had a new one, to solidify that he was no longer…thinking about you. 

You still had a chance. 

“You wanna get in the water?“ Jesse offers, cutting through your thoughts. He can clearly tell you’re distracted by something; thank god he can’t tell exactly what you’re distracted by though. 

“Please,” You sigh, nodding your head to his question, pushing yourself up and off the stone wall. “Anything to keep me away from my dad for a little bit.” 

You stumble back into the mouth of the lake shelter, ignoring your dad and…company, as best you can. Quickly, you dig through your bag you had brought and fish out a towel, turning swiftly back to Jesse and joining him in the short walk to the edge of the beach. You shed out of your shorts and tank-top, leaving you in your pretty, black and white bathing suit. 

You wade through the ripples of lakewater, pushing yourself forward until water sits just above your belly button. You groan softly at the coolness of the water, rubbing a hand across the back of your neck. God, this was much needed. After your brief run in with Joel, who easily set every inch of your body on fire, and standing in the Texas sun; the chill of the water was more than welcoming. Helping out your previously flushed body to return to normal, simmering the very bones beneath your skin. 

You and Jesse both take it easy once in the water. He asks you about your school and job, you ask him the same, before you two begin to retell stories from your childhood. That god awful teacher you both shared in seventh grade who almost failed the two of you because you purposely failed your math homework by writing the teacher’s name in every box. Not that you couldn’t pass it, just wanted to piss him off. You remember being grounded for a month. Or the time you and Jesse got into a fight with another group of kids in eighth grade; your dad was proud of you for that one. 

So many stories bounced back and forth before a voice cut through your laughter and happy memories. 

“Y’all wanna share with the class what’s so funny?” Tommy asks from his spot on the beach. His arms are crossed over his chest, his shirt discarded, and he dawns a smirk the size of Texas itself. 

“Nothin’ you’d find funny, old timer.” Jesse replies with a softer laugh, standing up and moving slightly closer to the edge of the shallow end, holding out his hand for Tommy to shake. 

Tommy takes his hand and shakes it, a grin still settled on his face as he lets go, and walks into the water beside Jesse. 

“Well shit, I wasn’t born yesterday kid,” Tommy teases as he stands beside you and Jesse. “Doubt you’ve done anything as bad as I have when I was your age.” He says, far too proudly than he probably should be. 

You chuckle at his words, shrugging slightly as you and Jesse share a glance; before Jesse goes into detail about the time he pranked his senior teacher by leaving dead fish in his yard. 

You don’t mean too, but you’ve tuned out the boy talk again. Just nodding your head as they speak, swapping their own stories, but every word bounces off your thick, inattentive skull. 

Couldn’t help it, not when you knew if Tommy was near…Joel was somewhere close by too. 

“She’s not even listening…” 

You hear the words ever so faintly, echoing in the back of your mind, but before you can fake your way into making it out like you were actually listening, a wave of water splashes against your upper half. Jerking back a little at the water droplets hitting your face, you blink rapidly at the culprit who just splashed you– Jesse.

“Oh it is on, Jesse.” You hiss, knowing his intentions of wanting to start a war. Your hand just dips under the surface to break the water and send a wave crashing at him, but he holds up a hand to stop you in your tracks. 

“We settle this like men. Chicken.” Jesse dares, his eyes narrowed. 

You roll your eyes at his challenge, hand still at the ready to splash him. “We’re not twelve, dude. Who’s gonna lift us up?” 

Tommy claps Jesse’s shoulder, claiming his stake in this game of war. “Might hurt my back a little, but I’ll do it.” Tommy laughs, joking about his back as if he were a grandpa of several years.

You stare at the two men, clearly outnumbered and a little irritated about Tommy, who so easily jumped at the chance to join up with Jesse. “What about me then?” You ask with a sarcastic tone. 

Tommy doesn’t skip a beat. He hooks a thumb over his shoulder, grinning as wide as he can, as he gestures towards the other participant awaiting lakeside. 

Joel. 

Joel stands in the sand at just the edge of where the lake water meets the sandy beach, watching you with a gaze you can’t quite read from your spot in the water. His shirt is still on but now he holds a beer in his hand. Two fingers casually wrap around the bottle's cool neck, but Tommy’s words and your eyes on him has him freezing in his spot…as if he had settled with just watching you mess around. Keeping his distance, but close enough he could continue to yearn for you from afar. 

Joel coughs, trying his best to avoid your eye, embarrassed how Tommy basically just ratted him out. “I dunno Tommy…I’m too old for this shit anymore.”

Tommy and Jesse share a laugh but you barely manage to breathe, staring at Joel as he stays still. 

“You got one thing right,” Tommy hums, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You’re old!” 

Joel rolls his eyes and you feel your stomach drop at his irritation. 

“C’mon now, grandpa! You promised to have some fun! Now come here and have some damn fun!” Tommy says, motioning for Joel to join them.

Joel remains quiet. His fingers anxiously shift along the beer bottle. You can tell in his mind he’s weighing his options; he could refuse, but then he’d seem like the biggest asshole ever after what happened between you two…or he could join, and fight to keep his thoughts “innocent” while your body was on his once more. 

“If it’s alright with her.” Joel finally says, nodding his head in your direction. 

If you hadn’t been holding your breath before, you were now. 

The thought of him touching your body after everything that has happened in the short time since you both arrived— it made your skin boil in anticipation. You had wanted it so badly, to feel him touch you again, but this time it would be nothing but friendly with the sea of eyes on the two of you. 

But it would be enough. 

You slowly nod back and that’s all it takes. 

Joel sticks his beer upright into the sand, keeping it nestled just enough to stop it from spilling while it’s unattended, then he grabs the hem of his shirt. He tosses the gray cloth into the sand next to his beer before greeting you in the water. 

It was hard taking your eyes off of him. Jesse, while your childhood friend, was still very easy on the eye. Can’t even deny Tommy being just as handsome as well but Joel? Fuck, he was different, in every way. Your heart beat faster around him, body hummed with electricity like you had never felt before. And he certainly was the most attractive man you had ever laid your eyes on. 

He stands tall over you, eyes narrowed down the curve of his pretty nose. The tease of gray in his dark beard shimmers under the Texas sun, along with the curls at the nape of his neck. He looked just as good as the day you met him on the side of the road. Looked even better when those big brown eyes of his were full blown, lusting after you. 

And again, if the two of you had been alone— you would’ve kissed him right then and there, drawing out that lust that you had encountered a week ago.

“You ready?” Joel asks softly. 

You wet your lips before giving him another sure nod. 

Joel smiles reassuringly, sinking just below the water’s surface, holding his hand out for you to use to stabilize yourself as you get up on his shoulders. 

You take it hesitantly, pressing your fingers gently into the curve of his palm before you seat yourself quickly along his shoulders, retrieving your hand. Once seated and okay, Joel lifts you and himself out of the water, returning to stand up and prepare to play the game.  

You run your fingers through his wet hair, under the guise of keeping the soaked tips out of his eyesight. Briefly imagining what it would be like if he just turned his head a little to the side; his lips brushing your inner thighs as they sit snug atop his shoulders. 

A rush of pleasure strikes your core at the thought of him eating you out. Pushing your bathing suit to the side, his tongue dancing against your clit. Would he finger you too? Could he please you with just his tongue? You don’t have time to think of an answer when Jesse is calling your name, ripping you out of your endless thoughts once again. 

“3, 2, 1…go!” Jesse shouts, he and Tommy both lunging forward to take on you and Joel. 

Focusing on the game now, your hands raise to grab ahold of Jesse’s hands as he seeks to throw you off first. You lean back but hold tight to him, and thanks to Joel’s hands settling on your shins, he keeps you from falling. 

You push back against Jesse’s weight, which almost does nothing to move him. Joel helps though, hefting you forward and causing Tommy to stumble back this time. A smile cracks your face as you take the upperhand. 

It doesn’t last long though once Tommy regains his footing. Jesse and you struggle back and forth for several minutes; taking every chance you could get to try and win. You’re putting up a damn good fight, and if Joel wasn’t the one keeping you upright, you’re sure you would’ve lost a long time ago. 

You two made a really good fucking team. 

You pull your elbows in tight, tensing every inch of your muscles and giving Jesse one final pushback. And with that last shove, Tommy’s footing slips beneath him and Jesse goes crashing into the waves below. You laugh, raising your arms up in victory just as Jesse comes up for air. 

“Hell yeah!” You cheer, laughing as Jesse wipes his face and gasps for air after his tumble into the waves. “I’ll always be the Queen when it comes to a game of chicken!” 

Tommy and Joel both chuckle at your victory, even Jesse cracks a small smirk as he admits his defeat. 

You’re too wrapped up in cheering for your win to notice Joel getting just that much closer to the water. And with just a little toss, Joel sends you to meet the ripples of water beneath. 

You’re swallowed up by the lake water, tumbling under the surface briefly as you try to regain your footing— before breaking above the water’s surface. You flail around for a split second, still caught entirely off guard from your betrayal, trying to take in your surroundings. 

When you finally gather your bearings, Tommy and Jesse both laugh from their spots on the sideline. 

“You ass!” You yell in Joel’s direction, wiping your hair out of your eyes. 

“Mmm, hey now,” Joel drawls, lighthearted and warm like the sun. “You kinda deserved it.” He adds, a smile splintering on his own lips. 

Ah, it was a little normal again. 

Joel takes a moment to retrieve his beer, taking a hearty sip from the bottle before wading back out towards you. 

He holds his hand out to you, the simple gesture sending your heart abuzz once again, but instead of accepting it right away, you splash him. Sending water up against his chest and face. He stumbles at the surprise and you take the opportunity to give him a little taste of his own medicine– yanking on his hand and sending him down below the water’s surface while you rise to your feet. 

When Joel returns from his own dip, he stares up at you, spitting out water he likely inhaled in his fall. 

You laugh but the smile forming on his face, canines peeking over the curl of his lip, surely meant trouble for you. 

His hand scoops forward and he sends a wave crashing in your direction but you dodge it, seeing it coming. He’s quick onto his feet for a man his age, chasing after you to get his sought out revenge, another splashing war beginning. 

You flee, wading through the water that comes up to your stomach, stepping off to the side, around Jesse and Tommy in an attempt to stop Joel in his tracks. 

“C’mere sweetheart!” Joel calls, damn near right behind you. 

You glance over your shoulder to see Jesse and Tommy parting, letting Joel sweep between them to get his pay back. He’s close enough now to send another splash against your back, sending chills across your shoulders and down your spine. 

“You guys suck!” You yell at the two bystanders, breaking out in a giggling fit once Joel’s hand grabs hold of your arm and he easily tugs you back towards him. 

He tosses you over his shoulder, hand tightly wrapped around your thigh to keep you from squirming out of his grip. Your hands slide down his damp back, half assed pushing against his skin to try and escape. 

Won’t admit the butterflies dancing around your stomach as he hauls you around like it’s fucking easy to him. 

Joel carries the two of you out a little deeper into the water, attempting to toss you back into the water but you drag him down with you at the last second. 

Both of you sink below the surface, hands grasping at each other to try and keep the other under water even longer. You manage to slip away somehow, rising out of the water and back onto your feet but Joel just continues to chase you. You laugh, soft and sweet, as the two of you playfully mess around. Taking turns in splashing each other or chasing each other around the water. 

It was as if the two of you had never been separated in the first place. As if things were normal, enjoyable, between you both. Truly, as if you were just…better off together. 

You don’t know when it happens, sometime in your struggle to get to the shore probably, but Joel sits against the sand in a more shallow spot; while you sit snugly in his lap. 

He laughs with you, easy and hearty— a true, genuine laugh. A large hand settles on your hip, thumb rubbing into your skin. His gaze is heavy and hot, hotter than the sun, as his warm eyes flick from yours to the plump of your bottom lip. Joel stares at your lips, making it obvious as to what he wants, his own lips still curled up in a smirk. His thumb presses heavy into your skin and you’re suddenly made aware of every touch the two of you share. 

His hand grasping your waist. Your own hands pressed against his chest that once kept you from falling, but now just tenderly brush against him. Could feel his erratic heartbeat beneath your fingers; a little happy that it matched your own wild beating heart. You feel his strong thighs against the back of yours as you sit in his lap. But the most prominent feeling was the tent, slowly growing between your slightly parted thighs, rubbing up into you. 

You shiver at the feeling. This time, the water does nothing to cool you off.

