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33max · 20 days
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Guys I’m so exhausted. I hate all this red bull stuff and it just never stops. My tummy hurts thinking of Max leaving.
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cheriboms · 5 months
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doctober day 30: sunset
a pair piece to the first prompt i did !! whole family reading together before bed <3
+alt vers (sans lighting) under the cut :)
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frecklydork · 8 months
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Just finished a bartending shift and I’m so excited to use this money for more Barbie tickets. Looping Ken's gorgeous song I'M JUST KENNNNN (♫ AND I'M ENOUGH. AND I'M GREAT AT DOING STUFF ♪) about to jump into the car and drive to see the barbie movie again, because why the hell not!!!! I haven't felt this safe around any F/Os in so long, Barbie and Ken are fucking holding my hand through all of the bullshit and loving me so fully and making me feel somewhat like a person again
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alchemyne · 2 months
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i don't want to turn 25 rant in tags
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In case anyone's wondering how my AA HDM AU is doing, I took @bonefall 's advice to heart and, of course, made a spreadsheet about it
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ihearnocomplaints · 7 months
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I have been listening to This Song on repeat today.
I honestly can’t tell if the DCA would play this for someone or if someone would play it for the DCA but it just really makes me think of them.
In my feels today, boys (gender neutral)
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quietwingsinthesky · 5 months
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i am struggling to write like 500 words of fic lmao my brain is so fucked by this kink-whumptober thing. but i persevere. three more fics.
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phantom needs to REST phantom is in TIME OUT phantom needs a BREAK phantom cannot WRITE because phantom is getting BURNT OUT.
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Hiring manager email me back challenge impossible hiring manager email me back challenge IMPOSSIBLE
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its-raining-cats · 2 years
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I haven’t played genshin in over a month but on god this new update might just drag me back under.
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htylmg · 8 months
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open me up… tell me you like it… fuck me to death… love me until i love myself…
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vahanians · 1 year
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god i missed my switch sm 😭😭😭😭😭
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ssolarcalendarr · 2 years
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i wonder what would happen if i got a B but then again i may not come back
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franken-loser · 2 months
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I JUST SAW LISA FRANKENSTEIN AND OHHHHH MY GOD IM SICK!! I GOT NAUSEOUS FROM HOW ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC I WAS ABOUT IT!!!
LISA FRANKENSTEIN SPOILERS!!!!⬇️⬇️⬇️
THERE WERE SO MANY CLASSIC CREATURE FEATURE MOVIE REFERENCES LIKE CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON AND THE MUMMY, FRANKENSTEIN REFERENCES, SOME GOTH BANDS LIKE BAUHAUS (I LOVEEE BAUHAUS) AND ECHO AND THE BUNNYMEN (i wish they played The Cure though GODDD i love The Cure), AND A BUNCH OF A TRIP TO THE MOON REFERENCES???? The only correlation i can think of with a trip to the moon and frankenstein is that Frankenstein was the first sci-fi novel, and A Trip to The Moon was the first sci-fi movie WHICH IS SO COOL!!!! And i love how they took a modern twist on victor using electricity to bring his monster to life, by using a broken tanning bed😭😭 THE MOVIE WAS SOOOO CUTE.
MAJOR SPOILERS!!!!!
At the very end when victor (im calling the guy from the grave victor i dont think they gave him a name FRANKENSTEIN REFRENCE) is reading to burnt up lisa on the park bench AND SHE WAS COVERED IN BANDAGES (BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN REFRENCE) THEY TOOOTALLY missed out in a chance to give her white streaks in her hair like the bride!!! I am sooooo drawing her with white streaks in her hair ASAP
Lisa Frankenstein has gone to my top four movies ever, the four being Mean Girls, Jennifer's Body, Nope, and now Lisa Frankenstein!!!! It was soooo good idk if im ever going to survive not being able to see it again soon RELEASE ON A STREAMING PLATFORM PLEASEEEEEE
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beatrixstonehill2 · 3 months
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"Well, it's been amazing serving you all, my loyal fans, for so many years. As most good things do, it has to come to an end! My family discovered my OnlyFans and decided I have to be punished. They love my huge boobs but after they saw me use them on you guys for money, get them whipped, burnt, beaten up..... My family decided I don't deserve such big gorgeous boobs. So they're making me get them removed. Like completely. My mom sent videos of me to a cancer research institute and they said they'll do like..... a biopsy on them. A titty autopsy, open them up and poke around for cancer, cysts, etc.... For free, like I'm a charity case with a rare disorder. Then chop them off regardless of what they find for future testing.
Of course, this procedure will be the last vid on my OnlyFans for a while. My family is demanding I stream it for all of you. This is so embarrassing..... So, my boobs will be numbed, and they'll be sliced vertically down the middle, so the surgeon can poke around and show you their insides. That makes me feel really self-conscious. My family said they want to be there to poke fun at my boobs as they're opened up and 'all that blubber falls out'. I swear they are sooo twisted. So, basically they're gonna sit there cracking jokes and mocking my huge boobs as they're picked apart for medical research. I'm soooo pissed.
