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Drunken Confessions

The phone rings just after midnight, and Joseph Woll doesn’t even hesitate to pick up when he sees your name flash across the screen.

“Jo?” Your voice is slurred, soft, and wobbly. “Can you come get me?”

He’s already sliding into his shoes and grabbing his keys. “Where are you?”

You rattle off the name of the bar, and that’s all it takes. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Stay right where you are, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, and he can hear the exhaustion and alcohol weighing you down.

Jo’s heart squeezes. He knows how reckless people can get on nights like this, and the thought of you being alone out there makes his stomach churn. He drives a little faster than he should, weaving through the late-night streets, all focused on getting to you.

When he finally pulls up, there you are—sitting on the curb, arms hugging your knees to your chest, makeup smudged from the night’s wear. You perk up the moment you see him. “Jo!” You stumble to your feet, nearly tripping over yourself.

He’s out of the car in an instant, catching you before you can fall. “Easy, easy,” he murmurs, steadying you with a hand on your back. “Let’s get you home, yeah?”

You lean into him, your cheek pressing against his shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “You’re the best,” you mumble, half-asleep already.

Jo chuckles, the sound low and warm. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.”

Back at his apartment, Jo helps you stumble inside. You kick off your heels and let out a little groan of relief, slumping onto his couch like you’ve just run a marathon. He crouches in front of you, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

“Let me get that makeup off, okay? You’ll feel better.”

You nod lazily, your head resting against the back of the couch. Jo disappears for a moment, returning with a makeup wipe and a soft towel. His hands are gentle, wiping away the streaks of eyeliner and mascara. You hum softly under his touch, and it takes everything in him not to melt right there on the spot.

Once your face is clean, he grabs one of his old t-shirts and a pair of sweats from his drawer. “Here,” he says, kneeling in front of you again. “Put these on.”

You blink up at him with bleary eyes. “You’re so nice to me, Jo.”

He gives you a soft smile. “Of course I am.”

You somehow manage to change into his clothes—his oversized t-shirt hanging loosely on you, the sweats a little too big but comfortable. Seeing you like that—wrapped in his scent, looking so at home in his space—makes his heart stutter in his chest.

God, he’s so in love with you.

You crawl into his bed like you’ve done a hundred times before, and Jo slips in next to you, leaving just enough space between you both. He tries to ignore how fast his heart is racing, how badly he wants to pull you into him and never let go.

Just as he’s starting to drift off, your sleepy voice breaks the silence.

“Jo?”

He hums softly.

“I love you.”

His breath catches.

“You’re drunk,” he whispers, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth even as his heart pounds. “Tell me again in the morning, when you’re sober.”

You giggle quietly, curling into your pillow. “Okay.”

Jo lies awake for a long time after that, staring at the ceiling, wondering if it was just the alcohol talking. But even if it was, for tonight, he lets himself imagine that it’s true.

Hours later, he’s pulled from sleep by the soft shift of the mattress. You’re moving closer, your body curling into his side. Jo stiffens for a moment, unsure if you’re even awake. Then your hand finds his chest, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“I love you, Jo,” you whisper, barely audible in the stillness of the room.

His heart feels like it might burst.

This time, there’s no hesitation. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, his hand smoothing down your back.

“I love you too,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You sigh softly in contentment, settling into him like you belong there—and maybe, just maybe, you always have.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, Joseph Woll falls asleep with a smile on his face, holding the one thing he’s wanted all along: you.

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Confined Confessions

The air was thick with tension as the door clicked shut behind Matt. Leaning against the frame, arms crossed, he shot a knowing smirk at you and Joseph Woll, clearly enjoying his scheme. “You two need to figure this out,” he said, then stepped back, shutting the door with a soft click, leaving you and Joseph alone in the small, dimly lit room.

Joseph stood across from you, his hands stuffed into his pockets, pacing like a restless animal. “This is ridiculous, Matt! You can’t just lock us in here!” His frustration was palpable, but it only masked a deeper urgency—a longing that had been building for far too long.

You couldn’t help but chuckle nervously, breaking the tension. “I’m sure he’s just pranking us, right?” you said, trying to lighten the mood. But even as you said it, you could see the uncertainty in Joseph’s eyes.

“Prank us?” he repeated, his voice low. “By locking us in a room? This is not going to fix anything!”

You took a step closer, feeling the space between you both shrink. “Fix what?”

Joseph paused, his gaze intense, before sighing deeply. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been losing my mind trying to figure out how pretend that I don't I love you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You… love me?” The words hung in the air, both electrifying and terrifying.

“Yeah.” He took a deep breath, stepping closer until you could feel the heat radiating off him. “I love you, and I I don't know if you feel the same way. But every time I see you with Matt, I feel guilty because I don’t want to ruin either of our relationships with him.”

You bit your lip, uncertainty flooding your thoughts. “Joseph, I—”

“Please, just hear me out.” He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I didn’t want to ruin anything, but it’s eating me alive. I want to be more than just your brother’s friend. I want to be with you.”

You felt a rush of warmth at his words, your heart racing. “But what if it doesn’t work out?”

“Isn’t it better to know than to keep pretending that there isn't this.. pull between us?” His eyes bore into yours, earnest and vulnerable.

For a moment, silence enveloped you both, the weight of his confession hanging heavy in the air. You could see the vulnerability in his gaze, the way he searched for hope in your reaction.

“I… I feel something too, Joseph,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “I’ve tried to ignore it, but it’s been hard. You’re not just Matt’s friend to me—you mean so much more.”

A flicker of hope ignited in his eyes, and before you could overthink it, you took a step closer. “What if we just—”

Before you could finish, he reached for you, pulling you into him, his lips crashing against yours. The kiss was electric, filled with all the frustration, longing, and passion that had been building between you for what felt like forever.

You melted into him, hands tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. Everything around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that small room, lost in the moment.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed, you couldn’t help but smile. “Wow, that was...”

Joseph chuckled softly, still holding you close. “So, is that a yes?”

You bit your lip, gazing into his eyes. “I think that’s a yes.”

“Good.” He grinned, pulling you in for another kiss, his hands finding your waist, drawing you closer.

Suddenly, the door rattled, and you both jumped apart, startled. Matthew’s voice came through the door, a teasing lilt in his tone. “I hope you two are figuring things out in there! I won’t let you out until you do!”

You exchanged a quick glance with Joseph, both of you laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “I guess we’re stuck here for a while,” you said, the thrill of your newfound connection lingering in the air.

“Fine by me,” Joseph said, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned closer again. “We have plenty of time to figure this out.”

