#most important meal of the day

[mymangamemes]

Nothing beats the classic breakfast of bacon, grits, and two full loaves of bread.

From How to Reject my Obsessive Ex-Husband

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

art by @potatosonnet

[highbrow-hepcat]

[x0p4]

yayyy i LOVE comfy in bed scroll on tumblr time !!!!

[gubgam]

pulls out all the spices in the house and puts them in a teabag so I can have Everything Tea with my Everything Bagel

[quilltalent]

What's for Breakfast?

[jtem]

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“the most important meal of the day”

A/N: yeah so I guess me simply getting dressed this morning spurred the idea for pornstar!joel and baby love to do yoga together? I—yeah! Idk 😵‍💫

~word count: 956~

Summary: Joel eats you for breakfast

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: none, fluff, smut, domestic intimacy, amateur porn video, established relationship, oral (f receiving) unprotected piv, teasing, pet names, semi-public sex, one mention of the reader ovulating, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, they are disgustingly in love, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

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It was your suggestion that you and Joel should start causally filming vlogs depicting all the little special and real moments in your relationship outside of producing pornos. Joel was elated with the idea immediately, and later surprised you with a brand new handheld camcorder.

You were elated and feeling all those warm fuzzy feelings when he presented the camera to you with a frilly pink bow wrapped around it. Your excitement to document new memories with him on the camera was palpable as you gently threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly while his arms looped around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your neck affectionately.

He lived to see you happy even over the littlest things that he had to offer you.

You took to your socials immediately, gushing about Joel, and the new camera which you hinted at on your instagram story. In the corner of the screen you could see his thick middle finger pointed upwards, and his cheesy lopsided grin.

God, did you love this man.

The first video you filmed on the new camera was outside on Joel’s patio. It was a beautiful morning with you and your man participating in yoga with a side of breakfast. You had been the one to encourage him to start practicing yoga to help with the growing stiffness in his back and in his joints overall. He agreed enthusiastically to your suggestion, and he couldn’t say no to an excuse to see you in your cute workout clothes.

But between the mid-morning Texas humidity, and Joel’s occasional low grunts while he was in the downwards dog position, stretching out his back muscles with his head falling between his shoulders, and his salt and peppered hair all sweaty, falling in ringlets over his forehead, you could barely hold your composure for much longer.

There was an obvious wet patch forming through the breathable fabric of your workout shorts the longer you ogled at him, watching the way the muscles in his forearms flexed under the warm sun.

“What’re you lookin’ at, baby love?” His tone was low, deep, and rasping from the angle he was in. He looked over his shoulder at you, brows raised in amusement.

“Nothing, baby.” You lied sweetly, “you’re holding that position really well, Joel. Good job.”

He, however, was unconvinced with your response and slowly sat back on his thighs so that you had a direct view of the growing bulge in loose workout shorts. His cock was already growing hard and heavy, slicked with sweat and a drool of precum that stained the front of his shorts.

“S’that all I’m doin’ well? Can see ya ogling me like I’m your next meal.” He chuckled, grinning from ear to ear with his hands resting on his meaty, strong thighs.

“God fucking dammit.” You let out a groan and let yourself fall gracefully onto your back, thighs parting open so he can see the visible wet patch through the thin fabric. “I’m ovulating, you jackass. And you’re over there grunting and flexing your muscles and— fuck me—” you let out a strained laugh.

“And I’m as hard as a fucking slab of granite with you over there bending and twisting in ways that I didn’t know you could move in.” He nearly growled, eyes zoning in on the wet patch between your thighs. He was crawling towards you on the rubber yoga mat before you even had a chance to respond. “And you’re fuckin’ drippin’ right through your workout shorts, baby love.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You said sarcastically with a playful roll of your eyes as you sat up on your elbows.

He was between your thighs immediately, big hands grasping your bare skin and pressing you open so the breadth of his shoulders could fit snugly between you. He dragged the tip of his nose right through the wet patch of the fabric. Letting out a deep, manly groan from the mixed aroma of your sweat and arousal, feeling his cock twitch in his shorts.

You reached for his hair, tangling your fingers through the sweaty ringlets, gripping them tightly as he pressed his face further into your covered cunt. “You’re gonna spoil your breakfast, Joel.” You said with a soft giggle, lashes fluttering shut.

“Fuck the breakfast. I’m eatin’ you up instead.” He mumbled against you, dragging his tongue from your covered hole right to your pulsing clit. He nibbled playfully on the fabric with his teeth, pulling the elastic back slowly before letting it snapback. “Would much rather eat my girl, anyway.” He snickered, rubbing his nose back and forth against you, listening to your sweet little whines that spurred him on to continue with his ministrations with his skilled tongue.

More. More. More.

And while he could have just easily pulled down your shorts for easier access, he decided that ripping them open was the better alternative.

And before you could even think about scolding him for ripping your shorts, he was lapping at your folds, and suckling on your clit like a man that was absolutely pussy starved. His eyes were shut as obscene sounds were murmured against your soaked pussy.

Thank goodness neither of you had to worry about any peeping neighbors!

After you’ve come along his tongue more times than you or he can count, he’s slowly feeding you his cock which has grown painfully hard up until this point. He’s so hard, the tip of his cock is nearly swollen as he uses his thumb to press himself into your weeping little hole. He fucks you slow and deep, letting you feel all of him with your calves resting over his shoulders. He’s forgotten all about the ache in his lower back when he’s all far too consumed with you: his baby love, and your pretty pussy hugging him just right.

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[thatsbelievable]

[raisedbythetv89]

Xander really walked in on this👆🏻and his immediate assumption was Spike was still trying and FAILING to “get with Buffy”

I… I genuinely have no words for this level of both denial and stupidity like the sexual tension ALONE should have been enough to tip him off something had been going on for a WHILE

[rainwalker-dragonblade29]

Me: *skips breakfast*

Aunt Amaya:

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

Goodmorning 😚

[brainfreeze27]

drawing him is my favorite part of the day

[lovergirl]

I ❤️ BREAKFAST

[boolpropper]

-- A game of chess, Arista? I didn't know you played. --The creatures are put to bed. They're growing mighty fast.

-- Good. Soon enough I can train them. Once they're of age, I can present them to the queen as new knights of the realm.

--Arista, I appreciate you looking after them. It's no small task. --Aye. But I've got the experience. --If you don't mind me asking...you've raised children before? Your own? -- You think I've got children? Where dya suppose I'd be hidin' them? No. My work as a scullery maid in days past. Weaned many a babe in my day.

-- Your confidence is staggering. You remind me of a woman I once knew.

-- Can't be. I'm one of a kind, sherriff.

[pequenosol]