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iluvmattsbeard · 3 days

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happy together (m.s)

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matt sturniolo x reader

(please take the time to read. i hope you won’t regret it.) 🤍

preview: you and Matt are happily married. life couldn’t get any better than this. you two had no problems and every day was “picture perfect.” to you it is.

a/n: hope you enjoy this 😁 make sure to read the author’s note at the end! - L 🤍

it was a bright early morning as you stood in front of the stove making pancakes. the radio played cheery music as you look out the window admiring the bright blue sky. you flip the pancake over as you kept your eyes on the view in front of you. the trees and bushes were green as ever. every day was perfect in your eyes. you hear footsteps behind you get closer to you as you look down at the pan. "good morning my love." Matt says as he wraps his arms around your waist. you smile as you speak, "good morning." he looks at the pan as he sniffs, "smells good." he says walking over to the breakfast table. he sits down as he picks up a newspaper and starts to read it.

you place the finished pancake on the stack that has already been made. you turn off the stove as you place the plate in front of him, then pouring orange juice into a glass. "thank you my love." he says putting down the newspaper. he places a cloth napkin on his lap as he starts to eat. you sit down in front of him, across the table as you start to drink your cup of coffee, leaving a lipstick print on the white mug. everything was simple and absolutely perfect. you stare at Matt as he eats his food, "so, what are your plans today?" you ask curiously. "I was thinking maybe we could go for a drive down the beach." he says taking a sip from his glass. you let out a smile, "that would be good." you say, "how's the food?" you ask. "it's absolutely perfect. like always." he says with a smile. "good." you say not taking your eyes off him.

after breakfast, you were in your room as you sat at your vanity, brushing your hair with a blank stare in your mirror. your skin was smooth, your lips were coated with red lipstick, and you had a beauty mark above your lips. you sat there admiring yourself and you smile slightly. you put down your brush as you get up without taking your eyes off the mirror as you dust off your bright blue dress. you push up the curls in your hair as you rub your lips together. you turn around as you start to head out the house. you get into the passenger seat as Matt got into the driver seat. he starts the car as he puts all the windows down. "are you ready to go sweetheart?" he asks adjusting his rear view mirror. "yes, I am." you reply. he pulls out the driveway as he starts to drive to the beach. as soon as you get there, you two just drive along the road with the ocean on your side. the breeze was going through your hair as you laid your head down on Matt's shoulder as he drove. nothing could be better than this. you wanted this everyday. to be in this moment, just the two of you.

you only needed him and you knew he only needed you. you were happy together. when you arrive home later that night, you right away make dinner. mashed potatoes, steak, and asparagus. you place the plate in front of him as you poured him a glass of whiskey. you sat across from him watching his every move. he cuts himself a slice, then taking a bite. his eyes shut as he takes in the flavor in his mouth, "you just know how to do it my love." a smile creeps onto your face as you speak, "of course I do." you made steak every night, how could you ever mess it up?

*time skip*

it was the next day, you stood in front of the stove making pancakes. you stare out the window as you admire the blue sky. just like always, the trees and bushes were green as ever. every day was perfect, it was perfect in your eyes. you stood there as your smile fades away. you look at the clock as you realize, Matt isn't in the kitchen on time. you turn off the stove as you turn around with your face blank. Matt then suddenly walks in, "good morning my love." he says with a smile. you stare at him with a blank face as you stand there, "good morning." he looks at the pan as he sniffs, "smells good." he says walking over to the breakfast table.

he sits down as he picks up the newspaper. you analyze his face as you could sense nervousness. you walk over to him as you place the plate of breakfast in front of him, pouring him orange juice into a glass, like always. "thank you my love." he says putting down the newspaper. he looks at the food as he gulps. you look into his eyes with a strong stare. he looks into your eyes as he smiles nervously, starting to eat. you clear your throat as you continue to stare at him with a blank face. he looks at you as he grabs the cloth napkin quickly, placing it on his lap. you pick up your mug as you start to drink your cup of coffee, leaving a lipstick print on the white mug. "so what are your plans for today?" you ask curiously. it was the same routine like every other day. except this time, his response catches you off guard, "i'm going to work today." you put down your mug as you speak, "that's not what you were supposed to say." he shakes his head quickly as he speaks again, "I was thinking maybe we could go for a drive down the beach." with the same blank stare, a smile forces onto your mouth, "that would be good." you say. you guys went to the beach every day, with the windows down, as you lay your head on his shoulder. the same routine.

after breakfast, you were in your room, sat at your vanity as you look at yourself in the mirror. you notice something off with your skin as you go to wipe it off gently with your thumb. when you move your hand you see your beauty mark was smudged. you stare at it as your eyebrows furrowed confusingly. you look around on your table as you find an eyeliner pencil, drawing on a new beauty mark. you look at it as you stare at yourself with a blank face. just like new. you stand up as you dust off your bright blue dress. you push up the curls in your hair as you rub your lips together. you turn around as you start to head out the house.

when you arrive home later that night, you right away make dinner. mashed potatoes, steak, and asparagus. you place the plate in front of him as you poured him a glass of whiskey. you sit down in front of him, across the table, watching his every move. he looks at the plate and stares at it, "do you think you could make something new?" he asks avoiding eye contact. you tense up as you stare at him, "what? this is what we agreed you wanted every night." you say. still avoiding eye contact he replies in a sort of whisper, "I eat this every night. I can't do it anymore. the same with breakfast." you look away from him as you shake your head slowly. “i made it specially for you.” “it’s always the same…” he whispers. you throw your hands down on the table standing up angrily, "you will eat the food I prepared for you on your plate." you shout. he flinches as he quickly cuts himself a piece of steak and eats it. you stare at him as you analyze his face, "what do you say?" you say sternly. "y-you just know how to do it my love." he stutters out. "of course, I do." you say as you sit back down. you made steak every night, how could you ever mess it up?

