Okay I’m going to implement a rule for myself that I HAVE to have all my homework done by Friday night because I have this awful habit of pushing everything back to Sunday when all the assignments are due
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VINCENT SOLAIRE MILD NSFW BLERB MDNI
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vincent kissing lovely’s neck, their breath hitching in their throat and each time they’d squirm and whine, vincent would hold their hips down and shush them. “relax…” he whispered against their skin nipping it softly just wanting to tease them for the rest of the night. he’s cooing softly touching them watching their body writhe underneath him.
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good afternoon how are we all feeling today I for one have taken two naps so I’m feeling pretty great!
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crying on the bus bc i just remember ill only ever be myself
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Just me up at 2am wondering how many times Joel replays that wedding hotel room night in his head 🤔
warnings: breeding kink, pregnancy, m masturbation, desperately horny joel
word count: ~600 words
i think he thinks about that entire night and wonders what the fuck even happened there. the way the world tilted ever so slightly the moment he pulled open his front door and saw her on his porch – sunlight twinkling from her earrings, satin draped over her breasts in pale waves; the shameless flirting under the cover of rosé wine and beer, string bulbs and rainbow disco lights.
i mean, one minute he’s waving his newspaper at her like a grumpy old man, counting down the seconds until she’s skipping back over to her own fucking porch – the next he’s caging her against the bed in her hotel room, thinking if he doesn’t fuck her here n now, he might tear the entire place apart.
between the wedding and three weeks later? yeah, he might think about it – just a little.
might think about her dress, the shape of her body beneath it. the way it fell from her hips – just slipped down over her curves and pooled at her feet like venus emerging from the ocean. might think about her naked body: how, until that night, he’d only ever wondered about it – stealing sideways glances over the fence at her little shorts and tight vest tops. but now…now, he knows what she looks like. he’s seen her undress for him.
and i bet he thinks about her soft gasp when he first pushed inside, after she finally caught her breath again; feeling the size of him inside her, how he knew she didn’t expect him to be so big and so fucking hard for her. how much he had to focus on not coming within five thrusts, she was so fucking tight.
bet he thinks about it in the shower, one hand against the tiled wall, the other jacking himself furiously. mouthing the words he whispered in her ear as their bodies rocked together: how good she is for him, how pretty she looks all full of his cock. bet he still hears the echo of her moans, the sweet little laughs lilting from her lips.
and when he finds out she’s pregnant? shit.
when he’s watching the evidence of what they did grow right before his eyes? her body blooming: stomach swelling, breasts growing, her cheeks plumping and her skin glowing? knows that he’s the one who changed her forever? knows that it’s his baby she’s growing?
sure. he probably thinks about that part a normal amount, too.
and i bet he thinks about how he shouldn’t be thinking about it. about her.
not when he’s sure she wouldn’t look at him ever again, if not for their parallel driveways and the parallel lines on that pregnancy test. not when he’s trying to act his fucking age, date someone actually appropriate for a forty-eight-year-old with backache and still two decades off retirement.
but it makes it worse – the fact he shouldn’t be doing it. shouldn’t be relieving the heavy weight between his legs in the morning with the memory of her lips closing around his fingers, playing on a reel behind his eyelids.
shouldn’t be staring into space while he’s driving, hearing her giggles once they’d finished; feeling her nails as she drew shapes on his sweat-sticky chest. shouldn’t be thinking about her wandering around with his baby inside of her; her body growing ‘n changing all ‘cause of what they did together.
he shouldn’t be. he shouldn’t he shouldn’t he shouldn’t but jesus, he is. you fucking know he is.
dear reader, joel has absolutely wrecked the tape, the number of times he’s replayed that night. the vhs player is smoking.
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what's the point of having absolutely insane life changing cinematic quality dreams if i never remember them. i'll wake up like "damn that was crazy" "what was" "...i forgor 💀"
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