#progress is progress

[whoreocookiesnmilk]

Because I love my tummy again

[displeasedwolf]

i’m at the gym, can I please get a very intimate pat on the head for this low effort pic? thanks in advance

[ikram1909again]

Novak admitting Jannik is the one who reminds him the most of himself 👀👀

[me-beef]

it was internalized

but!! always remember, it’s important for you to share your thoughts and feelings with your friends. they care and want to listen just as much as you want to listen to them. trust that they’ll establish a boundary when they need to, and don’t take it personally when they do- that’s a cool and normal part of every healthy relationship!

[siryamsalot]

lil dek training to kick ur ass

[carbonfiction]

Jackson sunsets

Just a little first time joel miller blurb in an attempt to get me back into writing. been hit big time with writers block and a bunch of other stuff lately but i crave this man (and his damn brother) carnally. Lmk what you think <33 ps im working on asks slowly but surely! Love seeing what you guys share w me!

Masterlist- Warnings?: hints at thigh/lap grinding, kissing, cheeky neck smooch- just soft slightly suggestive stuff. Honestly super fuckin tame for me lmaooo

The chair rocks gently with weight, joel first and you perched into his lap. His fixed up guitar propped against the railing from earlier use. Hours spent teaching you cords he could remember, throaty hums filling the air as you'd began picking the movements up.

Its nice, you think, to spend time with Joel like this. Quiet, unhurried, moments that serve as a reminder you're both still alive. Still together, despite it all. The wo of you now watching the world go by as the sun sets. The chill of the season changing begining to creep into your bones.

Another cool breeze making you shiver slightly as it combines with the careful brush of joels lips on your neck as he nuzzles in slightly. The brush of his peppered facial hair tickling as he smirks against the soft skin.

But then, and you're so very sure Joels doing this on purpose, he bounces his leg. Careful and calculated as it rocks you forward, the seam of your sweats knotching so deliciously at your center. Again.

He's been at it for far too long, offering those intermittent little jolts, guiding you along the meat of his lap. You can feel the slick glide of your cunt against the fabric of your panties with each shift. Building, sparking need growing like hunger in your belly.

"S' the matter?" he eventually murmers quietly. He sounds smug more than concerned, like he knows the exact way he's been torturing you the last half hour at least- And he does, perhaps more than you care to register.

Yet you swallow, putting in the effort to keep your voice steady. An attempt at nonchalance. "Nothin, M' fine, why?"

You feel hot, too hot, considering the light flurries of snow that begin to coat the surrounding trees.

"You sure it aint nothin peach?" he continues, a brow raised while a large rough hand squeezes at your waist. His voice wavers just a little too amused for it not to be purposeful. "Cause you're breathin pretty heavy, pulse is thrummin n' those cheeks are gettin so warm i can feel em from here. Gettin cold?"

He shifts you again as he pulls you deeper into his arms under the guise of warmth. Jostling you forward a little deeper until you rut against both the curve of his plaid covered stomach and the chubbed crotch of his own denims. The evidence of his own arousal and the barley there friction making your eyes flutter, throat choked on a muted groan. "You're s-such an asshole"

"Yeah.." Joel huffs, head nodding slow in honest agreement. His chapped lips quirked as he nips then soothes the spot below your ear. "but I'd bet it feels real good dont it.. sounded like it, gaspin all pretty like that"

He doesnt give you a moment to respond, to catch your breath or even think, let alone nod. Joels voice dropping into a deep drawl as his lips instead meet yours. Pillowy flesh melding, enjoying the taste of him, the tang of the whiskey he drank earlier still clinging. His tongue slowly making its way across your lower lip for one last drag before he pulls sway just enough to speak. "How bout we head inside 'n see what other sounds i can get you makin.. That soundin like a plan sugar?"

[askreclusesagefae]

Can we see your beautiful husband, Vanile? 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Vanille: Faune...They're patrons.

Faune: My apologies. Be efficient with your requests so I may continue with my work. Please.