#goofy lookin hair

[sunflowerishere]

another heizou!!

wonkier hair tho

don’t blame me

i always forget how the shape of his hair is

all i know is it’s in a ponytail and there’s a lifted part in the front

[elfsyellowflowerzart]

dndsona is just me as an elf with all the piercings and tattoos i plan to get (bonus glasses, but i dont like how glasses look on me)

(it/its or they/them pronouns)

[ch1zzie]

They got alien wormies in their brains (or something)

How did that happen?

[osachiyo]

sukuna is mad ugly tbh I do not get the hype

[aokuni]

EOOOOOOOOOOE WIWOWOOOOO WOWIW AYERWAASASSSS YEYAYAASSS SOMGOGNGOMFJAIA HYPERVBETNITBDTJR HYPERIVENTID ACREAMIGN CRYING THROWING UP SOBBING DYING- anyways satoru finally got his unboxing video

[todayisafridaynight]

yall ever seen sawashiro’s RGGO art cause this is not the same man i was throwing hands with in Y7 who IS this dude

[frostydraconis]

Tbh what Are those combat animations in the new dragon age. Why it lookin so bad 😭

[oneofthechaoskids]

FAK

This is the best I could do in a 1 hour time frame huh

[engstlersbueckers]

E. Engstler NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Haven’t seen anyone do this yet. lets mix it up.lmk what ya think and apologies for any mistakes!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s an angel when it comes to aftercare.Asking multiple times if she was too rough with you and no matter how much you insist you can do it on your own,she always cleans you up. “Uh uh. You stay right here I got it baby.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Emily’s an ass girl. I said wtf I said. She’s always grabbin on your ass. Loves rubbing it when you’re cuddling and dont get me started on when she’s fucking you from behind. The sound your ass makes when she’s hittin it from the back drives her crazy. As for you,her hands(quite literally) have a chokehold on you. All she’s gotta do is move her hands in a certain way and your mind just fixates on it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She’s addicted to making you cum. She wont stop until you’re gushing all over her fingers,tongue,strap,etc. Your taste is something she can’t live without.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory,)

She’s not really super secretive about what she wants to do with you. If it’s something she wants to try she’s gonna tell you straight up.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh she definitely knows what she’s doing. The best sex you’ve ever had in your life was from her. The way she fucks is unique,but she can lay it down like her strap is attached to her body.

F=Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. Like i said a few letters ago she loves the feeling of your ass bouncing against her.And in doggy,she can still get up in your ear and talk to you,pull your hair,and reach around and play with your clit all she wants.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Not much laughing during the act but afterwards she’ll have you cracking up. Usually saying something dumb like “I hope I wont lookin’ at you all crazy I was really into it.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She always says “The only hair you’re gonna find is on my head” so do with that what you will.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You mean everything to her so she fucks you like it. She takes her time to warm you up before she even takes off her own clothes.When she’s putting her strap in you, she holds you really close and kisses you while she slides it in. “There it is…That’s my fuckin’ girl.So pretty for me.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t touch herself much. Maybe on certain occasions like an away game she’ll call you and you get off together. But not much other than that. She has great self control.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She’s pretty big on asphyxiation. She loves to choke you. Especially if you’re in front of a mirror,she loves seeing your eyes glaze over in the reflection and feeling how tight you get when she does it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Yall have pretty much done it all over the apartment. But her personal favorite is in the shower.The warm water running down your bodies while you kiss and touch all over each other,the way she presses you against the shower door. Theres something about it thats so hot to her.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The sounds you make get her so riled up,but it’s one particular sound you make every time she hits your g-spot,it almost bottoms her out she loves it so much.“Oh my god,fuck. Make that noise again baby,I love it.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything either of you are uncomfortable with you wont do.Pretty straightforward.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves giving you head.Every single time she does you damn near have to push her off you to get her to stop. The sensation of her piercings just intensifies it too.So anytime shes licking up your slit,or sucking your clit you can feel them<3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely depends on the mood. If you’re feeling really intimate,she’ll fuck you nice and slow and deep. Taking her time to fill you up to the hilt. But when she’s angry or really fired up,it’s game over for you.She’ll have your eyes in the back of your head within seconds. Just pounding away at you like you’re her favorite sex toy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

There’s not really much time in either of your schedules for quickies so you don’t really do them often. Unless it’s right before a date or an important event and you have some time to kill.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Both of you agreed to be pretty open minded with a lot of things,including things that involve your sex life.So she’s almost always down for experimenting.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Baby,she’s an athlete. She can go for however long she pleases. She even teases you about being able to keep up after a couple rounds. “No way you’re tappin’ out on me already? C’mon gimme one more.”

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Most of the toys that you own she uses them on you. Of course you can use them whenever you want but she prefers to help you out. Like if its a vibrator she’ll sit you between her legs and keep it right on top of your clit while she teases your breasts and talks you through it.“I know…I know baby. You’re doing so good for me. Makin’ me so proud.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She loves teasing you. When she does it she’ll do something real subtle like “accidentally” resting her hand waay too close to your inner thigh. Then when you call her out she’ll play dumb.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s more of a talker than anything.But she prefers when you’re the one getting loud for her. “Dont cover your fuckin’ mouth lemme hear it. Let everyone know whos fuckin’ the shit out of this pussy.”

W = Wild card (a random

headcanon for the character)

Okay..personally I feel like she’s really into phone sex. Like i feel like a broken record when i say that she loves being verbal with you. And she thinks it’s so hot that she has the power to get you off even when you’re miles away from each other. Of course she’ll always leave you anticipating what she’s gonna do to you when she comes back. “Hope you don’t have anything planned cuz once I get home I’m tearin’ that pussy up.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s not on some wimpy dick shit. When she says she’s packing,she doesn’t just mean there’s a strap in her pants. That thing got some size to it. Her biggest one she has in “the shoebox” is an 8 inch. (It’s also your personal favorite :) )

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She can be hard to read sometimes,but when her sex drive is high,you can tell because she gets really handsy. Not just the usual touching but she’s constantly grabbing your ass ,kissing all over your neck,she can just be straight up pussywhipped sometimes.

A/N:Yay you made it to the end!! This is my first ever time writing one of these so I really hope you liked it. If you have any requests my inbox is always open. I love youu<3

-S🩷

[papaya-twinks]

me? forget - l.n 🎈

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

“Morning, baby,” Lando smiled, walking into the kitchen behind you, his torso bare as he huffed you from behind. You could feel his chest pressed to your back, his arms round your waist, fingers sliding over your bra, his curls tickling your jaw as he held you to his body.

“Extra affectionate today,” you said, giggling as he pressed a warm kiss to your shoulder, his fingers dipping under the waistband of your panties. “Mmm, can’t help it,” he mumbled, “you look hot in this,” he tugged on the white shirt you had on, unbuttoned.

“Mhm,” you hummed, ducking under his arm to continue making your tea, tying your hair into a messy bun as you worked. “Should I get, like, snacks for upstairs?” Lando smiled, flashing you his goofy grin as you raised a brow, blinking in confusion. 