I guess that's the joy of living with family and trying to do porn for a living. My perfect tits will be destroyed just for my family's amusement. Just to punish me for flaunting what I've got! They are the absolute worst! I can't believe I'll have no boobs. But I am kinda curious to see if I do have a bunch of cysts or tumors, since you guys do tend to call my boobs a pair of oversized cancer bags.... Wait. Did you tip off my family about my OF? Ooooo, are you guys actually hoping this happens to me? God, I have the naughtiest fans. I'm a lucky girl..... Maybe I'll just keep making vids anyway, with no boobs. So you guys can see what you've done to me. Will you like that? I mean..... what's the worst that they could take away after my boobs? .... I'll leave it to your imaginations. I guess we'll have to wait and see. Surgery's tomorrow morning at eight, my time. Don't be late guys, I'm sure you want to see me react as the surgeon destroys my perfect boobies.... and my family has a good laugh about it."
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tieronecrush · 9 months
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hot & heavy
chapter seven: a conversation stuck in your throat
neighbor!joel x f!reader
series masterlist
series rating: E (18+ MDNI)
series summary:
over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?
word count: 8k
warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced/virgin reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), polite southern manners (use of sir & ma’am), feeling familial and self-pressure, undefined relationship, likely poor spanish grammar, pining joel, DIRTY. TALK., sexting, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, POSSESSIVE!JOEL, lil splash of size kink, overstimulation (crying), consensual somno, praise kink up the wazoo, this chapter really speaks to the duality of man
6:00 AM
FROM: Joel 
Morning, mi Mariposa
I thought about you last night.
6:20 AM
Any chance you would come over early for me, sweetheart?
I really missed you when you were away.
Promise you can nap later.
In my bed.
6:23 AM
You could even sleep right away if you wanted.
Would you let me touch you while you were sleeping, darling?
Make you dream about me, and then when you wake up I’d be right there making you come.
Sounds nice, yeah?
6:45 AM
Mariposa
Sweet girl
Please wake up beautiful, I miss you.
I want you.
7:02 AM
Darling, I’m about this close to somehow climbing in your window and waking you up myself.
I’m aching for you, pretty girl. I keep hearing those sweet little sounds you make. You moaning my name or calling me sir.
I’m fucking leaking through my boxers at the thought of you.
7:20 AM
Mariposa, are you awake yet?
I don’t think I can wait any longer, sweetheart.
I need you so bad, mi diablita. I want to fuck you hard into my mattress. I want to fill you up, and then you can come on my cock after you ask me like the good girl I know you are.
You woke up a few minutes ago, your alarm blaring at 7:30 AM. Way earlier than you normally set it for, if you even set it during the summer, but you knew that Joel would be upset if you wasted a rare morning that he has alone.
When you picked up your phone and saw all the unread messages from him, the notifications made you smile. Scrolling through his messages, your smile turned into a smirk, satisfied with the way this man was on the verge of begging for you. It was a moment to savor — you knew as soon as you walked in his door that he would be making you plead for it. For his fingers, for his mouth, for his cock. Joel Miller loved to tease you, get you all worked up before he finally gave you what you wanted.
He always gave in, in the end.
7:34 AM
Joel, it’s Sunday morning.
The Lord’s Day.
And you’re sending me a bunch of dirty messages?
Scandalous!
7:34 AM
It’s my day to have you.
That proceeds any fucking guy in the sky.
7:35 AM
Soooo you’re gonna be mad if I tell you I’m getting ready for church?
7:35 AM
Mariposa, if you get over here right now I’ll make you see God.
No need for church.
Let me worship you, cielito.
Ten minutes later, you’re walking up to Joel’s door.
Your parents left for church early this morning, getting the first mass in so they could make it to the airport to pick up your brother. You sent your mom some excuse about hanging out with friends — something vague enough to not endure questioning but reason enough for your car to be home without you there.
Before your lifted hand can knock against the wooden door, it swings open to reveal Joel waiting with bated breath on the other side. It pulls a quiet giggle from your lips, the frantic look in his eyes, and the impatient tap of his foot.
“Were you waiting at the door this whole time, Joel?” you ask with a raise of your eyebrows, a grin pulling at your lips.
“No, ‘course not. I was keeping an eye on your front door from the couch. Just ran over when you were crossing the lawns,” Joel shrugs and brushes off the next look you give him, one that crinkles your eyes and spills a laugh from you.
“Adorable.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Alright, enough laughin’ at me. Pretty sure that smug look is gonna be wiped off your face soon.” He smirks this time, taking one step to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you inside, closing and locking the door as he presses you up against it.
One hand holds you there at your hip, digging his thumb into the bone while the rest of his fingers bruise your skin from their tight grip. The other hand comes to rest against the wood next to your head, boxing you in. Looking down at you, he bends his head to trace his nose against yours, matching up your lips and hovering over the spot. Both of your mouths are slightly open, breathing slow exhales of warm air to each other.
It isn’t the first time he’s going to kiss you since you’ve seen him again. That was yesterday. But this moment feels different. Something stirs in your gut, as if it’s awakening from laying dormant while you were away from him.
“Been thinking of you all morning, darlin’,” his lips trail his humid breath across your cheek, his plush bottom lip grazing the skin at certain points. He settles next to your ear, speaking again with his voice with a low, syrupy, caramelly inflection, “Y’know, had a dream about you last night. Woke up so fucking hard. But I didn’t touch myself. Was waiting for the real thing.”
Teeth against the pulse point under your ear make you whimper, your legs buckling slightly from keeping them locked. Joel’s hand on your hip steadies you, his full body pressing against you and weighing you against the door.
“You gonna let me have it, sweetheart? Gonna be my good girl and let me take you over and over and over again until I’ve fucking spent everything I’ve been saving for you? Hm?”
 All you manage in response is a quiet moan, feeling his hard cock pressing into your stomach. You wiggle in his hold, another whimper that sounds more like a frustrated whine tumbling from your lips as you attempt to feel more of him.
