#☁️𓂃‧₊˚ reblogs

[cherrie-garden]

Endos will never be in the same boat because they don't suffer through the harsh realities of CDDs. The trauma responses, the flashbacks, the anxiety, the paranoia, the dysphoria surrounding one's own identity, the fear and confusion surrounding not knowing who you are or where you are or what you're meant to do. They aren't even in a boat at all, they're sitting on the shore building sandcastles. Most of them are having a grand old time because they only wanna deal with the "fun" parts of dissociative disorders, not the violent waves of suffering that actual systems go through on a daily basis.

Wish some people would stop acting like they're being drowned when they've barely even set foot in the water.

"We're all in the same boat no matter the origin" Wrong.

Fundamentally wrong. If I have trauma, and you don't we are not in the same boat.

-🧟‍♂️ (He/him)

[panb1mbo]

i don’t think this bra is the right choice for my hike this morning but at the same time it is

[lupaeusmoved]

it's the way she's still going for me LMFAOOOOO @greedaeye

[cherrie-garden]

moonflower would be a very nice system name!! as a fun fact for you all, moonflowers are often associated with immortality (this meaning is derived from Chinese culture, i believe? correct me if im wrong!! /gen). tbh im probably reading into things way too much but if you combine that meaning with hope and love (two other common meanings for moonflowers) it creates a nice message of what a system is meant to be. while in a way systemhood creates something "immortal" from trauma, it can also create a safe space for traumatized individuals and give them hope for a better life!

i also really like moonflowers, so im biased loll

-- Starlite (Gojo Posting)

thinking about changing our system name to the Starflower system or The Moonflower system

do either of those sound weird? We’ve been on and off about em lol and wanted another opinion

— 💐

personally, I think both sound cool. but I like the starflower more.

[aavant-gardee]

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[voghe]

— @honeymoon ਏਓ

▦ ﹒ ☆ 🔌 🛒 ⸒ 별 ꜝ ﹫

✦. ⊹ ˚ . ext : 🎱

⊹ 𓈒 ۫ ﹙𝗴𝖺𝗋𝕕𝖾𝗇﹚ ۪ ֹ ਏਓ ︪

─── © 🎞 film by (...)⠀

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱〔 𝖣𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝐌𝗼𝗼𝗻 〕 ⊰

. ᘛ 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞 ╱

✦ 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𓄹 ᘚ݁

﹙𝚂𝚄𝙽 ‣ 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴﹚

𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

› 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ﹕─┈

🌿 – 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗉 ﹕

، 𝗃𝖺𝗋𝖽í𝗇 𝖾𝗇 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂 ৎ୭

┈─ 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ،، 🌺 ! ♡̸

﹙𝑎𝑑𝑗 ﹚ ،، 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 𝟎𝟐 ›𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕟

• ﹔ 𝚜𝖊𝖊 ⋅ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 ⋅𝕷𝚄𝚇𝚄𝚁𝚈 ❜

. • ‣ 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗒, 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋.

،̲ 𝓝𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗺𝗲 ∘∙ 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗻𝗂𝗌𝗍

▞▞ 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓&𝖢𝖫𝖴𝖡

ㅤㅤ ۪ 𝅄 ꒰ 태형 ꒱ ۪ ݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 ݁ ۪ ୧

₊˚⌗ name / age : prns ☁️

🖇️ ─── ( @user ) 💭𓂃 ⊹

⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰ ℋ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡 ꒱

𝒲𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌

Ⓒ USERNAME ──── 𝐧ame .

𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈

💋🕯യ₊⋆ ﹙☆﹚ ࣪ ִ prettiest girl 💌

♡♱ sweetest girl in town ｡ﾟ ୨୧⠀

　　 ᘓ　 ☆　ৎ୭　ꔫ　ᕱ

　　 ✦　 𐑙 　 ᝪ　 ⩩　 ꩜

　　 ⑅ 　 ✧ 　෧　♡　ᜊ

　　 ଓ 　 ⋕ 　 ᘏ　ꔛ　⩋

ㅤㅤˑ ᡣ ۪ ⁝ (ɘ) 𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒ׁ𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 ༦ ࣪ 𔓕

ㅤㅤㅤ𐀔 ㅤ๋ ۪ ⛸️ ֹ ─ ਕਉ ۫

𓎆. `𝆺𝅥 🎀 ༉ 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 ¡!