And just as suddenly, the both of you realize what’s going on…what shouldn’t be going on in front of others. The world around the two of you comes crashing down like a giant tsunami. 

You scramble from your seated position, quickly backing up into the depths of the water and back up onto your feet. Joel does the same but in the opposite direction. His eyes are wide and his grip tightens around the beer bottle, most likely full of lake water by now, as he tries his hardest not to look at you. 

After a few, intense heartbeats, he clears his throat. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, turning away from the entire group staring at him. “I’m gonna go get another beer.” Joel mutters, sharp and curt like a knife cutting an object. He doesn’t wait for anyone else to speak before he leaves the water, stepping up the hill without another word. 

And he’s gone before your eyes, disappearing into the patio. 

After a few more agonizingly, hard and  thrashing heartbeats, Tommy clears his throat. You avoid his gaze as he walks past you and out of the water, grabbing Joel’s discarded shirt, and following after his brother. 

“So…older men, huh?” Jesse’s voice cuts through the blood pounding in your ears. 

You jump at his voice. Shaking your head, putting up your hands in an attempt to divert Jesse and his questions. “Jesse, please don’t.”

“Oh please, Shorty,” Jesse says, rolling your childhood nickname off his tongue. “We’re not gonna talk about what just happened?” 

“I’d rather not.” You shakily breathe, running a hand over your damp hair as you make your way to land. You park yourself against the sand, back facing the patio where the brothers had walked off to, feet barely still in the water when Jesse is already at your side the second you sit down. 

He sits briefly in silence next to you, digging his fingers lightly into the sand beside him. He stays quiet, letting it stretch between the two of you; the sound of laughter and the soft crash of lake water filling the gaps. 

“Well,” Jesse finally says after what feels like maybe two minutes of silence; it was all he could give you— he couldn’t wait any longer to know the details. “Figured you’d be into guys…your age.” He teases, his shoulder knocking against yours. 

“Ugh, Jesse,” You whine, hands pressing against your face. You can feel your face flushing a dark red, hot beneath your fingertips. “You’re so nosey.” You grumble. Embarrassed beyond embarrassed under his gaze and questions. 

“After that!? Yeah, I’m gonna be fuckin’ nosey dude!” Jesse laughs in disbelief. As if he can’t really believe that someone he had known for so long and called his best friend, just basically dry humped a man twice her age. 

“So, give me the details.” He adds, knocking his knuckles gently against your knee. 

You groan, lowering your hands into your lap after a second. You anxiously pick at your nails, glancing over at Jesse. “It’s nothing really. Literally it was just a one time thing—“ You start to retell but Jesse interrupts you. 

“One time!?” Jesse barks and you shush him wildly, hitting his bicep to try and keep him from screaming your secrets to the rest of the world.

“Shhh! Shut up!” You shush him again, embarrassment turning the tips of your ears a dark red now. “Oh my god, Jesse! This isn’t public knowledge for the entire fuckin’ neighborhood to know about!” You hiss under your breath so no one around can hear you, just like you hoped they hadn’t heard Jesse. 

Jesse laughs again, his eyes wide as he glances over you and then over his shoulder, surveying the area before returning to the conversation. “Fuck, seriously, what haven’t you been telling me!” Jesse muses with a smirk. “Move to a big city and suddenly you can’t tell your best friend about the man waiting back home for ya and that you’ve been sleeping with him? Shit dude!” Jesse laughs again, shaking his head. 

“Jesse,” You groan, hitting his arm again. “I told you, it’s not like that. It was a one time thing. It happened last week—“

“Last week! God, you hate me don’t you. You don’t wanna tell me nothin’ anymore, huh?” Jesse says in feigned  shock, shaking his head. 

“Ugh.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at the dramatic man. “I don’t hate you. Again, it wasn’t supposed to be a known thing! A one time thing.” You reiterate with a defeated glance towards Jesse, who is still smiling away. 

You watch as Jesse tries his hardest to put together any dots you may have left out. You take the second of quietness to calm yourself, wondering exactly what you could tell him and what you really shouldn’t. 

Jesse beats you to it though. “So…” He starts after the brief silence. “Was he a good fuck?” 

“Jesse!” You shout, flamed cheeks once again as you hit his shoulder. You don’t know how many more times you could yell his name before he stopped asking you the most embarrassing questions known to man. 

“Ok, ok! I’m done!” He laughs, rubbing his arm after that last hit. 

You take his word, ignoring his cheerful gaze, turning to stare out at the ripples of lake water. You don’t really want to continue talking about it but you know Jesse won’t give up until he gets all the details— so you wait for him to keep asking you questions. 

After a moment, he finally speaks up again. “Does he know that it was just a one time thing though? From the looks of it, he’s still waaaaay into you.” Jesse points out, his face turning a little more…sorrowful, as he looks at you; as if he feels bad about your current situation. 

“Huh, could’ve fooled me.” You respond, pressing your fingers into the wet sand. You semi-play with the sand beneath you, sighing heavily as you remember the ghosted feeling you sat with for days. That loneliness that cradled you, the emptiness without him. 

“It really wasn’t planned. Just happened. And then…we didn’t talk. It’s obviously a little complicated.” You croak, kicking at the water splashing around your feet. 

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Fuck. Shit. God dammit. 

He had gotten too carried away. 

The awkwardness between the two of you had faded so quickly, he just couldn’t help it. Falling into a smooth rhythm of laughs, stolen glances, and soft intimate touches; until you were in his lap. 

It just happened. Wasn’t planned at all he just— fuck felt so goddamn comfortable with someone in that way for the first time in so fucking long. 

Like it was…just easy. 

Joel stumbles up into the patio, dodging people and ignoring faces he didn’t know or care about, heading straight for the cooler. He tosses the water filled bottle into the nearby trash can before digging into the cooler for another beer. He’s just fishing another bottle out of the ice and popping off the cap when Tommy is coming up quickly to his side. 

“What the fuck was that?” Tommy retorts, an eyebrow hitched in confusion towards the sky as he stares at his older brother. 

“Nothin’.” Joel responds, lifting the bottle to his lips and taking a heavy chug off the bitter beer. 

A lie that made his heart ache with regret as soon as he spoke. At this point, it definitely wasn’t just nothing to him. Or to her. 

Fuck, he’d rather be shooting whiskey. 

“That didn’t look like nothin’, Joel.” Tommy scoffs under his breath, casting glances over his shoulder to make sure a certain someone’s dad didn’t come over and hear the conversation. 

Joel finishes the beer far too quickly, tossing his trash away and reaching for another he’ll leisurely sip on now that a buzz, not created by you, sets in under his skin. He slams the lid to the cooler shut, turning to face Tommy but he’s unable to truly look his little brother in the eye. “Tommy, don’t. I said it’s nothin’.” Joel grunts, another lie that made his heart ache, stepping to the side to try and go around Tommy. 

“When I told you to have more fun…didn’t expect you to be messin’ around, big brother.” Tommy teases, stepping in front of Joel as he tries to flee. 

Joel rolls his eyes, already sipping on the new beer. He’d need at least 10 more to get any kind of real buzz to deal with Tommy and his prying eye. 

“I’m not messin’ around. It’s just, fuck, I dunno, complicated.” Joel finally huffs, tilting his head down so his eyes settle on the concrete of the patio. “Just drop it, a’right?” 

Tommy laughs, shaking his head as he stares at Joel; who is trying his damn hardest not to be seen. “Alright, alright. Just hope you know what you’re doin’ old man.” Tommy teases, lifting a hand to light heartedly tap Joel on the shoulder. 

Joel shakes his hand off. Annoyed with his little brother but his irritation wouldn’t get to last long when her father was coming over to the both of them. A smile on his face as he stalks up to his friends. 

“Look what the water spit out!” He says, chuckling as he takes in Joel’s soaking wet appearance. “Go for a lil swim? Water alright?” 

Joel nods curtly, responds really only with another good sip off his beer. 

“Oh the water is certainly alright.” Tommy sarcastically rolls, answering for Joel, laughing alongside her father. 

Joel narrows his eyes at his little brother. Knowing that if he was a little younger, and somewhere else, he and Tommy would’ve traded brotherly punches instead of words, for the shit he was pulling. 

“Well enough playin’ around boys, foods ready!” Her dad says, patting both Tommy and Joel on the back briefly before he heads off to fetch the rest of the crew. 

“Keep your mouth shut, Tommy. I’m fuckin’ serious.” Joel curses under his breath at his brother, who simply laughs in his face at his threat. 

“Don’t worry big brother,” Tommy starts, donning a large smile on his face. “My lips are sealed.”  

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Jesse doesn’t say anything after you admit that Joel never bothered to give you the time of day after what happened. He just frowns and actually gives you the moment of silence, letting everything soak in; for you, and him. 

Before he can console you in some type of Jesse fashion, a booming voice cuts between your gossip. 

“Come eat y’all!” Your dad’s voice rings out over the roar of the crowd; calling anyone and everyone back to the patio for food. 

“Let’s go eat.” Jesse hums, standing up and offering you his hand without a second thought. 

You smile a little, accepting his offer and letting him hoist you to your feet once more. You both turn in sync towards the patio for the food your dad calls out for. 

You suddenly realize how hungry you are. If you were in a damn cartoon, you’re sure the smell of food would be carrying you off on a thick fog, straight to the source. 

As you begin to climb the small incline, Jesse leans in close to whisper a final thought about the situation. “From your reaction though…he definitely was good, wasn’t he?” Jesse mumbles under his breath. 

You gasp, preparing to shove Jesse for his statement but he’s already running away, laughing loudly as he goes. He leaves you behind with another flush spreading across your face. But, thankfully, the tension that had taken hold of your shoulders eases, and you remember why he’s your best friend. 

“Asshole!” You shout, laughing as you chase after him. 

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Hours pass by, the feeling of normalcy returning to the air around you. Somewhat, anyway. Joel certainly avoided you after what happened in the water— didn’t need another…incident happening where your father could see and complicate everything just that much more. 

And you did your best to avoid Tommy too, even under his amused, prying gaze across the room. 

On any other day, you’d probably laugh at the sight of Tommy trying his hardest to get Joel to talk to you. Like a mother bird trying to push her children out of the nest to learn to fly and live. But it wasn’t that simple this time. 

After everyone finished eating, you and Jesse helped your dad out before running off to do whatever else was needed. Passing out drinks, ice cream, anything anyone may need before you both ended up, tucked away at a corner table in the patio, playing games. Started off with card games, some puzzles, before you both decided on playing a few board games. 

Your dad had gone off to set up the tent since it was getting late, while you and Jesse stayed behind and shared a couple of drinks and laughs. 

The rest of the evening goes by quickly. Jesse doesn’t ask for any further details about your little run in with Joel, for now. You know that once you leave, he’ll be calling your phone and making you spill before you ever step off the plane. 

After a nice buzz settles in, the moon hanging high up into the night sky, Jesse says goodnight, planning to head to his own tent. 

“Don’t stay up too late now.” Jesse warns sarcastically, smiling as he waves goodbye. 

You roll your eyes before flipping him off as a way of saying your own goodnight, watching as he leaves you in solitary. You clean up any trash left around the table or inside the patio, tossing it in the nearest garbage can. Packing the games up next, shoving them back into your bag before setting it on top of the table for you to grab later. You walk over to one of the openings of the lake shelter, staring out at the moon and the stars hanging above the dark curtain of water.

Deciding that yeah, after the long ass day you’ve just had, you could use some quiet time by the water; especially now that the beach was completely empty. 

You leave behind your belongings and walk to the edge of the lakeside once more, sitting down on a stone ledge somewhere further off to the side, solely so your feet could still touch the water. 

After eating, you had changed out of your swimsuit and into some fresh clothes. So you didn’t plan to go into the water this time, just wanted to let your feet soak for a little while. Without the sun's warmth, the water has turned just a little too chilly for your liking anyway. 

What a day. 

Running into Joel, feeling that energy you both had felt the first time you had met. The hum that draws you to him, like he was a damn magnet. 

You think back on Jesse’s words about Joel and how he clearly still had…some feelings for you. And you almost want to believe it but you’d rather hear it straight from the source. Or experience that feeling of need and want once again. 

“Want some company?” A southern drawl echoes behind you, pulling you from your thoughts of everything that happened today.  

And suddenly your body crawls with a summer’s heat, as if the sun still shines down onto your skin. 