*time skip*

you stood in front of the stove making pancakes. the radio played the same cheery music like always, as you look out the window admiring the blue sky. when you go to flip the pancake on the pan, you look down to see it burnt. your eyebrows furrowed as you turned off the stove. "what?" you whisper to yourself. you take the pancake as you threw it in the trash, pouring batter onto the pan again. you look out the window as you shut your eyes, shaking your head slowly. you hear footsteps behind you as it gets closer, "good morning." Matt says in a sad tone, wrapping his arms around your waist. you turn around suddenly as you glare at him, "is that how you greet me?" you say. "good morning my love." he says with a forced smile.

he looks at the pan as he sees the unmade pancake. he notices, things are starting to change. Matt sits down at the breakfast table as he picks up the newspaper, pretending to read it. you let out a breath as you turn back towards the stove. why is things starting to go out of place? you thought to yourself. once the pancakes were done, you walk up to him as you place the plate in front of him, pouring orange juice into a glass. "thank you my love." he says putting down the newspaper. he places a cloth napkin on his lap as he starts to eat. you sit down in front of him, across the table as you start to drink your cup of coffee. good, things are back on track.

*time skip to later that night*

later that night, you two arrived home from the drive down the beach as you right away started dinner. mashed potatoes, steak, and asparagus. you place the plate in front of him as you pour him a glass of whiskey. Matt looks at the plate as his face was visibly somber. you stood there as you stare at him. "eat." you demand. you watch as he shakes his head hesitantly, "i-i can't do this every night." you look away as you feel yourself get heated, "I won't say it again. eat your food Matthew." you say tensely. he then looks at you in the eyes, "no." he says. you suddenly wipe all the stuff on the dinner table, causing them to fall onto the ground, with glass breaking as you scream.

Matt flinches as he starts to breathe unevenly. "can't you see all that I do for you?! for us?!" you shout angrily. "all I want is for every day to be perfect. just the two of us and I expect you to cooperate and play your part!" "t-this isn't real!" he shouts desperately. "yes this is." you say breathing heavily. "this is the life I wanted for the both of us, so it's going to stay this way. I only need you and you only need me." you say. "I don't need you. y-you have me trapped." Matt says. you look at him as your expression softens. trapped? he looks into your eyes as he whispers out, "this isn't real. there is no us." you shake your head slowly in denial, "no you're lying." you look away and when you look back, he's no where to be seen. you look around panicking, "Matt?" you call out. your heart starts to race, "Matt?!" you shout. what is going on?

"Y/n." you hear a voice say. you look around still in a panic. "Y/n?" you hear the same voice call out. you shut your eyes as you cover your ears and fall onto the ground slowly.

"Y/n?" you open your eyes being shaken by an unfamiliar woman. you look at her face, wondering who she is. "you're finally awake." she says. you sit up as you look around to find yourself in a padded room. your hand was chained up onto the bed. you look at it as you tug, "w-where am I?" you ask confusingly, looking up at her. she sits up straight, "you don't know remember what happened?" she asks. you shake your head, "no I don't. where am I?" you ask. "you're in a psychiatric hospital Y/n." she responds. your eyes widen as you shake your head, "what? no that can't be right." you say panicked. "Y/n please calm down." she says. "i-i don't belong here!" you shout tugging on the chain. "Y/n please you need to relax. do you seriously not remember anything?" she asks. "no I don't. please let me out of here." you say desperately.

"you can't be let out..." she says quietly. you stop in your place as you look at her, "w-why?" you stutter out. "I need to be with my boyfriend." you say. her face turns into a somber as she speaks out, "your boyfriend... he's dead Y/n." your face drops as you shake your head slowly, "w-what? how?!" you shout.

she gulps before responding, "you killed him Y/n." you stare at her as you felt your heart drop, "don't lie to me..." you whisper. she just stays quiet staring at you. you look away as your mouth is left agape, "i-i just saw him though." you whisper. "e-everything was perfect." the woman shakes her head, "it was all in your head Y/n." you curled up into a ball as you started to sob in your knees.

you started to remember everything. your relationship wasn't perfect. you guys constantly argued. the moment he finally decided to end things, you couldn't handle it. so you did the unthinkable. if you couldn't have him, nobody else could. you believed, the only one for him was you. but he thought other wise. the "perfect days", that "perfect routine", was all in your head. what you wanted to happen with your relationship. it wasn't real. it's what you wanted badly. but even in your head, imaginary Matt still reminded you that none of it was real. now, you sat there being consumed with guilt. you couldn't have him in your mind, and you for sure couldn't have him now.

a/n: what did you guys think of the twist? this was my take on a psychological story. i tried to not long it out because i was going to keep repeating the days but i didn’t want you guys getting bored in the middle of it lmao. one of my favorite movies is ‘Us’ so i tried to incorporate psychological aspects in my imagine. i don’t know, i wanted to try something new so, i hope you guys enjoyed this! i don’t think i’ve seen anybody else do this with one of the triplets. - L 🤍 (LIKES, COMMENTS, AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!)

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ilypaigebuckets · 1 day

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I Hate it Here

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

plot: based off of the tiktok trend from taylor swift’s new album ttpd. in which paige sees the tiktok you made about her.

also posting on my other acc! @kenzlovesyou

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paige returned home from practice to find you asleep in your shared room. she was sweaty and tired but the sight of you looking so precious made her face soften. she noticed you had a tendency to do that; make her soft.

paige put her bag down and walked up to you, kissing your forehead. “hey y/n, baby. i’m back,” her tone was sweet as she shook you awake, “i’m home!”. you groaned a bit as your eyes fluttered awake. “paigeyyy” you said, still half asleep as your arms reached to hug her. she smiled and reached down to hug you. you nuzzled into her neck, you’d missed her a little extra today. she stood up fully and you got out of your bed, hugging her tightly once again. “babe i’m sweaty. let me shower, then we’ll spend some time ok?” she lightly unhooked your arms from around your neck and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. you sighed, already missing her touch.

you decided to go on to couch and watch a show while you waited for paige to finish showering. after finally settling on a show you spaced out into it, watching intently. paige finally finished showering and came out of the bathroom onto the couch with you. she saw the show you chose and wasn’t particularly interested, but still wanted to spend time with you. you laid your head on her shoulder and snuggled close to her. she looked down at your precious head and kissed the top of it.

she decided to scroll on tiktok while you watched your show. she scrolled past videos on her for you page, not finding anything entertaining enough to like but not boring enough to scroll past without watching. she then switched to her following feed. she watched the dancing video she and kk had made earlier in the day, before practice and laughed to herself. then she stumbled upon your account. you weren’t too active on social media, so it was always a treat for her to view something you’d posted. it was one of those slideshow tiktoks, with a new song from Taylor Swift playing in the background. the first picture was a cute picture of you azzi had taken of you with your hood on your heading, looking grumpywith the words “i hate it here so i will go to”.

paige quickly realized what trend you were participating in and was excited to see what you thought your “secret garden” was. she assumed it would be Uconn, as you’d mentioned how happy going to school here had made you and how it’d brought you out of your shell. she slid to the next photo. “secret gardens in my mind” she read and saw a mirror picture of the two of you. nobody else. just her. she was your secret garden. she mattered most to you. she felt like tearing up. she’d never meant this much to someone. even though it was just a tiktok trend, she was overcome with emotion. “baby?” she looked over at you.

