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[cardioflextherapy]

Occupational Therapist Assistant (OTA) needed at CardioFlex

CardioFlex Therapy is currently in need of an Occupational Therapist Assistant (OTA) for our Outpatient PT & OT Clinic located in Davie, FL. This is a permanent part-time position, leading to a possible full-time position in the future. The Occupational Therapist Assistant will be in charge of OT treatments,

manage techs, and produce clinical documentation. CardioFlex Therapy is open Monday to Friday, from 8 am – 7 pm, and specializes in Orthopedics, Sports Injury, Vertigo, Neurological Conditions, and other specialized programs.

Requirements for this position include a Degree from an Occupational Therapist Assistant (OTA) program, a current License as an Occupational Therapist Assistant, and a minimum of 1 year of Occupational Therapy experience. The Occupational Therapist Assistant will treat all injuries and conditions of the Hand, Wrist, Elbow, and Finger. 

We provide excellent support for our Therapists and make sure that they design personalized and individualized Therapy sessions. If interested, please email your resume to: info@cardioflextherapy.com

For more info visit: www.cardioflextherapy.com

About the Author Terry Abrams is the President & Director of Physical Therapy for CardioFlex Therapy, a start-up company founded in 2005 in Fort Lauderdale, FL. Delivering both Physical Therapy & Occupational Therapy, CardioFlex Therapy’s Outpatient Clinic is centrally located in Davie, FL serving the towns of Cooper City, Weston, Pembroke Pines, Plantation, Southwest Ranches, Hollywood, Miramar, Sunrise, & Fort Lauderdale. For Home Physical Therapy, CardioFlex sends its therapists to homes located in Broward, Dade, & Palm Beach counties.

[everyponie]

my elmo kinsona

[skunkox]

Sam was just shy and being modest. Erik told me so. It's fine. They definitely dance like this.

Erik making Sam say he doesn’t know how to dance is so sad because we could of had things like this if he did know 😔🙏

Darlin would of ate that up too

[v6quewrlds]

inspired by this ask <3

read more⠀⁎⠀joe burrow masterlist / series masterlist.

The tell-tale chime of the lock being activated on his girlfriend's car reached Joe's ears before he even realized he'd been waiting for it. He had been home all day, his social battery spent after nearly two weeks away in California for the start of his strict off-season training regimen. As much as he loved falling back into his strict routine, getting stronger, quicker in anticipation of OTAs in May, he had plans. Plans that involved her, their bed, and a whole lotta sweat.

He swallowed the last bit of his protein bar, chewing the final mouthful as he washed his hands under the kitchen sink faucet. The scent of her perfume grew stronger as he listened to her work sneakers squeak against the hardwood floor of the hallways leading from the garage to the kitchen, and his pulse quickened. When she finally appeared in the entryway, looking as radiant as ever in her navy blue scrubs, her hair tied back in a neat ponytail, Joe couldn't hold back the grin that stretched across his face.

"Hi, baby," she chirped, her voice holding relief from a long day's work. But Joe didn't let her greeting fully land before he pounced. Before she could even set her bag down, Joe was upon her, his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her with that familiar ease of his. He spun her around, her laughter filling the space between them as she squealed.

"What are you doing?" she giggled as Joe held her tightly, her arms moving to wrap around his shoulders with a tense sense of surprise. Her cheek pressed to his, she felt his warm breath against her ear as he whispered, "I missed you." He pulled back to find her gaze, his bottom lip jutting out slightly in a playful pout that made her heart flutter.

She delicately steadied his chin between her fingertips before kissing him deeply, the sweetness of her lips contrasting with the tartness of the apple she'd eaten on her way home. His arms tightened around her, and she felt the firmness of his muscles under her palms.

"Put me down, you caveman," she said with a playful scold, her voice muffled by his neck.

Joe shook his head, leaning in for another kiss. "Fine," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. With a swift pivot, he set her down, cupping her face in both of his hands and deepening the kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she gave into the passion, her body melting into his as his tongue danced with hers. Then he moved swiftly in her false sense of security, bending at the knees and hoisting her back over his shoulder.

"I wanted to tell you about my day," she protested between laughs as Joe began to march towards their bedroom.

The sound of his heavy footsteps grew muffled as he carried her down the hallway, her legs kicking in the air. He steadied a hand on her ass, his thumb rubbing a circle into the covered flesh. For a moment, her legs stopped kicking as she anticipated his next move. His hand lifted before coming down with a firm smack that echoed in the quiet of their house. She squealed with a mix of surprise and pleasure, the sting sending a jolt through her body. Her right hand swatted at his back, but it was met with another smack, this time on the opposite cheek.

"I can't believe you," she gasped out between giggles. "What is your plan?"

Joe chuckled, his hand reaching back to smack her ass again. "You can talk. Right now, I just need to take care of some things." She fell back onto the bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress, as Joe tossed her with ease. The bedroom door slammed shut, leaving her with no doubt that he was now firmly in charge.

She watched him stalk over to her, his knee pressing into the mattress as she sat up on her elbows. "I can talk?" she questioned, arching an eyebrow as she tracked his movements, yelping out as he grasped her ankle and yanked her down to him.

"I can multi-task," Joe shrugged, his eyes gleaming with lust as they traveled down her body. He reached down and began to peel her scrub top over her head, revealing a plain black sports bra. "Go on, tell me about your day," he urged, his voice thick with desire.