You slightly turn to face the man, glancing over your shoulder in the direction of his voice. And there he stands, the man you couldn’t keep your damn mind off of; Joel. 

He has also changed out of his bathing suit. Now standing in just his simple gray shirt and a pair of jeans. How he always wore jeans in this Texas heat, you don’t know. But you couldn’t imagine him really just wearing shorts either. 

He holds that simple little box you had seen him show up with too. Your gut feeling was right, it must’ve been a gift for you. Maybe it was a parting gift; his last goodbye.

At least he’d look good walking away. 

The moon bathed him in a sweet glow. Making the silver in his hair catch strays of light, glittering in the darkness like he was a star himself. 

You manage to smile at him then. It was just the two of you, and if he finally wanted to talk…you wanted the closure too. So you give him a nod, scooting further along the stone ledge you sit on, making room for him. 

Joel discards the boots he’s wearing, rolling up the bottom half of his jeans too before sitting down next to you. Making sure his jeans don’t get wet but he could also join you in just relaxing in the water. 

Neither of you say anything though. Not for a while anyway. You two just sit there, soaking up the silence and the soft lull of waves while Joel strums his fingers along the top of the box. Debating on whether to give it to you or not.

Joel’s the first to break the built up silence with a clear of his throat. 

“So,” He starts, gruffer than usual. He was trying to steel himself…trying his hardest not to feel too many things. “How are you?” He finally asks. 

Startled by the question, you tear your eyes from the lake to glance at the older man. And you can easily read the nervousness wrinkling his face. It makes you laugh, seeing him fret like it was all too much. Breaking into a fit of giggles as your own anxiety is semi washed away. 

“What?” Joel asks with a worried, confused look. As if he’s second guessing what he said, thinking maybe he said something wrong. 

You laugh just a little bit longer, wiping a few tears from the corners of your eyes, before finally calming down. “Nothing, nothing,” You say, giggling just a little more before sucking in a breath. “It was just…unexpected is all.” 

Joel sighs before giving you a smile, the tension easing out of his shoulders as he relaxes. He managed to chuckle a little with you even. 

“You laugh all pretty like, ya know? Reminds me of wind chimes.” Joel hums, catching your gaze. 

You blush at his compliment. You want to hide your face from his tender gaze but something inside of you keeps your eyes on him; you didn’t want to look away, especially if this was going to be the last time you saw him. 

Joel shifts a little awkwardly as silence threatens to swallow the two of you up again but he didn’t want to allow that to happen. 

“Uh, made you this.” Joel softly says, holding up the box for you to take. 

You eye the box curiously, searching the present and then his face, before you timidly take the item out of your hand. Forcing yourself not to shiver as your fingers brush against his. 

You turn the gift over in your hands, slipping the plain white ribbon off of the container and lifting the lid to examine its contents. 

Inside sits a small wooden bird, barely the size of your palm. You remove it from the nest of newspaper Joel likely shredded to keep it from knocking around inside the box too much, taking a better look at the wooden bird. It was delicate and small. Well made and clearly hand crafted, as if Joel had carved it himself.

“It’s a swallow.” Joel hums, his eyes watching over you. He doesn’t even look at the craft he made, could care less about it. He just wants to look at you. 

“You…made this?” You ask tenderly, eyebrows furrowing as you stare at the craftsmanship. 

Joel nods, his lips a thin smile. He leans forward, rubbing the palm of his hand with his thumb, continuing to stare at you. “Mhm. Had more than a few sleepless nights this past week so I just…made it. Figured you'd like it darlin’.” 

Tears prick up in your eyes, threatening to spill over the second he admits to making the pretty bird for you. You have to force yourself to hold the tears back, nodding just slightly back to him in thanks. You bite down to keep your lip from wobbling as you gently tuck the small swallow back into its nesting box, closing the lid and setting it right beside you. 

After a few seconds of silence, you sigh deeply. The joy of your shared laughter slowly disappears as the tension of anxiety returns. 

“Joel,” You murmur his name, short and sweet, bringing your knees up to your chest. “What are we?” You finally ask. Needing an answer, no matter the outcome. 

Would it hurt if he pushed you away? Oh fuck yeah. It would hurt like hell. And for a long time but you’d eventually get over it. But it wasn’t like you two were together now. There was just…such a strong connection between the two of you, like you had never felt before. Like you were meant to be together. Maybe it was something like love at first sight but no matter; you’d move on, eventually. 

But on the slim chance he made things official…well, you’d be more than happier to give it all a try. No matter if it was “taboo” or not. 

Joel winces at your words. As if he had been trying to avoid the topic for as long as possible. As if he wanted to stay in this little fantasyland with you for just a little longer. 

“Darlin’,” He rasps, reaching out a hand towards you but he stops short on actually touching you. Fingers just hanging into the air, itching to hold you. “You know this is… not a good idea.” 

“I don’t care.” You argue, narrowing your eyes at him. You can feel your brow tilt in irritation. You knew he’d try his hardest to get you to see it “his way” but that didn’t mean you’d just accept it lying down. 

“I know you don’t,” Joel sighs, taking his hand back and wiping it across his face in slight annoyance. He knew this wouldn’t be an easy conversation. “But you should. Whatever this is…I just don’t want to hold you back. No matter how badly I want it sweetheart.”  Joel whispers, soft but firm.

Knowing Joel wants you just as bad as you wanted him— the thought rushes every ounce of blood to your head. You shake your head quickly, turning more of your body to him. “Hold me back, how? From what?” 

“You know how,” Joel says, avoiding your gaze as you stare at him. His resolve would crumble almost immediately if he looked into your eyes right then and there. “I’m older, darlin’. You’re young and pretty. Should be partying and havin’ the time of your damn life. I wouldn’t be able to keep up with ya. Not like that young, tall fella would.” 

You can hear the jealousy dripping in his tone. The sour taste of his words in your own mouth as you repeat them inside your head. 

“Fella? What, who?” You puzzle, racking your brain for names of every man you’ve ever met. One look at his tensed face reveals to you exactly who he means; the man who you had been with the entire day. “Jesse?” You bark out, laughing in disbelief at Joel’s suggestion. 

“Yeah him,” Joel bitterly says, rubbing his thumb a little harder into his palm. “He’d treat you right and I saw the way he talked to you all day long. His energy, jokes, all of it, he’d be better off for ya than I—“

“Joel!” You interrupt in the middle of his ranting, shaking your head at his attempt to set you up with your best friend. “Jesse is already promised. He has a girlfriend he definitely plans on marrying one day. Plus, we’re just friends. And I’ve never seen him more than that.” 

Joel’s jaw clenches as he realizes his jealousy has gotten the better of him. Couldn’t see past his bitterness to think about how maybe the two of you were really just friends. And you think maybe this is it, the moment he finally gives in, but it more or less just takes him further from your grasp. 

“Doesn’t matter. Still too old for ya and you’d be happier with someone younger. You’d forget about me in a month anyway.” Joel dryly chuckles. Lying through his damn teeth. 

And it pisses you off. 

“Ugh!” You groan, pushing yourself up and off the ledge. Sending yourself splashing into the very shallows of the lake water. “Quit treating me like a child who can’t make her own choices! I’m not fuckin’ thirteen!” You shout but only loud enough for just the two of you to hear. 

Joel watches you as you jerk to your feet. His once tense face drops to a more concerned and shocked look. He definitely had not expected this outburst. Figured that you’d both say what needed to be said, then go your separate ways, licking your wounds and moving on. 

“I’m not tryin’—“ Joel starts but you silence him with just a look as you turn to face him fully. 

“I know what you’re doing.” You snap softly, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.  “And I don’t care. Your age doesn’t matter to me. I can make my own choices and my choice is you. I want you, Joel. And I know you want it too.” 

Joel’s breath catches in his throat at your words; at his name. It throws him completely back against a wall. His entire argument quickly crumbles down to nothing but dust. You watch him worry on his lip in a last ditch effort to keep himself from entirely giving in. 

You take one step towards him, returning from your anger to the softness you usually were. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too.” You whisper, fingers trembling, chest quickly beginning to rise and fall, as you take one more step forward. Placing yourself between his parted legs, lifting your hand to press gently against his chest. “That hum beneath your skin. Like we’re meant to be. You can’t deny that.” 

Joel swallows, hard. Hard enough you can see the bob of his Adam’s apple; even as you stand above him now. Your eyes trail along his face, from his eyes to the easing of the wrinkles in his face. The slight twitch of his lips as he tries to find any words to say to get you—

No, himself to change his mind. 

Finally he settles on just three easy words; “Say it again.” He mutters under his breath. His entire body tensing as he sits on edge, waiting in anticipation for you to repeat your confirmation of wanting him. 

You stand firm between his thighs, squaring off your shoulders to give him the visual that you meant business. Your hand skims across his chest, pushing your fingers up and around to the back of his neck. You caress him there gently, thumb brushing along his jaw. 

“I fucking want you, Joel Miller. No one else. Just you.” 

Joel snaps. His resolve shatters the second the words leave your lips. You barely manage to confirm that you in fact, wanted him more than anything, before he rushes up into you. His hands settle heavy on the curve of your ass, pulling your body flush into his as he captures your lips. 

And just like you were really meant to be, you fold into him. Melt into the kiss like it’s the first time, all over again. The grip on his neck brings him just that much closer, pressing his lips into yours even more. 

His tongue presses against your bottom lip and you gasp, shivering at his touch.

God how you missed his taste. 

“Do you know how fuckin’ hard it is,” Joel mumbles against your lips, using his grip on your body to thrust your hips into his own. “To hold back around you? Fuck, can’t think of nothin’ but you.” He admits, slipping his hand just beneath the edge of your shorts. His fingers press into the soft line of your underwear, teasing you as he devours you. 

Your fingers tangle into the curls of his hair lying at the nape of his neck. Panting as he steals your breath away, kissing him with just as much vigor. 

“Fuck baby,” Joel groans, slipping his fingers beneath your underwear, gripping your ass in a tight grip. His tongue presses into yours, rolling in sync with every rut of his hips. “Have no idea what you do to me, do ya? Drive me fuckin’ crazy when you blink those pretty eyes up at me. Want you so bad it hurts.” 

You whine, grinding your body into his, finally breaking for air. He tilts your head to the side with his free hand where his lips don’t stop. Joel scrapes his teeth against the soft of your throat, planting a hot, open mouth kiss against your pulse. 

“Watching you prance around in that damn swimsuit…watching you laugh with another man, shit.” Joel growls, clearly still jealous that you spent the day with Jesse and not him. His hand travels around to the front of your body, fingers pushing fast down into the front of your shorts. His palm lays hot and heavy against your womb, while his fingers slip and circle over your clit. 

“Joel.” You squeak, tugging on his hair to detach him from your neck, and to stop his fingers from advancing further. “We’re still…out in the open.” 

Joel’s eyes flick across every inch of your face, as if he’s giving you the brief moment to change your mind— to flee before things went too far to turn back. But when you don’t move away, Joel nods just a little. He removes his hand from beneath your shorts, trailing his fingers up across the sensitive skin of your stomach before he places his hand on your hip. 

“You sure?” Joel whispers softly, wanting just another small confirmation that this is what you wanted. 

You laugh just a little, moving to grab at his hand on your hip, intertwining your fingers into his and giving him a soft squeeze. 

“More than fucking sure. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” You chuckle a little, bringing his hand up to your lips. You place a kiss to the back of his hand, seeking out the warmth of his skin. 

“Guess I don’t baby.” Joel responds, a smile turning his lips up. His other hand reaches up and pushes some hair back behind your ear, trailing the tips of his fingers down and along your jaw. “I wanna find out though.” 

Joel uses your hand in his to pull you back into him, leaning to capture your lips hastily once again. You share another deep, passionate kiss before Joel breaks it this time. He turns, continuing to hold your hand in a tight and sure grip, like he planned to never let you go again, as he steps up onto the ledge he had been sitting on. 

“C’mon darlin’.” Joel encourages, easily lifting you up and over the lip as well.

Sand under your feet once more, Joel leans down to grab his discarded items and the gift he had made you, before he’s leading you up the hill. He leads you through the patio, where you briefly stop to grab your own items, trying to contain your laughter. Acting like a teenager sneaking off for the first time. 

With your things gathered, Joel continues to lead you to his truck. Entering the small camping/tenting area, where you and Joel silently sneak past the tent he and Tommy had built up earlier. Praying he was dead asleep as Joel opens the back passenger door for you, letting you be the first one to slip into the back of the truck. 