As he kissed you once more, you realized that this was only the beginning of something incredible.

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First Kiss

You and Jo are sitting close on the couch in his apartment, the kind of closeness that makes your heart race—thighs brushing, his arm slung over the backrest, fingers occasionally grazing your shoulder. The movie playing on the screen is just background noise at this point, neither of you really paying attention.

There’s a tension in the air, heavy and electric, lingering between glances and half-smiles. It’s been building for a long time—years, even—but tonight it feels like it’s finally come to a head. You can feel it in the way his knee keeps bouncing, in how his hand fidgets like he’s working up the nerve to say something.

You decide to make the first move.

“Jo,” you say softly, turning toward him.

His blue eyes flick to yours, sharp and searching. “Yeah?”

You hesitate for a beat, your heart hammering in your chest. But the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only thing that matters—it gives you the courage you need.

“Do you want to kiss me?” you ask, your voice just above a whisper.

Jo’s breath catches, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Are you serious?”

You nod, heat creeping up your neck. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it… a lot.”

He shifts, leaning closer, and his voice drops to something low and husky. “Are you sure you want to do this? Like sure, sure?”

Your heart feels like it might burst from your chest, but you smile—soft, sincere, and a little nervous. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve been wanting to do this with you forever.”

Jo’s expression softens, but there’s something burning in his eyes now—something that makes your whole body tingle.

“Okay,” he breathes, and then his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you gently toward him.

The moment his lips meet yours, everything else falls away. His kiss is slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every second of it—like he’s waited just as long as you have for this.

You melt into him, your hands finding the soft fabric of his hoodie, gripping it like you need to keep yourself grounded. Jo’s other hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with the kind of tenderness that makes your knees weak.

When you finally pull back, both of you are breathing hard, your foreheads pressed together.

“God,” Jo whispers, a grin spreading across his face. “That was even better than I imagined.”

You laugh, giddy and lightheaded. “You’ve imagined it?”

“Yeah.” He presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, making your breath hitch. “A lot.”

You smile, your fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. “Me too.”

Jo pulls you in again, and this time there’s no hesitation—just the sweet, overwhelming certainty that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

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Falling in Love

The soft glow of fairy lights filled the cozy apartment, casting gentle shadows on the walls as you and Joseph sat on the couch, surrounded by a mix of snacks and the remnants of an unfinished movie. Laughter echoed in the air from a light-hearted scene, but your mind was elsewhere, caught up in the quiet moment you shared with him.

You glanced at Joseph, who was leaning back comfortably, his casual attire accentuating his relaxed demeanor. His dark hair fell into his eyes slightly, and he brushed it aside, a charming smile playing on his lips as he caught you staring.

“What’s that face for?” he asked, his voice playful yet curious.

You felt a flutter in your chest, suddenly aware of how close he was. His presence was intoxicating, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him. You opened your mouth to respond but hesitated, unsure of how to express the mix of feelings swirling inside you.

Before you could speak, Joseph leaned in closer, his lips barely ghosting over your ear. The sensation sent a thrill down your spine, and you held your breath, completely captivated by the moment. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered, his voice low and sincere.

Your heart raced at his confession, disbelief mingling with joy. You pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, searching for any hint of a joke, but all you found was genuine affection reflected in his gaze.

“Joseph, are you serious?” you breathed, your pulse quickening.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his expression unwavering. “I’ve felt this way for a while, but I didn’t know how to tell you.”

A smile broke across your face, warmth spreading through your chest as you processed his words. “I think I might be falling for you too,” you admitted, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

Joseph’s grin widened, illuminating his features. “Really?” he asked, hope evident in his voice.

“Really,” you confirmed, unable to contain the happiness bubbling inside you.

He leaned in again, this time pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes dancing with delight. “So, what do you say we take this to the next level and go out for dinner? Just the two of us?”

“I’d love that,” you replied, your heart swelling at the thought of being with him, fully and completely.

In that moment, surrounded by the cozy ambiance of the apartment, you knew this was the beginning of something special—something you both had quietly hoped for.

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In a quiet moment with Joseph Woll, you gently cup his cheeks in your hands, your thumbs brushing softly against his skin. His warm eyes close in contentment as you lean forward to press a tender kiss on his forehead. As your lips linger for just a moment, you feel him smile beneath your touch. Without a word, he nuzzles his face deeper into your palm, seeking comfort and closeness, his nose brushing against your skin. His arms wrap around you, drawing you closer, and in the quiet of that shared warmth, everything feels perfect.

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Joseph Woll definitely has that soft, wholesome energy that makes every moment special. He’s the kind of guy who values creating memories with the people he cares about, and it shows in the way he plans thoughtful dates. When he suggests going to a pottery class or one of those paint-your-own pottery studios, you know it’s going to be something meaningful and fun. The whole vibe would be cozy, with him focused on the activity but stealing little glances your way, his smile soft and warm.

During the class, you’d both be sitting at a table, working on your pieces, covered in specks of paint. He’d laugh when his bowl turns out slightly uneven, but he’d be proud of it anyway, thinking it’s a cute reflection of the day you spent together. He’d glance over at your piece, eyes lighting up at how detailed and beautiful it looks, and offer playful compliments with that easygoing charm of his.

Afterwards, as the pieces dry or get fired, he'd casually suggest grabbing ice cream—his go-to post-activity treat. You’d walk together, laughing and talking about the day, and he’d surprise you by knowing all the best flavors to try. He'd share his dessert with you, making small, sweet moments out of simple things. It's that kind of care, attention, and softness that makes being with Joseph feel like home—he's all about the experience and connection, making even a simple date night unforgettable.

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First Kiss

The air in Joseph Woll’s apartment was electric, filled with the energy of victory after the Leafs' thrilling win. The walls echoed with the cheers of the game replaying on the television, but all he could focus on was the warmth of you in his arms. He pulled you closer, your bodies fitting together as if they were meant to be, and buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling the comforting scent of your shampoo mingled with the faintest hint of the cologne he wore.

Your laughter still rang in his ears from the moments spent celebrating, but it was the feel of your heartbeat against him that truly grounded him. In that moment, the noise faded away, leaving only the two of you and the whirlwind of emotions surrounding the night. As he held you tight, he felt bold, caught up in the euphoria of the win and the warmth radiating from your skin.

Absentmindedly, he pressed a soft kiss against your neck, the warmth of your skin igniting a spark within him. But as he felt you freeze in his arms, a wave of panic washed over him. The moment stretched, the reality of what he’d done crashing over him like a cold wave. He instinctively pulled away, his heart racing as he stammered, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—”

Before he could finish, your arms tightened around him, your fingers weaving through his hair as if anchoring him to the moment. He looked into your eyes, searching for a hint of discomfort, but all he found was an unexpected tenderness. “Don’t,” you whispered softly, your breath warm against his face.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, uncertainty lacing his words.