She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as she began to recount her day. As she talked, Joe's hands roamed over her body, his fingertips tracing the curves of her hips and the dip of her waist. His warm breath tickled her skin, nipping and kissing a path down her neck to the swell of her breasts. His touch was a delicious distraction, and she felt her thoughts growing hazy as he removed her bra and cupped her breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks with his thumbs.

"Wait, so Luca's back from leave?" he asked absentmindedly, his teeth pulling at the waistband of her panties. She nodded, watching Joe's eyes darken with need as he took in the sight of her bare skin. His touch grew more urgent, his fingers slipping under the fabric to trace the dampness gathering between her legs before sliding them completely down her legs.

"He had like 15 days of PTO built up for a Europe trip. He went backpacking or some shit. Came back with pic—oh god," she gasped as Joe pressed the full width of his tongue against her clit, cutting off her words. She squirmed under his touch, trying to maintain her composure and continue the story, but her voice kept breaking into moans and breathless whispers.

Joe didn't seem to care about the story anymore. His eyes were fixed on her face, watching the way her chest heaved and her mouth fell open. He slid two fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit with just enough pressure to keep her on edge. He groaned against her, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Taste so good," Joe murmured against her, his words muffled by her folds.

She bit her lower lip, trying to keep her voice steady. "And, uh, yeah, he brought back some amazing pictures. Fuck, Joe, your tongue," she breathed out, her eyes fluttering shut. "Keep doing that."

He chuckled, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "Let me focus on this, keep talking, baby." He pushed her thighs apart wider, sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. "Jesus," she whispered, her voice strained as her hands found his hair, tangling in the blonde strands. Her hips began to rock against his mouth, her story of Luca and his vacation forgotten in the face of the pleasure Joe was giving her.

"Keep talking, baby," he repeated, the vibrations of the syllables leaving his lips and traveling through her body. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her words.

"And, uh, Medina s—said that, uh, the new laser treatment we've been using is showing promising results in some of—oh, some of the follow-ups he's had," she managed, her voice a little shakier than before. Joe's eyes met hers, a smirk playing on his lips as his fingers began to move in and out of her in a rhythm that matched her racing pulse.

"Tell me more," he murmured, his eyes closing as he relished in the taste of her arousal. Her thoughts swam in a sea of sensation, making it difficult for her to form coherent sentences. "C'mon, sweetheart, keep going," he coaxed, pulling back to watch the way her pussy clenched around his fingers. He swore under his breath as she tightened around him, his own cock straining against his shorts.

Her eyes focused on the ceiling, she took a deep breath and tried to remember her day. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate with Joe's mouth and hands working their magic on her body. "So, we had this one patient with—oh fuck," she moaned as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot. "With a really stubborn case of psoriasis. We've been trying different… uh, different…" She trailed off, her eyes rolling back as the waves of pleasure grew stronger. "Different… oh my god… Joe."

He hummed against her, the vibration sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. "Fuck, you're soaked," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean as he met her eyes. "Pussy's fuckin' creamin' for me."

She felt her cheeks heat at his crude words, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. She was so wet that Joe could hear the slickness of his digits sliding in and out of her as she tried to maintain her train of thought. Her breath came in short gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he worked her body like a finely tuned instrument.

"Yeah," she managed to gasp out, her eyes snapping back to his, the heat in his gaze setting her alight. "The treatment, um, the treatment is…" But she couldn't finish her sentence. His mouth was back on her, his tongue swirling and licking, his fingers working in tandem to drive her closer and closer to the edge. The tension in her body grew tauter with every stroke, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Keep talkin', I'm listenin'. Go on, baby," Joe said, his voice a low, sultry tone. His eyes remained fixed on her, watching the way her face contorted with every touch, every lick, every thrust of his fingers. Her eyes rolled back, and she tried to remember her train of thought. "It's okay if you can't," he murmured, his mouth moving to her inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses. "I'm just tryna hear your voice."

She took a deep breath and tried again. "The patient, the psoriasis patient, we're hoping it'll clear up with the new laser therapy," she gasped out, her voice trembling as Joe removed his fingers and dipped his head to devour her again. "But we probably need more… more time. More… fuck… more sessions to be sure."

Joe hummed, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her unravel before him. He knew she was close, her thighs quivering around his head, her nails digging into the sheets. "Mmhmm," he murmured, his mouth lapping at her slit, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin. "But it's looking good?"

"It's good. So fucking good," she managed to murmur, her body writhing under Joe's skilled mouth. She could feel the orgasm building within her, a coil of heat and need tightening in her lower belly. Her words were becoming more disjointed. "I'm so—" a moan, "happy that—" a curse, "it might—" a whine, "Joey, I'm gonna come."

Joe's response was a murmur of approval against her pussy, his tongue working in earnest as he felt the first tremors of her approaching climax. Her words dissolved into incoherent sounds as she gave into the sensations, her body arching off the bed as Joe's mouth consumed her. She felt like she was floating; her senses heightened and overwhelmed with pleasure. The world outside their bedroom ceased to exist; the only thing that mattered was the feeling of Joe's mouth and the way his tongue danced over the sensitive muscle.

Her thighs clamped around his head as the orgasm crashed over her, the intensity of it making her toes curl and her back bow off the bed. She threw her head back, her dark hair fanning out over the pillow as she moaned his name, the sound echoing off the walls. Joe didn't stop, his tongue swirling around her clit as her body spasmed and contracted, helping her through the waves of pleasure.