“hm?” you hummed over at her, still immersed in your show.

“hey, welcome back to the real world. i saw the tiktok you made about me. i love you so much. ” she lifted her arm up and put it around you.

“you like it?? it’s not too annoyingly coupley and cringey?” you asked.

“no, y/n. it’s perfect. i wish i could be with you all the time. i love spending time with you.”

you looked at her and smirked. she wasn’t this soft when she first met you. you’d changed her.

“going soft on me, bueckers?”

“OK MOMENT RUINED” she jokingly pushed you off her even though she knew she’d be holding you again not even 2 minutes later.

my first one shot 🥳🥳 ik it’s short but i felt like writing something!! feel free to send in fic requests, dialogue prompts, song lyric prompts, etc! hope you guys like this, ik im not the best writer but i just like to do it for fun!! have a great day/night <3 :)

#paige bueckers x reader #paige buckets #paige bueckers x oc #paige bueckers #wlw post #wlw love #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #Spotify

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zeynatura · 6 months

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These 2 edits are too good not to share ajxikenfnsjajdjndssid pun/innuendo intended ty

Yes I cosplayed THE Aoba Cake for Halloween 😎💙

#iiyo #i just got home from the party but i worked 3 weeks on that cosplay!#hand sewing it all cause i got no sewing machine #plus i am kinda scared of them machines #dramatical murder #aoba seragaki #dmmd #aoba cake #ALSO #i couldnt see anything with the mask on lol #🤙#and yes i dyed and cut my hair just for this cosplay #worth it #i just realized the pictures are mirrored #ugh #whatever #u get the idea #im tired

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rasawymae · 2 months

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i don’t use tumblr a whole lot, but here’s my mostly-finished dainix!! @comicaurora

#the second picture is from before i realized i’d forgotten the eyepatch so just pretend it’s like.#mirrored or something #featuring my dubious tripod of a yogurt container on top of a trash can on top of a box on top of a set of drawers #comicaurora #comic aurora #aurora webcomic #dainix #comicaurora cosplay

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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year

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When I tagged that post about objectifying athletes by making them wear shorter shorts with "early 2000s renault", it was specifically because of these pictures

+ tennis because they belong here too

#you know what i realized?#2000s renault are what current ferrari wish they could be in terms of thirstposting #you cant OUTDO the DOER #but seriously asking politely #why did 2000s renault have so many slutty pictures of their drivers LMAO #was it just the causal effect of suddenly having absolute dreamboat fernando alonso on their team?? but seriously LOL #like those 2004 miami pics...what incited them to think 'we need to put our driver fernando in a slutty outfit w his abs out'#+ were the renault boys the og gym thirstposters ??? omg #also way sluttier than any modern gym mirror selfie like cmon short shorts...thighs fully spread towards the camera...bro...#specifically fisi in these pics is rly doing the most could those shorts be any shorter???#also hehehe those tennis pics i am so in love with them like genuinely obsessed with them #btw i was gonna include these in a comp post of fisi and nando pics i like which i would *eventually* like to make #but after seeing that textpost i think they deserve to be on their own #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso #giancarlo fisichella #renault #formula one #fa14 #we do a little bit of f1 #btw these are from:#2005 australian gp

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raspberryjellybrains · 1 year

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I've been thinking a lot lately about Delirium and the way she speaks. She talks around a concept, never hitting it head on but glancing off through a series of metaphors and related concepts that explain things far better than wording them straight might. It's very relatable, and I think that's why I like her; that's how I think.

To me, the world isn't composed of precisely defined concepts but a series of interconnected existences which can all, ultimately, be related to each other. I also experience things in the incredibly specific manner Delirium seems to. I have sensitivities largely untethered from aversions, meaning that while I don't often find things deeply unpleasant or intolerable, I still experience them with an unusual specificity which often defies concise explanation. The best way I can convey certain feelings or experiences is through other feelings, experiences, and concepts to weave together a series of approximations that through their similar and dissimilar traits narrow down to what I'm trying to describe. Delirium does this too, and it's treated as a part of her that's no better or worse than any other. There are those that don't understand and those that do, and those that at least try to are awarded for their efforts because finally and most importantly, she genuinely has something to say. Her speech patterns are deceptively rambling because she takes a long time to say what she means to say, while simultaneously saying exactly it.

Delirium is neurodivergent coded in such a cathartic way because of this. I feel her frustration and joy because I know what it's like to be the person trying to explain something that has no words to assign, asking all of the time if there's a word for what she's feeling as a rhetorical and genuine question so that she can explain something without explaining it and call into question why we feel everything must be precisely laid in the place of as few words as possible. She is incredibly intelligent, but loses track of all of what's happening in a far more obvious way than most because there's just so much to keep track of, which is also very relatable as a neurodivergent person. Without putting labels on the experience, she perfectly captures it. I just... I like Delirium quite a lot, and think she'd be very good at post-modern literature.