After Joel climbs in after you, he locks the doors. Hoping under the night sky, you two would be less visible to the outside world. If anything, he’d start shoving his clothes into the slightly tinted windows to keep any unwanted attention away. 

As soon as the doors are locked, Joel is grabbing your body and dragging you back to him.  

You smile, biting back a laugh as Joel’s hands return all over your body. He yanks you into his lap, kissing up your neck as your hands settle back onto his shoulders, twirling little bits of his hair. 

“Been wantin’ you so bad.” Joel whispers, nipping at your sensitive skin. His hands run up on the outside of your thighs, shoving the very tips of his fingers up and under the back of your tank-top. He smooths hot hands against your back, flushing your body even closer into his. “I’ve been nothin’ but a fuckin’ ass.” 

Joel leans back just a little to catch your eye, staring up into your face as you sit just a little above him while in his lap. Wanted you to know he was genuine in his feelings. 

“Mm, yeah, kinda.” You agree. A laugh slipping from your lips at the eyeroll you receive from the older man. 

“Let me make it up to ya baby.” Joel states, matter of fact with no room for an argument. He was going to make it up to you, one way or another. His fingers knead gently into your back reassuring that this, that you, were what he wanted. And he didn’t want to lose you. Big brown eyes level up at you. 

You shudder at his words, your grip tightening on his shoulders. “Better keep your word.” You demand. Joel was serious but so were you.  

“Oh I fuckin’ will.” Joel growls, chasing your lips. He kisses you desperately, like he’s never wanted anything so badly before. His tongue presses into yours, one of his hands smoothing around to the front of your body, pushing up against your stomach. He slides his hand up from there, grasping at one of your breasts under your tank-top. 

You moan under his skillful hands. Matching his needy, desperate pace with your own. Kissing him back, you sigh his name, swiping your tongue against his and shivering at the taste. 

His fingers rub and pinch over one of your nipples. He groans from deep within his chest, rolling the nub across the flat of his thumb once more. 

You whine into his mouth, rocking your hips forward into his, begging for attention elsewhere. 

And Joel picks up on it immediately. 

He smiles into your lips. Pressing a few more kisses into you before he pulls away, continuing to keep his hands busy all over your body. 

“Wanna taste that pretty pussy I’ve been dreamin’ about.” Joel groans, slipping his hands out from beneath your shirt and returning them to grope at your ass.  

The confession makes your head spin. 

“You’ve been dreaming about me?” You whisper, lightheaded and heart pounding so hard in your chest you think you might pass out. 

“Fuck,” Joel curses, fingers kneading into your ass once again. He definitely did not mean to admit that but it was too late now. “Every fuckin’ day baby girl. Ever since I got just that little taste of ya…now, I can't get the image of making love to ya outta my damn head. Wakin’ up every mornin’, wishing you were next to me.” 

You whine at his confession, clawing at his shoulders as he lays you onto your back into his leather seats. He splits your thighs easily, filling the space between them with his body. His fingers are working at your shorts, yanking them down to your thighs. You help him just a little bit, shimmying out of your clothes with a lift of your hips. The second they slip off from around your ankles, he tosses them into the floorboard of his truck. Immediately he attaches his lips to your cunt in replace of your shorts. He breathes like lava over your underwear, hot and needy as he threatens to devour you once again. 

He doesn’t even bother taking your underwear off, he just shoves them to the side. Hooking the elastic over his thumb and pulling them as far over as he can. He leans back just a little to get a really good look at you, groaning at the sight. 

“There she is,” Joel softly coos, slipping his other thumb right up against your slowly aching cunt. Wading through the slick beginning to drool because of him. “Fuck, look’atcha. Knew your pussy would be so pretty. You’re always so fuckin’ pretty for me baby.” 

Another whine slips past your lips but you nod frantically to his words. 

You were made for him after all. 

“Wanna hear this pretty pussy callin’ for me, mhm. Wanna hear her purr for me.” Joel chatters, chuckling low and heavy. His tongue replaces his finger, slipping against the folds of your cunt. The groan he releases against your core sends a strike of lightning up your spine. Pleasure crawls over every inch of your body as he begins to quickly lap at your cunt. His tongue drags against your clit, sending another wave of pleasure scorching through your nerves. 

“Mmph fuck Joel!” You cry his name, pushing your fingers through his hair as he begins to eat you out. If you had known that your little day dream of this exact scenario was going to play out tonight, fuck you might’ve asked to meet up with him sooner. 

Joel chuckles, rolling his tongue against your clit once more. “Shh baby,” Joel hums, using two fingers to press between the folds of your cunt. “Can’t be too loud now.” He reminds you and you immediately seal your lips. 

Joel chuckles softly again against your core before he presses a lone finger inside you. Spit and slick alike rolls off his tongue and drips out onto the thick of his finger, using it to open you up and stretch you out for what’s to come. 

You stifle a groan at his thick digit pressing into you. Feeling every inch and bump of his knuckle as he twists his finger as far as he can inside you. He’s slow and deliberate in his movements. Testing out how much you could take briefly before he’s adding a second finger with little warning. 

Then he begins to move faster, pumping his fingers quicker and a little harsher inside of you. Every curl of his fingers mixed with a press of his tongue against your clit, leaves you gasping; like a fish out of water. 

You tremble beneath his touch as a familiar burn begins to throb deep inside your womb. Fuck, you knew he was good with his hands but with just a little bit of teasing, he damn near has you cumming all over his fingers. But god, you didn’t want to cum yet. No, you wanted to share it with him— at the same time. 

“Wait, Joel.” You pant, pressing your thighs tighter against his face while yanking on his hair. “Don’t. Not yet.” You beg, breathless and whiney. 

Joel smirks from his position, curling his fingers inside you while he presses a hot kiss against your clit. “I wanna taste ya darlin’. Wanna taste ya coming all over my tongue.” Joel argues softly in response, pressing his tongue flat against your cunt to prove a point. 

You whine, a shudder wracking your body. Fuck, how could he be so hot all the goddamn time? 

“I know, I know but…” You start, brushing your fingers back through his curls. “Wanna taste you too. Please, Joel. I need it.” Pleading with him before slightly shifting your hips, tenderly rubbing your foot against his thigh; telling him what you wanted without actually saying it. 

Joel connects the dots quickly as to what you want. And now it was his turn to shudder at your words. Normally he’d protest and finish his job before letting you touch him, needed to please you first, but right now— he’s way too fucking horny. He needed all of you, right fucking now. He could worry about pleasing you again in a little bit. 

“Next time.” Joel hums in approval, removing the fingers he had buried deep inside of you but continuing to place kisses everywhere he can reach. His lips skim across your inner thigh one last time before he pulls your underwear back into place, smoothing a few fingers against your panties to thoroughly soak them with his spit and your slick; turns him on knowing how wet you were for him. 

Only him. No one else. 

Joel crawls his way up to you first. His gaze is hungry as he looks at you, one hand sliding up the side of your body until he caresses your jaw in one big hand. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, ya know that sweetheart?” Joel sweetly says, pressing his lips into yours. 

You laugh against his lips, rolling your eyes when the two of you part. Hands pressing into his shoulder as you roll him onto the back seats now, trading places with the older man— straddling his waist. You place one kiss against his lips before trailing down to his jaw, leaving quick pecks across his tanned skin, slipping your fingers under his t-shirt and pushing it up his chest. 

You place a kiss against the middle of his chest. “Take it off. You won’t be needing it anymore.” You tease, smirking against his body as you sink further down. 

Joel shifts to sit up some more, hands grabbing the collar of his t-shirt and giving it a swift yank, stripping himself while you work on the buckle at his jeans. Fingers nimbly work at his button, swiftly undoing the front and sliding his pants down. 

You slide into the floorboard of the backseat, knees settling on top of his now discarded shirt and your shorts. 

Joel helps you, sitting fully up, swinging his legs to either side of your body and shimming out of his jeans. You drop the fabric beside you, placing your hands against his strong thighs and you can’t help it when your mouth waters instantly at the sight before you. 

Joel’s glistening chest from the built up sweat. The salt and pepper body hair dashing along his forearms, chest, legs, and stomach. The softness of his tummy hides the well toned muscle you knew he had and the thought sends lightning straight to your core. 

But what your eyes focus on the most, is that damned happy trail of his leading straight to what you’ve been wanting for so long. The tent under his boxers, standing tall and proud; because of you. 

You bite down on your bottom lip, pressing your hands heavy on the inside of his thighs. “Fuck, Joel…” You whine, smoothing your hands up and across the thickness in his underwear. 

Joel groans at your touch, hips slightly jerking as he seeks more and more from you. Slowly, your hands move across the length of his shaft, jerking him off leisurely; enjoying every breathless hitch and groan from Joel. 

“Don’t tease me too much now, darlin’.” Joel mutters finally, pleading under his breath. His body tenses when your fingers brush across his soaked tip, the sigh of your name leaving his lips. 

You chuckle but do as he asks. Trailing your fingers up to the elastic of his waistband and giving his underwear a tug. 

Seeing him up close and personal this time was…a little nerve wracking. Of course you had seen him last time, when it was just the two of you in his kitchen. But your face wasn’t anywhere near his swollen tip. You had felt it, jerking him off, but now seeing his size and girth…it looked even bigger than last time. 

The angry red of his sensitive tip, the veins that lie underneath; twisting up the curve of his cock like a path leading right to where you want to taste him the most.

You tentatively wrap your fingers around the base of his shaft, giving him a slow, testing stroke. Shivering at the soft groan that Joel utters. 

“Tell me what you were dreaming about. I wanna hear everything.” You whisper, kissing up from his knee towards his aching cock. Stroking him slowly along the curve of his shaft, leaning forward to place a kiss against the flush of his head. “Did you dream about this?” You teasingly ask, pressing another hot kiss against the slit. 

Joel moans your name, his fingers reaching for any hair that may distract you from your task, holding it back and away to help you stay focused. His gaze sticks to you like glue— he wasn’t missing a single second of you tasting him. His pupils are dilated, almost fully blown and taking up every inch of his pretty brown irises. Eyes so full of lust and desire that it makes your cunt throb under his watchful eye. 

“Yeah…I sure as hell did,” Joel rasps. His fingers tenderly tangled into the hair he had gathered up. 

You drag the flat of your tongue against his sensitive head. Licking straight up the slit of his tip, tasting the sweet and salty of his precum. You half smile up at him, gradually stroking your hand from the base to meet your lips pressing into his tip; encouraging him to continue. 

Joel groans, warm and deep from within his chest, his hips shifting slightly to try and reach more of your mouth. “Dreamed of you in that lil pretty dress you wore last time, suckin’ me off just like this. Knelt between my thighs, taking every fuckin’ inch.” Joel grunts, hips jerking again as he replays his dirty little fantasies. 

“Fuck Joel,” You huff, half laughing-half amazed he was actually admitting to what he had been imagining. “Tell me more.” You whisper, lips brushing against his skin with every word you say. You give him just a second before your mouth envelopes him. Slipping the head of his cock between your lips and sinking down as far as you could go before the burn of your jaw set in. 

Which, really wasn’t too much. He was fucking big afterall. 

A string of curses tumble from Joel’s lips and his hand in your hair tightens as you sweep his cock into your mouth. His eyebrows tilt hard as he tries his best to ground himself; to keep him from thrusting the rest of the way in between your lips. 

“Christ! Dreamed of that sweet pussy of yours. Makin’ it fuckin’ mine. Fillin’ ya fuckin’ full.“ Joel rambles, following his words up with a deep, dark moan. 

You shiver again at his words, thighs pressing harder together. If your panties weren’t ruined before, they sure fucking were now. The way your cunt throbbed with every word he spoke, you could feel yourself drooling into your underwear. 

You force yourself further down along his shaft, sucking in every bit of spit and his slick that you could, using it to help you along his stiff cock. 

You moan and it forces Joel’s hips to jerk forward. Watching his eyes flutter as the wetness wraps around every inch he so badly craves. 

Once you’ve finally swallowed him clear down to the base, nose flush against his abdomen, blinking away any tears his big cock has ripped from your eyes, Joel can feel the back of your throat and it drives him crazy. White stars blink across his vision. It was even better than he could have ever imagined. 

“Fuck baby girl,” Joel groans, needy and desperate. His hips stutter, hitting deeper into your throat, curses falling off his tongue. “You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck ya. Jerkin’ off every night since I barely touched you that day. You drive me crazy.” 