When the last tremor had passed, her body went slack, her breaths coming in deep, shuddering gasps. She looked down at Joe, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright with excitement, his mouth glistening with her arousal. He gave her clit one last, gentle kiss before moving up her body, breathing her in before kissing her deeply. She tasted herself on him, laughed against his mouth, and whispered, "You're so horny."

Joe grinned, his teeth nipping at her lower lip. "It's your fault," he murmured, his hand sliding down to palm his own hardness through his shorts. "I'm getting another one out of you before we even think about dinner."

[carnivox]

OTA | Beanie Baby Chimera 🌈

Manufacturer defects tend to make Beanie Babies more valuable, and this amalgam is no exception. Only one was ever made, making them the paramount collector’s item, and unfathomably valuable.  Seems they just want a loving home though!

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[burreauxsss]

quarterback, run it back

background: after a messy and public breakup between the hottest quarterback of the league, you both decide about running it back one day.

(all pics from pinterest, use your brain guys.)

notes: the original story got deleted sooo.. kind of a blurb/smau/fic idek atp

word count: 716 words (not including smau)

warning: i hate writing actual fics..

"run it back"

You saw the exact words in your recent social media post. Obviously, you thought they were crazy. Run it back? With the same man who became suddenly distant during the worst season of the Bengals since 2020? The same man who people warned you about at LSU about cheating on you?

But then you saw a message, not a regular business message as a wmba player, not a dm from some thirsty athlete or celebrity or regular dude. It was Joe's tag on Instagram, with the message.

"Let us start over?"

Staring at the message in shock, you looked at it. This was the most he's gave attention to you since September. You had to spend your birthday alone while you made sure it was perfect. It wasn't fair; there were times you cried due to not having anyone to lay your head on. Nothing that Joe won't understand anyway, he's just some NFL player that makes money and crushes women's hearts.

You remembered that Joe has a rebound, some model that he has to replace you. But she isn't you, she isn't the person that can do everything that the good ole y/n can do. She can't cook like you do, and she can't make sure his outfits are perfect like him. With her being a rebound, Joe only understands that she can only replace you in the bedroom.

Responding to the message he sent in your dms faithfully.

"why."

Joe felt like he already lost you with the one worded response he's received but he doesn't back down.

"i miss you, this season was stressful. just give me one last chance and ill be the best man you had at LSU."

The phone nearly dropped out of your hands, not like it has before when he accepted the first time that the relationship was over. Seeing that message melted your heart a bit,not too much. Falling for the same man who told you that you could leave, didn't stop you from walking out his mansion in Cincinnati on that cold and bitter New Years eve.

The media loved having a story to cover of a breakup especially after the rumors. It felt suffocating, once you left and went back to Chicago you never looked back. Turned off social media apps for awhile and went off the radar until spring training. Now you sit in this same position again as you did with your ex.

"You told me to leave."

Instantly Joe replied.

" I want you back, shes not like you. I hate her, shes just here for sex and money and bags and I missed having an genuine girlfriend."

Temptations set in, should you just swallow the pill and go back and admit you want him badly? Block him and let him stay with this attention seeking model he hates so badly? Shes only there to keep him satisfied in bed.. right?

"I want you back Joe but you have to understand that you cant let that girl come back whatsoever if we get back together."

You knew that joe would follow your instructions, anything to get back with you. His teammates dm'd you saying he was a sick person without you. He beat himself up for letting you go, the NFL honors he wasn't him. He wasn't okay. Even he'd admit this to his therapist that due to you being gone, not taking care of him or calling him daily to ask about his wrist, he let himself go. Hell even after the home robbery that made it worse.

"Fine, Shes in New York at home anyways. Deal?"

"yeah baby, deal."

Realizing you shouldve never included baby in the text, but it came off good. He put his full trust back in you, and that same night you had a long conversation with him on facetime. Joe's face instantly lit up for the first time in months.

And during spring OTA'S, they noticed he had his causal calm and cocky mood back. The same Joe he was when he was with you, not with some model who wanted attention. Not with some model who wanted just his body. You wanted his personality, ever since LSU, its always been that same boy you met at a frat party.

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yn.handle: his coach told him to run it back quarterback but he ran it back with me.... anyways

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username_2: wrong play!

username_3: naurr girl we thought you were with that NBA player...

username_4: oh girl you messed up..

joeyb_9: love you 👀 ❤️ yn.handle: love you more shiesty!

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[alwaysbewoke]

Ota Benga was born around 1883, in what is now the Republic of Congo. Theirs was a hunter-gatherer society. When he became a man, his teeth were chipped into sharp points, part of his tribal customs. His world came crashing down when King Leopold II of Belgium (The butcher of Congo) established a colony in the Congo to exploit its valuable resources. The demand for rubber was increasing around the world and Leopold wanted to corner the market. He subdued the native population to force them into laboring on the rubber plantations. In Belgium Congo, women were held hostage until their men returned with enough rubber for the colonizer King Leopold. Some had their hands chopped off for not meeting rubber quotas. Ota was out on a hunting expedition when his village was attacked by the slavers. Whether they were Force Publique or an African group working to collect people to sell to them varies from story to story. He was taken captive. On the other side of the globe, a man named Samuel Verner was preparing exhibits for the 1904 World's Fair. The fair's organizers wanted to do an exhibit showing the progress of mankind “from the dark prime to the highest enlightenment, from savagery to civic organisation" He was given a hefty budget to collect living "specimens" of people from Africa to represent the "savage depths" from which mankind had sprung. The experience of young African men at the 'fair' aka Human Zoo, was not a pleasant one. Billed as cannibals, they shook spears at the crowd and grimaced with their filed teeth, modeling their "war dances" Verner sent Ota to the American Museum of Natural History in New York City. In 1906, Verner found a new home for Ota: The Bronx Zoo. Ota was put as an "exhibit" A plaque was erected, describing him in the same way an animal would be described and put into a cage in the monkey house. The Minneapolis Journal declared Ota to be the "missing link" between chimps and humans. On March 19, 1916, he stole a revolver gun and shot himself through the heart.