୨୧ ㆍ Ma chérie, are you missing me? ❣️ ◝

･ᴗ･ "i wanna be yours" ⊹

🗡️ ◠ ִ ٬٬ 𝟾⩇% ꣼ 𝚍𝚎☆𝚝𝚑 ۫ ︵ ✧

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌

‹𝟹 • ıllı ' song

♪ ★ lyrics'

🛸✮☄

₊˚⊹ ♡ "𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩"

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✧ ‿︵ ⠀ 𝓉𝓌𝒾 ⠀ ⋆ ͘ . ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ⠀⠀ ׅ ࣪ ⊹ ⏜ ۫ .

⠀꒰ ۪ ⋆🌙 ۟ ⠀⠀ 𝙢͟𝙤͟𝙤͟𝙣 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 ꯭ ꒱ㅤ

ਏ͟ਓ ──ㅤ 𝗜𝗜𝗫 ㅤ ✦ ㅤㅤ♟️ㅤㅤㅤ𖦷

ㅤ✫ㅤ𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋ㅤㅤ𝑜𝑓.ㅤㅤr𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍ıonㅤׁ . °ㅤ

𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑙 𖥔ㅤ 𝒽𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 🃏

── ★ ˙ ̟🧸 !! ℬ𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝐈'𝙢 𝘫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘵𝐨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝗰𝘰𝘰𝑙 𝐵𝙪𝘵 𝘐 𝗷𝘂𝕤𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝑛'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝘐 𝘸𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝑦𝑜𝘶 ᶻ 𝗓 ���� .ᐟ

⁺◦ 𖧧 🐞 ♡.° age: ⤾

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[panb1mbo]

EVERYONE SHUT UP

look i turned my dog into a nun

[cherrie-garden]

you guys should send my bestie asks <33 (/nf ofc but also go show myst some love!! he deserves it :D)

-- Starlite (Gojo Posting)

Send me asks,, I beg.

-Gryphon

[lupaeusmoved]

тнє αѕн σƒ тнє нσмє тнαт ι ѕтαятє∂ тнє ƒιяє ιη . . .

ιт ѕтαятѕ тσ яєтυяη тσ тнє єαятн . . .

[timelessxmemories]

Tag directory!

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╭・🌿𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . amy lee

╭・💌𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; my love . beatrice reden

╭・🛸𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; my love . orchid

╭・🌷𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 ;; asks . answered

╭・🌷𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 ;; asks . in character

╭・🌷𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 ;; roleplays . answered

╭・🌷𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒈 ;; roleplays . starter

╭・💫𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 ;; out of character

╭・💫𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 ;; in character

╭・💫𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ;; reblogs

╭・💫𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 ;; memes ⸝ crack

╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . caleb brewster

╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . abraham woodhull

╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . anna strong

╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . yuri

╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . kyoko kirigiri

╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . sol

╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . others

╭・🕯𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; fandoms

╭・🕯𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; headcanons

╭・🕯𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; misc

[yellowharrington]

wildflower and barley -- joel miller x reader

pairing + fandom: joel miller x reader, the last of us (hbo)

word count: 5k+ oops

warnings/notes: smut smut smut!!! minors DNI, 18+!!! no outbreak!au. age gap (it's implied reader is in her 20s while joel is 45) and mentions of joel being kinda perverted and liking it lol. drinking (both reader and joel, not excessive), use of a dating app like tinder but not specified, unprotected PIV w creampie and oral (m+f receiving), do not fuck your tinder hookups without protection i'm just horny and gross. excessive use of darlin' as a nickname. implied that reader likes men. she/her pronouns used, afab!reader (with mentions of body parts), no use of y/n. if i missed anything lmk!

a/n: heavily inspired by this post by @yesttoheaven about joel's tinder profile!! it has been rotting my brain since i saw it which literally inspired me to write my first fic in the tlou fandom ever so please be gentle with me. i imagined show!joel because i've never played the game so do with that what you will. please reblog and leave comments if u enjoy it <3333

divider by @cafekitsune

summary: after deciding to change your age range on a dating app in hope of a change of scenery, you stumble across joel miller.

