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can i please request lando x single mom!reader smau?
really hope you like it! sorry that the comments are shit, very hard to come up with them. requests are open and always welcome!
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yourinstagram luna's birthday month!!!!!!!!!!!!âïžđđđ§Ą
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landonorris To my darling Luna, happy 1st birthday! Your giggles and smiles make every day special. I know I may not have been in your life for a very long time, but from the moment you came into my world, you've been loved as my own. Watching you grow this past year has been a blessing beyond words.Youâve brought so much love into my life, and Iâm blessed to be a part of yours for as long as youâll let me. Love you to the moon and back, princess!đ©·đ
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yourusername Lan, Iâm so grateful for you every single day. your love and support have meant everything to us, and seeing the way you step up and care for Luna just melts my heart. Thank you for being an amazing partner and an incredible father figure. Weâre very lucky to have you in our lives. I love you so so so so so muchđ«¶đ»đ
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yourusername Happy 1st Birthday to my beautiful little girl! This past year has been a whirlwind of joy, love, and endless wonder. From your first smile to your first steps, every moment with you has been a precious gift. Watching you grow and discover the world has been the greatest adventure of my life. Your laughter lights up my days and your cuddles make everything better. Iâm so proud of the amazing little person youâre becoming and feel incredibly blessed to be your mom. I love you to the moon and back, my sweet angel.âš
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It wouldâve been sweet if it couldâve been me
⥠Pairing: Bang Chan à fem!reader
⥠Genre: Single dad!Chan, friends to strangers to lovers
⥠CW: Explicit sexual content (minors dni!), mentions of parental guilt, themes of loneliness, Chan is stuck in the past, lying, mentions of feeling lost in life, story spans over a number of years, nipple play, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie
⥠Word count: 8.2k
⥠Synopsis: Being a single dad to Hyerin is all Chan has known for the past four years. He and his ex-girlfriend reached an agreement that saw her going off to live a life she had always dreamed of while he was left with a life of loneliness, which he endured with a smile on his face for his daughter. A small gleam of hope seems to appear in his life in the shape of you. But hiding himself under a haze of lies seems to be his only option if he ever wants to keep you.
⥠A/N: Based off a request by anon! Thank you for requesting, this was so much fun to write đ©· I will admit this is a lot more focused on Chan as a character than I originally wanted it to be, and I kinda went a bit crazy with the plot, but I hope you still like it! The song Chan sings to Hyerin is Little Star by Standing Egg đ
Every day in Chanâs life is a monotonous, never-ending cycle. Like watching reruns of bad TV shows on gloomy Sunday nights, every second of his past and upcoming days is etched into his mind like a quilt of mundane tasks and repetitive moments.
But that wasnât always the case.
Once, excitement filled his every waking moment. His weekends were a whirlwind of new places teeming with bustling crowds and unfamiliar faces who became fast friends. During his university years, he and his friends lived their lives with ardor, savoring every moment as if it could be their last. His days were filled with an array of unplanned parties and impromptu trips which brought a kaleidoscope of color to his life.
Until he met Dana.
He was about to graduate, and she swept into his life like a hurricane â flipping everything upside down before disappearing just as quickly, with only destruction and ashes remaining in her wake.
He was infatuated; she was bored. That was clear from the start, but Chan was too blinded by affection to be concerned with such a minute detail. So long as he got to have her by his side, he was happy. Their relationship lasted a year, yet it changed his life forever.
He was twenty-one when Dana announced her pregnancy. On his twenty-second birthday, she told him she didnât want to be a mother.
By that point in his life, Chan had already forsaken everything he had for her. He turned his back on his old friends, the vibrant life he once led, and everything that once made him who he was. Without Dana, he would be left with nothing but the ugly reflection of his self-destructive choices made in the name of a loveless love.
And so, they came to an agreement. Dana would leave â that had been her plan from the start, anyway â but she would leave Chan with a small piece of their story.
Hyerin was born on November 20th, 2019.
Dana left on a plane to New York City on December 1st.
Now, the only speck of color in his life is Hyerin. In the four years Chan has been lucky enough to be her dad, he has found she is much more than simply a reminder of Dana or what could have been between them. Hyerin is his entire world. She is the love heâs unknowingly been searching for his whole life, and he would sacrifice every last bit of himself to make sure she only ever knows happiness.
They live a quiet life, with Chan working a less-than-fulfilling corporate job and spending all his free time with her. He sometimes allows himself to wonder what happened to his old friends â did they all eventually settle for the mundanity of adult life, or are they still chasing an endless thrill? But he never dwells on it too much. The sweet memories of his early twenties are now nothing more than a comforting escape when the weight of loneliness becomes too overwhelming.
Today is one of those days. A late Friday night after his shift, Chan sprawled on his couch with Jisung, a co-worker who became his first friend after many years, a silly smile on his face as he reminisced about a trip to Jeju in his sophomore year of college. This is how he lives most of his life; when heâs not in the present with Hyerin, heâs stuck in the past.
How could he not be stuck in the past? So many people he loved and memories he cherished were there.
âI donât get how you just left all of that behind for someone,â Jisung scoffs, loosening his tie. âWhy couldnât she just join your group of friends?â
âItâs complicated,â Chan sighs, eyes wandering toward Hyerinâs bedroom door for the umpteenth time to make sure sheâs still sleeping soundly. When he turns to look back at Jisung, his expression prompts him to elaborate. âWhat? You want the whole story?â
Jisung shrugs. âItâs not like we have any other plans for tonight.â
âWell, there was this girl in my friend group. We hooked up a lot, but our relationship went beyond that,â Chan explains, fingers tapping his thighs as the memories flood his mind. It was a sore topic, one he certainly didnât enjoy remembering. âWe never dated, but Dana was jealous, and I couldnât blame her. Me and this girl were⊠very close. I couldnât be in a relationship while also being that close to her, but I also couldnât imagine us being only friends. So it was easier to walk away.â
Chan conveniently leaves out the fact that he walked away because an artificial love strangely provided solace for his heart, unlike the searing torment of unrequited love, which engulfed him like molten lava.
âAnd that was the last time you ever had that type of relationship with anyone?â
âWith Dana? Yeahââ
âHyung, you know what I mean. You told me yourself Dana didnât love you,â Jisung points out. âI mean this other girl.â
Chan shrugs dismissively. âI guess, yeah. Doesnât matter, though.â
And Jisung scoffs loudly at his words, rubbing his forehead with a sigh. Memories of that love flood Chanâs mind, and he's ready to let them sweep him away when Jisung abruptly turns so he sits facing him, resolve swimming in his eyes.
âGive me your phone,â his loud voice reverberates through the small apartment, prompting Chan to shush him with a stern look. âGive me your phone,â Jisung repeats himself with a harsh whisper.
Chan rolls his eyes but ultimately smiles at his friend. He retrieves his phone from the end table, handing it to a much too enthusiastic Jisung. âThe password is Hyerinâs birthday,â he tells him, albeit a bit apprehensive.
He watches amusedly as Jisung types away at his own phone before doing the same on his, handing him the device with a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
âWhat did you do, you little menace?â Chan questions the younger boy, narrowing his eyes. Jisung simply shrugs.
âI got you a date tomorrow. Thank me later.â
Chan immediately sits up on the couch, eyes darting toward his phone screen. A chat with a single message from him to an unknown contact makes him question his entire friendship with Jisung.
Me: Iâm your date for tomorrow đ
Me: Oâneul restaurant, 6 pm. See you there, cutie
âJisung, what the fuck?â
âWhat?â His friend asks between giggles. âSora has this friend she said desperately needs a date, and I have you in the same situation,â he explains, clearly proud of himself. âI just did you both a favor while also getting boyfriend points.â
Chanâs eyes shift toward his phone once more, inwardly cringing at the messages with a heavy sigh.
âAnd was making me sound this creepy necessary?â
Jisung waves his hand dismissively. âNah, that was just a little treat for me.â
âAnd why the fuck is her name Mystery Girl?â Chan queries, the irritation making him unknowingly raise his voice.
âItâs a blind date,â his friend explains. âThis girlâs apparently super picky, kept turning down every guy Sora suggested. So, she came up with this solution. Canât turn you down if she doesnât know what you look like.â
Chan groans, ultimately sinking back onto the couch with a defeated sigh. Jisung was trying to be a good friend, he knew that, but he wasnât at all thrilled with the prospect of a date. Not only did he not want one, but he also had no time for such a futile thing. He had Hyerin, and she was the sole reason for his existence. He didnât need anyone meddling in their little world. But he didnât have the courage to tell Jisung that.
It would be a lie to say the past four years werenât lonesome. Falling asleep alone in a cold, empty bed was a sorrow he had simply grown numb to. Yet, he still yearned to have someone to share the grapples of routine life with, someone whose presence alone would effortlessly diminish his worries, someone he could make love to before falling asleep and waking up intertwined.
But he couldnât afford to have that.
At least this date was bound to fail; the womanâs demanding nature, coupled with Chanâs unwillingness to even be there in the first place sure to make their wasted time brief.
Just as heâs about to grumble about the messages again, Hyerin comes stumbling out of her room, her small feet shuffling against the floor as she rubs her sleepy eyes.
âOh, honey, were we being too loud?â Chan asks sweetly, and his eyes discreetly shoot daggers at Jisung, who mouths an apology.
Hyerin firmly shakes her head, the crooked pigtails Chan clumsily had tied this morning coming undone as she does so. He smiles at her, propping his elbows on his knees and waiting for her to speak her little mind.
âI had a dream,â she mumbles. âWith a dragon.â
Chan gasps, hands wrapping around her tiny frame and picking her up before walking toward her room. It took him some time, but he ultimately learned that itâs best to ease her back into bed while sheâs distracted, lest she throws a tantrum.
âAnd was it a nice dragon?â He asks. Hyerin giggles, and Chan is positive that the sound has the power to light up even his most somber days.
âOf course it was a nice dragon, daddy,â she tells him. âYou said I only have nice dreams âcause my mind is pretty, remember?â
Chan nods as he gently tucks her back into bed, triple-checking that she is comfortable and warm. âOf course, of course. How could I forget?â He slaps a hand on his forehead with a sigh. âHyerinnie has the prettiest mind. It can only make up pretty things.â
Hyerin smiles at him, tugging her blanket close to her chin, her doe eyes already heavy with sleep and blinking languidly. Chan asks her the same question he does every night, although the answer remains unchanging every time: would she like him to sing to her? She drowsily tells him she wants to hear him sing her favorite song, Little Star.
Chan promptly gets under the covers beside her â Hyerin pouting and whining about how heâs stealing her blanket for himself, to which he canât help the hearty laugh that escapes his lips. Since turning four, sheâs developed quite a strong personality that Chan soon finds he adores, much like everything about her.
He turns on his side to watch her features as he sings; her nose and mouth so similar to his, and the way she furrows her brows while falling asleep mirrors his own habits. Chan might not be a happy man in his job or his personal life, but the boundless happiness his little gift provides him surpasses anything else he could wish for. Every now and then, he finds himself wanting more, but itâs not long before he realizes he already has everything he needs.
Chan goes over his rather extensive list of how to care for Hyerin with Jisung for the tenth time that evening, making sure the younger man knows what to do in any situation that could arise in the couple hours heâll be gone. Hyerin is the one to usher him out of the apartment, assuring him sheâll be fine with her uncle Han, and Chan has to stop himself from wallowing over the fact that his once tiny baby is rapidly blossoming into a young kid.
He made no real effort to dress for his date; a simple button-up shirt and jeans served him just fine, seeing as he plans to return home as soon as possible. His date and he havenât talked much at all since his initial texts yesterday, texting each other only to confirm the time and place of their basically forced date.
He arrives fifteen minutes late, all but running from the bus stop to the restaurant while cursing Jisung under his breath. This was definitely not worth the hassle, and Chan wanted nothing more than to be back at home with his daughter. Heâd pick watching Tangled with her for the hundredth time over an unwanted date in a heartbeat.
Chan finally walks into the restaurant, informing the waiter that heâs there to meet Cherry. His face visibly grimaces as he mutters the words. Fuck this blind date bullshit.
Heâs led to his table, dragging his feet behind the waiter. His attention is immediately drawn to the pencil holding his dateâs messy ponytail together. He chuckles quietly, circling around the table and forcing out a smile to introduce himself.
But then heâs met with a sight he had long given up hope of ever seeing again: you.
You, who were next to him as he made stupid decisions during college. Like when he drunkenly thought it wise to bet his laptop in a game of beer pong.
You, who always made him your special hangover soup after a party. He especially loved it when you let him keep the leftovers, knowing that he and his roommate were hopeless in the kitchen.
You, who filled the space in his cold sheets with warmth and always made his bed feel like a sanctuary.
You, who let him make love to you despite you both swearing to be only friends.
You, who later had to watch him walk away from you like a coward, driven by sheer fear.
You, staring back at him with a stunned look on your face.
âChan?â You ask, an unsure lilt to your words.
And Chan embarrassingly fumbles over his words, his tongue tying itself into knots in front of you. He notices you pursing your lips to stop from giggling and clears his throat a bit too loudly, a few patrons turning their heads to look at him. But he canât bring himself to care, not when it seems the universe has turned the wheels of his fate in his favor for once.
âUh, hi,â is all his brain can muster among the jumble of thoughts inside his head. He mentally berates himself for acting so damn awkward when youâre clearly not as affected by this encounter as he is.
âDamn, itâs been so long,â you marvel, eyes not leaving his face for a second. âI thought you moved to a different country or something. Itâs so strange how we never ran into each other.â
Chan forces out a chuckle, hands now fiddling with the menu on the table. Of course you two never ran into each other; he only ever leaves the house for work or when he has to accompany Hyerin, and he doubts you frequent playgrounds or zoos.
âYeah, I⊠donât go out much anymore,â he simply says.
You hum, and he properly takes in your appearance. You havenât changed one bit; from your hair to your choice of clothes, youâre still the same girl who ruled over his every thought during college.
You two order your food and fall into an infuriating cycle of small talk. Chan doesnât want to talk about the weather or if you have seen the latest movie yet â heâs desperate to ask you how youâve been, if you ever pursued your dreams, if you can still outdrink anyone in your friend group, andâ
And if youâre still single because you find relationships a hassle.
But as the food arrives, you fall into an even more frustrating cycle: silence. Chan feels restless, squirming in his seat every few minutes while you calmly eat and watch the people around you. He remembers your habit of scanning crowded rooms and making up stories for strangers with your vivid imagination. He wants to ask if you still do that, but it seems heâs only grown into more of a coward since your last encounter.
Youâre the first to break the silence, waiting for the waiter to leave with your plates to ask what Chan has been doing since graduating. Itâs a casual question with no weight to your words, as lighthearted as you have always been. And the complete opposite of his every possible answer.
How can he tell you heâs given up music altogether, now surrounded by gray walls and lifeless faces in his corporate job? How can he tell you heâs alone most of the time, partly by choice and partly because he doesnât know how to dig himself out of this comfortable hole heâs trapped himself in?
How can he possibly explain that he agreed to be a single father, sacrificing his own happiness for the selfish whims of a woman who never even loved him?
Youâre still the same; the same carefree eyes and attitude, same easygoing approach to everything life throws your way â such as meeting him again after years.
All of him has changed.
Chan canât tarnish your colorful life, canât sit before you and spill out his problems or grumble about the overwhelming loneliness in his life when he knows damn well that was a consequence of his own choices.
He wants nothing more than to be the same Chan he was in college. Creating life stories for strangers in dive bars with you, not caring about whether heâll have enough money to pay the water bill next month, not having to bear the burden of something as precious as a human life depending solely on him.
Itâs selfish, but he wants nothing more than to go back.
So he does.
âI actually still write songs, though itâs only a freelance thing,â he lies. He hasnât written a single note in years. âOther than that, Iâve just been taking it day by day. Same as Iâve always done, I guess.â
And your eyes immediately light up â youâve always loved his songs, after all. Your conversation flows much like it used to in the past after that, with you making witty jokes and Chan laughing loudly at them. You tell him you started working as an art teacher for the elderly when living off of commissions became impossible, and that you adore the stories they share about their younger years. They remind you of your own stories together, you admit with a genuine smile.
Your conversation is endless, continuing even as Chan walks you to your car in the empty parking lot. The night has grown colder, and the crescent moon gleaming in the sky above him almost feels like a sign that things will change for the better.
As you two stand in front of your car, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Ever the free soul, you ask him outright if he would like to come back to your place. There are no further implications hidden in your request beyond a hookup. Nothingâs ever heavy with you, every little thing always feeling light as a feather.
He says he would love to, but quickly excuses himself under the guise of calling his roommate about the spare key. Chan hurriedly calls Jisung as soon as he turns a corner in the parking lot, ensuring you wonât be able to hear him. Itâs juvenile, the way heâs actually taking pleasure in almost creating a different version of himself â a version much closer to who he was when you were his, at least in some sense of the word. Heâs a father, he should be responsible and dependable, but the weight of that role had been thrust upon him far too abruptly. He canât be faulted for wanting to go back in time.
âOkay, I have no time to explain,â he blurts out as soon as Jisung picks up the phone. âWould it be too much to ask you to stay the night?â
Jisung chuckles at the other end of the line. âDamn, was the date that good?â
Chan ignores his sly comment, because yes, the date was everything he never thought it could be.
âIâll be back first thing in the morning,â he assures him. âIâll even pay you if you want. How muchââ
âHey, no need for that,â Jisung cuts him off. âYou know I love looking after Hyerin.â
And the pang of guilt inside his chest at the mention of his daughterâs name almost knocks the air out of his lungs. He feels ashamed, as if heâs neglecting his daughter for a hookup, going after a fantasy that has long crumbled and faded away.
âHow is she? Is she okay?â He asks, guilt washing over him like a wave. He hadnât thought of his daughter for a second that entire night. âDid she cry at all? Did she notice I was gone for longer than I promised?â
Jisung calls out his name with a chuckle, prompting him to stop his rambling. âRelax. We painted each otherâs nails, she did my makeup, had her dinner, and is now sleeping soundly after listening to another one of uncle Hanâs phenomenal stories about frogs,â He details, causing a hearty laugh to fall from Chanâs lips at the image of Jisungâs face painted with Hyerinâs cheap childrenâs makeup. His friend then adds, âGo get laid, man.â
And so Chan hangs up the phone, all but running toward your figure waiting by your car. You smile at him, taking his hand and pulling him into a tight embrace. Itâs the first time he holds you in almost five years, and he feels his dull world away from Hyerin slowly fill up with vibrant hues.