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[lyrenminth]

Could I request one for Justin similar to the Joe one, maybe where the reader is pregnant and has some bleeding or feels really unwell so they go to the hospital but the doctors made sure the reader and baby were okay ❤️ also would love some overprotective Justin once they go back home ! Thank you 😊

Protective Justin.

I love this request, and I love writing it. I hope you like it.

The fever started before dinner. You didn't want to say anything to Justin, because he has been so protective this past eight months about you, so didn't want to end up surrounded by wrap bubble paper.

During the dinner he made some shrimp pasta, and boiled potatoes. During the last month you were craving sea food so bad. Once you cried because you wanted fried shrimp so bad, Justin ended up going to the supermarket at midnight. It was a blessing your delivery was during the off-season. For the first time he skipped the OTAs, he would wait until it became mandatory.

You were craving the pasta until you had it in front of you. It was disgusting. Justin was already eating so eagerly that you held a deep breath and eat a fork of pasta. You grimace. "Is not good?" he asked looking a bit sad. "No, it's good. I'm not hungry" you sighed, and touched your forehead. Why was the chair moving? You tried to focus on your husband, blinking repeatedly.

"Oh my god, you're sick" the panic in his voice made your stomach hurt.

His worried expression made you try not to show any more signs of pain, but the headache was getting worse. You touched your swollen belly and patted it a couple of times. Hopefully, your first daughter with Justin would be born in May. It was something you both longed for so much.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. Getting up.

"No, I feel very dizzy," you lamented.

"Just dizzy?" He asked, forgetting about dinner and reaching for his phone.

"My head has been hurting,"Justin frowned and clenched his jaw. "Why didn't you tell me anything?" he demanded.

Your eyes started to fill with tears at his rude tone of voice. Justin shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, it's just that I worry about you." He apologized and approached to touch your forehead to see if you had a fever. He grimaced upon verifying that everything was in order. "Let's go to the hospital, this isn't normal," he said, helping you to stand up. You wobbled a bit but leaned against his chest. You moved as much as your pregnancy allowed. Suddenly, you realized that maybe something was wrong with the baby.

"Justin," you called out, scared, "What if something happens to the baby?" Justin pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. "Shhh, don't say things like that. Everything is going to be okay," but his posture and the way he dropped the car keys twice let you know that he was nervous too. During the drive to the hospital, you vomited. You could only hear Justin cursing under his breath, but he kept driving until you arrived at the hospital. Once inside, you were half-conscious; the world was spinning, and you felt awful. "She started feeling worse a couple of hours before dinner, maybe around five. No, she's not allergic to anything. She's eight months pregnant. She told me she had a headache and felt dizzy. No, I don't know," you heard his desperate voice, and it touched your heart to have such a caring partner.

An hour had passed since you were admitted to the hospital. Justin was fidgeting with the car keys, trying to keep the panic he was feeling at bay. "Please, be okay, please be okay," he murmured. Maybe all the traveling took its toll, you didn’t get much rest, and perhaps being alone for most of the pregnancy didn’t help. He felt guilty for not being more present, for being a bad husband and now a bad father. He called his mother to inform her of the situation, and she kindly listened to him cry for fifteen minutes. Then he called Mitch, who, with his medical knowledge, explained the possible scenarios but reassured him that everything would be fine and that he would have to wait for the doctors' response. The mere idea of losing you made him feel sick, the worst nightmare he had ever imagined. The idea of losing both you and the baby was his worst fear. He couldn’t bear it. When he realized how negative his thoughts were, he started looking at your photos, feeling that everything would be alright.

The doctor and a nurse came out.

"Mr. Herbert?" He stood up as fast as lightning. The doctor had to crane his neck to see him. "Mrs. Herbert and the baby are fine." the doctor informed, Justin felt the weight on his shoulders lighten just a bit. "Her blood pressure was extremely high, but we managed to stabilize her, and she is under observation." Justin nodded, feeling the rock in his stomach grow smaller. His lower lip trembled. "Can I see her?" The doctor smiled and nodded. "She’s a bit drowsy but conscious." The nurse led him to the room where you were. Seeing you, he broke down in tears and came closer to kiss you and your swollen belly. "Thank God you're okay. I love you," His reaction surprised you because Justin wasn’t very emotional, but he must have been very scared. "My God, I don't know… the doctor said your blood pressure was extremely high. If I remember correctly, that's very dangerous," he continued crying, and you had to console him a bit. "I'm sorry, it's just… I was really scared," he confessed like a small child, all teary and red. "I can't imagine a life without you and without her," he said, touching your belly again. "It's okay, I'm here," you consoled him.