No one likes using dating apps.

Swiping left, left, left mindlessly at troves of men holding fish, showing off their trucks, or with deer heads mounted to the walls behind their selfies holding guns.

This was Texas, after all.

Having just moved here, it was a little shocking, to say the least. But you were getting used to the “eligible” bachelors that were your age generally looking and acting the same. When you did end up finding someone of interest, you were usually turned off pretty quickly by whatever shitty pick-up line they had chosen. Or, your personal favourite, “wanna fuck?”

No thanks.

It was an idyllic summer evening, the hot stuffy air of Austin flowing in through your windows. You laid in bed, propped up on the pillows against your headboard and sorting through the faces that adorned your screen. No one particularly interesting, as usual, and every profile was starting to melt together to look the same.

You sighed, looking into your settings, adjusting and increasing different metrics to hopefully change the pool just enough for there to be someone new or interesting. 

Age range: 25-30

Your eyebrow cocked as you looked onto the screen, pulling the slider more to the right experimentally. No one was here to see you, and even though it was slightly embarassing to be interested in older men, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t pique your interest to imagine it. Even just to try, and see, if they ever really did grow up. You imagined it was wishful thinking, but increased the range anyways.

Age range: 35-45

Feeling the need to throw your phone across the room after doing that, you placed it face down under your pillow and slid out of bed. No use in swiping through them now, and you were getting tired of looking. A pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a new episode of your favourite show was waiting for you downstairs.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾

Joel Miller does not use dating apps.

He barely knows how to send a text on his phone, let alone navigate the world of online women. Not to say he didn’t explore the options, so to speak, but they usually were not ones that were single, his age, and in his area. Unless the ads on those sites were real, that is.

“It’s starting to get sad,” Sarah had remarked at breakfast, when they got on the topic, and Joel feigned hurt. Hand over his heart, he dropped his fork onto the plate. “It’s not sad, Jesus. I’m just busy, is all.”

“Busy not gettin’ busy,” Sarah remarked, and Joel’s eyes widened. “Hey now! None of that.”

A blush spread up his cheeks and ears as they continued to eat breakfast in slightly awkward silence, before Joel took his plate to the sink. “Okay, off to school, you. And no more conversations about my dating life. Ever.”

Sarah laughed as she finished off the last of the juice in her glass. “I’m just saying, dad. You can if you want to. Might be nice for you.”

Joel planted a soft kiss to her head before she bounded out the door, rolling his eyes and calling out a ‘love you’ before she closed the door swiftly behind her. Joel stared at his cell phone on the table. Maybe it would be nice.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾

The following evening, you were a little too excited to see the dating app specimens you had acquired. Not sure what to expect, really, and you went in with no expectations. It’s not like they’d magically all be tall, dark, and handsome, but some variety never killed anybody.

Paul, 41

Daddy, but not yours. No libs allowed. 6’ because that matters.

You sighed deeply. Some things never change. 

After swiping through much of what you were used to, a profile managed to catch your eye among the sea of disappointment.

Joel, 45

Just a Southern gentleman trying this out for the first time. Contractor of over 10 years. I love my daughter, BBQ, strong coffee, and sleeping in. 

Now that was the most interesting thing you’d seen in a while.

He didn’t look a day over 40. His eyes creased at the corners when he smiled wide in his photos. He looked tan, a product of the Texas heat and his job, you thought. His features were accompanied by salt-and-pepper facial hair and messy curls that looked soft and pliable. His photos showed off his physique incredibly, tight wash-worn t-shirts pulling over his arms and shoulders, looking big, broad. He was no doubt the most handsome man you’d seen on an app, maybe ever.

When you swiped right before you could think too hard, you were surprised to see the green “Match!” Flash across your screen.

