#c: joseph

[dvstbvnnies]

the camera had long been forgotten from joey's mind, even if the lights were still set up. his whole life was mia, mia, mia. his wife, his best friend, his angel. how exciting it'll be when he would eventually remember that he'd have this on video forever.

he adored the way she looked at him, like she loved him, but like he was crazy. she got this look in her eyes that drove him wild every time. it was the way her eyes involuntarily dropped to his mouth, the way her thighs squeezed his hips. he knew she'd say yes, but he loved getting a rise out of her. "like what?" he teased, already in the process of shifting their bodies, so he could lie flat on the ground. his hands found her waist and he slowly pulled himself out of her, not without an almost inaudible whimper. the loss of warmth always made him feel a little helpless, a little empty, but the reward this time was going to far outweigh any cons. "come on up, angel," he whispered and caught her lips in a quick, messy kiss, his tongue eagerly licking into her mouth, then laid back. he reached up and blindly grabbed a couch pillow to tuck under his head. "i can't wait to taste you."

for a second she was still processing everything at once, his hands on her hips, the way he said thank you as if she was something worth being thankful for, the praises that left his lips. there'd been so many versions of him in her life....stranger, friend, best friend, boyfriend, but none of them compared to this, husband. this was the one that undid her, the one who pulled out parts of herself she didn't even know existed, who knew her body better than she did sometimes, who looked at her like she was it.

she sucked in on a sharp inhale when he pulled her closer, the feeling of his mouth against her bringing a shiver to ripple through her, raising goosebumps on her skin in its wake. the continuous grind of her hips against his sent sparks of pleasure through her, the pressure hitting just right against her clit, enough to make her thighs tense around him. as soon as she heard the words leave his lips, heat flooded her cheeks before she could even look away. she tried not to react, but her thighs instinctively squeezed around his waist and her gaze dropped to his mouth, already thinking about it. she loved it, but saying yes always made her feel like she'd melt into the floorboards. "joey..." she groaned, flustered, but still not moving away. then just barely loud enough she whispered, "okay, but don't look at me like that."

[dvstbvnnies]

starter for @alcska based on: Summer road trip — just our muses traveling together with no fixed destination, going on adventures, exploring, watching sunsets and sunrises together, finding themselves and maybe even finding love ?  Or falling out of it ? Maybe getting into some trouble ?

joseph sat criss-cross on the dirt, watching the sun come up. had he fallen asleep at all? he wasn't actually certain. maybe for a few minutes. he played with the strings of his hoodie, then turned his head down to mia in his lap, "hey," he shook her, "wake up. you're missing the sunrise."

[scarlett-fights-demons]

Scarlett finally unraveled the towel she’d wrapped around her hair, letting the damp ginger locks fall along her back and shoulders. She’d already pulled on one of Joseph’s shirts to sleep in, as was typical in their newfound routine. Sleeping in his room made a lot of differences to both of them, with nights like this as no exception. Even if there were no casualties and all those injured were recovered or on their way to being so, it still left a lot of frayed nerves for everyone else. At least to Scarlett, this felt like the beginning of something. She shook the thought away for now, moving back into the bedroom. Joseph was partly leaning over his desk, so Scarlett moved quietly until she was able to wrap her arms around him, now resting her cheek against his shoulder as she held him. “And here I thought you’d be in bed by now.”

@josephisafighter

[aidankeef]

closed starter - @d4rkwater

local: casa grande

Aguardava na varanda da casa grande para proceder com o reagrupamento dos patrulheiros após toda a insanidade que decorreu do ataque surpresa. Seu corpo vibrava a adrenalina que sempre adorou nutrir, mas nem de longe estava em um bom estado. Tomado pelo suor e com o corpo repleto de queimaduras causadas pelo veneno, tentava controlar a respiração para aguentar que a ambrosia fizesse efeito, mas não parecia obter sucesso. Assim que notou a aproximação do filho de Poseidon, sugeriu a primeira solução que lhe pareceu cabível. "Ô peixinho dourado! Aproveita que não está fazendo nada, e nem vai precisar fazer, e me joga uma ducha de água."

[dvstbvnnies]

good boy, she'd said. fucking good boy. joseph couldn't believe it. he knew what he'd signed up for after about 24 hours of knowing goldie, but she continued to astound him. she continued to show him more bits and pieces of herself that drove him mad.

the moment, and i mean the moment, her lips wrapped around him, joey whimpered. he leaned further back against the wall and his fingers found their home in her hair. "that's perfect, goldie," he whispered, not daring to let his voice be any louder. it's the one thing he knew how to have perfect control over in situations like these. "you're fucking perfect."

goldie knew full well that she's a catch. she's always known, but since melody happened there were moments when she wondered if she's lost her spark. no such thoughts are anywhere near her now. joey is transfixed by her, he's holding on by a god damn thread and she knows it, can see it so clearly. her ego swelled and propelled her forward. goldie waited with baited breath for his response and she's thrilled when it comes. the sound of her name in his desperation for her, his exact phrasing of what he wants... her own arousal was going to have to be handled at some point in the near future. she's more than happy to please her man first though. "mmm you're such a good boy, thank you for listening." with that, goldie tugged his underwear down too and immediately put the tip of his cock in her mouth. she moved back and forth slowly, using her saliva to lubricate him, going further down each time. her eyes stayed locked on him as she moved, just to drive him crazy.