He took your hand and squeezed it slightly. "How are you feeling?" he wanted to know. You sighed wearily, "I feel tired, but happy that everything is okay." He nodded. "What can I do for you?" he asked, feeling lost. "I'm very hungry, but the doctors don't want me to eat until my blood pressure drops to 90." His beautiful green eyes kept watching you with utmost attention. He was assessing you, making sure everything was alright. "But I'd like to change into something clean, I think I peed myself a little," you confessed. He smiled and nodded, grateful that you gave him something to do. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Back home, Justin wouldn't let you do anything. Going down the stairs? He had to be there. Playing with Nova? No way. Watching TV shows that made you feel too emotional? No, no baby shows. He made sure to check your blood pressure every day at the same time and that you took your prescribed medication. More than once, you rolled your eyes at his concern, but you understood that you had given him a scare, so you took a deep breath and accepted the attention. It was hard for him to hand over the reins to your mother when he had to return to the Chargers' offices, but he sent you messages daily. "Justin, I'm going to be fine. I'm strong, your daughter is strong. I need you to believe that, okay? You need to focus on the new season." He would just press his lips together and say, "Of course you are," but he still kept an eye on you. He was stubborn, but so were you. And that's why you loved him.

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[the-wereraven]

Smilk + Ancient fusions combined with other neat little themes :3

Designs will be revealed when they get homes!

[mamaestapa]

Sweet as Sugar|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: You and Joe are at a friends wedding during the offseason. You have been teasing him the whole day, but you finally send him over the edge when you eat a cupcake in quite an unusual way in front of him...

•warnings: SMUT, kinda public smut? unprotected p in v sex, fingering, lots of teasing, mentions of licking frosting off of body parts, weddings, I think that's all ;)

“Y/n!” Joe called from the bottom of the stairs, “you ready babe?”

“Coming!” You yelled from the upstairs hallway, holding onto your black heels as you made your way down the steps. Joe’s eyes lit up as he watched you from the bottom of the stairs. You looked absolutely gorgeous. To Joe, you always looked gorgeous. But the satin, spaghetti strap maroon dress that adorned your body and accented your curves nicely, made you look divine.

“Wow, look at you…” Joe trailed off as he snaked his hands up your waist. “You like it?” you ask with a sly grin. Joe wet his lips, “I love it. You look beautiful, Y/n.”

You wrapped your arms around Joe’s neck, letting your hands rest on his shoulders blades as the two of you leaned in to share a passionate kiss. Sharing kisses like these with Joe never gets old. Joe pulled away from you and you started to massage his shoulder, gently digging your fingers into the muscles of his back. Joe closed his eyes and hummed blissfully as you worked at his sore muscles. With off-season workouts starting earlier this week, Joe had been using muscles he hadn’t used since January. You knew this little massage helped ease the ache in his muscles, but you also knew it made a different type of ache grow more and more. May was always a busy month for you and Joe. Off season workouts begin and before you know it OTA’s start and training camp will be right around the corner. With Joe being busy during the day, he’s usually exhausted by the time he gets home to shower and get a nice warm meal in his belly—courtesy of you. It’s been a while since the two of you have shared an intimate moment. You moved your hands away from his back muscles, bringing your delicate touch to his biceps which have grown significantly in the last couple of months. You gently squeezed the tight, bulging muscle before bringing your hands up to his chest. You let your hand rest on his sternum as you looked into his blue eyes.

“What time do we have to be at the wedding?” You asked lowly, feeling a warmth pool in your belly at the thought of having a moment with Joe before you had to leave. Joe glanced at the clock, “Well, if you want to see your college roommate get married, we should probably leave right now.”

You let out a small sigh of defeat as you took your hands away from your boyfriends chest. You definitely weren’t getting your moment alone with Joe right now.

“You ready?” He asked, to which you responded with a soft smile and nod of your head. Joe pecked your cheek before he walked away from you. “I have to grab my jacket, then we can head out.” He went off to the laundry room to retrieve his checkered suit jacket that matched nicely with his white t-shirt and maroon dress pants. When Joe appeared once again in the entry way of your home, he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you out of the front door to his sports car that was parked outside.

Today your college roommate Lauren is getting married. Lauren is a ditzy blonde kindergarten teacher. Although she’s a bit scatterbrained sometimes, she’s such a sweetheart and she does great with the kids. You always joke around withJoe that someday the Burrow children will have her as their teacher. Joe of course just laughs at your joke. He isn’t a big fan of Lauren’s, but she is your friend and Joe loves you, so he puts up with it.

The drive to the venue was calm and quiet. Joe had a hand placed on your bare thigh where the slit of dress starts. His fingers occasionally brushing against your soft skin as his fingers on the steering wheel tap along to the beat of some Kid Cudi song playing lowly in the background. You wanted the aux, but Joe knew you’d only play Taylor Swift and he claimed he wasn’t exactly “in the mood for that”. The venue was about twenty minutes outside of Cincinnati, so it wasn't too far of drive. You and Joe arrived ten minutes before the wedding was supposed to begin. The two of you finding your seats next to an older woman who introduced herself as Laurens great aunt. She’s a sweet lady, just like Lauren. During the ceremony, you found yourself tearing up multiple times, especially during the vow exchange. You quickly wiped away a tear that fell down your cheek as you watched the happy couple exchange their loving vows with one another. Joe reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. Weddings always made you cry. You can only imagine how much of a mess you’ll be when you get married someday.

The ceremony ended and it was time for the reception. You and Joe were seated at a table with someone the two of you just so happened to be very close with.