Your fingers ghosted over the keyboard on your phone, thinking of a witty thing to say, probably for too long.

Your phone buzzed as you saw a notification pop up.

Joel has sent you a message.

Hey, darlin’. How are ya?

You felt your face warm at the sweet message, when was the last time someone had called you darlin’? Ever?

Hey cowboy. I’m great, how are you?

He was certainly an eager responder, taking only a few seconds to reply. You found yourself smiling down at your phone screen.

Cowboy… I like that. I’m better now that I’m talking to you.

Oh, Joel, who told you to say that? 😂

No good?

Not bad. 6/10. 

Only 6/10? I’ll work on it. I like to think I’m better in person. 

I would love to find out. 

You found yourself emboldened by how easy the conversation was flowing. Joel was certainly easy to talk to, easier than the other matches you had going for you, and infinitely more handsome.

Oh, would you? Alright. I’d love to take you to dinner sometime. If you don’t mind being seen with an old man such as myself in public. Or meeting a stranger from the internet.

He’s a very handsome stranger. I would love to go to dinner with you. Know any good spots? I’m new around here.

There’s a great barbecue spot in downtown Austin. If you’d prefer something fancier, let me know.

I love bbq. Just tell me where and when, cowboy.

Tomorrow, 7pm ok?

You sent him your phone number in the message. Fuck it.

Sounds great. Text me the address, I’ll be there. :)

Joel’s reply didn’t come. Instead, a text appeared at the top of your screen with an unknown number. 

It’s Joel. This the right number?

Yup. You found me.

Great. Talk tomorrow sweetheart. Looking forward to it. :)

He texted you the address of the restaurant, right before you opened the contact card, saving his name as “cowboy ♡”.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾

Cowboy. Cowboy. Cowboy. It was playing over in his head like a broken fuckin’ record. 

Joel was positively freaking out about this date.

Sarah had managed to secure a sleepover at her friend’s place, so the house would be empty for the night. He had been busying himself with cleaning the entirety of the house, even taking the time to mow the grass before work and vacuum the family room. He can’t remember the last time he vacuumed anywhere.

Would she even make it back here? How does this work? Will she want to sleep over or hang out on the couch or should he be making a dessert for after?

His mind was brought out of it’s craze by Sarah jumping down the stairs. She plopped her bag down on the freshly wiped countertop.

“Careful,” he warned, putting a hand up. “I just cleaned that off.”

“I can tell. It smells like the cleaning aisle threw up in here.”

He smirked before patting her head with his hand, as she aggressively smoothed out her hair. “Dad! Don’t!”

“When do you wanna go to Ellie’s?” He asked, more gaging how long he has left to get ready than actually asking.

“Probably soon. Why? Tryna get rid of me?” she poked her dad in the side, but when she flinched away instead, a large smile spread across her face. He was tense.

“What’s your deal?” Joel hated the way she knew him so well sometimes.

“Nothing.“

“Are you going on a date?”

Silence fell over the kitchen between the two of them, as Joel’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “How did you know?”

“Oh my god, you actually took my advice,” Sarah laughed, watching her dad’s face burn red with embarrassment. “Just don’t do anything weird on communal surfaces, please.”

Joel shook his head at her suggestion, already becoming annoyed with the whole prospect. He was so nervous, about what to wear, how to act, what the expectation was… let alone, what would happen if they made it back to his place at all. 

Although, when he was able to shake his nerves for a second, he was just really fucking excited.

“Wear those dark jeans, and that green shirt you wore to Tommy’s last week. Looks good on you.” Sarah smiled as she put her arms around Joel’s middle, while his worries melted away with her touch. “She’ll love you, I promise.”

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It had been such a long time since you’d been on a proper date, you were starting to lose your mind at the simple process of deciding what to wear.

Clothes were strewn across every surface of your apartment, shoes matching with jeans that matched with cardigans, tops that matched with belts and jackets.

It’s 87 degrees at 5 o’clock, idiot. You’re not wearing a jacket. Relax.

