#Messing around - don't read too much into this

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 real mature... | various (i mean it) hsr men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; someone asks you out infront of your boyfriend while you're on a date, how do they react ?!

love mail — this is a lot because its short and i literally dk what to write 💔 YES im sqgeism and lost movitation after two weeks ゜゜(´O｀)°゜atp i'll make a tiktok bc this is NOT me.. 5 million metaphors and unnecessary poetic language imy

anaxa just looks offended. death stares them till they get a hint and makes sure to be much closer to you the whole date. he does NOT play and if you try he's bashing someones head in.

no one is approaching you with mydei around.. lets be real.. but in the hypothetical that it DOES happen.. all he has to do is smile and have his hand hold onto their shoulder a bit too tightly. there will be NO ONE flirting w his soulmate.

phainon knows he's too pretty to leave so he does NOT care. his facecard got him here and NOBODY is taking that place 🤦‍♀️ tells 'em to read the room while kissing your forehead.

caelus totally pushes you towards them like "oh yes, one burden off my back!" before quickly pulling you back into his arms, back pressed against his chest as he looms over you, glaring at the guy. "kidding, fuck off."

blade stares. sends them off running and mutters "it works every time."

aventurine places a stack of bills in their hand and mutters a quick "don't do this again." before taking you away from the place, hand VERY intentionally caressing your waist while he does.

they trip before they get too close, totally not because of il dan heng's tail. probably also gets whacked in the face while they're on the floor, and you don't even notice because he starts talking about taking you to a fancy dinner while walking away.

you have to be the one to pull dr. ratio away because he's about to drop a building on some idiot. kidding... kind of. he has that look in his eyes that convinces you he's thinking about it.

acts nonchalant about it in the moment, gallagher has them blacklisted from every bar you frequent in the next. NEVER happening again

who the hell is messing with the silvermane guards partner 💔 gepard thinks about it happening and makes himself upset over a fictional scenario.

"taken. move on." moze is quick to the point with a sharp glare, proudly flexes his promise ring to you and continues on with the date. doesn't even try to get away cause he knows he's got you.

"as if you could handle alla that." boothill knows he'll be 10x the man of ANYONE despite being 90% machine. carries you over his shoulder to prove a point, but apologizes if you get embarrassed LMAO

[deesseshesca]

PAC: What they would do to your naked body that they will be afraid to admit ? (18+)

(SINGLE SINCE BIRTH - ERA ~4 )

No, you are NOT dreaming ... SHE'S BACKKKK !

Pile 1 

Hey  girl/boy  hey ! How are you doing ? Miss y’all so much ! Anyways don't look at me like that … in what kind of mess did you put yourself into ? Imma move on but we definitely circling back to this next time. Now we are all about the way your next partner would dream about treating your naked body but will be too afraid to admit it. 

First thing first, y’all know I am not the one to sell y’all dreams, right ? No coming back did not change that side of me but babe you are the turning point in your next lover's life. I mean there's a clear before and after effect. Now I’m hearing the lyrics of Brokey: When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown

You ain't never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out (turned you out). There's a difference; the second part of the verse does not apply to you. Like you did not do anything to make that person change. You did not want that person to change. They saw what you were about and decided to change their way. You might never know how much of a trash lover they were until they decide to be honest with you. In my vision, I see a guy dressed like a bad guy in the 50s looking at the pretty preppy girl in pink from a mile away and instead of wanting to do bad to her he want to show her how good love can get.She's the only one worth his good side. I aint saying y’all fit that narrative is just an analogy. 

In their mind, there's no crazy possessive act or even passion. If we stick to my vision, they want you in their pretty car, caressing your leg, keep losing themself in your pretty brown eyes (some of y’all have green eyes and enjoying deep conversion. They don't even want to take you out at night because they want to make sure you know they are serious and this is not some kind of trap. Now sometimes, late at night in their room, they may catch a boner because they mind is almost ``forcing`` them to think of you in a more sexual manner. They will think of kissing your neck (not leaving hickeys because the mere fact that you let them this close to your delicate energy is a privilege). Most of y’all in this pile have the bra game crack and under control (I am jealous tell me all your secrets, NOW !), your tits always look the fuck good. They would love to stare at them and you letting them do so not thinking he's a creep or not risking his chance with you. Caressing your inner thigh and also maybe playing a bit with your panties does cross their mind. They never go further than that because they need to focus on the bigger picture which is a long term commitment with you.  At the end of the day, their passiveness depends on your energy. If you ever give them hint of wanting more (fuck me eyes, playing with your tits, nasty texting …), they will jump on the occasion. 

They also enjoy how strict you are and love it when you remind them that you are not the one to play with. The fact that you can drop them that easily is a turn on for them. They also imagine you, squirting all over them. Overstimulating you with their munch abilities and flipping you around on their dicks at night they cant their mind out the gutter. 

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PILE  2

Hey to my lesbian girlypop. How is your cherry doing ? I hope you had all the fun you wanted while I was gone, if not good news the fun is coming. 

Your next partner's sexual thoughts about you, that they would be afraid to admit is that they want you. I think this person presents themself as straight until they meet you and you set fire to their POV. You may actually never know this person is thinking about you that way and if you miss the clue, you are going to miss out on a beautiful opportunity for some good sex because they are pretty lowkey. I ain't going to lie no matter what, this is not going to transform into a full blown relationship. You may have a habit of falling in love with a good box so guard yourself. Don't worry, this person is a gentle soul. I see y’all being FWB. Everytime they are going to think about it in a sexual manner is going to shook them because that's not who they are. They never wanted and thought of playing in the rainbow before you. They will take extra time reminiscing about your tits and your natural curvy body. Most of y’all reading this have an hourglass body or pear body no matter slim or thick. Y’all going to have good sex after having an honest discussion regarding y’all desires and the way y’all want to deal with it. 

Her love language is physical touch. She might get extra affectionate with you because she loves the feel of your bust on her. Another hint, you may need to catch. Funny enough, she also has a habit of falling in love which is quicker than you. Idk the relationship may be chaotic not the toxic kind and the sex bomb. Maybe because it comes with forbidden feelings. Anyways the ball is in your court, you decide if you want to mess with that or keep going in your dry spell era. 

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PILE 3 

How are you doing queen ? It has been a whole month since I left and you are still bedrotting ? What happens with all your goals set in Jan 2025… huh ? No, don't go away, I'm not stepping on your neck (this time at least). I am not here for that TODAY. Today is all about love and good vibes and you deserve all that. Even when you think you don't …

Let's dive into it ! To begin with, your next partner is going to think you are porn star beautiful. Don't worry I was mad for you when I got that message. Me (yesterday) : WTF DO U MEAN PORNSTAR BEAUTY ! Are u sex addicts because I swear my babes deserve better than that … Until my spiritual team told me to calm my butt down. Your next partner is no sex addict and he dont think your makeup is cakey. What he tries to make me understand is you have every attribute to make any man fall on their knees yet you are too insecure. In his sexual dream regarding you, you are more confident. Your dominant planet may be Venus and you may have a stellium in Taurus because everything you do is so sexy and sensual. Some of y’all have a rising sign in Scorpio with all that I have mentioned, damm another day wishing I could see y’all gorgeous face. Your voice is sweet like honey but very sexually inviting. Like you can be reciting a grocery list and you would make these men have blue balls. He could be on facetime masturbating to you just doing your laundry. You have a natural pretty face, your mannerism is enchanting and your voice oulalala dont worry they will not. If in your future you are down for that, you don't have to ask them twice. Calling you is their bad habit. They love receiving voice memos from you. Also they think you are hiding some kind of sexual talent. Maybe you know how to ride it well or you give good head. They know you are uncomfortable when it comes to sex. Most of you, your ex took your spark away when it comes to being sexy (funny this is single since birth …). Or maybe somebody you thought you were in a relationship with the whole time he was cheating with you which took your confidence away and left you with nothing but guilt.They want to feel like a boss, they would probably daydream about taking charge in the bedroom. Not full blown dominatrix but telling them where you want them to put their hands. Where you want them to kiss. Holding their head down while their munching. Would love for you to express how good you make them feel and how it is only them making you feel that way. They LIVE for your validation and YOUR validation ONLY. For some it is someone from your past not the bad ex/situationship is actually somebody you have good moments with but you naturally drift away and you are going to reconnect again. Fucking them would be full of longing and euphoria. Is almost like fucking on the clouds, so dreamy and soft. They can sense a growth in you when they see again, that you may take for granted. When they left you were more of a people pleaser and when they are coming back you have an ease in displaying your boundaries which they are going to be so proud of you for changing. I keep hearing : babygirl & ‘’ I am so proud of you’’. Throughout all your relationship they are always going to celebrate your wins whether they are small or huge. 

This man is definitely a white one. There's a high chance he has blue eyes and blond hair. Also he walks around with a sex playlist … lol. 

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PILE 4

Hey my wild rides. I missed your chaos. Don't tell the other you are secretly my fav energy (y’all : I could have swear a couple post ago, you said gentle & delicate soul were your fav… me: No need to fight ladies, Shesca has enough love for all of you (no me entering my douchebag era)). Anyways what kind of mess did you create and left like it was not your fault while I was gone. Is ok, you right … How could it ever be your fault? 

That being said, let's go back to the business that pays me (shameless promo, go get a private reading !). Talking about shamelessness, you like big dicks. Don't try to hide the cards rat you out a long time ago. Since it is supposed to be for my single since birth, y’all may have a size kinks. Which shows me that your type may be tall muscles guys. You may have something for big biceps. You don't want them gym rat way but more nerds type way that still go to the gym and send you pictures after they are done. I know your pussy just did that crazy twirl, let's calm down lady. The next person you are going to deal with is going to be your dreams come true. They are going to want you to be hooked on them and to only have eyes for them. Honestly they may be quite stoic from the outside in even their sense of style is quite minimal ( just wanted to add that they smell extra good) but inside they are fucking golden retrivers. They would do anything for you to compliment them. They will put that work in the bedroom girl ! Just for you, the pillow princess to say it was good. Is like a reward for them. You guys will need to find a middle ground. That is what they think about because compared to them you are tiny. They can easily break, they are actually scared of hurting you. Or embarrassing you with a run at the emergency room because he decided to go to deep inside. He will have an Aries mars … shit. Big dig, size kink and Aries mars … don't worry I am already calling the police on your behalf. In their daydream regarding your naked body, they are not actually picturing you naked. They are pictureing y’all kissing, caressing each other's body and you asking for more and them telling you, he can't because he is scared of hurting you.  

That person is an amazing cuddler and loves cuddling. Do not joke around about cuddling time, it may be one of your couple's traditions. Maybe before bed is mandatory y’all cuddle. Y’all may also have a tradition of always showering together.  He is also very vocal in the bedroom, talks dirty, moans, grunts and may even beg …

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[v6quewrlds]

&.⠀⠀NSFW A-Z⠀⋆⠀JOE BURROW.

pairing⠀⁎⠀joe burrow x reader. word count⠀⁎⠀11.5k.

summary⠀⁎⠀nsfw a to z with joe.

author's note⠀⁎⠀used a couple of drafts for some sections. not written as dr!reader but i guess it applies if you wanna read it like that? i've had requests for this since november lmao, hope y'all enjoy <3 warnings⠀⁎⠀18+ mdni, smut, third person [she/her], oral, sexting/sex tapes (kinda sorta), unprotected, semi-public, language.

read more⠀⁎⠀joe burrow masterlist.

A, AFTERCARE:

After sex, it's all slow speech, hooded eyes, and lazy smiles. Joe needs the warmth radiating from her to keep him from floating away. Aftercare is tender and thorough, usually filled with gentle touches, light kisses, and a few quiet moments of pure contentment. She often runs her fingers through his hair, while Joe's arms wrap around her in a loose embrace. They're both sticky and sweaty, but it's a mess they don't mind.

When he finally regains the strength to clean up, there's a box of baby wipes near the bed, ready to bring a soothing cool to flushed skin. He might toss the wipes with a flick of his wrist, the word, "Curry," falling from his lips as it just narrowly misses the bin.

Evenings usually brought a shower and a bath, his hands kneading her shoulders, her neck, her back. She would lean into Joe’s touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as his strong, calloused hands worked the tension from her body. They’d linger under the hot water until it turned tepid, their skin pruning. Slow kisses exchanged as they stood wrapped up in warm towels, losing track of time.

Coming back to bed, he'd indulge in the way she’d snort when something tickled her too much, the way she’d squint when she was thinking too hard with her brain still foggy, and the way her smile never failed to make him feel like the most important person in the room. She, on the other hand, loved how Joe's face would relax into something peaceful and serene after climax, all the sarcasm and sharp edges momentarily dulled by the recession of endorphins.

B, BODY PART:

Joe's an ass man. It's no secret. The way her hips swayed when she walked into a room was like poetry to his eyes. He could spend hours tracing the contours of her backside with his fingertips, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the firmness of her muscles. It was as if he gravitated towards her ass like a homing pigeon to its roost. He'd get laser-focused, intent on making her squirm and moan with every gentle squeeze or playful smack.