“Nuh-uh. Gotta answer me, sweet girl. Are you gonna let me do that to you? Fuck you hard and rough and fill you up with me until it’s spilling out of you? You want that, mi diablita?”
“Yes yes yes, Joel. I want that. I want you, want your fingers, and-and your mouth. Fuck, I want your cock,” your head falls back with a thud on the surface behind you, eyes screwing shut as you try to calm yourself down from Joel’s thwarting.
“Oh, c’mon, sweetheart. What did I teach about manners last year? Gotta be polite if you want something.”
Your eyes snap open to be faced with Joel’s, darkened to a sable black. One corner of his mouth is lifted, the hand that was once resting on the wood moves to wrap around the front of your neck, using his thumb to tilt your chin up.
“Yes, sir. I want that, a lot. Please and thank you.” The last word comes out as a gasp muffled into Joel’s mouth as he kisses you deeply, immediately coaxing your mouth open and melting his tongue against yours. A moan strains from your throat as Joel grinds his bulge into you, boxers that he slept in tenting with a wet spot around his tip.
His hand at your hip shifts position, dragging up the curve of your side and taking the fabric of your shirt up with it. Under the wrinkles of material, his palm covers your breast, kiss paused for him to question you.
“Did ya wear somethin’ special for me, sweetheart? Feels like something real fancy here,” he punctuates with a squeeze of your breast, rough-working skin perking your nipple and causing you to keen with your head falling forward into the loose grip he has around your neck. He works to move your head up, meeting your eyes as he holds your chin up with an expectant look.
“Yes, sir. Wanted—” You are cut off with another squeeze to your breast, a leg of his pushing between your thighs and up against your center, “Wanted to look pretty for you. Since I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Joel’s grinning like a madman, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips that contrasts the dominating stance.
“Too good to me, Mariposa,” another kiss, “And you know you’re beautiful to me in anything you wear.” His tone is sincere — thoughtful and all heart. It sends a rush to that constant swirling in your stomach, raising that feeling to sit in the middle of your throat. He leaves you no space to respond, capturing your mouth in another heady kiss, pulling you away from the door with his arms circling around to rest one at your back on the band of your bra and the other at the nape of your neck.
“Upstairs,” he manages to get out once the two of you separate for a breath, guiding you back to the stairs. He unravels from you after a quiet huff of protest, encouraging push to your waist to turn around and climb the stairs. You move ahead of him, stumbling when he reaches out halfway up the staircase to grab at your thighs and stall you long enough to sink his teeth into the swell of your ass through the linen skirt you slipped on minutes ago in your bedroom.
“Joel! Christ, gonna make us fall down the stairs and get concussed,” you reach a hand back to swat him away, a whimper crawling out of your chest when he bites you again.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn’t resist,” he chuckles as he finally lets you go completely, following you into his bedroom.
It’s a scramble of hands and limbs lifting and tugging to strip both of you down, Joel still in his boxers and you standing in the mesh cupped bra dotted with floral appliques and matching panties — both in a soft shade of Joel’s favorite color, purple. He steps back from you, hungry eyes canvassing your body in the lingerie before they flick up to your face and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
“Really was for me, huh? Got something in my favorite color?” He walks you back to the edge of his bed, your knees bending to sit when the creases of them hit the mattress,  a wide smile on his face with no hint of teasing, “You are my sweet girl. Always thinkin’ of others. Can I show you how much I appreciate you, Mariposa? How much I missed you when you were away?”
“Yes please,” you gasp when his hand reaches between your legs, pressing slow-moving circles into your clit through the wet fabric sticking to your cunt. He bends forward to kiss you as his fingers slip under the mesh material, coating themselves with your arousal and pressing them into your entrance one knuckle deep before pulling out.
“Joel—”
“Patience, darlin’. Just need to get you onto the bed more,” he chuckles against your lips before he pushes on the backs of your thighs to coax you further toward the center of his mattress. He climbs onto it over you, spreading your legs and peeling your panties from your legs. He discards them at the end of the bed, the careless toss landing them on the corner of the frame.
“Did you like my messages, sweetheart?”
“Yes—yes, I did.”
He hums as he takes you in, strong eye contact as he asks you, “Did you like the idea of me waking you up by making you come?”
You nod quickly, gasping when his thumbs brush your nipples through your bra.
“I did, I really liked it. You could do it — I want you to do it. I trust you.”
His hand finds itself back at your center, the same two fingers running through your folds and pushing slowly into you to fill you up. Your eyes shut in response, breath hitching when he curls them up to press into your walls.
“Fuck, Joel…Missed this so much—missed you so much.”
“Mm, I know what you mean, sweetheart. Couldn’t ever get you out of my head. No one else has been in this bed since you, mi cielito. No quería a nadie más cuando todo lo que necesitaba eras a ti (I didn't want anyone else when all I needed was you).”
You think back to that handful of hookups you had, immediately feeling guilty that Joel had waited and you, well, you hadn’t. Granted, every time you ended up imagining it was Joel, closing your eyes and seeing him above you or below you. Imagining it was his hands on you.
But that does nothing to lessen the way you get choked up, unable to say anything both from the physical response of your body to Joel’s touch again, his fingers moving in and out of you at a perfect pace, and the emotional spiral you’re going through in your head.
If he expected a response, he says nothing, shifting to lie down on the bed between your legs and giving your inner thighs nips before he kisses your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub and drawing louder moans from you.