“Hey Sam,” Joe said, patting Sam’s back as Sam stood up and gave Joe a signature bro hug. You playfully rolled your eyes at the greeting. Sam’s girlfriend Jess doing the same. You walked over to her and said your hellos as Joe and Sam were talking about who knows what. Sam was good friends with Lauren’s fiancé, well husband, Ethan in high school. Joe pulled out the chair beside Jess, motioning for you to sit down. You smiled and thanked him softly, smoothing out your satin dress as Joe sat beside you next to Sam.

“I’m starving,” Sam said, looking between the three of you, “you guys want to go get some food?”

You got ready to stand up, but Joe gently pushed your back down. He shook his head, “I’ll get something for you, sweets. What do you want?” You smiled, “Thanks, but I can get myself a plate.” Joe gave you a pointed look, making you sigh in defeat. “Fine,” you said, “I’m not picky, just get me whatever you’re having.” Joe shrugged, “Easy enough. We’ll be right back.”

The two football players and Jess went off to get in line for food, leaving you at the table all by yourself. You took this opportunity to go and talk to Lauren. You saw her at a table with her cousins, laughing along with something her cousin Sydney said. Lauren’s eyes lit up as she saw you approach the table.

“Y/n!” she squealed, walking over to you and throwing her arms around you. You giggled and put your arms around her, squeezing her gently. “I was just looking for you!” She said with a grin as she pulled away from you. Even though you really only talked to Lauren during your freshman and sophomore year of college, the two of you are still great friends.

You smiled, “Congratulations! You look beautiful, Laur.” She did a little twirl in her white reception dress, “It’s cute isn’t it?” You nodded. The blonde grinned once again, “It’s so good to see you, where’s Joe?”

You pointed over to the other room where all of the food was. “He’s over there getting us food.” Lauren hummed, “Well enjoy some for me, I’m sure I won’t get much time to eat tonight.”

The reception had just started and Lauren and Ethan were already busy going around each table and thanking guests for coming and celebrating their big day. As more guests arrive, they’re only get busier.

You smiled, “I’m sure you’ll be able to find some time. I’ll talk to you and Ethan more later,” you pulled her into another hug, “congrats again.” You walked away from Lauren as she went away to go find Ethan. Joe, Sam and Jess got back to the table the same time that you did. Joe say your plate down at your spot. He had gotten both of you a fillet and roasted potatoes. You thanked Joe and sat down in the chair, enjoying your meal with your boyfriend and friends. As you all ate, the maid of honor and best man gave their speeches. The speeches were all very thoughtful and sweet, capturing both Lauren and Ethan extremely well. Waiters came around to all of the tables, clearing plates and handing out flutes full of bubbly champagne. Joe thanked the waiter and grabbed two glasses, one for him and one for you.

“I thought you didn’t like champagne?” You asked, taking a sip of the bubbly. Joe shrugged, “It’s alright. Thought I would at least drink one with you.” You hummed in amusement as you sat the flute back down on the table. You watched as Joe finished off his champagne. A bit of the bubbly liquid dripping down his chin. Your breath hitched as you watched Joe lick the liquid from his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. He put the glass down on the table and slowly took his gaze away from yours. He knew what he was doing to you.

Some time had passed and the two of you were engaged in conversation with Sam and Jess. As you were talking about your vacation plans before OTA’s, you felt Joe place his hand on your thigh, slowly bringing up to the hem of your dress slit. His fingers toyed with the satin material before they found their way under your dress. You glanced over at Joe, seeing him nod along to what Jess was saying, not even seeming fazed by his actions. You brought your gaze back to Jess, giving her a small smile. You had to play it cool…they cant get suspicious. You gasped lightly as you felt Joe’s fingers sneak past the side of your lace panties and begin playing with your sensitive clit. Your hand gripped the table as he entered two fingers into the entrance of your soaked core, his thumb still teasing your clit as he rhythmically pumped his fingers in out of you.

“So Y/n, you and Joe going anywhere?”

Joe added another finger and picked up the pace, rubbing your clit faster. Your legs began to twitch at his teasing motions. You brought you hand up to your mouth, muffling the whimper that escaped your mouth.

“You OK?” Joe asked, giving you a concerned look. You looked at him with wide eyes. How he could act normal as if he wasn’t giving you an orgasm under the table was appalling to you. You pulled your hand away from your mouth, giving him a tight lipped smile, “I’m fine,” you breathed out, closing your eyes as you felt your walls tighten around Joe’s fingers. You were so close.

“We’re uh, actually going to-uh,” You cleared your throat, trying to hold back your moans of pleasure as you spoke. Joe stopped rubbing your clit and you pulled his hand out of your dress, your juices covering his fingers as he pulled them out of you. “South Carolina for a week.” You finished with a tight smile. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Joe nod. Your core was aching,wanting more than just his skilled hands to bring you to your climax. Joe looked at you with a smirk as you grimaced slightly from the arousal between your thighs. Sam and Jess got up from the table and went off to find the open bar, getting a couple drinks each. Once the couple was far enough away from the table, Joe brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. He did it in such a smooth manner that no one would even be suspicious.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” You said lowly, looking at Joe with wide eyes.

“What?” he pulled his index finger out of his mouth with a pop, “fingered you under the table or didn’t let you finish?” He asked smugly. You shook your head and looked away from him. You couldn’t believe him right now. Weeks of not having any intimate interaction and Joe chooses your college roommates wedding to get frisky with you!? You knew you needed to tease him somehow the way he teased you. You looked around the room of the reception venue, trying to think of the perfect way to tease your boyfriend. It suddenly hit you when your eyes landed on the dessert table. A sly smile made its way onto your face as you gazed at the cupcakes sitting on the table.