She was really no better when it came to his chest. The way Joe's pecs rippled and flexed was enough to make her lose her train of thought. Her favorite thing was the way his heart thumped against her palm when she laid her hand over it. It was a reassuring beat that she felt in her soul, a reminder that she was home. She'd trace the line of his pectorals with her nails, watching him shiver before planting a gentle kiss over his heart, her kissing trailing upwards until she was kissing the base of his throat, feeling the beat of his heart against her lips.

C, CUM:

"Fuck," he groaned, both hands covering his face as his voice broke around the edges of the word. The couch was plush beneath his thighs, his head falling back over the armrest as he felt heat spread through him, pumping his heart, and bringing a red tint to his neck and face.

Her right hand gripped his cock, her hold on him firm. She kissed along the vein on the underside of his shaft, his pulse fluttering against her lips, his taste salty. She took him in her mouth, her eyes flicking up to meet his through her lashes. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue swirling around the head in slow, deliberate motions that had Joe's body tightening.

She pulled off of him, her hand pumping, her wrist twisting slowly as she watched the pleasure play out across his features. The veins in his neck stood out, his eyes squeezed shut tightly, and his teeth dug into his lower lip. He was close.

"Hmmm," she hummed, stroking Joe's cock with a knowing smile. "Close?" she whispered teasingly, her hand gliding over him like warm honey.

Joe's forearms crossed over his face, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he released a strangled moan. "Yeah," he murmured, his hips jerking up to meet her touch. "So close, baby. Don't stop."

Her smile grew, her eyes gleaming as she took his words as a challenge. She increased her pace, her hand moving swiftly, her thumb brushing the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock. She watched as Joe's abdomen tensed, his thighs quivered, and his whole body began to shake with the effort of holding back. She knew his threshold, knew exactly how much more he could take. He just wasn't there yet.

She leaned in, her tongue swiping over the tip of his cock, collecting the precum that had gathered. His control continued to slip, his hips thrusting upward, seeking more of her warm, wet mouth. With a soft laugh, she took him in again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep. His groan sounded an inch further away than a moment before, no doubt having thrown his head back over the headrest again. Those golden brown strands of hair were messy, sticking to his forehead with sweat and tousled from his touch.

Her other hand roved over his thigh, tracing the muscles, her nails gently scraping over his skin. She felt him tense, his breath catching in his throat. The head of Joe's cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She breathed through her nose, her hand still stroking the parts of him her mouth couldn’t reach.

"God, baby," Joe hissed, his voice strained, his entire body coiled tight. "I'm gonna cum." She felt one of his hands reach down to tangle in her hair, gripping tightly as his hips jerked upwards, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.

She swallowed around him, her throat muscles tightening around his length as he came. His cum spurted hot and thick, flooding her mouth. As Joe's orgasm subsided, his hips stilled and his grip on her hair loosened, his hand moving to cradle the back of her head instead.

"Swallow," he commanded gruffly. She obeyed, her eyes holding his gaze as she swallowed every drop. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him, and sat back on her heels, watching him come down from his high.

Joe's chest was heaving, his face flushed. His hand remained on the back of her head, stroking her hair gently. "Fuck," he murmured, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Get up here."

She took her time, rising to her feet. Joe reached out, pulling her down to straddle him, his cock still semi-hard between her legs. He kissed her, his tongue tasting of himself, and she melted into it, her hands sliding into his hair.

D, DIRTY SECRET:

In all the years that his closest friends had known him, Joe had never been as protective over his phone as he was now. It was in the smallest actions that went unnoticed by most. The way he would whip it out of sight when it vibrated during dinner, or the way he angled the phone away when he was undoubtedly texting her. They all chalked it up to bashfulness. He was always selective about showing affection in public; he had never been one for PDA in any of his relationships.

The truth lay beneath the surface just for the two of them in the form of a hidden photo album. Within the depths of Joe's phone was a collection of images reserved for his eyes only. It was her body on display, her moans mixing with his, her skin glistening with sweat and his cum.

Some of the videos were lighthearted. The two of them laughing as she straddled him. Or her puffs of frustration met with his amused quips as she rode him reverse cowgirl, trying to hit just the right angle. But the most popular ones, the ones Joe watched most often, were the ones where she was on her back, legs spread wide, and he was pounding into her. Her eyes would roll back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

His favorite video was from a few months ago, right after they had moved in together. His phone was held in her hand, high enough above her head in selfie mode to capture what was going on. Her knees dug into the mattress on either side of his hips, her free hand buried in the hair at the nape of his neck. He mouthed at her neck and shoulder, nipping and sucking, his hands just as busy, cupping and squeezing handfuls of her ass.

"So perfect," he mumbled so low it was barely perceptible. She bit her bottom lip with a smug smile, watching Joe's expression as he dipped his head to kiss the top of her breasts. His right hand lifted from her flesh, pausing in the air before coming down in a satisfying smack to her ass. She yelped, her body jumping before she giggled.

"Joseph," she scolded playfully, slapping at his arm. He grinned up at her, his eyes sparkling as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, hands still kneading her ass. "You're gonna make me drop your phone."

Joe laughed softly before he smacked her ass again, this time harder. "You better not," he shot back, his tone light and teasing. She squirmed against him as she shifted the phone to her other hand, huffing under her breath about her arm getting tired. He didn't pay her complaints any mind, continuing on his mission to make her writhe for him.

"Open," he ordered faintly, dipping his middle and ring finger into her mouth, watching her eyes glaze over as she took them in, her tongue flicking around his digits before she obeyed. She sucked on them, a soft sound of pleasure escaping her as she felt Joe's eyes on her, his gaze intense and hungry. He withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers down to her opening, circling once, twice, three times before slowly pushing in.

She whimpered at the feeling of his fingers filling her, her eyes squeezing shut, her body tightening around the digits, the camera shaking in her grasp as she breathed out. He began to pump in and out of her with his hand, pressing a row of kisses from the center of her sternum out to the edge of her shoulder.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned, her voice cutting through the wet squelches of Joe's hand in her pussy. "So good, Joey," she moaned, her eyes fluttering open to look directly into the camera, a look of pure ecstasy painted across her features.

"Don't drop it," he warned again, pausing his movements to allow her a chance to steady the device. "Keep filming, baby."

"It's not as easy as it looks," she quipped, her voice breathy and ragged, as she attempted to keep the camera steady while Joe's ministrations grew more vigorous. Her walls clenched around his fingers, her thighs quivering, and she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

"I can see that," Joe murmured, "but you're doing a great job." His thumb circled her clit, pressing firmly, and she had to grip the phone tighter to avoid dropping it. Her breath caught as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm coil deep in her belly.

He allowed her a moment to catch her breath, accepted the deep press of her lips to his own before his hand slid away, leaving her wetness to cool in the open air. The camera remained steady in her hand, the recording still rolling. Just as she began to grind down on his bulge, his hand lifted again to come down hard on her ass once more.

"Ow! What the fuck, Joe?" She yelped, her eyes flying open. She glared down at him, the phone slipping precariously in her hand.

Joe's grin was unrepentant. "Don't act like you don't love it," he said, his voice a low rumble. He took the opportunity to soothe the sting, shifting her weight so she was no longer sitting back on her heels. With her lower half at his eye-level, he dipped his head to press a kiss to the side of her hip.

"Better?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement, as he watched her regain her composure.

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face was all the answer he needed. "Keep it up and I won't be responsible for what happens to this phone," she warned him, ending the recording as Joe laughed, full and bright in the background.

E, EXPERIENCE:

Joe has a good amount of experience but still likes to learn his partners. There's a few things he can always rely on like his steady hands and his impeccable ability to read body language. He likes the challenge of figuring out how to use his hands just right, where to kiss, where to bite, all to get the perfect reaction.

F, FAVORITE POSITION:

The roll of her hips above him was mesmerizing, the way her skin glistened with sweat and her breasts bounced with every thrust was a sight to behold. Joe's eyes remained glued to her face, watching her expressions shift from pleasure to concentration and back again. His hands held onto her thighs, his grip tight but not painful, guiding her movements to match his rhythm.

"That's it, baby," Joe encouraged, his voice deep and rough with desire as he watched her body move over him. "Take what you need."

Her eyes locked onto Joe's, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts as she picked up the pace, her inner walls tightening around his length. If he could burn this sight into his mind, he would. Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into his shoulders as she reached for her peak. Joe knew her body so well, the way she liked it, the way she needed it.

It was in the bounce of her breasts and the arch of her back that Joe found bliss. He loved seeing her use him for leverage, taking the proverbial reins to scratch an itch only he could reach. He fawned over the way she'd begin to whine, her thighs giving out before she'd sigh, clamoring for his help, pulling his hands to her hips to bring her down harder onto him, her sickly sweet essence coating his length with every drop of her arousal.

"Need my help, huh?" he would mock her, his voice dark, pupils blown wide as he watched her tremble above him; weakened by the effort of keeping herself steady. And she would bite out a 'please' through gritted teeth, head nodding violently, her eyes squeezed shut.

Joe didn't miss a beat, his hands moving from her thighs to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. He took over her pace, guiding her down onto him with more force than she had been using. She was tight around him, so fucking tight, walls fluttering as she approached her climax. It was always the sound of her voice that pushed him over the edge, the way she'd say his name that had him ready to sign his entire life away if it meant hearing that sweet sound every day for the rest of his life.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting Joe's as she leaned back slightly, her breasts swaying with the motion. Her hand found its way between her legs, her thumb circling her clit, pressing down in time with Joe's thrusts. She watched him, watched the way his eyes never left her, the way his jaw was clenched in determination, the way his neck strained.

"I'm close," she panted, breathless whispers passing through her swollen lips.

"Yeah?" Joe questioned, groaning as she pulsed around him. "Tell me how bad you need it, baby."

Her eyes searched his, the haze of pleasure sucking him in. "So…so bad," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Please, Joe, harder."

Obeying her desperate plea, Joe's grip tightened on her hips, his strokes becoming more forceful. Each time he drove into her, she'd let out a high-pitched sob that only made him want to go faster, deeper. The slap of their skin echoed through the room, a rhythmic beat that grew faster, more intense. The headboard smacked against the wall in a steady tempo.

Her walls tightened around him, her nails digging into his skin. The pressure was building, coiling in his balls, threatening to spill over at any second. He watched her face, the way her eyes had gone glassy with pleasure, the way her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip to hold back the scream that was threatening to escape.

"That's it," he grunted when she made that tell-tale face, the one where her eyes would roll back in her head and she'd bite her bottom lip until it was bruised. She was so beautiful like this. "There you go beautiful, just like that."

Her orgasm crashed over her, her body jolting and trembling as she came down around him. Her walls spasmed and contracted, a pulsing that had Joe groaning out her name. His hips jerked, spilling into her in thick, hot pulses as he followed her over the edge.

Their breaths mingled in the air above them, humid puffs leaving strained lungs. He pulled her to rest against his chest, hands running along her back, her legs still straddling his waist. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, the slope of her shoulder. She nuzzled into him, a small smile playing on her lips.

G, GOOFY:

Joe's not a giggler in the bedroom. Once he's turned on, it's like someone's flipped a switch and he's in it for the long haul. But every once in a while, something would happen that was so absurd, so utterly ridiculous, that they couldn't help but laugh together. Like the time Joe's foot slipped on the duvet and headbutted her nose, or when they had tried to switch positions in the wrong direction so quickly that they'd ended up in a tangled heap on the floor.

The post-coital giggles and roasts are much more common.

"We gotta work on your stamina, baby," Joe teased, his voice still gruff. His chest heaved under her head as she collapsed against him, her body boneless and satiated.

She rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Shut up," she murmured, her voice muffled by his shoulder. "I'm gonna be sore for the next week."

Joe chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I think that's the longest you've lasted on top," he said, his voice filled with pride. He gently rolled her off him, then leaned over her, trailing his lips up her shoulder, over her breasts, the line of her neck, and finally capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

"I'll grab something to clean up," Joe offered, his voice a gentle rumble as he pulled away from her embrace. She groaned, the loss of his warmth already making her want to pull him back, but she knew better than to argue with his bull-headed, determined efficiency. Her eyes followed his naked form as he strode to the bathroom, the light playing over his muscular backside.

The sound of running water filled the quiet room as Joe returned with a wet washcloth. He gently cleaned her up, his touch tender despite the raw passion that had just taken over them. After placing the washcloth in the hamper of used rags, he returned to bed. She settled against his chest, slinging one leg over his waist and throwing an arm across his abdomen.

"Did you set your alarm?" she asked tiredly, her eyes already fluttering closed as she cuddled into him.

Joe took his time answering. The hand splayed on her hip, his thumb massaging tight circles, before moving to the waistband of her panties, peeling them away from her body, cocking his arm back, and sending the underwear flying into the darkness. The fabric hit the wall with a dull thump, and she couldn’t help but laugh at his playfulness, even though her body was begging for sleep.

"What is wrong with you?" she laughed sleepily, her voice muffled against his skin as she nuzzled into his neck.