#i hope to god this comprehensible #im trying so hard to get this shit in a line exactly becaude of why i like her #theres jusy SO MUCH to say its very hard to keep it straight and many more things to focus on beyond it #i love that delirium is treated by the narrative as an intelligent and wise being that just conveys that in an unconventional way #shes like my mirror metaphor. no mirror can light upon the minutae without shattering and no shattered mirror can see the bigger picture.#shes shattered but knows from when she was whole what the full picture looks like but she gets lost in all of the fragments #which gives her an incredibly unique and valuable perspective #at a surface level it seems as if she's an offensive depiction of mental illness but once you go deeper you realize shes not for the very-#reason she at first seemed to be. she embodies what is looked down upon but its told through side comments and events that theres more to-#her than the seeming irrationality.#she picks up and puts things down as she remembers them but that doesnt mean any one thing is any less valuable than any other #the ephemeral quality of her attentions dont diminish their value.#i have a lot of thoughts about her i just. am very fond.#and the way she and dream truly demonstrate the dichotomy of mental illness and neurodivergence makes me froth at the mouth.#he knows what shes saying most of the time and knows where shes at whether he admits it to himself or not because shes just externalizing-#what exists solely internally for him. hes better at masking and that is their difference which makes Such a statement oh my god when you-#think about how each are treated and understood.#it took me like. two weeks to organize these thoughts btw. they float in little brain clouds <3 #i need to watch everything everywhere all at once #anyway #delirium of the endless #the sandman meta #the sandman #raspberry rambles

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blagueofchaos · 1 year

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You like historical Viking shit too!?🥹

Heck yeah!!!

(Fun fact I searched "bro hug" to find that lol)

Yeah I'm 1/4 Norwegian and I was pretty into Norwegian history stuff growing up, and the viking era is an especially fun part of that :) We were having a viking day at work, and someday I will have one of those proper historically accurate viking dresses like the ones I was reblogging, but for now I'm pretty pleased with my loosely viking-y tunic look:

The tunic's from like a larp/renn faire type clothing store and it's just sort of generally Nordic, but I am quite fond of it. Also if I wanted to be more historical-looking I know I should've worn like boots, but the tennies are much more comfy for a long day of work. I also have a braided leather bracelet that really would've completed the look but I could not find it for the life of me this morning and I was late already so. But, I did have my viking sword necklace from the York viking museum and some other jewelry I felt like fit the Norse beadwork aesthetic decently. Also speaking of viking swords...

You can't just tell me it's a viking theme day and *not* expect me to bring my viking (foam larp) swords! Like, yes I know that swords were comparatively rare and only for the wealthy who devoted a significant amount of their attention to fighting vs the much more common ax which had multiple farm applications... but swords are cool. And I can be a rich warrior viking ;)

Also, "sword*s* as in plural?" you may ask... Heck yes, I reply.

I actually left them in my car all day but I just had to have them with me, and it worked out for photoshoot purposes. This longsword is the one I use more often when I swordfight my boyfriend because having a longer sword is definitely important in combat I've learned, but both are very fun to do battle with and also both bring me great joy when I look upon them :) I do think the short sword is a touch prettier though, and the hilt is fancier:

Plus the handle is actually leather-wrapped versus the longsword which just has a black foam grip, though I know you can't really see either very well under my hands.

So, yeah. You encounter me in the museum restroom, wyd? ;)

#also love how you literally asked a yes or no question and I managed to make a whole fashion photoshoot essay of it haha #this is why I'm so bad about answering asks. I always want to make a whole Thing of it and I rarely actually finish #also I'm just realizing how messy the mirror is in the last pic... ignore that pls. it wasn't so obvious until I brightened the picture up #also yes I used two separate bathrooms and three mirrors for my after hours photoshoot after I locked up #there are pros and cons to the lighting and mirror angles in both bathrooms. lol #but yeah general apology for all the asks I haven't answered still #I just happened to be in the mood to do a photoshoot and show off today #and then I sorted through all the pics and wrote this post at like 4am! well actually it's like 5 now. lol #I cannot control when the viking chaos strikes me! ;) haha #anyways I'm sure there's something I meant to say that I'm forgetting but I should probably just post this and go to sleep #if anyone is able to dox me from my workplace bathrooms... pls don't ok #haha. I do worry I share too many irl pics on here sometimes. but it's just fun to #but yeah always feel free to ramble at me about viking stuff!#I cannot guarantee a prompt answer but I can promise I'm interested :)

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nimomo-mo · 1 month

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Vent

#i have so many conflicting feelings right now #i got complacent #i was thinking i was pretty for a while there #but now im realizing i need to work out #i need to get toned and i need to lose fat #i was getting used to feeling nice about myself #this is bad. this is not a good feeling #i shouldnt be hard on myself i already have a lot on my plate #i hate that i always fall back into this when i see a picture of them #because i am so absolutely head over heels #and i want to look good next to them #i want to be on their level #i want to be hot and pretty and gorgeous next to them #i want them to look at me the same way i do them #but for that i need to work out. so much. so so much #i dont have the energy or the time or the willpower #i dont have the willpower i dont want to be comparing myself like this i want to be gorgeous i want to be hot #i want to have the willpower i want to be able to do it i dont have the money to make someone force me to do it #i work out when someone forces me if i had the money id get a PT i want to be hot i want you to look at me i want to be gorgeous #i dont want to look myself in the mirror. i dont want to see. i dont want to see whats in that fucking mirror. i dont want to know #i dont want to see how much im not what i want to be. god i have so many issues #i thought i could be like i am and still feel pretty. i thought i could do as i liked and be pretty anyway. or i guess i am pretty but #i wanna be better. i wanna be more. i want the willpower i want the drive i want to want i want i fjsaöbfvwcfisnvs #crying #i dont want to be like this. i dont want to be like this. i dont eant to be like this. i dont want to be like this.#and i hate how my extreme attraction and love for this fucking person is making me drag my self image into the grinder #i dont want to feel ugly. i dont want to feel disgusting. i dont want to feel like i could do so much more if i just stoppedbbeing lazy #im so fucking lazy im such a sloth im such a blob i can't do this i cant do this i cant do this i cant do thus #i dont want to spural i dont want t9 be ugly i dont want to be someone lesser i hate everything i hate it all i hate i hate i hate i hate #digging my nails into mu skin

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natsunes · 3 months

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resisiting the urge to share a brushing my teeth mirror selfie on my instagram story. i have never felt this insane

#patently untrue i feel insane often #however. not posting pictures of myself on my instagram story insane.#i just realized i need to figure out how to make friends #11pm at a fun anime convention im was here to have fun #what did i do? sit alone on the stairs for an hour reading the (franklu quite juicy) debate about sino-tibetan vs trans-himalayan #by LaPolla and Van Driem. academic articles. Yeah.#then i went backstage to clean. im not even on shift 😭😭😭#this is what i mean by i need to make friends. who arent either 1. other volunteers who outside their shifts have friends #2. friends who leave early to get back home for the night (no shade if u see this but :( )#then i went to go sleep and we get to the mirror teeth brushing selfie. its a good one. my pajamas is cute.#then i went to go sleep and thats how we get to the mirror teeth brushing selfie. its a good one. my pajamas are rly cute rn <3

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ihavedonenothingright · 8 months

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I'll look at pictures of myself and go "no way I look like that" and it skews both positively and negatively; some days it's "I can't be that pretty" and sometimes it's "I look better than that." And my feelings on one picture can change so much. If I stare at myself long enough, I stop feeling like it's me. It's just an image. What do you mean that's me? I can touch that?