You got up from your chair and flattened out your maroon dress, glancing at Joe, “I’ll be right back.” Was all you said as you walked off to the dessert table. You grabbed a plate and picked up a vanilla cupcake. A large helping of white buttercream frosting was perfectly piped onto the cupcake and finished off with just a hint of gold sprinkles. Perfect…You thought as you looked at the cupcake. Satisfied with your choice, you walked back over to the table and greeted Joe with a sultry smile. You sat back down in your seat and carefully unwrapped the cupcake. You placed the wrapper down on the plate and picked the cupcake up. Joe watched with lust filled eyes as you brought your finger up to the white frosting, swiping the side of the frosting so a generous amount was on the tip of your finger. You eyed him as you brought your frosting covered finger up to your mouth. You put your finger in your mouth, licking the sugary substance off the tip. You made a show of going back for more.

“Mmm,” you moaned out, “so good.” You brought the cupcake up to your mouth, licking a stripe all the way around the white frosting. You smirked in amusement as you noticed Joe’s jaw clench at your teasing actions. As you licked the frosting you made sure to keep your eyes locked with Joe the entire time. The unbroken eye contact only adding to the built up arousal you both were feeling. You finished teasing Joe with the frosting and that’s when he had had enough with the teasing.

"Meet me in the bathroom..." He whispered in your ear, his hot breath on your neck making you shiver involuntarily. Joe pulled his head away from yours and straightened his checkered suit jacket. You watched as he walked off to the bathroom. His strides were so casual, acting as if he wasn't about to rock your world in a matter of minutes. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you saw the door to the one stall bathroom open and close. You glanced around your surroundings, making sure nobody would catch you head off to the bathroom moments after Joe did. Many of the guests were either on the dance floor or at the open bar waiting for their booze, so they wouldn't even take a second glance if they saw you walk past them and head to the bathroom after your lover. You stood from the table and readjusted the maroon material of your dress before you headed towards the bathroom. You reached for the door handle, swinging the bathroom door open. Before you had any time to react, Joe crashed his lips onto yours, feverishly kissing you. You fell into the kiss, his strong arms supporting your body as he reached out to the lock the bathroom door. You pulled away from Joe, already out of breath from the couple harsh kisses.

"We have to be quick," you breathed out, already sliding your panties off as you spoke, "don't want anyone to be suspicious of us." Joe hummed, "Yes ma'am." His lips were on yours again as he took off his suit jacket, throwing it aside to the floor. Your lips connected as Joe pushed you against the sink counter. "Jump," he said huskily. You followed his instructions, sitting against the bathroom counter. Joe began to kiss down your neck, sucking the delicate skin and being sure to leave reddish purple blotches on different areas. As his head moved down to your chest you let your hands fall to his curly hair. Joe had started growing his hair out, and boy did you love it. Especially when he wears a headband. Those dark blonde curls in a headband had you (and others) going absolutely feral. Joe pulled the spaghetti straps of your dress down slightly, just enough to give him access to your bare breasts. He began to kiss the swollen skin of your right breast, tongue swirling over your sensitive nipple before he put his mouth around it and started to suck at the sensitive bud. You bit your lip and moaned in pleasure as your hands tugged at his curls. One thing about Joe was that he always knew how to pleasure you. Whether it took two minutes or twelve, Joe never failed at pleasuring you in ways you didn't even know was possible. After he was satisfied with pleasuring your sensitive nipples, he brought his face back up to yours, breath hot as he said, "I could really use some of that cupcake frosting right now." You cocked your head to the side, "And what would you do with that?" Joe brought his back down to your bare chest.

"I would put some frosting here...and here..." he motioned to both of your breasts. "And then, I would do this," you gasped as his tongue swirled around your nipples once again. Joe chuckled amusingly as he noticed you growing more and more aroused by his actions. "And then, once I'm done there, I would put some right here." He rubbed a veiny hand down your tummy. He looked up at you with lust filled eyes, "And I'd lick it up until theres nothing left." You bit your lip at his description. Too bad you're in a public bathroom and not at home. You could really use that frosting right about now...

"Would you like that, Y/n?" Joe asked, his voice sultry. You nodded, "It sounds so good Joe." He hummed in agreement, "It'll have to wait for later tonight...this will have to do for now."

At this point, you didn't care where you and Joe got intimate. It has been weeks since you've had sex, plus you needed him badly.

"Joe," you whimpered out, "I need you." Joe's veiny hands ran down your torso, stopping when they reached your hips. He gave them a gentle squeeze before he pulled his hands off of them. Joe quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his legs in one swift motion. His large cock bulging out of his underwear as his erection grew from being out of the restraint of his tight pants. He pulled his undergarments down as you pulled your satin dress to one side, giving him full access to your dripping core through the slit of your dress. Joe lined himself up with your entrance and thrusted himself into you. You threw your head back in pleasure as the tip of his cock repeatedly pushed up against your cervix. You straightened your neck as Joe leaned forward to kiss you, hungrily as he urgently thrusted into you. It was obvious that you were both deprived of one another's touch and intimacy. Joe pumped himself deeper into you as his forehead rested against the crook of your neck.