"Just don't want anything in the way of our skin-to-skin time before I go," Joe murmured while pulling her closer, his voice a warm rumble.

She giggled and squirmed. "I think you were dropped on your head as a baby," she murmured, her eyes still closed.

Joe chuckled, his hand moving to caress her skin in a more gentle manner, his fingertips tracing the curve of her spine. He felt her body tense up for a moment before relaxing into his touch. "Nah, I'm just a product of my environment," he said, his voice low and smug.

"What environment would that be?" She questioned, her voice laced with sleepy amusement.

"The one where I was blessed with this life," Joe quipped, his fingers continuing their lazy exploration of her skin. "I'm so lucky to have you, I don't take that for granted." He buried his nose in her hair, breathing her in, as his hand trailed up to the small of her back, his fingers breathing warmth over the goosebumps emerging across her lower back.

She sighed, the warmth of his words seeping into her bones. "I love you, despite how much you perplex me," she whispered, her eyes still closed. She felt Joe's chest rumble with his own laughter, his arms tightening around her.

"So lucky," he reiterated, pressing a kiss to her temple. She hummed in return, her thumb tracing shapes on Joe's chest as she snuggled closer, their bodies sticking together. She could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm, a comforting beat that calmed her own racing pulse. Despite the heat, she didn't want to let go, to break the warm cocoon of their embrace.

"I'll miss you," she whispered. The thought of two weeks without Joe's touch, his voice in her ear, his smell on her skin, was a heavy weight on her chest. But that was the downside of dating a pro athlete: the inevitable separations, the long hours, the rigid schedules.

Joe kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "I'll miss you too, baby," he said, his voice gruff with affection. "I always do. I'll be thinkin' about you all day, every day. Just waiting until I can get back here and do this again."

She sighed contentedly, her eyes drifting closed. "I'll be here, counting down the days," she mumbled, her voice already drifting into sleep. "Just promise me you won't do anything stupid out there. Come back to me in one piece."

"Always," Joe promised, his voice soothing and earnest. He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing each of her knuckles, his other hand still caressing the smooth skin of her back. "I'll be smart, come back to you just as good as new."

She nodded against him. A soft, drifting "Good boy," slipped from her lips.

H, HAIR:

He prefers to keep things tidy. Due to his sensitive skin, he keeps a tight schedule with his grooming habits. He's not super hairy, and he's freaked out by the idea of being completely bald down there, so he keeps it neatly trimmed. The carpet does indeed match the drapes, a natural happy medium between blonde and brown that's easy on the eyes.

I, INTIMACY:

The world seemed to spin in slow motion as Joe felt the warmth of her thighs envelop his head. The gentle drag of her fingertips through his hair made him shiver. Her voice faltering, her back arching as she spoke molten pleas into the darkness of the bedroom. It was in moments like these that Joe felt truly connected to her, as if every fiber of his being was tuned into her every thought and feeling.

He could almost hear her thoughts before they left her mouth, curling off her tongue, and wrapping him in a haze of comfort and love. He couldn't tell up from down, left from right. All he knew was her. The way she looked at him, the way she touched him. Every inch of him burned for her.

"J…" she moaned, her head rolling to the side, hand buried in his golden locks as she watched him worship her body. Joe didn't need to look up to know the effect he had on her. The way her body quivered, her thighs tightening around his neck, her breaths becoming more erratic—those were his cues. He knew her better than he knew himself, and he used that knowledge to his full advantage.

He was locked in, fully focused on her pleasure, his tongue swirling around her clit, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place. The lower half of his face was coated in her, his eyes closed in concentration as his mouth worked her into a frenzy. It was all heaven; her taste, her smell, her sounds. The tip of his nose nudged against her clit as he slid his tongue into her, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked.

"God, baby, please don't stop," she begged, her voice strained with pleasure. Her fingers tangled in Joe's hair, holding him in place as if he had any intention of moving.

Joe's response was a low groan, his tongue moving faster, pressing harder against her swollen bud. He felt her thighs shift, the pleasure building in her muscles, ready to clench around him in sweet release. He opened his eyes for a moment to watch her closely, the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, the way her eyes rolled back in her head. His own body was already responding, his cock hard and insistent, his hips grinding against the bed.

Her hand tightened in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp, a silent demand for more. He didn't hesitate, his mouth moving faster, his tongue working in time with her hips as they rocked against him. She was close, so close. He could feel it in the way her muscles clenched, in the way her breath hitched.

He pulled away for a brief second, kissing her clit before bringing him thumb down to press against it. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, watching her expression as she processed the new sensation. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his.

"Oh," she breathed out, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden change of pace. Joe's thumb circled her clit in a firm but gentle motion, setting her nerves alight. Her breath caught in her throat, the anticipation building in her chest. She watched him, his eyes dark with desire and his mouth curving into a knowing smile.

He leaned back in, his tongue swiping over her clit in a firm, slow motion, savoring her taste. The intimate moment was charged with an electric tension that made every touch feel amplified. She arched back into the sheets, her body begging for more. "Joe," she whimpered, her voice thick with need.

"Fuck," she whispered, her eyes drifting shut again as Joe's mouth returned to her. He kissed and licked, his tongue licking a full stripe along her folds, teasing her clit before swirling around her entrance. Her thighs trembled and her hips bucked, seeking more pressure. He was in no rush, though, enjoying the way she squirmed under him.

With a smirk, Joe pulled back again, his thumb still working its magic. "Look at me, wanna see your eyes," he ordered, his voice firm but gentle. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, filled with passion and a hint of frustration. He leaned back in, his eyes focused on hers, hands parting her folds to give himself better access.

"Fuck me," she panted, her voice shaking with desire. "Now, Joe. I need you now."

"Patience, baby," Joe murmured against her slick flesh. "Good things come to those who wait."

He continued to tease her with his mouth, alternating between gentle kisses and firm sucks that had her writhing with need. Each time she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Joe would ease up, only to bring her back to the edge with renewed fervor. Her pleas grew more desperate, her voice rising in pitch until it was a thin wail.

His whispers were met with her ragged breaths, her incoherent pleas as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. She could feel her orgasm building, a storm in the pit of her stomach that was threatening to break free. Her nails dug into the sheets, her body straining against the mattress.

He pushed a finger inside her, curling it in a come-hither motion that made her eyes roll back in her head. "Joe, please," she begged, her voice cracking with need. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for his thick cock. She was wet, so wet for him, and Joe took a moment to revel in her arousal, to breathe in the sweet scent of her desire.

"Baby, please, Joe," her voice was a desperate whine as Joe's thumb and fingers worked in tandem, bringing her closer and closer to the brink. She was a picture of beauty, lost in the throes of pleasure, and Joe felt his heart swell with love and desire. He could feel the warmth of her arousal against his face, the sweet scent of her filling the room.

His mouth devoured her whole, her slickness coating his face as he ate her like it was the sweetest fruit he'd ever tasted. The sounds she made were his favorite sound, a mix of whimpers and moans that grew louder with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers worked their magic inside her, stretching and curling, hitting that spot that made her breath hitch before she was tumbling.

That final thread snapped inside of her, pulling a sob from her chest as she shattered around his fingers. Her thighs clenched around his head, her body convulsing with the power of her climax. Joe kept licking, keeping her on edge, drawing out every drop of pleasure he could coax from her. He parted her thighs, allowing him better access to her pussy, and took her clit between his lips, giving it a gentle suck before swiping his tongue over it again.

She threw her head back, her chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath. "Joe," she panted, her voice hoarse. "Shit, oh my god, oh my god."

When he finally came up for air, his face was covered, damn near glittering in the dim light from the lamp beside the bed. He kissed his way back up her body, leaving a trail of their combined love. Her skin was hot to the touch, sticky with their combined sweat. She could feel the wetness of his mouth on her thighs, her stomach, her tits. She shivered under him, the sensation sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her.

"You taste so good, honey," Joe murmured, his voice thick with his own lust. He kissed her collarbone, her neck, the corner of her mouth. "Always so sweet."

Her eyes fluttered open, the intensity of her orgasm slowly fading into a warm glow. He loved the way she looked at him after, like he had just handed her the stars. She reached up, her hand finding his cheek, and pulled him down into a deep kiss, their tongues tangling in a dance of love and desire. She could taste herself on his lips, the faint saltiness of her release mixing with the mint of his breath.

Her hand slid down his body, her palm flattening over his chest. She felt his heart beating wildly beneath her touch, a testament to his own arousal. Joe groaned into her mouth, his own need palpable. His hand found her throat, squeezing the sides gently in a silent question. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his, and she nodded. He kissed her again, harder this time, his teeth catching her bottom lip.

Joe slid into her, filling her slowly, his nose nudging against hers, their breaths mingling. She trembled, her eyebrows furrowing as she adjusted to his thickness, her body still sensitive from her climax. He didn't rush, didn't push until she was ready. He waited, kissing her softly, sweetly, one hand bracing himself above her while the other gripped her hip. She moaned softly, biting her bottom lip before giving him the green light to move.

J, JACK OFF:

The videos stored deep in his phone came in handy on extended periods apart, especially during the lonely hotel nights. It wasn’t the same as feeling her, tasting her, but Joe wasn't above taking what he could get. His hand palmed over the tent in his underwear, his thumb scrolling through the password protected photo album.

He clicked on the most recent, a photo of her on their bed, her skin glowing in the soft light. It wasn't particularly explicit, just her lying there, looking up at him with a bright smile, her hand playing with the hem of her shirt. But Joe knew what was hidden beneath that fabric, knew her body like the back of his hand. That was enough to get him going.

K, KINK:

Joe isn't subtle about his praise kink. He really can't help the way his Adam's apple bobs when she tells him how good he is. The way his eyes light up like a kid in a candy store when she praises him. And she's more than happy to oblige.

"Mm, you’re so good at that," she whispered, her nails dragging down his back. Her body tightening around him, her muscles spasming.

Joe groaned, his hips jerking as he watched her face contort with pleasure. He loved this, the way she looks at him like he's the only man in the world capable of making her feel this way. Her eyes fluttering closed as she throws her head back, her hand coming up to cover her mouth to stifle her moans.

L, LOCATION:

Everything felt slippery. Their bodies gliding against each other, the water pelting their skin like warm kisses. Joe's hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her body with a hunger that never ceased to amaze her. She was pressed up against the shower wall, the tiles cool against her front, Joe hot against her back.

They had stumbled into the bathroom after Joe returned home from his game, the need for each other too strong to ignore. The water beat down on them, steaming up the room, as Joe steadied her hips, entering her from behind, his arms caging her in, palms flat against the wall. Her moans echoed off the tiles, blending with the rhythmic slap of skin on skin and the steady beat of the shower.

The water streamed down her back, over her ass and onto Joe's cock, making it slick as he slid in and out of her. She gripped his forearms, her knuckles straining with the effort of staying upright, her legs quivering with each of his deep, powerful thrusts. Joe leaned in, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So, so wet for me."

Her breath hitched, clenching around him at his words. "Joe," she moaned, her voice echoing off the walls. She pushed back into him, her hips meeting his thrusts with a passion that was almost desperate. "More," she begged. "Harder."

Joe didn't need to be told twice. He tightened his grip on her hips, his thumbs digging in just enough to leave marks, and picked up the pace. The water ricocheted off their bodies, painting them in a misty haze that made everything feel surreal. His cock slammed into her, his balls slapping against her clit, and she could feel herself building towards another orgasm.

Her eyes squeezed shut, she threw her head back, exposing her neck to him. Joe took the opportunity to kiss along her throat, sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving bites in his wake. She moaned his name, the sound reverberating through the space. His hand slipped down to her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles that had her gasping.

He knew her body best, every peak and valley, every spot that made her shiver. And as he felt her start to tighten around him, her breaths coming in quick pants, he knew she was close. "Fuckin' squeezing me so good, baby," he growled into her ear.

Her nails dug into his arms, her body trembling as she felt the beginnings of her climax. "Joe," she panted, "I'm gonna—"

He bit down on her neck, cutting her off. "I know," he said, his voice strained with his own desire. "Cum for me, baby. I'm right there with you."

Her body responded to his command, her inner muscles contracting around his cock, her orgasm ripping through. Her knees gave out, but Joe held her up, his thrusts unrelenting as he chased his own release.

M, MOTIVATION:

It really doesn't take much to get Joe going, but when she whispers sweetly into his ear, his blood rushes. Her voice is like honey, dripping slow and sweet, making his dick twitch with every word. The way she looks at him, her eyes dark and hungry, that's what does it for him. That's what sends him over the edge.

Her praise is his kryptonite. When she tells him how good he makes her feel, it's like a punch to the gut in the best way possible. It makes him want to show her just how much he loves her, over and over again. It's a never-ending cycle of passion and adoration that keeps her coming back for more.

N, NO:

There's the basic ones: inflicting unnecessary pain on each other, sharing their intimate moments with anyone else, breaking the trust that was so carefully built. But there's also the smaller, less obvious things. Like Joe's dislike for being talked down to during sex, his need for eye contact, and his absolute no-go zone for any kind of humiliation.