I'm not entirely convinced we're meant to see our own faces. My brain can't seem to comprehend the connection half the time; is it supposed to anyway?

#it's late-ish where i'm at so ignore this #just wanted to ramble #i took a picture today and i look both exactly like myself and so much better it feels like #i'm so confused at how different i look from picture to picture. mirror to mirror.#it reminds me of the time i realized the mirrors in my dance studio changed your width ever so slightly depending on where you stood #being aware of the distortion felt much better #though it did make me anxious to always stand in the “right” spot

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foxgirltail · 2 years

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I love you being trans I love you trans women i love you gender exploration I love you self discovery

[link to the Reddit post]

[ID: two screenshots of a reddit post on r/offmychest by user awaythrowjessie, titled "My girlfriend made me realize I'd be happier as a woman". it reads as follows:

I am 33, born male, and have had major self image issues my entire life. I hated seeing myself in mirrors, pictures, you name it. I honestly thought it was kinda normal so I just accepted it.

Now about 3 weeks ago I was at my girlfriends house, we have been dating a little over a year now, and have plans to move in together soon. Now recently she has shaved her head to support of her friends with cancer (side note thenl treatments for that friend are going very well). She had since bought some wigs to wear while her hair grows back out. We were joking around as I have male pattern baldness, and when she went to the bathroom I jokingly threw a wig on and waited. She came our, saw me we laughed for a bit and she said "you know I think you'd make a pretty girl" we laughed some more but those words triggered something in me.

Cut to a few night's ago she asked why I've been acting weird lately and I just told her how i was feeling. She said "alright let's do this " and when I asked what she told me she was going to give me a bit of a makeover and put me in one of her dresses and if i liked it then good. I was nervous and asked what if I did like it would she still be attracted to me. She just responded with "Baby you know I'm bi, guy or girl you're still mine." Her words reassured me honestly i love her so much.

Anyways she finished the make up, fitted a wig on me perfectly and got me in a dress and even helped me put a bra on and stuff in a little so i could see what breasts would kinda look like on me. Now I expected to see myself in the mirror, laugh this off and move on right, but I didn't. She did an unbelievable job, like I looked like I had been born a woman, and when I saw myself in the mirror for the first time in my entire life, I liked what I saw. I probably stared at myself for a good 10 minutes before she finally asked me something. She asked what I wanted to be called. After a few seconds I said Jessie, I always like the name Jessie. She whispered in my ear "well Jessie, you look beautiful." And that was it, I knew this was who i wanted to be.

I'm nervous now though, my friends will accept it but my family are, well let's just say not very progressive. But this is what I want.

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#making my own fucking post with an edited caption because yeah

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yawnderu · 7 months

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I think something a lot of people don't realize is that Ghost isn't insecure. We have that famous interaction with Soap that goes ''are you ugly?'', ''quite the opposite'', and the way that man carries himself in general does NOT scream insecurity. Even his voice lines in multiplayer show him as. just some dude. We even have that CODM Christmas picture of him flexing for the camera, lol. This man is attractive, and he knows it. He's def the type to flex on mirrors when he's alone.

ALSO he's NOT cold !! If you read the comic, he refers to hostages as ''love'' and ''sweetie'' He's a sweet guy, just traumatized.

#simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost

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loverboybitch · 1 year

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warming back up to the idea that maybe im slightly pretty or at least could be.//.

#uploads #imjustsittinghere #went to the gecs show for my friends birthday on saturday and truly had such a good time #love to be a bit of a hooligan .. my friend gave me funny pages 4 the night n the only cosmic realization i had is im kinda dope actually #been feeling so weird about my face especially in pictures lately but i got home at like 4am stupid high #listened to the dumbest girl alive snippet i recorded like 400 times while my ears rang with tinitus so hard and stared at myself for a bit #n its like hm maybe thats dumb im kinda cute with it #anyway ive been in bed for like two days now just having weird dreams back to back to back #will return from my crysalis tomorrow i think .. mybe go see cherry blossoms cause theyre all in theyre big bloom right now... <3 #(aside: its literally jus i love how i look in the mirror to me but somehow every picture of me i hate even tho it used to not be that way)#also remembering how i dropped my phone in the gecs pit with no case and somehow got it back 0 scratches...#then on the way home we were skipping on the sidewalk and my phone flew out of my pocket and slid like 10 feet across sidewalk #no cracks.....insane jus remembered #good phone karma

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helluvapoison · 2 months

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Could I get Adam, Lute and Lucifer and how they 'court' the reader? Like how birds with court each other, little gifts, wing 'dances', nesting, etc...

Also, could I be your 🐌 anon? <3<3<3

Birds of a Feather

Adam, Lute and Lucifer courting you

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Peacocking has nothing on The First Man

• His personality is amped up to the highest level when he sees you walk in a room

• (Overcompensation for how fucking nervous you make him)

• Adam gets cocky when he knows he has your attention

• Tossing grapes high in the air and catching them in his mouth, bragging louder than usual about something or the other

• Heaven forbid you laugh at any of his antics, (His smirk is dangerous, “Oh you like that?”) he’ll start singling you out in front of everyone, calling your name before he acts up

• Performances include inviting you to watch his band play and miraculously getting more energy

• Casually tosses guitar picks in your direction— and when he finds out you kept one!? He’s over the moon

• He won’t go out of his way to get you food but he’ll order you something if he goes somewhere

• Adam hates nesting. He doesn’t like being stressed in general and nesting is really fucking stressful!

• The very fact seeing you pricks the urge in him to nest drives him insane

• (AKA, he likes you a lot more than he thought he did!)

• Seeing you in his space does something he doesn’t particularly hate though

• “It’s whatever if you don’t like it.” Adam shrugs

• “No, I think it looks nice! Very you. Tell me about these pictures?”

