#honeydew to self

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Hehehe, I'm really proud of this one <3

A self portrait rendered using kitbashed and painted parts mostly from Retrograde minis

Pixel art is fun, I should do this more often <3

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Uploaded a few hours ago but deleted it out of insecurity ejfbsnfnd reupload because no. I Am happy with this

[commander-wame]

Sighs dreamily. Wayfinder Eldrid sounds good actually. And shes having the time of her life

[box-architecture]

yoir communication knife au it's so cute!! Also them having a kid it's so cute. She's very cool wanting to protect they papa and checking father doesn't have shoes on the couch

zooms around you !!! thank you thank you thank you I squish you. Its my favorite AU to write about in the whole world, and Honeydew is a character that's very fun to write, if only because of the sheer intensity of her self-confidence.

[chillcoffeeash]

If you’re feeling lonely, just go for a walk in forest and find yourself some flowers 🌸 ✨

You deserve it.

[loverboypercy]

just realised i never posted felicity’s ref ! also Lore

[ghost--girlfriend]

join my island. crazy polycule included : )

[angelamariaxo]

Me with my haircut 💇‍♂️

[kakusboyfriend]

Dragon-inserts -> ufolvr!

👽👽👽

[moechies]

:¨ ·.· ¨: ୨୧ somno w toji

somno with toji never works :( he’s simply too big, and any part of him inside of you would wake you up in an instant, no matter how deep of a sleeper you are.

you proved this true the one time toji came home later than normal from a weighted job, scruffy and worn. yearning for some love from his dearest, cutest wife, jittery at the thought of your sweet lips against his own, and your soft skin pliant against his.

although worried, you had put yourself to sleep on the couch outside of your guy’s bedroom, a plated meal warmed and covered in a wrap for his hoped upon arrival. upon staggering upon the doorstep, fidgeting the key into the hole to get the lock open, he’s greeted by the soft, warm atmosphere of what hes able to call home.

his eyes set on your pliant body sprawled across the couch, body sunk into the soft pillows beneath you. your snoozy face on display due to you laid on your side, and a little knit blanket limps across your tummy. you’re wearing one of his over-sized shirts with a thin pair of panties, delicate lace and a strung bow that details the rim of it.

although originally admiring your soft body laying so peacefully, he can’t help the way his eyes divert to the sight of your chubby cunt, hugged so snugly by the crotch of your panties.

it’s adorable, honestly.

he makes his way towards you with ill intentions, dropping his belongings as he strides towards you.

soft snores reverberate through your body, paying no mind to the huge man mounting you from the side. he curses himself silently when all he can imagine is a sweet imagine of your is your fucked our face imprinted in his head, cute drooly mouth and crystalline tears painting your cute cheeks. his ears ring with your little mewls and cries of his name, little hand grappling at his much larger bicep trying your best to ask for a kiss.

he feels his cock ache and throb against your warm thigh as his mind surpasses all of these perfect moments, wasting no time before tugging at the silk embellishment of a belt, shimmying off his pants and discarding them on the ground. he hoists your soft leg onto his shoulder, shirt lifting along side it allowing him an open view to your perfect cunt, and your perfect slit. he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

although racked with guilt, head pulsing with anger at his poor self control, he can’t help but replay certain moments in his head; where you’d beg him to use you, conscious or not.

with honeydew tears rolling down your face, desperately holding the man impossibly close, mewling in his ear, ‘use me, use me, use me !” and all you ask in return is a sweet kiss on the lips. he chuckles at the thought, you, who others assume to be such a dear, gentle as a fawn, cute as a doe, the most innocent of all, compared to the version of you only toji knows. he’s utterly blessed.

his mind acts as a record, one that doesn’t stop playing, one which each and every film is of your sweet, sweet self. he’s not long into his fantasy before he finds himself mindlessly humping against your clad pussy, a thick layer of slick beginning to form from the simulation.

he lets out a mere laugh, tugging the crotch aside to be met with the prettiest sight of your worked up cunny. the sheen coat of arousal does nothing but highlight your pearly clit, and milky hole, all ready to take your favorite. your breath has labored, eyes squeezed tight, and cheeks flushed with a light rose, outcries for your dearest lover; ‘toji, toji, daddy— d . . daddy,’

his pride can’t help but swell at cute commentary unconsciously slipping from your lips; to know that even in you’re sleep, you were dreaming of him.