He loathes being rushed, hates the feeling of being used. So quickies are rare, and when they happen, it's usually a spur-of-the-moment thing fueled by pure desire that neither of them can ignore. It's always the first of many later rounds where he can take his time and be more deliberate.

His distaste for toys in the bedroom are a pettier turn off. He's fine with the idea of her using them in his absence but the moment they're together, Joe wants to be the sole source of her pleasure. It's a point of pride for him, a silent challenge to be everything she needs, every time.

O, ORAL:

Joe's a proud munch. Although he would never turn down receiving head, giving is his bread and butter. He's a generous lover, always eager to leave her shaking and breathless. The way she squirms and gasps under his mouth turns him on so much that he often has to stop himself from getting carried away.

Eating her out was his love language, his way of worshipping her. He took his time, savoring every moment, every twitch of her body as she grew closer to the edge. Her head lolled back, her eyes screwed shut, as Joe's tongue danced over her clit, teasing it with the perfect amount of pressure. He always put his all into it, as if every taste of her was his last.

He often used it as a form of stress relief, taking her in his mouth after she'd had a particularly grueling day at work, or before a game he was worried about. He knew it calmed her, helped her unwind. And watching her come apart was his favorite way to ease his own tension. Part of that ease came from the knowledge that he was doing something he enjoyed, and was good at. Reassurances of his abilities, his goodness, his precision would fall from her lips, tug at his hair, and squeeze around his head as she came.

Her taste was addictive, the way she quivered beneath him, her thighs tightening around his head, the way she whispered his name in that breathy voice of hers, it was all his. And when she was done, when she was limp and sated, he would crawl up her body, kissing away the tension in her body, bringing her back to him, grounding her.

He enjoyed receiving as well, typically after some achievement as a selfish search for a reward. It was in the way her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, her teeth grazing just slightly along his shaft. It was a gentle warmth, a sweet tease that had him groaning and his fingers itching to touch her, to urge her to take him deeper.

P, PACE:

"Pretty girl, all for me," Joe murmured, his voice thick with desire. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in, her slick glistening in the soft light of their bedroom.

He pushed into her, slow and deliberate, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut as she bit down on her lower lip, trying to hold back the moan that wanted to escape. The sensation was exquisite, his cock sliding into her, filling her completely.

"Fuck, baby," Joe breathed, his forehead falling against hers. He began to move, his strokes long and deep, setting a rhythm that made her toes curl. She could feel the tension in his body, the restraint he was using to keep from pounding into her like a madman. But she knew he would soon lose that control. She could feel it in the way his grip tightened on her thighs, the way his breathing grew more ragged with every thrust.

Her hips met Joe's, urging him on. Her eyes never left his, the heat between them a palpable force. Her nails dug into his back, leaving little half-moons on his flesh as she arched up to meet him. "Harder," she whispered, her voice breathy. "I can take it."

Joe's eyes flashed with something feral, something that made her pulse race even faster. He obeyed, his strokes becoming more forceful, his hips pushing him harder into her with a wet sound that filled the room. She threw her head back, her hair fanning out on the pillow as she took him all in, her walls tightening around him, urging him deeper. The friction was electric, the sensation of his skin against hers setting her ablaze.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep, mimicking the motion of his hips. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. She could feel the pressure building, her body coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. He could feel a sweet heat rise up from his core, signaling his impending release.

"I'm not gonna last, baby," he murmured against her lips, their breaths mingling between soft gasps and heated moans. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, content with the recognition that she had pushed him to the brink. She reached down and began to rub her clit in time with Joe's thrusts, her hips rolling to meet him. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that begged to be released.

Joe's hand pushed against the headboard, the bed slamming into the wall with the force of his movements. He could feel her tightening around him, her walls drawing him in. With a final groan, he gave in to his release, moaning out as he filled her with his warmth. She coaxed him through it, her hands full of him, running over his warm skin, gently whispering words of praise, pulsing around him so steadily he couldn't stop the burst of sensation in the pit of his stomach.

His hips stilled, eyes squeezed shut, as he reveled in the feeling of her milking him for every drop. Her hand stilled on her clit, her breath coming in short gasps. She felt him twitch inside her, his body slowly coming down from the high. Finally, he breathed in, his chest pulling in air, slow and strained, before deflating with a soft grunt.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to cum so quick," Joe muttered half-heartedly, his breath still hot against her skin. She shook her head, pulling him down against her chest, her fingertips embedding into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. "No, don't apologize," she assured him, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "We've got all night."

Joe pulled out and rolled over, his body slick with sweat. He leaned over to kiss her shoulder, his hair falling flat in soft curls against her skin. "Couldn't keep it together. You're a fucking tease," he said, his voice filled with both affection and exasperation.

She giggled, her chest heaving with exertion. "Keeps things interesting," she replied, rolling onto her side to face him. Her fingers traced the taut lines of his abdomen, feeling the dampness of his skin.

Joe's eyes followed her hand, a smirk playing on his lips. He reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "Interesting," he echoed, his voice a low rumble. His hand trailed down her side, over her sweat-slick skin to pull her closer into his. Determined fingers slipped between her thighs, pink lips parting to press his tongue against hers.

The pads of his fingertips circled her clit, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She moaned into the kiss, her hips moving in a silent plea for more. Joe hummed against her mouth, the sound vibrating through her chest. "Want my fingers? Or my mouth?"

"Fingers. Need to kiss you," she managed to say between breathless gasps. Joe's smirk grew wider, and he complied, his mouth descending to hers in a deep, drugging kiss. His fingers remained between her thighs, working in tight circles that had her quivering around them, sighing into his parted lips.

Their kiss grew more frantic as Joe picked up speed, her body arching towards his touch. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of pleasure. He slid two fingers inside her, the slickness of his release making it easy for him to move. Her walls clamped down, eager to keep him there.

"Yes," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Right there." Joe's eyes never left hers, the intensity in them making her stomach flip. His thumb continued to tease her clit, his fingers curling inside her, finding that perfect spot that had her toes curling.

"Yeah? Close, baby?" Joe questioned.

She could only nod, her eyes fluttering shut as Joe's fingers worked their magic. Her breaths grew shorter, her moans more desperate. His thumb flicked faster, pressing harder against her clit, feeling the tension in her body build.

"Cum for me, baby," Joe encouraged, his voice a soft rumble in her ear. "So fucking sexy." His words were like gasoline on the fire of her desire, and she couldn't hold back anymore. Her orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pleasure so intense it stole her breath. She tightened around his fingers, her body shaking with the force of it.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming his name. Her nails dug into Joe's skin. He watched her face, the way her eyes rolled back and her hands clamored to hold on to something, anything; the way she threw her head back in ecstasy. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

When she finally came down from her climax, Joe leaned back, his chest heaving with exertion. Her hand slipped away from his bicep, her body going limp. She let out a contented sigh, her eyes fluttering open to meet his.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joe leaned over her, kissing her gently, once, then twice. "Always," he assured her.

Q, QUICKIE:

The two of them made their way back to Joe's room, hand in hand, the floorboards creaking gently under their feet. Once the door was shut, Joe's hands were on her, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Why do you get so horny when we get high?" he murmured, kissing her neck as he lifted the shirt from her torso.

She giggled, playfully pushing him back onto the bed. "I don't know," she hummed, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor as she straddled him.

Joe's hands pulled her black nylon mini-skirt up over her hips, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her. She felt the heat in Joe's gaze as his thumbs hooked into her lace panties, sliding them down her parted thighs. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the windows, casting their entwined forms in a silvery light.

"I fuckin' love you," Joe whispered against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves that were just hidden beneath her clothes. She leaned into his touch, her body responding to his in a way that only his touch could cultivate. She kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing with his, hands tugging at his messy hair.

They kissed for what felt like an eternity, their hands exploring each other's bodies with the urgency of teenagers who had just discovered the art of love. Joe's hands filled with the plushness of her hips, rocking her against him, pulling her down with no chance of running away. She moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by their kiss. She reached for the hem of Joe's shirt, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She needed to feel his skin against hers, to trace the muscles she had watched ripple under the stadium lights so many times before.

"Oh," she whispered as she took in the sight of his bare chest. He sat up and helped her remove his shorts, tossing them aside before pulling her back down to kiss him. She felt his arousal growing against her, and she couldn't help but grind down onto him on her own.

Joe's hand moved from her ass to the back of her neck, guiding her movements as they found a rhythm that had them both panting. He kissed down her neck, nipping at her collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving to her breasts. She arched her back, her breath hitching as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before moving to the next.

"Let's not get too crazy," she laughed against his lips, a hint of tease in her voice. "We don't want to wake up the whole house."

"Uh-huh," Joe murmured, his voice filled with a low undercurrent of desire. He captured her mouth again, his tongue delving deep as he pushed her thighs apart. The head of his cock nudged against her, and she felt her body respond, growing wetter, more eager for him. They moved together, trying their best to keep quiet, save for the rustle of the bedsheets beneath their bodies and the passing of whispers brushing over flushed cheeks.

Joe slid into her, filling her completely, and she arched her back with a soft moan. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips a steady, rhythmic force. Her sighs spilled into the quiet night, mixing with the faint sound of their breaths and the occasional giggle when one of them accidentally smacked a hand against the headboard.

Joe's pace grew faster, his strokes deep and sure, hitting all the right spots that made her body tighten around him. She could feel her orgasm building, a delicious pressure at the bottom of her spine that grew with every thrust. Her hips rose to meet him, her legs tightening around his waist as she whispered his name over and over again. The bed creaked softly under their weight, and the only other sound in the room was their ragged breaths and the accidental smack of skin on skin.

Joe kissed his way down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. She moaned quietly, her back arching off the bed as he sucked light bruises into her brown skin, the sensation sending electric jolts straight to her core. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails on his tanned skin. He groaned in pleasure, the sound vibrating against her neck.

She bit down on her lower lip, trying to muffle the sounds that wanted to escape. The anticipation was killing her, the slow build-up to the crescendo that she knew was coming.

"Focus, baby, gotta be more quiet than that," Joe murmured, his teeth grazing her ear as he picked up his rhythm, driving into her with purpose. She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought to keep her voice down. Her fingernails dug into Joe's back, concentrating her energy into holding back the sounds that fought to tumble from her lips. She could feel the tension building in her core, her innermost muscles tightening around him as the pleasure grew more intense.

Her legs trembled, her body on the brink. Then, with one final, deep thrust, they both broke, desperate orgasms ripping through them with the force of a hurricane. She bit down hard on Joe's shoulder to keep from screaming, her nails digging in deeper as her body convulsed around him. He groaned, the burn mixing with his own pleasure, and she felt his cock pulse inside her as he spilled into his condom, hoping to keep the mess to a minimum.

Joe collapsed onto her, their hearts hammering in unison as they both tried to catch their breaths. She found his weight comforting, pressing her into the mattress and grounding her as her head ceased its spinning.

"We really have to be quieter," she murmured, her voice filled with quiet laughter. Joe chuckled, his chest rising and falling against hers. They kissed once more, a gentle brush of their lips against each other.

They pulled back, panting softly, their eyes meeting in the dim light. She reached up to smooth back Joe's damp hair, her hand lingering on his cheek. "You're so pretty," she murmured, indulging in the way his cheeks flushed at the compliment.

Joe huffed, kissing her again. "You think I'm pretty?" he teased, his voice filled with amusement.

She rolled her eyes. "You know you are," she said, glancing at the clock just beyond his head.

R, RISK:

Before they could settle at the kitchen island, steaming plates of pasta and chicken in hand, Joe's voice boomed from his office, "Babe, can you come here for a second?" The tone was light, but there was an underlying urgency that made her eyebrows furrow. She set her plate down and sailed into the hallway, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "What's up?" she called out, peeking her head into his office.

Joe sat in his chair, his expression unreadable as he gestured for her to come in. "Close the door," he added, his voice dropping to a whisper. She complied, a hint of uneasiness clouding over her features as she shut the heavy mahogany door with a soft click. When she turned to face him, she found Joe's gaze locked on her, watercolor blue eyes growing dark.

"Is everything alright? Did something happen?" She questioned, her voice tinged with concern as she stepped into the office.

Joe's smug smile grew wider. "No, everything's perfect," he said, his eyes roving over her body. "Just couldn't wait to get you alone." He stood up from his chair, shoulders rolling back as he approached her, his steps measured and slow. She felt a rush of heat and a flutter in her stomach as his arms encircled her waist. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, dipping his head to plant a gentle kiss to her cheek.

A small huff escaped her and she rolled her eyes, though her smile was unmistakable. "Joe, our friends—"

"They'll be fine," he interrupted, his hand slipping down over her dress and cupping her ass. "We won't be long."

She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from her chest. "You can't be serious," she whispered, trying to push him away. But Joe's grip was firm, his touch insistent as he drew desire up to the surface. She knew that look in his eyes—it was the one that always got her into trouble.

"Come on, baby," he coaxed, matching her whisper. "You know you want to."