• He’s fucking done for

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Like they have a mind of their own, her wings stretch out and audibly fluff up when she makes eye contact with you

• Mortifying is an understatement

• She picks out trinkets to give to you at first, something small that could be waved off as insignificant

• Later, when Lute realizes her affections are returned, she brings useful offerings or something you offhandedly mentioned needing

• She wishes she could tell you about the exterminations solely to brag

• See how fierce she is, how skilled she is, how good of a protector she could be for you

• Lute will ask you to arm wrestle as a compromise. She gets to hold you hand and show off her strength!

• Nesting was fine, it was the judgment part that drove her up a wall

• Watching your eyes roam over her apartment, deciding whether or not it was good enough for you? Gah!

• “What, uh—“ Lute clears her throat, she’ll hate herself for even asking later, “What do you think?”

• You smile knowingly, something else that makes her absolutely mad, “It’s perfect.”

• Lute beams with pride like she’s won a great victory

˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Never before has he felt the need to actually flaunt.. anything?

• With you it hits him like a fucking train and it’s even harder to supress it

• He’s Lucifer! That’s supposed to be self explanatory, that’s supposed to be enough

• Suddenly he’s checking every mirror on his way to you, making sure he looks better than he feels

• He tries to find other ways to steal your attention or show that he would be a worthy partner

• …But showing off his wings couldn’t hurt, right? He has six after all. If you needed to get to the other side of town he’d be more than happy to fly you over!

• Nothings too good for you! If Lucifer thinks you’ll want or like something, he’s buying it!

• Did you notice he can make things too? He’ll make you something— or fix something for you!

• Quick, break that so he can show you he can fix it!

• Lucifer pulls all the stops trying to prove himself, nesting is no exception… he’s just not great at it

• He starts! However a little after beginning he realizes just how big his mansion is and gets overwhelmed so he closes all the doors and focuses his energy on the only room that matters; his

• “I mainly stay in here,” Lucifer explains while squishing a duck in his fist, watching you explore his room, “I cleaned it up for you! N-Not for you, not for that— I mean not that I’m opposed! I just meant so that you could, uh, see?”

• “I see why you like it, I’d never wanna leave.”

• You’re gonna kill him saying shit like that

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ 🐌 CAN I GIVE YOU A KITH BECAUSE THIS WAS SO FUN!!!!!

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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new follower

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, male receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex

rafe doesn’t follow many people on social media. topper, kelce, a few of his other country club friends, and you.

the notification shocked you when you woke up one morning and saw that rafe cameron followed you back. you knew him decent enough, mostly through being friends of friends, with rafe being a year ahead of you when you were in school.

you assumed it was a mistake, he was scrolling his recent notifications maybe and accidentally clicked your follow button. you waited for him to realize and unfollow you, but it never happened, not even after a week passed.

“did you see?” you answer your friends call. rafe not only didn’t unfollow you, but he just liked and commented on your picture.

“holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.” stephanies excited voice rings out from the other side of the line, obviously having seen the recent development. “girl, he wants you.” “coming to the party this friday?” you say the message out loud, having already memorized it. you haven’t responded yet, not wanting to seem too crazy by immediately screaming yes. “i mean what else could that mean?”

“girl, you are getting dicked DOWN at that party.”

you tug at rafes zipper, having already undone the button. you know you're moving too fast, should slow down and savor the moment as you sink to your knees.

“mmm, baby, you don't have to.” rafe reaches his hand down to pull you back up, but you already tugged at his pants, lowering them to his thighs so just his underwear is left covering his dick, obviously already hard and straining against the fabric.

“i want to.” you clarify, leaning in and kissing along his length until you reach the head of his cock, suckling at it through the material, wetting it with your mouth.

rafe is just as big as you thought he would be, you can tell just from wrapping your lips around him, making you even more excited to get him inside of you.

“fuck.” rafe groans. “quit teasing me, pretty.”

you smile at rafes compliment, pulling his underwear down, his cock pushing free, standing upright against his body. rafe groans as the cold bathroom air hits his cock, pressing his back even harder into the wall.

you waste no time, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, pausing for a moment to enjoy the taste before you begin to bob your head, unable to take him all the down, but getting pretty damn close before your gag reflex forces you to pull off.

“god, you're just as good as i imagined you'd be.” rafe moans, hands gripping your hair.

“you imagined this?” you ask, pulling away to blink up at rafe through your lashes.

“yeah.” rafe smirks. he's got no shame about being attracted to you. it's rare for a girl to truly capture his attention, especially for any period of time longer than a one night stand.

“oh.” you blush, wanting to know more details as you grasp his cock, stroking it to still give him some stimulation. “before or after you followed me?”

“after. can't believe i never noticed you in high school. your photo popped up in my discover and… god, you're just so pretty.”

“did you touch yourself to me?” you ask, the words tumbling from your mouth before you can stop them.

“you would like it if i did, wouldn’t you dirty girl?” rafe smirks, not giving you a chance to confirm that you really would like it as he pushes your head back down. you allow rafe to control your movements, keeping your mouth open as his cock pushes down your throat.

you swallow around his length, excited to tell all your friends about sucking rafe off in the bathroom at the party, especially stephanie, who you know can’t be far.

“god, i need your cunt. come on.” rafe tugs at your hair.

“yeah, yeah.” you nod, giving one last kiss to the tip of rafes cock before standing.

“turn around.” rafe moves you towards the sink, having you face the mirror. he smirks when you realize you’re watching him in the reflection as he pushes your dress up until your underwear is revealed, having chosen a cute thong specifically for rafe to see.

“jesus, you’re gonna kill me.” rafe groans, hands gripping your ass, feeling your plump flesh in his hands.

“yeah?” you smirk, leaning forward and placing your hands on the marble counter to shake your bum slightly from side to side.

“too hot, i swear.” he groans, about to pull your underwear to the side when theres a knock on the bathroom door, making you both jump, forgetting that there was still an entire party going on.

“fucking occupied!” rafe shouts. “fuck off!”

you laugh at rafes yelling, listening to whoever knocked walk away, footsteps moving down the hallway.

“jesus.” he groans. “i should take you home before we fuck.” “what, not gentlemanly to take me for the first time in a bathroom?” you laugh.