as his hand holds your panties aside, the other tugs his cock out from the confinements of his boxers, dragging the sloppy tip against your slit. he watches the two textures of arousal mix against eachother, his creamier pre blend into your clear slick. he can almost feel himself staring at the mess through heart-shaped lenses, obsessed with how your hole pulses around his mere cock head.

he feels your body twitch against his, leg shivering lightly, as you huff. much as if you had been awake, other than your usual whining and rushing, tugging at his much larger hips to hurry.

he finally lands above your hole, pressing lightly against the wet flesh, assuming he’s being diligent with his movements in order not to wake you. he watches as your soft cunt swallows his pudgy cock head as if it’s a right, fat lips hugging his cock head tight.

his technique doesn’t work too well.

his mere tip sits comfortably inside you when he hears you whimper loudly at his initial movement, eyelashes fluttering as you wake yourself with heavy pants. your leg attempts to retract, but he keeps a easy grip in order to keep you still. your cries grow louder, completely oblivious as to what’s happening around you in your woozy state. you flinch at the scarred hand that lays against the soft skin of your face,

“it’s jus’ me, honey. don’t fret.” toji comforts, smiling at the way your head turns to face his, brows furrowing in confusion.

“o . . owie—“ you react regarding his cock head protruding your cunny from below, “t-toji,” your hand grips at his fingers weakly, slowly adjusting to the ‘foreign’ feeling of his cock.

“mhm.. that’s right, darling girl. y’slept well?” you shake your head quickly, pouting up at the man above you. he tilts his head to the side, anticipating your explanation.

“ ‘s ‘cause you w-weren’t home. m-missed y’so much, toji.” you sniffle, tugging his arm in order to pull him closer.

“oh, poor baby.” he replies solemnly, reaching down to press a loving kiss onto your forehead. you feel him nudge himself deeper, squeaking at the unprepped stretch.

“heh.. missed you so much too, doll. y’know that?” he cups the side of your face, shallow and short thrusts of his cock. more than enough to get him off perfectly. you nod your head rapidly with shut eyes, fists clenched into little balls against your chest at the overwhelming simulation.

“y’r doin’ s’good. ‘s almost over doll, t-then i’ll put ya to sleep.”

“w-wait hnn— m gonna cum !”

he snickers at your meek whines, teasing you slightly,

“already? this pussy’s so sensitive, sweet doll.”

he knows it’s the mixture of you barely conscious, added onto the intense simulation of his cock pounding against your gummy walls over and over, but he loves the little helpless glare you shoot him, silently begging him to let you cum.

“please, please—“

“shh darlin,’ no need to beg. cum, cum f’me, doll.”

and with a couple deep strokes, his cock overwhelmed by the way your cunt pulses and squeezes around him, he cums a potent load into the depths of your womb.

he jets a milky and viscous stream of thick cum into you, seemingly never ending as he slowly rides out his high by lazily humping into your spent cunt.

his eyes can’t help but pace back and forth from your lewd expressions to the creamy mess below, watching his load spread across your chubby folds and dirty the inside of your thighs.

sweet whispers of ‘love you, love you,’ fall from the lips of the man, pressing wet kisses all over your face. you nuzzle against his face, kissing down his jaw, entertaining his needy behavior that you surely wouldn’t see for a while.