You nodded, a gentle smile breaking across your lips as you pulled him closer again, resting your forehead against his. “I want you to kiss me, Jo. It’s okay,” you murmured, your gaze unwavering.

His heart soared at your words. With newfound confidence, he leaned in again, this time capturing your lips with his, feeling the heat between you both rise. It was sweet and tentative at first, but as you melted into him, the kiss deepened, erasing any traces of doubt lingering in his mind.

As you finally pulled away, he couldn’t help but grin, feeling lighter than air. “I’m glad I didn’t ruin the night,” he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Never,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just make sure you keep kissing me like that.”

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Joseph woll #20 from ur smut scenario list but like long and detailed

Sleepy domestic sex

You're just trying to make me cry at this point nonnie

It’s early morning, that quiet space where the world is still wrapped in dreams. The first hint of daylight slips through the edges of the curtains, casting soft streaks of light across the bed. You’re half-awake, drifting in that peaceful state between sleep and wakefulness, when you feel the warmth of Joseph’s body shift beside you.

His arm is draped loosely around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, the steady rhythm of his breath brushing against the nape of your neck. Even half-asleep, the familiar scent of him—cologne and something uniquely Joseph—makes you feel safe and content.

He stirs, his lips brushing lazily along the curve of your shoulder, pressing kisses so soft they feel like whispers. There’s no urgency, only the slow, tender kind of affection that exists in the still moments of the morning. His hand moves from your waist, sliding over the curve of your hip and resting there, his fingers drawing light, lazy circles against your skin.

You hum softly, shifting under his touch, and feel the slight smile against your shoulder as his lips curve. His nose nudges behind your ear, murmuring a low, gravelly “Good morning,” though it’s more of a breath than a spoken word.

You turn in his arms, facing him, eyes still heavy with sleep. His hair is tousled from the pillow, and there’s a warmth in his gaze that makes your heart swell. He leans in, kissing you slowly—no rush, no need for anything but the simple pleasure of your lips against his.

The kiss deepens, a slow build of affection that curls like warmth in your belly. He shifts, his body moving with the same unhurried ease, like you have all the time in the world. His hand traces the dip of your spine, pulling you closer until your bare skin is flush with his.

“Can I?” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep and something tender, as though asking for permission to draw you further into this quiet moment.

You nod, words unnecessary, and guide him with the press of your hips. He moves with care, every touch deliberate and gentle, as if he’s memorizing the feeling of you. The rhythm is slow, like the gentle sway of waves, a languid ebb and flow that leaves you both breathless in the best way.

It’s not about chasing a high or reaching the end—just existing together in this space, connected in every way that matters. His forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your lips, the two of you sharing soft moans and whispered names as the world outside stays quiet.

When you finally still, neither of you moves to break the closeness. His arms remain wrapped around you, his lips pressing a kiss to your temple as you both drift back into the comfort of sleep, wrapped in the quiet intimacy only shared in the early hours of the morning.

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Joseph woll not being able to keep his hands of the baby bump once it starts showing. He just can’t stop touching or talking to the bump.

As soon as her baby bump begins to show, Joseph's world seems to narrow in on it. His fingers reach instinctively, grazing over her stomach with a tenderness she’s never seen before. Whether they're lounging on the couch or getting ready for bed, his hands find their way there, circling gently or pressing kisses to her bump as he talks to it.

“Hey, little one,” he murmurs, voice softer than usual, pressing his lips against her belly. “Your dad’s got big plans for you, just wait.”

Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Standing in line for coffee, his hand rests protectively over her bump, thumb tracing slow, gentle circles. She notices the way his expression softens, his eyes lighting up when he feels even the smallest movement beneath his palm.

In the evenings, he’ll settle his head on her lap, ear pressed to her stomach as if he’s trying to catch whispers of a heartbeat. “I can’t believe we did this,” he says, voice full of wonder. “Can’t wait to meet you, but take your time, okay? We’re doing just fine out here.”

It’s like the two of them have their own little world, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything. Watching Joseph fall in love with their baby before they’ve even arrived is more than she ever dreamed possible.

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Joseph Woll is just the cutest (this gif? I'm dead) anyway I had this idea pop into my when I went to a concert the other day and now I'm just imagining him taking you to the eras tour. @stayg-0ld this one's for you 💖 (this is not the way i imagined this blurb going but I hope you enjoy it anyway)

"Shit." You heard someone mumble from the living room. You frowned, not expecting your boyfriend to be home in the middle of the day.

"Babe, is everything okay?" You shouted, hanging your coat up and slipping your shoes off. Before you could walk any further Joseph came out, blocking the living room from your sight. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what he was hiding from you.

"You don't wanna go in there. Me and Kniesy have kinda made a mess. Don't worry we'll clean it up." Joseph said, trying to stop you from going inside.

"Oh, Matt's here?" You asked, wondering what your boyfriend and his teammate were up to.

"Hey, Y/N!" Matt shouted from the other room.

"What are you guys up to you?" You tried looking pass Joseph but his 6 foot 3 frame blocked your view.

"Just helping Kniesy with something." Was all he said. You waited expectantly for him to clarify but he diverted the conversation quickly. "Why don't you take a bath while we clean up." Joseph gently guided you towards the bathroom. You decided to let it go for now, noting to yourself to ask him about it later. He started running the bath for you as you undressed, taking the towel he held out for you. "I'm going to go and get rid of Matt." Joseph stuttered, taking in the sight of you in your underwear. The objective of distracting you long gone.

"If you succeed you can come and join me." You winked at him, leaning to press a kiss on his cheek before settling into the bath.

Joseph went back to living room seeing Matt finish the last bracelet. "How's it going?" He asked.

"It's officially finished." Matt told his friend and a look of relief washed over Joseph.

"Thank you. I owe you one." Matt said, taking the bracelet in his hand and inspected it. Doubt suddenly set in, worried you'd hate the surprise. "Do you think Y/N will like it?"

"I hope so. This took us ages." Matt joked before assuring Joseph. "Y/N will love it. You'll be the best boyfriend ever." A small smile crept on his face with a sigh of relief. "I'm going to head out. Let me know how it goes. Tell her I say bye." Matthew grabbed his coat and left the goalie to give you his surprise.