You moan around the thick of his shaft, your hand immediately shooting between your thighs. Couldn’t hold back anymore. Pressing your fingers into your own cunt, slipping them across the main wetness of your underwear, pressing heavier against your clit. 

Joel’s hips jerk in shallow, unpredictable thrusts. He fills every inch of your mouth, leaving only room for your tongue and nothing else. 

“Had me fuckin’ my own damn hand, ya know that? An old fuck like me, dreamin’ about that pussy like it’s my first damn time.” Joel chuckles, lifting his hips a little faster. Thrusting every inch harsher into your accepting mouth. 

His words have your fingers moving faster. You slip your hand beneath the elastic of your underwear, pressing harshly into your clit, crying around his shaft. You’re quick to slip two fingers immediately inside your soaked cunt, clenching hard around your own fingers. 

That familiar burn is settling low inside your stomach once again so you keep your fingers moving slowly, no matter how badly you wanted to make yourself hit that high— you wanted Joel to fuck you into it even more. 

Joel can see you riding your own fingers between every lift of his hips and bob of your head; and he laughs at the sight of you touching yourself. 

“S’my baby girl gettin’ too needy, hmm?” He asks in a teasing tone, making sure to accentuate his southern accent as he calls out to you. 

You glance up at him, catching his eye as your head falls to meet every rise of his hips. You only manage to respond with a whine. Blinking up at him, pleading with him for more. 

Joel bites down on his bottom lip, groaning at the sensation wrapping entirely around his shaft. He was getting close too…and he fucking wanted more than just your mouth too. 

“C’mere darlin’.” Joel hums, gently coaxing you up and off his thoroughly soaked cock. 

You follow his lead, detaching your mouth from his body. His thumb tenderly brushes against your puffy and abused lips, having taken an onslaught of his thrusts and wrapped tightly around every vein and inch of his girth so seamlessly. 

“Did such a good job for me baby.” Joel praises, guiding you up from your seated position to him once again. He leads your lips onto his, kissing you a little more gently than before; but not in the slightest less passionate or hot. 

You crawl into his lap again, deepening the kiss, feeling up his bare chest as you straddle his waist. 

His hands dance light across your thighs, pressing heavier into your body once he reaches your ass. He kneads into your ass, rolling your hips forward to grind you into his proud cock. You gasp against his lips, tasting his tongue in yours briefly, before his teeth gently nip at your bottom lip. 

“Sweetheart…” Joel sighs, his fingers flexing across your ass before his warm hands slide beneath your panties, just a little. “Can’t wait any longer.” 

Your breath hitches at his words but you nod quickly in response. You couldn’t wait any longer either. Had your own dreams of finally connecting entirely with him that you damn sure we’re gonna have come true tonight.  

You stand as tall as you can inside his truck, keeping your eyes directly on his own, while your fingers move around the length of the elastic of your panties. 

Joel stops your hands though, rubbing slow circles into your skin briefly before he replaces your hands with his own. 

“Take your shirt off too darlin’.” Joel orders, his big eyes staring up at you from his seated position still. His fingers lightly dance along the hem of your underwear, teasing you for what’s to come. 

Under his watchful eye, your fingers move to the edge of your tank-top, giving the fabric a quick tug and slipping it from your body. You toss the shirt into the ever growing pile of clothes on the floorboard. Can’t help but shiver once again at his piercing gaze.  Skin highly sensitive and burning fucking hot as he looks at you like you’re the only goddamn thing in the entire world to exist. His eyes travel over your exposed chest, lips twitching and jaw clenched as he gets a close up look at what he didn’t get to see last time. Drags his eyes across every curve and inch of your exposed body. 

“This still alright?” Joel asks softly, reassuringly smoothing his fingers into your skin. His gaze once more lifts to look into your eyes. 

“Fuck, it’s more than okay. I need you, Joel.” You respond with a small chuckle, raising your hands to settle around his neck; secure and snug. A small gesture to reassure him this time. 

And it works wonders. 

Joel keeps his gaze locked with your own as he drags your underwear down, inch by inch. His fingernails skim across your thighs as he works you out of your panties. 

Joel tosses your panties to the side the second you step out of them. Allowing his gaze to briefly look at the soaking wet pussy that calls to him. Eyes fluttering as he stares at the dripping mess that he’s created between your thighs. 

Fuck. He should’ve done this sooner.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, baby.” Joel whispers as he drags you back into him. He kisses you again, hungrier than before now that he’s gotten to see all of you. 

You slip back into his lap again, your knees settle into the seats he sits on, kissing him back just as desperately. You grind your pussy flat and deliberately against his cock. Swallowing the groan that slips past Joel’s lips. The tip of his sensitive head easily slips through your drenched seam without an ounce of resistance. Yet you know, no matter, he was going to be a tight fit inside of you. 

You break the kiss this time, panting heavy and hot in sync with Joel’s own rapid breathing. 

“Christ,” Joel gasps, his eyes fluttering, hips rocking forward as he seeks your core once more. Your name tumbles from his lips as you bump your cunt down onto his sensitive head again. “C’mon sweet girl, don’t fuckin’ tease.” Joel warns. He moves one large hand to grip your waist while the other wraps around the base of his weeping cock. He holds himself steady, barely swiping his head through your folds, before lining himself up. 

You swallow hard, fingertips digging into the meat of his shoulders. You angle your hips just right, before lowering yourself down upon him. Your core swallows just the tip of his head and stars dangle across your vision, just like that day in his kitchen. Your thighs tremble but you manage to take more of him, slipping him further inside than just the tip this time. No force on this damned earth would stop you from finally feeling every inch of him. 

“Shit, knew I should’ve dragged you away earlier,” Joel groans as your pussy swallows him a little at a time. His fingers on your hips tighten as you take him. “Should’ve fucked you the second I saw you.” 

Your bottom lip wobbles at his confession. The fleeting feeling of happiness aches in your heart, knowing he has wanted you the entire time too. That you weren’t alone in your feelings for him. 

“Knew your pretty pussy would take me so fuckin’ well.” Joel drawls, hot and dripping with lust. His eyes are locked on where he slowly disappears inside of you.

You whine, high and needy, bracing yourself on his shoulders as you hit the halfway point. You’re unsure how you’ll take all of him when you’re already feeling this fucking full. Every inch, deep inside of you, throbs against your aching walls but fuck if he doesn’t fit so snuggling inside. Leaving no space left for anything else; just him. 

You were already his, long before you met. You were made for him. 

“Joel.” You moan his name, like it was only yours to be said. 

“Shh, I know. Almost there, baby girl. Doin’ so fuckin’ good.” Joel whispers. Encouraging you to keep going and how could you not? You’d do anything he asked of you, especially here at this moment. 

Biting down on your bottom lip, you jerk your body harshly, forcing yourself to take the rest of what you’ve been dreaming about. Swallowing him entirely and he sits so deep inside you swear you can feel him twitching against your womb. 

He bottoms out inside of you and it knocks any air from your lungs. Your chest tightens with just how deep he sits inside, unmoving. 

“S’tight. So tight for me baby.” Joel growls, eyes fluttering at the pressure wrapping around him. His hands tightly grip onto your waist. He sinks a little further down into the seat, angling his hips and planting his feet firm against the floorboards. He doesn’t wait for you to fully adjust before he begins to move. He lifts you up slightly before pressing his hips forward to meet between the gaps. 

A cry slips past your lips before you can swallow it back. Mindlessly rolling your hips to meet his erratic thrusts. Grinding your cunt back onto the thick of his shaft. And it’s all so overwhelming your mouth hangs open. A string of curses, pathetic whines, and Joel’s name slips continuously from your lips. You can’t think of a single thought outside of him and how good it feels to finally have him. 

“Pretty girl,” Joel moans, his pace picking up, grip tight enough to leave bruises on your hips. “Feel so good. Feel so fuckin’ perfect. Made for me.” Joel speaks your thoughts into existence and all you can do is helplessly nod to what he confirms. 

He picks up the pace once again, rocking into you while you roll right back into him. One of your hands flies to press into the back window to keep your head from knocking into it. The glass is fogged and slick beneath your fingers, from the two of you breathing so heavily and the humidity of your bodies connecting together. Praying that no one could see your exposed upper half through the window. Hoping that the cover of night tucked the two of you away as you had sex. 

You wanted to savor this moment with just him. 

The lewd noises that Joel manages to draw from every inch of your cunt normally would leave you embarrassed. The sloppy wet of your seam as he pounds into it— now it makes you proud. Knowing you had him damn near drooling over you and you alone. Driving him crazy, just as much as he does you. 

You chuckle a little, running your hand along his jaw and tilting his eyes up to look into yours. Forcing him to focus on you and nothing else.

“Can ya feel whatcha do to me Joel?” You half sob, smiling as much as you can through the pleasure melting your entire body. You feel his hips stutter at your words and the sudden eye contact but he never slows in his pace. You clench around him, savouring the way Joel’s face twists in pleasure, thrusting yourself down onto him. “Feel how deep you sit inside me?” You hum, brushing your thumb across his bottom lip this time. 

“I feel it,” Joel sucks in a sharp breath, pressing his lips a little firmer into the pad of your finger. “Feel how fuckin’ good you take every inch of me baby.”  He groans heavily, trailing his fingers from your waist to the front of your body. His thumb brushes against your clit. Rubbing tight and taut circles against the sensitive nub to pull you closer to the edge. 

You whimper at the new stimulation, hand falling down to grip the backseat behind him— as that familiar burn etches itself inside your womb. Twisting a hot knife, begging for you to spill over the edge. You lean down, kissing him desperately as the cusp of your orgasm roars closer and closer. 

“Can I?” Joel rasps breathlessly. His thumb pressing harsher against your clit. His hips lift in shallow, erratic thrusts as his own high begins to crawl over him. 

You nod frantically. Brushing your lips against his. “Please.” You beg, clenching again around his cock. “Make me yours Joel.” 

Joel curses under his breath. Chasing after your lips to kiss you. Relentlessly his hips snap upwards, digging deeper into you while his thumb brushes faster against your clit. 

“I’m coming. Coming, fuck, Joel!” You weep against his lips but he swallows any and all excess noise; as your orgasm hits you like a train. All the air in your lungs is knocked out with the overstimulating high that strikes through you. Your hips jerk wildly, uncoordinated, as you ride your orgasm out along his shaft. You don’t have to see the mess you’ve made across his lap. Can feel your pussy drooling, dripping and gushing with every deep thrust he continues to press into you. 

“Fuck baby!” Joel hisses against your lips. He heaves a hefty groan as he keeps going to reach his own end. “Feel that good? Makin’ a mess all over me, fuck. You’re so beautiful. So fuckin’ perfect.” He babbles. 

You shyly whimper, nodding your head in response, unable to find words to speak as the pleasure burns so hot under your skin. 

“Gonna fill your pretty little pussy full now.” He promises, mumbling against your lips like a prayer he only wants you to hear.

And he does as he promises. He buries himself deep inside you, pressing harshly against what you swear is your womb, hitting his own orgasm that sends ripples of lava through his body. 

“You’re mine, ya hear? Mine, baby girl. All fuckin’ mine.” He mutters quickly at the first wave of his climax. The second roll of his hips, Joel seals his lips tightly against yours. Silencing his own erratic groans and grunts as he cums. 

He fucks every drop inside of you. Fills every inch of your trembling cunt with his mark. And he doesn’t stop moving until he’s finally spent. 

After he stops moving, your body finally gives in. You lay limp against his chest, head cradled against his shoulder. Your hearts connected, pounding in sync, both of you trying to catch your breath after finishing. 

Joel detaches his hands from around your waist, skimming his large, warm hands slowly up and across your bare back. He soothingly rubs your back, kissing the crown of your head. 

“Let me see ya baby girl.” Joel hums finally, after both of you have somewhat settled down. That hum, still tingling beneath your skin. 

You groan but push up off his chest. Scooting back onto his knees and leaning back, slipping his softening cock out of your cunt. Can’t help but whine at the emptiness and lack of being filled as Joel leaves you. 

You lean back just enough to give him a nice view of what he’s turned your pussy into; a glistening, ruined, overstuffed mess. 

“Fuck…” Joel groans at seeing his mark dribble out of you. His cock twitching to life once more as his thumb brushes against the curve of your dirtied cunt. 