[thecupidwitch]

Fruit Correspondences

Apple: spirit work, offerings, love, healing, beauty, wisdom, harvest

Apricot: love, self love

Avocado: beauty, love, lust, fertility, spell work

Banana: wealth, luck, spirituality, religion, masculinity

Blueberry: protection, banishment, curses

Blackberry: protection, fertility, femininity, funerals, afterlife, moving on

Cantaloupe: spell work, protection, grounding, energy work

Cherry: lust, love, fertility

Clementine: childhood, dreams

Coconut: protection, cleansing, femininity

Cranberry: holidays, blood magic, spirit work

Date: fertility, luck, money

Dragon fruit: lust, passion, spell work

Durian: curses, cleansing, protection

Fig: happiness, divination, love

Grapefruit: cleansing

Grape: money, spell work, fertility, offerings

Guava: love, self love, lust

Honeydew: cleansing, energy, love

Jackfruit: divination, spell work, happiness

Kiwifruit: health, love, lust, happiness

Kumquat: luck, health, money

Lemon: cleansing, purification, protection, curse breaking

Lime: cleansing, protection, love

Lychee: love, self love, femininity, beauty

Mango: love, lust, fertility

Nectarine: love, self love, spell work

Orange: cleansing, protection, divination

Papaya: curse breaking, banishing, spirit work, love

Passion fruit: lust, love, passion

Peach: fertility, love, happiness, spirit work

Pear: offerings, happiness, luck, money, confidence

Persimmon: healing, love, luck, protection

Pineapple: protection, health, offerings, money, luck

Plantain: fertility, masculinity, lust, passion

Plum: love, healing, offerings

Pomegranate: offerings, blood magic, fertility, divination, spell work

Prune: cleansing, protection

Raspberry: love, dreams, health

Strawberry: love, wishes, dreams, happiness

Starfruit: lunar/solar magic, spell work, cleansing

Tangerine: solar magic, strength, energy work

Tomato: protection, cleansing, love, passion

Watermelon: healing, femininity, lust, love, spirit work, cleansing

Tip Jar

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Me and a partner of mine! Left and right respectively!

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I like that in english they call the psoriasis spots ive got going on 'scales'. Sorry guys my scales are coming through yeah. I'll be sprouting horns next week also

[commander-wame]

tumblr at 1/2 am is learning what special day it Was 1/2 hours ago

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Activities for Regressors Without Caregivers! (or just fun regression activties!)

(Although you're always welcome here if you'd like any form of comfort anyway! ^w^)

This one's kind of a long one, after the few tips I list, I've mentioned an app I use called Finch, which will be talked about below the cut.

Since that's the case, I'll put my little ending message here instead:

Knowing how to take care of yourself can take a lot of work and practice, but I believe it's worth the effort, because then you'll be a happier and healthier you! Especially if you can find ways to make it fun!

I'm more than happy to be here for you and offer my support in any way I can, anyhow! I'm proud of you for doing what you can, I know it can be very hard.

I myself don't have a caregiver for when I regress, so most of the time I end up taking care of myself! Here are some fun activities and things I do when I regress to keep myself calm and happy! ^w^

Paci mentions/pics not long after the first section for those of you who'd rather not see 'em.

♥ Arts and crafts! I absolutely LOVE coloring and making bracelets with beads, something not too complicated for little hands, but also something fun!

With coloring, you can buy coloring books, or draw something of your own to color in- even printing out a page you find online, coloring digitally, or tracing over something to color in could work! I prefer coloring more than drawing personally because I don't draw all the time, but I bet I could learn a little thing or two from the artists around here!

For bracelets (and other jewelry), strings can be hard to knot with little hands (at least they aren't those small, slippery clasps!!), but the beads shouldn't be too hard to handle if you're careful! Even just planning out patterns is fun!

Here are some My Little Pony bracelets I made, and the decorations I did for my pacis!

♥ Making playlists! Dancing is fun, and a good way to get the zoomies out, but you can just make playlists for any occasion! I have playlists that help me pet-regress, songs with sounds I like, adventure playlists... (Well- a lot of these are still in progress, but- you get the point!)

I also love those playlist videos on YouTube! Animal Crossing, Super Mario Galaxy, Minecraft and music box music are typically my go-to to help me settle or just make for comfy background music! Here's one of my favorites, shadowatnoon has lovely Nintendo music mixes!

♥ Playing with your plushies! You can take them on adventures, or make your own!

Like Toby, climbing The Great Pillow Mountain!

(This is Toby by the way, he's one of my best friends and a VERY good hugger!)

You can play games with them, too! Toby's REALLY good at hide and seek... Maybe you can find him for me? :0

♥ Finding shows to watch! I really like Paw Patrol and Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles at the moment. Plus, you can look at agere content and fics from shows you like! People make really cool stimboards and moodboards, for example, and I like reading through all the fun stories people write!