“Why’s that?” you asked, turning your attention back to your tea cup, missing the way his smile fell slightly. “Y’know, we’re gonna stay home and cuddle and…stuff,” he shrugged, walking back to you to kiss your neck, only to have you duck under his arm once more. 

“No we’re not,” you frowned, “I have some stuff to do,” you said, grabbing your car keys from the dish on the side. “Oh…okay,” Lando said, forcing a smile onto his face as he watched you leave, going up the stairs, a frown on his face. Had he done something wrong? 

You’d never forgotten his birthday, or your anniversary or anything like that, has he done something? Had he forgotten yours or something? Lando stayed upstairs, not even bothering to come down when he heard your car rolling into the driveway, thinking to himself. 

“Hey Lando,” you smiled, walking into the room as you placed your bags down, met with nothing but a half-hearted grunt and an incoherent mumble. “Enjoy the shops?” he finally said, not lookin up from his phone. “It was…just a shopping trip, nothing to enjoy,” you frowned. 

“Whatever,” he mumbled, turning on his side, his back facing you as you sighed. “Can you go out and grab me some snacks?” you asked, “I’m feeling a bit sick of driving, cramps and stuff,” you lied as he rolled his eyes, shrugging and standing up.

“I guess,” he mumbled, grabbing the keys and leaving. Perfect. As soon as he left, Carlos, Max F and a bunch of his other friends crept in, as you’d gone to pick them up instead of going to the shops, a bright grin on your face. 

“God, you look happy,” Max said, nudging you as you followed them into the house, grabbing all the balloons from whet your stuffed them into the closet. “How can I not be?” you said, dumping a bunch of balloons around the place, turning some lights to purple. 

“He was kinda, like, pissed at me, I think,” you said, half-grimacing as Carlos helped you hang up some decorations, Max working on wheeling out the three-tier cake onto the middle of the table. “Coz of the whole ‘forgetting his birthday’ thing?” the Spaniard asked as you nodded. 

“Maybe a surprise party wasn’t such a good idea,” you said, chewing on your lip as Max sighed. “There’s not much we can do now,” Carlos said, “it’s happened now, so we might as well make it special for him, no?”. He was right, now all you had to do was wait for Lando to come back. 

“Surprise!” you all cheered as Lando walked into the too, looking bewildered as he walked into the room, weakly clutching his bag before he blinked a few times, his eyes widening. 

“Y/N, what’s going on?” he immediately went to you, all his earlier coldness forgotten as he dumped the bag in the couch. Max and Carlos popped some confetti things as you grinned, slinging your arms round his neck as he blinked at you, confused. “I-I thought you…forgot my birthday, I-,” Lando rambled, a smile sliding onto his face. 

“Bullshit, like I’d forget your birthday,” you said, squeezing his side as he pushed your hand away, a smile on his face as he kissed your jaw. “Knew it wasn’t like you,” he said, his cheeks tinged slightly pink as he swayed on the spot, watching his friends parade around in celebration for his birthday. 

“I fucking hate you,” he said, watching in awe as Max lifted the knife, handing it to Lando to cut the cake. “God, I love you,” he said, pulling your hand onto his as he cut the cake, the slice falling perfectly onto a paper plate. “I love you,” he said again, kissing you once more. 

[dissapointu]

hi!! i love your writing! i was wondering if you could do how arcane characters would react to their partner looking really good??

OMG YES, LET’S GO. You’re serving looks, and these characters are LOSING it.

Jinx

Jinx is walking into the room, probably rambling about some crazy plan she has to blow something up, but then she sees you. Full stop. Like, rewind sound effects stop. Her jaw drops, her eyes go wide, and she’s just standing there with a completely dumbfounded look on her face.

“WHO LET YOU LOOK LIKE THAT?!” she yells, pointing at you like it’s your fault. And then, without waiting for an answer, she’s giggling and spinning around you like a little tornado, tugging at your outfit and gushing about how good you look. But it’s Jinx, so she’ll probably throw in something like:

“I could never wear that—I’d blow it up in five minutes. BUT YOU?! You’re, like, my shiny bombshell baby now!”

Vi

Okay, so Vi acts all tough and cool, right? But when she sees you? Girl is GONE. She leans back in her chair, smirks, and tries to play it cool.

“Damn, babe, where’s the fire? Oh wait—it’s YOU.”

She totally thinks she’s being smooth, but her ears are turning red, and she cannot stop staring. She’ll make some excuse to touch you, too, like fixing a stray hair or adjusting your jacket, just so she can get a closer look.

“You’re killin’ me here,” she mutters under her breath, and yeah, she’s absolutely whipped.

Sevika

You walk into the bar looking too good, and Sevika’s mid-drink when she sees you. She chokes. Like, literally sputters into her glass because she was NOT READY. She tries to recover, clears her throat, and narrows her eyes at you like you did this on purpose.

“Alright, who are you trying to impress?” she teases, but her voice is all low and growly, and she’s totally jealous of anyone else who gets to see you looking like this.

If you’re lucky, she’ll slide an arm around your waist and pull you close, her mechanical arm whirring a little as she leans in to murmur, “You keep lookin’ like that, I’m gonna have to start a fight just to keep people’s eyes off you.”

Silco

Silco’s usually composed, right? All cold, calculating power. But when he sees you, he goes silent. Like, dead silent. His heterochromatic eyes narrow just slightly, and you can tell he’s looking you over, taking in everything.

“Impressive,” he finally says, his voice smooth but with just enough edge to send a shiver down your spine. He doesn’t say more because he knows you know exactly what he’s thinking, but the way his hand lingers on your arm when he passes you? Yeah, you’ve officially ruined his ability to focus for the rest of the day.

Vander

Vander is polishing a glass behind the bar when you walk in, and the man literally freezes. The glass slips from his hand, clattering onto the counter, and for a moment, he’s just staring at you with this big, goofy grin on his face.

“Look at you,” he says, his voice all warm and soft, like he can’t believe his luck. He’s not one to gush, but you’ll catch him sneaking glances at you all night, shaking his head like, How did I get so lucky?

And when you catch him staring, he’ll just laugh and say, “Can you blame me?”

Ekko

Ekko’s mid-sentence when you walk in, and he just stops talking. Like, whatever he was saying? Gone. Deleted. Replaced by you.

“Uh…damn.” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what to do with himself, because holy crap, you’re stunning. “Okay, but why are you trying to flex on me like this?”

He’ll pretend to pout for like two seconds before breaking into this huge grin and pulling you into a quick spin. “You look incredible. Seriously. You’re making it really hard for me to focus.”

Jayce

Jayce is a talker, so the moment he sees you, he’s throwing out compliments like confetti.

“Wow. Just…wow. Is this legal? You’re stunning. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Should I keep going? Because I could keep going.”

He’s like a golden retriever, so excited and genuinely in awe, and he’ll definitely try to take like 50 pictures of you, “for science,” but really just because he can’t get over how good you look.

Viktor

Oh, Viktor is a mess. Like, full-on short-circuiting. He notices you immediately, but he’s so shy about it, he pretends to be focused on his work, even though the pen in his hand is hovering three inches above the page.