In one swift motion, Joel has you pinned down onto your back, hovering above you with his cock yearning for you once more. 

You blink up at him, confused as to what he had planned while you and your back lie against the back seat of his truck. Your hips were already sore, you didn’t know how much more you could take. 

But that little dark glint to his warm gaze told you…you definitely were taking a little more. 

“I did promise that next time,” Joel hums sweetly and softly, smirking up above you. “You ain’t gonna be able to walk.” 

You bark out a laugh at the call back, biting down on your bottom lip as a smile splits across your mouth. You reach up, tenderly holding onto the back of his neck while you lock your legs around his waist, dragging him closer down to you.

“Well, come on old man.” You tease. “I’m yours anyway.” 

Joel smirks right back down at you. Accepting the challenge with a hot and heavy kiss. You both were definitely in for a long night. 

But he was yours; and you were his.

@ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐙𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐑𝐀 | 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖/𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

@lowrisemiller | @chateaujoon

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lazy Saturday mornings | Chip Taylor

Pairing: Chip Taylor x fem!Reader Category: smut 18+ MDNI Summary: just another lazy Saturday morning with your boyfriend. Content: mentions of choking, and sex while high, sleepy sex, somnophilia, unprotected p in v, use of baby and pretty girl, overstimulation, creampies, size kink, whiny Chip, hints of soft dom, reader is held down (gently!) Word count: 1.6k A/N: This was a request that Tumblr ate!!!! grrrr, but I remember anon specifically asked for a domestic, smutty size kink fic with boyfriend Chip Taylor so here it is! I love this man sm, I love writing about him living a life with the gf he deservesss. (I’m working on more requests for him so Chip truthers are gonna be fed <3)

Chip Taylor is far from your first boyfriend but dating him has opened an entire world of firsts for you. Firsts you never even considered before. First time getting high and then having sex. First time choking your partner. First time cockwarming a man. Of course, the firsts turned into seconds, and then thirds, fourths, until you’ve lost count. 

You’re convinced it doesn’t matter. You’ll be spending the rest of your life with him anyway. There’s no point in keeping score. 

He likes to make breakfast with you. Not for you, but with you. That had been another first too; your previous relationships expected you to cook for them, or they’d make breakfast for themselves without bothering to make some for you. But not Chip. Even though you’re both hopeless in the kitchen and the combination of your skills are only a step up from making breakfast individually. Maybe a half step—the food is less burnt but somehow always so much weirder in taste. 

You suspect he adds other spices when you’re not looking, and it clashes with the original flavor. Neither of you complain. He scarfs everything down like it’s gourmet and then promises to buy take out when he returns from work. It’s sweet. He’s sweet. You’d keep him tucked in your pocket forever if you could.

Saturday mornings are the best. It’s miraculously both of your days off, so both of you are allowed to dilly dally, to sleep in until noon, and be together the whole day. 

You had figured out another first when you’d slept over at his apartment too; it had been a couple of weeks into dating and you’d woken up to him pressing up into your ass, hard as a rock.

“Sorry,” his mouth on your neck, and his breath had been hot—it made sweat gather across your skin so much faster. Strands of hair cling onto the surface. You hadn’t been sure if it was your own hair or his curls, too distracted by the sound of his voice. Desperation had drowned out his sheepish apology. “Sorry, it just—you’re so—” 

“‘S okay,” you ground your ass against his a little harder before he could move away, “It’s okay, keep going.”

You’d never had sex first thing in the morning before him, but that morning awakened a craving inside you that you weren’t even aware was dormant. Something about the slow drag of his cock, deep and unhurried, driving into you from behind, had you twisting in his arms. 

He’d tightened his hold on you then, pulled you closer, mouth whining pathetically against your neck. 

“So good,” his teeth dragged over your skin as he praised you, over and over again, in a voice so slurred and heavy you almost worried he was drunk, “Feels so good, baby, taking me so well.”

Neither of you left the bed that morning. It was the first time you experienced morning sex, but it certainly wasn't the last. Not with Chip. 

With warm cheeks, you had told him he could fuck you while you're asleep, and given him permission to wake you up by thrusting his massive cock inside your tight heat. He looked like he'd been given the keys to the pearly gates of heaven, eyes wondrous and lustful. 

You can still remember the first time he made good on that agreement. Surprisingly, it had been the smell of him that woke you, not the feeling of his cock stretching you open. He'd come home from work, smelling of sweat and earth and engine grease after an extra-long shift at the auto repair shop—a job he'd found shortly after he moved into your city. It's a strong scent, musky and not entirely pleasant, but God is it hot. A reminder that his body is powerful, that he uses it everyday at work, but comes home yearning for you. 

You had groaned as you woke up, clenching your walls around his cock and gasping as every ridge and vein rippled against you. Strong hands gripped your hips, and, knowing you're awake now, began pulling you roughly into him with every thrust. 

You knew then that this would be a recurring activity.

That’s how you’re waking up today. Calloused hands on the fleshy part of your thighs, pulling you back to impale you on his large cock, over and over again. You whine, fists tightly gripping handfuls of fabric—the bedsheets or the covers, you don’t even know anymore. Whatever thing to keep you grounded as he fucks you into the bed.

“Morning baby,” he whispers into your ear as you shift. He pauses, letting you find a more comfortable position, “How’d you sleep?”

“Mhm.” you burrow your face into the pillows sleepily and push your ass back into him.

He understands the hint quickly. With a laugh, he resumes his thrusts, going at a pace that has you inching off the bed from the impact. 

“Oh god!” You tighten your fists on the sheets to stay steady.

“Too much?” he’s slowing down instantly, but you rock back against him in response.

“No, baby, harder.” You know this is going to have you walking weird all day—no, all weekend. Chip is not a small man by any means, and he’s already filling you so deeply. But you can’t help but want more, want everything. 

You feel his breath fan over your back; a sigh of relief. He continues to move, his hips slamming into your thighs. Going all the way to the hilt, burying himself inside your tight heat, “Fuck, baby, you’re taking me so well.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, honey. So fucking good, you feel that? I’m so deep inside you.” he drapes himself over you, body caging you in, pressing you into the pillow. One hand comes and presses over your lower belly, where the skin is distending with each of his thrusts.

You clench around him with a moan. You don’t know when his arms started feeling like home, only that now you can’t get enough of being engulfed in them. “God, Chip, yes!”

“Feels good?”

“Yes, yes, oh fu—” you bite into the pillow as he shifts, the new angle hitting a spot that forces you to wake up. This isn’t sleepy morning sex anymore; he’s fucking you, plain and simple.

“Can’t get enough of you baby,” he whines, his own face hidden in the crook between your neck and your shoulder. He inhales deeply, relishing in the sweetness of your perfume from the night before, “God, you’re so good, you’re so good—”

“Chip! Fuck, ‘m gonna—”

“That’s it, I got you.” he coos into your hair, one am coming to wrap around your waist. He pulls out slowly, then slams back in, repeatedly as he murmurs sweet nothings, “Come for me, baby, there you go, come all over my cock.”

You shudder in his arms, the pleasure washing over your sleepy body in waves. “Oh god!” 

He swallows your moans with his lips, kissing and fucking you through your orgasm with quick snaps of his hips. He’s chasing his own, and you’re molten in his arms, clenching around his cock mindlessly. He chuckles, nipping your lower lip, “One more, baby.”

It’s not a request. You try to catch your breath, mouth slack and chest heaving, unable to reply.

“Yeah? Can you give me one more, pretty girl?”

You manage to nod, a loud, needy whine leaving your lips as his rough fingers find your clit. He circles the bud carefully, going in directions he’s learned and memorized from weeks of dedicated practice. The combination of his fingers, his cock, and your oversensitive folds has you writhing again, legs kicking out under the tangled sheets. 

He hooks his own leg over both of yours, muscles clenching as he coaxes your limbs to a stop, “That’s it pretty girl, you can take it. Just give me one more, baby.”

Not that you’re keeping score, but Chip is also the first man to ever make you cum more than once. A fact that you’d admitted to him after the first time it happened, a fact that the bastard likes to take advantage of. Case in point, right now. He’s so completely attuned to your body, knows just how much pressure you need to cave until you’re reeling, hurtling headfirst into the sweetest oblivion.

“Yes! Chip, ah—”

“There you go.” he keeps moving, chasing his own release as your walls flutter and tighten around him, “OH god, baby, look at you, so ruined first thing in the morning.” he groans, thrusting once, twice, until the unmistakable feeling of his release fills you.

Catching your breath is almost impossible when he’s still on top of you, and his weight crushing your ribs oh so gently. He’s laying kisses across your skin, languid and tender, once again murmuring praises. “Love you so much, my sweet girl.”

You hum in response, still caught in the midst of pleasure and your dreams, arms looping around his torso. The silence that settles between you is humming with a sense of giddy contentment.

“What do you want for breakfast? We can make bacon and scrambled eggs. I won’t pour salt into it anymore, I promise.” he asks after a few minutes, hips still pressed against yours. He’s inside, still hard, and you can’t help but giggle.

“I don’t think I can even walk let alone cook, Chip.”

He laughs, “Did I wear you out?”

“You always do,” you pull him closer, kissing him with a sweetness that makes something in his chest ache, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Me too… let’s just order breakfast then?” “Make it brunch. I have a feeling you have another round in you.” you clench around his still erect cock suggestively, and laugh as his amber eyes turn almost black.

“Oh, your feeling is right, baby.”

[st7rnioioss]

MY AU'S AND THEIR KINKS

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... my alternative universes!

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... i list the kinks my !readers have :3

warnings... kinks + sexual content listed underneath! listing of different kinks.

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ inexperienced!reader x bsf!chris

— corruption: chris can’t help but love seeing the girl he’s known all his life, the girl who was always too shy to talk to boys, fall apart as he fucks her. hell, even your first and only kiss was chris, a dare someone gave you in seventh grade. chris is so, so gentle with you every single time he has his hands on you—but the darker thoughts of how he’s gonna break you in, and drive you to ecstasy soon take over, making it the goal to see your innocent face scrunch up in pleasure. and he loves it, every. single. time. whether he’s trying something new with you, or he’s sticking to the soft, and sweet sex he basically introduced you to, chris loves to see the way you react, and knowing he’s the only guy in the world who’s gotten to see this—he was basically shaping and forming you into wanting and craving him and his touch, wanting him to do a lot more to you as you were exposed to this new side of him.

— mating press: no one really knew just how much chris was gonna love having your knees pressed to your chest, weakly gazing up at him with glossy eyes as you could do nothing but take his dick. he was snuggled so, so deep inside of you, that you were sure a bulge could be visible if your legs weren’t in the way, his hands on the back of your thighs having a bruising grip, making sure to basically fold you in half. “fuuuuccck, you squeeze me so well.. this is fuckin’ great,” he stuttered on a groan, your lower half elevated enough off the mattress that he could see just how easily his fat cock slid through your wet and warm walls, each trust making the cock of his head prod at your mushy spot, and soon enough he’d have you whimpering and squealing, begging for more.

— guided masturbation: it might sound messed up, but chris loved how fucking helpless you looked when trying to finger yourself without his help. you didn’t have a single clue what you were doing, solely going off the memory you have of chris doing the same to you—but it didn’t work. “chris! please, doesn’t feel like you!” you’d whine pathetically, pleading him to take over the job. “come on, angel.. jus’ keep going like that for me, i’ll help. can you add another finger f’me?” and you did, obeying completely to his words, until you were creaming around your own fingers, all with the guidance from chris. but oh, you thought you were done now? no, not at all. chris always has other plans, and it’d only be fair if it was his turn now. right?

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ bunny!reader x shy!matt

— auralism: nothing gets the two of you going more than listening to the other person's moans or whimpers. you’re all over each other with matt gently rubbing his cock along your inner walls, kissing your cervix with every push. he’s a moaning mess, which only works as a domino effect—soon enough, you’re both whimpering and whining, breathless moans being pulled from your lips with every thrust of his dick or bounce of your hips. “oh- oh my gosh, bunny..” matt is whining, gripping tightly onto you while you’re swirling your hips. “sound- sound so pretty, please keep going,” and all you can do is as he says, the sound of his pleasure making your pussy clench while awkwardly caressing his chest with your palms.