It takes you less than fifteen minutes to reach your apartment building, and Chan is thanking any higher power that might listen for that. The sheer anticipation of what is implied to happen once you two are alone together has him picking at his cuticles until it stings.
Heâs nervous, to put it lightly. A couple of terrible drunken hookups in dingy motels after office gatherings were his only sexual encounters after Hyerin was born.
But once youâre standing in front of him in your living room, your eyes never leaving his even as youâre slipping off your heels, Chan knows youâre both equals in this playing field.Â
Heâs the one to pull you into a kiss, lips barely grazing against yours. But the feeling of finally kissing you again after so many years was like wildfire, consuming him wholly until the kiss turns feverish. His hand travels from your shoulders to your lower back, pulling you flush against his body. You hum against his lips, fingers clumsily undoing his buckle, and the prospect that you might be as eager as he is has him gripping the fabric of your dress.
Chan swears his vision goes black the moment your fingertips brush against his hardening erection, the feathery touch enough to make him sigh into your mouth.
A hand is pressed to his chest before he has the chance to think, and youâre pushing him backward until his back meets the wall. You immediately drop to your knees in front of him, leaning forward and nuzzling your face against his clothed cock.
âI missed you,â you whisper, hungry eyes looking up at him. âDonât think I got to say that.â
Chan takes in the sight of you, memorizing and storing it in his mind alongside the countless images he already had of you on his knees for him. His fingers thread in your hair, your lips falling open with a sigh.
âI missed you too,â he professes. You have no idea how much.
With a smile, you quickly work his zipper open, pulling his jeans down his legs and pressing a wet kiss to his clothed erection. Chan feels your tongue lap at his member through his boxers, lips sucking around the head as your nails scrape the flesh of his thighs lightly.
It feels like you mouth at his length for hours, the light gray fabric of his boxers stained with your saliva and his precum, leaving Chan panting and tugging at your hair. You trail soft, wet kisses down his thigh while pushing his boxers out of your way, his cock already swollen and flushed. Heâd be embarrassed for the way his body reacted so responsively to you if you werenât also visibly as affected.
Your tongue circles his length languidly, lapping at a small bead of precum with a hum. Finally wrapping your lips around his tip, your tongue flicks teasingly beneath the head of his cock, Chan sucking in a deep breath and using his grip on your hair as leverage to pull you toward him. You almost obediently drop your jaw to slide his now fully hardened length into your mouth, your hand wrapping around the base as you begin to bob your head up and down his cock. Chan hisses your name when you relax your throat after a few passes, taking him fully into your pretty mouth, your nose brushing his pelvis.
âFuck, you always looked so pretty like that,â Chan chokes out. âPretty lips taking me so well.â
You groan at his words and the vibrations traveling along his shaft have Chan growling with a harsh tug of your hair, causing you to sputter as his cock hit the back of your throat. You seek purchase in his hips as tears prick the corner of your eyes. Youâre unrelenting nonetheless, circling your tongue around him before pulling away, hands now sliding up his thigh before gently gliding over his balls. As you slowly lick from the base of his shaft all the way up to the sensitive tip, Chanâs gaze shifts down as he catches a glimpse of your thighs rubbing together. He feels himself twitch, and immediately pulls you away from him.
âDonât wanna come like this, I need to fuck you,â he rasps out.
You stand back up, legs wobbly, and fumble with the buttons of his shirt while he slides your dress down your shoulders. Your movements are messy and filled with urgency, your breaths quickening as you both want nothing more than to strip away any form of barrier between you. Piling up five years of yearning will do that.
As your impatience reaches its peak, you tear open the last remaining buttons of his shirt, your nails grazing his skin as you slide the fabric down his shoulders. A wave of goosebumps travels across Chanâs body, and his hands abandon the task of removing your dress in favor of tracing the curve of your ass before picking you up off the floor.
âFirst door on the right,â you tell him, your words answering his unspoken thoughts as if you could read his mind. Chan nods, your proximity making it impossible for him not to press his lips to yours, tongue sliding over your bottom lip before licking into your mouth with a low hum.
He collides with a wall, missing the entrance to your bedroom by a hairâs breadth, and you giggle against his lips. Chan smiles back. Nothingâs ever heavy with you.
He lowers you onto the bed gently, his body instinctively slotting between your spread legs the way he did so many times before. You soon also wrap your thighs around his waist as you always did, pulling him closer until his cock is pressed up against your clothed pussy.
âWanna ride you,â you tell him, grinding your hips forward and eliciting a quiet moan from Chanâs lips as he hastily nods. With a tight grip on your waist, he flips you both effortlessly.
Promptly sitting up on his thighs, you finally rid yourself of the inconvenient fabric of your dress, followed by your bra, your nipples instantly hardening. Chan sits up, eyes transfixed on your chest as his calloused thumbs trace the nubs before his lips circle around one, sucking harshly. As you gently roll your hips, he can feel the way your soaked panties cling to his skin as your core presses up against his thigh.
Your fingers tangle in his hair with a whimper, pushing his face into your breasts as he bites the sensitive skin. His lips leave your nipples with a wet sound, then trailing kisses up the column of your neck until his gaze is locked on yours again. He was dying to mark you, bite and suck on your skin until it blossomed into a beautiful maroon â but he knew better. You werenât twenty anymore, and you werenât his; in no sense of the word.
âIâm on the pill,â you tell him, eyes heavy with lust.
And he knows this is a terrible idea. This was exactly how he came to be a father.
But itâs not his mind thatâs doing the thinking, and so he nods, his grip on your hips tightening as you pull your soaked panties to the side just enough to slide the swollen tip of his cock against your slick folds. Chan sucks in a breath, fighting a war against his own body not to come from this feeling alone. It wasnât just how long it had been since he was with someone, it was you. It was all you. The effect you had always had on him having never faded, simply laying dormant until his body had you again.
Chan rests his forehead on yours as you slowly sink down on his length. His lips find your neck again, gently sucking the skin into his mouth as you slowly grind down on him, a whine falling from your lips and going straight to his cock. His hips buck up unwittingly, causing you to moan loudly in his ears. But your slow pace remains, and Chan knows he should savor this moment, but he wants nothing more than to fuck you into the mattress until he forgets every minor issue aggravating his brain.
Such as the fact that he knows you will leave his life again the second you find out he lied to you.
So his hands find your waist and he flips you down onto the mattress once more. His eyes bore into you as you suck in a breath.
âFuck me,â you plead, hips grinding into his cock again. âI want it, pleaseââ
Chan doesnât waste another second, retreating only to plunge back harshly into your cunt. He moves with deep strokes, hips falling into an erratic rhythm, your nails digging into his back as your thighs clenched around his waist. All he can hear is static and your choked moans as he presses you into the mattress.
âMissed this so fucking much,â he groans against your ear. And finally succumbing to his desires, he bends down to suck and nibble on the delicate skin of your neck, mind too focused on how your walls squeeze around him to worry about marking you. He laps at the small bruises he leaves behind, your fingers tangling in his hair as you mewl.
You roll your hips, matching his rhythm, and Chan feels a familiar heat rise within him. He reaches down to glide small circles around your clit, your body jolting and squirming. He absentmindedly smiles against your skin.
After an entire night of pretending his life was the same as it was five years ago, fucking you required no acting.
âItâs too much, fuck,â you whimper, tugging him by the hair until your lips are crashing together in a sloppy kiss. Your walls tighten around him, body clenching as the tension finally snaps, your orgasm coursing through your shaking body as Chan growls into your parted lips.
He keeps fucking into you, until his hips meet yours one last time, and a low groan reverberates through the room. His cock twitches inside of you as his body stills, filling you with his warm release which leaked out of you and onto your sheets as he pulled out with a sigh.
Chan throws himself onto the mattress, labored breaths leaving his heavy lungs. He pulls you into his arms, and you melt into his embrace as if it were a habit. Itâs as though heâs gone back in time, even if temporarily.
He feels like heâs simply a guy making love with the girl he adores in the familiar comfort of his dorm room again.
When the first rays of sunlight seeped into your room, Chan was already awake. He watched as you slept, eyelids fluttering and a small smile adorning your lips.
It was as if you were his, in every sense of the word.
Guilt.
Thatâs what Chan feels every time he sees Hyerinâs laughing face on his phoneâs wallpaper when heâs out, entertaining the silly lie he crafted.
Itâs been two months since you reconnected and you effortlessly slipped him back into your life. The reunion with his old friends was expected â but Chan dreaded it, regardless. He found that out of the nine people that once comprised their group, only five remained. He wasnât the only one who had gone his own way.
But he was the only one who had done it in the worst way possible, carelessly ghosting every single one of them, hoping his existence gradually faded from their memories.
That made facing his once best friend frightening. Minho was the first friend he made on the very first day of university, when Chan walked into his dorm room only to find he had snuck his cat into the building.
They were roommates for two years, and best friends for four. Chan complained loudly when he was assigned a new roommate. Minho was silent as he watched his best friend turn his back on him with no explanation.
Minho initially ignored him entirely, and Chan doesnât fault him. When his vibrant face turned cold upon seeing him walk into a bar, Chan knew he earned that the moment he decided to ignore his friendâs every text message and phone call. When Minho made backhanded remarks about how nice it felt to have him back in their group, he knew he deserved it for not answering the door the only time his friend came looking for him.
It takes a drunken argument leading to a fist colliding with Chanâs cheek for Minho to finally address him. It takes them being escorted out of the bar by security for them to finally have a conversation, tears and resentment flowing freely as they sat at a bus stop late at night. After that, their friendship returned to what it was before, as if they had never been apart even for a second.
Despite the years and the changes, Minho was still his best friend â which was why he was the only person he came clean to.
Hyerin loved Minho, especially his cats. Her new favorite pastime quickly became going over to his house to play with her new âfriendsâ, as she called them. And Chan was overwhelmed with happiness to witness his best friend falling under his daughterâs spell â his house now containing its very own box filled with every toy Hyerin mentioned even once, his kitchen stocked with all her favorite foods, and his cats falling asleep beside her anytime they came over to visit.
It was as if he was watching his two worlds collide. His past and present, which he had separated out of a senseless fear, intertwined so effortlessly it made him feel stupid for ever thinking he needed to build this barrier. For assuming the people he loved so much would reject him.
Made him feel even worse for walking away in a futile attempt to protect his feelings, because it only resulted in more hurt.
After so much of his time spent wondering, Chan finally has the answer to his questions. Some of his friends did settle for an ordinary adult life, some already married and some focusing their energy solely on climbing the corporate ladder. Still, some remained relatively unchanged â much like you did.
His social life blossomed again after reconnecting with his old friends. However, he still refused to hire a nanny, too fearful to leave Hyerin to a strangerâs care, resulting in constantly having to come up with excuses when his parents arenât able to babysit. He wonât deny that he often fabricated these lies purely because staying in with his daughter and watching Tangled now outweighs any appeal of noisy nightclubs.
Jisung remained his salvation whenever he wanted to spend the night at your place, with Chan slowly but surely running out of reasons as to why you canât go to his apartment for a change. He hasnât had the heart or the courage to tell you the entire truth yet, only owning up to his lie about his job after you understandably asked him to listen to his new music and he was put on the spot.
Ever since you walked back into his life, he finds himself weaving a web of little white lies that slowly chip away at his heart.
Heâs at a small gathering for his friendâs birthday, listening to Minho all but eulogize his fiancee. They have been a couple since university, Chan playing the wingman and encouraging his friend to finally do something about his crush (mostly because he couldnât handle any more of Minhoâs whining before going to sleep). Despite what everyone around them surmised, they beat all the odds and statistics and stayed together even after university. Chan would be happier about that if he hadnât bet money on them breaking up before graduation. He wonders if Hongjoong will ask for his twenty bucks now that theyâre friends again.Â
âNo, really, settling down with someone is so good,â Minho says after another shot of Soju, a silly smile etched onto his lips. âI thought I would hate it, yâknow? Thought slapping such a significant title on our relationship would wear it down, but itâs the complete opposite. Ever since she proposed, itâs like weâre two love-struck nineteen-year-olds again.â
Chan smiles, saying they should drink to that purely because he hopes the sensation of alcohol burning his throat will numb his overwhelming jealousy. After congratulating Minho for the umpteenth time, he finds himself listening to yet another story about his relationship.
And heâs happy for Minho, just as much as heâs happy for Wonwoo for getting married last year. He couldnât express the overwhelming joy he felt upon discovering these people, who once meant so much to him, had successfully navigated their way through life. But envy rears its ugly head every time he listens to one of their stories, because Chanâs direction in life seems to be a winding road. Heâs a father, and his love for Hyerin is immeasurable, but heâs still actively lying about this side of him simply because he feels as if maybe he made the right choices in life at the worst possible time.
As heâs walking out of Hongjoongâs apartment with you later that night, he wraps an arm around your waist, a smile spreading across his face when you nestle closer to him. You two discuss Wonwooâs marriage, with you talking about how beautiful the ceremony was, but ultimately scowling at the mere thought of getting married. Chan feels the corner of his heart crack at your words, but he laughs it off.
âDo you think he wants kids?â he wonders aloud.
He expects you to laugh at his sudden curiosity. He doesnât expect you to dig at the fissure in his heart with your words, causing it to shatter completely.
âGosh, itâd be so weird to see.â You cringe, snuggling deeper into his arms as a chilly breeze brushes against you two. âI like kids, but Iâd never have them myself. Feel like itâd kinda ruin my life.â
Chan feels his grip on your waist loosen.
âHaving kids doesnât ruin your life,â he reasons. âYouâre given the chance to care for something so precious, so important to this worldâŠâ he trails off, shaking his head and taking a step away from you. It feels as if exasperation has filled his entire being. âYou look into their eyes and see yourself, and itâsâ the love you feel when you first see them is so pure and earth-shattering that you canât think of anything but how to make that tiny being only experience the good in the world. It doesnât ruin your life.â
You eye him with confusion, cocking your head to the side and huffing out a laugh. âYou talk like you know what thatâs like. If you ever have kids one day, then youâll knowââ
âBut I do know,â heâs yelling before he can stop himself, his footsteps coming to a halt. âI know because I have that. I have that and itâs the most precious thing in my life and yet Iâve been taking it for granted. And for what?â
He scoffs bitterly, his gaze fixing on your features; your flushed cheeks and slightly smudged lipstick, the way your puzzled eyes gleam under the moonlight. He shakes his head.Â
âFor childish illusions. The illusion that I could go back in time if I pretended hard enough, the illusion that this romanticized idea I have of my early twenties was superior to the life I have now,â Chan lets out a heavy breath, averting his gaze to the pavement. âThe illusion that I could ever have you.â
âSo itâs my fault you chose to lie about being a dad?â You blurt out.
He doesnât lift his head. He canât, the burden of guilt and shame weighing too heavily on his shoulders for him to face you.
âItâs my fault. You were simply the catalyst.â
âWhat do you even mean?â
âI mean Iâve always felt this way,â he exasperates, finally lifting his head but keeping his gaze anywhere but on you. Heâs a coward. âIâve always felt like maybe I was too young to be a dad, too immature to fully understand the consequences of the choices I made. I donât regret my daughter, but I certainly regret the timing, and this haunts me every day. Meeting you again just made these feelings worse because you represent everything about my past that I no longer have.â
You remain quiet for a beat, but it feels like an eternity as Chan is forced to endure the deafening ring of your silence.
When you finally speak, your voice is unsteady. âYou know, thatâs why I always figured it was for the best that you left.â
âWhat?â Chan turns his gaze toward your face at last, your words stomping on his scattered heart one last time. He expects anger, but sorrow has taken over your expression, one so heavy he doesnât recall a single moment in the years heâs known you where heâs seen you like this.
âYou were always like this, Chan. You might think you were a different person back then, but you said it yourself,â you shrug with a sullen chuckle. âItâs only an illusion.â
He hums, nodding his head as it dawns on him. âYou were never gonna be mine, were you? No matter what I did. I lied to you because I thought you would never want someone like who I am today. But I guess that was all in vain, âcause Iâve always been like this.â
âYou always talked about getting married, settling down, having kids.â As you run a hand through your hair, an exasperated sigh falls from your lips. âYou went along with our bullshit, but even back then, you were always like the dad of our group. This has always been you, Chan, but thatâs not a bad thing. Donât think you need to change or lie about who you are âcause youâre the most amazing man Iâve ever met, butâŠâ
He scoffs. âBut?â
âBut weâre too different. Weâve always been. Weâre great together in every way but the way you want us to be â the way I would love for us to be as well,â you simply say, offering him a smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes.
âAnd would it kill you if we tried? âCause this unfulfilled hope has been killing me since I first fell in love with you.â
âWhatâs her name?â You simply ask, avoiding his question altogether. Chan furrows his brows. âYour daughter, whatâs her name?â
He shifts on his feet. âHyerin.â
âI hope she knows how lucky she is to have you as a dad.â
Chan shakes his head. âIâm far from the perfect father.â
âGood,â you state matter-of-factly. âPerfect wouldnât be you.â
You fall into a much lighter silence, although itâs still far from comfortable. A swarm of questions fills Chanâs mind, but his words fade into silence and die on his lips.
He knows everything is over when you suck in a sharp breath, muttering, âI canât be what you need. When love becomes too serious, I feel trapped and run away. You know what thatâs like,â you trail off. âI know we loved each other back then, and I know I still love you now, but I think itâs my turn to walk away. Iâm sorry, Chan.â
And just like that, heâs left to watch your figure slowly grow smaller and smaller as you fade into the dimly lit street. You donât reprimand him for lying or question if he also loves you still. You donât explain why you canât make an effort, probably because youâre unsure of the answer yourself. It turns out you both remained unchanged.
And after all this time, itâs only then that Chan realizes you were always just as lost as he was.
Chan didnât allow himself to think much about you since he watched you walk away that night. He missed you often, as he had done for so long before your last encounter, but he had long grown numb to that feeling.
In the two years he was apart from you for the second time, he learned that life isnât black or white. He could be a father while also being his own person; a son, a friend, a boyfriend. He learned that prioritizing Hyerin didnât mean neglecting himself, as that would negatively impact her as well. She couldnât only know happiness if her father was always dripping with sadness.
He learned he doesnât have to choose between who he is now and who he was at twenty years old; they were both him, with certain moments bringing out glimpses of one or the other.