Here's a silly picture of Rocky I found! :3

Finch

Finch is a self-care app where you take care of your very own little bird friend by taking care of yourself!

You can set daily goals, or for each day (or more specific ones as well I think.). By completing these goals, you give your bird energy to go on adventures! They usually come back with a funny little story or silly questions, because they're learning, too!

Through completing these goals (or daily, at least), you can get Rainbow Stones, which you can use to buy clothes for your bird, make them different colors, or give them furniture for their house!

They're also LGBTQ+ and disability-friendly!! :3

This is my little bird, Honeydew! You're welcome to friend me as well if you'd like, my code is: Z3E2T7VRK6

It's helped me learn a lot about taking care of myself and keeping track of my goals, and I get little rewards for it! I've used the app for several months now, and it's helped me out a lot!

"Fluttershy protects this blog! SFW interaction only, please and thank you! ^w^"

"Wouldn't show a kid? Doesn't belong here!"

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Show Some Self Control✨

Pre Outbreak! Joel Miller x fem! reader x other female

 A/N: I got this feral idea from one of @mountainsandmayhem fics Taste Her, Little Dove, and I haven’t stopped thinking about Joel’s POV since I read it. So here is Joel pining and lusting while he watches 😍

Summary: It's your birthday, and Joel can't deny you from wanting to explore being with another woman, so he indulges. He sits and watches, but he can't hold back for long. Not with the way your body is writhing against the damp sheets.

Word Count: 3.1k

Rating: 18+ only MDNI

Tags: Joel’s POV, feral Joel, possessive and jealous Joel, soft Joel, porn with plot, fingering, oral receiving (fem), masturbation, temptation

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The room is sweltering, the ceiling fan barely making a difference as sweat beads his forehead, tousled curls getting stuck to his skin as he leans his elbows on his knees and hunches forward. His chin rests on his knuckles while the other hand rakes heavily against his salt-and-pepper scruff, falling apart at the seams as he sits and watches the heated action take place in his large bedroom.

   “Shit,” he mumbles under his breath, the sweat pooling under his blue flannel as he pleads for more with every moan you make from the Queen sized bed, fingers twisted in the damp sheets as she laps her tongue against your pretty pink pussy that’s puffy and so fucking needy, begging to be taken care of as he sits and watches, waits for another beautiful moan from your stained red lips. 

   His self control spirals, his hard cock pressed taut to the edge of his zipper. He’s so fucking hard, precum spilling down his shaft as he sits and stares. He doesn’t care about the other woman, doesn’t care that she’s completely naked and worshipping your body the way that he should be doing. He did this for you, did this for your birthday. Just a fantasy you wanted to try out, just a one time thing. So he obliged, found you a real nice girl, one that would go down on you the way he should be doing. 

   So he watches, stares at your perfect body, watches the way you splay your legs open, watches the way you writhe against her wet tongue, watches the way your eyes roll back every time she gives you another nice, long lick. And fuck are you pretty. 

   She dives two fingers into your gushing pussy, lapping her tongue in slow circles around your puffy clit as you cry out, begging her to give you more as you pant, kneading your perky breasts beneath your soft hands as she licks her bottom lip slowly, eyes blown wide as she tastes you again, long tongue flat against your bundle of nerves, giving you exactly what you desire. 

   You groan, head thrown back as she scissors her fingers into your gorgeous pussy over and over again, gentle yet rough at the same time. 

   He smells you everywhere. The fresh wildflowers on a warm spring day, the lilac scent that resonates on the nape of your neck when he’s clasping his mouth against your soft skin, the honeydew aroma that glitters as sweat drips down your lush hair, can even smell the sweet arousal that ignites his taste buds night after night when he’s having his way with you. 

   It takes everything in his power to not pounce out of this chair and rip the blonde woman that’s tongue deep inside your silky folds. And he prays to god he can get through this evening as he sits and watches like a hawk with its black, blown out eyes targeted on its next meal. 