Her resolve crumbled under Joe's intense gaze. She allowed him to back her up against his desk, the cool wood pressing against the back of her thighs. "Okay, but make it quick," she warned, laughing at the sudden change in elevation, his hands lifting her to sit on the edge of the desk.

S, STAMINA:

Joe usually taps out after two rounds. On nights when he has an extra ounce of energy, he might push for three, but he's a man who knows his limits. He is communicative about needing breaks, his voice gruff and thick with need when he offers his hands or his mouth if he can't go on anymore.

T, TOYS:

He's much too petty to bring toys into the bedroom. The selfish, stubborn part of him enjoys being the center of her pleasure. He thrives on the idea of being the only one capable of bringing her to those heights, the only one who knows her body this intimately.

He doesn't care about any toys she may have stored somewhere in the house to use when he's away. But when they're together, it's all about skin on skin, flesh on flesh.

U, UNFAIR:

He just couldn't help himself. Not when she was wearing those tiny shorts that barely contained her curves and that tank top that had him fantasizing about peeling it off her all day. She'd told him dinner would be ready in an hour, but that was an eternity when all he could think about was tasting her, feeling her warmth against him.

His hands traveled across her skin, tracing the contours of her body with an urgency that seemed to match the sizzling sounds from the stove. She tried to focus on the recipe, but Joe's touch was more alluring than the aroma of the garlic and herbs wafting through the kitchen. She felt the heat from his breath as he nibbled at her neck, his hair tickling her as he moved closer. "You're gonna make me burn our dinner," she teased, her voice breathy with desire.

Joe pulled away, his eyes dark with passion. "Would you be mad?" His smirk was playful, but the tension in his body was anything but.

"Very," she laughed, but the fire in her eyes said otherwise. She shut the top left burner off, gently directing Joe to hand her the wooden spatula she'd set aside. "Maybe not at first, but once the post-nut clarity kicks in, you'd be doing dishes for a week." She spilled the vegetables into the pan with a dramatic flair, their sizzle punctuating her words.

Joe leaned against the counter opposite her, his arms folded over his broad chest as he watched her cook. His gaze was hungry, but not for the food. "Is that a promise?"

She tossed him a playful glare. "It's a warning, Joe." She turned back to the oven, pushing the veggies inside. The air grew thick with a mix of arousal and the tantalizing scents of their dinner. Joe stepped closer, his hands finding her hips again. "If you don't behave, I'll make you eat salad," she threatened without much conviction.

He kissed her neck, his stubble grazing her skin. "Mm, salad," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Sounds delicious."

She rolled her eyes playfully, but her heart was racing. She could feel the heat of his body through her thin shirt. "Joe," she warned, trying to keep her voice steady. But the way his hands were moving over her, the way he was pressing into her, made it impossible to focus on anything else.

Joe's grip tightened. "What?" he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She whimpered, her voice faltering as she felt his dick through his sweatpants, slotting in the perfect place against her ass. The kitchen was a dance of heat and temptation, with every inch of her body craving his touch. She knew she needed to resist, but his persistent teasing was making it difficult. She slapped his hands away, turning to face him. "Would it kill you to be patient?" she asked, though her tone was more flirtatious than irritated.

Joe's smirk grew wider. "It just might." He stepped closer, his hands landing on her waist as he pinned her against the counter. "What else do you need to do?"

"Steaks are resting, vegetables are crisping in the oven, and the potatoes are just about done." She rattled off her dinner checklist, trying to maintain a semblance of composure as Joe's hands slid under her shirt. "I think that's all."

"Finally," Joe murmured. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. Her body responded instinctively, arching into him, her hands tangling in his hair as she began to forget about finishing off dinner. He lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist, the warmth of his body seeping into her core.

Their kisses were sloppy, filled with an urgent need that had been building all day. She could feel Joe's hands exploring her body, his fingertips dancing over her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her. She gasped as his thumb grazed her nipple, already hard and sensitive beneath her bra. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue delving deeper, claiming her so completely. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, tracing the lines of his pecs she knew so well.

The kitchen timer beeped, jolting them out of their passionate haze. She pulled away, panting. "Shit," she muttered, glancing at the oven.

Joe chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'll get it," he offered, setting her down. He opened the oven door, the heat billowing out, and pulled out the tray of crisping vegetables.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. She hopped off the counter, smoothing her shorts and adjusting her shirt. "Thank you," she said, biting her lip at the sight of the bulge in his pants. "Just put it on the stove and turn the light on, it'll keep the food warm."

Joe did as told, smugness pulling at the corners of his mouth and radiating from his skin. "I thought we were gonna eat now?" He teased, watching her flustered state with amusement.

"Don't start with me," She replied with a roll of her eyes. "We're fixing this problem before we eat." She gestured to his pants, her voice breaking off into a laugh.

Joe's grin grew as he set the oven mitts aside. "Alright," he said, taking a step toward her. "I can't argue with that."

V, VOLUME:

Joe isn't as loud as he is deep. It's a sound that originates from the very pit of his soul, a low, full sound that floats through the air as he fucks her with everything he's got. He never stops talking, vocal cords vibrating with the effort of his words. He whispers sweet nothings, tells her how good she feels, how much he loves her, how much he needs her, the way he needs her more than he needs air to breathe.

As he draws closer, his words begin to chop off. They pitch higher, his breaths growing shallower as his tip burrows deeper. The curses spill from his tongue, unbidden and so harsh. The consonants jab at the air, sharp edges to the smooth curves of every vowel.

"Fuck, baby," he gasps as he climbs closer to the mountaintop. It's followed by a sharp inhale through his nose, a broken sound that dissolves into a shaky exhale. His peak is silence, a sudden cessation of all things verbal. Her eyes flutter open to find Joe's face contorted in ecstasy, his teeth bared as he spills into her. Warmth melts through him, blistering heat up the column of his spine before finally drawing a soft, gentle moan from his chest.

W, WILDCARD:

Nothing gets Joe more riled up than witnessing her in her element. In the very apt words of Drake, "Sweatpants, hair tied, chillin' with no makeup on." When she's relaxed and natural, something about her beauty hits him straight on. It's in the way she laughs, her head thrown back, mouth open wide, and her eyes scrunched shut. Or the way she zeroes in on a task when she's lost in thought.

It's in those moments that Joe feels his heart race, his palms sweat, and his mind unable to focus on anything but her.

He'd caught her like that once, her hair in its most natural state, a hot glue gun poised in her hands. Her concentration was so intense, her bottom lip between her teeth, that she didn't even notice him entering the room. He'd just watched her, his eyes traveling over the way she took in each of her slow, shallow breaths.

The pride that crossed her face as she held up the completed repair was unlike anything Joe had ever seen. "I think that's pretty solid," she announced, holding up the picture frame she'd just fixed. The wide collar of her shirt slipped off one shoulder, exposing soft, brown skin, and Joe had to fight the urge to groan out loud.

X, X-RAY:

He's working with something and he uses it well. Remember that purple hat? He wore it for a reason.

Y, YEARNING:

His sex drive is pretty high. During the offseason, he's not opposed to going multiple times a day, especially if she's up for it. It's like he's making up for lost time, craving the touch of her body, the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin. But Joe also knows that she has her limits. Her job can be demanding, leaving her tired by the end of the day. So he respects her boundaries, even when he's hard as a rock and his own need is screaming at him to take her again.

During the season, his sex life tends to take a bit of a backseat. He attempts to remain disciplined with a short list of conditions to ensure his peak performance. He's had moments where his thoughts wandered during a game, and that's a distraction he can't afford. The day before a game is completely off-limits, and even the days leading up to it are rationed. Post-game, win or loss, he needs to get the pent-up energy out of his system.

Z, ZZZ:

Once it's past his bedtime, he might need some distractions to keep him awake. Pillow talk is a must, their voices low and intimate in the quiet of their bedroom. Joe loves hearing about her day, especially the juicy bits of gossip from work that she's so good at sharing. He needs that bit of connection before he can drift off to sleep. But as soon as he's out, he's out cold. Like a light switch flipped off, Joe's eyes drift closed, his muscles slacken, and his breathing evens out.

[xjulixred45x]

OMG!!! THAT WAS SO GOOD!

It was so fun to read and it give me so many ideas that i would like to share if you don't mind.

Kid! Yuu insists in carrying Grimm around. Imagine being an NRC student and you see this kid with their 1.19/1.30 carrying this 90cm cat,is just comic.Grimm is not complaining.

Kid! Yuu randomly drops a lore info; they are with the boys, and out of nowhere they go, "One time I didn't see my mom and dad for 2 days." "Mama was acting funny a couple days before I appeared here. She looked at me oce and said that I was a burden. I don't know what it means, but it doesn't sound good." And the boys are just (⊙_⊙)? You can go nuts with this one.

I think that Jack would be one of the most careful with Kid! Yuu, they reminded him of his siblings. So if you go to Savanaclaw, you're going to see this big as hell wolfman, and his little ray of sunshine, full of trauma, but a ray of sunshine.

The staff is pressuring Crowley to find a way back, but not for Kid! Yuu go back to that empty house with no love, caring, or joy. Actually, they justwant to beat this kid's parents so much that they not gonna remember they on names.

Kid! Yuu still go to class, but the teachers give them activities that kids of their age would learn. Vargas basically plays with them while the boys are dying doing the real P.E. class.

I can see Trein being one of the most worried with Kid! Yuu situation, a little more if kid! Yuu is a girl,reminds him of his own daughters.

The boys and staff need to teach them some things for this kid's sake, like, "If you have a problem, you can and should talk with a grown-up." "If you want something, you can ask us."Stuff of the type.

I would really like to hear your thoughts about those too. Remember to eat and keep hydrated. Bye~

-🐦‍⬛✨

This is so good! Lmao

Grim lets his little henchman carry him around for NRC (he won't admit it, but he likes that Yuu helps him feel important and grown-up), even if it makes things a little difficult. Besides, if anyone tries to mess with them, Grim can easily breathe fire back at them—it's a win-win.

The first-years, being the ones who interact with Yuu the most, are definitely the first to realize something's wrong with this kid. It's not something direct at first, but rather certain habits Yuu has that reveal him as someone who grew up too fast (being too independent or mature for their age, knowing how to cook, clean, and so on on their own, not trusting adults, etc.).

Ace probably once caught Yuu stockpiling food at Ramshackle. The reason? "In case I get grounded without food," it takes Ace a full minute to process what this kid just said. And thenautomatically drags them off to have tea and eat some of Trey's candy at Heartslabyul . Ace isn't very good at this kind of thing, but he DEFINITELY knows it's not normal for a little kid to do that, and he needs someone RIGHT to point that out to them.

Deuce also notices some of Yuu's unusual habits, but especially when he talks about their home. When Deuce told them about his mother and how he wanted to make her proud, Yuu looked at him in a way they never had before. they said his mother wasn't happy with them either, that sometimes they wouldn't see her or thier father for days, but that was okay because then they wouldn't be a burden to them (Deuce proceeded to hug Yuu for three hours straight).

Jack is the one who affirms, the one who assures Yuu that they're not a bad kid, that their parents weren't good people, and most of all, that they deserves to be loved. He's especially gentle with them; they remind him of his little sibilings, so it pains him greatly to see how little affection they received in their life, and he's willing to change it. I can see Jack easily giving in to Yuu's whims, such as transforming into a wolf so Yuu can ride or sleep on him, hanging on his shoulders because he's tall, etc.

Epel definitely tells Yuu straight up that if he runs into their parents, he'll beat them up in seven different ways. Aside from that, he's great at making the kid laugh, whether it's with words from his original dialect/accent, exaggerated Vil imitations, or going on little escapades to get some candy/junk food for themselves. He's also taught Yuu a few tricks on how to use their "cute" appearance to their advantage to escape trouble.

Sebek makes a huge effort to not be so loud around Yuu, realizing that it brings back very bad memories for them, or at least encourages them to be louder and more vocal about what they want. He's the most offended and genuinely angry at the kind of treatment Yuu's parents gave the kid, and assures them that while they're in Twisted Wonderland, they won't have to fear being hurt, that they'll protect them. He's quite affirming without knowing it.

Ortho and Yuu are basically best friends; they're both in a new world and deeply curious about everything around them. Although, of course, Ortho tries to take more care of his more fragile, flesh-and-blood friend. Ortho ends up being the one who teaches Yuu various social skills like "stranger danger" and "trusted adult," and, above all, that if they feels ill or something bad happens to them, they can count on their friends to help them!

The teachers are so partial to Yuu, that while the others are practically fighting for survival in the hellish Vargas camps in the middle of nowhere, Yuu is playing jump rope with Ortho and Grim. While everyone else is dozing off listening to Trein's lectures, Yuu is completing a short basic quiz for the day, with Lucius on their lap. While the others are making potentially explosive potions, Crewel is teaching Yuu basic chemistry.