Hyerin started elementary school and is blossoming into a caring little girl, no longer needing Chan to tie her pigtails in the morning or remind her to brush her teeth before bed. Although she still demands that they maintain their nightly routine of lying together until she falls asleep to the sound of his voice singing her favorite song.
During his first parent-teacher conference â after walking into the classroom fifteen minutes late â heâs stunned to see you sitting across from him yet again, a pencil holding up your ponytail the same way it did that night at the restaurant. He couldnât help the smile that spread on his lips.
You were Hyerinâs teacher. He recalled picking her up after her first day of school and listening to her gush over the art teacher who was so pretty and nice, and talking about how she wanted to be like her when she grows up.
It felt as if you were destined to find each other every time one of you chose to walk away.
Your friendship picked up again slowly this time â no rushing into bed together and no rushing into long overdue serious conversations. They had already been avoided for years, anyway, they could wait a bit longer. This is exactly what you needed; patience. Chan had never had the patience to wait for you, while you never had the patience to understand your own feelings.
Itâs been ten months now, and heâs yet again sitting before you. The teachers and parents converse around you both as you sit in silence. When you think no one is watching, you exchange glances, struggling to suppress the silly smiles that insist on spreading across your faces.
As people leave the room one by one after the meeting, Chan approaches you.
âYouâre Bang Hyerinâs father, correct?â You speak with a grin.
âCorrect.â
âSheâs an amazing kid,â you tell him.
He smiles, shifting his gaze toward his feet before his eyes find yours again as you speak.
âWe could grab a coffee this weekend.â
This time, there are further implications hidden in your request. Youâre not asking as a friend, like youâve been doing these past months. Some things are heavy with you now, and this is something heâs only recently come to find. Heâs also come to find that he loves that change.
So he answers, âSure. Tomorrow at three?â
âThen Iâm your date for tomorrow,â you say with a giggle. âSee you there, cutie.â
And Chan lets out a hearty laugh at that, which earns him a scolding look from the other teachers in the room.
He isnât sure what will come of this. Maybe you two are better off as friends and all it will take is a couple of months to figure that out. Maybe time has changed you both more than he can understand, and you will finally be able to try something real after all these years of unfulfilled hopes and childish illusions.
Either way, Chan knows he wonât let go of you this time.
He wants you to be his, in any sense of the word.
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SWEET AND RIGHT AND MERCIFUL | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader
request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says: OMGGGG EM CONGRATS ON 3K !!! soooo deserved and iâm so so happy for you!!! please may i request tea for sunshine!reader đ„čđ©· maybe the moment when she realises just how much she likes him (perhaps she was in heavy denial beforehand)? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOUUUUU đ©·đ©·đ©·
description: The Sunshine rookie Spencer had heard so much about is the first one to make him laugh since he got out of prison.
length: 4.1k
warnings: Lucky Strikes episode, talks of humans eating humans, cm gore, blood, violence etc. UnSub gets creepy with reader. sex jokes, spitting water.
author's note: dedicated to @avis-writeshq because she is my GIRL when it comes to Spencer Reid x Sunshine brain rot, and also because she requested a Drabble for them but I couldn't stop writing and here we are with a full ficlet.
It had been three weeks, three painfully long weeks since Spencer Reid had returned to the BAU, nearly ten years since sheâd seen him lecturing at Pennsylvania. He looked different, but then Emily had said quite literally on her second day that their endgame was getting him out of prison for a crime he didnât commit, and it seemed only natural that being a fed in a foreign jail would knock someone around.Â
Sheâd been too nervous to speak to him on their first day working together, had stuck to Lukeâs side like glue because he was closest in age to her and he didnât seem to mind the way she could speak a hundred miles per hour. They had only really had any contact when she was chatting with Garcia in the kitchenette at lunch, when she was talking to the tech whizz about the crochet set sheâd bought even though she couldnât seem to wrap her head around the way everything bobbed and weaved and bobbed again, and how the woman on youtube seemed to make the tiny bumblebee seem so achievable while hers looked like a yellow turd.Â
Heâd come up behind the two of them, his footsteps deadly silent despite the fact he had sneakers on, and she wouldnât have even known he was there had Penelope not lit up with glee at seeing Reid poking around their office again.Â
âCoffee, honey?â Penelope asked, looking over the girlâs shoulder, and it was only when he murmured a âmhmâ that the rookie noticed heâd crept up behind her, leaning over to grab his mug from the cupboard, and she hopped to the side immediately.Â
âS-sorry, just shove me out the way next time, my mom says I have zero spacial awareness.â She said with a nervous laugh, and he didnât seem to care as he granted her a small glance, pushing the button on the coffee machine and clunking his mug beneath the tap.Â
âHave you met our newbie, Spence?â Penelope asked, friendly as ever even though the women caught the way his jaw seemed to feather with clenched muscle, like he was holding himself back from snapping, and his eyes were tired as he looked over at Garcia, barely flicking his gaze to the new face despite her prompt, âThis is Y/N, sheâs joined us from cold cases,âÂ
âHi,â The woman chirped with a quick wave, despite the fact he was stood only a foot away from her, âItâs nice to meet you after everyoneâs spoken so highly about you, Penny said you like invented the term genius,â
Spencer pursed his lips, trying not to make a backhanded comment about how dumb that sounded because of course he didnât invent it, of course it was coined in the mid seventeenth century from the latin gignere to mean âexceptional natural abilityâ, and the last time he checked he wasnât even born then. But he stopped himself, because she was just being nice, and it wasnât her fault that he hadnât been sleeping or that he couldnât eat dinner without waiting to hear a buzzer go off to let him know when it was meal time, and it certainly wasnât her fault that she was just a few decibels too loud with her cheerful tone and smile that he could hear in every syllable.Â
So he just gave her an awkward smile, and an acknowledging nod, the whir of effort from the coffee machine slowing down as his drink finished pouring, and he grabbed his mug, not even caring that the ceramic scolded his fingertips because heâd felt so much worse before and gotten through it.Â
âIâll catch up with you later,â He said coldly, not returning the sentiment, and heâd turned before he could see the way her smile dropped, her brows creasing in worry as she watched him head back towards his desk.
âDid I say something wrong?â She asked with a small voice, and Penelope wrapped an arm around her shoulder giving her a kind squeeze and a sad smile.Â
âItâs not you, sweetie, heâs just-â Garcia swallowed, her own pout growing over her red painted lips, âHeâs not like the Reid we used to know, heâs struggling,âÂ
And so she nodded, chewing at the inside of her cheek with a frown. It felt silly to have her feelings hurt, except sheâd been thinking about the day two agents from the BAU came to give her sociology class a talk on geographical and societal factors compelling crime, how sheâd headed straight to her tutor that evening to swap her major to criminology. Because sheâd hung on every word Agent Hotchner and Agent Reid had said, which definitely had nothing to do with the fact the younger of the two was so dreamy in his glasses and tweed jacket.Â
Sheâd been excited to meet him again after nearly ten years, maybe even thank him for changing the trajectory of her entire life. He was still handsome, and despite the fact sheâd grown up since then, had only thought about him as that hot guy who gave a lecture in her class that one time, she still had felt that silly fluttering feeling in her chest the second she saw him talking with Emily in her office the morning he got back.Â
And heâd look at her like she was a girl scout selling cookies; a passing face, a summer temp, no one worth getting to know.
She pretended like she wasnât the slightest bit disappointed, heâd been to prison for god sake. The guy had bigger problems than a little nobody girl from another department.
Things werenât much better the day they got the case.
âYou might want to cover your eyes for this bit, my little sugar plum,â Penelope said, looking at the rookie with soft eyes, and Emily smiled at her gently, knowing the girl had a bit of an innocent streak, not completely unlike Penny when sheâd started the job.Â
âWhy? Iâm sure itâs nothing-â She cut herself off when Penelope clicked onto the next page, and the image of a woman who could only be described as utterly butchered flicked onto the screen in full size, âOh,âÂ
âOh, indeed, rookie,â Rossi said with a wince, looking at the mulch of blood and muscle where her legs had been removed, and her fingers severed clean off as if with a carving knife.Â
Luke looked up at the girl, where sheâd gone a little peaky, and he patted her back gently, sliding his bottle of water over to her without a word.Â
âAll the telltale signs are here,â JJ said on a sighed breath, images of the rest of the crime scene flicking up on the screen.
âPentagram, legs and fingers gone,â Rossi agreed, Luke and Matt looking between the team with a questioning glance, as she downed a sip of the water.Â
âThereâs even one neat aspect right here,â Emily said, the tip of her finger pointing to one of the pictures of the floor outside the bathroom stall where the body was found, âHer earrings and jewellery are laid out equidistant on the floor,â
âSure as hell looks like him,â Rossi said, and she cleared her throat, looking to the older man on her left.Â
âLike who?â She asked, her eyes snapping to Spencer who opened his mouth to speak, which seemed to be the only time he ever did bother making conversation; when there was a body on their hands.
âFloyd Feylnn Ferrell,â He said, as if the original case had only been wrapped up last week, but then with his memory she wasnât exactly surprised, âA psychotic cannibal whoâd been killing under the radar for years,â
âHe killed ten prostitutes and then moved up to low risk victims,â Prentiss added, the rookieâs eyes wide. It wasnât anything sheâd never heard of, but it never made it easier knowing something even worse was coming after the murders.Â
âHe kept slipping through the cracks and avoiding justice so people referred to him as âLuckyââ JJ said, her eyes darting over the crime scene photos that seemed to take her back ten years to when theyâd seen almost an identical set of photos, like Hotch was about to call âWheels up in twentyâ any minute now.
Rossi sighed, looking at the younger girl who watched him wide eyed, âHave you eaten today, rookie?â
She shook her head dumbly, âWhy?â
âBecause the worst of it was he owned a barbeque joint,â Her face dropped even more, if that was even possible, âAnd he fed one of the victims to the search party,â
Her hand flew to her mouth, blinking at the seasoned agent in terror, because that was something she hadnât ever thought would enter someoneâs mind until she heard it. As simple as it sounded, for someone who had seen cases going back twenty, thirty years, some particularly heinous in nature, there were new lengths she didnât realise a human could ever go to, let alone would.
Penelope stopped, shutting her laptop lid and glancing at JJ in a plea for help, as the thought of what had happened after the Ferrell case rushed to the front of her mind, when the guy sheâd thought wanted to take her out on a date shot her.Â
âI have a computerâŠâ The blonde trailed off, heading for the door to the office room with a dazed look in her eyes, and the rookie watched her leave, her neck and palms clammy as she thought about what Rossi had just said.Â
âI think I have a computer too-â She rushed, and she bolted from her seat before she could think of anything else, dashing after the technical analyst because she feared she was going to throw up if she didnât get a breath of fresh air.Â
Spencer watched her hair swish as she scurried out the room, and he wondered how long she would last if she couldnât stomach just a few photos. He had struggled with the gore at first, sure, but heâd never ran. Maybe he was being cruel, but he couldnât say that a girl like her exactly fit the part of an FBI agent, she seemed⊠pure, like driven snow, and if anything heâd hate for the bloodied parts of their job to stain a girl so squeaky clean.
Emily nudged his shoulder, nodding towards her retreating figure when he looked up at her questioningly, âYou keep an eye on her in this case. Sheâs still learning,âÂ
And Spencer grit his teeth, because he hated the idea of babysitting when he had a dozen of his own problems, but he nodded indignantly.Â
He just hoped she didnât make things too hard for him.Â
â
The door swung open behind Ferrell, the UnSubâs sister, the midday Florida heat boring down on her back, Spencer bristling at her right as Luke pocketed his badge.Â
And then there he was. The guy from the photo, his thick, wiry glasses exact matches to the ones heâd been wearing the day he got caught, though she supposed a mental facility didnât exactly have funds for replacements.Â
âItâs no problem, Lori, Iâll speak with them,â His voice was a strong southern twang, and almost chillingly calm. His sister looked over her shoulder at him, the woman fretful as she glanced between the four agents, ten years of troubles on her shoulders. She sighed, running a hand over her neck nervously and headed back inside to be with her son, leaving them alone with their suspect on the doorstep, âYouâll have to wait, Iâm on my way to church. Itâs right around the corner so Iâm within the thousand permitted yards from the monitoring station,â
He quickly glanced at where Matt and Luke stood behind her, the former with his arms crossed over his chest as he eyed up the thin, twiggly guy who looked like the type to live in his motherâs basement until he died, not the type to cannibalise and murder.Â
His eyes darted over to where Reid towered over him, familiarity flicking in his face as he looked at the agent, and he smiled slowly, like something out of a horror, the uncanny valley of a face so normal when she knew he was so sick somewhat terrifying to her. He fed one of the victims to the search party. She heard it rattling around her skull as she saw the whites of his teeth, and she imagined him ripping into her then and there, her hands shaking. Â
âHey, I remember you. Whereâs your friend, Agent Morgan?â Floyd said, and she felt Spencer tense up beside her, which she guessed meant it was a sore subject as she jumped into the conversation, her lips moving before she could think better of it. Sheâd always had a habit of talking too much when she was nervous, or to fill gaps, or when she could tell someone was uncomfortable, sheâd always been told it was one of her more irksome traits.Â
âYou wouldnât mind if we took a look around, would you? Just while youâre gone?â She asked politely yet, for once, she regretted ever opening her mouth the second he turned his attention on her.
She felt something cold and dreadful run down her spine as he looked straight at her, his sepia eyes trailing down over her neck, running over her body and down to her hands that fidgeted at her sides.
They waited on baited breath, her stomach flipping with sickness as that manic smile drew even wider, trained solely on her, a thought privy only to himself somewhat amusing to him. She felt herself lean away without even meaning to, incidentally feeling Spencerâs arm bump into hers as she did, and the three men seemed to tense up as they watched Ferrell smell the air, savouring every second of it, his eyes blown wide with something unreadable. Lustful yet starved, like he was on a four day fast standing next to an open roast.Â
âYouâre awful pretty for an agent,â Floyd said, that drawling accent of his turning her stomach, and his eyes trailed down over her calves, and she cursed herself for wearing a midi skirt. But she hated jeans on her thighs, hated the way Florida air clung humidly to her skin when she didnât let it breathe, but she thought she might just hate the way his mouth filled with saliva more, âDo you like running, agent?â
âSometimes,â She whispered, shrinking in on herself even more as he took a step out of the home.Â
And Spencer felt his chest drop at the sound of it. She sounded petrified. But then, he would be too if someone his size looked at him like he was a five-course banquet. And he regretted ever thinking of her as babysitting, as defective, because she was clearly trying her best, and this was where it had gotten her. Right on the UnSubâs menu.
âI bet you do a lot of running, chasing after bad guys, huh?â Floyd pushed, leering towards her with another smell of her perfume, and she could have sworn his smile only widened into something cheshire cat-esque. She nodded with a worried gulp, her breath picking up when his hand began moving up to where a rogue stray hair fell out of her bun, running over her collar bone, her heart beating so wild and heavy beneath it.Â
And it was enough for Spencer to act, because within the blink of an eye, heâd side stepped in front of the rookie who seemed frozen in her spot, and Floydâs arm was shoved away where it hit Spencerâs bicep. Ferrell was forced to stop looking over her clammy skin with heavy swallows like he was imagining just how she would cut and marinate, and instead was confronted with a frown that could send any man scarpering, Spencerâs lips pressed into something furious, his shoulders seeming only more broad than they usually did when he purposely blocked Ferrellâs view from her.Â
âYouâd better get going, Floyd,â Spencer said, his voice a deadly sort of calm, and his arm stuck out behind him to keep her where she was as he spoke, âYouâre going to be late for church,âÂ
And Floyd listened, despite his smarmy smile as he dared a look at her when he passed by, despite the fact his eyes trailed back down to her jugular like he was ready to sever it there and then to string her up and cure.Â
Spencerâs hand fished around his pocket, glaring at the back of Floydâs head as he strolled down the street, tossing the keys to Alvez, âTake her back to the car, donât let her out of your sight,âÂ
And the two of them listened while he and Matt swept the house, because anyone would be insane not to when Spencer looked so angry he could have put a hole through Ferrellâs head without blinking an eye.
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âEating people, who eats people, what on earth is that all about,â She muttered, the four of them in the SUV heading back to the station. She sat at the front with Spencer where he drove because Luke and Matt were gentlemen and had offered her the extra leg room, and Spencer had zero qualms because he was under strict instruction to keep an eye on her.Â
She did that alot, he realised. Muttered when she was thinking about something. Where he went deadly silent when troubled, too focused on sorting through the mental files that seemed to be so resistant to organise these days, she was his entire opposite, always talking or humming a tune under her breath or playing an invisible set of piano notes on her knee, something to always keep the space filled.ïżœïżœ
Heâd hated it the first few days, the sound like a blaring alarm coming from over by her desk, cutting through his limited attention span, grating on his nerves and making him have to bite his tongue to stop himself from yelling at her to shut the fuck up. But then, it wasnât exactly personal to her, even the sound of the coffee machine had been enough to pull at his hair in frustration. At twelve years old, it spluttered and whirred and kicked back at every drink it made, every second of it winding Spencerâs patience up like a jack in the box.
But he found himself listening in on her mumbles, glancing over at how her frown screwed up her doe eyes, her lip pulling between her teeth whenever there was a tiny pause in between her words, before she started again. Heâd quickly realised it was the easiest cheat in the book to know when something was bothering her, that she was so much of an open book, not at all cold and guarded like him or so many other profilers he knew, that he wouldnât need to bother deducing her like she was his next UnSub to know what was wrong. She would just tell him as it was, wear everything vulnerable on her face.Â
âSomething the matter?â He pressed, Luke also keeping a close watch on her from the back seat as she shook her head to herself, and her head snapped over to the driverâs side, her expression entirely caught even though sheâd not exactly been subtle about her turmoil.