Exhausted of picking out outfits and making decisions, you collapsed on your couch and took a look at your options. You landed on an easy sundress, putting the rest of your clothes back in their respective drawers, and pulling out all of the products you were expecting to use to get ready.

You scrolled through your phone aimlessly as a notification bubble popped up on the screen.

We still on for tonight darlin’? Or did you change your mind?

No worries if you did. I respect that.

You let out a cackle at the message, thinking about how he must look right now. Was he nervous? Scared? Was he just looking for a controversially young fuck?

You weren’t… completely against that.

Didn’t change my mind, wouldn’t in a million years :)

Meet you there. Can’t wait to see you.

His eagerness to meet up would’ve been a red flag if it were any other run of the mill guy, but something about Joel felt special. There didn’t seem to be any funny business with him; too sincere to try anything other than just a good old fashioned date.

You too, cowboy.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾

When Joel showed up at the restaurant, he clenched a small bouquet of pink peonies in his right hand and checked his watch obsessively. The minutes ticked away, as he kept a high alert for anyone who could be his potential date. He knew what you looked like, of course, but this being his first time doing anything of this sort is making him hyperaware of anything going awry.

When he does lay eyes on you, his whole gaze softens. A pink sundress, hair pristinely styled and a bounce in your step that reminded him of summer. You looked like an angel, the sunset behind you painting the sky tangerine, which reflected off of the shine against your supple skin. So young, beautiful, it was taking his breath away.

“Joel?”

Your voice matched your sweet demeanour, and he was taken out of his waking daydream.

“Hi,” is all he can say, letting his breath out as he relaxed. “Yes, hi, sorry. I’m Joel.”

“Hi,” you laugh back, eyes darting to the flowers in his hand. They matched your dress.

“These are for you,” he gets the hint, extending his arm out, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearm. He looked so much stronger in person, it was making your knees go weak.

“Thank you, wow,” you held them up to your nose to smell the sweet aroma. “I love peonies.”

“Me too,” he smiled, showing off a string of pearly white teeth, that contrasted with the pink of his lips and the even tan of his skin.

“Shall we?” He extended his arm to you for you to grab onto, and you got to feel the warmth of his skin for yourself. Your hand wrapped around his forearm as he opened the door of the restaurant for you, leading you inside and catching a glimpse of the backs of your thighs as you walked in front of him.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾

When you were finally sitting, the conversation flowed easily. He was truly a Southern gentleman, like he had said. It wasn’t normal for you to open up so quickly, but Joel was so easy going and smart, he asked the right questions and knew when to listen. He knew how to listen, a warm gaze and a nod along, asking follow up questions to your answers and easily getting to know you.

You asked about his daughter, his family, his work. He was happy to tell you. 

“So, what’s a man like you doing being single in this city?” You take a sip of the wine in the glass in front of you, burgundy staining your bottom lip. 

He takes a bite of the food in front of him, a napkin pressing to his lips quickly after. “Been busy,” he started to say, honey brown eyes meeting yours for a second. His gaze sent an electrifying pulse down your spine.

“And, well, when Sarah’s mom left there was a ton to do,” he says it nonchalantly, as if that should be something normal to happen. “House, work, school, she keeps my hands full. Hasn’t been a lot of time.” His syrupy drawl is pulling you in, you’re enticed by the way he speaks to you. So easy, warm, soft. You wonder what his hands feel like on your body, lips pressed to your neck, torso pressed against yours.

“Sorry, that’s a lot of information for a first date,” he laughs to cover the awkwardness, and quietly curses himself for going into so much detail about his precarious family situation and basically admitting to you that he hasn’t fucked anything other than his hand in the last 5 or so years.

“No, it’s okay,” you slide your hand across the table, palm up, urging him to slot his hand into it. He takes it, easily, enveloping yours. His fingers find the pulse point on your wrist. You let your eyes drift up to his, drinking in the way his chest fills out the shirt he chose.

“What’s your story?” He asks earnestly, giving your hand a squeeze. “Can’t imagine there isn’t a long line of people outside waiting to take my place, darlin’.”