“You, uh…you look very nice,” he finally mumbles, his face going completely red. But when you catch him staring (because he’s DEFINITELY staring), he’ll push up his glasses and awkwardly add, “I mean, you always do, but tonight, especially…uh…”

Just kiss him already. The poor man can’t handle it.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn’s the type to notice right away but say nothing—at first. She’ll just smile, that soft little oh, you’ve outdone yourself this time smile, and let you catch her admiring you.

“You look incredible,” she says, her voice calm but with just enough warmth to make your cheeks burn. She’ll offer you her arm, all proper and elegant, and lead you into whatever event you’re attending, acting like it’s your moment to shine.

But don’t let her fool you. Inside, she’s absolutely glowing.

Mel Medarda

Mel is a queen, and she acts like one. So when she sees you, she doesn’t react immediately. No, she takes her time looking you over, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“You’re stunning,” she purrs, her voice dripping with admiration. “But then, I’d expect nothing less from you.”

She’s totally the type to dress even better next time just so you two can be the most powerful, glamorous couple in the room.

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa doesn’t do subtle. The moment she sees you, she lets out this low, appreciative hum, her eyes gleaming with approval.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” she says, stepping closer, her presence almost overwhelming. “It’s…intoxicating.”

She’ll rest a hand on your shoulder, her grip firm but affectionate, and you can feel the pride radiating off her. She knows everyone else is looking at you, and she loves it.

Heimerdinger

“Oh, my stars! My dear, you look absolutely radiant!”

Heimerdinger’s ears perk up, and his little mustache twitches with excitement. He’ll walk around you in circles, marveling at your outfit and making a bunch of overly enthusiastic comments about the “design work” and “craftsmanship,” even if it’s just a plain dress.

“You must let me take a closer look at this fabric—it’s magnificent!”

It’s adorable, really.

Salo

Salo’s not one to gush, but he’ll give you this small, approving nod when he sees you.

“You clean up well,” he says, his tone casual but with just enough edge to let you know he’s impressed.

If you’re lucky, you might catch him stealing a glance at you when he thinks you’re not looking.

Scar

Scar sees you and immediately whistles low under his breath.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he says, his grin all crooked and playful. “What’s the occasion, doll?”

He’ll definitely tease you, but you can tell he’s really into it by the way he keeps sneaking closer, like he just can’t help himself.

Maddie Nolen

Maddie is blunt, so when she sees you, she just blurts it out:

“Damn, you look good.”

She doesn’t sugarcoat it, doesn’t make it a big thing. But the way her gaze lingers a little too long? Yeah, she’s head over heels.

Lest

Lest is normally composed, but the moment she sees you, she falters.

“You look…” she pauses, searching for the right word, and then just gives up with a little smile. “Amazing.”

It’s simple, but the way she looks at you? Like you’ve hung the moon? That says it all.

[recklessmatt]

nsfw alphabet - c.s ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i feel like chris would be really sweet and make sure you’re comfortable and would probably have a basket of snacks hidden in his closet ready to bust it out for moments like these

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on the lowkey, he kinda loves his arms. he loves when you grab onto them when you guys are FUCKING and he notices your eyes tend to linger a little longer when his veins pop out

the man LOVES your ass, he’s taking every opportunity to smack it, grope it, bite it, and he loves when you sit on his lap sigh.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

chris loves cumming inside of you, just seeing it leak out of you makes him go feral. but if he’s hitting it from behind, he’ll cum on your ass, i mean, he is an ass man. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he lowkey lovesss when you use a vibrator on him. it makes him more sensitive and when he finishes it feels soooo good for him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he definitely has had at least 1 body, maybe even 2. he’s not an expert in sex but he does know enough to get you going. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy. no further explanation. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i’d like to think he’s more serious when it comes down to it, but afterwards he’s back to being his goofy self like with a flip of a switch

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he likes to keep it well trimmed but not bald bc he just feels too exposed

he also does NOT GIVE A FUCK about what you do, i mean if the jungle has to be explored then it has to be explored yfm

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

chris is a really sweet guy but he loves to praise and degrade you lowkey saying some shit like “you’re such a pretty whore for my cock baby” AHHHHHH

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

chris jacks off regularly, but it’s just because it’s grown into a habit for him and when does jack off it’s because you tease him by sending risky pics and dirty text him. he loves going through all the videos and pics in his hidden folder

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

chris loves marking and having you bite him, whenever he feels your teeth grazing on him he goes harder on you, it literally sends him into overdrive

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

chris has a lot of favorite places but the shower really gets him because it’s all steamy and hot and your naked wet bodies just rubbing all up on each other plus it’s easy to clean up.  

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you. anything you do turns him on, even when you’re not trying to. but secretly when you’re wearing a miniskirt it does the trick

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never do pegging

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

chris LOVES receiving, he loves watching you take him whole, gagging on him, he loves to cum all over you and fuck your face, it boosts his ego

but when chris is giving you know damn well he’s tongue fucking you or sucking your clit while he fingers you, he’s very skilled with his mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the night but fast and rough is chris’ favorite way to get you off but he will go slow and deep to tease you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

chris loves quickies, anywhere, anytime, you just gotta give him a certain look and he’s like alright yup. OR if you’re just lookin extra good, he’s already dragging you to a secluded area

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

bye this man loves risky things, he’s very experimental and is willing to do whatever you’d like to do (within reason ofc)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i feel like chris can go for a long time bc he’s ju​st so horny, but i also feel like he’d tap out at 2.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i wouldn’t be surprised if he owns a pocket pussy

like i said, if you got a vibrator, he loves when you use it on him and he would most definitely use it on you. but chris gets jealous of your dildos because why would you use it when he’s right there?.?.? like hellooooo

i also think he would love to use those vibrators that he can control through his phone so he can see you squirm to hold it in together in public

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

okay so chris LOVES to tease you, he just loves running his hands all over your body and avoiding the place where you really need, but if you do it back to him he’s just a whining mess. you’re gonna need to put him in handcuffs to restrain him. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

chris does yap im not gonna lie, but it is a lot of dirty talk. lots of groans and dirty talks. if you are taking control though he will let out a couple whines and whimpers. HE WOULD MOST DEFINITELY SAY SOME SHIT LIKE “yeah baby?” “you’re doing so good for me” “damn ma you're so tight”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

DEALER!CHRIS

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

oh bro is big, im like 90% sure. i feel like he’s a good size to stretch you out and fill you up perfectly tho.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

honestly, chris has so much horniness built in him, he’s just always down to fuck. you could literally be at someone’s wedding and the moment you give him the eyes, he’s telling you to meet him in the bathroom.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

bro will knock out so quick. i mean of course he’s gonna ask you if you need anything and take care of you, but after he’s out that shower, bro is schlumped, good luck waking him up babes

MATT VERSION

author's note: hiii i made this quick lil headcanon(?) if that's what you call it but i haven't written anything for chris yet so here's something small while i work on an actual chris fic enjoy sexies mwah <3

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[beardedjoel]

Hear me out… smother Joel bringing ribbons back from Jackson for his little blossom :((( and putting them in her hair for her :(((( and she’s wearing a little dress Joel picked out for her and he’s just so heart eyes for her <333 and MAYBE just maybe, she’s feeling giggly and playful and so she puts a little ribbon around a tuft of his hair to make him pretty too and he laughs but then pretends to be disgruntled and tough even though he’s so soft for her and everything she does <3 and he gives her one of his scolding looks and she’s all blushy and just goes “sorry daddyyy” with a little huff <3

AAAGHHHH that’s so cute! fuck it we ball let’s write a little drabble. hope this makes its way back to you anon! 💓

satin

smother!joel x f!reader drabble

a/n: reader has hair but that’s it on description! i wanted it to sound like any hair type could have a ribbon tied around a piece of it so i hope i accomplished that!