âM-me? â She pointed to herself, and Spencer nodded, trying not to smile because sometimes she could be clueless, not the dumb kind but something sweet, naive, and he found himself somewhat jealous that she didnât need to be the smartest person in the room to be worth something, she could just be herself, âYeah, I guess I just,â She huffed, running her hands over her skirt, âI donât get why anyone would want to eat someone else, it just-â She shivered, not in a theatrical or fake way but like a ghost had walked over her grave just thinking about Floyd smelling at her.Â
âSome cultures used to cannibalise other members of their society as funerary practices as early as twenty-four thousand years ago,â Spencer said, and she stopped fidgeting to listen to him, âThereâs evidence that the Magdelanians in North Europe used to turn their deadâs skulls into cups they would then drink out of,â
âThat I can understand, those guys were probably starving and itâs not like they can just chow down on a damn sabertooth as an easy lunch or something,â She said, and he bit his lip from stopping her to explain that the two of them were about four thousand years apart from one another, âBut like, when thereâs a burger king or taco bell on every corner, why are you eating women. Who eats women for breakfast lunch and dinner, like raise your hands which one of you would ever eat a woman,âÂ
Luke sniggered, and Matt smirked at the innuendo of it, the double meaning of her words flying entirely over her head.
âI dunno, Alvez, do you like eating women?â Simmons asked, a smug grin in his words as the boys cackled childishly, and Spencer rolled his eyes with amusement.Â
âPretty partial to it actually,â Luke chimed in, and she whirled in her seat to look behind her of scepticism, âHow about you, Reid?â
âYou guys are so weird,â She murmured, and Spencer took a quick glance off the road to see her looking entirely baffled, her feathers ruffled at the fact she was left out of the joke.Â
âTheyâre talking about oral sex,â He explained, because he remembered when that had been him for the longest time, and how it had made him feel like the butt of every punchline to not understand why everyone would smile at him knowingly, yet he found himself doing the exact same to her, his lips twitching at their corners.
Spencer watched her scoff, looking back at the two grown children in the back, âI take it back, you guys arenât weird, your gross. Why canât you be mature like Spencer?â She huffed, sitting back in her seat and fixing her skirt, âSee if you were grownups like Agent Reid and I, youâd know the term isnât eating a woman, itâs called focalratio,âÂ
Matt pulled a face of confusion, flicking his eyes to her, âIsnât that to do with a camera lens?âÂ
âDo you mean fellatio?â Spencer asked, trying his hardest not to smirk because he didnât want to make her feel stupid, except she just waved a hand at him.
âThatâs what I said. I see why they call you Doctor Read and not Doctor Listen,â She giggled at her own words, watching the trees go by her passenger window, almost entirely oblivious to the way Spencerâs face cracked into a grin, something easy and charmed in his chest.Â
And for a moment, he saw exactly what Penelope had been talking about when she wouldnât stop talking about how likeable she was and how it was harder to hate her than it was to love her.Â
Luke took a sip of his water, the bottle nearing the end as the Florida sun warmed it up, and he figured he might as well finish it before it became stagnant and undrinkable.Â
âActually the term fellatio describes only male genitalia, the female equivalent would be cunnilingus-â Spencer explained, and he knew she was listening because he felt her eyes on the side of his face as he spoke, except he was cut off by the sound of her screaming so loud he nearly slammed on the breaks then and there.Â
âLUKE!â She yelled, and when Spencer looked, she had water dripping down the back of her hair, soaking her shirt to her skin, her black bra straps suddenly clear as day as they pressed against her dove white top. Alvez looked mortified, and he found himself apologising between coughs, water dribbling down his chin where heâd been so shocked to hear that word coming from Spencerâs mouth that heâd completely forgone swallowing and simply spat the whole thing out right through the gap between the headrest and the seat.Â
And Spencer laughed; it was quiet and foreign and nothing on the roaring cacophony coming from Matt in the back, as her and Luke descended into a squabble, her proclaiming him as a disgusting alpaca man as she tried to dry herself off with his jacket. But she caught it, the small chuckle coming from her left, and she looked at him, the sodden shirt almost forgotten when she saw him laugh.Â
She thought then that she wanted to make him laugh like that a million more times. And she knew she had it bad for Spencer Reid all over again.
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ËâșïœĄËâËbirthday girl | LN4ËâșïœĄËâË
pairing: lando norris x reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au, established relationship
warnings: none just fluffy af
summary: in which the tl is full of posts for your special day and the love is overwhelming
a/n: not sure if this is what anon meant but this was so much fun to write anyways hope u like it !!
request!!!: Hiii can I request a Lando smau where itâs his gfs birthday and she gets super emo from all the birthday posts from Lando, fans and maybe other drivers/friends? Ty!!
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user9 AWWWWW
user10 i love their friendship so so much
user11 my favs
user12 lads lads lads
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user13 so many posts to keep up with fr
user14 obsessed and in love w her
user15 THE BIG TUB OF CHEESE BALLS LOL
user16 she's just like me fr
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lilymhe happy birthday to one of my best friends & funnest girl to hang with ever in the world i love u so much i want to kiss u lando is so lucky
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user17 she's so real
user18 lily is literally one of us
user19 GOD I LOVE THEM
user20 lily and y/n goes offfff every time
user21 "lando is so lucky" REAL
landonorris you're right and you should say it
lilymhe i know đ
user22 so iconic
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user23 omg even the team posts for her
user24 ADMIN LOVES HER LIKE WE DO
user25 real
user26 our papaya princess đ§Ą
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user27 what is going on here
user28 he meant what he said
landonorris what did you do to my girlfriend
oscarpiastri you mean what did she do to me.
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user29 HAHAHAHA
user30 justice for y/n
user31 still beautiful
user32 the way everyone loves her omgđđđ
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landonorris she doesn't have to be drunk to do that
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user33 LOLLL get her
user34 the posts are getting mean!!
user35 i wish i was her
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yourbff happy birthday y/n đ my most special girl in the world & my longest friend, u have my heart completely!!!! u probably have lots of other ppls hearts too btw. i am literally in love with u and cant wait to see u later im going to kiss ur cheeks and feed u pink wine
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user36 this is so cute
user37 trust y/bff/n to make a sweet post when the ferrari boys made it mean đ
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user38 the most beautiful friends ever
user39 why am i so obsessed with all the birthday posts
user40 oh to be loved the amount y/n is loved
yourfriend happy birthday y/n !!
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landonorris u guys bully her
user41 LOL
user42 poor y/n the victim
user43 LOL i remember when she was in hospital for dehydration and everyone was just bullying her for itđđđ
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user44 our humble queen always
landonorris awww baby
lilymhe ilysm y/n
yourbff I LOVE YOU
francisca.cgomes this is why we all love you sm
carmenmmundt happy birthday you gorgeous girl you deserve it & more
alexandrasaintmleux happy birthday girlie! love u
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lewishamilton happy birthday y/n !!!
yoursister you are so so loved sweet girl!!
oscarpiastri aww y/n luv u bestie
charles_leclerc ur still cute walk it off !
georgerussell63 happy birthday đ„ł
fernandoalo_oficial aw y/n, you are so full of love!!
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landonorris the love of my life â€ïž you are everything and more and i hope to love you for every birthday for the rest of our lives. my sweet y/n/n, my better half, happy birthday
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user46 was waiting for this one
user47 me when
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user48 I LOVE THEM
yourusername im going to cry even harder thank u so much u make every moment in my life so special i love u so much
landonorris i love you
user49 omg this is too precious i died
user50 y/n is the most perfect girl in the world
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a slight miscalculation - pt. i
pairing: Joel x F!Reader
word count: 8.3k
summary: Sarah is off to college, and Joel is about to be living in an empty nest. They road trip out together, and as she spends her first night in her new apartment, he's staying in a nearby hotel. Letting go of his inhibitions for the first time in a long time, he tumbles into a one night stand that becomes very complicated, very quickly.
content/warnings: smut, age gap, mycologist!reader, dick sucking, implied pussy eating, fingering, no outbreak au, reader likes to hike, reader also infodumps, joel miller has a big cock, he also has anxiety, reader has anxiety too, and a cat, reader is in early 20s--exact age not established, one (1) use of daddy, alcohol and weed consumption, joel is a diligent condom wearer, set in present day, discussion of girl scout cookies, joel is sweet and soft and hasn't been eviscerated by the death of his daughter
a/n: I'm intending this to be about five parts. This may change, but right now it's looking like five. I've been struggling to write for a while, unable to focus, but I think I'm back at it? as always, your feedback is hugely appreciated, and i'm kissing all likers and commenters and rebloggers deeply and with tongue đ©·
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For the first time in nineteen years, Joel is completely adrift. Sarah's starting college in just two months.
It's the kind of realization that hits him like a bucket of ice water, a sudden shock and then an unpleasant trickling of anxiety wrapping about him in nasty tendrils. And then he feels guilty, because he's so, so happy for Sarah because he knows that she's thrilled, but fuck she's gonna be two time zones away and now what's Joel meant to do on Thursday movie nights when he's here without her?
It's terrifying, and it's new. And it's not that he's new to anxiety. He's usually anxious, and he has the Sertraline on his bedside stand to prove it. But if his general anxiety baseline usually hovered around a 6.4, where he was at now far surpassed a 10. It felt exponential, and totally exhausting.
When he voices his fears to Tommy, to Joel's horror, Tommy just doubles over in laughter.
"Jesus, Joel," he wheezes, wiping fake tears from his eyes in exaggerated movements, "You looked so serious I thought you were gonna say you'd killed someone."
Joel scowls. "The fuck you laughing for?"
"She's going to college, it's not like she's dying!"
"How'm I gonna be there for her? What if she needs me? What if-"
"Joel-," Tommy pats him gently on the shoulder, "She can always call you, and you can always call her. And we both know she's got a good head on 'er shoulders."
Joel snorts in concession. "Yeah, yeah. Better than yours and mine put together, and then some."
"Exactly." Tommy agrees, "And if there's ever anything that really goes wrong, you got me. We can drive out together and make sure she's okay."
Joel nods and feels the tiniest bit of tension leave him. One step at a time.
Just over nineteen years ago he found out he was about to be a dad. Suddenly, he had a purpose. Having a kid at twenty-two wasn't something he'd ever intended, but somehow he knew he loved his baby girl from the moment he knew she was a possibility. He spent a solid seven months running around, hustling, doing everything he could to get the very best for his kid. He'd take on doubles, working himself to the bone to make sure they had the best crib, and the best stroller, too. He was thrilled and terrified and so, so green.
Now, his heart feels so big he doesn't know how to handle it. His baby girl is an honest-to-god adult, moving out and going to college, and he has no idea what he's gonna do with his time now.
He has work, of course. But beyond that? He's really gotta to widen his circle, he realises, because who's he gonna hang out with? His brother?
He'd only just turned forty-one and had absolutely not come to terms with an empty nest--the few friends from high school he'd kept in touch with were so much further behind than him. The ones that had kids had them later in their twenties and thirties, and now they're raising middle schoolers while Joel's kid is a real fucking person, leaving home and everything. All the scrapping and saving he'd been doing since before Sarah was bornâfor his little girl to be able to follow any dream she choseâit was finally paying off. The precocious young woman she is, she graduated early and spent nearly a year working retail to save up some cash. She'd applied to colleges all across the country, and a few international ones, too. Joel had been crossing his fingers for months, hoping she'd choose something near Austin, but cheered with her all the same when she got her acceptance letter from Oregon State University. The previous summer, just before she'd started her applications, she and Joel and Tommy spent a miserable, wonderful week hiking round the Pacific Northwest. She fell in love with it, and the university offered a few of the majors she wanted to consider.
Joel didn't know what he'd do with his baby girl so far away, his life, his reason, but he sure as hell wasn't gonna tell her that. He will not clip her wings. His baby's gonna change the world and he's not gonna hold her back. He is, though, gonna require regular phone calls and check-ins and god they grow up so fast.
"Y'all should road trip out there," Tommy suggests one night over the dinner table.
Joel knew the conversation of how Sarah would get to the West Coast would come up, and it oughta be sooner rather than later. He was half afraid that she wanted to head out on her own, that she didn't need her dad anymore. Worried she would say she wanted to get a plane ticket, or take the Amtrak all the way to Corvallis. But he knows he needs to loosen his grip a little, so he braces himself when he turns to her.
"What'dya think, Sarah? You wanna be stuck in a car with your old man for a cross-country trip?"
Sarah rolls her eyes, but her face breaks into a grin. "Can we, Dad?"
This was too good to be true, he knew, but he wasn't gonna give up one last opportunity to spend some time with his girl till winter break.
"Course, baby," he tells her, and that flicker of anxiety quells just the tiniest bit.
The next few weeks fly by, and the knot of anxiety in Joel's chest feels like it's consuming him from the inside out. He's taken some time off, more than Sarah or Tommy can remember, but he's constantly trying to suggest ideas for activities to Sarah. For the most part, she's a good sport, understanding how much it means to her dad. She took pity on him, and let him drag her to places that ideally she would've gone to when she was little, but she humored him and he appreciated her dedication. He did his best to step back when she was heading out to spend time with friends--her time here was limited, after all, and she was always a social butterfly.
There are five weeks till classes start, four weeks, three, two, and in the blink of an eye, they're loading up the truck with all of Sarah's things, and Tommy is hugging Sarah goodbye, teary eyed. He gives Joel a hug, too. Joel would never admit it, but fuck he had really needed that hug.
They would take the scenic route. Make a memorable trip of it. Joel would make sure she settles in safe and sound, and then he'd head home.
6am Sunday.
You wake with a start. It's just over a week before term starts and your entire body aches. Fuck, you think to yourself, definitely overdid it with that last hike.
(The hiking part wasn't itself a problem, but one of the trails had washed out. You thought you'd found your way, but the "easy" three and a half mile hike took about five hours, leaving your calves bruised and your heels blistered.)
You roll over in your hotel room bed and, at the sound of a slight yelp followed by a gentle thud, realise with a sudden start that you just catapulted your cat off the corner.
"Shit, sorry goblin," you tell Spatula, who glares up at you with disdain as he licks at his paw. You reach down and, despite your inadvertent cat launch, he immediately rubs up against your fingertips and lets you scratch behind his ears.
"I'm sorry, baby," you soothe.
He meows, loudly. Howls, really. You take it as an apology accepted.
You sit up properly and look at your phone calendar. Nothing immediate. You don't need to get keys to your new apartment till tomorrow, nor do you meet your roommates till thenâthey're both moving in today, and moving is already horrible without having to navigate around the belongings of two other people. No, thanks. You can afford one more night at the hotel, and it'll make everything go that little bit more smoothly tomorrow. Besides, you have a bit of reading you'd like to get through, maybe stock up on non-perishables till you have a full-sized fridge, and get to know the city just a little.
You move gingerly, testing the ache in your muscles as you unfold yourself from the position you've been sat in and pull yourself from the bed. It hurts, but not something that won't be fixed with a little movement.
A plan forms. First, a walk, to try and loosen up your tight muscles. Then, errands. You have a whole list, with everything categorised by store, but then you enter IKEA and exit fifteen minutes later, only to find that five and a half hours have passed and it's evening now.
How was it that IKEA harnessed such a malicious power. How could anything harness that?
You need a fucking break. And a goddamn drink.
"Hey Dad," Sarah calls from the adjacent bedroom as Joel sweats, hauling another box towards her. The drive has been good, but it has been long. His legs ache. His back aches. There are parts of him that he didn't know existed that now ache.
"Yeah?" he calls back.
"Are you sure you're okay with me staying here tonight?"
Joel lets out a breath. He wants to be okay with it. And there's no way his nineteen year old would want to hang out with her dad when she could be spending the very first night in her brand new apartment. But he also wishes she wanted to spend one last night, hanging out in a hotel room with her dad. They could watch shitty movies together. Make the most of the final night before this cataclysmic shift.
But no.
That'd just be him being selfish. He can handle a night by himself. He's gotta handle a whole lotta them soon enough.
"O'course baby," he nods, hoping the smile he's plastered on his face looks totally genuine. "But we're still doin' breakfast in the morning, right?"
She nods, vigorous, and then waves her phone around. "I was looking up places! There's a diner called Tommy's," she laughs, "Wanna try that? 9:30?"
"Let's do it," he smiles, and this one is a little less forced.
"How much more do we have?" Sarah asks, nodding towards the box Joel's still holding.
"Last box," he grunts, "What else can I help with?"
He places the box down and lets out a slight, almost silent whimper. Sarah catches it, though.
"Maybe you should take it easy the rest of the day, Dad," she tells him, "We both know you have old man back."
He rolls his eyes but nods. "Guess you're right," he shrugs, "That my cue to take off?"
Sarah blushes but turns to him sheepishly. "Yeah, I-"
"No need to explain," Joel assures, "I know you must wanna get unpacked and settle in, get to know your roommates an' all."
She jumps up and, almost startling him, wraps her arms around him in a bear hug.
"Love you, dad," she grins, and she squeezes just a little tighter than usual.
He squeezes back, and they both pretend there aren't tears in his eyes.
As you step through the doors of the hotel bar, you decide you like it. The lighting is comfortably low. It's not loud, but it's not quiet, either. Colorful bottles line the shelves, the light of the filament bulbs glinting off the glass in rainbow prisms.
You take a seat at the bar and give a nod of thanks as the bartender passes you a small menu. It's unsurprisingly extortionate, hotel bar and all, but it'll do.
"Old fashioned, please," you tell the bartender, who nods in response. A minute later, he hands you a glass, delivered with a twist of orange and a cherry on top.
With your first sip, you feel your shoulders start to relax and some of the tension loosen from your body. The warmth of the burn envelops you and your stress starts to unravel, leaving only the buzz feeling good.
You order a second, and as the glass is handed to you, a voice to your right catches your attention.
"This seat taken?" a man asks.
You shake your head and offer a quick smile, gesturing towards it, "All yours."
"Much obliged," he nods, and slips into the backless stool next to yours.
The bartender comes over and passes him the same menu, but without looking at it he asks, "Could I get an old fashioned?"
You smile and catch his eye, tipping your glass towards him. "An excellent choice," you praise, "Though if you don't have a sweet tooth, I'd recommend asking Jeff there if he can go easy on the simple syrup."
"Oh yeah?" He asks, and then he leans in conspiratorially. "T'tell you the truth, I do have a bit of a sweet tooth."
You raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
Suddenly, he breaks into a grin and it's dazzling.
"Yeah," he laughs, "I've got cookies stashed in secret locations all through my house."
You raise an eyebrow. "If I keep 'em in my pantry, my brother'll find 'em and eat 'em all," he explains, "But ever since my kid was a girl scout, I always get cravings for girl scout cookies, so I buy an armful o'boxes and try and preserve 'em throughout the year, till I can replenish."
"What's your favorite girl scout cookie?"
"Caramel deLites, hands down."
"Oh yeah?"
"Absolutely," he nods.
The bartender, Jeff, sets the man's drink down with a clink. You catch one another's eye and both erupt into a fit of laughter.