It was a few hours later that the two of you were curled up on the couch, comfy clothes on and a blanket thrown over you both. Joseph's arm was resting on the back of the sofa as you layed your head on his chest. He was sure you could feel his heart rate pick up. He was going to give you the gift now and he was nervous. Joseph had no reason to be nervous. It wasn't like you've given him a reason to. He just wanted you to like it. Even with Matt's reassurance he had a little doubt still.

"I got you something." Joseph said softly. You sat up, turning to look at him. He reached down beside the couch and pulled out a bag, Matt's idea of a good hiding spot.

You gently took the bag from him, taking the gift out. It was friendship bracelets tied together. "Babe." You gasped, reading each bracelet. 'Will you go to the eras tour with me' it read. You read it over and over again to make sure you were reading it correctly. The letters never changed.

"So? What do you say? I've got two tickets." Joseph said after a moment of silence. You hadn't even realised you hasn't answer him yet, so engrossed in the black letters on each white charm.

"Oh my gosh! Yes!" You exclaimed, flinging your arms around him and pressing your lips against his. He caught you, resting his hands on your ass so you wouldn't fall. "This is the best gift ever. Thank you."

"I was worried you wouldn't like it." Joseph admitted and you gaped at him like he grew another head.

"I love it. It's the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me." You assured him, cupping his cheeks. "I. Love. You. Joseph Woll." You annunciated with kisses, a soft blush crept on his cheeks. You stayed staying his knee, running your fingers over the bracelets, taking in every little detail. "Wait, did you make this yourself?" You asked.

"Kniesy helped a bit." Joseph admitted. "But yeah I made it myself." You giggled to yourself, imagining your six foot three boyfriend trying to put tiny beads onto a thread. It warmed your heart, the effort he went to for you. It solidified your thoughts that he was the man you were going to marry.

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Coyote finds old dog toy, acts like a puppy A photographer spotted a coyote as it trotted into her yard and explored a toy left in the snow. What she managed to capture on camera is the beauty of play.

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Riding Joseph Woll hard in the backseat of a car. Letting him cum inside you (or maybe he’s just so fucked out from the pleasure that it just happens) and him promising to fuck it back into you once you get home.

In The Car

The cramped backseat of the car felt electric as you straddled Joseph Woll, your bodies pressed tightly together. The air was thick with anticipation, and the hum of the city outside faded into a distant background as you lost yourselves in each other.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you as you began to ride him, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. His eyes darkened with lust, watching your every move with an intensity that made your heart race.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his, the kiss deepening as you rolled your hips, feeling him fill you completely. The thrill of being so exposed and vulnerable in such a public space heightened every sensation, every moan escaping your lips.

“Just like that,” he murmured against your mouth, his breath warm and heavy. “You’re driving me insane.”

With every thrust, you could feel the tension building between you, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. You lost yourself in the rhythm, the world outside forgotten as pleasure coursed through you, each movement igniting a fire deep within.

“Joseph,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as you quickened your pace. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he replied, his voice strained, his grip tightening on your hips as he thrust up to meet you, desperate and hungry. “Don’t stop, just like that.”

As you felt the pressure build to a breaking point, your body tightened around him, and with a few more powerful movements, you were sent over the edge, pleasure crashing over you like a wave. You cried out his name, feeling his hips stutter beneath you as he lost control, filling you with warmth.

“Shit,” he groaned, the intensity of his release washing over him, his eyes closing in ecstasy. You could feel him pulsing inside you, and the overwhelming feeling of fullness made your head spin.

Once the high subsided, Joseph opened his eyes, a playful smirk creeping onto his lips. “You’re not getting away that easy,” he said, catching his breath. “Once we get home, I’m going to fuck it back into you. You’ll feel me for days.”

A shiver of excitement coursed through you at his words, the promise lingering in the air between you. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear, whispering, “I can’t wait.”

As you slowly began to pull away, you couldn’t help but notice the glint in his eyes, filled with a mixture of mischief and desire. He looked completely wrecked, and yet you knew this was only the beginning of a night filled with passion.

“Just wait,” he said, the promise of more hanging between you as you settled back against the seat, your body still humming with pleasure. “I’ll make sure you remember this.”

With that, the two of you shared a knowing smile, the thrill of what was to come igniting a fire within you both.

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Heyy I think it would be super cute if u did the fluff prompt 22 with Joseph W. Like maybe he hates sharing drinks with people until the two of u start dating. And the team and their gfs go out for dinner and someone points out how Joey shares his drink with u and that’s how he knows Joey really likes u. Sorry this is so long for no reason lol

Sharing

The restaurant was lively, the sound of clinking glasses, laughter, and casual conversations filling the air. You sat nestled next to Joey in the booth, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh under the table. The Maple Leafs players and their significant others were scattered around, enjoying dinner and drinks after a long week of practice and games.

You were happily sipping from your drink when Joey reached over, plucking the glass from your hand without hesitation. He took a long sip before sliding it back to you, his arm brushing against yours in the process.

You barely thought anything of it, but that was when Mitch Marner leaned across the table with a dramatic gasp. “Did Joey just... drink from your glass?” Mitch’s eyes widened as if he’d witnessed some monumental event. “No way.”

Matthew Knies grinned from the other end of the table, pointing a fork at you. “You’re officially the one now. Joey doesn’t share drinks with anyone.”

You glanced at Joey, confused but amused. “What’s the big deal?”

Mitch snorted. “You don’t get it. Joey’s weird about sharing food and drinks—like, germaphobe-level weird.” He turned to Joey, grinning mischievously. “But you? You get to sip from his glass like it’s nothing.”

Joey rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered by the attention, though a slight pink tinge dusted his cheeks. “It’s not a big deal,” he muttered, trying to wave it off.

“Not a big deal?” Mitch teased, nudging Knies with his elbow. “Dude, this is like... huge. This man didn’t even share a water bottle with me when I forgot mine during practice once.”

You laughed, leaning into Joey. “You really hate sharing that much?”

Joey shrugged, a small, sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I guess I don’t mind with you.” He reached for your drink again, taking another sip just to make a point.

The table erupted in playful laughter and teasing, but Joey didn’t seem to care. Instead, he laced his fingers with yours under the table, squeezing gently as his warm smile stayed firmly in place.

You couldn’t help but grin, your heart fluttering at the small but meaningful gesture. Joey might not have been the most expressive guy, but actions spoke louder than words—and this? This was his way of saying I really like you.

And from the way he kept stealing sips from your glass all night, you knew he meant it.