— praise: bunny’s little head is turning to mush the second matt is running his hands down your body, whisper sweet praise about your sweet face, how beautiful your body is, complimenting your personality, how well you treat him—you’re the sweetest thing to walk the earth in his eyes, and he has to let you know. but the thing matt still is oblivious to, is how it messes with your head a little too much, and you’re accidentally finishing way too fast, because in matt’s eyes? he’s just complimenting his gorgeous girlfriend in the way she deserves.

— vanilla sex: soft sex might sound boring, but for the two of you? it’s the best thing in the world. matt is gently peeling the clothes off your body, nearly worshipping the sight of your halfway naked body—when it comes to your underwear, his ears are as red as his cheeks, carefully helping you take it off. matt loves taking his time with you, whispering sweet words about how pretty you are, his hands all over your warm, and electric body, kissing every inch of skin he has access to. “you’re so.. so sweet. wanna stay here with you all day,” he’d whisper, lacing his fingers through yours to hold your hands—and shit, he hasn’t even started fucking you yet, too busy kissing you, holding you. and when he does, that lingering sweetness never once comes to a stop, fucking you slowly and gently.

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ bratty!reader x tutor!matt

— orgasm control: you’ve earned the nickname ‘brat’ for a reason. you’re either overstimulating or edging him to the point he’s sure every thought and the knowing of his own existence has been thrown out the window. by the time you’re finally done.. or so he thought, with jerking him off, you’ve got his slick cum down your first, some of it coating your chest, and chin. “such a good boy, you’re doing so well,” you’d mumble before leaving kisses to his angry, red tip, giving his halfway-hard cock another tug. and just as he’s exhaling in relief, his ears perk up. “oh? you thought i was done with you?”

— sub/dom dynamics: just as much as matt enjoys you staying on top and edging the daylight out of him, he enjoys seeing you dumb on his cock. and since you can both take the title of being a bottom, it sometimes sparks a little competition between the two of you. “yeah? y’really think that i’d let you top me, matt? such a good puppy for me, don’t worry..” you barely get to finish that sentence before matt manages to tilt you over, having his way with you under him. “what? sorry, didn’t hear ya.. yeah, that’s right, keep your pretty lips open f’me..” he’s not stopping until you’ve got droll down your chin, every coherent thought fucked out of your brain—and honestly, you deserve it because if that attitude you like to keep up.

— voyeurism: nothing gets matt off faster than watching you force your fingers into your drooling hole—you’re whining and squirming, having him right in front of you both making you nervous, and setting an even faster pace on your cunt. he loves it in a way he can’t explain, but what he loves even more is doing it in front of you. matt is way too shy to say or do anything when he’s watching you, but now? he’s twisting and turning his wrist in every possible imaginable way, listening to your hypnotizing praise, itching for you to reach out and help him. “doing so good, matty.. just keep going for me, please..” your whispers are enough to send him into a spiral, and soon enough his cum is painted all over his stomach.

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ girly!reader x skater!chris

— pussy eating: chris could quite literally say between your thighs all day if you allowed him to. he is not stopping until you have burns from his stubble on your thighs, a tale to tell about just how long he’d been down there. he’s messy with it too—your arousal is mixed with his saliva, from both literally making out with your cunt, and how hes directly spitting onto it. your sweet and sore pussy is glistening under the dim light, and gosh he’s so obsessed with seeing your spent, and fluttering walls clench around nothing, desperately tugging on his hair to make him stop.. but do you really want him to?

— marathon sex: speaking of not wanting chris to stop, you two can go at it all night if you have the energy. one time you even got a noise complaint from the people living in the next-door dorm, but that didn’t stop you two.. well, you tried, but it didn’t stop chris. most nights you have no idea what time it is or how many orgasms you’re at—and neither does chris. you’re both going at it, and no matter how many tears your shedding, the two of you keep going until one taps out.

— dacryphilia: just as much as chris loves to see his perfect girl laugh at his dumb and unfunny jokes, he’s pushing you to your absolute max, purposely wanting to see your beautiful eyes twinkle with warm tears. whether he has to force his cock a little harsher down your throat than originally intended, or he’s guiding you through yet another orgasm on his cock, he can’t help but get off from the sight of your tear-stained cheeks. “chris- i can’t take it, i can’t-“ you sobbed, the teardrops finally falling from your waterline, chris’s cock twitching at the sight. “yes you can.. promise we’re done soon, you jus’- just look so pretty crying like that.. god-“ and chris is cumming way faster, the hot spurts filling you to the brim.

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ assistant!reader x ceo!chris

— daddy kink: ohh, you two. chris was a little taken back when he had his pretty assistant bent over his desk, moaning his name when the word ‘daddy’ slipped from your lips. shit, it messed with his head, but when sense of possessiveness took over instead, he only thrusted even harder into you, grabbing a fistful of your hair. he couldn’t believe the cute, sweet executive assistant he’d only met a couple of months ago could be so filthy. “yeah? wanna say that again? tell me, who does this pussy belong to?” you were a goddamn mess, blabbering everything but his actual name. “you!- you, daddy- s’all yours,” and to that, he could only proudly smirk. “mhmm, that’s right.”

— public sex: this can’t surprise anyone. whether it’s after hours, or during work, you’re always risking it. but you both love it—the thrill, the fact you know in the back of your head that anyone could walk in whenever it was. “chris!” you’re crying out his name as he pounds into you, before his hand clamps over your mouth, his pace slowing while you squirm and whine for more. “uh-uh.. we wouldn’t want your colleagues hearing. shh, y’gotta- fuck, gotta stay quiet,” but he knew you couldn’t, and it took everything in the both of you not to be so loud you raised any questions about why the hell chris’s table kept on squeaking and scratching over the floor. but yet, neither of you cared enough to stop, the thrill adding an excitement to your secret little hookups.

— cockwarming: one of the main reasons you always preferred to do most tasks in chris’s office was that you got to sit in his lap with his cock nestled deep inside of you. neither of you minded, and no one really batted an eye. chris just.. had a lot of meetings. “don’t- don’t move, chris. stop,” you murmured under your breath, a needy whine slipping when he squirmed under you. “s’a bit hard when you’re gripping my cock like that..” chris could feel your drooling pussy pulse around him, his voice low and husky as he held back from pushing you forward to plunge into you.

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ farmers daughter!reader x cowboy!matt

— breeding: matt could just about envision the little kiddos he’d have running around the farmhouse, how he wishes to create a little family with you that he gets to love and care for. and the thought of getting to plant his cum deep inside of you until you were pregnant with his baby was more than enough for him to want to fulfill that dream. “wanna make you a mommy so bad.. our kids are gonna be nothin’ but perfect..” he knew you’d be glowing, because you already were most of the time—but in this instance you’d be round, filled with his semen. all you could do was squirm and whine about how badly you wanted him to get you fat and pregnant, “plea—ah! wan’ you to fill me up so bad..” you hated to say it, but the thought of being a stay-at-home mom with a kid on your hip was quite appealing to you…

— size: all the hard work matt has done at your dads farm surely has paid off—he is huge, both his arms, shoulders, chest, not to talk about his cock. he always managed to have you in positions you didn’t know were close to possible, his broad dick basically bullying your pussy with every harsh thrust he forces. “god, you look so pretty… so fuckin’ tiny too, huh? bet you feel my cock all the way up your stomach, don’t you princess?” he’s smirking down at your face, etched with disorientation and pleasure. worst part is that he’s right—you feel him all up in your gut, stretching out what feels like your whole body with how he’s engulfing you. and he does it every single time, not that either of you have a resolution—because you love it.

— dumbification: on the subject of the sheer size of matt’s body, we can avoid talking about how dumb he has you when fucking you into your squeaky mattress. not a logical word is uttered, your sentences knotting and slurring up into a mess, the drool seeping past your lips, not helping with the situation. matt loves it, how little he has to do to you before you’re a blubbering mess, awkwardly having your hands tug on his hair, or flail randomly along your sides. “s’it that good? you like being stretched into oblivion, huh? yeaaahhh, that’s okay, angel.. y’deserve it and nothing less,” he’s mumbling the words into the skin of your chest, not caring about the headboard bumping against the wall.

˚𝜗𝜚 notes... i'd like to say that i have nooo clue if anyone else has done this, i simply thought it was fun because i stumbled across a post listing different kinks... i was inspired. anyway, let me know!!!

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[siriuslylantsov]

canine tendencies

pairing: sirius black x reader

description: in which, you put charms in sirius' hair and confront certain traits of his.

tags: fluff! fem!reader, mmm pining, cuddling, totally platonic activities going on here, r is muggle-born hence the vet and dog anatomy knowledge, sirius is a puppy agenda, pretty women from the 70s mentioned (dont pay much attention to it), flirting.

a/n: staying true to my username with more sirius black. wanna play with his hair for days tbh. happy reading!

wc: 1.7k

“you don't know when to give up, do you?”

you raise your chin indignantly, “i'm stubborn.”

sirius fixes you with a withering glare, it doesn't pack much of a punch but you can tell he's stalling. he finally relents with a long sigh, ever the dramatic. you squeal, walking over to his bed with a little pouch that jingled as you moved. you nudge at his shoulders to lean against the headboard and set yourself down beside him. he grumbles, muttering something along the lines of waste of time and how your neck is gonna hurt. you bite back a smile at his cause for concern: you. 

“complain all you want, but you know this is gonna look good,” you muse, with an air of smugness. “you’ll be singing my praises.”

he lets his head hang to the side, looking at you, up those pretty eyelashes of his. his eyes are indifferent, yet they crinkle at the corners, trying to not prove you right. pools of grey and blue, you could drown in them. 

your elbow is wedged between a pillow and the headboard, propping you up, knees curled, poking into his thigh. his legs are sprawled out in an obnoxious man spread, effectively making you move closer so you don't fall off the bed–that's small enough regardless of the space he's taking up. 

he's avoided you all day since you proposed the idea at breakfast: putting charms in his hair. what's strange is that you’ve done his hair plenty of times before sans protest. you ponder it quietly, simultaneously willing him to concede with squinted eyes, as he deadpans you.

if he could, he would've told you that he’s afraid to be alone with you. not that he hasn't been before, he has and he's been this close to you too (he constantly is). but something is different now, something about your hands in his hair that he can’t deal with. especially recently, you've taken to scratching behind his ear and it drives him a little crazy. he won't stop you though, on account of it feeling so good. usually, you're around the others so he can shift his focus elsewhere rather than think about how softly your fingers pad over his scalp, but now you’re alone and he's cursing lily for dragging his friends to some stupid baking endeavour that he stealthily got out of. 

you watch as annoyance passes over his features (directed to lily but you don't know that) and it instantly worries you. maybe he was serious about not wanting this, were you pushing him?

“sirius, if you really don't want me to do this,” you start, a nervous edge to your fast rush of words, “please tell me. i don't want to force you into doing anything-”

“hey,” he stops you with a hand over your arm and a small reassuring smile. “i'm sorry, i do. i just think you’re hot when you're irritated.”

“you must think i'm farah fawcett all the time then,” you mutter, rooting around in your pouch for the gold cuffs you thought would suit him. “and i'm not irritated, i have a surprising amount of patience for you,” you correct, inspecting the cuffs in your palm.

sirius sits up a bit to peer at them, chewing his lip in thought. “mmm not her. barbara carrera maybe,” he adds, looking back at you, his resistance fading away.

your eyebrows shoot up slightly, in mild shock. “she's pretty,” you remark to his comparison and the seemingly honest delivery.

“yeah,” he says, incredibly earnest, “so are you.”

curious and curiouser. “you think flirting with me is gonna get you out of this?”

“i don't know, is it working?”

“nope,” you say curtly, bring your hand back up to his face, this time with a few charms as well. “pick.”

he does, and sets them in your other hand held out. you begin parting his hair for the braids, you settle for placing them under the top of his hair, since his layers are short they'll peek through nicely. you tie a sloppy half bun to the unused portion of his hair so it's out of the way and section out a piece to braid. 

sirius dutifully holds the gold adornments in his hand as you work, suddenly quiet. he always gets like this, you've noticed. all quip remarks are silenced when your hands are in his hair. you make note to tease him about it later but for now you're content to stay quiet. 

he's humming something quietly, a tune you're unfamiliar with, it's ok he’ll tell you later. it fills the silence nicely. you pick the first charm, looping it into a strand of hair and continuing the braid to secure it. his hair is unbelievably soft, it's probably why you like touching it so much. you both know it gets greasier faster because of your constant contact but sirius makes no move to stop you, ever, simply muttering a spell to revive it. 

it goes on like this for about ten minutes, mostly because the charms were a bit more difficult to work with than you thought and also because you were extremely wary of trying not to tangle his hair. he stares at you diligently out of his periphery and you try not to meet his gaze. 

when you're done you lift the handheld mirror to his face. fuck, he looks beautiful. you have to look away, allowing him to assess everything on his own. 

he shoots you a blinding grin, looking exceedingly pleased with how it turned out, “thanks, dove!”