Sam has definitely given Yuu a couple of gifts to cheer him up when they feeling particularly down, whether it's their favorite food, an item they's been eyeing up, or something unexpected. You never know with Sam. Crowley is happy that he doesn't have to pretend he was looking find a way to get Yuu back home now that everyone's warmed up to them, or well, now they're demanding that he do it, but to... beat up their parents? Well, he might consider it.

After all, Yuu has united the school in a unique way, it's the least they could do, right?

_________

(ESPAÑOL)

Esto es muy bueno! Lmao

Grim deja que su pequeño secuaz lo cargue por NRC (no lo admitirá, pero le gusta que Yuu lo ayude a sentirse importante y grande), incluso si le dificulta un poco. Aparte, si alguien trata de meterse con ellos, Grim puede fácilmente escupirles fuego, es un ganar-ganar.

Definitivamente los de primer año, al ser los que más interactúan con Yuu, son los primeros en darse cuenta que algo malo paso con este niño. No son cosas directas en un inicio, sino mas bien ciertos hábitos que tiene Yuu que lo delatan como alguien que creció muy rápido (ser demasiado independiente o maduro para su edad, saber cocinar, limpiar y demás por su cuenta, no confiar en adultos, etc).

Ace probablemente una vez sorprendió a Yuu haciendo una reserva de comida en ramshackle ¿la razón? “en caso de que me castiguen sin comer”, a Ace le toma un minuto entero procesar lo que este niño acaba de decir. Y automáticamente después lo arrastra Heartslabyul para tomar el té y que coma algunos dulces de Trey. Ace no es muy bueno en este tipo de cosas, pero DEFINITIVAMENTE sabe que no es normal que un niño pequeño haga eso, y necesita que alguien ADECUADO le diga eso.

Deuce también nota algunos de los hábitos inusuales de Yuu, pero más que nada cuando habla de su hogar. Cuando Deuce le hablo de su madre y como quería hacerla sentir orgullosa, Yuu lo miro de una forma que nunca lo había hecho, dijo que su madre tampoco estaba feliz con ellos, que a veces no la veía ni a ella ni su padre por días, pero estaba bien, porque así no sería una carga para ellos (Deuce procedió a abrazar a Yuu por tres horas seguidas).

Jack es el de la afirmación, el que le asegura a Yuu que no es un niño malo, que sus padres no eran buenas personas, y sobretodo, que merece que lo quieran. Es especialmente gentil con ellos, le recuerdan a sus hermanos pequeños, por lo que le duele mucho ver el poco afecto que ha recibido en su vida, y está dispuesto a cambiarlo. Puedo ver a Jack cediendo fácilmente a los caprichos de Yuu, como transformarse en lobo para que Yuu lo monte o duerma sobre él, estar sobre sus hombros porque es alto, etc.

Epel definitivamente le dice directamente a Yuu que si se topa con sus padres les va a partir la cara de 7 formas diferentes. Aparte de eso, es un grande en hacer reír al niño, ya sea con palaras de su dialecto original/acento, imitando a Vil de forma exagerada o yendo en pequeñas escapadas para conseguir algunos dulces/comida chatarra para ellos solos. Tambien le ha enseñado un par de trucos a Yuu sobre cómo usar el aspecto “adorable” a su favor para escapar de los problemas.

Sebek hace un esfuerzo enorme de no ser tan ruidoso cerca de Yuu al darse cuenta de que eso trae muy malas memorias para ellos, o al menos, los incita a ellos a ser más ruidosos y claros con lo que quieren. Es el más ofendido y sinceramente enojado ante el tipo de trato que le dieron los padres de Yuu al niño, y le asegura que mientras este en twisted wonderland, no tendrá que temer que lo lastimen, que lo van a proteger. Es bastante afirmativo sin saberlo.

Ortho y Yuu son básicamente mejores amigos, ambos están en un mundo nuevo y tienen una gran curiosidad por todo lo que los rodea. Aunque claro, Ortho trata de cuidar más de su más frágil amigo de carne y hueso. Ortho termina siendo quien le enseña a Yuu varias cosas sociales como “peligro extraño” o “adulto de confianza” y sobretodo, que, si se siente mal o algo malo le pasa, puede contar con sus amigos para ayudarle!

Los profesores son tan favoritistas hacia Yuu en este caso, mientras que los demás están prácticamente luchando por sobrevivir en los campamentos infernales de Vargas en medio de la nada, Yuu esta jugando saltar la cuerda con Ortho y Grim. Mientras que todos se están durmiendo escuchando las lecturas de Trein, Yuu esta completando un pequeño cuestionario básico por el dia, con Lucius en su regazo. Mientras los demás están haciendo pociones potencialmente explosivas, Crewel le enseña a Yuu química básica.

Sam definitivamente le ha dado un par de regalos a Yuu para animarle cuando le ve especialmente decaído, ya sea su comida favorita, algún artículo que haya ojeado o algo sorpresa. Nunca se sabe con Sam. Crowley esta feliz de que no tiene que (fingir que estaba buscando) buscar una forma de que Yuu vuelva a casa ahora que todos se encariñaron con ellos, o bueno, ahora le exigen que lo haga, pero para…¿darle una paliza a sus padres? Bueno, puede que lo considere.

Después de todo, Yuu ha unido la escuela de una forma única, es lo menos que podrían hacer ¿no?

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[enwoso]

weight of the world | part three

alessia russo x baby!reader

-> based on this request | some upsetting themes throughout so read with caution

grumpy masterlist | part two here

it took two days for alessia to even work up the courage to message ella and even then her finger hovered over the send button for a few minutes before she quickly clicked it before she had time to talk herself out of it.

less | ‘hey. can we talk? i'm really sorry.’

the reply came within seconds, like ella had been waiting.

tooney | ‘course. whenever your ready, come by carrington.’

alessia stared at the message until the screen dimmed. even then, she didn't move. her fingers stayed clenched around her phone like it was the only thing tethering her to something real.

her stomach churned the whole drive over. her hands trembled on the steering wheel. part of her wanted to turn around. to just disappear. to just go back home where you and her mum was. but the guilt, the shame—it sat in her chest like a stone.

and underneath it all, a deeper, more painful fear: what if they didn't want her anymore? what if alessia had pushed too hard, too far, and broken the very thing that used to feel like home?

when she got there she stood outside the changing room for nearly five full minutes.

carrington sounded different now—brighter, louder. the energy buzzed in the walls. laughter echoed down the hall.

it felt so far from the silence of alessia's flat, from the wails and whimpers and isolation that clung to her like a second skin.

it felt like life. and alessia didn't know if she belonged in it anymore. but she stepped inside anyway. the room quieted almost instantly when the door clicked shut behind her.

several of the girls looked up from tying boots, laughing over playlist debates, sipping protein shakes. conversations stilled. expressions shifted. curiosity. concern. relief.

and then ella stood up from the bench. ella looked exactly how alessia remembered—steady, grounded, warm—but something flickered in her eyes. caution. hope. a kind of quiet ache.

"hey," alessia said, voice barely above a whisper.

"hey you," ella replied. alessia swallowed hard. the words were burning in her throat.

"i- i was wrong," alessia said. "i wasn't okay. and i took it out on you. on everyone. i thought i could hold it all together, but i couldn't. i didn't. i'm really sorry."

ella didn't speak for a moment. her jaw clenched—once, twice—and then she stepped forward. "we never needed you to be perfect, less," ella said a soft smile on her lips. "just honest."

alessia nodded as her voice cracked. "i- i didn't know how. i thought if i slowed down, everything would fall apart. that i would."

"you were falling apart," ella said gently. "you just didn't have to do it alone."

and that was it. the dam cracked open.

"i'm scared all the time, el," alessia whispered. "i love her so much it hurts and i'm constantly terrified i'm doing it wrong. that i'll mess her up. that i already have. i've been so angry and tired and empty and i didn't know what else to be. and i thought... i thought you'd hate me."

ella blinked quickly, trying to keep her own tears from surfacing. ella stepped closer, her voice a murmur.

"i was scared too," ella admitted. "not because you yelled. but because i thought you might hate me. for calling your mum. for stepping in."

alessia looked up at her then, properly. her mouth opened, then closed again. alessia shook her head, overwhelmed. "i don't," she managed. "i couldn't hate you. i think... i think you saved me."

and then ella—blunt, bold, unshakable ella—wrapped her arms around alessia like she'd been waiting weeks to do it.

held alessia like she wasn't fragile, but sacred. held alessia like friendship was a promise, not a transaction.

"you don't have to be anything but here," ella whispered. "we've got you. and we've got y/n."

around them, the girls slowly stood. millie came over first, squeezing alessia's shoulder without a word. then mary, who gently took alessia's bag and set it down like it was nothing.

one by one, the team drifted closer—not swarming, just present.

someone handed alessia water. someone else a towel. little things, quiet gestures.

but to alessia, they felt like lifelines. they didn't ask questions. didn't make a scene. they just showed up.

and after weeks of isolation and silence, that was enough to split something open in alessia's chest—something that ached and healed all at once.

for the first time in what felt like forever, alessia let herself believe it: she wasn't alone anymore. she didn't have to do this alone.

not with you. not with the fear. not with the healing.

alessia had them. and they had her.

⸻

a couple of weeks had passed and the mornings still started early. but they were getting lighter. you were waking only once a night now, around four a.m. your soft gurgles and sleepy kicks a gentle, almost sacred alarm clock in the grey-blue hush of dawn.

alessia didn't resent the early hour like she used to although she does sometimes find her self dreaming of a lie in once in a while but she now didn't meet the sunrise with dread or panic or that crushing sense of failure before the day had even begun.

there was a rhythm now. not perfect. not smooth. but it was hers.

alessia moved slower in the mornings, with more care than urgency. less like she was sprinting against time, more like instead she was moving along with it.

alessia lifted you from your crib and pressed a kiss to your warm, squishy forehead. you smelled like baby lotion, milky breath, and dreams. with your small fingers curled instinctively around alessia's shirt as you yawned, blinking up at your mummy with pure, sleepy trust.

"good morning, my little love," alessia whispered, rocking gently, swaying on the balls of her feet like it was second nature now.

the house still bore the marks of a life interrupted—but it no longer looked like a war zone.

there was a bib draped over the couch. a half-folded baby blanket on the armchair. your toys littered the corner like evidence of joy instead of chaos.

the sink had dishes, sure—but there was food in the fridge. a half-drunk coffee on the table. a warmth in the walls.

not neat. no where near pristine. but lived in. loved in. safe.

alessia's mum had returned back home to kent three days ago—but not before leaving order behind like breadcrumbs in the woods.

there was fresh calendar hung on the fridge, days colour-coded between training sessions, therapy check-ins, and your growing milestones. a corkboard held emergency contacts, appointment slips, and a laminated sleep guide ('just in case, love')

and there, stuck to the front of the freezer with a magnet shaped like a heart, was a small, handwritten note on floral stationery:

dr. finch – women's health & postnatal support private line. safe, discreet. kind.

alessia had stared at it since her mum had placed it there. she'd walked past it, opened the fridge for oat milk, stared, then shut the door again.

alessia had told herself she was fine. that the worst had passed. that she was stronger now.

but every night, when the quiet crept in again—when the world shrank to just alessia and you and the long dark—alessia felt that same undercurrent of fear tug at her ankles.

not drowning anymore. but maybe not exactly steady either.

and so, a few days later, alessia reached out and peeled the note from the fridge. sat on the couch. phone in hand. heart pounding.

alessia's thumb hovered over the number like it was a trigger. and then alessia tapped it.

the phone rang once. then twice. then a voice answered, warm and even. "dr. finch's office. this is morgan. how can i help?"

alessia's voice caught for a second, thick in her throat. then she exhaled. "i- um i think i need someone to talk to," alessia said quietly. "um i'm a new mum. and i... i think i'm not okay."

there was no judgment. no silence. just a gentle, "of course. we can help with that." and for the first time in a long time, alessia didn't feel weak for asking. she felt brave.

she looked down at you—now curled up on your mummy's chest, snoring softly—and tucked the blanket around your tiny body.

maybe it wasn't about getting it all right. maybe it never had been.

maybe it was just about showing up—over and over. messy, tired, healing. but still here. still choosing to keep going.

[vaginalvr]

Okay okay so that vocal!reader request but one day reader decides to be a brat and just keeps quiet just to mess with him and Spencer narrows his eyes like "don't hide those noises from me" and reader is just clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head no like >:) nuh-uh >:) so Spencer's like "alright" and just does everything he can to get you to stop with the silent treatment - he eats you out with more intensity, he fingers you with more precision, he fucks you harder etc.

You can't tell me that the scientist in him loves the whole experimentation of sex - the whole cause and effect of it. Like your sounds alone can get him off, they're the empirical evidence of the effect (your pleasure) he causes.

a/n oh well good morning to you too. Enjoy!!

REQUESTS OPEN!

cw: Dom!Spencer, orgasm control, edging, restraint, overstimulation, smut-heavy, light bondage, bet, teasing, dirty talk, loss of control, smug Spencer.

It started with a stupid bet.

The kind that bloomed from too much comfort, too much time together, and the subtle kind of competition that always simmered beneath your banter with Spencer. It was playful—until it wasn’t.