"You feel so good Y/n," he panted, letting a groan slip out, "so good." You moaned out in blissful pleasure as the speed of his thrusts picked up, "M-more, please." You practically whimpered out, "I'm so close Joe." Another thing about Joe was that he always had you begging for more. You felt your walls tighten around his cock as a familiar warmth pooled in your lower belly. "I'm- uh," you moaned incoherently, "gonna cum." Joe brought a hand down to your core, rubbing his finger against your sensitive clit in order to make you cum harder and faster. You felt like you couldn't form words as Joe pleasured you. Your face contorted into one of pleasure as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm. "That's it pretty girl," he said, gritting his teeth as he two was growing close to his release, "cum for me." One last thrust of his hips had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your legs shaking as your juices coated Joe's cock when you came down from your high. You both were moaning messes as Joe thrusted a couple more times, he went to pull out when his orgasm grew close, but you stopped him. "Don't" you breathed out, stopping him, "cum inside of me, please. I wanna feel you..." That's all Joe needed to hear before he too came, his hot cum filling you up and dripping from your cunt as he pulled out of you. Both of your chests heaved as you recovered from your intense orgasms.

"That was amazing," you breathed out, letting your hands rest against Joe's shoulders, who still stood between your legs. "We should do that again sometime." He chuckled softly, backing away from you and grabbing a handful of paper towels so the two of you could clean yourselves off. He slyly grinned as he said, "We should, but with the frosting next time." You chuckled at his suggestion as you pushed yourself off of the counter, legs wobbly as you stood. You wiped your soaked core and thighs clean of a mixture of yours and Joe's cum, Joe doing the same with his manhood. You readjusted your dress straps and stood in front of the mirror, fixing your hair and straightening out your dress so that nobody would know you were busy getting your guts rearranged in the bathroom. Joe stood next to you, fixing his dark blonde curls before he zipped his maroon pants. You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his body, the two of you leaning in to share a passionate kiss. Joe pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. You smiled softly up at him, staring into those blue eyes you were obsessed with.

"We should go back out there." He said lowly. You nodded in agreement, "You go first." he said, pushing you gently towards the bathroom door. You unlocked the door, swinging it open and walking out of the bathroom. Thankfully, nobody seemed to be waiting on the occupied bathroom. You walked back over to yours and Joe's table. As you got closer you saw Sam and Jess sitting in their chairs, laughing about something with one another. Jess' eyes lit up as she saw you come back to the table and sit down. "There you are," she smiled, "we were wondering where you went."

You had to come up with a lie. Or not, they didn't have to hear the whole truth. "I was in the bathroom." Sam nodded, "I assumed. Where's Joe?" Your breath hitched, "Oh he's-." You felt a hand press against your back. "Right here." Joe said with a small smile as he sat back down in his chair. He let out a breath, "I was on my way to the bar, got caught up talking with some fans." Jess nodded, "Same thing happened to Sam."

Sam stood from his chair and excused himself. You looked over at Joe, smiling softly at him as he placed a hand on your thigh. Something about him looked different...

Your eyes widened as you saw Sam walk back to the table with Joe's checkered suit jacket in his hands. Oh no. You mentally cursed yourself as Sam stood in front of you and Joe, his lips in a straight line as he held the jacket up.

"Any idea why this was on the bathroom floor?" Joe shrugged, his cheeks turning pink, "Oops." Was all he said as he took the jacket from Sam.

You and Joe may have gotten caught, but it was totally worth it.

hey loves!

a double update? wow, its your lucky night babes ;)

i literally NEVER write smut, so i aplogize if it's not good. but i won't lie, this had me giggling and kicking my feet in a few spots🤭 some parts I'm shocked i could write, BUT i’m actually very proud of myself for writing it so yay lol

if you absolutely hated this please be nice. like i said, i dont ever write smut. this idea came to me when i was eating a cupcake at my grad party. i knew i just had to write it HAHA

anyways, i hope everyone is doing well! thank you so much for reading my work and always having something sweet to say about it. it means so much to me🤍

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🖤🍒goth girl scottie anyone??🍒🖤

this girl can be yours! OTA, Offer what you think is fair. Will accept $, suit parts, art, etc.

I would just love for her to go to a home that will use her! Offers end in one week (2/17)

reblogs are much appreciated for reach!

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OTA Adoptable Design done and ready for a home! HS ft. @periipeti

Looking for offers from 200$ and onwards! Any offers at 400$ and onwards will have the HS and Weapon coloured in as well :] !! Reply to offer! [Design Claimed!]

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Uploaded a new character and just slapped a generic "wip" in the bio section because I'm too damn tired to write out their bio rn and had someone comment within an hour of being uploaded "can I have them?"

No sales tags. Actually has a name (so not "ota", "Adopt", "Freebie", or similar as a name). Tagged "Forever Homed". No indication that they're ufo.

Like, no you can't have them??? I literally JUST made them??? And not even an offer, just "can I has plz"? Seems really rude imo.

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Our cosplay at Sandrock-

I showed this surprise on the OTAS discord already but forgot to post it here;

I was tidying up my cosplay's closet and when I saw some wig, I thought "hey, I can try to do cosplay of some builder"

So I did it ; I search for each Pinterest board people created for their OC to find some outfit inspiration, but actually that's hard because every clothes style are different-

The cosplay are made with things I already have at home, so it's not very accurate for some OC, I apologize 🥲

Aerie from @illusidy

Sarantuyaa from @peenuttg

Builder from @spookemsdukems

Wisteria from @sanddusted-wisteria

Daethius from @tyesteban

That's done ! ✨

Glad you like it 🥺