“Mm, fucking Christ, taste even sweeter than I remember, darlin’.”
His lips attach to your clit, sucking and flattening his tongue against you while his fingers thrust in and out of you, curling up to find that spot he knew well. It all comes barreling over you at once, pleasure erupting over your body suddenly. You clench around Joel’s fingers, flooding between your thighs and around his mouth. Your brain short circuits in one second, spilling your thoughts that were fighting to keep inside.
“I didn’t wait — I’m sorry, Joel. I didn’t—” Your hands grip the sheets, quick breaths in and out as you catch up to your quickened heart rate.
“Hey, sweet girl, it’s okay. Don’t need to wait for me to tell you every time you come,” he supports himself on an elbow and you can feel him looking at you as your eyes turn away, unable to face him as you make your confession clear.
“No, no — I mean, I didn’t…I slept with other people.”
Silence falls between the two of you, your eyes fixed on the nail of your left index finger scratching against the material of his bedsheets.
Joel’s hand gingerly grabs your chin, turning your head to face him and forcing your eyes to follow.
“Who?” His voice is low, vibrating in your ears.
“W-What?”
“Who was it?” Unwavering timbre.
“Um, just like a kid from one of my classes. A couple of guys I met at some parties throughout the year. Random. They were just random hookups.”
Joel hums as he stays between your legs, one finger pushing inside you as he speaks again.
“Ever hooked up with any of them more than once?”
His finger moves slowly, another added to stretch you more when you’re quiet. A moan falls from your lips, his other hand still holding your chin to look at him.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart…Did you see any of them more than once?”
His fingers curl into that one spot that makes your head dig back into the mattress, shaking your head wildly back and forth.
“No, no never. One time with each of them.”
You whimper when his hand moves faster, biting your bottom lip between your teeth and attempting to focus on him when he speaks.
“What were they like?”
His thumb on your face coaxes your lip from your teeth, eyes burning into yours as he awaits you answer. Thick fingers fill you up, his thumb of the same hand finding your clit and circling it in pace.
“T-They were just guys, I dunno. Didn’t really know them that well…” you interrupt yourself with a whine, feeling the rope in your stomach pulling taut as Joel fucks you with his hand.
“Had to have known a little bit about them to fuck ‘em, darlin’. Were they nice to you?”
“I-I guess so, yeah.”
Joel hums and curls his fingers with the next uptick, pressing against that spot inside a few times before resuming his movements.
“Were they nice to you in bed? Made you come?”
“They were nice. Some of them made—made me come. A couple didn’t.”
You gasp out another moan when he starts to fuck his fingers into you even faster.
“Yeah? Those guys that made you come, did they fuck you like me?”
“N-No, no they never did. I thought about you. Every time it was somebody else, even my hand.”
“That so, sweet girl? Missed me so much you imagined all those other guys’ cocks were mine?”
“Yes! Fuck — yes, Joel!”
“Any of ‘em as big as me? Fill you up like I do?”
“No, not even fucking close.”
“Any of them come inside you?”
“No. Only you.”
“Mm, that’s right. This pussy’s mine, isn’t it, Mariposa?”
All you can do is nod, choked up by the pleasure building inside you.
“Dime, mi chica dulce. Dime. (Tell me, my sweet girl. Tell me.)”
“It’s yours, Joel. My pussy’s only yours. Only ever yours.”
The rope is fraying inside of you, on the verge of snapping as the squelching sound of your arousal around his fingers fills the room, whimpers of his name the only words spoken.
“Then fucking come for me. I wanna feel my pussy come on my hand.”
The words break the final threads, pleasure flooding across your body and stilling you body under him as you grab at his shoulders to anchor yourself. Your loud, wanton moans fill the space, egged on by Joel’s soft encouragements.
Once you’ve come down, you realize he’s laying between your legs again. Before you can get a word out, his mouth is on you, sucking your clit harshly. Your whine raises in pitch, hands tangling in his hair to push him away.
When he lifts his head, his dark eyes find yours as he licks his lips.
“Gonna let me taste this sweet little cunt, darlin’? You said it was mine, didn’t you?” He challenges and you breathe out a ‘yes’, all the permission he needs to put his head back between your thighs.
He pulls two consecutive orgasms from you with his mouth, sucking your clit and licking into your walls with his tongue. Your brain feels like mush, limbs light as air as you lay back on the bed. Your eyes are closed as you feel Joel get onto his knees after stripping his boxers, one hand tapping the outside of your thigh.
“Flip over onto your stomach, baby. Not finished with you yet.”
“J-Joel, I don’t think I can move.” You huff out a breath, opening your eyes to see him staring down at you with insatiable eyes.
“You can. Now do it, sweetheart.”
You take a few more slow breaths before flipping yourself over, shaky arms giving out when you attempt to hold yourself up. Joel’s hands find your hips pulling up so you rest your weight on your knees and your torso angles down to where your head and arms rest on one of his pillows.
“Bet none of those guys treated you right, mi cielito. No one knows how to really take care of you, huh? ‘Sides me. I know just how you like, baby, and that’s how ‘m gonna give it to you, yeah?”
“Please, Joel. Need your cock. Thought about it all the time, missed it so much. Missed you.”
You whine when he grabs at one of your asscheeks, squeezing harshly as he moves his knees to the outside of yours, hooking his ankles over yours to lock you in the position. Without warning, he lines himself up and presses the thick head of his cock inside you. A loud moan sounds from your mouth, unable to hold back anything with the way your mind is lagging. Fingers tangle into the sheets, mouth staying open as you choke out sounds while his cock slowly fills you with an agonizing movement of his hips.