“you’re not funny. i’m serious.” rafe pouts. “i like you, let me take you back to tanneyhill.” you turn around, pushing yourself up to sit on the counter. you lean forward, pressing your lips against rafes. its flattering that he wants to take you someplace more private, but you’re honestly not sure you can wait.

you reach between your bodies with both hands, moving your thong to the side while guiding rafes cock towards you entrance. you move the head of his cock through your folds, letting out a moan against his lips when you push it against your clit.

“alright, alright, shit.” rafe moans, “i’ll fuck you now.”

“good.” you smirk. “you can fuck me at tanneyhill later too.”

“oh yeah?” rafe laughs, pushing your hands away to take control, placing his hands on your hips as he sinks his cock into your entrance, moving slowly to let you adjust. “just can’t get enough of this cock, huh?” you let out a moan, gripping rafes shoulders as he stays seated inside you, pushing on your walls the perfect amount.

“move. move, its okay.” you mumble.

“god, i need a second too pretty girl.” rafe takes a deep breath, trying to control himself from absolutely ravaging you and cumming far too early.

you laugh, cupping rafes jaw with your hands, tugging him close for a kiss. it gives him a moment to settle before he starts to move, cock pushing in and out of your cunt, a wet squelching sound filling the bathroom with every movement.

rafe has one hand gripping your hip while the other slides to your back, keeping you from leaning backwards against the mirror, chest pressed against his.

“let me see your tits, baby.” rafe asks, looking down the top of your dress at your cleavage. you nod, tugging at the front of your dress, pulling it down so your chest is revealed, having forgone a bra. rafe smirks as he looks down, breasts bouncing every time he thrusts into you.

“so hot.” he groans, managing to duck his head to kiss over the swell of your breast while keeping his cock pushing into you. “touch yourself for me.”

rafe picks his head up to press a kiss to your lips before leaning back, looking between your bodies while you start with your tits, cupping one and jiggling it to show off to rafe before playing with your own nipples, switching to the other side.

“your cunt, come on. let me see how you touch yourself.” rafe knows he can't last much longer, needing you to get yourself off since his hands are occupied keeping you in place on the counter.

you sink your hand lower, ruffling over the scrunched up dress until you reach your pussy, sinking lower to gather some of your wetness from where rafe is pumping into you. you glide back up to your clit, rubbing it with two fingers in the way you do when you get yourself off.

“oh, fuck.” rafe groans as you clench around his length. “you're trying to kill me baby.”

“cum inside me.” you whimper. “please.”

“yeah.” rafe nods. “cant last.” you can tell from the way rafes cock swells inside of you that he's close.

“come on.” you begin to grind your hips up and down. “give it to me.”

rafe let's out a strangled moan, half sounding like your name, half sounding like a curse as he cums, pushing his cock as deep inside of you as possible, triggering your own orgasm as you let out a squeal, back arching into him as your fingers slow on your clit.

“fuck, that was good.” you pant, body flopping forward to lean your forehead against rafes shoulder.

“fuck yeah it was.” rafe laughs, carefully pulling his softening cock out of you. he takes your chin in his hand, picking your head up to press a kiss to your lips. “now when can we do that again?”

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endlessthxxghts · 5 months

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Thankful

no outbreak!Joel Miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈1.8k

Summary: You're trying to prep for Thanksgiving dinner when Joel asks if he can pull you away for a minute.

Warnings: Implied established relationship. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Oral sex (f recieving). Edging (briefly). Squirting. Desperate!Joel. Pleasure Dom!Joel. An extremely thankful, pussy drunk Joel...✨Mirrors✨! Cumming untouched (Joel's a bed humping mess, what can I say?). Pictures are for aesthetic purposes; no physical description of reader.

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! Here's a little Thanksgiving drabble with a domesticated, pre-outbreak Joel for y'all. I left it kinda open, so you can view him as a boyfriend or husband, entirely up to you, but y'all do live together! Anyhow, if you are celebrating Thanksgiving, please be sure to acknowledge the land that belonged to the Indigenous people first. I say this because we can enjoy Thanksgiving and the general themes it stands for while decolonizing the white-washed version. All my love! Hope you enjoy Joel being a thankful, horny menace.👹

MASTERLIST

“Happy Thanksgivin’, baby,” Joel says, sliding up behind you, his big arms around your waist caging you between him and the kitchen counter. He places a kiss on your neck.

You smile in his embrace, loving the warmth radiating from his body. “Happy Thanksgiving to you, too, handsome.”

“Do you have a minute to step away?” He asks, voice low.

“Depends, baby,” you say, knowing you might know where this is headed. “Gotta finish prepping the sweet potato, so I can throw it in the oven. I can step away then?”

“This is for dinner later tonight at your parents, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Why?” You turn your head up to peer at him. He already has a big fat smirk on his face.

“We have so much time, baby,” he kisses you once more. “I just need you for a minute.”

“Joel,” you say sternly, though you feel your knees already buckling.

His hands are at your waist, guiding you to the kitchen sink and guiding you to wash your hands. As soon as you’re done, he’s twisting you in his hold, so your body is flushed with his. Your neck angled back to look him in the eyes. Within seconds, his hands are on either side of your face, lips smashing into yours, tongue immediately darting out to tangle with yours. His hips push harder against you, and you can feel his hard length against your lower belly.

Too lost at his sudden horniness, you don’t realize his hands leave your face and make their way to your thighs. He pulls away from you momentarily, letting out a breathless up as he taps the outside of your thigh. You lift your legs up to wrap around his waist.

He’s walking you to your shared bedroom, lips still on yours. As he reaches the threshold of the room, he tells you to close your eyes.

“Why?”

“Darlin’, just do it,” he says, amusement in his tone at your hard-headedness. One of his favorite things about you.

A small fine leaves your lips, and soon he’s throwing you on your bed, your body doing a little bounce at the fluffiness of your mattress. You squeal at being airborne, loving how he always manhandles you so perfectly.

Your eyes are still closed even though you’re dying to open them, and you start to feel Joel unzip your jeans, kissing every inch of your now-exposed lower belly. Once your bottoms are completely off, he settles himself between your legs, putting your thighs up onto his broad shoulders, keeping you completely open to him.

“Open, baby,” he says, kissing the insides of your thighs.