You're not even sure what's funny. Maybe it's just been a long day? Maybe the whiskey was getting to you?
Whatever it is, it feels good.
The man takes a sip of his drink and lets out an aaaahh and it's goofy and charming and then he extends his hand.
"Joel," he tells you, "Joel Miller". You shake his hand, introduce yourself, and then take a sip of your own drink.
"So, tell me about yourself," you smile, "You coming from out of town?"
"Yes ma'am," he nods, "Come up here from Austin."
"Texas?"
Joel nods.
"That's a long trip."
"Yeah," he laughs, "It really is."
"So, you're a nice Southern boy, huh?"
"Well," he swishes his glass and tries to bite back a smile, "I don't know that I'd go quite so far, but my mama did raise me to be a gentleman."
"That so?" you ask and his blush deepens.
"I... have been known to get up to some trouble, but I like to think I've mellowed in my old age." He gestures at the beautiful little smatterings of silver at his temples, and you cackle.
"Okay, that's hot," you tell him and he chokes, but you keep going, "Old age, though? What are you, like, forty?"
He exhales, chagrined. "Forty-one."
You roll your eyes. "That ain't old."
"It feels it sometimes," he smiles, "My kid is grown. My little brother's married with a kid of his own on the way. My back hurts, pretty much all the time."
You snort. You also notice, without trying to look, that he doesn't have a wedding band. Doesn't have a tan line for one, either. Interesting.
"But more than that," he continues, "I guess I feel- I don't know. A little... aimless?"
"Yeah," you nod, and you let the moment sit. "I get that."
He lets out a little breath, and then turns back to you, focused.
"What about you? Where're you from?"
"Oof," you exhale, "All over. Spent a bit of time on the East coast. The Midwest. Lived a few months in the South, even," you tease as you bump your shoulder into his and he laughs. It's a surprisingly familiar gesture, but miraculously comfortable.
"Ever make it to Texas?"
"Naw," you shake your head, "My time in the South was all in Mississippi. After that I moved out to California, and I've been slowly working my way up the West Coast."
"And what have you been enjoying about the West Coast?" Joel asks.
"The mushrooms," you grin, and Joel frowns.
"Like, the kind you get in a little baggy from the dealer down the street, or-?"
"No," you laugh, "Or, well- Okay, sometimes. Gotta say it is great out here for that, too. But I mean fungus as a whole--mushrooms, mold, yeast, lichen. But I'm most interested in mushrooms. They're just really fuckin' cool, and there's so much we don't understand about them. And, they're delicious."
"Huh," Joel ponders, "T'tell you the truth, I've never thought much about mushrooms, besides enjoying 'em as a pizza topping."
"Most people don't," you agree, "But fuck, like-- Okay, so we know there are over five million types of fungi on Earth, but we've identified less than two percent of them. Some fungus aids decomposition. Some fungus is bioluminescent. Some are known worldwide for their delicious flavours, and others are known by the slow, horrible ways they kill you."
Joel raises his eyebrows, and suddenly you feel a little self conscious.
"Sorry, I do this," you laugh, rubbing at the back of your neck, "I get very excited about fungus and manage to alienate everyone around me."
You half expect him to stand up and walk away.
Instead, though, he leans in closer. "Don't apologise," he tells you, "I'm learning something new. Tell me more?"
"No, I should stop. Otherwise I'll never stop talking," you wince.
"How about just one more fungus fact?"
You sit for a minute, pondering. "This is- well, I guess this is one of the reasons I find fungus so fascinating. So, fungus can't photosynthesise the way that plants do--they can't produce their own food from sunshine, and water, and carbon dioxide. Instead, their mycelium-- they're these thread-like networks--they branch out beneath the earth, seeking out food, growing in the direction where it can find the nutrients it needs and breaking down organic material all around them, sometimes living organisms, as a parasite, and sometimes dead organisms as a decomposer, or both. And it's just- It's this hidden world, that exists right beneath the surface even in some of the extreme places on earth, temperature-wise. And most days, we don't even think about it."
You punctuate your thought with a large swallow of your drink, which is half-watered down now that the ice is melted, and doesn't hit quite as hard as you'd hoped, but then you look up at Joel and he's smiling at you, pensive, and--
"That's- That's actually really interesting."
Before you can respond, though, Joel glances at his watch and balks. It is getting late. "Shit," he shakes his head, "I think I oughta call it a night," he says, pulling back. "Early morning tomorrow, and if I stay at the bar I'll just keep drinkin'."
Fuck. That's a dismissal. Of course you went on too much about mushrooms. You'd fucked this up. You'd thought this was going well, but now it felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped over you. "Oh," you nod, matching his posture, and try to swallow down the sudden wave of disappointment. "Of course. Have a good night, Joel."
Joel stands up and then looks you up and down, considering. It's not brazen, but it isn't shy, either. And then understanding flashes across his face.
"Wait- Sorry, that's not how I meant it." He reaches out towards you and you melt into his touch. "I'm messin' this up." He chuckles, but it sounds pained. "Now look, I don't wanna make any presumptions. And I'm really hopin' I'm not coming off as some--dirty old man. Jesus, I haven't done this in a while. But I'm in room 308."
Your eyebrows shoot up. What you'd taken for disinterest was just--nerves?
"I reckon I'll be awake for a while yet. You're welcome to... drop by."
The disappointment melts, making way for a fluttering in your stomach.
"Twenty minutes," you assure him, "308?"
He nods and he brakes into a sheepish grin, shedding what you now realise had been something of an anxious wince. "308."
You watch him leave. When he's out of sight, you toss back the rest of your watery drink and go to pay your tab, but Jeff tells you it was already settled. You thank him and tuck your shaking hands in your pockets. You feel an electricity running through you as you take the elevator up.
When you get back to your room, you hop into the shower, just to freshen up--you keep your hair dry but scrub your body. Once you're clean, you brush your teeth.
Stepping back out of the en suite, you survey the hotel room. Spatula is lounging on the corner of the bed, entirely uninterested in your movements. You top up his dry food bowl and place a kiss between his ears before slipping out.
When you knock at Joel's door, you hear a slight rustle and clatter and then the door swings open, Joel's staring a little wide-eyed, like he didn't actually expect you to show. He's wearing grey sweats and a Johnny Cash t-shirt that looks like it's been around nearly as long as you have. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, an anxious tell that's desperately endearing.
"C'mon in," he smiles, and you step in, closing the door behind you.
You reach out to cup his face, delighting in the feeling of coarse stubble beneath your fingertips. Your first kiss is chaste. You both lean forward and press your lips to one another gently, exploring.
Then, you let out a little moan and Joel shudders. Heat surges between you, and his hands are cradling your head and brushing your cheek and he's pinning you against the closed door. You're kissing again, nothing chaste remaining, learning the taste of him, his rhythm, the crashing waves of give and take between you.
You wrap one leg around him and smirk when he lets out a throaty groan as you grind against his hard cock. You're pretty sure he's not wearing underwear, the thick bulge seemingly unconstrained in his grey sweats, the whole length pressing against your thigh.
Your head falls back and you let out soft, breathy noises as his lips trace along your collarbone, up your throat, and against that tender little spot behind your ear. When he puts your earlobe between his lips and presses his teeth gently against the skin, your knees go weak and he chuckles, strong arms wrapping around you, holding you up.
"Bed?" he asks, and you breathe yes and then, with a yelp and a throaty chuckle, you're lifted up and spun around and both tumbling into the duvet.
You're grasping at each other, desperate to keep your hands on one another. The only times you part is when you undress, and even then, you're helping each other--pulling the hem of his shirt over his lifted arms, pressing into him as he reaches around and moves to unhook your bra, but then he realises you're not wearing one and lets out a groan, his thumbs brushing alongside the tender skin along your ribs, moving gently as if to cup your breasts, but then he pulls back.
Normally you might wait, do this part slowly, draw out the tease just a little bit longer.
Tonight, though, you're ravenous.
As you fiddle with the buttons of your pants, you tug at the drawstring keeping Joel's sweats on his hips. The bow comes loose in one smooth motion, and he lifts his hips and you pull the sweats down.
Your mouth immediately waters seeing him bare, laid out for you. You watch a bead of precum drip down the head and pool on his belly. The coarse hair of his happy trail glistens with it. He's thick, uncut, and looks painfully hard, his cock head ruddy. "Fuck, you're beautiful," you tell him, and his cheeks redden but he grins. It's boyish, the way he grins, and devastatingly charming.
And, what you're saying is true. His body is gorgeous, something you wish you could sketch. Soft flesh over hard muscle, visible tan lines where his chest and shoulders are noticeably lighter than his arms. The muscles and veins along his throat are driving you absolutely fucking insane as he swallows and looks up at you.
He's got freckles on his shoulders, too, and without thinking, you lower yourself down to kiss at his shoulder. He shakes, just a little, and lets out the most beautiful gasp. It's addictive, pulling these noises from him. You follow the curve of him, giving him a taste of his own medicine--tracing feather-light kisses along his collarbone, up the tendons of his neck, behind his ear. You can feel the blood pulse in his veins as your lips brush along him. Joel goes from panting lightly to full on groaning, rutting his hips up towards you and, frustrated, meeting only air.
"Can I taste you?", you ask, and Joel lets out a half-strangled sound and nods, vigorous.
You scoot back, lower yourself, poke out your tongue and, without any preamble, lick at the slit of his head, tasting the salty, tangy precum.
Joel tips his head back and groans and you decide to be kind. You grasp onto his hips and take him in your mouth, slowly sinking down, inch by inch by inch and now you can feel him at the back of your throat, your saliva dripping down the shaft and collecting in the hair between his thighs.
You bob your head up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust, but your throat is full and there are still inches to go. You relax, doing everything you can to take him deeper, and he starts to thrust up gently.
You let him fuck into your mouth but release one of his hips, allowing him to move as freely as he needs and freeing up your hand, which you shove into your underwear, rubbing furiously at your clit.
It doesn't take much to lose yourself in it, to focus only on the sensation. You're so wet, slick coating your fingers, making the glide that much smoother as you touch yourself. Joel tastes so good, too, the intrusion of his cock the most delicious thing, feeling the way he shudders when you moan, the way he moans when you shudder.
"Fuck-" Joel gasps, and then there's a hand guiding you gently off of him.
You raise an eyebrow. "You okay?"
He swallows, hard, and nods. "More than okay. Felt too fuckin' good."
"Oh yeah?" and you lean down, as if to take him back in your mouth, but he chuckles and pulls you back again.
"It's been... a while. For me. And-" He drags his palm down his face, wearing an almost pained expression. "Christ, you just look too fuckin' good down there, mouth stretched 'round me while you touch yourself. An' it feels too fuckin' good, too. I ain't ready for this to be over yet but if you keep lettin' me fuck your throat like that it's gonna be over real quick. And I wanna feel that pretty pussy myself."
You sit back up and he pulls you towards him so you're straddling him.
"You gonna fuck me, Joel?"
"Yes," he breathes, "Yes, baby, please-"
You do an awkward wobble and then stand up, shedding your pants and letting your panties drop, stepping out of them, one foot and then the other, and the way he's watching you is addictive. He watches you with beautiful eyes, drinking all of you in, and suddenly the moment has changed into one of those quiet, intimate moments where you both exhale a laugh.
You straddle him again, and lean down to kiss him, and the electric current surges up. He grabs you by the jaw, meeting your desperation. His lips on yours are exactly the balm you need and you can taste the whiskey on his breath.
"Feels fucking good," you tell Joel as you slide up and down his length. He's not penetrating you, not yet, but the lips of your pussy are spread and you're gliding along him, feeling his head at your clit and thrusting back till you're nearly seated on his balls.
He watches you, nearly unblinking, drinking it all in. Then, he lets out a groan, and half-sits up, suddenly focused.
"Shit," he closes his eyes in frustration, "I don't have any condoms. Shit shit shit-"
You push him back down and kiss him again. Then, you hop off the bed and sift around in your jean pockets.
"Ah-ha!," you exclaim, once you've found your treasure. Joel raises and eyebrow and you wink. "Saw they were selling them in the lobby. Figured it might be a good idea."
"Shit," Joel laughs, and presses his lips just to the side of your mouth. "Clever girl," he tells you, and a shiver goes up your spine.
He leans to help, but you shoo him away and he watches, entranced, as you neatly open the condom wrapper and, with a small amount of difficulty, roll it down his cock.
"Feeling okay?" You ask him, "Shit, I shoulda gotten the Magnums. Is your dick okay? It's not being choked to death by an inappropriately sized rubber, is it?"
Joel snorts. "We'll manage," he says, and then he grips you by the hips, lines himself up. He draws his knuckles along your cunt and groans, "Fuck, so goddamn wet for me-" and, the moment you look at him and nod, he holds the head of his cock against your drooling lips and presses into you.
It's a big stretch as he lowers you down onto him, the intrusion almost painful, but before you can even take a breath, it melts into absolute pleasure. You've fucked people with longer cocks before, and you've fucked people with girthier cocks before, but never have you fucked someone with a cock that's both this long and thick and it feels like you're being split in two and it's perfect and you realise, with a sudden flip of your stomach, he isn't even fully seated inside you yet.
Then, you manage to focus on the words Joel is saying-that had really just been background noise for the past ten seconds or so-and suddenly you're tuning back in for "Tha's it," his voice low and hoarse, surprisingly gentle, "Good girl, takin' this cock so well, look at you."
His brow is furrowed and he's looking at you with such dark eyes, nearly black, the pupils are so blown. "Just a little more, that's it, just one more inch, you can do it, christ, look at you, takin' all of me."
His tone is reverent and it sets a fire through you. You can feel more slickness build and drip out of you, and from the way he moans, you're certain he can feel it too despite the condom.
"So fuckin' wet," he groans, "Soakin' my cock- grippin' me so nice-Fuck--"
He leans towards you and cradles your head in his hand, kissing you hard.
When you both pull back, you know your lips must be kiss swollen and red. His are--they're soft and bright, and you want to eat him whole.
"You're gonna be the death of me, woman."
He's thrusting into you lazily, holding you in place, but you need more, you need all of him.
You push forward and move his hand from your waist to your clit. As you manoeuvre him, his nostrils flare, and you'd wonder if he was angry, if not for the way you felt his cock stiffen even further inside of you. You start to move your hips, to rub up against the thumb on your clit, and to feel every fucking inch of him.
Urged on by the way he groans, you start to ride him, properly. Holding each other close, you fuck down onto him and he leans back, awed.
"Enjoying the show?" you ask.
"Damn- right- I- am-," Joel breathes, every word punctuated with a shuddering breath after you drive back down onto his cock, "Jesus- you- look- so- good- like- that."
You like being watched. Being admired. It sent an extra thrill through you, and your hips stutter, just a little, and now you're following a new, faster rhythm.
"Fuck, that's it, baby-" he praises, "Shit, yes- bounce on it."
You lean forward and kiss his throat, and then he makes this noise, half-strangled and beautiful.
"Shit, honey-- honey, honey, hold on-," he holds you still and you're glad he has, because your brain hadn't quite processed his words.
He's looking at you so earnestly.
"Baby, if you keep ridin' me like this I am gonna blow my load in the next twenty seconds and I don't wanna end this quite so soon."
You hum, a moment of consideration. You stare into his eyes, and part of it is calculated seduction, but another part is getting genuinely lost in the way he looks at you. The crinkles round his eyes. The way he seems able to focus on you, in a way that feels as frightening as it is exhilarating.
"How about this," You smile, "You get yours, and then you can eat me out till I get mine. And if you're ready to go again by the time I've come, we can see where we're at then. Hmm?"
You see a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, and take a moment to appreciate how much he's clearly trying to control himself.
After a moments of avoiding your eye, he looks at you again and he looks utterly wrecked. "You- talkin' like that?" He shakes his head and tries to even his breath. "Fuck, I nearly came right there."
"It's okay," you soothe, and you cup his jaw and resume you movements, riding him like you had before. "You can come if you need to-" your fingertips stroke the stubble of his chin, "You're close, huh? It's okay, daddy, you can let go."
Joel lets out a strangled noise and busts immediately.
You savor the way it feels, the pulse of his cock as he spills into you. No, into the condom, you correct yourself, but you can always pretend-
After his balls relax and you can feel him start to get soft, you hold the condom down as you pull yourself off, and you're nearly unseated when there's a sudden squelch noise that sends you both into tumbles of laughter.
It takes a while to calm down, and you find yourselves heaving, tangled in the sheets, and wrapped up in each other. The condom is hanging limply on Joel's now-soft cock and it's oddly cold and gooey as you accidentally roll against it, and that sends you both off again.
"Fuck," Joel snorts, and tugs at the condom, starting to roll it off his length, "I'd almost forgotten the weird texture of a used condom. Fuckin'... Slug-like."
"That-" you declare, "Is visceral. And I hate it. Thanks."
He snorts, and you suddenly have a question.
"Condoms not making too many appearances in your life?"
"Not many, no."
"What, you usually fuck raw?"
"Just haven't been sleepin' with anyone," he shrugs, nonplussed.
"Well, I gotta say, the good people of Austin have been missing out."
Joel shrugs again, and it comes off as casual, but you notice the way his ears tint pink. "Just- not been something I did. But now, I guess, I can. And with way less guilt."
"Why guilt? Are-" you venture, dread pooling in your stomach, "Are you married?"
His eyes flit up to you sharply, and then soften immediately. He lets out a breath and shakes his head. "No. Nothin' like that. I was married, but I've been divorced nearly twenty years now."
The tightness immediately uncoils and you realise how tense you were only a moment ago. I am not a cog in the machine of a collapsing marriage. Thank fuck.
But now your curiosity is piqued. "So... why the guilt?"
"Sorry, I- I really didn't mean to get into it. I'd rather not get into it. It's- complicated."
"Of course," you shrug, and it isn't a problem because this is just a hot fantasy hookup that you'll remember fondly, and it'll be wonderful masturbation fuel for probably the rest of your life, but you don't wanna make the poor guy go into his life's trauma, especially when he's looking at you so fucking earnestly and you are actually really fucking fascinated but no, you would not let this become a problem.
"Thanks," he says, and then steps out of the room. You hear the clang of the bin as he steps on the pedal, then drops the condom, takes a piss and washes his hands.
"You hungry?" He asks, and you realize very suddenly, you're absolutely famished.
"Yes," you jump up and he laughs when you run, bare-assed and shameless, over to the corner of the room filled with brochures and traveller info and finally, you raise it in triumph when you find it, the list of nearby takeaways.