“Mm, such a good girl for me. Perfect fucking cunt, so tight, fits me just right, don’t you?”
All you manage is a nod when he’s balls deep, grinding your hips back onto him in small circles. He quickly pulls out nearly all the way before beginning a punishing pace.
The sounds of skin against skin cut through your wild, borderline pornographic moans, Joel’s name slipping from your tongue over and over with each pounding of his hips into you.
“Aguantarla, mi chica malo. Take it, baby, fucking take it.”
If it weren’t for Joel’s vice grip on your body, he would surely have fucked you off of the mattress at this point, the power behind his hips nudging the tip of him into your cervix at this angle.
“Who does your little pussy belong to, mi cielito? Dime.”
“You-you, Joel. Fuck, it’s yours!” Your voice pitches up with a particularly hard thrust, choking out his name as he keeps up the speed and force of his hips.
His grunt melts into the sounds of your wetness around his cock, skin on skin of your thighs. Fingertips bruise into your sides, knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets tighter.
Tears form in your eyes, slowly falling as you hear Joel’s voice but can’t quite make out the words. When you don’t respond to him, one arm wraps around your waist, the other holding your chin to support your head as he handles you like a rag doll, pulling you up to sit back flush to his chest, hips unrelenting.
The drops from your eyes fall quicker now, pleasure filling every crevice of your insides that it makes you feel as if you’re going to implode. It’s never gotten to this point with Joel or anyone else, and your brain can’t think of anything besides chasing that inevitable high.
The hand from your chin moves slightly, wiping the tears cascading down your cheeks and Joel’s voice filling your ear at the side of your head.
“Yeah, feels good, don’t it?”
You try to agree, but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper, more droplets spilling from your eyes the longer you sit at the edge. His hand finds your chin again, turning your head to face his at your side, a smirk happily on his lips as he chuckles low and satisfied.
“Guess I fucked all the words out of your head. It’s okay, pretty girl, you just talk to me with those little sounds I love.”
At that point, you whine with every thrust, his cock drilling the sounds out of you. With one, two, three more hits of his head at your cervix, you tense up in his arms, head falling back on his shoulder with your loudest moan of the morning. Your mind is completely wiped, only sensation being the jittery tingle that rushes over your body and turns your limbs to jelly. Joel holds your weight as he fucks you through it, grunting in your ear as he finishes inside of you, spilling his come for what feels like minutes. His warm spend fills you to the brim, squeezing and dripping out around his cock buried inside of you.
His sheets will need to be changed, but there is no part of you that feels like it could move your body from this bed.
Joel carefully pulls out of you, a sharp hiss involuntary from your lips as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. He guides you to lie down, slipping a second pillow under your head like he knows you like.
After cleaning you with a warm washcloth he retrieved from the bathroom, he climbs into bed behind you, wrapping you up in his arms as the little spoon. One hand strokes your hair, pulling it out of your face and behind your ear while he presses soft kisses to your head and shoulder.
“Did so good for me, Mariposa. My sweet girl.”
Your eyes flutter close, body melting into the mattress and into his chest. His gentle voice vibrates in your ear as you drift off completely.
“You know I don’t care who you’ve slept with or how many times or anything like that, right baby? I want you ‘cause you’re you. Mi diablita. My sweetheart. Mi Mariposa. Don’t wanna let you go again.”
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His heart hasn’t slowed down.
He tried to sleep next to you, but he couldn’t calm down enough to actually turn off his brain. Instead, he watched the rise and fall of your chest, his lips pressed into your hair as he kept breathing in the scent of your shampoo.
A fucking angel. That’s what you have to be.
Your soft features, slightly parted lips. He wants to press a kiss to your Cupid’s bow, the tip of your nose.
You must be an angel or some sort of entity to be this perfect. To be that genuinely kind-hearted. To find a way to forgive him, or at least forget what he did to you for this month.
How is he deserving of you?
Well, he can answer that. He isn’t.
His fingertips skim over your skin, across your stomach and over your breasts. Trailing down to your thighs.
The silky, pliable feeling of you draws his blood to his cock, swelling him to halfway. He adjusts his position next to you, kissing your shoulder as he palms himself with his hips tilted away. His slow strokes get him fully hard, whimpering muffled against your skin as he works his hand up and down his length.
The conversation you two had earlier, talking about him waking you up on the edge of coming, replays in his mind. His eyes fall down to your ass stuck out behind you in your curled sleeping position, swallowing his saliva down his throat.
His movements are languid as he wraps an arm around your stomach again, shifting down the bed a few inches to line himself up with where your thighs meet your center.
Gradually, he pushes his cock between your fleshy inner thighs, holding a groan in his throat at the feeling.
His heart rate thumps quickly, the added challenge of keeping you asleep as long as possible turning him on even more.
“Fuck, darlin’. Such a sweet girl to let me do this to you. My dirty girl.”
He moans a bit louder, biting his tongue as his hips drag back and forth. You adjust in your sleep, and he stills, waiting for you to settle before moving again.
It’s getting him close, but it’s not enough for him. Just as he grazes his teeth on your shoulder, your eyes flutter open, your sleepy voice speaking groggily.
“Joel? You need something?”
He grunts, nodding his head on your shoulder.
“Please, darlin’. Jus’ wanna put it in, please.”