[asmilinghopelessromantic]

Reader coming home to Joseph Woll taking a nap in the bedroom and they climb onto his lap to wake him with kisses. With smut prompt #15 “I had a very nice dream that started like this”

The apartment was quiet when you arrived home, the soft hum of the fridge the only sound accompanying your footsteps. You kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag by the door, moving silently toward the bedroom, where you knew Joey had likely crashed for a nap after practice.

Pushing the door open, you found him sprawled across the bed, one arm slung over his eyes, his shirt slightly rucked up to reveal a sliver of skin. His steady breaths were slow and deep, lips parted slightly as he dozed.

Grinning to yourself, you tiptoed closer, unable to resist the temptation. The bed dipped under your weight as you climbed onto it, gently straddling his lap. Joey stirred beneath you but didn’t wake, his brow furrowing slightly.

Leaning down, you pressed soft, featherlight kisses along his jaw, trailing them toward the corner of his mouth. His breath hitched, and his hips shifted beneath you, his body reacting even in sleep.

“Joey,” you whispered between kisses, your lips brushing his skin. “Wake up, baby.”

His eyes fluttered open slowly, a sleepy, dazed smile spreading across his face as he registered your presence. “Mmm,” he hummed, his hands finding your hips automatically. “I had a very nice dream that started like this…”

You grinned, grinding down slightly against his lap, feeling him harden beneath you. “Oh? How did it end?”

His fingers tightened on your hips, guiding your movements as his sleepy smile turned into something darker, needier. “Let’s find out,” he murmured, leaning up to capture your lips in a slow, heated kiss.

Your hands threaded through his hair, tugging gently as he groaned into your mouth. The lazy pace of the kiss quickly dissolved as his grip on you grew firmer, pulling you down harder against his erection, the friction making both of you gasp.

“God, I missed you,” Joey muttered, trailing kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Need you, right now.”

You reached between you, brushing your fingers over the waistband of his sweatpants, feeling his breath hitch. “Then take me, Joey,” you whispered, shifting your hips deliberately. “Right here.”

He groaned, his self-control slipping away entirely as he flipped you beneath him. His lips crashed back into yours, hands already tugging your clothes aside in desperate need to finish what your kisses had started.

And if the way he moved against you was anything like his dream? Neither of you was getting much sleep anytime soon.

[asmilinghopelessromantic]

Telling Joseph Woll “ I want to fuck you so hard you black out a little when you cum.” With #64(“hmm, is that a threat or a promise”) and #12(“well, let’s see what happens tonight.”) from the smut prompt list

Joey was sprawled out on the couch, his hair tousled from practice, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. You stood at the edge of the room, eyeing him like a predator ready to pounce, desire curling low in your stomach.

He looked up from his phone when he noticed your gaze, one brow quirking. “What’s that look for?”

You didn’t answer right away, stepping closer until you were standing between his spread legs. His hands instinctively came to rest on your hips as you leaned down, lips brushing his ear.

“I want to fuck you so hard you black out a little when you cum,” you whispered, letting the words drip with intent.

Joey froze for a second, caught between shock and arousal. His eyes darkened as he tilted his head up to meet your gaze, a slow smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

“Hmm,” he murmured, voice low and filled with promise. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

You smiled, biting your bottom lip teasingly. “Well,” you said, dragging a hand down his chest, feeling the way his breath hitched beneath your touch. “Let’s see what happens tonight.”

Joey’s grip on your hips tightened, his pupils blown wide as he stared at you like you were the only thing that existed. “You better mean that,” he muttered, his voice rough with anticipation.

“Oh, I do,” you whispered, sliding a hand beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, teasing the edge of his growing hardness. “And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll know it too.”

A groan rumbled deep in his throat as he pulled you onto his lap, hands roaming your body eagerly. Whatever you’d planned for the night, one thing was certain—Joey was more than ready to see it through to the end.

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You settled onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips as you pressed your body flush against him. The heat radiating from his skin made your heart race, and you could feel the undeniable hardness beneath you, eager for attention.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his hands roaming over your thighs, inching closer to the hem of your shirt. “I can’t wait to see you come apart for me.”

His words sent a thrill through you, and you leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. “You have no idea what you’re in for, Joey,” you murmured, nipping playfully at his collarbone.

With a low growl, he grasped your waist and stood up, effortlessly lifting you as he carried you toward the bedroom. Your heart raced in anticipation, knowing that every teasing promise was about to be fulfilled.

Once inside, he set you down on the bed but didn’t let you linger. He leaned over you, pinning your arms above your head, his body hovering just inches from yours. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his voice dark and demanding, sending shivers down your spine.

“I want you to make me scream your name,” you replied, your breath catching as you felt his weight pressing down on you, both thrilling and deliciously overwhelming. “I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name.”

With a smirk, he released your wrists and slid his hands down your sides, exploring your curves. “You’re going to get exactly what you asked for,” he promised, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

As his mouth moved against yours, you could feel the tension building between you, an electric charge that crackled in the air. His hands traveled to your waist, gripping you tightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasingly flicking against yours.

You gasped as he pulled away, breathing heavily, eyes dark with desire. “And I’m going to make sure you remember this night,” he growled, pushing you back into the pillows.

His hands worked quickly, tugging at your clothes until they were discarded on the floor, leaving you bare beneath him. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he took in the sight of you, his breath hitching slightly. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice laced with awe.

He pressed kisses along your body, starting at your collarbone and trailing down to your breasts, teasing your nipples with his tongue. Each flick sent shockwaves through you, building the fire deep inside. “Joey,” you whimpered, your body arching toward him, desperate for more.

“Patience, babe,” he said, pulling away to look at you, his expression a mix of lust and determination. “I want to take my time and make you feel every single second.”

With that, he kissed his way down your stomach, taking his time to savor every inch of you. You could feel the heat pooling lower, your body responding eagerly to his touch. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and intense. “Are you ready for me?”

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “Yes, please.”

He grinned, positioning himself between your legs, the anticipation palpable in the air. “Hold on tight,” he teased, his voice low and teasing as he pushed into you slowly, filling you completely.

The sensation made you gasp, and you could feel yourself clenching around him, desperate for more. “Just like that,” he murmured, slowly starting to move, building a rhythm that made your body sing with pleasure.

You wrapped your legs around him, urging him deeper as he set a steady pace. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you, building that familiar tension within.

“Joey, I’m so close,” you breathed, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Let go for me, babe,” he encouraged, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he quickened his pace, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. “I want to see you fall apart.”

With a few more thrusts, you felt the tension snap, a wave of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out his name.

“Good girl,” he groaned, his grip on you tightening as he thrust harder, chasing his own release. You could see the way his muscles tensed, his face contorted in pleasure, and it sent another rush through you.

