here it is, almost july and i’m wearing my kitty flannel pajama bottoms and even wearing a light sweater, like.. it’s actually chilly here where i live. so it’s gotten me into the soft, comfy side of headcanons, something i’m down for no matter what, but it’s especially the case now since it feels more like march than summer time. cuddling and slow smoldering burning are both so rich and ripe for erotic writing that i’m actually legitimately surprised more writers don’t employ it more often.
‘cause softness can be hot and raunchy, too, you know~
it’s just... subtle. it sneaks up on you. like this drawing of the man himself.
joey: first and foremost, cozy, comfy clothes. when he’s not shirtless and almost naked, he’s got on those plain colored clothes that are drab to an almost hilarious level but you can tell he’s comfy because they hug his little body. he’s also got an odd affinity for flaunting his chest (if you got it, flaunt it, baby). his chest and those long lush black curls is subtly erotic. don’t get that boy started on having his tummy touched: just something about touches on that soft, silky skin under his belly button - it is a few inches away from his dick, you know. touches or kisses there can very easily lead up to a blowie or an hj. and then there’s cuddling: he loves putting his arms around the waist and running his hand along the curvature of her body - he can also put his hand in between her thighs and fondle her breasts. all the dirty love is in the breasts. so prop up them pillows and fill his tummy with penne and puttanesca and gelato, and cuddle that boi, girlies.
hannah: LOVES to cuddle. with a passion. joey, being her best friend, is her cuddlebug. spooning with him underneath her quilt - they often switch between big spoon and little spoon. he loves holding her full figure: all that flesh under his hands while he hums “blackbird” into her ear, the first song he sang to her when he got into singing; whereas she loves feeling his washboard belly - especially when he’s eaten a lot and his stomach is toasty warm - and his toned thighs. and it’s all those subtle delicate things that get her going, too: feeling his coarse jet black curls against her bare chest (which in turn tightens her nipples), the gentle scent from the roots of his hair and from his skin... in fact, she likes to give him nibbles. little love bites on his neck and his stomach (he does have a thing for teeth, after all).
ginny: amazed by joey’s softness. amazed by the fact this skinny boy, as svelte and toned by semi-pro hockey playing as he is, can feel so soft and gentle to the touch. laying there on his chest and hearing his heartbeat is comforting. she’s a mom, so caring for him is weirdly akin to caring for lily (her daughter); he likes to eat and she likes to make food. there’s something endearing about him to her, something kinda toe-in-the-dirt and yet something kinda hot. he likes to eat and so does she; when she watches him eat up dinner in wales, she meets eyes with him and feels the dark perverted side of him as he takes a bite of mashed potatoes. cuddling leads up to gentle sex with him, so gentle that he lets her into him and lets her entwine with him; so gentle that she forgets about her old life, the old life trying to kill her and lily.
cindy: always comes back to cuddling, in fact there are times in which she’s had hot, hot sex with a client and they leave on her. but then there’s joey, the fact he’s friendly with her friends/colleagues, the other strippers, and he’s regular with them all as if they’re his friends as well. she’s especially enticed by the fact he likes having his chest touched, especially when she watches one of the jacksons give it to him in the front room there. gwen and mrs. hamilton both swear to her that he’s as friendly as he feels. when she does get with him, she’s not in the least bit disappointed, especially when she lays down with him and speaks to her with that sexy upstate accent.
holly: after the pandemic, all she wants is a good cuddling and a return to the soft, the subtle, and the refined. she’s the artist after all: the arts are not only parallel to the act of love making but they’re also about observation. picking up details regulars tend to miss: the way his lower legs are shaped, the way his hips have a nice curve to them... “that body is beautiful... absolutely gorgeous”, she thinks to herself as she watches his thin and elegant body even as he’s doing something as mundane as walking around. just the way his shirt hangs off of him and his jeans hug his legs. he just looks like the kind of guy who could be held close once the dust settles and she has a feeling that he wants it.