Joel knew that you weren’t poking around his haul from Jackson just to see the eggs and cheese he’d brought home. You were never that interested in the food until it was cooked and in front of you. No, he knew that you were looking for something, that curious look in your eye as you searched, trying to appear casual.

“Lookin’ for something?” he interrupts.

Your face freezes, body stiffening as you pull your fingers back from the arrangement of different things laid out on the kitchen table and shake your head.

“N-no…” you say guiltily.

Joel shoots one eyebrow up, unimpressed. “Not lookin’ for any special gifts from daddy? Huh?”

Your eyes fall to the ground and a shy smile hits your lips. “Yes…” you finally admit. Joel’s chuckle rings through the room and his hands are reaching into his rucksack the next moment with a shake of his head. He pulls out long satin ribbons in white and pink, then smaller hair clips with sparkly bows attached in blue and purple. Your eyes widen and study them, something so pretty, things you’d been lacking in your wardrobe for much of your life. Your smile grows as the fabric shines in the sunlight when Joel holds it up higher for you to see.

“C’mere,” Joel says, coaxing you towards him, your body pulled to him by what feels like an invisible string as his words force your body into movement. You’re in front of him, biting your lip as you watch his hands move to stroke your cheeks, moving upwards to pull a section of your hair out, wrapping the pink ribbon around it and tying it tightly with a large bow. A second pink one is tied on the other side of your head, long strands of the silky fabric hanging down elegantly around your face.

Joel’s smile comes slow and easy, a saccharine turn of his lips as he takes in the sight before him, your beautiful looks only elevated by the innocent femininity of the bows. “It’s okay to want daddy to bring you gifts y’know,” he says, getting a timid nod of understanding from you. He’s working the white one around your neck, tying it over top of your collar, covering the leather band and creating a bow at the front. “You’ve been such a good girl lately, you deserve it,” he says as he finishes tying it, pulling it slightly tighter than necessary just to watch your eyes pop a little.

“R-really, daddy?” you ask, hands touching both the ribbons to feel the silky material run through your fingers as you drag them downwards. “Thank you.” Your smile beams with warm cheeks as he looks at you softly, picking up one of the small hair clips to add it to your new look, but your fingers deftly snatch it out of his hand, giggling as you reach to him instead. You clip it onto a tuft at the front of his hair, pulling the strands slightly back off his face. Your laughter fights to burst out of you the entire time, a rare surge of goofy disobedience that Joel can’t help but crack a smile at, too. Harmless. Sweet. Just like he likes you.

“Oh, you’re in big trouble, blossom,” Joel huffs, suddenly hardening his face comically, brows furrowed and hands planted on his hips dramatically

“I am? But you look so pretty, daddy,” you giggle, taking the other clip and putting it on the other side of his hair with your lip between your teeth, mischief brewing in your eyes.

“Big, big trouble,” Joel repeats teasingly, arms out and snatching you up before you can step away.

“S-sorry, daddy,” you whine with another giggle as you’re pulled into him tightly, the familiar comfort of his arms around you.

He spins you suddenly to bend you over the table, whether for a playful spanking or something more you’re not sure yet, but you can’t help but notice the glint in Joel’s stare that says he’s just as amused as you are.

[joelismiller]

misunderstanding

joel miller x fem!reader

Word Count: 5.0k

Summary: you liked joel and you really thought he liked you back.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap (joel is in his fifties and reader is in her late twenties), angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), jealousy, protective!joel, violence if you squint, no use of y/n

A/N: hi everyone my name is ariel and this is my first post ! I have never written for joel before and i have never written smut so please go easy on me and enjoy ! <3 (oh also i completely made up the currency idk how that works😭)

It hurts, you think. 

Having an attachment to a man who has seemed to lose the ability to comprehend on an emotional level how to form one.

An exception of course made for one goofy teenager named Ellie Williams, which you can’t blame him for—she is an easy kid to love. 

You however still can’t help but feel a little envious of the fourteen-year-old even if it is a silly kind of jealousy. You just wish you could be close to him—know him like no one else does or has. 

It started 6 months ago: you had been living in Jackson for a whole year after braving the world overtaken by Cordyceps alone.

Tommy and a group of other people on patrol found you near the edge of town looking right about to just give up and keel over and allow fate to take over and decide if you should live or die from that point.

After making sure you were not infected, Tommy scooped you up and managed to get you back to town where Maria agreed to help nurse you back to health and eventually make you an official resident of Jackson. 

You were given a house close to Tommy and Maria’s and they gave you a job at the local clothing shop of sorts; really just a place to trade or purchase clothing, bootlaces, etc. You began to not just live, but enjoy living—a fate you never thought you would be able to see for yourself after the events of the last twenty years.

It was more or less a life of routine and monotony, but it was more of a life you had before which is what made it special. 

Then Joel Miller came in and ruined all of that.

 Six months ago he rode into town with his little brunette companion for a second time after briefly visiting a while before. He walked up to Tommy and gave him a firm hug while confirming your hope that he indeed would be making himself a permanent member of the Jackson community.

His house with Ellie was only a few blocks away which allowed for you to wake up a little early to see him leave on his way to patrol. 

Now the interaction that started your infatuation with the grumpy old man was nothing too special; at least probably to the man himself. However, to you, it made a very old and foreign feeling form in your gut.

Butterflies erupted just at the sight of Joel Miller’s beautiful brown eyes that, depending on the light, either shined a light honey-brown, or dark and rich, like the coffee beans you used to brew your coffee that morning.

His hair reflected his age—a fluffy mess of brown with graying streaks and a patchy beard to match.

And his broad shoulders and strong looking arms made it so you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up by him—consumed by him.  

He looked awkward, you think, as he stood inside your shop looking around wordlessly. You decided to step out from behind the counter where you were going over some previous numbers for inventory to help the handsome man get what he came for. 

“Hi there, can I help you look for anything specific?” you asked as you approached him slowly from across the room. 

“Hi, um, I was just lookin' for a thicker coat than the one I already have—‘just got my first pay from patrolling.” He muttered, continuing to search the many tables and walls littered with all sorts of clothing items.

 “Oh okay, for sure! If you just follow me they’re right over here.”

 You began to lead him to a rack near the register which had a small assortment of heavy winter jackets. You were constantly selling out of them since Jackson was always cold no matter the season which is why there wasn’t a lot to choose from. 

He took a look at the jackets and gave you a nod, “Thank you, um…” Joel trailed off as you breathlessly laughed and told him your name.