   You moan, your velvet red lips shaped in a perfect O shape, your head pressed against the cotton pillow as you drag your manicured nails through the blonde’s long hair. 

   God, he loves when you look like that, all falling apart and nearly holding on to the tethered rope that’ll surely break at any moment. He wants to see it, wants to hear the soft moans that’ll sound from your silky red lips, wants to taste that sweet release that shatters like glass down your perfect thighs.

   “Curl your fingers up,” he growls as he grips his leather belt, almost tugging it free as he fights to not fall apart himself.

   “Curl them up?” The blonde asks as she looks over with icy blue eyes.

   “Yes,” he pants, “she fuckin’ loves that,” he bites out.

   She happily obliges and curls two slim fingers inside your dripping hole, as if that’ll satiate you, like her nimble fingers will ever live up to his strong, calloused, thick ones.

   For Christ sakes, he’s fucking jealous that it’s not him dousing you in pleasure right now. And clearly, he does not like sharing what is his. But he’ll play nice. For now…

   You tip your head back as pleasure consumes you, your pupils expanded and blown out as another moan leaves your pretty red lips. He knows she’s hitting that sweet, spongy spot that makes you see stars, but he definitely knows that she can’t touch that one delicate spot that makes you completely unravel yourself for him.

   Your fingers thread through platinum blonde locks, your mouth gasping for air as her tongue flicks your puffy clit that’s drenched from her saliva. And fuck does that sight nearly send him falling from the edge of the chair.

   You turn your head slowly, your vivid, blown out beautiful eyes finding his, and he nearly combusts at how gorgeous you look in the fading light of the lit lamp on the  mahogany nightstand. You could be looking at her as she takes you closer to the edge, but you stay strictly staring at him, and it nearly causes his breath to falter.

   “Joel…” you moan, your voice an octave higher as she curls her fingers in and out slowly, the squelching noises echoing around the dark silhouette of his bedroom. Just your mesmerizing voice nearly brings him to his knees.

   “Feel good, sweetheart?” he asks with a deep, gravelly tone, his voice catching as he stares and gawks at your immaculate face.

   “Y-yes,” you choke out as another long flick of her tongue lands on your puffy pink clit, your gaze making thick beads of sweat fall down his tanned forehead as his hard cock nearly combusts inside his tight jeans. One more quake of your lush lips and he’s done for. 

   He quickly unthreads his belt from the loops, unzipping the jagged zipper, and slides his jeans and boxers down to his knees. His cock springs free, as hard a rock as precum spills over his angry, red tip. 

   “Fuck,” he groans as he stares at you with blown out pupils, fisting his cock up and down, up and down as the slick precum spreads over his entirety.

   You watch him with a hungry, needy gaze, licking your lower lip as if you want to wrap your pretty lips right around his hard length, get on your knees like the good girl that you are, and swallow him down your experienced throat. 

   Fuck. That image alone makes him almost come on the spot. 

   He hears the soft flicks of her tongue working your drenched pussy, hears your wetness as she drives her fingers faster, harder. He knits his brows tightly together, holding in a moan as he envisions himself between your plush thighs, sliding his own calloused fingers in languid circles while he tongue fucks you deep and thoroughly. 

   Christ, he’s gonna fucking explode when she takes you over the edge, but he won’t dare come until you do. Queens never come last; queens come first, with multiple orgasms. Period.

   “Joel,” you repeat in a plea, a quiet whisper meant just for him as your back arches off the damp sheets, your hips bucking with every stroke of her tongue.

   God, you’re beautiful.

   “Yeah, baby. I know. Go on, sweetheart. Let it out,” he purrs while he grits his teeth as he fucks himself faster with a clenched fist and blown out eyes. 

   You keep his stare, your mouth forming in that perfect O shape as you start to let the pleasure wash through your perfect body. 

   “There ya go, Attagirl,” he praises, knowing exactly how you knit your brows close and make drawn out groans between breaths before you come.

   “Need… you - ohhhh, Joel,” you moan, crossing the thresholds of your orgasm as you start to fall apart all over her tongue.

   You pull on her icy hair, tugging her forward as your hips buck up, back arched off the bed as you let your ragged moans fill the room with the choir of your blissful ecstasy. 