You were curled up together on his couch, legs tangled, fingers idly brushing through his curls as he monologued about some new psychology journal. His words blurred, your attention more focused on the smirk he got whenever he thought he knew something you didn’t.

“…and most people make involuntary vocalizations during sex. Even trained meditators—”

“Spencer,” you interrupted with a small smirk, “you’re saying it’s impossible to stay silent during an orgasm?”

“Physiologically unlikely,” he corrected, smug.

You tilted your head. “So if I did, you’d be… impressed?”

He leaned in, eyes glinting. “I’d be shocked. Intrigued. And a little… challenged.”

You grinned, biting your lower lip. “Let’s make it interesting.”

His eyebrows rose.

“I bet I can stay completely silent—no moaning, no sounds, no words—while you try to make me come.”

He blinked once. “And what do I get when you fail?”

You grinned wider. “Whatever you want.”

His eyes darkened. “And when you lose, you’ll beg.”

You didn’t flinch. “Deal.”

You regretted it the moment he tied your wrists.

The soft silk of his tie wrapped snug around your wrists, tethered to the headboard. Not tight, but firm enough to send a jolt of submission through you. Spencer hadn’t stopped smiling since you issued the challenge.

“You know,” he said as he trailed his fingertips down your bare thighs, “I read somewhere that deprivation enhances arousal. Silence, restraints, denial—heightens the sensory experience.”

You arched a brow. “Quoting studies isn’t going to make me moan.”

“I’m just warming up.” He slid his hands up, thumbs grazing the crease where your thighs met your hips. “We’ll see how quiet you are when you’re begging me to let you come.”

You met his gaze head-on, eyes daring. Bring it.

He started with his mouth.

Not touching you where you wanted—God, never there. Just feather-light kisses along your ribcage, your hipbones, the inside of your thighs. You squirmed, frustrated, but stayed silent. Not even a sigh.

His smirk only grew.

“You’re holding out. Cute.” His breath brushed your inner thigh. “But I haven’t even started yet.”

And then his tongue met your clit.

You bit your lip hard, eyes fluttering. Spencer was slow. Purposeful. He alternated between flicking his tongue and sucking gently, using his fingers to spread you open. Every movement was measured, calculated.

You didn’t make a sound.

He looked up, lips glistening. “Still nothing? I’ll admit—I’m impressed.”

But he didn’t stop.

He edged you twice with just his mouth. Every time you got close, every time your hips twitched and your body tensed, he pulled back with maddening precision.

By the time he sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, you were panting. Silently, but visibly shaking with need.

“You’re wet enough to soak the sheets,” he murmured, trailing a finger through your slick folds. “But still quiet. Hm.”

His cock strained against his pants.

You lifted your chin defiantly.

He brought out the vibrator next.

You should’ve known he wouldn’t rely on just himself. Spencer never walked into anything without research. You were surprised he hadn’t drawn up a goddamn chart.

The toy was small and pink—deceptively innocent.

“Let’s try this,” he murmured, clicking it on.

When it touched your clit, you twitched.

He kept the setting low at first, watching your face, eyes devouring every twitch and tremble.

“Still not enough, huh?” he murmured, turning the intensity up one notch.

Then another.

Your thighs shook. You pulled at the restraints.

Still silent.

Spencer’s jaw clenched. “You are so fucking stubborn.”

He pressed the toy harder, leaned down, and slid two fingers inside you, curling them just so—

You arched. Your lips parted—

But no sound.

He growled, low and possessive, leaning down to kiss you. “I want to wreck you. You know that, right?”

You blinked at him innocently.

He finally undressed, letting you watch as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the lean, toned body you loved so much. His cock was flushed, thick, already leaking.

He crawled over you, eyes wild now.

“No more toys. No more teasing,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay silent.”

He slid in with one deep, slow thrust.

Your breath caught. Your nails dug into the sheets. But still—no sound.

Spencer braced one hand beside your head, the other gripping your thigh as he began to thrust, slow at first, then harder. Deeper.

He cursed under his breath. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You clenched around him in response.

He leaned down, mouth at your ear. “I know you want to scream. I can feel it.”

You shook your head, smirking.

Challenge accepted.

He fucked you hard. Every thrust dragged a sharp gasp from your lungs that you barely managed to stifle. His hips slapped against yours, cock hitting deep, angles that had your legs trembling.

Still no moan.

He flipped you over.

“On your knees. Now.”

With your wrists still tied, you were at his mercy. He pulled your hips up and slammed back inside, one hand gripping your hair, the other pressing between your shoulders.

This time, he didn’t hold back.

“Fucking moan for me.”

You stayed quiet.

“You’re soaked. You’re dripping down my thighs, and you’re going to pretend you’re not losing your mind?”

Still nothing.

He reached around and rubbed your clit, fast, ruthless.

You bucked against him, mouth open in a silent scream, your body spasming.

Still.

Silent.

He froze. “You just came.”

You nodded smugly.

He groaned, collapsing over you for a moment. “Jesus Christ, you’re killing me.”

He pulled out suddenly.

Before you could process it, he flipped you again, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“I want to see your face when you break.”

You met his gaze. Sweat clung to his chest. His pupils were blown wide.

He lined up again. “One more orgasm. You moan—I win.”

You lifted your chin. “Do your worst.”

That was a mistake.

He pushed in deep and stayed there, grinding against your g-spot.

He fucked you with furious intent, no rhythm, no restraint. His hands were everywhere—your breasts, your throat, your hips—guiding you, controlling you. The silk tie bit into your wrists.

He leaned close. “Come on, baby. Let me hear you.”

You whimpered—silently.

He growled.

Then he grabbed the vibrator again.

“Let’s really see how long you last.”

You were already sensitive. But with the toy on your clit and Spencer pounding into you mercilessly, your resolve cracked.

The orgasm hit you like lightning. Your body snapped taut.

A cry almost escaped.

You clenched your teeth.

Then—Spencer leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

“You’re mine, and you’re going to fucking scream my name.”

And that was it.

You screamed.

“Spencer!”

The moment you did, he pulled you down onto his cock, burying himself deep, and spilled inside you with a loud, guttural moan.

You trembled, shattered.

Your body collapsed into the sheets, boneless, your voice hoarse.

He untied your wrists slowly, kissing the red marks, brushing your sweaty hair from your face.

“You lost,” he whispered, triumphant.

You smiled weakly. “Was it… obvious?”

He chuckled, cupping your face. “You screamed like I murdered you.”

You both burst into laughter.

He brought you water. Cleaned you up with a warm cloth. Kissed every part of you like an apology.

As he settled beside you, pulling you into his arms, you rested your head on his chest.

“So,” you murmured, “what do you want now that you won?”

He kissed your temple. “Another round.”

You groaned.

“Starting now.”

[sodapopkiss6]

LAD guys eating tacos

I tried ✌️😔 Might be ooc, I don't know the other guys as well as Sylus 💔 if u have any thoughts or opinions pls feel free to comment! I want to improve my writing💕

Sylus- I think he would try to separate the tortillas, but they would rip and make a mess. He'd prolly be determined to do it right.

"Sy, let me help," you say, holding back a laugh.

He moves his hands, letting you lean over to guide him.

"You have to do it gently, slowly lift from all sides until you reach the middle and-" you lift the top tortilla "there! Now you try"

Determined, he reaches for another taco, doing just as you said. Right before lifting the tortilla, though, it rips once again. All of its content spills from the side.

He sighs, eyebrows furrowed. Sensing his frustration, you grab a piece of the ripped tortilla. Scooping up the meat and toppings, you move your hand up to him smiling.

His smile matches yours before moving down, lips brushing against your fingers. His eyes stay locked with yours as he eats.

"So, how does it taste?"

"Delicious... especially because you gave it to me." he looks at you expectantly, making you laugh.

Scooping up more, you keep feeding him. He bites your fingers teasingly, getting bolder every bite. And when you're done, he licks your fingers clean.

"Sylus!-"

Smiling mischievously, he holds up your taco. "Your turn kitten"

Rolling your eyes, you let him feed you.

"We should do this more often," he says, eyes full of fondness.

With a smile, you nod. "Yeah, we should"

Zayne- I feel like he'd be good at separating the tortillas cause he's a surgeon, but a lot of times, he'll just eat them together. Somehow doesn't make a mess.

You look at him with awe, his hands skillfully sperating the two tortillas. He evens out the meat and toppings for them both, doing it with each of his tacos.

He's done surprisingly quickly, looking at yours than at you.

"Do you want me to separate them for you?"

You grin at him, and he sighs amused. Taking your plate, he repeats what he did earlier.

"Aww, Zaynie, you're the best!"

He looks away, a small smile on his lips. "It was nothing"

You stand on your tippy toes and peck his cheek. "Thank you~"

He freezes, then suddenly turns around, chasing your lips with his. His hand holds your head still as he presses against you.

Once satisfied, he pulls back. "Let's eat"

Unable to form words, you nod with a blush.

Caleb- PICKS OFF CILANTRO, I think he'd eat them with a fork, or maybe half of it, so that when he lifts the taco to eat it, the meat doesn't fall off.

Holding back a laugh, you watch as he carefully picks out the cilantro.

"You're taking out the good stuff" you tease.

"Good stuff? I don't know about you, but I'd rather my tacos not taste like soap"

"So picky" you snicker.

Suddenly, an idea strikes him. He smiles a little too sweetly.

"Here you can have them since you like them so much"

Pinching the pile of cilantro, he moves them towards your tacos.

"Hey!" You laugh, trying to push his hand away. "Caleb, no!"

"Caleb 𝘺𝘦𝘴" he grips your wrists, pulling them up.

Giggling, you try to break free. Suddenly, you feel him pressing small kisses on your hands.

"T-the food is gonna get cold..." You quickly pull your hands back. Flustered, you look down at your food, avoiding eye contact with him.

He smirks victoriously, "You're right. We should eat this first"

"But after this..."

You feel his eyes on you.

"I want dessert"

Rafayel- would arrange the taco to make a piece of art, a gorgeous taco. And maybe offer it to you or just eat it after taking a pic.

Xavier- I think he'd eat it normally and not think much about it. I read that he likes spicy food, so he'd put a good amount of salsa. I imagine him randomly texting you "hey do wanna get some tacos?"

[eistro-phobia]

HCs for Russell Adler pt.2

— Adler x reader edition

1 / 2

I am back and I have more to say, strap in

Warnings: suggestive references

Is very hard to fluster. It's annoying how nonchalant this guy is; pretty much nothing fazes him enough to earn a visceral reaction out of him. And he knows it frustrates you; sometimes he messes with you on purpose.

Expresses love mostly through silent physical touch. Catch him putting a hand on your thigh as you watch TV, squeezing your flesh as he reads something or keeping his arm locked around your waist at an event. He's subtly possessive like that.

Is a sucker for shoulder rubs. Heaven is the feeling of coming home to you after a long day of work and have your gentle hands knead through his tense muscles.

Loves satin on a woman. Dresses, chemises, robes, lingerie sets; wear them around him and you'll have him gagged.

Sleeps like a fucking vampire. Now this is fine when he's on his own, but it's stupidly difficult to burrow into his figure when you wanna cuddle. The best you can get is laying flat on top of him and by then he's out cold on sleep meds so is it even worth it?

Has a weakness for sharp and dark-painted nails. Something about their elegance and femininity does things to him, especially when you dig them into his skin.

Is a sugar daddy. To literally no one's surprise. He's in a high ranking position and rarely ever spends on himself, so all that saved up cash? He basically hands you a blank check.

Also gets you expensive stuff as an easy out when he wants to apologize or get you in a good mood. At least until the one time he bought you the same necklace he'd gotten you a month before.

Isn't really a jealous guy. He's a smug and overconfident bastard; he doesn't care enough to get jealous of another man. But if he sees you laughing it up too much with someone else, he knows too well how to make the guy uneasy enough to walk away, just to make sure you don't get too comfortable.

Would spring to action if he did see you uncomfortable, though. He wouldn't cause a scene, he wouldn't resort to fists, he wouldn't even get overtly angry or aggressive. All he'd do is flash the steel of the Desert Eagle tucked in his jacket and tell the bastard to scram.

Is a silent listener whenever you vent or ramble, and this comes from experience. He's learnt that the usual response he has to give, "it's not that big of a deal" will indeed get a toaster thrown in his face.

Doesn't act like an asshole when your on your period; he's surprisingly understanding and offers to take over cooking for you if your cramps are getting to you, even if he's had a long day.

Can actually cook, by the way. Mostly just meals his kids like that he's learnt to make when they're over. Mac and cheese, clam chowder, pancakes, quesadillas; nothing fancy, but he tries.

Would probably be the most tender during aftercare or pillow talk; he's instantly pulling you closer and onto his body, running his hands through your hair as you pant against him. Domesticity doesn't have a place in his precarious life, but laying there in the darkness, blowing smoke out of his lungs as he feels you doze off holding onto him is a close enough respite, and probably more than what he deserves.