He came with a low growl, filling you completely, and as he collapsed onto you, the two of you lay there breathless, hearts racing, the world outside forgotten.

After a moment, he lifted his head to look at you, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “So, how’d I do?”

You laughed, brushing your fingers through his hair, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. “I’d say you definitely lived up to my promise.”

“Good,” he said, smirking as he leaned down to kiss you again, more gently this time. “Because I plan on making that a regular thing.”

You grinned, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest as you snuggled closer to him. “I can’t wait.”

As the two of you lay tangled together, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you and the promise of more nights like this to come.

[asmilinghopelessromantic]

i wanna be your girlfriend | joseph woll

"Although my lips are blue and I'm cold, I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips, I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath."

*** request: "heyyy idk if ur requests are open, if they're not sorry but if its open could write joseph woll with the fluff prompts 8 1 6 7 thx!💙"

summary: three times you wanted to be joseph's girlfriend, and one time he told you were. word count: 3.4k pairing: joseph woll x fem!reader warnings: nothing just fluff! notes:

I don't think a day will come where my requests won't be open. i love getting them and I will do all of them in time!

that being said this one is pretty fresh because I wanted to write fluff

I <3 woller but I fear stolarz may be the better goalie

***

You stand outside Joseph’s door, your fingers anxiously playing with the loose threads on your sweater. The text he sent earlier was simple—"Come over." No emojis, no winks, just that. He’s never been big on texting anyway, more of an in-person communicator. But still, your mind races: "Does he mean…?" It wouldn’t be crazy to assume. After all, every guy before him wanted the same thing. With Jo, though, everything felt different, softer, and in a way you hadn’t realized you needed until he showed you.

You take a deep breath and knock softly, expecting maybe a smirk, or even Jo shirtless. Instead, the door opens to reveal Joseph in full pajama mode: a messy-haired, sleepy-eyed masterpiece. He’s in a soft navy t-shirt with the Urban Dictionary definition of “Pianist” printed on it—a shirt you’re almost sure his dad got him after vetoing any more Lego sets. The matching blue flannel pants complete the picture. Before you can even process, you’re scooped up into his arms, enveloped in the warmth of him.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice soft as he holds you close. His embrace is tight, lingering. You wait for a kiss or some whispered flirtation, but he just sways a little, his chin resting atop your head, like he’s exactly where he wants to be. And it’s… just a hug. Like a long, soul-squeezing hug.

When he finally lets go, he gives you a soft smile and grabs your hand, tugging you to the couch. You settle in, or try to—but Jo seems to have other plans. He makes a point of plopping down right next to you, his arm immediately reaching to pull you into him. And when you don’t lean into him right away, his eyes narrow, his lips curving into a slight pout.

“Uh, are you waiting for an invitation?” he teases, tugging you just a little closer. You chuckle awkwardly, glancing away to mask the small storm of confusion brewing inside you.

"I thought you invited me over for…” you trail off, searching for the right word, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks.

He just laughs, leaning back comfortably. “Nah, I just wanted to see you.” His tone is so casual, so easygoing that it leaves you spinning. He shoots you a raised eyebrow, like it’s obvious, like this—spending time together, no rush, no ulterior motives—is all he wanted. “And… cuddle?”

You blink, a bit stunned as you settle further into the couch beside him. Joseph’s hand remains loosely wrapped around yours, his thumb running small, absent-minded circles over your knuckles. The ease in his touch, the way he nestles right up next to you without a second thought—it makes your heart stutter. You’d half-expected this to go somewhere different, somewhere faster, given how things have gone with other guys before. But here he is, not rushing a thing, just… holding you.

You glance over at him, catching the soft smile that lights up his face. There's no way he doesn't see the question in your eyes, the quiet wariness that sneaks in around the edges of your smile, but he doesn’t seem fazed. Instead, he shifts a little closer, his head tilting down until his forehead almost brushes yours.

"Thought I’d keep you all to myself tonight," he murmurs, voice low and gentle, and the words roll over you with a surprising weight. It’s something you’d expect from a boyfriend—but was he really?

“Jo…” You hesitate, biting the inside of your cheek. The term boyfriend echoes faintly in your mind, but it feels too bold, too loaded, too good to actually be true. You push the thought away, trying to convince yourself it’s just a cuddle.

The warmth of his hand against your skin pulls you back to the present, and you feel yourself leaning just a little closer as his arms wrap around you, cocooning you in a snug, steady warmth. He settles his head gently against yours, exhaling like he’s finally where he wants to be. “I missed you today. Just couldn’t wait to have you here.”

The softness in his voice—the way he speaks as if your presence means something special—sends a flutter through your chest. You can feel your cheeks warming as he murmurs against your hair, his breath tickling your temple, “All week, I kept thinking, when’s Friday night coming around?” He chuckles softly, almost as if he’s embarrassed to admit it, though you sense he isn’t trying to hide anything. "You’re my favorite part of the week, you know."

And just like that, you’re melting. You feel that familiar warmth creeping up from your chest, seeping into your cheeks. He says it so easily, like you should already know, like this kind of attention and gentleness is just what he does.

“You… missed me?” The words slip out before you can catch them, but you can’t help the quiet disbelief. You’re used to people missing you for different reasons, wanting you close but only until they get what they’re after. Joseph, though, only seems interested in holding you, curling himself around you like you’re the one thing that makes him feel safe.

Joseph laughs softly, brushing his nose against your hair. “I did, yeah.” His arms tighten around you, a gentle squeeze that makes you feel as if he’s holding on a little extra just for the sake of it. “I think about you a lot,” he whispers, his voice softening, as if he’s telling you a secret meant for you alone. “How your laugh sounds, the way your eyes crinkle at the edges when you smile. Just… everything.” He chuckles softly, nuzzling against you. “Even when I’m on the ice, I get a little distracted.”

You blink, surprised. “Wait—you think about me… when you’re in goal?”

“Mmhmm.” He sounds so content, so comfortable, like he’s just stating an obvious truth. “Keeps me calm, actually. Makes it feel like I’ve got my good luck charm with me.”

The comment is so sweet it nearly takes your breath away, and for a moment, your heart forgets its steady rhythm. You let his words settle around you, feeling the delicate weight of them, wondering what they mean. Could he… really think of you that way? That closely?

You find yourself burrowing a little deeper into his side, savoring the feel of his heartbeat against your cheek. Joseph sighs contentedly, his hand drifting up to your shoulder to rub small, soothing circles along your back.