[evamovska]

where,  — Movska residence closed  — @movskas

Another dinner barely squeezed into a rather busy schedule. She couldn't make excuses when it came to her father. Mostly because she didn't have the time to deal with the backlash. Of course, her care for him came second. "Дедушка." a joyful sound that these halls had not heard much of recently, echoed around the place — loud, like Sasha's footsteps, as he bounced off to his grandfather with the biggest smile; a quick flash of a head of blonde hair is all she could catch a glimpse of, before he vanished out of view.

"Не бегай, Са́ша!" the constant warning on her lips. God, this child.

Eva took off her shoes, before approaching her father in the large living room; a bottle of wine in her hands. "We can't stay long." her own signature way of greeting him. She'd add a kiss to his cheek to soften the blow.

[kidspawn]

"pride month is over" yeah but now its kavinsky summer 2025 be the man you wish you could be. dream yourself a friend group. do drugs and be no homo three balls gay. crashout over your situationship and kidnap his brother then blow up and die. change the trajectory of their lives.

[diioonysus]

women in art: titania

[noellexdriscoll]

"So you're saying that if you start to be too successful, we have to traumatize the town ourselves? Keep you in business." Noelle laughed at the thought. "The punch card is a much better idea. Less... illegal feeling."

@josephxwade

Joseph let out a hearty laugh, leaning against the counter as he watched Noelle with amused eyes. "Yeah, you've got a point. Gotta keep the trauma alive though or I'd lose my job." He raised an eyebrow, feigning contemplation. “Might have to start a punch card. Get ten cups of unresolved issues, get the eleventh free," he teased, taking the pink bag from her with a grin.

“But hey, I’ll happily take these pastries as my coping mechanism.” He held up the bag with a grateful smile, his gaze softening as he looked back at her. @noellexdriscoll

[dvstbvnnies]

starter for @alcska

joey had left for a quick bathroom break, gone for no longer than five minutes. he'd left mia at her slot machine, happy, content with his cash and her drink. so, you can imagine his shock when he walked back in to a man talking to mia, his mia. he saw the way he looked at her. he wished he could say he couldn't blame him, because she was beautiful, but the jealousy raged through him. it bubbled up from his feet to the tip of his ears.

he walked up and wrapped a hand around mia's waist, fingers tight on her hip. "hey, angel, who's this?" he asked and let his eyes linger on the man, then dragged them to her. his eyes were filled with fire, but never for her.

oh you have a boyfriend, the man had said. yes, she does, joey had responded. the conversation had devolved quickly to him clearly staking claim over mia, in a not-so-nice way, before the man stalked off.

"naughty girl," he hummed and quirked his brow as his fingers brushed through her hair. joseph brought his lips to hers, wondering when she started to taste like his cigarettes. his tongue massaged hers, before he pulled back and slid a hand up to grip her chin. "what did he say to you? before i got here, i mean."

[scarlett-fights-demons]

The sound of the wards blaring was reason enough for every nephilim within the Institute to gather at the foyer, and Scarlett was right there alongside everyone. But the sight of Jace, bloody and mangled in the arms of her kin truly ripped Scarlett out of the present. She was in Seattle, holding her brother as the life faded from his eyes. His blood pooling around her in a blanket of red miasma. She must have moved from her spot in the hallway at some point--stumbling to her room and curling up on the floor there. She could feel the blood, smell it, taste it in the way she had that day. She shut her eyes tightly, pressing her hands to her eyelids as she gasped for air. Elliott's face, the sound of him choking on his own blood, those brown eyes fading from life and into oblivion. It was too much, and the memories swirled with Jace's face--his limp form. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," she repeated, quiet sobs wracking through her shaking body.

@josephisafighter

[evrywhre-evrythng]

are you normal or do you know what c major lips means

[dvstbvnnies]

He noticed the way she looked at him and it made him feel emboldened. Joseph wasn't one to shy away in any instances, but especially ones like these. He tucked the cherry lollipop into his cheek, the stick just coming out of the corner of his mouth. Stained red lips gave her a winning smile.

An incredible question. He matched her tilted head, kept his gaze on her, as he thought it through, not even bothering to look around at any of the others. "You," he told her, "easily."

The blonde locked eyes with Joseph and she let her gaze wander to the lollipop he'd been sucking on, back up to his eyes. "Let's see.." She started, head tilting aside as she inspected his face a little longer. Charlotte didn't know him too well, they had some mutual friends but they had never really spoken just the two of them. He was handsome, though. She had always had a thing for goofy guys. Humor was attractive to her. "If there was anyone you had to kiss with for ten seconds, out of anyone in this room, who'd you pick?"

[from-a-spiders-web]

Couple Descending a Staircase (1932) from an Arrow Collar Ad by J. C. Leyendecker

[evamovska]

where,  — The Cloisters / during the auction closed  — @movskas Slutty little dinner forks. If she could cause a scene, one that would not damage her reputation, to avert all eyes from the trainwreck that her brother had caused, she would. Perhaps, Lev should've been sedated. Their cousin could certainly be the one to get the job done, to keep it off the tabloids. A secret family affair. A solid plan that popped into her head, the moment she found herself in use of one. Eva, would never be found without a plan. Her most irritable quality, if someone asked Lev.

Damage control. She found her father, eventually. It would've been a lot quicker, if she wasn't wearing heels, and he had a bell tied to his collar. "Can you leave us, please?" she spoke. The man he was with, was no one important.

[disease]

"LIVING MANNEQUIN" (COVER) THE SATURDAY EVENING POST J. C. LEYENDECKER | MAR 1932 [oil on canvas | 32 x 24 1/4"]