"Okay," you look at the list, "There's one place at the top of the list here that's apparently highly rated, but I actually have plans there soon and I wanna wait till then to eat there. Hope that's okay."
Joel comes over to you and rests his head on your shoulder. "No problem."
"But... alright," you continue. "There's pizza. Or... more pizza. Or, look--there's a Southern-style place, that'll make you feel right at home!" Joel pokes you in the side and you swat at him as he grunts a laugh.
Suddenly, a warning sound starts playing on loop in your brain. It was dreadfully domestic, wasn't it? This was an absolute stranger you'd just met in a hotel bar? But... it also felt... nice? And it felt nice in ways that you'd never found yourself enjoying before. Even with long-term partners. Maybe because this was so low-stakes, you reasoned, such an inevitably temporary situation, so you weren't putting the same kind of pressure on yourself.
As soon as you think that, the eternal curse of overthinking shows itself and you suddenly feel desperately self conscious. Before you can pull away and make some excuse, though, Joel's arm wraps around you and his thumb starts rubbing little circles into a tender bit of skin between your hip and your tummy. The anxiety spiral you'd been teetering on the edge of suddenly vanishes.
"How about-," he nods at the list, "Pizza?"
After Joel calls in your order, the pizza delivery service tells you to expect your food in about thirty minutes. You remember you have a little box of edibles. You ask Joel if he minds if you take one, and he doesn't. You offer him one, and he automatically declines, but then as he starts to explain, he pauses and pivots, goes "Wait, actually. Yeah. Why not?"
A freckled kid who looks no more than sixteen pulls up with a short stack of pizza boxes and a two liter bottle of root beer. He raps awkwardly on the door after exactly thirty five minutes, and it swings open.
The room looks utterly wrecked, clothing strewn along every surface. Joel answers the door wearing a robe, his entire face smelling of sex, and his moustache still shining with the slick of your release.
"Thanks, kid," Joel nods, and hands him a small wad of cash. The kid eyes him and shrugs. "Keep the change," he tells him, and the door swings back shut.
The edibles have hit beautifully. You're both blissed out, comfortably hazy, lost in the sensation of bare limbs on bedsheets and the flavors of the pizza and it's assorted sauces. You lay together on the bed, paper plates strewn between you. In the background, an X-Files rerun plays.
"Ooh!" You sit up as you catch the premise of the episode, "I love this one! See the goo? There's a giant fungal... entity.. that's working on digesting them, and giving them hallucinations as they die."
"You and mushrooms, huh?" Joel laughs, but then looks back at the episode and contemplates the viscous yellow goo. "Jesus christ," he frowns, and sniffs, now contemplating the mushrooms on his pizza slice.
You spot his glare and snort. "I think you're safe."
He takes another bite and shakes his head as if to clear it.
"I'm getting tired," he admits.
"Me too," you agree.
"No pressure, but in case it wasn't clear, you're welcome to stay the night here."
"That's sweet," you tell him, and think it over. "If I took you up on that, would you be offended if I slip out early?"
Joel raises a brow.
"I have a cat," you explain, "And I'm working on moving into a new place, and meeting a friend for breakfast, and then I need to check out after breakfast because I won't be able to get my keys for the new place until the breakfast but I can't take my cat to a diner-"
You take a breath.
"Basically, I've got a bunch of things I need to do in the morning, but if you don't mind me slipping out around, maybe, 5-ish, then I'd love to stay."
He stares at you.
You regret saying as much as you said. You don't need to over-explain yourself to this actual stranger. He doesn't care. There's no reason for him to care. He's probably in it just for the fuck, and it was fun and if you stay then there's a chance the two of you will wake up at some point in the night, still horny and lustful and you might fuck again and you'd be lying if you said that wasn't part of the draw. You realise, though, you'd also be lying if you said you didn't care what he thought of you. All of a sudden, you are overwhelmed with caring what this man thinks of you.
How fucking inconvenient.
"I wouldn't be offended at all," Joel chews, swallows, wipes the corner of his mouth with a napkin and speaks again. "What's your cat's name?"
You don't know what you'd expected he'd say, but it wasn't that. You buffer for a moment. "It's- Spatula."
"Spatula?"
"Yep." You feel foolish.
"Huh. Spatula."
A silent moment between you.
"Got any pictures?"
You weren't expecting that, either. "I... do? Do you want to see them?" He nods. You pull out your phone to scroll through.
Joel, suddenly scrambled around for his phone, too. It was late and he hadn't checked it for hours. Had it been on silent? What if Sarah had called and he'd missed it?
His panic eased when he saw he had only two notifications. Both from Sarah, but neither were bad. He hadn't been neglecting any crises. The first text was a selfie of Sarah and an unfamiliar person, which she'd texted to him with the caption New roomie!! The second contained an address to the place they'd have breakfast tomorrow along with Just wanted you to know I've invited a friend to join us tomorrow morning! Is that okay? Realized I should maybe have checked with you? đŹ
There was an ache in his chest. He wanted to keep her to himself, get to spend one last day, just the two of them. It was the start of a whole new chapter, but more than anything, he wished he could hold onto the moment for just a second longer.
But Sarah was stressed, he knew this, so he wasn't gonna make it worse and put this burden on her. He could handle it. He had to handle it. He typed back- No problem, baby. Can't wait to meet your friend.
After a moment, he followed up with another text. Gonna turn in now. Good nite!
The less he texted right now, the better. He did not want Sarah to know anything about the night he was having.
His screen lit up a moment later. Night Dad! He takes a deep breath and wills some of the tension away.
He slips his phone aside and you scoot into bed next to him.
"This," you announce, "Is Spatula."
Joel scrolls thru, his brows raising higher with each image.
With a single nod, he opens his mouth and instead of speaking, he collapses into laughter. It comes out a wheeze- "I-- I know this won't make any sense, but your cat looks just like my goddamn brother."
You're laughing now too, both of you almost hysterical, even though you have no frame of reference. You cherish the absurdity.
Then, Joel pulls up a picture on his phone and shows you, and now you're doubling over again because his brother looks exactly like Spatula.
You don't remember falling asleep. You curse your body's internal clock because you wake up right at 5am, and even though you know you should get up and leave, you wish you could have just a little bit longer.
It's such a comfortable way to wake up. One arm is folded under your pillow, and the other is slung over Joel's hip. He's asleep, snoring softly, and strands of his hair are mussed along his forehead. Your hand is holding his tummy, but you realise there's something pressing against the heel of your hand, and then realise, with a delicious jolt, that he's hard and straining against his boxers.
It's so fucking hard to get out of that bed, but with enough barely-effective reminders--you're gonna fuck up your whole day if you're late, gotta make a good impression, Spatula's gonna be so disappointed if you're late with his breakfast--you manage to bully yourself out of the warm and wonderful bed containing blankets and absolutely fantastic dick, and you tiptoe through the room, dress quickly, and, after making a note and leaving it on his bedside stand, you slip out.
Joel wakes up with a jolt, and then rolls over to see that the alarm clock (which he dared not contemplate the number of times he must have snoozed) was telling him it was 9:13.
He was late. Really fucking late. And then the panic made his brain spin faster and that's when he noticed the note on his bedside table.
I had a really good time
If you're in town for a little longer, don't be a stranger?
It's followed with your name and phone number, and a rather detailed mushroom sketch across the page. He wasn't sure what kind of mushroom it was, but it was beautiful, and clearly hand-drawn, and for whatever reason you'd decided to tear it out of, presumably, your sketchbook? And you gave it to him, and he's gonna read that note and replay last night for the rest of his fucking life. It felt incredibly precious. He placed it in a book so it wouldn't get creased or folded. Made sure it was all contained and neat, totally flat in between the pages.
Then, he dragged himself out of bed and into the shower.
After scrubbing the smell of sex off of his entire body, he dresses quickly and checks his watch again. 9:28.
He texts Sarah and lets her know he's a few minutes behind. She responds with an eye roll emoji.
Joel settles in his truck and pulls up directions. It's only a few minutes away. He won't be too late.
When Joel steps into the diner, he's charmed by it. It's old school, with a checkerboard floor and bright red vinyl seats. He scans the room till he spots Sarah in a booth in the corner. She's laughing over a hot chocolate, and her friend must be in the seat opposite her.
He catches Sarah's eye and she grins at him, waving him over.
You've been at the diner about fifteen minutes, and you and Sarah are already getting along beautifully.
You'd met on a university message board and had become fast friends, but meeting someone in person was always a little terrifying. On top of that, you'd already committed to spending at least one (academic) year with this person, so you were damn sure gonna make it work.
Sarah waves over her dad. You can't see him yet, the back of the booth too high.
But then he's standing right there.
You already have a hand outstretched, but when he sees you and you see him, your stomach flips and dread runs through you. All the color drains from his face. He looks like a deer in headlights, and you'd be surprised if you didn't look the same.
Sarah looks between you, not quite concerned, but definitely confused. Sarah smiles and tries to diffuse the situation.
"Hi dad!" She grins, "This is my new roommate! Well, the other new roommate--the one in the picture, their name is Ellie, they weren't able to make it this morning. BUT. Breakfast seemed like a great time to hand off keys!"
Joel is still frozen and white-faced. Your brain whirs, and you know you've just fucking catapulted yourself into a disastrous mess, but you do your very best to save face.
Reaching your hand out further so he can't possibly miss it, he gives into some familiar social instinct, takes it and you shake. You think of his hands, how they dragged along your body last night, touched you, felt you, wrecked you.
You introduce yourself. He nods, avoiding eye contact.
"Joel." He grunts. "Miller."
Sarah frowns at him, but turns back to the menu.
This- was unexpected. Problematic. Arguably, really fucked up. All of those things and more. But it'll be fine.
All throughout breakfast, you repeat that to yourself, letting the words bounce around your head. It will be fine, you repeat your mantra, it will be fine, and you try not to feel too hurt at the way Joel's avoiding eye contact as if simply looking at you will cause him unimaginable disgust.
Everything will be fine.
Note: The fic's premise is loosely based on the book Mistakes Were Made which is a fucking excellent sapphic romance novel that utilises this trope. Would strongly recommend the book if you're into smutty queer stories.
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Ever since your family hired Jake as their personal car washer, youâve struggled to keep your eyes to yourself.
You thought the idea of your family even hiring someone for such a job was, in fact, stupid. Completely ludicrous. Why hire someone to wash your cars when there are LITERAL car washes to drive your car through? Or ya know, the hands of the family members doing it
You guessed since your family had money to blow and not enough time on their hands, hiring Jake was something they wanted. You couldnât argue with your parents, not when they are paying for your college and letting you live at home still rent-freeâŠwho were you to complain?
Obviously, the first few times Jake came to wash the cars, youâd scrunch your nose at him, purposely getting in your car and driving away, making his job harder on him. You didnât care at first, you thought this idea was stupid and a waste of money when you could just wash your car yourself.
But it wasnât until you took a nap after class completely forgot Jake was scheduled to wash the cars. Hearing the sound of water from the hose hitting the hoods of one of the cars that you jolted from your bed and quickly rushed to the window peeking behind the blinds, seeing Jake bent over your father's car, clothes completely soaked and soapy with the massive sponge in hand as he cleaned the hood.
You are filled with anger after seeing your car was moved and parked in the grass, seeing it was already cleaned.
Jake wasnât stupid, he knew you hated him even if it was for reasons unknown, not that he even cared, he was getting paid bank to wash four cars once every week. So when he arrived for his scheduled time and saw your car parked in the garageâŠoh the sweet shenanigans that filled his brain.
Heâd knock on the front door like he does every time, smiling at your motherâs face when she opened the door for him, her earpiece attached to her ear showing that she was in the middle of a meeting. She smiled at him, raising her index finger to her lips and giving him a wink, waving him inside to grab the keys.
Jake grabbed the keys from the key bowl your family kept beside the garage door, his smirk growing ever more wide at seeing your keys sitting there.
So Jake washed your car first, pulling it from the garage. He didnât even put the seat back into place after he was done like he normally would. He wanted to make your life hell the next time you sat in your car. Wanting to give him side-eyes, scrunched nose, and nasty looks every time you saw him? Heâll play your game. He even moved all the mirrors so youâd have to move them back and purposely leave your car parked in the grass in the front lawn knowing once you put two and two together youâd either rush outside to yell at him or stare at him from the second floor in your bedroom.
But you took too long to notice him, and he went ahead and started on your fatherâs car.
The early summer heat was making Jake exhausted. He was soaked, had soap literally everywhere, and could feel the sweat dripping down his face and body. He flung his head back, closing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows cursing the heat. But when he opened his eyes and saw you staring down at him from your bedroomâŠthe game was back on.
Jake dropped the sponge into the water bucket, eyes going back to you and keeping eye contact as his fingers reached for the ends of his shirt, slowly lifting it above and over his head and dropping it onto the ground.
You quickly looked away from the window, slamming your back against the wall, hands slapping against your face.
Oh god, heâs hotter than I thought.
Since then, you didnât mind Jake being around. You purposely started putting reminders into your phone on the days Jake would show up.
You always found Jake attractive, but that day he took his shirt offâŠit sent you to another world you didnât think was possible. You were so angry at your parents for hiring him, but now all you did was thank them.
At first, you tried to hide that you were watching him, but heâd catch you every single time. And as the seasons changed from spring to summer, the less clothes Jake started to wear.
Again, he wasnât an idiot. Jake knew you were eye fucking him every chance you got. You stopped being so secret at watching him. Giving every excuse in the book to walk into the garage to âgrab somethingâ or âget something from your car before he washes itâ. It boosted his ego every single time knowing that you wanted him. He purposely started showing up wearing tighter shirts to tight tank tops that showed off his toned arms. Tighter shorts that gave away completely that man is packing.
Jake obviously thought you were hot too and he couldnât deny that fact heâs thought about dicking you down against every single car in the garage. Imagining how completely dumb heâd have you on his cock.
And he finally was given that opportunity.
It was one of the hottest days of the week. Jake took off his tank top to cool himself off for once instead of doing it to make you tremble. But it worked in his favor as he walked into the garage to cool and dry off before moving the final car back into the garage, and you walked out.
Jake stopped halfway into the garage, eyeing you up and down.
You were wearing a white crop tank top that hugged your breasts perfectly. Jake loved the fact you werenât wearing a bra, noticing quickly how your nipples poked through. And oh GOD he noticed how tight your shorts were, hugging your thighs and pushing up in between your pussyâs lips, showing off the outline. Jake could only imagine how good your ass looked in those shorts, silently begging that youâd give him an excuse to grab something and turn around so he could see the view.
âOh uhhhâŠâ you said, eyes scanning his body and stopping at his abs. You werenât expecting to see him in the garage, clearly already finished his job. Every excuse you had to use was thrown out the window, âFinished already?â
Jake chuckled slowly walking towards you, âSince when have you cared when IâveâŠfinished?â
Jake was getting too close to you, well not too close to the point you didnât like it, you obviously wanted him closer, but you werenât prepared for it at this moment.
âI uhhâŠâ you tried to search for the right things to say, any excuse you could say. At this point any bullshit. Youâve only ever stared at him from a distance, talked to him in passing so you could stare at him. These were the consequences of your actions.
âUse your words, baby,â Jake said, his body now inches away from yours, chuckles escaping his mouth, âWhat? You were so vocal about how much you hated me when we first met, why so quiet now?â
Because youâre the hottest human being Iâve ever met
You just slightly shrugged, still trying to find literally anything to say.
âI said,â he whispered, his wet, soapy hands grabbing both of yours and blessing them on his wet, soapy, sweaty chest, âUse your words,â
You tried to not moan out just from touching him. The warmth of his chest was enough to send your whole body temperature skyrocketing. Your eyes wander down to his chest, watching as the water mixed with his sweat rolled down his body, how his chest raised and fell, feeling how fast his heart was racing.
You slid your hands down his chest, stopping at the top of his abs, letting your fingers trace around them.
Just from your touch, Jake was already rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to drag you up the stairs and bend you over your bed, face pressed so deep into the sheets while he railed you from behind. But he couldnât get up the stairs without passing your parentâs shared office. The garage would have to do.
Jake wasted no time flying his hands to your waist and pressing you to him, his lips pressing aggressively with yours.
Your thighs rubbed together at feeling him against you. You wanted him. Oh god did you want him.
Jake mapped out the garage in his mind, looking for a place he could fuck you without making anyone in the house take notice of it.
And there was only one place he could think.
Jake quickly twisted you around, your back being pressed against the hood of your car. The water and soap from Jakeâs body were now seeping into your clothes, making them soaked.
Jake groaned at your now wet shirt, your nipples showing through completely and he didnât even have to remove your shirt for it.
Jakeâs lips found yours again, his fingers sliding down to your heat, rubbing it gently. You were already so soaked and he barely touched you.
âFuck baby girl, already so wet for me?â he smirked against your lips, âAlready so needy for my cock.â
You quickly nodded, wanting to feel more than just his fingers rub against your cunt.
âUse your words, weâre both adults here,â
You now wanted to beat the shit out of him. Jake was loving this, loved the way you scrunched your nose at him teasing you.
âFuck me, Jake.â
Jake took your wrists in his hands, pinning your hands above you, âWhere are your manners?â he rubbed his clothed hard dick against your cunt, âOnly good girls get what they want.â
You wanted to roll your eyes, wanted to be a brat, but didnât want to test Jakeâs patience.
âFuck me please Jakey,â
Jake groaned at the nickname, his hand going back down to your folds and sliding your shorts to the side and pushing his wet shorts down far enough to release his throbbing cock.
You bit your lip at the sight of his cock, your pussy clenching around nothing at the anticipation of him fucking you.
Jake lined himself up with you, then pushed himself in.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, pushing him deeper inside of you.
âFuck you feel so good,â he moaned in your ear, having to steady his hands at the side of your head to help fuck into you, âFantasized so much on how good your pussy would feel wrapped around me.â
You had to bite down on your lip to keep your moans from escaping, not wanting to get caught.
Jake had other plans.
His hand reached up to your chin, fingers pulling your lip from your teeth and spreading your mouth open, âOh no sweet thing,â he growled, âYouâve been so vocal before, you arenât going to go quiet now.â
He fucked into your harder, faster, making the car beneath you two shake at his pace, âMoan for me. Moan my name, use that pretty voice of yours.â
You tilted your head to the side, attaching your lips to his ear, moaning out his name.