He repeated your name trying it out on his tongue; making you wish for nothing more than to hear him say it in his Southern drawl over and over and over-

“I’m Joel,” he stated simply and you gave him a smile and nod of your head, pretending like you hadn’t already done a bit of digging to find out the handsome newcomer’s name a couple months ago when he first visited. 

“Well Joel, if you need anything I'll be back behind the register.”

You pointed over to the table with a broken old register that worked just well enough to store the currency the town came up with so there was an extra curtain of civilization despite the events that were anything but that.

You thought it was kind of stupid, but it worked and made people happy so who were you to say otherwise? 

He nodded to let you know he heard you as you went back to your previous position: pretending the whole time you weren’t shamelessly ogling the rugged, big, Southern man mindlessly looking through the jackets.

He eventually settled on a nice tan one with flannel material on the inside lining with white fleece on the collar and cuffs.

You quickly looked back down to the inventory papers so you wouldn’t be caught staring when you heard his heavy footsteps approach the counter. 

“I’ll take this one,” he grunted as he began to gather up some coins to give you in exchange for the warm, heavy jacket.

You quickly pushed his hand away to alert him that it wasn’t necessary, “You're new here right Joel?” You asked as he raised an inquisitive eyebrow and shook his head in agreement.

 “Right, then consider it a welcoming gift—free of charge.” 

You gave him a bright smile as he furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head causing you to see the honey sparkle in his brown eyes under the bright store light. 

“Ya sure? Jacket doesn’t look cheap,” Joel muttered, his gaze flickering to his boots. 

“A hundred percent! You’re new and patrolling isn’t an easy job, accept it as a thank you for keeping us safe if anything,” you told him shyly, the smile never leaving your face. 

He chuckled softly and nodded his head. 

“Okay darlin’, well, thank you—much appreciated.” 

You whispered a soft ‘yeah’ as his eyes looked over you, causing a burning feeling to spread throughout your whole body as if you were being branded. He gave you one last nod of his head as he began to turn around and leave the store.

Not to your surprise, an empty feeling immediately filled you in the presence of his absence.

You whispered to yourself to pull yourself together—that you’ve only met him once and that his effect on you should not be this intense.

It didn’t help however as every interaction after that caused your feelings for the large stand-offish man to only grow. 

Whether it was a quick acknowledgement of each other when you happened to eat in the dining hall at the same time, or a wave of a hand when you left your houses at the same time in the morning as he headed to patrol and you headed to the store.

But your favorite interactions were when he would come into the store to maybe get a couple of new shirts for Ellie, or some new socks for himself.

Over time you felt him grow more comfortable around you as you did him. He would tell you about Ellie’s latest antics; swearing that the teen girl was trying to ‘send an old man to an early grave.’

You would giggle and tell him that he wasn’t that old and that Ellie was just a teen girl finally in a safe somewhat normal place where she can go to school and make actual friends. 

“About that, I think I might needa talk with her teacher soon—she’s been missin too much school and heading off god knows where,” Joel confessed to you, a frown overtaking his aged features as his worry about his adopted daughter showed clear all over his face.

You shyly grabbed his hand across the register and gave it a small squeeze.

“Try not to worry about her too much Joel. She’s young and she didn’t get to have a normal childhood—It's only normal that school probably doesn’t matter too much to her after everything,” you explained hoping that your words may ease him a bit. 

He didn’t respond right away, instead looking at where your much softer hand overlapped his bigger, calloused ones. An unreadable look came over his face before he gently took his hand away from yours and looked to the ground. 

“Yeah you’re probably right,” he responded in that low tone of his as he slowly began to back up. 

“I gotta go check and see if she made it home okay. It was nice seein ya.” 

You barely were able to say another word, maybe apologize for touching his hand in such a careless way before his heavy boots were already heading out the door; the little bell ringing a hollow sound in your ears.

After that, you began to see less and less of Joel and it hurt to admit that it slowly felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

You hated yourself for thinking that all your interactions meant something to him; that when he started to come to the store, not even leaving with anything but a conversation with you, that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you felt for him.

Every time you even attempted waving at him in the morning when you both left—he just grunted and looked the other way—pretending like you weren’t even there. 

The store was for some reason busier than usual today and you closed up feeling drained and ready to sleep. The long shift accompanied by the hollow feeling in your heart Joel had left caused you to want nothing more than to curl up and forget all the pain in nicer dreams where things were better between you, things were different.

Joel would hold your hand in your dream and walk you to work, leaving a kiss on your cheek and a whisper of having a good day as you giggled and kissed him right back—whispering the same sentiments. 

You were shaken out of your daydream on your walk home when you spotted the very man at the center of all your thoughts on the porch of someone's house, a woman’s house.

She was gorgeous with long, blonde hair framing her face perfectly, while she looked up at Joel with gorgeous, crystal, blue eyes. She looked older than you too, maybe even closer to Joel’s age.

They laughed about something before she was leading him inside her house as he followed suit; the door shutting in a finality behind them. 

You felt a mix of jealousy and an even greater sadness than before filling your belly as you continued what felt like the longest walk home in your life.

As soon as the door closed you slid down the old wood as tears and sobs that you couldn’t stop wracked your body.

You just didn’t understand; what changed, what did you do to make him start avoiding you?

And you knew how hard it was for Joel to come out of his shell, so why did it seem so easy for him to talk and laugh with that woman? 

After what seemed like hours, you finally picked yourself off of the ground and trudged slowly to your bed where you collapsed immediately upon impact with the old tattered sheets.

Instead of the usual happy dreams about Joel, tonight you were plagued with endless nightmares of him and the mysterious blonde woman; standing in the place you usually would in your dreams about Joel.

You woke up in the morning with a feeling of restlessness as you readied yourself for another long day of work.

After work that night you decided to go to the Tipsy Bison which was Jackson’s bar that you would usually frequent when your nightmares from the time you were on your own came back to haunt you.

Mindless images of a group of clicker’s taking from you the only person you had left in your life since the virus took over: your best friend.

After she was gone it was just you, and that period never seemed to completely leave your mind even after a year in Jackson. 

After last night’s sleep, you definitely needed a drink you thought to yourself as you made your way over. When you entered you saw that it was a pretty busy night for the Tipsy Bison as you did your best to find a seat towards the end of the bar. 

Once you took a seat, you gave the bartender your drink order and surveyed the area to see who else was here as you waited for him to deliver your alcohol of choice. Your breathing stopped and your eyes widened when you noticed a familiar group of people at a table closer to the front of the bar. 

There in all his ruggish, handsome glory was Joel Miller, smiling widely as he talked with Tommy, Maria, and her.

You quickly swung back around to face where your drink was just set in front of you as you begged the burn in the back of your eyes to go away.

Fuck this, you thought as you downed most of the drink in one go, using your hand to wipe away the bit that escaped at the corner of your lips.

You did your best to ignore the person that was at the center of all your sadness; drinking and drinking until you felt a familiar buzz kick in and begin to cloud your thoughts. 

Right when you were about to order another drink, a skinny, tall, blonde boy walked over to where you were seated and said it was on him as he handed over a couple of coins. 