You nod lazily, lifting your leg and resting it on his thigh behind you to spread you open for him. He huffs out a desperate breath, coating himself in your wetness still there from before, more dripping from your cunt as he slips his cock into you. You whimper and hiss quietly and Joel attempts to soothe you with candied kisses to your shoulder and neck.
“So good to me, mi cielito…Such a special girl. Think you were made for me. Exactly what I was wishing for. How’d I get so lucky?”
Your breath hitches with the leisurely hang of his hips; a hand moves to your front, finding your clit and rubbing it in heavy circles. A hand of yours grips his wrist, the other reaching up and back to tangle your fingers into his hair and tug. You’re shaking your head as you beg.
“Please, Joel, I can’t…”
His chin hooks over her shoulder, lips brushing her ear as he whispers, “You can. Such a good fucking girl, taking it so well for me, huh?”
He nips at your ear before continuing, “C’mon, mi Mariposa, just one more for me. One more time, you can do it. ‘S gonna feel real good.”
Rapid breaths compress and expand your chest, eyes squeezing shut as you whine, his name falling from your lips in a quiet puff as you reach that last gentle peak he’s brought you too. Less intense than the others but still clouding your brain with dopamine.
His hand rubbing your clit crawls up your front, grabbing your chin gently and turning your head up to the ceiling. A kiss is pressed to the corner of your mouth, his hips fucking you through the tender orgasm and working to his own, “That’s my girl. So perfect — feels good like I said it would, right? Jus’ a little bit more for me sweetheart, can you you do that?”
You nod as quickly as you body will let you, eyes dragging to the side to try to look at him. 
One moan of his name from you, so delicate and syrupy, brings him to his high, spilling with slow, hard hits as he whines in your ear.
Your leg stays over his, holding him inside as you already drift off to sleep again. A quiet, incoherent mumble makes him smile, “Stay like this, please. Feels good having you this close…”
After you’re knocked out, he whispers in your ear, “Don’t deserve you, Mariposa.”
He complies with your request, softening inside you as he finally manages to drift off for a nap himself.
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A soft knock comes from the front door, followed by about three rapid rings of the doorbell. You stand up from the couch, turning off the TV and smoothing down the skirt of your sundress as you walk to answer the door. The deadbolt clicks undone and when the door opens, there is seemingly no one there.
“Posey! You’re home!”
A smile stretches across your face as you look down at the smallest Miller, laughing softly and bending down to be at eye level with her.
“Hey there, Sare-Bear! What’s brought you over here today?”
She swishes the skirt of her own sundress as she twists back and forth, a grin on her face as she looks over her shoulder. Your eyes follow her head, seeing Joel standing at the side of his truck and waving to you. A short wave is sent back to him from both you and Sarah, the eight-year-old facing you again.
“Daddy’s taking me to that one farm that’s got berries to pick and that big thing with all the butterflies in it. He thought maybe you would want to do it too, so I ran over here to see if you were home and to ask you if you wanted to come with us! Pretty please, Posey, it will be so much funner if you come!”
The invitation makes you laugh happily, nodding your head and brushing some curls from Sarah’s face, “I would love to join, sweet pea, that sounds like so much fun. I need to just get some shoes on and get my purse, why don’t you head back to your daddy’s car and I will be right out?”
“Okay, but don’t take too long! I don’t want all the good berries to get picked by other people,” Sarah says seriously before turning around and running down the stairs of your porch and across the grass. You laugh at her antics, standing up and quickly stepping inside to slip your Chuck Taylors onto your feet and lace them up, grabbing your crossbody and throwing it over your shoulder.
After locking up the house, you walk over to meet Joel at the passenger side of his truck, Sarah secured in her booster seat in the back row. There’s a cheeky grin on his face as you step closer to him, a smirk on your face.
“Using your cute kid to invite me out is quite a move, Miller.”
“It’s called usin’ your resources, Mariposa. Guarantees me a ‘yes’,” he winks and opens the car door for you, stepping back to let you climb in. He offers a hand to help balance you as you climb up, looking at you with an affectionate smile before he closes the door and jogs around the front.
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His fingers tap anxiously against the steering wheel as the three of them sit at the last light before their turn, eyes glancing in the rearview mirror to see Sarah staring out the window.
Light’s still red.
His lips press into a line, that airy feeling in his stomach kicking up when he takes a second to look at you in the passenger seat, your own eyes trained to the side before flicking over when you must feel his stare. A shy look is shared between the two of you before the light turns green, his foot easing off the brake and turning his signal on at the next right turn.
The truck cruises down the gravel road leading back to the farm, one that he even visited as a kid with his family. It’s part working farm and part nature reserve, the family that owns it sells their harvests as well as welcomes the public in to enjoy some berry picking, hiking along the trails throughout their land, and maintaining a pretty stellar butterfly garden with well-kept plants sprawling throughout it. It’s one of his and Sarah’s favorite spots during the summer; this year, he reckons it wouldn’t have felt as fun for Sarah or him without you there.
At that thought, warmth oozes into his heart as he parks the truck, cutting the engine and looking over at you.
Have you forgiven him? For pushing you away?
Or is this month just something fun before you leave for good?
Maybe he’s barking up the wrong tree, trying to win you back, but he can’t be damned to care. It feels good to be with you. Better than he’s felt in a long time.
“Joel? You there?” you question, and Sarah’s giggle fully pulls him out of his thoughts, sending both of you a playfully scolding look.
“I’m here, spaced out a second. Let’s go, you two. Before you both start scheming against me.”