“you’re welcome,” you respond. “it looks good, right?”

he nods, looking into the mirror again. “really good. you did an amazing job.”

your heart flutters at the praise but you don't let it show, accepting his words with a smug smile. it doesn't last long though as he jumps you with a hug, winding you. arms wrapped around your middle, his head rests on your chest, just below your chin, squeezing you in appreciation. you wrap your arms around him in tandem and lean back against the headboard and the pillows, practically pulling half of him on top of you.

it's rough and tumble for a moment before he settles with a low hum, arms still circled around your torso. he knows they’ll go numb the longer he stays like this but he doesn't care. 

you trail one hand into his hair instinctively, like it's second nature. your nails lightly graze over that spot behind his ear and he’s done for. when you begin scratching, he melts, like truly melts against your body, letting out a long, pleased sigh. he makes note to kick himself later for acting like this. beneath his cheek, he feels you shake. are you laughing?

he lifts his head, a little incredulous. “what?”

you chuckle, seeing how he blinks away the blissful air to his expression. “nothing, it’s just-”

he looks at you expectantly as you contemplate your words.

you let out an amused snort before speaking again, “i don't know if it's, like, a subconscious response to your animagus form but dogs really like being scratched behind their ears.”

he gapes at you, affronted. “are you calling me a dog?”

“you are, padfoot.”

he whines petulantly before dropping back to your chest. he noses at your sternum, his own wordless way of getting you to continue. so you do. 

“dogs have a very concentrated area of nerve endings here,” you explain quietly, scratching his scalp again, just behind his ear. “when stimulated, it causes the brain to release endorphins, making them feel relaxed.”

he hums in thought though it sounds more pleased and it scarcely proves your point. 

“how’d you know that?” he asks, voice muffled by your shirt.

“my friend had to take her cat to the vet and i read one of those pet magazines to pass the time,” you murmur, your voice still quiet as you begin to feel sirius growing heavier over you.

“y’so smart,” he slurs, words trailing off in the beginning of sleep.

“don't fall asleep,” you whisper, though you make no effort to wake him up.

he mumbles something incoherent, nuzzling further into your neck but giving you a little grace by shuffling off of your body. one leg is still tangled with yours and his arms are still tightly wrapped around you but at least he's not crushing you. 

“tell me more,” he requests, words trailing up at the end in question.

you think for a moment, reaching to the depths of your brain to retrieve the dog facts you read about that day, perking up when you do.

“hmmm dogs have incredibly sensitive noses. they have up to, like, 300 million scent receptors, where humans have about 5 million and the part of their brain that processes smells is 40 times larger than ours,” you mumble, tapping a light finger to the tip of his nose. 

“cool,” he exclaims, though it's anything but. his eyes slowly flutter shut as you coil a piece of his hair, sealing your fate for the rest of the evening. that is until, much to sirius’ dismay, his roommates come bursting in.

flour scattered over their clothes and hair alike, they’re boisterous as they enter, chatting something along the lines of baking is actually kinda fun. he groans against your body, sleep stretching far and wide from his grasp. you stifle a laugh as he glares at them annoyedly. they pay no attention to the boy, instead making plans on playing quidditch. to this, he brightens. jumping from the bed at a speed you can't quite justify, not being overly fond of the sport yourself. you were more inclined to flying for fun, rather than competition. 

he glances back at you, tentatively, asking for your permission almost. you shrug indifferently, you were going to make your way down to the field anyway. he grins and leans down, pressing a quick firm kiss to your cheek before rushing after the dwindling voices down the stairs, his own broom in tow. 

you bite your lip to push down the giggle that bubbles up in your throat, maybe there are some innate canine tendencies.

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[loucifersbitch]

Bucktommy. 91 and 97. If it's okay can I be a little more specific and ask for it to be post-breakup and bottom Buck. Please and thank you!

91. “you bought a vibrator?” 97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

This is such a bad idea Tommy tells himself as he's slammed into a wall. Evan is everywhere around him, grinding against him. They don't even get the front door closed this time.

His foot knocks into something - a box? He actually paid attention outside, so he knows this isn't the same house as last time. It's not Eddie's house, but he also doesn't recognize it. Maybe it's new? Whatever, it's not important. The only important thing is that Evan is grinding his hard cock against Tommy's thigh, and it's driving him half crazy as they devour each other.

"Bed," Evan says, steering them down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, barely letting Tommy get a breath before he's dumped onto a mattress. At least this one is on a frame.

Evan walks around the room, shoving a pile of clothes further into a corner and tossing what looks like an empty laundry basket into the closet. He crosses over to the bedside table and starts rifling through it, pulling out lube and grabbing the toy that was sitting on top to stuff it into the drawer. It's a sizeable one, too.

"You bought a vibrator?" Tommy asks, the glee in his tone slipping through even as he tries to stifle it.

"Mhm," Evan hums, still moving stuff around in the drawer. "Needed something after -" he looks over his shoulder at Tommy "- well, after the last time we were together."

"Oh." It's surprising. Evan could have any guy he wanted. Real dick isn't hard to come by in Weho. "So you haven't...?" he lets the question trail off, knowing his meaning will get across.

"Nope," Evan says, popping the 'p' at the end with finality. "Haven't slept with anyone else since you broke up with me actually."

He's very pointedly not looking at Tommy now, still shuffling things in the drawer but not grabbing anything. Tommy already feels like he's fucking this up, and they haven't even gotten to the good part.

"Evan," he starts, but he doesn't get any further.

"We don't have to talk about it," Evan says, pulling out a strip of condoms and tossing them on the bed. shutting the drawer with his hip.

Then he's got a lap full of Evan, and he's being kissed like Evan's starving for it. His brain goes offline entirely as Evan starts working on the buttons of his shirt, getting his top half naked in record time. Evan is in a sweater that Tommy quickly yanks up and over his head, flipping them and getting Evan on his back, fumbling blindly at the zipper of his slacks.

"Tommy," Evan groans, knocking his hand out of the way to do it himself. "Come on," he shoves his slacks down his hips along with his boxers, "need you inside me. Now."

"You want -"

"Yeah, Tommy, I fucking want," Evan cuts him off again.

So that's how it's gonna be. Fine.

"Turn over," he says, grabbing the lube. "I'm not opening you up on your back."

Evan grumbles but complies, kicking his pants off the rest of the way and turning onto his knees, elbows on the mattress and ass in the air. Tommy will never get over this view, or the way Evan offers himself up so freely. It's baffling that Tommy is still the only man to have him like this.

Kneeling between Evan's spread thighs, he slicks up two fingers, circling Evan's hole and getting the muscle to relax. As much as Evan seems to want Tommy inside him immediately, Tommy wants it just as much.

He dips one finger in, stretching the muscle gently, then says, "I haven't either, you know. Slept with anyone," he clarifies.

Evan hums in acknowledgement.

"You could've. You're free to do whatever."

"Yeah, I know," he says, swiping his finger around Evan's walls, close to being able to add a second. "I just didn't want to."

Evan hmphs and then grunts when Tommy starts to add a second finger.

"I mean it," he continues. "Even when I thought about picking someone up or downloading an app, I didn't want to. Couldn't get one specific guy out of my head."

Evan groans as Tommy sinks his finger in deep, scissoring them to open him further.

"Do y- ngh - do you think about me when you touch yourself, Tommy? Oh fuck," Evan sighs.

Tommy crooks his fingers, finding the spot that he knows will have Evan making all of his favorite noises.

"Of course I do," he says, the moans spilling from Evan's mouth like music to his ears. "Just look at you. Yeah, I fucking think about you every single time, Evan."

"God, Tommy," Evan groans, fucking back onto Tommy's fingers now. "I'm good. Please. Need you."

"Yeah, okay," he agrees, distracted by the thought of being inside Evan again.

He reaches for the condoms and tears one off. Evan turns over, and his hand covers Tommy's.

"We can use that if you want, but we don't have to," he says. "If neither of us have slept with anyone else..." he finishes and shrugs.

He hesitates for less than a heartbeat before tossing the condom aside. Rearranging Evan's limbs, he crawls between his legs, lining himself up.

"Um," Evan starts, causing Tommy to pause and look at him carefully. "Just - just to be clear, I don't want this to be the last time we do this."

Raising an eyebrow, Tommy says, "Okay," dragging out the vowels. "So what do you want? Because I can't do friends with benefits. Not with you. Hookups aren't really my thing either, but I've made exceptions. Twice now."

"No, no, I mean -" Evan chuckles, "- I mean I want to try again. If you still want that."

"Oh," Tommy says, eyebrows climbing higher. "Yeah, I uh, I do. But," he shifts, reminding Evan that they're in a compromised position, "maybe we should save this conversation. For after."

"Yes, yeah, we should do that," Evan nods, wiggling his hips a little.

Tommy interlocks their fingers as he pushes his hips forward, feeling the empty space inside his chest fill with a sense of rightness as he kisses the man he loves.

[mattslolita]

bff! chris who eats you out as a ‘joke’

EEEKKKKK dpwm....

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bff!chris . . . who would say, "wouldn't it be funny if i ate you out?" he's looking at you lazily, arm resting behind yours on the couch as he looks at you, a smirk etched on his features. you'd look at him with wide eyes, shocked that he would say that to you. "i mean, chris's that's not exactly fu-" "no, it'd be funny," he waves you off, hand coming down to dance along your thighs.

bff!chris . . . who has an idea of how his simple touch affects you. he'd seen the lingering stares you gave him, driving you crazy, even. he wasn't stupid, he never missed the way you'd have to clench your thighs whenever he got a little too close to you — and he was gonna use it to his advantage, have his fun with you.

bff!chris . . . who would smirk as you stare at in disbelief, yet he sees the way you clench your thighs when his hand gently grips the flesh of your exposed skin, cause of course you were barely fuckin' covered up around him. "c'mon, it'd be funny, yeah?"

bff!chris ... who's already leaning down to position himself in between your legs, whilst you mumble a quick, "so, so funny..." you watch him nervously, his eyes trained on you as he slowly discards your shorts from under you, chuckling when he sees the lacy panties you're wearing underneath them — a wet patch already resides there, and he tsks, running his hand over them, eliciting a quiet gasp from you.

bff!chris . . . who would say, "looks like m'not the only one who liked the joke, yeah?" he smirks, yanking your panties down from under you, which caused another gasp to leave your lips.

bff!chris . . . who it immediately entranced by your glistening folds, having liked you ready and waiting for him much more than he thought — part of him wants to tease you, take his time since he knows how much control he has over you at the moment. but he looks up at your impatient expression, eyes blown wide as you sit there, biting your lip in anticipation.

bff!chris . . . who wastes no time in diving right in, his lips attaching to your clit, which pulls a breathy whine from you. it's a sound he could get used to more often, his hands gripping the plush of your thighs as he laps at your cunt like a man starved. your hands tug at his curls that frame his face, and he grunts, sending vibrations through your pussy as his tongue does figure eights inside of your throbbing cunt.

bff!chris ... who feels the heat rush to his dick as your legs tighten around his head, urging him on — he adds one of his digits inside your already puffy cunt. "f-fuck, oh m'gosh chris..." you'd whine, throwing your head back in pleasure as his tongue works wonders inside of you, his digit curling and hitting just the right spots.

bff!chris ... who wants to see your face as you're on the brink of your orgasm. "can feel your legs shakin' angel...s'close, huh? thas it, wan' you to let go f'me..." his eyes are glued on you as he continues to eat you out, curling his finger inside you.

bff!chris ... whose cock twitches in his pants when you scream, "shit, shit, fuck, m'cumming!" you let out a lewd moan as your legs shake violently, and you cum all over his face, leaving your juices glistening all over his pretty mouth.

bff!chris ... who nearly overstimulates you as he laps up your juices, having not had enough of your taste just yet. you squeal and push his head away, and he comes up with a grin as he wipes the remainder of your juices that drip from his chin, and he shoves those fingers inside of your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

bff!chris ... who would say, "now how bout' you put that pretty mouth round' my dick for shits and giggles?"