   “Oh, fuck me,” he groans, pumping up and down as he takes in the view of you absolutely wrecked on top of the bed. Your soft skin glistening over the sheen of the glittering sweat, your breaths shallow and quaking, and your eyes. Fuck. Your eyes are like glitter as they sparkle like diamonds, never averting your gaze, only looking at him. Your gaze alone makes him absolutely reckless.

   He fists himself harder, faster, hears the pulse of rushing blood fill his eardrums, his breath ragged and heavy, sweat dripping down his unbuttoned flannel, eyes completely locked on yours as he feels his own release quickly taking over, and then he breaks hard. 

   He tips his head back, his heated gaze searing into your still blown out eyes as he threads his brows together and moans your name under his breath while the hot spurts of cum bubble over and splash over his fisted hand.

   Fuck. It’s like a drug jacking off at the sight of you coming undone, the best damn thing he’s ever laid eyes on in his whole existence. He swears you’re an angel, would happily get on his knees for the rest of his life if it meant he got to worship your body every single day of his existence. 

   You’re his, and right now that other woman is in his way.

   He takes a second to let the pleasure simmer off, takes a minute to catch his ragged breath as he wipes the cum off with a small white hand towel. He pushes himself out of the chair, stuffing his softening cock into his boxers as he slides them up over his strong hips, forgetting the jeans as he leaves them discarded on the floor. He doesn’t have time to put clothes on, he just needs you.

   He stalks toward the bed, a heated gaze taking over his dark chocolate eyes as he climbs up the edge, right next to the other woman. 

   “Excuse me, my woman needs me,” he growls as he pushes the blonde out of the way and off the bed. He has no remorse for wanting what is his. She got a taste of you, now it’s his turn to show you just how much he loves to make you feel good.

   He wastes no time and settles between your splayed legs, wrapping his large hands around your thighs, pulling you forward as a quick breath leaves your lips, your beautiful eyes wide, and a small smile curves up over your red stained lips.

   “My bed, my woman,” he says possessively; his deep, gravelly voice filling the room as it rumbles with the thunder of his desire. “Mine,” he growls like a dominant dog, hoping the blonde will get the hint that you belong to him and only him. 

   He pulls you further down into the sheets, slipping your legs over his broad shoulders as he settles in and takes a big whiff of your delicious musk, sliding his curved nose up your wet folds and into the coarse hair above your mound. 

   Fuck. It’s like your scent clings to him, makes him want to ravish you till he drowns in your smell, in your very essence. He’d lap at you for hours if he could. This is his most favorite thing, going down on you again and again and again until you have nothing left to give him. He’ll take every drop, every speck that he can get. You’re a fucking waterfall, and he’ll bathe in your crashing ecstasy every single night. 

   “Joel,” you groan as he licks a long, lazy stripe up your entire core, moaning gently as you thread your fingers through his tousled curls.

   He takes his tongue and draws meticulous circles around your puffy clit, not stopping until he hears the sweet moans slip out of your mouth as your legs tighten around him.

   He looks up and smirks, licking slick from his lower lip as he curls two thick fingers inside you, curling up up up until he’s hitting that perfect spongy wall that has you gawking down at him.

   “Joel, feels so - oooooh,” you moan, lacing your fingers through his greying curls as you try to hold on to that quick building orgasm that’s right on the brink of shattering.

   “Yeah? This what my girl want? She want my thick fingers stretchin’ her core? She want my mouth gettin’ that pretty pussy nice and messy?” He growls, fusing his lips to your bundle of nerves, sucking your perfect clit inside his warm mouth as another moan falls from your lips.

   “Mhm, yes,” you moan as he works his fingers in and out, his knuckles deep in slick as he drives out more and more of your glistening arousal. 

   “Need you to tell me who makes you feel good, sweetheart. Need you to tell me jus’ who does it best,” he murmurs as he talks you through the obscene squelching noises the two of you are making that echo loudly around the room. 

   He gives an icy glare over at the blonde that stands in the corner of the room watching, and he pulls you closer and fucks deeper into you with his experienced fingers, giving you another long lick up your drenched center so she gets the point that this pussy, this woman belongs to only him.

