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If anyone here has a kink for paying for all my tattoos hmu

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these HOTM teasers have me on the edge of my seat every time 😩 i'm so excited!!

I'm so glad you like them! I'm excited for the reactions to Chapters 7+8..and 9 too! Actually, the second half of this story, well, I won't spoil it. Set those alarms! 11:15 AM EST on the 25th! (Just in time for your lunch break!)

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Want to be in your blog

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THIS MANNNNNN 🥴🥴🥴

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The funniest part of the “ummmm actually ☝️🤓 birth control can be REALLY bad for you” responses on my ‘hey I think the current health fad demonization of hormonal birth control is right wing propaganda’ post is that I can’t take hormonal birth control. It reacts badly with my body’s chemistry. But I am wise enough to understand that it is a lifesaving medication for many people and encouraging people to get off birth control if it is working for them with no adverse reactions is bad. Birth control is bad for me and it can have terrible side effects but the potential of pregnancy and periods are worse for many people.

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saw this cute post and now I'm not going on reddit for the rest of the day. quit while you're ahead

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can we get an aftercare piece? that shows how joe takes care of and helps y/n after sex? can we see how he genuinely cares about y/n and is really affectionate/sweet?

uh yes?? ofc???

a/n: allusions to smut!

The room is thick with heat. It swirls around them, wrapping around their taut muscles and trembling bodies. Sweat latches to their skin, their lungs pumping in and out, and their hearts were in sync.

Everything about sex was beautiful. The way she looked under him, the way he felt her body mold against his. The most precious part, where Joe got to show his most gentle side, was taking care of her after.

He shifted his weight off of her, a small groan leaving his lips. Joe pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head, letting the silence sit for a moment. They’d been desperate, devouring each other after days spent apart. She could feel every muscle in her body, every ridge and every ripple.

Her eyes met his, foggy and soft. Her cheeks were warm, flushed with their exertion. There was just something special about the post-sex aura, the way it wrapped around them like a halo. The glow was a real thing, her skin a testament to that.

“I missed you,” Joe hummed, a small smile tugging at his lips. If it wasn’t obvious by the hickeys on her neck and the way her hips were bruised, well, he didn’t know what else to do.

She didn’t speak. Not because she didn’t want to or that she was unimpressed, but because she was relishing in how he felt. He never failed to make her feel like the only woman in the world. His eyes always focused on her, blurring out the background noise and those who tried to steal their light. To Joe, she was everything.

“You did so well,” Joe praised, peppering kisses over her face, ��you’re always so good to me,”

Joe’s fingers pushed hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears. Her eyes were still foggy, but still focused on him. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted with her breaths, and sweat kissed her skin. She looked beautiful, like the sun personally kissed her skin, making her its muse.

“You’re so beautiful,” Joe mused, almost as if he was lost in thought. He kissed her temple before he sat up, the lack of warmth making him shiver. He got up, and she watched him with curiosity. He moved about the bedroom, sliding on shorts. He always looked back at her, his curls askew and his muscles bulging under his tan skin. If he hadn’t just rocked her world, she’d go another round.

Joe walked into the bathroom, flicking on the light. He turned the knob of the footed bathtub, running his hand under the water as it warmed. He sprinkled lavender essential oil into the water, the aroma filling his nostrils. He added epsom salt to help with her sore muscles.

“What’re you up to?” she croaked as he walked back into the bedroom. He leaned down, knuckles pressed against the bed, kissing her sweetly on the lips.

“Let me take care of you,” he hummed. He scooped her up, her body flush against his. He carried her into the bathroom, gently setting her down in the tub full of warm water. She sinks into the water, letting the lavender and the epsom salt latch onto her sore muscles. Joe ties her hair into a messy bun, and it’s really messy because he hasn’t learned the art of it yet.

“This is nice,” she hums as he settles down next to her on the floor. His arm rests on the side of the tub, his fingers gracing the water as he reaches an acceptable height. He reaches over, turning the water off.

“I told you I had a use for those essential oils,” Joe hums. His fingers gently graze her shoulder, his chin resting on his bicep. He admires her, her beauty glowing even in the lighting of the bathroom. Flyaways scatter across her face, but he can’t help but admire every part. Scars, moles, the hairs on her arms. Everything.

“Didn’t say they weren’t useful,” she smiles, sinking further into the water. She rests her head on the back of the tub, the warm water and lavender scented air rolling over her shoulders. It’s tranquil, the room perfumed with love.

Joe continues to run the back of his fingers over her skin, mesmerized by the darker patch that is left as he glides his damp fingers across her skin. She’s all warm and soft, everything he’s always asked for.

“Whatcha thinkin’?” she asks, her eyes flicking over his face. Joe has a very distinct thinking face, one where his eyebrows knit together and his eyes zone out. His fingers aimlessly drag across her skin, adding to the warmth that’s spreading across her body.

“Just you,” he sighs, “my girl,”

It’s simple, but it’s true. His mind is occupied with not just her sensual traits, but her laugh, her grin whenever she does something she deems as stupid. He sees the intelligence of her eyes, the way she can go on and on about something. And he’d listen. He sees her cookies and her tears, he sees her anger and her fear. He sees every particle of her, every molecule, and he loves every single one.

“I love you,” he smiles, his face buried in his arm. His curls are askew, messy and unruly. She reaches up with her hand, interlacing their fingers. She brings his hand from her shoulder to her lips, pressing a lingering kiss to his skin.

“I love you, too,”

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BYE!!! THIS INTERACTION BETWEEN JOE + TREY IN CHAPTER 11 IS MAKING ME EMOTIONAL. I AM WEEPING.

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Dude this one customer was like MY SON HAS TO GET A JOB AND STOP MOOCHING OFF MY MONEY. And I was like “how old is he?” And she was like “17” and I was like. Holy shit you’re a freak! Lmao. Like teens can get jobs sure but he’s still a child you’re responsible for acting like he’s mooching off you when it’s YOUR responsibility to take care of him. What a fucking freak I hate capitalism lmao

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“How’s your WIP going?”

"Have you made any progress?”

“How close are you to being done?”

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Good morning who has a side quest for me today?