You blush furiously at the nickname, and let your eyes meet his once again. “You have no idea the… mess that is out there,” the wine is calling your name to take another sip at the mere thought, but you refrain. “Certainly not too many I am interested in.”

“So, is that why you’re on a date with an old man on a beautiful summer night in Austin?”

You could tell Joel, in a twisted way, liked that you were younger than him. It made him feel younger by admission, that you’d want to spend time with him. 

“You’re not that much older,” you laugh, not even believing it yourself as the words left your lips. “And I like to try new things. Don’t you like trying new things, sometimes?”

It was his turn to let his face go red at your insinuation. If only you knew how ‘new’ this really was for him, how much he was pushed out of his comfort zone right now.

You didn’t notice. 

A little more polite small talk and exchanging of stories was all you could take before the tension was becoming too much. After another glass of wine and a shared plate of sky-high chocolate cake for dessert, you were enjoying his company and could tell he was enjoying yours all the same. When you met his gaze again, hands still intertwined, you could tell there was a question on the tip of his tongue.

“Would you want to…“ - a nervous pause, with a halo of lust - “come back to mine for a nightcap? I’ve got an empty house this evening.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, knowing in your heart that Joel must’ve made arrangements for his family not to be home in anticipation. He had to have planned for you, known in his heart you’d say yes.

“I’d love that.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾

Joel’s home is unmistakably him. It smells like a pine candle that sits near the front door and a faint aroma of laundry detergent. There’s photos everywhere, him and his daughter, his brother’s family. Big windows were letting in the twinkling lights of the city outside, the inky sky making them look brighter against its canvas.

“You have a beautiful home,” you say, although it seems a little formal for the situation. What else do you say to a grown-up in their house?

“Thank you,” he takes a bottle of whiskey from the bar cart and pours two rock glasses, handing you one. He flicks on a lamp, ambient light filling the room and painting his skin amber orange, as he joins your side by his kitchen table.

“I did a lot of the construction myself, the decorations are my daughter.” He points lazily to the trinkets on the shelves and photos on the wall. “I don’t really have a good eye for that type of stuff.” 

You take a sip from the drink and it coats your throat, burning down as you suppress a cough at the taste. You nod along as he explains the design choices he made in the home, and you play along, knowing it’s likely out of anxiety.

“What about upstairs?”

Your eyes are innocent as they meet his, although you understand the implication you’re making whole-heartedly. He puts his glass down on the kitchen table and you follow his lead, his strong hand around your wrist as he leads you up the stairs wordlessly.

“It’s not anything,” - he clears his throat - “special,” he shows you around the second floor, finishing at the door of his bedroom that has been left slightly ajar. 

You step in quietly, leading him inside as you take in the bedroom. Neatly folded clothes, a made bed that looks well loved. Blue sheets and fluffy pillows, big bay windows that let the moonlight in.

“I think it’s nice,” you say simply, letting yourself turn around to meet his broad frame. He looks down at you slightly, eyes meeting yours as your hand drops from his grasp and snakes around his neck. His hands come up the sides of your dress, pulling it up slightly, but landing on your waist.

“Is this okay?” He asks tentatively in the dark of the room, his lips so close to yours already you can practically taste the whiskey on his lips for yourself. You answer him by pressing your tentative lips to his, slotting them together easily.

Joel’s grip on your waist tightens momentarily as he takes you in, pulling you as close as he possibly can. He can smell the perfume on your neck and the wine on your lips from earlier, and it’s making his need for you increase tenfold. 

You pull him into you as you stumble back to let your knees hit his mattress, sitting down and letting your hands come to his belt buckle. Your hands came to undo it as he pulled his t-shirt off to throw onto the floor beside him, bending down to help you pull the dress over your shoulders to meet his t-shirt.

You made quick work of his jeans, pushing them to the ground and looking up at him with a keen glance. You could see the breath making his belly rise and fall, anticipating your touch on him any second.

When your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his breath hitched and his head rolled back. He was already half-hard only from kissing you, so a few pumps made him easily ready for your mouth.