   She probably thinks he’s so possessive, so needy, so jealous, but he is. You belong to him, and he’ll never share again if he can help it. No one else deserves to worship this body, no one else deserves you because he can and will forevermore give you exactly what you need. You need him, and you fucking know it. You tell it to him every single day, and he will never take that for granted because he is your center of gravity, your everything. 

   Another swirl of your puffy clit and you’re pulling tighter to his messy curls. Shit. He fucking loves when you do that, knows you’re close now. 

   “You do, Joel. You make me feel so - ohhhhh, yeah. Right there,” you moan as his curled fingers press that perfect spot against your spongy walls that has you nearly drooling at the touch.

   He knows exactly what you need.

   He pulls his fingers out and pops his digits into his mouth, groaning as the slick slides down his throat, reveling at the sweet taste of you on his tongue. He’s never going to fucking get over how much he craves you every single second of every day.

   He spreads your folds wide with his thumbs, and then he’s tongue fucking you, splitting you open, driving moan after moan as he flicks and licks and fucks his tongue as deep as he can go.

   You writhe beneath him, one hand laced through his curls, the other clawing down his back as you sing precious moans from your sensational lips. He fucking loves when you start to unravel for him; he revels in your pleasure every single time you gift him with your orgasms. 

   Attagirl. Open your floodgates and let me drown in your cum.

   As if you hear his coaxing thoughts, you arch your back and smother him in between your perfect thighs, clenching your walls and moaning his name in a blissful, orgasmic lull as you shake beneath his licks against your creaming pussy.

   “There ya go, babygirl. Taste so fuckin’ good,” he moans as he laps up your delicious slick, letting it quench his thirst, groaning at the feel of your silky folds and arousal on the tip of his tongue.

   He licks every inch of you, lapping up all that you give him as his big hands rub up and down your thighs, purring how good of a girl you are as you come down from your intense orgasm.

   When you finally fall slack beneath him and look up under your thick eyelashes with your glossed over beautiful eyes shining down at him, he smiles and draws a breath as he gawks mesmerized between your thighs. 

   “Holy shit,” the blonde giggles in the corner, pulling her crimson dress up her body as she slips her silver heels on. “You really do fucking love her.”

   He sighs and looks up at you, watching your hitching breaths fall off your perfect lips as your eyes light up the entire glow of the room. “Yeah, I really do.” 

   You smile down at him and stroke your fingers through his messy locks of tousled hair. “And I really love him,” you reply, your voice dripping of love with every syllable you speak.

   “Guess it’s my cue to leave. Let you two love birds enjoy yourselves,” she chuckles as she grabs her car keys off the wooden dresser.

   “Yeah, probably should,” you giggle. Before she walks out, you stop her as her hand hits the golden doorknob. “Hey, thank you again, for letting me experience what you did for me.”

   The blonde nods and curtsies. “It was my pleasure, trust me.” Joel looks over and gives her a curt nod of his head as a tight smile forms over his lips. “As for you, Joel. Don’t think you like sharing your woman. At least that’s what I picked up on.”

   He chuckles and shakes his head, looking back up at you as one calloused hand rakes down your thigh slowly. “Nah. Reckon I don’t,” he whispers, and you give him a jaw dropping smile that nearly makes his heart explode.

   The blonde woman chuckles and creaks the door open, walking out as she gives a goodbye wave. “Well, see you two around, I guess. Have a good night.”

   When the door shuts and her footsteps are gone, Joel crawls up to the head of the bed and crushes your body to his sweat gleamed chest, brushing his lips over your forehead as his fingers lace with yours. 

   “You have a good time tonight, sweetheart?” he asks as he strokes his lips against your warm cheek.

   “Mhm, I did,” you murmur. “But you know what the best part was?”

   “What?” he asks with a curious smile.

   “You.”

   He chuckles and cups your cheek, pulling your mouth to his as he gives you a long, slow kiss that tugs at his heartstrings. When he falls back on the pillow and cradles you against his broad chest, he whispers in your ear gently. “I love you, babygirl. So fuckin’ much. Happy birthday, sweetheart.”