*** One slow morning, you find yourself in Joseph's kitchen, trying (and failing) to focus on your coffee while he hums a tune from the living room. He’s balancing a Lego creation on the coffee table, muttering under his breath as he searches for the right piece. You peek around the corner, watching him rummage through the little plastic bricks with the focus of someone solving a grand puzzle.

This whole thing with Joseph has left your thoughts scrambled, especially since he’s been acting… more than friendly. He’d always made you feel safe, but this was different—like he was actually holding on, like he didn’t just want you here; he needed you here. It made your heart ache with a cautious hope you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You walk into the room, offering a shy smile as you sit on the arm of the couch, knees pulled to your chest. “What’re you working on this time?” you ask, gesturing to the bricks.

Joseph looks up, his face lighting up at your presence. “Trying to get this tower stable enough,” he explains, grinning. “I was thinking… we should build a whole skyline of cities we want to visit. Start with Paris?”

His words catch you off-guard—we. He says it so casually, like it’s natural, like he’s planned out a future with you. Before you can think of a response, he taps the seat beside him, gesturing for you to join.

“You really wanna do that? With me?” The question slips out before you can help it, and he looks over, eyebrows raised.

He chuckles, shifting slightly until his knee nudges yours. “Why do you say that like it’s surprising?”

“I just… I mean…” You pause, chewing on your lip as you search for the right words. Why does he want me here? You’re used to people who flit in and out, never staying long enough to know what makes you laugh or to learn your favorite coffee order.

Joseph sets down the Lego piece, turning to face you fully. His hand reaches over, brushing gently along your cheek. “You’re here, aren’t you? With me?”

Your breath catches at the way his gaze settles on you, as if he’s trying to read the worry etched into your thoughts. His hand drops, his expression softening. “Sometimes you look at me like you’re surprised I’m still around,” he murmurs, a gentle teasing in his tone, though his eyes hold something deeper. “Why wouldn’t I be here?”

You shrug, suddenly very aware of the warm blush creeping up your cheeks. “I don’t know, I just… haven’t had someone stick around like this.”

Joseph chuckles softly, leaning a little closer. His voice drops to a whisper, his smile mischievous. “Are you blushing?”

You fumble for a response, feeling your face grow even warmer. “Maybe.” You manage to laugh, but you can’t ignore the way his words wrap around you, holding you steady even as your own thoughts run circles.

He shifts, nudging you just enough that you topple sideways into his shoulder. His arm slips around you, and you feel him squeeze your shoulder, pulling you in close, his chin resting on top of your head. For a moment, you feel entirely wrapped up in him, like he’s a world you could lose yourself in. 

***

A few days later, you find yourself outside an outdoor ice rink, bundled in a sweater, scarf, and a pair of figure skates that you’re not entirely sure how to handle. The air is crisp, snowflakes drifting lazily down around you after the first snow of the year, and everything feels like it’s been taken from a cozy winter postcard. Joseph is just ahead, already lacing up his hockey skates with a kind of casual efficiency that, frankly, has you feeling a little envious. He’s in a simple hoodie under his jacket, his face alight with boyish excitement, and you can’t help but smile at the sight.

When he looks up, his grin widens, and he pats the spot next to him on the bench. “Need a hand?”

“Maybe,” you admit, shooting him a look as you clumsily try to pull the laces. But he doesn’t wait—he’s already leaning over, his fingers easily working the knots with a precision that reminds you he probably does this a million times a day as a goalie. His fingers are quick and careful, and you feel your cheeks heating up under his focus, his face close to yours as he works.

“There,” he says finally, tugging your skates snug and glancing up at you, his expression soft and fond. He’s been looking at you like this a lot lately, you realize—quiet and steady, as if he has all the time in the world to be here with you. The realization brings a flutter to your chest, mingling with the strange warmth that always seems to settle when he’s around.

You push the thought away as he pulls you to your feet, gripping your hand as he steps out onto the ice with a grace that’s annoyingly effortless. You, however, stumble immediately, a half-gasp, half-laugh escaping as your arms flail for balance.

“Whoa, okay—yup, just… super graceful,” you mutter, trying to ease the embarrassment with a laugh. Joseph chuckles, slipping his hands around your waist to steady you.

“Hey, I’ve got you,” he says, his voice soft, reassuring. “We’ll go slow.”

With his hands resting firmly on your waist, he guides you gently onto the rink. The ice is smooth beneath you, and you can feel your ankles wobbling, your grip on his hand tighter than you intended. But Joseph just laughs softly, his thumb brushing circles over the back of your hand.

"Having fun?" he teases, his face close as he leads you carefully, his smile warm enough to melt whatever’s left of the lingering nerves.

"I mean, if by fun you mean trying not to fall on my face, then yes. Loads." You laugh, and he laughs too, his eyes crinkling at the edges, completely oblivious to your slightly panicked grip.

Joseph’s pace is steady, and you start to feel a little more confident—until you try to take a bigger step and immediately slip, your hands clutching his arms as you wobble. He catches you, though, pulling you close enough that your laughter fades into a quiet, shared moment. His hands tighten slightly on your waist, keeping you anchored as he murmurs, “See? Told you I’ve got you.”

And just like that, you’re aware of how close he is, his gaze holding yours with that quiet, unwavering look he’s always giving you. A blush creeps up your cheeks, and you force yourself to glance away, hiding behind a laugh. "Alright, alright, you win this round, Mr. Goalie."

But he doesn’t let go. Instead, he pulls you a little closer, his hand brushing against your cheek as he steadies you. “You know,” he starts, his voice quiet but warm, “I think I’m obsessed with you.”

The words land so softly it takes you a second to even process them. He says it so easily, like it’s obvious, like he’s stating a fact that shouldn’t surprise you in the slightest. But it does. Your heart does a little flip, and you feel the blush deepen as you try to laugh it off, though it comes out shakier than you meant.

“You… really?” you ask, unable to mask the disbelief lacing your words.

He chuckles, his eyes dropping briefly to the ice, then back to yours. “I’m serious. I’ve never been so—” He pauses, like he’s searching for the right word, then settles with a soft smile. “I’ve never been so happy. Just… spending time with you. Being around you.” His hand reaches up, brushing a snowflake from your cheek, and he grins like he’s just revealed a secret.

For a moment, the world around you blurs, and it’s just him, his hands on your waist, his gaze so steady and sure. You’d told yourself this was just… casual, that he was just being sweet, maybe a little flirty. But this feels like something else, like there’s weight to his words that you’re still afraid to acknowledge.

*** Tonight, you're back at Joseph's place, this time for a cozy, quiet evening in. It’s early winter, and he’s set up an entire nest of blankets and pillows on the floor by the fireplace. The scent of cinnamon and warm vanilla lingers in the air from a candle flickering on the table, and it feels like you've stepped into a little haven of his making, a private space where the outside world doesn’t exist.