If you were going to be vocal, it was going to directly be in his ear. And oh man Jake was loving it.
âFuck fuck fuck,â he groans, his fingers trying to keep their grips on the hood from how wet and sweaty he was, from the soap that covered his body making it hard to keep in place. But he didnât care. He was balls deep inside you, you were moaning his name like it was the only word you could speak. He was in heaven fucking an angel.
Jake didnât know how much longer heâd be able to last, your tight cunt was sucking him so good and he was so pussy drunk he knew he wouldnât be able to stop until he was unloading himself into you. His climax was fast approaching, but heâd be damned if he came before you.
His hand flew to your cunt, thumb rubbing circles against your clit and his lips sucking on your soft spot just below your ear and jaw, âCum for me baby,â
Your pussy clenched around him, the sensation and the magic of his fingers was sending you over the edge. Your hands gripped the hood of your car the best they could as you released onto him.
âOh fuck yeah,â he moaned biting your skin, his thrusts slowly coming to a stop as he made one final push, painting your gummy walls white.
Jake placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling out of you and setting your shorts back into place.
Fuck you were a sight to see, looking so fucked out against your car that he just finished washing that now had your and his hand prints all over the hood.
Damn, guess he now has an excuse to have to come back over tomorrow to âwash it againâ or better yet fuck you against it and every car in this garage.
And by the look on your face, Jake knew you were thinking the same thing.
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favorite girls | alex albon x fem! reader x lily muni he!
summary; after y/n says a special fact about her relationship with alex and lily, everyone seems to misinterpret it as her getting in between their relationship. luckily, her boyfriend, girlfriend, and their grid friends are always there to defend her.
fc; emilia mernes
warnings; slut shaming, cursing
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs
note; requested ! i love me some alex n lily
masterlist !
liked by yourusername, lilymhe, and others!
alex_albon: my favorite girls. both of them, always and forever. ( p.s. lily and i made the FIRST move before she realized we loved her after manyyyyy hints and tries )
tagged; yourusername, lilymhe
lilymhe: y/n is such a pretty angel then you added a pic of me in pjs and w my dino
alex_albon: âthatâs my y/n dino i canât leave herđ„șđ„șâ
yourusername: AWE LILSSSS
lilymhe:we gave her so many hints and it wasnât until we kissed her that she finally realized đïžđïž
alex_albon: sheâs so stupidly cute đđ
yourusername: to be fair, lily is just super affectionate and alex is flirty without trying , how was i supposed to knowđ€·ââïžđ€·ââïž
landonorris: when drunk alex and lily kept ranting to me about how much they love you while you were right next to me???
yourusername: i too was tipsy , norris !
yourusername: love u both smđđ my fave ppl in the whole wide world đ„čđ«¶
alex_albon: love you both so much tooâ€ïž
lilymhe: AWEE I LOVE YOUU BOTHđ„č
username: now i see why y/n said lily is like a puppy
username: #y/ndefenderuntildeath liked by alex_albon & lilymhe!
username: theyâre so goals
username: the way they both pulled a bad bitch like y/n really had yâall questioning if they made the first move or not đ
username: y/n honestly has looked happier ever since dating them! and even her aesthetic has been sm more colorful!
username: my parents đ
landonorris: love u guys n all but u guys are gross
yourusername: aweee landooo ( ignoring the last part )
alex_albon: heâs just jealous i have 2 pretty gfs and he has none!
landonorris: LEAVE ME ALONE
username: lily and y/n give me a gay panic
username: idk if i wanna be them or be with them
username: u guys need a fourth?? or a dog??? or a cat??đđ
username: i still donât like y/n. she gives me such an ick. swear she just ruined their relationship.
landonorris: well you give me the ick but you donât see me commenting on your posts! y/n has made lily and alex very happy, so please fuck off.
georgerussell63: y/n is such a sweet girl, ask carmen, or literally anyone else on the grid! sheâs loved by all of us and most importantly, alex and lily love her. frankly, your opinion doesnât matter!
charles_leclerc: we donât know you so it seems like your comment is irrelevant đđđ you clearly donât know alex or lily well enough to know how happy they are with her! keep your irrelevant opinions to yourself next time đ
lilymhe: yeah, what they said!
yourusername: awh, my boyfriends boyfriends are so nice đ©·
alex_albon: gross lando isnât my boyfriend
landonorris: u know u want to babyđđ
alex_albon: stay away from me norizz â
georgerussell63: so iâm your bf? đŠ
charles_leclerc: and me?đ§
lilymhe: that makes carmen and alexandra our gfs LETS GOOOđđ
carmenmmundt: LETS GOOđ€
alexandrasaintmleux: GIRLIES FTWđđđ
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Cinnabon
Summary: (mall rats 7, final part!) Joel ruins a special moment, leading to another stupid argument, leading to him fucking the daylights out of you on his couch. Lovingly.
Tags: AU where yeast is not dead and we can all bake and be happy. Cordyceps is no longer in the flour/sugar either (work with me) Cinnabons, 69, dirty talk, unprotected Piv, creampie because itâs me, strang3lov3. soft dom joel because again, itâs me, strang3lov3. Strange highs and strange lows, thatâs how my love goes. You get it.
A/N: As always, thank you @papipascalispunk for editing â€ïž youâve helped me so much on this series and you have no clue how thankful I am for that. Definitely abusing your talents for the next shit I wanna write! And thank you to everyone whoâs read and reblogged, commented, all of that good stuff. This was a blast to write!!!
This may not be the absolute end of these two, so you might get an update on them here and there, most likely in the form of yet another lovers quarrel. But I have so much stuff planned and I hope you continue to keep up with me â€ïž excited for the new year and to share what else i've been writing with all of you đ©·
Itâs early in the morning in late December when youâre walking up to Joelâs porch, holding a basket full of ingredients and a dusty copy of Betty Crockerâs Cookbook. You knock on the door, no answer. With Joelâs poor hearing, sometimes itâs better to knock on his back door. He seems to hear it better, closer to his bedroom and all that. You make your way to his back door, where you find Ellie quietly opening the window next to the door, no doubt sneaking back from a friendâs house. You startle each other, âEllie, hi,â you say. You wrinkle your nose, she smells like weed. You canât help but smirk.
âOh,â she says, âHi. Iâm notâ Iâm justââ
âI wonât tell Joel,â you smile. Ellieâs staring at your basket of goodies, where one of your lacy Victoriaâs Secret thongs sits on top of a blue Cinnabon apron. âIâm justâŠbaking. For Joel. Are you gonna be home today?â
Itâs Ellieâs turn to smirk at you, as she opens the window the rest of the way and lifts herself inside the house. You hear her heavy footsteps before she unlocks and opens the door for you. âI can disappear,â she replies, âI require payment, though.âÂ
âIâll leave you a plate outside your door.â
âDeal.âÂ
Ellie goes to her room probably to change clothes, and you go toward Joelâs kitchen. âI want two of whatever youâre making,â Ellie calls out before slamming the back door again, probably going back to her friendâs house. That girl certainly knows how to negotiate. You canât help but love her for it.
Joel usually wakes up early, but heâs not on his recliner where you expect him to be. Must be in bed. You smile to yourself, picturing Joel coming downstairs in his pajamas, hair messy and sighing in pleasure at the sweet aroma of butter and cinnamon.Â
Youâre making Cinnabons this morning. Well, cinnamon rolls, as Betty Crocker puts it. When you and Joel were in the Barnes and Noble at the mall picking up books for Jacksonâs library, you had stumbled across Betty Crockerâs Cookbook. Flipping through the pages, you found a recipe for cinnamon rolls and thought back to that first time in the mall with Joel, where he explained what a Cinnabon was, and then lied about his sweet tooth.Â
There were loads of recipes, many interesting pictures too. You brought the book to Joel and pointed at a picture of some odd, translucent dome-shaped food item. He told you it was called Jell-O, and that no one misses it. You wanted to take the cookbook back with you, but there wasnât room in the duffel bag. And you couldnât bear to rip out a single page for one recipe. That would just be cruel.
At the end of the day, you went back to Tommyâs office with Joel. Joel usually walks you home, but he didnât that day. Said he was running late for game night with Ellie, so he took off quickly. Tommy told you heâd walk you home, though.
As you and Tommy went through some of the books, he heard you sigh disappointedly, âWhatâs gotcha down, hon?â
âThere was this book I wanted, but we didnât have room.âÂ
âWhat book?â
âCookbook,â you replied, âI wanted to make a recipe for Joel.âÂ
âAh,â Tommy murmured, flipping through the pages of an old picture book, âWhich recipe?â
âCinnamon rolls.â
âOh man,â Tommy groaned. He checked his watch, then looked at you with a light in his eyes.Â
âIâll take you back there right now to get that book.âÂ
âYouâd do that?â, you asked.
âFor you, of course. But I got my motives. Ya gotta hook me up with some of those rolls.â
There are few things that make you feel as loved and appreciated as when Tommyâs eating your food, showering you in the sweetest compliments and praises. No problem, youâd gladly share your baking with him. So Tommy took you back to the mall. You led him to the bookstore, picked up your book and went on your merry way. Tommy still hadnât gotten to check the mall out for himself, though. So he wandered through the same areas you did, through the food court you and Joel picked through all that time ago. At the Cinnabon stand, he tossed you a blue apron with the word âCinnabonâ embroidered at the chest. âBet ya could make Joel turn bright red with this.â
You picked up what he was putting down immediately. And, thinking about it, you had a lacy thong that would match the apron perfectly. You remembered the blush on Joelâs cheeks as you tried on lingerie at Victoriaâs Secret, how he mumbled something about lingerie being a waste of time before fucking you in the dressing room, still wearing your pretty pink chiffon babydoll. You wondered if faced with a big, gooey cinnamon roll sitting in front of him, and you in nothing but an apron and a thong, heâd still lie about that sweet tooth of his and his disdain for lingerie. Cause for an experiment.Â
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In Joelâs kitchen, you prepare the recipe. You prepped the dough last night, giving it plenty of time to rise. All you have to do this morning is prepare the cinnamon-sugar mixture and the icing. Oh, and put on that apron and thong. Not too hard.Â
Once the rolls are assembled in the pan, you put them in Joelâs oven and change into your little outfit, feeling a little breeze on your bare ass. Good thing Ellieâs gone. As youâre waiting for the rolls to bake, you lean over Joelâs kitchen table and flip through the pages of your cookbook. The Jell-O still has you perplexed.Â
Some time goes by. Youâre reading about the Jell-O, how Betty Crocker said that it was great for parties and baby showers and other things like that. The slam of the glass door behind you startles you. You whip around, and thereâs Joel with bright red cheeks, looking shocked and horrified. Through the glass door, you see Tommy in Joelâs yard. He waves at you, smiling. You wave back.
âJesus Christ,â Joel grumbles, quickly pulling the blinds over the glass door to protect your modesty, âYou gonna explain why youâre bare assed in my kitchen?â
âI thought you were sleeping,â you reply.
âThat doesnât answer my question,â he grumbles, as the egg timer you set prior goes off with a ding. You open the oven and pull out the cinnamon rolls with a pair of potholders, giving Joel a perfect view of your entire ass. âOh my god,â he groans. When you turn around, heâs pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, always so dramatic. You reach for the Pyrex measuring bowl full of icing you prepared and begin drizzling it over the warm cinnamon rolls. âYou drive me fuckinâ crazy. Youâre somethinâ else, you know that? I never know whatââ, Joel stops speaking, and you look back at him once more. Heâs intrigued, eyes wide. The pastry has pulled his attention away from your nearly-bare body. âThose uhâ those cinnamon rolls?â
âCinnabons,â you correct him, pointing to the embroidered logo on your chest, âBut yeahâ cinnamon rolls.â
âRight,â he murmurs, stepping closer to you. He reaches into one of his drawers for a fork and pushes you out of the way.Â
âJoel,â you complain as he steals a bite of the cinnamon rolls, right out of the pan. He blows on it first, careful not to burn his tongue. When he tastes the pastry, his eyes flutter shut. He moans softly. âYou said once that you missed Cinnabons,â you explain, speaking softly. Joel reaches for another bite, right out of the pan.
âMhm,â he mumbles, mouth full of dessert.
âWhatâs the verdict?â
âCinnabonâs better,â he answers plainly.Â
Your face drops. âWhat?â
âYeah thisââ, he takes another bite, âSâno good at all.â
Heâs fucking with you. Probably gonna say something dumb like how you should give him the pan, let him dispose of those no good cinnamon rolls for you. âDick,â you punch his arm for scaring you like that. He doesnât mind.Â
âYou made these for me?â
âYeah,â you say quietly, âFor you.â
âFor me,â he repeats, a soft smile on his face. Youâre kind of baffled at his mood change, but you know what they say about men and food; the way to a manâs heart is through his stomach, all that stuff. He steps closer to you, backing you against the countertop and turning off his oven, still wearing that smile, like he knows something you donât.
âBut I owe Tommy and Ellie one, too,â you continue, voice a little shaky. Youâre nervous, why is he making you nervous? Joel sets his fork down and stares at you, lovingly, tenderly. âI made two batches before this, fucked both of those up. And then I ran out of sugar, actually. Tommy had to steal me some more.â
âI love you.â
His words hit you like a ton of bricks. He says it plainly, no frills. Just out with it.Â
âYou do?â
âMhm,â he hums, âI do. Still would like an answer as to why youâre half-naked, though.â
Your face heats up. What were you saying? The cinnamon rolls, right.Â
âI wasâ I donât know. I had to knead the rolls by hand. The recipe said a stand mixer would be easier, but I didnâtâŠâ, you trail off, feeling a little fuzzy, like you canât think straight, your train of thought slipping away from you, âDidnât have one. I love you too, actually.â
âI know,â he replies softly. He never doubted it for a second. Lord, heâs so handsome. His eyes sparkle more than usual, his fluffy curls untamed. The flannel heâs wearing suits him perfectly, and you canât help but stare, stammering quietly. He reaches for your face with one hand, wrapping the other around your waist and pulling you close to his body, âIâm gonna kiss you now.â
Oh, fuck. You squirm out from his hold, away from the counter he held you against. Joel looks absolutely baffled as you smile sheepishly. âCan you grab me a plate for the Cinnabons?â, you ask, âI need to leave one by Ellieâs door.â
âIâd like to kiss you first, if you donât mind,â he says, walking towards you. You keep walking backwards, around the kitchen table. Joel follows you as you look through his drawers for a spatula, opening and closing cabinets with shaky hands as you try to find a plate. Where are his fucking plates? Joel reaches for your hand to stop you. âWill you let me kiss you?â
âNo.â
âNo?â
âNo.â
Joelâs missing something here. Has to be. You love Joel. Joel loves you. Thatâs been established, just like, two minutes ago. And youâve been intimate with him many times before. The next logical step in this series of very out of order steps would be to kiss you. UnlessâŠâAre you nervous?â, he asks.
âAbout what?â, you ask, âKissing?â
âNo, underwater basket weaving. Yes, kissing,â he sighs, âYou seem nervous.â
âIâm not nervous,â you lie, âIâd just like to be the one to do it first.â
âOh,â Joel replies, still a little confused, âYeah, naturally. Makes sense.â He takes you by the hand and leads you to his living room, sits you on the couch and takes his place next to you. âLay it on me, then.âÂ
âI canât justââ
âYou can,â he interrupts, coaxing you gently, âCome closer.â You scoot closer, but itâs not enough for Joel. Still wearing nothing but a thong and an apron, he lifts you by your ass and places you on his lap. Joel wears an expectant look on his face as you adjust yourself on his lap, feeling so awkward and out of your element. Youâve kissed people before, this should be no big deal. Youâre not sure why youâre so nervous with Joel, especially when youâve done everything else with him.Â
âJoel, Iâ I donât know where to put my hands.â
âRight here,â he whispers, placing your hands on his shoulders, âOr here,â he moves your hands to his jaw, his patchy beard prickly under your fingertips. âWherever you want.â
âI like your shoulders,â you whisper, dropping your hands back to his shoulders. One of your hands slides to the back of his neck, playing with his soft curls.Â
âSâgood,â he says. And oh, his eyes. Brown and so warm, inviting, so beautiful.Â
âClose your eyes,â you demand, intimidated by his stare. âSorry. Close your eyes,â you repeat, softer.Â
âMy bad,â Joel replies, his eyes now shut. Youâve never noticed how pretty his lashes are before now. Theyâre gorgeous, so long. âTheyâre closed now.â
âOkay,â you breathe.Â
âYou got it,â he encourages.Â
God, this is daunting. You close your eyes, lean forwardâŠand smooch him right on the cheek. There. Easy.Â
âDoesnât count,â Joel murmurs through a smile, eyes still closed. Fuck. You adjust yourself on his lap, lean forward andâŠnothing. Joel waits. And waits. And waits.Â
âIâm gonna kiss you now,â you say, trying to will yourself to just do it.
âOkay, sweetheart. You got it,â he whispers. But you donât kiss him yet, and Joel keeps waiting, feeling himself beginning to grow hard as you keep squirming on his lap, adjusting yourself some more. âHon?â
âYeah?â
âAny minute, now.â
âI know,â you say, âIâm gonna kiss you.â But you adjust again. A minute passes with you on Joelâs lap as he waits patiently for you to finally kiss him. Another minute. And then you lean forward and â nothing.Â
âIâm gonna count down from three, and then youâll kiss me. How about that?â
Yeah, sounds like a plan.Â
âOkay,â you reply.Â
âThreeâŠtwoâŠâ, Joel counts, and you prepare once more to kiss him, âOne,â Nothing. Joel sighs, âYouâre killinâ me here.â
âI was about to do it, Joel.â
âUh huh.â
âI was,â you argue, âYou just keep talking andââ
âOh, youâre so full of shit. Youâre the one doinâ most of the talkinâ, like usual.â
âThatâs not true,â you argue, but are interrupted when he opens his eyes. Thatâs not supposed to happen. He wears a mischievous grin as he sits up and his hands begin to slide up your sides. Your already pounding heart begins to beat even harder, faster, because Jesus Christ, he seems like heâs about to kiss you. âWhat are you doing?â
âYa got three more seconds to kiss me. ThreeâŠâ
âJoel, not funny,â you scold as he takes your face in his hands.Â
âTwoâŠâ
Youâre beginning to panic, âJoelââ
And then he fucking kisses you, the bastard! No tongue, just a sweet, gentle peck. Itâs despicable. You shove him back on the couch and glare at him, âYou kissed me!â
âHow awful,â Joel says with mock sympathy before he leans forward and kisses you again. You shove him again, harder.