“You didn’t have to do that but thanks, I guess,” you muttered, hoping your disinterest was a sign that you wanted to be left alone.

He smiled wide in a way that caused you to shiver, and not in a pleasurable way like when Joel would grace you with the corner of his lip twitching up, releasing a breathless laugh; but in a bad, unnerving way. 

“Anything for a girl as pretty as you.” 

He winked which caused you to roll your eyes and once again look away from him. “I’m not interested but again, thank you,” you told him with a finality in your voice that the man—no—boy, didn’t take very seriously. 

“Aw come on don’t be like that I just wanna have some fun with you,” he said in a sleazy manner as he reached out to grip your shoulder. 

You quickly shook him off but in your drunken haze, you accidentally fell off your chair onto the ground—single-handedly causing the whole bar’s eyes to turn onto you. 

“Godammit, now you're just causing a fucking scene,” the man snarled at you, causing tears to form behind your eyes as this man's actions as well as having the entire bar watching the now-forming scene. 

And if the night couldn’t get any worse, you hear the familiar sound of boots coming up behind the man and it takes just one glance to confirm your suspicions. 

“What did you just say to her?” 

You heard a deep voice growl out, a look of pure rage overtaking Joel’s features as he stood right in front of the blonde boy’s face. 

“Look man I didn’t know she was taken, I was just tryna have a good time, you know?” 

An animalistic sound leaves Joel’s mouth before he takes the boy’s arm and forcefully grabs it until he's facing the bar counter and his arm is pressed deep into his back. 

“It don’t matter whether she’s taken or not, you never treat a woman like that,” he snarls into the shaking boy’s ear. 

“I never wanna see you come near her again, you hear me?” 

He shakes his head wildly until Joel finally releases him and he scatters out of the bar. The anger on Joel’s face morphs into one of concern as he gently stretches out a hand to help you up. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” He questions softly as you bat his hand away and attempt to stand on your own. 

“M’ fine,” you mutter as you stand on shaky legs—about to fall over when Joel rests his big hands on your shoulders to steady you. He chuckles and curls an arm around your waist as he begins to slowly lead you out the door. 

“You sure darlin’? Cause’ you seem a lil drunk to me,” Joel says amused at your hindered state while you frown up at him. 

“Don’t you have to go back to your girlfriend,” you huff out, avoiding looking at the grumpy man’s features. 

“Girlfriend?” He responds confused, not understanding what you were talking about until he catches your eyes drifting to Veronica’s face—Ellie’s teacher. 

After the day he left abruptly from your store, he sought out Ellie’s teacher Veronica. They have been having weekly meetings about how Ellie was doing in school as well as her continuous efforts to ditch class.

There was absolutely nothing romantic about it, the whole ordeal gave him a headache—a subject he was too old to be stressing about.

Besides, how could he dare think about anyone else when you had him wrapped around your little finger? 

When he first saw you at your clothing store and you gave him his jacket for free, he knew you would be trouble.

And trouble you were as he couldn’t stop himself from continuing to visit you just to see you and hear your comforting voice promise him that all his worries about his adopted daughter were normal.

It was actually your idea that maybe he should at some point meet with Ellie’s teacher. But when your small hand wrapped around his he got scared— scared this could become something real.

Everyone he has ever gotten attached to he’s lost and he already accidentally went and got attached to Ellie, he didn't know if he had it in him to do it to another person. 

And on top of that, he was a bad man, he had done horrible things. You were also so much younger and prettier than him—a sweet, soft thing Joel didn’t feel he deserved.

But looking at your heartbroken face now as you looked back at him and then at Veronica, he knew he messed up. He should have never started avoiding you.

It was never the answer, but Joel had never been good at feelings, this much is evident. 

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you home.”

The walk back from the Tipsy Bison to your house was a pretty close one, your hose only being about five minutes away.

Once you were at your door with a Joel who did not take “leave me alone” as an answer, you struggled to get the key in the lock in your drunken stupor which the large man beside you thankfully helped with. 

“Let me do that, sweetheart,” he muttered as his big warm hands covered yours and twisted the key, letting the both of you inside. 

“Joel, I don't feel so good…” you said shakily as Joel uttered a “shit” and quickly hurried you to the bathroom which he found pretty quickly—his hands quickly opening the toilet seat and finding purchase in your hair as he held it back, allowing you to empty the contents of your stomach. 

“Joel I’m so sorry,” you groaned as a tear fell down your cheek; your sadness, tiredness, and embarrassment flooded in all at once with help from the lingering alcohol in your system.

He shushed you softly and cradled you to his chest taking a second to rock you until your tears stopped and you felt well enough to stand. 

“How bout’ you brush your teeth and get your pajamas on—I’ll make you some tea then we’ll talk, yeah?” 

You nodded as he gently brushed your cheek with his thumb causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach as he made his way to your kitchen to attempt to find the ingredients and mug he needed.

You cleaned yourself up: showered, brushed your teeth, and put on sleepwear which helped you come back to a clearer state of mind allowing confusion to overtake you. 

Why was Joel here taking care of you, wouldn’t his girlfriend begin to ask questions? 

You weren’t allowed to keep worrying yourself with your thoughts as a knock on your bedroom door brought you back to reality. 

“May I come in? Made ya tea,” Joel’s voice rang out into your room softly as you muttered a quiet, “Sure.” 

Joel stepped into the room and handed you the mug which you took a generous sip of—the honeyed flavor soothing your throat and stomach. 

“Thank you so much, Joel, for walking me home and taking care of me. I’m so sorry-” 

“Don’t go apologizing darlin’ you have done nothin’ to have to apologize for,” Joel interrupted sending you a soft smile as he went to pick up your hand laying on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into the smooth skin.

In a reversal of roles, it was your turn to pull your hand away as Joel frowned and you looked to the floor; he should have expected that after everything that’s happened. 

“I guess I deserve that,” he chuckles sadly as your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Well you have a girlfriend and I bet it would make her uncomfortable if she knew you were holding my hand, Joel.” 

Joel couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped him at your words which completely stopped when he saw your features form into one of anger. 

“Why is that so funny? That’s why you stopped visiting and talking to me right? Because you found someone else.” 

You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitterly or as venomously as you said it but you couldn’t help it. You have spent weeks suffering over his actions towards you and now he helps you home, takes care of you, holds your hand like nothing happened? 

“M’ sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was laughing at you. It’s just that…” He trails off collecting himself. Joel sighs out your name and begins to tell you that Veronica is not his girlfriend and that she was just Ellie’s teacher.

He explains to you all about their meetings and that tonight was just him getting her a drink to thank her for all her help. 

“I promise you darlin’ it wasn’t anythin’ more than that—don’t feel that way about her at all.” 

You process all the information Joel just unloaded on you; and though you do feel relief, you still feel irritation and sadness as his complete throwing away of your friendship—abandoning you without a word. You tell him as much as he releases another sigh and looks down toward the wooden floor. 

“Look, m’ not really good at this…” Joel starts, eyes flickering up to your face as he continues. 

“But coming into the shop and talkin’ to you started becoming the best parts of my day, sweetheart,” he pauses to give you a look of sincerity and to try holding your hand again—and this time— you let him.