You peer through your lashes slowly, but then your nervousness fades. Nothing looks different. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Until you look at Joel’s hand wrapped around your thigh. His one finger is pointing up to the ceiling. You look up.

Oh.

You look up and see your reflection staring back down at you. A complete view of Joel’s body between your legs, his broad back on display with his cute ass you love so much. Your jaw is on the floor.

“You like?” you hear him ask, a bit nervous.

“When?” you ask, still a bit shocked (and crazily aroused) at your room’s new feature.

“You were so busy in the kitchen all day,” he responds, “‘N I remembered our conversation a month ago, and I’ve been wantin’ to do it since, but never had the chance.”

You look back down to his own eyes. “I bought everythin’ for it after the conversation, too,” he adds. “Thought I’d make myself useful today in the way I know best.”

You think back to that conversation.

“Baby,” you yell from the couch.

“Hm?” he grumbles from his place in the kitchen.

“How would you feel,” you pause for a second, easing your own nerves about your request. Sure, Joel is just as freaky as you are, but it’s a natural human reaction to be unsure about new things. “About putting mirrors in our room?”

He’s in the living room within seconds.

“Mirrors?”

“Yes.”

He raises his eyebrow. “Mirrors where?”

You look at him for a minute. “...above the bed.”

His eyes flash something dark.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay?” you ask, shocked at his quick agreement.

“Okay.” You swear you see the one side of his mouth flip up in a smirk as he walks back to the kitchen.

You reach your hand down to caress his cheekbone, wanting nothing more than to kiss him but waiting because you know what he’s about to do. “I fucking love it,” you tell him.

“Good,” he says. His eyes look back down to your glistening cunt. He’s about to taste you when you speak up again.

“Wait.”

He looks back up to you.

“Take your shirt off. Wanna see you,” you say with a smirk as you point back up to the mirror above you.

He sits back up on his haunches, a smirk identical to yours spread across his face. He unbuttons his flannel slowly as he maintains eye contact with you. What a tease, you think. Two could play that game.

As soon as his chest is in view, you let out a little exaggerated moan, “Oh, fuck, baby.”

Your hand that was resting besides you moves to your chest. Slowly, you drag your fingers down your sternum, down your belly. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

His eyes are watching your hand like a hawk. He speeds up his unbuttoning process, but only by a millisecond, trying to keep his act and not fall under your siren spell.

Your fingers reach the top of your mound, coursing through the patch of hair down there. You shift your hips for added effect. As he gets to his last two buttons, the two pads of your fingers make their way to your clit, circling soft and slow, pulling the softest but neediest of moans from you. “Fuck, baby,” you drag out, pained. You bring your fingers lower, dipping into your wetness. You pump in and out of yourself for a few moments, letting him hear how wet you are. “See what you do to me, baby?”

“Fuck,” he growls out, the brown of his eyes completely gone. His act is done for as he rips off his flannel, the last button flying somewhere with a soft clack landing. He’s back between your legs at an instant, his hand grabbing at your wrist and bringing it up to his mouth, sucking at the slick on your fingers. His quickness mixed with his roughness sends you in a frenzy, a lewd gasp leaving your mouth at his actions.

He releases your hand and his one hand situates itself at the top of your ass, angling your hips more forward, putting your cunt directly in line with his mouth. His other arm situates itself over your belly.

He licks a wet stripe through your seam using the flat of his tongue, and you swear you saw Heaven flash through his eyes. “God, ya taste so fuckin’ good,” he says.

He places an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, pulling off of you with suction. Your hips try to chase him for more, but the hold he has on you has you going nowhere. “This right here is what I’m fuckin’ thankful for,” he whispers at your pussy before he completely dives like a man starved. Like it’s his Thanksgiving meal.

His actions are focused on your sobbing entrance right now, his tongue lapping up your juices and entering your fluttering hole every chance he gets. The deeper he fucks his tongue into you, the more his thick, hooked nose nudges at your clit, providing the perfect amount of pleasure that sends you screaming.

“Fuck, Joel-!” you yell out. “Please, don’t stop, just like that, baby, please!” Your back tries to arch as much as it can with his heavy arm weighing you down. He opens up his eyes, looking up to check on you. A smile forms as he licks at you: your head thrown back in pleasure, eyes tightly shut. He keeps his exact pace and pressure, pulling you to the very edge just like you so sweetly asked for. Then, he’s pulling off of you.

Your eyes shoot open, immediately searching for Joel’s. You’re thrashing against his hold. “Baby, no, please,” you whine in frustration. “I was so close, please.”

He points back up to the mirror. “Don’t let my efforts go to waste, baby,” he says with a condescending inflection. “You said you wanted to watch me. So, watch. Or I’ll stop.”

You whimper at his words, nodding your head frantically, babbling to appease him. “Yes, baby, yes, I promise. I’ll keep my eyes open. Promise. Please, baby, please,” you beg.

Your words leave your tongue as his returns to the place you need him most. He angles your hips just slightly higher, giving him the perfect position to put all of his wet muscle into your pussy as his nose perfectly hits your already sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands fly to his curls at the contact, your eyes threatening to roll back in pleasure.

You use all your strength to bring your eyes up to the mirror, and the sight of his back muscles flexing and twitching with every movement he makes has the fire in your core burning brighter. The next thing you notice is what sends you over the edge. His hips are rutting into the mattress, easing his hardness as though he’s a dog in heat. The thought of his desperation for you — his primal crave for you — that ends you.

You’re nearly ripping his hair out of his scalp as your eyes clamp shut, a stream of moans and gasps for air fill the room as you soak his entire face with your slick. At your finish, he’s moaning into you, and you can feel his body begin to vibrate. You open your eyes as best as you can, and you can see his hips are still rocking, weak and shaky.

Fuck.

He came.

He looks up from your pussy, the bottom half of his face soaked with a devilish grin gracing his features. He looks more fucked out than you, and if you’re remembering your tiny glimpse of your reflection as you came, you also look utterly fucked.

He wipes the wetness of his face on your thigh only to lick it all back up, sucking a few marks to bloom later tonight.

He places one last kiss to your clit, causing you to yelp in overstimulation.

“Yeah,” he breathes, as if he’s reminiscing about the things he just did to you. “I’m fuckin’ thankful,” he says as he heads to the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean you up.

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