The three of you make your way to the small welcome center to buy your baskets to fill with berries and pick up a small map with all of the activities marked on it. Sarah walks between Joel and you, her small hand in his to keep her tethered. He looks down as she reaches for your hand silently, connecting Joel to you in a chain.
Maybe you all look like a family.
The thought itches his skin with a tingle, his free hand gripping the strap of the backpack he brought filled with snacks and water, a rain jacket for Sarah in case of a change in weather. His shoulders roll to loosen the tightness in his back, a sigh relaxing him as you all walk into the air-conditioned building.
“Y’all stay here, I’ll go get the baskets and a map for us.”
“Oh wait, Joel! I think I have some cash to give you for it, hold on,” you keep Sarah’s hand in yours and use the other to rifle through your bag. Joel shakes his head and laughs softly, turning to walk away again.
“No chance, Mariposa. Your money’s no good with me,” he waves you off as he walks away and smiles to himself when he hears Sarah pull you over to the gift shop area.
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The three of you have combed through about four rows of strawberry bushes, Sarah about ten feet ahead of you and Joel as she searches for the “best berries” even though Joel isn’t quite sure what that means to her. You and him trail back, walking slowly on either side of the row of harvestable fruit. Joel watches you more than he picks berries to fill the small package in his hand, catching himself and throwing a handful of strawberries in before going back to watching you.
Sunlight kisses your skin, a mild sheen of sweat on your chest. With the slight breeze that passes through occasionally, your sundress rustles at the hem against your thighs. One stronger gust lifts in a couple of inches, exposing more of the soft skin that his fingers twitch to reach out and touch. His tongue wets his lips, wiping his hands on his jeans before he crouches down to pick a few more pieces of ripened fruit. Every so often, your eyes follow Sarah, a smile crossing your face at her excited over finding another “perfect berry” and adding it to her basket.
It’s been a slow conversation between both of you, questions passed back and forth about the last few months and about your move at the end of this month. Joel tells you all about the business growing, getting a glowing recommendation passed around one of the wealthy neighborhoods and getting hired on six jobs in the same two week period. He’s hired more of a crew, and now is at a point where he has to turn down jobs every so often to keep time for Sarah. You tell him you’re nervous to move, but excited to start the new job. He reassures you after you mentioning feeling like an imposter in the field, praising the way you have talked about what you want to do with such care and dedication. He not-so-subtly interrogates you about your living situation — you have two roommates that you haven’t met before but have been emailing with, they both work at the same company you were hired to, neither of them is a guy (his jealousy reared it’s head a bit there), and it is in a relatively safe area. Your answer to his last question was filled with hesitation, and he makes a mental note to look up the neighborhood and it’s crime stats when he gets home later.
When the conversation dies down, he goes back to watching you silently. The care in your eyes when you look at his daughter gives him a feeling that lightens his chest and squeezes around his rib cage, words caught in his throat as he fights to speak to you, but his mind is unsure of what exactly his body is wanting him to say.
You have so much love in your heart.
And he selfishly wants some of it to go to him.
You said that to him — that you loved him. And he said nothing in response. Pretended he was asleep, or didn’t hear it. You never brought it up again.
He really wishes you would.
Do you still feel that way? Or did he give up any chance at that with you when he asked you to forget about him for the year?
Even if you didn’t want anything romantically with him again, he is desperate to receive love from you, even as a friend. The way you love is unabashed, unjaded by insecurity of rejection.
Fuck, did he ruin that for you? Did he make you hold back by ignoring your feelings?
What a dick. Thinking he was doing the right thing, forcing you to make your decisions based solely on yourself and not around him, and here he was, pleading internally for any love from you.
“Daddy?”
His head snaps to the sound of his daughter’s voice, a few feet ahead of him.
“Yeah, mija? What’s going on?”
“C’mere! Posey, too! I wanna show you something,” she crouches down to the crowd, staring into one of the strawberry bushes. Joel looks over at you, nodding his head in her direction.
“We’ve been summoned.”
“Guess so,” you grin at him, taking the hand he offers you to step over the short plants separating the two of you. The touch sends a jolt up his arm, spreading across the back of his neck and down his spine. It’s a cooling sensation under the Texas heat.
The feeling of your skin against his slips away in the next instance, his small window of opportunity to keep your hand in his gone as you lead the two of you toward Sarah’s spot. His daughter points to caterpillar slowly crawling across one of the berries, giggling at the look of it’s fuzzy skin. He reaches his hand out and lets the insect crawl onto his finger, bring it out and closer to Sarah.
Joel laughs as she backs away, hiding behind you. You laugh as Sarah yells to Joel from around you, “Daddy, stop! I don’t want him on me, stop!”
He steps closer, as if he’s going to move around you and Sarah bolts, sending both of you two into a fit of laughter at her dramatics.
“Okay, okay, enough tormenting your daughter. That little caterpillar doesn’t want to be a part of this family squabble,” you scold him with a grin on your face, holding out your hands cupped together to take the fuzzy bug from him.
He can’t ignore the way his heart rate picks up after he hears you say ‘family’. Nearly double time, he calms down his laughter and passes the insect over to your hands, watching you gingerly release it to the same plant it came from.
“It’s not tormenting. It’s exposure therapy; don’t think she realizes that her favorite butterflies in the greenhouse come from caterpillars. I am trying to educate.” He attempts to hold a poker face, faux seriousness laced in his voice.
You stand again and send him a look, shaking your head as you hold back a smirk.
“God, how do you ever get away with a lie? Can see your lip twitching, cowboy. Major tell.”