“And I was just downright a coward and instead of facing my feelings I shut you out completely and I feel so fucking awful darlin’ I’m so sorry.” He whispers, tightening his grip on your hand.  

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I'm hoping you can forgive me and that maybe we can try to be somethin. I don’t know if I’ll be very good at it and I’m so much older than you, but-” 

You cut Joel’s rambling off by pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. You begin to pull away when you don’t feel him kissing back, but he doesn’t give you a chance as he cups your head in a big hand and begins to kiss back with more fervor. 

“Joel,” you whimper as he begins to lay you back on your bed, his tongue licking the seam of your bottom lip asking for entrance into your soft, warm mouth—which you immediately allow. 

“Shhh, darlin’ will you lemme take care of ya? Wanna make you feel so good baby, make up for how bad I've been actin’.” 

You let out a moan when you feel the rough denim of his jeans buck up into your soft sleep shorts making contact with your clothed cunt. 

“Please Joel, need you so bad,” you whine as he starts to place kisses from your jaw down to your neck—slightly nipping and leaving a trail of small red spots in their wake, which he soothes with his tongue causing a high pitched whimper to leave your lips; beads of frustration beginning to gather at the corner of your lashes. 

“I got you sweetheart, I’m right here, can I take this off?” Joel questions as he lifts the hem of your tank top.

You nodded quickly as he borderline rips it over your head, quickly latching a mouth onto one of your nipples as he massages the neglected one with his hand. 

“Ohmygod-” you cry as he expertly flicks the bud with his tongue, soon moving over to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.

Arousal pools in your gut as Joel groans, beginning to leave kisses from your sternum, down to the soft skin of your belly, and right to the hem of your sleep shorts.

He leaves a soft kiss there and looks up to you to ask for permission to take them off. You nod vigorously but he shakes his head and leans down more to press a kiss to your clothed core, emitting a loud gasp from your mouth. 

“I need words darlin',” he states, glancing back up to you as you vocalize your permission. Joel wastes no time in taking your shorts down in one quick motion once you say yes—leaving you in your white lacy panties.

He runs a finger over the damp spot in your panties and then brings his arched nose close to the spot to breathe you in as well as to lick your folds through the cotton, his nose perfectly bumping your clit in this position causing you to squirm and moan his name. 

“Joel please,” you begged as he pulled away and began to run soothing circles into the soft skin of your thighs. 

“Please what baby, tell me what you need,” he demands as you try to buck your hips up to his mouth, but he won't let you, strong hands keeping you in place. 

“Your tongue Joel I need your tongue,” you whimper but he shakes his head. 

“Where do you need my tongue, baby? Gotta tell me if you wanna cum, sweet girl.” 

You whine in embarrassment and look down to see Joel Miller with the smuggest smirk you have ever seen. 

“I need your tongue on my pussy Joel, please take off my panties and use your tongue,” you beg as he chuckles and gently removes the white lace—quickly stuffing it in his back pocket before you can see. 

“Good girl baby, that s’all I needed,” he murmurs as his tongue comes into contact with the bare skin of your folds causing you to gasp his name and grab his salt and pepper hair to hold him against your cunt.

 “Oh my god Joel that feels so good!” You cry as his tongue moves from licking solid stripes against your folds to suckling gently on your clit, as your legs threaten to squeeze around his head. 

“Fucking Christ sweetheart, you taste so good, can’t get enough of you,” he groans as he continues to lick into you—the coil in your tummy beginning to tighten but you need more to get you to your high. 

“Mmm your fingers Joel, please I need your fingers,” you groan, causing Joel to growl against your pussy, the vibrations only heightening your pleasure. 

“Okay baby, think you can take two, huh?” he murmurs as he presses several small kisses to the inside of your thigh.

You whimper a small “yes” as he gathers your slick on his middle and ring finger—the burn you feel from the sheer girth of his fingers stretching you open fades into a dull bliss. 

“J-Joel I’m close,” you alert him as you buck into his face and fuck yourself on his fingers. 

“Yeah, baby? C’mon then cum for me sweetheart, let go,” Joel coos gently and that’s all it takes for the coil in your stomach to snap—a stream of your slick gushing out all over his face and onto the scruff of his beard. 

He continues to lick you through it until you're shuttering and mewling from the overstimulation. He pulls away with a large grin on his face as he reaches down to kiss you passionately, the sweetness of your fluids on his tongue making the kiss that much sweeter.

He wiped the rest of you off of his beard before giving you small pecks all over your face until you were giggling and he was chuckling. 

“I am sorry y’know,” he whispered in that silky smooth voice of his. You cupped his cheek with your hand, rubbing circles into the scratchy skin. 

“I know.” 

Joel got up to get a wet cloth to clean you up. He then took his time putting your sleepwear back on—leaving gentle kisses and massaging every inch of your body he could see.

He ended up spending the night as you curled into his strong arms as he stroked your hair until he felt your breathing even out as slumber took over you. 

He stayed up and watched you for a while until he soon fell victim to sleep; the thought of him finally being able to be completely happy despite everything was a comfortable thought, and it was all because of you. 

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Mommy Life ᰔᩚ

Plot: A glimpse into Gianna’s (OC) life as a mother with a boyfriend constantly on the road.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut!

"Come on LiLi," I coo, picking up Josh and I’s daughter and walking upstairs to our bedroom. "Let's get you all clean and ready for bed."

Just over three months ago, our baby girl named Jalina was born.

We named her Jalina in honor of my sister and, of course, we had to keep the J names in the family trending.

She's been nothing but a perfect little princess, cheering everyone who needs it up with her beautiful smile that she gets from her Uncle Jonathan.

I feel so blessed every time I get to watch her and Josh interact.

Watching him experience fatherhood for the first time has been so precious, and honestly, super attractive.

I make a little pool of warm water in our sink and sit her up in it, washing her body and hair very gently with a washcloth and some sensitive baby wash.

The entire time, she coos and makes little baby noises, causing me to giggle.

One thing about my baby: she absolutely loves her baths.

I towel dry her gently, dress her in a comfy bear onesie, and lay her down in her crib with a bottle.

Once she's all settled, I decide to take a bath myself, making sure to leave the door partially open so that I can see and hear her, but not too open so that the light disturbs her.

I fill the tub with hot water and my favorite bubble bath: Lavender + Vanilla from Bath and Body Works.

Once I step in, I'm immediately relaxed, and slowly sink further into the water, relaxing my head against the edge of the tub.

** Josh's POV **

This past week of traveling and wrestling has whooped my ass mentally and physically.

I can't wait to get home and see my girls.

Once I arrive, I park in the driveway and grab my bags out of the trunk.

I open our front door and lock it behind me, immediately comforted by the warm scent of vanilla that my lady loves to keep our house smelling like.

Once I'm all settled in, I head upstairs.

I stand over Jalina's crib and immediately smile, stroking her cheek.

"Hi princess," I coo, as she continues to drink the last of her bottle. "Daddy missed you so much."

As if she can understand me, she gives me an adorable gummy smile, causing me to chuckle and gently kiss her forehead.