“You’re so big,” is all you can think to say, head spinning from the sheer size of him right in front of your face. Your mouth watered at the way his hand palmed through your hair, pulling you in closer to him for some relief.

It was intoxicating to him, the way your mouth fit around his cock. Such a beautiful sight to see, your head licking and sucking at his tip, gathering spit there to lubricate him. His knees were going weak as he watched intently, no thought able to cross his mind, other than maybe how long it had been since he’d had anyone to do this with. He was going to have to pace himself if it was all like this.

Your mouth constrained around the length of him, taking him deeper and deeper with every bob of your head. Filthy sounds were filling the room now, of your eager mouth pulling him in as best you could. His hand stayed steady at the back of your head, not pushing, just softly pressed there for support. His other hand found your shoulder, pushing down your bra strap.

“God, darlin’,” was all he could choke out, using his hand to pull you off of him. Your hand lazily stroked him as you looked up at him, spit collecting at the corners of your mouth. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doin’ that,” his laugh eased some of the tension in the room, as you took your other hand and wiped the spit away.

He leaned down, pressing a fervent kiss to your lips before using his own hands to unclasp your bra and let your breasts free. His lips traveled to the side of your neck, before he was kneeled down between your legs, sucking your nipple into his mouth. He lapped at you, all consuming, as his hand came up to grasp the other breast that wasn’t being serviced. He moaned at the noises you were making, lewd whines into the night air that only encouraged him. 

His lips made their way down your body to your clothed centre, your back against his soft sheets. You looked down at him intently, watching as he pulled your panties down your legs and immediately delved into your pussy with broad strokes of his tongue.

Your body jerked upwards at the contact, hand fisting the sheet beside you as he lapped at you, like a man starved. His expert tongue found your clit easily, sucking and licking at you for what felt like hours. You thought about his heavy cock between his legs, begging to be touched, hard as ever as he licked at you desperately.

“Joel,” you whined out, feeling your hand reach down to grab at his curls and push him deeper into you. That only made him moan, one hand lazily fisting his cock as the other came up to dip a finger into you, allowing you to see stars when you screwed your eyes shut.

His fingers were so large, pressed into your core as you fucked yourself on them and his tongue in tandem. He was groaning and grunting, and you hoped his neighbours couldn’t see into the window at the desperate filth that was going on in his bedroom.

“Fuck, Joel, please,” you begged, but he had no mercy, and your orgasm was creeping up on you. He was ready to watch you come undone, pushing a second finger into you and furiously sucking on your clit. His other hand left his own pleasure and wrapped around your breast, pressing and playing with the hard nub there, pinching to provide a little bit of sting to it. It was sending you into another dimension.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” and his voice is gravely and debauched, enough to send you into your first orgasm, chanting his name and pulling on his hair. He was happily licking at you, fingers still pressing in and out as to not mess up the rhythm, as you rode out your orgasm against his face. 

When you started to come down, he finally detached himself from you before standing up between your legs and pressing his broad palms to your thighs. He stayed there for a moment, cock still hard and heavy between his legs as you gazed up at him, out of breath from his work.

“You’re really good at that,” was all you could think to say, head clouded with arousal. You moved up on the bed a little, opening your legs and pressing your knees apart to show your pussy to him again.

“Please fuck me, Joel,” you breathe out, letting your hand find your own clit to rub it teasingly for him. It was still so sensitive, but the way he was looking down at you, eyes dark and stormy with need, you could almost come again just from that.

He put a knee down on the bed and crawled on top of you, his lips finding yours once again as your hands found his face. You held him there, savouring the kiss as his tongue crashed against yours, all warmth and spit and the taste of you. His hand found your breast and continued to play with your nipples, softly, coaxing more moans into his mouth from yours.

He leaned back and slipped his cock inside of you, filling you up immediately and making you gasp. He groaned into the side of your neck, tonguing the side of your ear and kissing you feverishly as he pumped in and out of you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly close, your moans filling the room as he rocked in and out of you. He kissed your jaw and chest, before reaching down between your bodies and pressing his thick finger to your clit again, using the wetness there to draw circles around your sensitive nub.