“Guess then you’ll know if I’m ever lying to you, sweetheart.”
“Hm, might come in handy in the future,” you say off-handedly as you start towards Sarah at the end of the field, leaving Joel to stand there and quickly press a hand to his chest to attempt to slow his racing heart with steady pressure. A fluttering in his stomach is going wild, his limbs feeling like they're filled with helium.
The future.
The future, with him.
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Joel’s t-shirt sticks to his upper back in the hot, humid air of the butterfly house. The three of you are walking together, Sarah tethering you together in a chain as she holds both your hand and Joel’s. His daughter skips between you two and giggles excitedly at the butterflies fluttering around her.
An older couple walks past, Joel stepping aside behind Sarah to allow them more room on the path. The man gives him an appreciative nod, his wife smiling widely down at Sarah and then looking between you and him.
“Beautiful little girl you two got. Pretty as a peach.”
You open your mouth to correct her but Joel cuts in, a charmed smile on his face as he gives her a nod in acknowledgment.
“Thank you very much, ma’am. ‘M a lucky man,” he looks over at you, affection radiating from him as you grin sheepishly, nodding and waving to the couple as they continue on.
You say nothing about the way Joel didn’t bother to correct the woman; he was grateful, relishing in that little moment that made his cup feel full to the point of overflowing. Made him feel that constant swish in his stomach, heart swelling with a tinge of pain from how much he’s feeling.
What that feeling is, he can’t quite explain.
Sarah lets go of his hand, tugging you along with her as she moves to catch up to a butterfly she locked her gaze on. His fingers brush against your back as you get pulled ahead, looking over your shoulder with a coy smile. He lingers back, slow-moving steps as he takes in all the greenery, exotic ferns growing happily in the greenhouse. Butterflies zip around his head, eyes following one that flies over your heads, his stare dropping to the two of you kneeling in front of a blue butterfly perched on a large leaf.
From afar, he watches as your hand hovers carefully around the bug, pointing out its features to Sarah who is completely entranced. He smiles to himself, watching as a different butterfly lands on your hand, Sarah giggling as it slowly crawls along your forearm.
You pass the butterfly to her, laughing with her as she giggles more, squealing in excitement when it flutters its wings. The two of you follow the insect with your heads as it flies higher and higher. 
That’s what it feels like when he’s around you. That feeling in his stomach starts with flapping of wings, rising into his chest, lightening his heart and his limbs as the affection he feels for you filters into his brain, darting around and landing on the small quirks you have, how he feels about your smile, how you are with Sarah.
A calmness washes over him as he puts words to the feelings, a physical representation of how he could explain it to you. 
If he ever shares it.
Sarah leans into your side when you two stand again in front of the fountain, and Joel slowly comes up behind you both, hand resting on your lower back with his thumb brushing back and forth. You turn over your shoulder, closer to his chest, and a warm smile stretched across your face with what looks like devotion behind your eyes.
He really wants to kiss you.
Desperately wants to just say fuck it and dive head first into the deep end with you.
Instead, he just smiles, looking between you and Sarah before speaking up.
“My girls ready to keep moving? Lots of other things to see. Heard from one of the workers that there were gonna be some butterflies hatching on the side. Wanna go check it out?”
Sarah eagerly agrees, running ahead as Joel calls after her with a chuckle.
“Alright, mija, hold your horses!”
Your laugh draws his attention, his smile painted across his face and imitating your softer one. Words are unspoken in the look you share, and he watches you take one step before he reaches for your hand, taking it in his and walking with you over to the other side.
Quietly, he says to you, “Eres la mariposa más hermosa para mí. Mi Mariposa. (You are the most beautiful butterfly to me. My butterfly.)”
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Joel’s eyes glance at Sarah in the rearview mirror again, smiling to himself when he sees her head rolled back and eyes closed. Completely fast asleep after all of the excitement of the day.
God, his heart is nearly about to burst.
It’s quiet in the truck, the soft hum of the radio filling the air as you relax back into the leather seat. Silence percolates for a few minutes before he clears his throat, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel nervously.
“Thanks for coming, Mariposa. I know it really meant a lot to Sarah to get a day like this with you before you, y’know…” He can’t bring himself to say it. He can’t face the reality that there’s a countdown for how long you are home. How long you are fifty feet away. How long you’re still his neighbor that he’s—
“Move away?” You fill in, and he nods slowly, swallowing hard.
“Yeah…I know she’s gonna miss you.”
“I’m going to miss her, too. So, so much.”
Joel nods, eyes trained on the road as his chest tightens with emotion, tears threatening his eyes that he holds back.
“And I’m gonna miss you, Joel. Like, a fuck ton.”
He laughs, looking over at you, seeing the dampness in the corners of your eyes. His hand leaves the steering wheel, crossing the center console and reaching for yours. You slip your hand together, fingers intertwining.
“Mariposa, I—“ he chokes out, shaking his head and focusing back on the road.
“It’s okay, Joel. We don’t have to…We can save it for goodbyes, yeah? Let’s just enjoy these couple of weeks.”
You squeeze his hand and he nods, slowing to a red light and looking over at you.
“Yeah, yeah. Save it for goodbyes,” he sighs, bringing your hand in his up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your skin. You hold your hands in your lap the whole ride home, sharing a sweet kiss with him hidden in his car before saying goodnight and heading back home.
He watches you cross the lawns, slipping inside your front door.
A smile pulls at his lips, an incredulous chuckle slipping out quietly.
Did he really have to fall in love with his neighbor?
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