A few minutes more of me softly talking to her go by, before she's fast asleep.

I take away her empty bottle, adjust her blankets, and make sure she's all good before heading into the bathroom and visiting my other babygirl.

Once the door opens, Gianna looks up and immediately flashes her beautiful smile once she sees me.

Our daughter really does get her smile from this gorgeous lady.

I love them both so much.

"Hi baby," she says softly. "Welcome home."

I give her a smile before walking over and leaning down to kiss her, which of course, she returns the favor. "Thank you my love. You look relaxed."

She giggles and nods. "I really am. You wanna join?"

I smile and proceed to get undressed. "I could never say no to you."

She scoots up and I climb in behind her, eventually pull her back gently, and allow her to relax against me.

"I missed you," I exclaim, softly stroking her sides. "I missed this."

She smiles softly, holding my hands and intertwining our fingers. "Me too, my love. So much."

She reaches up and plays with my curls, her eyes staring into mine.

"Whatchu lookin at?" I tease, making her playfully roll her eyes.

"My goofy looking man that's what," she responds, causing me to act offended and my jaw to drop.

She giggles and takes the opportunity to turn around, face me, and shove her tongue down my throat.

I immediately kiss back, cupping and caressing her ass in my hands.

** smut warning! **

"Mmm Joshua," she moans, as I gently stroke her pussy lips from behind.

"Hm?" I reply innocently. "That feels good, huh?"

"Sooo good," she coos against my lips, and begins grinding her hips.

Naturally, my dick immediately gets hard at the sight of my fine ass lady now riding my fingers.

She smirks and bites her lip once she feels my bulge brush against her thigh.

"Want me to ride you baby?" she asks, gliding her hands up my chest and around my neck, giving my collarbone light kisses.

I bite my lip and continue squeezing her ass. "More than anything mama."

She leans up and connects our lips once more before throwing her leg across my hips and straddling me.

She reaches down and grabs my dick, lines it up with her clit, and slowly sits down on it.

"Shiiiit," I whisper under my breath. "I almost forgot how good you feel, mama."

She begins moving her hips smoothly, holding onto my thighs for balance. "You're not the only one, baby. You're so fucking big. I missed you so much."

I gently take her chin and pull her in, pressing her lips to mine yet again.

Our lips move in sync, as the water from our bath splashes below us due to her now bouncing on me.

"Mmm J-Josh baby I'm so closeee," she reveals a while later against my lips, while taking deep breaths.

I place my hands on her lower back to help her relax. "Go ahead, mama. Let loose for me, baby."

A handful of moans and whimpers later, and she finally releases, both of our climaxes soon dripping out of her.

** smut over! **

"Gosh," she coos, just above a whisper, resting her head on my chest. "I haven't felt this good in a long time."

I chuckle and kiss her temple. "Well worth it, yeah?"

She nods and kisses my chest. "So worth the wait, daddy. Literally."

We share a laugh before hopping out of the bath and cleaning ourselves up in a nice hot shower.

** Gianna's POV **

"Damn bae," Josh coos, and proceeds to slap my ass as I'm climbing into bed. "I missed this big ole booty."

"Babe shut up!" I whisper-yell, playfully shoving his shoulder, causing him to cover his mouth and hide his laugh. "The baby is sleeping!"

He walks over and peeks into the crib before giving me a thumbs up with a goofy pose. "We're good."

I playfully roll my eyes. "You're such a goof."

He climbs into bed next to me and pulls me in. "Yeah but I'm your goof."

"Damn right," I reply and we share a quiet laugh before a sweet kiss.

We turn on a movie, get under the covers, and melt into each other's arms.

I missed this so much.

I missed his scent. His warmth. Him. <3

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I wake up to the sound of whimpering in Jalina's crib.

I roll over and tap my phone, allowing it to show my lock-screen and the time.

6:03 in the morning.

Lord help me!

"Shhh Lili it's okay," I whisper, sitting up carefully wiggling out of Josh's arms, doing my very best not to wake him up.

He's gone through a lot recently - let alone this week.

I don't want to disturb his first and only time to relax in such a long time.

I carefully pick Jalina up and bounce while tapping her butt lightly. "Shhhh, it's okay mama."

Once she’s finally quiet again, I bring her over to the changing table and change her into a fresh diaper.

As I'm buttoning her onesie back up, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "Hi pretty girls."

I smile, picking Jalina up and turn so that we're facing her dad. "Say 'good morning Daddy'."

He chuckles and holds out his finger, which she wraps her tiny hand around, and kisses her cheek. "Good morning princess LiLi."

She gives him an adorable gummy smile along with some precious coos and Josh and I share a laugh.

He cups my face and gives me a kiss next. "Morning baby. I'll go make her a bottle."

"You sure?" I ask, stroking his back. "I know you're tired."

He gives me a soft smile before kissing my temple. "Baby it's 6 in the morning. We all are. You relax and wait in bed with her. I gotchu."

I return the smile and we share another quick kiss before he walks off and I sit in bed with our daughter.

A few minutes later, he returns with her bottle and a burping towel for afterwards.

He lays the towel on my shoulder and hands me the bottle, leans down to kiss me once again, and walks over to the other side of the bed to lay down with us.

I fix my pillows so that I can comfortably lay against them, prop my legs up, and feed the baby.

While I'm doing so, Josh rubs my thigh.

"You're an amazing mama, you know that?" he compliments, watching us.

I smile softly and blush, watching Jalina. "Thank you, love. There's no better daddy in this world than you."

He kisses my shoulder and proceeds to rub my back the entire time I'm feeding her.

Once she's finished with her bottle and her burps are complete, I lay her in between us and lay myself down more comfortably.

Josh chuckles as she lays there, playing with her feet, her eyes wandering on the ceiling.

"You craving anything for breakfast?" I ask him, smoothing out the thin layer of curls on our daughter's head.

He thinks for a minute until his eyes widen in excitement. "Waffle House?"

"I should've known," I reply giggling and shaking my head. "Sounds good."

He smiles and picks up his phone from his nightstand and opens the app. "You want your usual?"

I nod, bringing up the covers to my chin. "Yes please."

"You got it mama," he responds and goes back to tapping away at his screen.

I smile and kiss Jalina's nose.

She giggles and I smile harder, stroking her cheek.

"We really do have the most perfect baby," I coo, just watching her.

"Amen to that," Josh replies smiling, and puts his phone down on his pillow. "She's perfect just like her mama."

I blush, shaking my head. "Hey give yourself some credit! Her dada isn't all that bad himself."

He chuckles and cups my face, giving me a sweet kiss.

I kiss back and we pull away, just chilling with our daughter until our breakfast arrives.

I love my little family.

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"What the heck am I lookin’ at here? This can’t be Mabel... Not the Mabel I know. She’s all wrong—hair chopped short like she’s tryin’ to be her brother, dressed in all that dark, moody stuff. Where’s the bright colors, the goofy smile, the spark that’s Mabel? And one bag? Just one? No stickers, no glitter bombs... This ain’t the kid I remember. Something’s off. Real off. I don’t know what’s happened to her, but it’s like... I’m lookin’ at a stranger wearin’ my niece’s face."

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