“So pretty,” he smiles into your neck, your hand on the back of his, playing with the now-sweaty strands of hair on the nape. “So pretty for me, taking my cock,” the dirty talking is welcome as he continues to bring you closer to a second orgasm, your breath hitching once again.

“Come inside of me,” you say it like a whisper, a secret in the stillness of the room, and Joel is unsure he even heard you correctly.

“Are you sure?” He says it not accusingly, but in a way that conveys he feels like he just won the lottery.

“Yes, please, fill me up.”

You can see the way his eyes darken more, shifting so he’s on his knees and using your body to fuck himself on his thick cock. His hand continued to play with your clit, bringing you so close to your orgasm that tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. His cheeks were getting hot as he thrusted in and out furiously, and you could almost see the stress melt off of his face as he came close to his own undoing.

The white-hot feeling washes over you once again, eyes shutting before you’re back on your elbows and watching intently. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire as his thrusts become sloppy, your name pouring out of his lips like a prayer. You’re clenching around him and letting him ride out his high alongside you, slowing after his hot cum coats your walls and leaves you full of him.

He collapses on top of you, cock softening inside as you both catch your breath together. Your chests are sticky with sweat as you breathe, taking in the smell of him, and the feel of his warmth on your body.

He pulls himself from you and flops beside you, still taking a moment to admire you. You look over at him, a lazy smile on your face as your hand reaches out to caress the skin of his chest. He takes the time to run his fingertips up your arms and back as you lay there in silence together, just soaking in the moment in a post-sex glow.

“I guess I should get going,” you say after a few beats, sitting up to grab your dress off the floor. You cringe at the thought of throwing your underwear on and leaving, this being just another random hookup for you that never lead to anything. Joel was sweet.

A confused look spreads across his features and his brows knit together, before sitting up next to you at the edge of the bed.

“I mean, I don’t know how these things usually go,” he laughs, as his hand finds your lower back. “But you don’t gotta run outta here like a scared animal or somethin’.”

You look up at him again, unsure of what to do next. In your, albeit limited, experience with dating app hookups, you were expected to leave pretty much right after.

“Oh, um,” you look around the room at the soft worn-in sheets and the TV across from Joel’s bed. You take a look at him again, your eyes meeting his to match his gaze, where you can tell he’s mentally begging that you’ll stay the night.

“I mean, if you don’t mind, I’d be happy to stay.” Joel smiled lopsidedly and let his hand rub soothing circles at your lower back. 

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he laughs, stepping over to go into the bathroom and warm up a cloth for the mess spilling out from between your legs. “I wouldn’t mind wakin’ up and doing all that again tomorrow.”

You laugh and lay back onto his bed as he presses the warm cloth to your pussy, his lips once again finding yours to pull you in for a sweet kiss. 

You nod, sliding between the comfortable sheets as Joel runs downstairs to grab your abandoned drinks as well as a couple of bottles of ice cold water. He slips into the sheets next to you, not bothering to throw on any pajamas (not that you were complaining), and settling in beside you. After a few gulps of water, you nestled into his chest and let your hand find his tummy, resting on it as you listened to the even pattern of his breath.

“We should do this again. Like, after tomorrow morning.” you say quietly as you’re drifting in and out of sleep. His fingertips continues to slide across your arm and give you goosebumps as you snuggled closer into him, hearing a laugh exhale out of his nose and feeling a kiss press to the top of your head. 

In his sleepy, deep southern drawl, he replies. “Don’t have to ask me twice, darlin’.”

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⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡ ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

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ᝰ.ᐟ ೀ

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

༝༚༝༚ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

🧸ྀི 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ

໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა ⊹˚. ♡

₊˚⊹ᰔ ⋆° 𐙚 ₊⋆𖦹 ⋆｡✩

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𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 🥓☆ 👕🥪 ⋆｡˚

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🍰♡ ༘*.ﾟ🧸🎀 — 🫶🏼 ‧⁺˖ ❔!! 🧸 ˎˊ˗

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