This one was shorter cause holy shit I had to cut so much

Gonna make them their own posts that'll hopefully be out soon

[bluem1lls]

hii tthere, i love ur fics so much oml especially the one that's like a toxic relationship with se-mi, I was wondering if you could write something where f-reader sucks se-mi's strap? like giving her a whole show and everything, you can add anything you want weather it's rough or softer, include degradation etc, however you prefer i just can't get the idea out of my head and i need it lol ✨

you get me closer to god.

toxic situationship! se-mi x reader - summary: you’re not allowed to be jealous but oh, she definitely is. and she’s about to show you how bad it can get. - content: smut mdni, strap sucking (s! receiving), degrading, face slapping, fingering, toxic toxic se-mi but we know that already! - author's note: HI BABIES!!! i love u yall and ty for the request andddd tysm for reading me another night n another smut!

the ambience was tense.

after the fight last night, you and se-mi weren't exactly on speaking terms. clearly, she kept pretending you were, because the way she kissed you, hugged you, and touched you was the same as always.

she tried to play it cool in front of her friends, make it seem like nothing’s wrong. she ended up drunk, sitting in a circle playing spin the bottle with everyone —knowing damn well that if she got paired with a girl, she'd have to kiss her.

and that she did.

and of course, she's so used to seeing you mad and jealous that she thought it’d be over when it was done. like, c'mon, she knew she messed up big time, but you’d forgive her eventually.

but when she turned? oh. it was nothing like that.

i mean yeah, the jealousy was making your blood boil. but you’d learned your lesson.

se-mi doesn't get mad if you ignore her, or if you spit your entire feelings at her, nah, she couldn’t care less.

wanna know when she gets real angry?

when you're online but don’t answer her texts.

like, who are you texting???

or when you're out with your friends and don't answer her calls.

why the fuck are you so busy? doing what?

so you figured... what better way to give her revenge?

when the guys ended their cheering, their eyes went to you. you quickly erased the angered expression, changing it for a smirk as you slowly approached the circle. your half-smoked cigarette was left on the ashtray as you sat beside se-mi, who was staring at you like you'd grown two heads.

why weren't you going all psycho mode?

"am i allowed to play too?" your voice came out silky, almost provocative, as you stared at her them.

"are you—" se-mi was about to ask, bitting the inside of her cheek as nam-gyu interrupted her

"join us! it’ll be fun!" he said. se-mi stared at him with anger in her eyes. he knew you were hers. why would he insist on you playing a game where you could cheat on her? was he insane?

it doesn't matter if she played it! like, you knew she only loves you, duh.

but if you did it???? now thats another business. because you were always a one-person kind of girl.

so what the fuck???

your hands slowly settled on the bottle, spinning it around. her heart beat like it was trying to escape from her chest.

so, imagine her surprise when the bottle landed on mi-na.

the same girl she had just made out with.

mi-na felt like she'd won the lottery.

"babe, you don't have to do it" se-mi chuckled anxiously, her hand grabbing your thigh and giving it a rough pat —kinda like a stay in your place.

"it's fine. mi-na doesn't mind, right?" you shrugged, staring at the girl as the strawberry blonde nodded with eager. se-mi shifted in her seat, clenching her fists when you stood up to get closer to mi-na.

your hands slowly settled on the girl's backneck, pulling her in to smash your lips together. mi-na tried to follow the rough pace —and i say tried because the way her body was becoming hot with only one kiss, wasn't allowing her.

se-mi's blood seemed to boil. your lips on mi-na, her hands moving all around your body and the kiss turning more—

she couldn't take it anymore, god.

"hey, that's fucking enough, don't you think?" she said, her hands gripping harshly at your waist, pulling you away. you turned around to meet her, only to find dark eyes filled with rage and…

oh.

something more.

you could hear the guys as a distant background noise as she pulled you toward the first room she found in the apartment. her grip was surely gonna leave a bruise. she closed the door behind her and turned to stare at you.

you felt her cold hands pushing you onto the bed, making you sit on the edge as she stood in between your legs. the thrill of seeing her angry made you press your thighs together, looking for some relief.

her eyes drop to watch exactly what you’re doing, making her chuckle dryly. "you're getting off from this? fuck. you love pissing me off, huh?” she licked her lower lip, her pale hands grabbing your thighs, slowly reaching upwards to meet where you needed her the most.

thank god you decided to wear a skirt for easy access.

"so i have to be okay with you kissing her but if i— o-oh my— fuck." you couldn't even finish your sentence because two of her fingers slowly moved your thong aside, teased your entrance and push themselves inside. her palm hit your clit, making your eyes roll back.

"finally you shut the fuck up.” she mumbled as she kept her pace, going in and out of your soaked hole, slowly lifting her stare. her other hand left your thight to give a soft slap to your face, making you whine.

her hand went from your cheek to your hair, grabbing a fistfull of it. she removed her fingers from inside, making you cry out from the loss. she quickly pulled you forward to make you kneal in front of her.

"there's nothing i love more than having you like this" she whispered, caressing your face like she loved you. your doe eyes followed hers.

althought one of her hands was still on your hair, her other went to unzip and lower her pants, leaving her in some grey boxers —wait, was that...

you could feel yourself drooling. the boxers revealed a bulge in between her legs, one you knew very well.

"did you actually brough the—" you asked, staring at her.

"maybe." she snickered as she lowered her boxers, exposing the big black strap that quickly went to rest on your lips.

"open up." she said, tapping two of her fingers on your lips. you opened to let them in, and she quickly followed. you obeyed, licking them for a few seconds before she removed them, replacing them with her cock. fuck, it was big.

your eyes never left hers as you went up and down the silicone toy, and god, it made her feel like she might break into pieces.

you removed it from inside your mouth to wrap your hands around it, giving it a few strokes. your tongue gave a slow lick from the base all the way up to the tip, circling it around the head a few times. her eyes become darker as she caressed your hair away from your face.

her hand went to the back of your head, guiding you to take her cock as deep inside your throat as you could.

this act was making you soak your —already ruined— panties. her eyes were fixed on you, her lower lip trapped between her teeth.

god, she was poison—but right now? you wanted nothing more than to please her.

your head bobbed, trying to take her even deeper, making her moan as if she could feel your lips wrapped around it —she swore she could tho.

"c'mon, keep taking it." she said, moving you to her own rhythm and making you gag. "drooling already?" she cooes, a teasing smirk on her lips.

you slowly pulled away, releasing the strap with a 'pop', giving her a stare with half-lidded eyes.

but she wasn't having your teasing tonight.

her hand grips your hair harder, making you whine. the minute you open your mouth to complain, the toy enters back to your mouth and doesn't stop till it reaches the back of your throat. this time, she starts fucking your mouth at her pace. everytime you took all of it, the base hit her clit, making her moan louder and louder.

it made you throb. fuck, you needed her, anything she could give you; her fingers, her cock, her tongue. your cunt clench around nothing at the thought. your panties felt uncomfortable and the fact that she wasn't touching you right now made you ache.

too bad she was focused on the sight in front of her; your lips wrapped around her cock, the mascara tears that ran down your cheeks, the drool that kept falling from the sides of your mouth.

“love this” she heard your small mumble, too cock-drunk to say it louder. “having you in my mouth. love this. w-want you in every hole” you muttered, still with her strap in your mouth, and god, the words had her moaning.

"yeah?" she answered breathless while moving her hips. you can feel yourself choking on her cock, so you tap her thigh, making her pull away for a few minutes so you can breathe again. one of her cold, pale hands takes your face and squeezes your cheeks together, making your lips pout. her eyes scanned your entire face. she seemed like she was making fun of you; probably because she was. i mean, you were a mess. "you know, if i could, i'd cum all over your face.” she whispered, you could feel her lips almost on yours. almost. her words went straight to your clit, making you let out a pornographic moan. such a whore.

her eyes darted from your face to your pressed thighs, half-covered by the mini skirt. oh, you needed to cum so badly, poor thing.

she pulled you up, making you stand up with a hiss of complaint as she had grabbed you from your hair. she guided you to the side of the room, where the desk and study chair sat.

her hands slowly gripped your waist, turning you around, making your back hit her chest. you closed your eyes, moaning at the feeling as her hands pressed you against the desk, making you bend over. your lips let out a small gasp of surprise. she reached the end of your skirt, lifting it and leaving you exposed, revealing your already soaked cunt.

"since you did so good, guess it’s your turn now”she whispered in your ear, softly biting the lobe. she alined her strap to your already dripping pussy, going inside with no warning.

oh. it's gonna be a long night.

[theinheriteddutchess]

HA?

I absolutely despise math and anything I have to think of.... Besides things I do like to think of🤔🤦🏻‍♀️

I have no patterns now because I just look at stitched online and then make scarfs because they are just straight lines!🥺

I wanted to make a scarf like a triangle? There's a word for it but I really can't think much today. Like you can wrap them around you? And then I want it with "holes" in them. So a very clear description😂😂

I did start one about 2 years ago, deserted it and now I don't know how to pick it up and what stitches I did and how to do it.... Now it's been a tangled mess with all the threads in knots...😮‍💨 but for a while it went pretty well!!

But I will remember this when I get into a frenzy again... Probably around autumn lol

What's the summer wrap shawl??👀👀 is there an example picture?

I'm feeling your torture though, I am literally the same with things. I read one chapter today and it took me hours, my brain is just buzzing and nothing I want wants to drag me in.

And I totally get you where you think this one thing just hits too close. Is it important? work? School? It probably is. Are you also not one to goance over things but need to really read it to pick it up, but that is how such a burden when the topic is heavy?

I'm just a little bit angry and bitter about the state of the world. And I literally told myself today that I want to hold on to compassion and what's right and not be drowned in hatred, but some people make it really hard.

I hope you'll get through it and can relax after😭😭

Like this! either one long straight one or even on circular styles

I've tried to use the one with the string before, not a success but that was over 10 years ago, but I've never seen the needle one though!

I think I'll need new needles then😞

[somegrumpynerd]

A little animation I made of Dream and Nightmare for fun, it's pretty short and simple but not bad for my second go at animation I think ^^

The music is from here, I highly recommend listening to the full thing cause it's so beautiful!

Quick explanation for the song and a gif version under the cut

So when I was first dipping my toes into utmv stuff like a year ago, I made a slideshow for my sister with a bunch of au Sanses, let her guess what kinda vibe she thought they had and then gave her a list of names/ aus to see if she could figure out who was who (she did surprisingly well and I'm proud of her).

Well, when I first showed her pictures of Dream her immediate reaction was "this guy looks like he's from zelda" and it's just always stuck with me. Somewhere along the way I started headcanoning Dream playing some kind of instrument when they were kids and when I heard the pan flute version of zelda's lullaby everything kind of fell into place.

So here they are, having a little moment of peace finally, brothers together again c:

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

random omegaverse thought:

There must be people who experience specific instinct things with indifference or boredom.

Procreative cycle coming up? "Crap, I've got plans this weekend...stupid skip weeks."

Caught an intriguing scent while walking? "But I need to get to work! Shut up brain."

Had a snap response to a distressed sound? "Who was it?! ...right, it's my day off, I can go back to sleep."

Somebody growled at them? "Kid, I'm not a rival, that's my sibling."

Super cozy cuddle session happening nearby? "I'm gonna pass tonight guys, no social battery left, maybe next time."

Group of friends heading out to flirt and check out other singles? "I'm coming with you but only to make sure you all get home safe."

Setting where fated mates or soul bonds or permanent marks are a thing? "Meh. I don't really want one or care if I ever get one."

People in the actual omegaverse would get as bored of their stuff, as we do of ours, you know? It could be interesting to see that kind of vibe in fics. Biological demands faced with all the excitement of paying bills or doing laundry or tying your shoes.

Even if that kind of energy might not drive a plot, it could be interesting to have as a contrast to the people who do have big feelings about them - good or bad.

There's the friends who can't wait til they have a pack of their own, and the one friend who isn't against it but couldn't care less. There's the group in the office who are all about scent compatibility tests and figuring out one's best match and what sprays most highlight it, and the coworker who has no intentions on putting that much effort in. There are parents who hover and protect their offspring by scenting them multiple times a day, and others who don't see what the fuss is as long as it's done in the morning.

...also: packs with introverts who show care by giving each other space. So often, closeness is depicted through physical touch and tactile affection, but comfortable silence is meaningful too. Knowing people are near, but not having to interact until you're ready. Sitting in the same room doing different things, knowing that all it takes is a "hey, look at this" to share what you're up to. People understanding and accepting each other's differing or fluctuating needs for how and when to recharge. Seeing somebody reaching out or sharing space, beyond what's their norm, as a signal of the fact that they care.

[adokle]

The main figures of Maginaryworld, Nightopia and Nightmare World hanging out for whatever reason.

[teddybeartoji]

i stop eating my popcorn when it's a quiet scene lmao i stop eating it because i know it Makes Noise and i want everybody to just be able to focus on the film . while some people decide THAT'S the moment they have to tell their friend something????????? you couldn't wait until the scene was at least over??????????

[nenoname]

a slightly thought out ep tier list 🙌🙌🙌

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!