You settle in on the blanket next to him, knees pulled up to your chest as you watch him pull out a worn book of sheet music. He starts talking about a song he’s been learning on the piano, pointing to random notes and explaining something technical that you’re struggling to follow. He’s so deeply immersed in the topic, his brow furrowed in concentration, and you can’t help but smile at the sight—this side of him that’s all passion, all intensity, and yet, still somehow soft around the edges.

Joseph glances up, catching your gaze. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

You shake your head, laughing softly. “No, you’re just… kind of cute when you’re nerding out like this.”

“Kind of cute?” he echoes, an exaggerated look of mock offense crossing his face as he leans closer, his nose just inches from yours. His eyes light up, a playful glint catching the firelight, and before you know it, he’s tackled you backward, his fingers moving to tickle your sides until you’re squealing with laughter, trying to push him off.

“Alright, alright! I give up!” you laugh, gasping for air as his hands finally ease, but he stays close, his eyes softening as he looks down at you.

A comfortable silence settles between you as he brushes a stray hair from your cheek, his fingers lingering, his gaze growing more intense. You feel your heart stutter, and for a moment, you’re sure he’s about to lean in and kiss you, but instead, he murmurs, “You know… I could kiss you forever.”

Your breath catches, and warmth floods your cheeks. It’s such a simple statement, but the way he says it—like he’s not even questioning it, like it’s the most natural thing in the world—leaves you feeling breathless. His hand is still resting against your cheek, thumb gently grazing your skin, and it feels so right, so easy, that you almost let yourself sink into the feeling. But a sliver of doubt, that old insecurity, creeps in before you can stop it.

“Jo…” you start, hesitating as you try to find the right words. Your heart pounds, the question dancing on the tip of your tongue, but it feels too raw, too vulnerable to voice. And yet, with him looking at you like that, like you’re the only person in the world, the question spills out before you can hold it back. “I… I want to be your girlfriend.”

A flicker of confusion crosses his face, and he blinks, enveloping his hands in yours and pulling you up so you’re sitting in front of him now. He’s studying you with a gentle frown, like he’s trying to solve a puzzle he didn’t know was there. “I… thought you were,” he says slowly, a hint of boyish bewilderment in his tone. His eyes search yours, genuinely puzzled, as if he’s missed a crucial detail. “I mean, we’ve been… well, together. Right?”

You feel a surge of warmth, embarrassment, and relief all tangled together as you look down, biting your lip. “I just… I didn’t know. I thought maybe I was just… you know, around. I thought maybe…” The words sound silly now, small in comparison to how he’s looking at you, his expression so open, so unguarded. “I didn’t want to assume.”

Joseph’s face softens even more, and he rubs soft circles on the back of your hand. He lets out a soft, exasperated chuckle, almost like he can’t believe you’re saying this. “You’re not just… around. You’re my favorite person.” His hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently as he murmurs, “How could you not know that?”

He pulls you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you like he’s anchoring you there, and you melt into him, the warmth of his words settling in a way that feels like home. The lingering doubts, the fears that had always crept in during quiet moments, finally begin to ease, fading under the certainty in his voice.

He shifts slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he speaks softly, his words brushing against your skin. “I’ve been all in from the start. And if you want to be my girlfriend, well… then you already are.” His gaze is steady, unwavering, as if he’s willing every last bit of reassurance into you, and it fills you with a calm you hadn’t thought possible.

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you, half-relief, half-joy. “I feel so stupid now,” you admit, cheeks burning as you bury your face in his shoulder. “I just… I guess I’m used to people leaving once they get close.”

Joseph’s arms tighten around you, holding you a little closer, a little firmer, and you feel his breath against your hair as he whispers, “I’m not going anywhere.” His voice is so soft, so sure, that it eases the last of your worries.

A comfortable silence stretches between you, and you pull back just enough to look at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “So… I guess I’m your girlfriend now?” you say, teasingly, but there’s a hint of vulnerability in your voice, as if saying it out loud makes it all the more real.

Joseph grins, his eyes crinkling in that way that makes your heart flip. “Yes, you’re my girlfriend. And for the record…” he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally, your lips, lingering there for a moment before he pulls back with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I could definitely kiss you forever.”

[asmilinghopelessromantic]

Joseph Woll fucking you from behind, pulling you to his chest by your hair, talking you through it. Praising you for how good you feel clenching around him

The room was dimly lit, filled with a warm, inviting glow that matched the heat building between you and Joseph. You were on your hands and knees on the bed, the sheets soft against your skin as you felt him position himself behind you. Anticipation surged through your body, your heart racing as you sensed him moving closer.

“Ready, babe?” Joseph asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You nodded, breathless with desire, and he wasted no time. He thrust into you, filling you completely in one smooth motion. The pleasure took your breath away, and you moaned softly, arching your back.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel him pulsing inside you, and it made you clench around him instinctively.

Joseph leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back as he tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling gently to bring your head back. “You’re so perfect, baby. Look at you, taking me so well.” His breath was hot against your ear, and you shivered at the sound of his praise.

He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts growing more passionate, each one making you gasp as pleasure coursed through you. “Just like that. You’re doing so good for me.” He released your hair, allowing you to turn your head just enough to catch a glimpse of his face—his brow furrowed in concentration, eyes dark with lust.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he urged, thrusting harder, his body moving in perfect rhythm with yours. You could only moan in response, the sensation overwhelming. “I need to hear you say it.”

“It feels amazing, Joseph!” you gasped, your voice filled with need. “You feel so good inside me!”

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I love how you’re clenching around me. It drives me wild.” He picked up his pace even more, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy through you. “Just let go, baby. Let me feel you.”

With every thrust, you could feel the coil within you tightening, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable point. “I’m so close!” you cried, your body responding to his every move.

“Good girl,” he praised, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulled you back against him. “I want you to come for me. Just let it all out.”

The sound of his voice, filled with raw hunger and encouragement, sent you spiraling over the edge. You cried out, the pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave as you let go completely, clenching around him as your body shuddered with release.

“Fuck,” Joseph groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own pleasure, feeling you squeezing him tightly. “You’re incredible. Just incredible.”

With a few final thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you, his breath hot against your skin as he reached his peak. You both collapsed onto the bed, breathless and satisfied, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your bodies.

He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “You make me crazy,” he murmured, a satisfied smile on his lips.

You smiled back, feeling cherished and adored in his embrace, knowing that this was just one of many passionate moments you would share together.