âYou asshole. I was gonna do it.â
âNo, you werenât,â he replies plainly. He tries to kiss you again, but you keep your hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the couch cushion. Joelâs smirking, but youâre scowling.
âYes, I was.â
âOkay,â Joel laughs, âWe can redo it, then.â
You sigh, âNo, Joel, we cannot redo it. You already ruined it.â
âIs that right?â
âYeah. Thatâs right.â
âShit. Sâtoo bad,â Joel feigns a sympathetic pout as he wraps both hands around your wrists that pin his shoulders, removing them from his body. He pushes your hands behind your back, holding them tightly as he kisses you again. And again, this time a little longer. Your lips begin to slide against his, andâŠgod, theyâre soft. The bastard.
âYouâre ruiningââ
âFor the love of god, youâre drivinâ me fuckinâ nuts,â Joel mumbles against your lips.Â
âI was supposed toââ
âNo. You had your turn. Weâre doinâ it my way now,â Joel says, âThat means,â he kisses you, âMâgonna kiss you,â another kiss, âAnd fuck you,â another kiss, âAs I please, because I love you,â he whispers. He kisses you before he maneuvers you to lay across the couch cushions, now pinning your wrists above your head under just one of his hands âAnd you canât do a thing about it. Got it?âÂ
âIââ
He doesnât let you argue further. Always so stubborn, you. âGood girl. Yeah, you got it,â Joel kisses you again. Itâs different this time. Deeper, hungrier, messier. So much tension, time spent dancing around feelings, and itâs all out there now. His tongue slides past your lips and he tastes like cinnamon and sugar. Youâve been depriving yourself of him for too long. âAnd after all this, Iâm gonna eat some of them cinnabons you made. And I wonât share, either.â
With his free hand, Joel unzips his pants to free his cock. âYou know what you do to me, trouble?â he asks, breathing heavily. âGot me hard as a fuckinâ rock with all that squirminâ ya did instead of kissinâ me,â Joel lifts the bottom of your apron up, exposing yourself to him, already dripping wet as he pulls off your soaked thong. You could have expected the ensemble wouldnât have lasted long. And how are you already wet? One second youâre arguing about a stupid kiss and the next, heâs got you pinned beneath him and youâre dripping. You gasp as Joel gathers your slick with his fingers before stroking his cock, dipping his head back down to kiss you. He kisses your lips sloppily, then your cheek and down your jaw, your neck, nipping at the skin and soothing the marks with his tongue. It feels hot and passionate, and loving and dirty; all the best things at once.Â
âOh, god,â you moan as he kisses further down your body, still stroking his cock. He pauses momentarily to pull the strap of the apron over your head, then lifting your ass to untie the apron in the back. He pulls the fabric away from you quickly, tossing it on the floor. He kisses your chest, dividing his attention equally between your breasts. Pinching, twisting one nipple, kissing and licking the other, then switching. He leaves them wet with his spit as he kisses down your body, stopping before he reaches your pussy. âJoel,â you whine, âPleaseâ need your mouth on me.â
âOh, convenient. Now you want my mouth,â he breathes, teasing you.
âPlease, I need it, need you,â you beg.Â
âWouldnât ya know it, I need your mouth too.â
âSo? Me first.â
âGod, youâre a brat. Nice try,â Joel pulls away from your body, taking off his clothes quickly, âSaid weâre doinâ things my way. Tryinâ somethinâ new today. Scoot,â he motions for you to move to the side. âOn all fours, now. Come on, up,â you scoot to the side where Joel tells you to, slightly confused as you take the position. Joel takes his place next to you, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down to his face. âSit,â he tells you.
âJoel,â you begin to protest. Surely he doesnât want you to actually sit on his face, right?
âYou trust me.â Itâs not a question. He knows you trust him, he knows you know heâll take care of you. Of course he will. His voice is firm, confident, âI need you to sit,â as he pulls your center to his mouth, wasting no time in pressing kisses into your folds, slick and sticky with your growing arousal. Your breasts are pressed against his soft stomach, hands gripping his meaty thighs. Freeing an arm from its place at your hip, Joel wraps his hand around his cock, rock hard with a swollen blushed tip. He uses his other hand to reach for your head, pushing your face towards his member. âTake me in your mouth,â he says. âSee? Weâre compromising. Sâwhat people in love do.â What an asshole.
Wrapping a hand around his thick cock, you guide his tip to your mouth, pressing wet kisses against the smooth skin. He tastes like he always does, familiar and masculine, salty and sweaty, as you trace over his swollen veins with your tongue. Joel groans against your cunt as he parts your lips, your tongue still painting delicate swirls on his skin.Â
âYeah, attagirl,â he praises in a raspy voice, âBest of both worlds, ainât it?â Joel laps at your cunt, moaning softly at the way you taste, your arousal almost as sweet and delicious as your cinnamon rolls from earlier. He keeps you held firm against his face as he licks you, alternating between drawing firm lines with the tip of his tongue and fat stripes with his tongue flattened.Â
âMmmm,â you moan, voice muffled by his cock. Youâve got him as deep as you can take him, your nose nudging his balls slightly as you cup them gently in your hand. Joel surprises you when he dips his tongue into your pussy, tasting every bit of your pussy. You stop what youâre doing, the only thing your mind can focus on is the feeling of his tongue working magic inside you.
He swats your hip, âKnow it feels good, but it goes both ways, sweetheart.â
âPlease, Joel,â you beg.Â
âYou know the rules,â he says, âYou stop, I stop. Keep goinâ, youâre suckinâ my cock so good, sweetheart. So good. Always do, you know that?â You begin to bob your head on his cock once more, Joel rewarding you with wet, sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your pussy. It takes everything you have to focus on his pleasure when he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking gently on the sensitive spot and humming against you. Itâs not long before that familiar feeling begins to build in your stomach, your first orgasm washing over you.Â
You gasp for air, âOh my god, Joel,â as he works you through your climax. Joel never lets up, not once. He keeps sucking, licking your clit, his facial hair tickling your skin and only adding to the overwhelming sensation. Once more, your peak begins to build. âIâmâ fuck, Iâm gonna come again.âÂ
âSâthe fuckinâ point, my love,â Joel mumbles quietly, and you can feel his smirk. Despite the rules, youâre not even sucking his cock anymore, your face instead resting on his body, haphazardly stroking his length as pleasure erupts from your core. Youâre a moaning mess, pussy dripping and soaking Joelâs face.Â
Joel gives you a moment to catch your breath. Underneath you, he places one last kiss right on your clit before he gently slides himself out from your body. Youâre hardly coherent as he meets you once more, this time his face inches above yours, caging you in his arms. His cock bounces between your legs and he leans down to kiss you again. His lips are wet and you can taste your arousal on his tongue. âLook at that, I stole another one,â he taunts.Â
âYouâre a dick,â you breathe against his mouth, your body betraying you as you canât help the smile that forms on your lips.
âYeah, yeah,â and in one swift motion, Joel lines himself up with your entrance and pushes into you. He kisses you again, swallowing your gasp as he parts your insides, letting you feel every inch of him. God, he feels good. Youâll never tire of that stretch, that delicious feeling of being completely full of him.Â
âOh, Joel,â you moan. He pulls out slowly, then slides back in at a harsher pace, grunting when he bottoms out inside of you. He takes both of your hands in his own, pinning them above your head as he rocks his hips. Itâs tender yet dominant, just how everything is with Joel. Just how you like him.Â
âLove this pussy,â he purrs, âAnâ I love you so much,â as he fucks you deeply, intensely. You whimper through his thrusts, each stroke fluid and firm and intentional. He knows your body like his own. âTakinâ me so good, sweetheart. You always do.â
You writhe underneath him, relishing in the pleasure he gives you. His name and sweet whisperings of love are all you can speak, each word coming out in soft, broken cries. The wet, sticky noises of your pussy fill the room, along with your moans and Joelâs grunting, groaning, and heaving breaths. You tilt your head to the side, arms still pinned beneath Joelâs hands. You kiss his wrists and bite his skin there gently.
âCome with me, baby,â he coos, adjusting the angle and finding that sweet spot inside you, that spot he knows and loves. He lets go of your arms, one of his big, masculine hands now on your waist, the other thumbing your clit. âGive me one more, sweetheart.â
Itâs all it takes. His words send you over the edge, your pussy squeezing him, walls fluttering and pulsing with every thrust of his cock. âFuck, Joel,â you whimper as he fucks you through your orgasm. You wrap your legs around his body, the heels of your feet bouncing against his ass, simultaneously pulling him into a tight embrace with your now free arms. Everything about this moment with Joel is perfect, the way he smells, his hot skin, how close and safe you feel with him. It sends Joel over the edge, too. With your name on his lips, your cunt gushing and pulsing around his cock, he spills inside you, painting ribbons of himself deep inside you as he helps you ride out your own climax as long as he can.Â
He pulls out of you with a soft groan. He cleans you quickly with his t-shirt, a warm smile on his lips. He kisses your forehead, then sits back against the couch, catching his breath. You sit up too, and Joel holds out his arm as an invitation for you to curl into his side. Your head resting on his shoulder, you stare at him. All of his beautiful features, warm brown eyes, his smile lines, his aquiline nose. And then, you do it. You kiss him. Long and deep, passionate. Hours could be passing, you donât know.Â
Joel breaks the kiss. He pulls away from you, no longer smiling warmly. Instead, he wears his teasing grin. âFinally,â he smirks. He holds up his hand for a high five. Fucker. You roll your eyes, lifting yourself off the couch and buttoning Joelâs flannel over yourself. You make your way to the kitchen, finding a plate and placing two cinnamon rolls on them. You reach for an old pencil that sits on the window sill, scribbling âEllieâ on a piece of nearby scratch paper and leaving it next to the plate. A deal is a deal, after all.Â
âDonât leave me hanginâ, now,â Joel calls out to you from the living room. You turn around and heâs waving his hand, nagging you about his abandoned high five.Â
You flip him off. Asshole.Â
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Lando and poppy on stream plz
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đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: lando wants to introduce his little flower to the world, what better way to do that then on stream..
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: none, very fluffy cute dad!lando
đ/đ§: i love these two so muchđđ
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Lando was giddy, like a kid in the candy store as he watched you carefully, leaning against the doorframe with 2 week old Poppy resting quietly in your arms. She was wearing the cutest little bear fuzzy onesie from Cisca, she looked so adorable.
âAlright chat, so today finally iâve gotten permission from the missus to introduce you to little norrisâ
You could see the chat blowing up on his twitch, heart eyes and excitement filling his screen as he laughed
âYeah yeah, youâre all luckyâŠfirst people to see my petal tooâ
âYou should all be thanking me chat.â you spoke up coming closer to the double monitor set up
Smiling as you watched the chat fill with thank youâs and congratulations, Landoâs fans really were so sweet and youâd enjoyed keeping her a secret for the two weeks, enough to let Lando introduce his baby girl to the world.
âIâll hand her over to her daddy and pull a chair upâ you stated softly, placing Poppy into the waiting arms of her dad. Lando waiting for you to slide over in a second chair before smiling and letting the camera see a very curious Poppy
âChat, this is Poppy NorrisâŠPoppy this is chatâ
Messages were pouring in from everyone on the stream:
user1: STOP IT SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE LANDO
user34: CONGRATS MAMAđ©·
user8: the bear onesie!!!
user1677: I CANT BELIEVE LANDO IS A DADđ
Messages pouring in from everywhere, a smile never leaving your face as you leaned over to press a kiss to Poppyâs head
âThanks chat, sheâs very special to us, we are so luckyâ
Lando nodded, looking over at you, nothing but love and adoration in his eyes
âIâm definitely the luckiest man on the planet thatâs for sureâ
The two of you stayed talking on stream for a good forty minutes before Poppyâs face scrunched up and she let out a pitiful sounding whine, alerting Lando
âOh okayâŠitâs okay my love..getting hungry?â he cooed softly, stroking her cheek, the stream going crazy at the soft moment between father and daughter
âAlright, iâll take her to feed her, it is getting towards her lunchâŠbut iâm sure youâll all see Poppy and Lando moreâ
Lando nodded before holding her up for you to take, cries escaping her lips as soon as you walked out of the room, the sound of you shushing and humming still being picked up on the microphone.
âSheâs my world..they both areâŠanyway chat, Iâm going to head off and spend some more time with my girlsâŠsee you soon!â
He didnât waste anytime logging off and making his way to find you, his heart happy after introducing his little flower to the world.
The flower heâd forever cherish and hold close for as long as he lived.
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opposite âą aa23 à©â©â§âË
she looks nothing like me so why do you look so happy? now I think I get the cause of it, you were holding out to find the opposite.
à©â©â§âË pairings || alex albon x singer!reader, alex albon x lily muni he
à©â©â§âË genre || social media au
à©â©â§âË summary || based on sabrina carpenter's opposite. after an abrupt break up, alex begins to show of his new relationship while reader reflects on their relationship.
alt. he was holding out to find the opposite
à©â©â§âË warning || sad, kind of alex hate but also not idk
à©â©â§âË a/n || ok ok first ever alex fic i hope u guys like! also absolutely no lily hate, sheâs my fave fr but anything that seems like lily hate is just plot purpose i love her! i also never use blonde face claims but for the purpose of the song narrative i thought it made sense x
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yourusername đ
tagged alex_albon
username34 the cutest couple evaaaaa
williamsracing our favouritesđ
‷ yourusername love you admin
username72 mum&dqd frfr
carmenmmundt linda đ©”
alex_albon candid đ
‷ yourusername fuck off
georgerussell63 resorting to shirtless pics. shameless albono đŠ
‷ alex_albon taking a page out of your book georgie
‷ yourusername im not complaining đ
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yourusername recent flicks
tagged alex_albon
username71 y/n in the studio!!!
‷ username18 are we finally getting new music?!
francisca.cgomes đđđ
username2 alex on the vespa w his helmet đ«
landonorris ugly shoe twins
‷ yourusername ugly papaya twins @oscarpiastri
‷ oscarpiastri wtf-
rachelzegler u finally got ur ass back in the studio đ
carmenmmundt eres hermosa đ©·
‷ yourusername đđđ
alex_albon my beautiful girl
‷ yourusername gag
‷ alex_albon ig ill just fuck off then
‷ yourusername also so you are on ur phoneâŠ
‷ alex_albon my phone is on dnd baby đ©
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alex_albon lately with my lady đ
tagged yourusername
username17 albon winning everyday
francisca.cgomes run away with me @yourusername
‷ yourusername im coming baby
‷ username10 fork found in kitchen
danielricciardo albon.jpg when?
username4 sheâs so cutieful
username12 height difference đ«
username6 backwards cap alex u do things to me
liked by yourusername
yourusername this is really sweet âčïž
‷ alex_albon gag
f1 the dynamic duo of our dreams đïžđ€
liked by username8, username91, and 24,098 others
f1updates happy 6 year anniversary to our fave couple!
tagged alex_albon, yourusername
username1 holy shit SIX YEARS?!
username23 all the people who said sheâs only with him for money and fame finding out sheâs been with him since b4 f1 and theyâve known eachother since high school
‷ username4 he dropped out so�
‷ username23 sorry i shouldâve clarified i meant like teenagers bc it was when y/n was in high school, they met bc her brother did karting with alex
username46 alex and his peace sign are unstoppable
username3 their height difference has moved me
‷ username8 tall bf and his 3xđ tall gf
username61 betting on a đ this year
‷ username43 same theyâre sooo endgame
username12 if they break up love is dead
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alex_albon happy anniversary bunny đ°â€ïž
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yourusername love u loser
yourusername my honey bear đ„°
‷ alex_albon your duality
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yourusername happy anniversary to my favourite person, six years around the sun with the love of my life. to the person who makes me laugh and smile,, i will never stop writing songs about my eternal muse. to forever with you â€ïž
tagged alex_albon
username81 oh god iâve never felt more single
carmenmmundt my faves â€ïž
username9 parentssss
francisca.cgomes happy anniversary to the most talented brilliant amazing wonderful person i know and her chauffeur đ
georgerussell63 howâve you dealt with him for that long? đł
‷ yourusername heâs been your boyfriend much longer x
username8 i will never stop writing songs about my eternal muse GOD WHEN IS IT MY TURN
‷ username71 oh to be y/n y/l/nâs muse
username44 SIX YEARS?! i remember her first tour when she adjusted all the dates to follow the f2 calendar đ„č
username02 wish my camera roll looked like that
‷ williamsracing ours lowkey does đ
albon_pets happy anniversary y/nđ° and alex đŒ! letâs get nandos to celebrate âŁïž
natalie_pinkham question finally popped?! đ
‷ yourusername not yet! hahaha
‷ username19 six years and no ringâŠ
username92 come on albono put a ring on it
username7 donât know how albon pulled it off but he better lock it down soon
username5 bro propose already
username42 i feel bad for y/n
‷ username16 she should cut her losses
username16 how has he not gotten down on one kneee yet jesus
username63 STILL NOT RING?
2 weeks later
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yourusername know itâs for the better đ«€
username71 waiting room lyrics? i fear parents have divorced
username23 do we think they broke up?
‷ username63 donât even joke lad
username11 have they broken up?
username17 they havenât posted or been seen together and they unfollowed⊠i think itâs over
phoebebridgers đ©¶
luisinhaoliveira99 pretty girl â€ïžâđ„
username45 sheâs in the studio so on the up side new music?
‷ username12 remember when she said no more break up songs bc shes over the past and has nothing to be sad about in her relationship welp
francisca.cgomes banger songâŠ
‷ yourusername tiktok fix you mashup is even better đ
username27 NOOO THIS IS NOT FOR THE BETTER
username3 all i can think of is y/n commenting about the coldplay remix bc like âtears stream down your face when you lose something you can not replaceâ
‷ username81 gonna end it all
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alex_albon abu dhump âïžout team âïžwe UP
tagged williamsracing
landonorris she broke
‷ alex_albon đ€Ł
‷ username1 wtf.
‷ username17 this is not the same man that said y/n was the light of his life and sometimes the only good thing about it
username17 all men are the same.
username13 i reckon heâs salty y/n wouldnât wait for him to be ready
username6 u were meant to be different ALEX
username52 could commit to a six year relationship but not marrying her⊠yeah ok
username17 yeah YOUR up
georgerussell63 congrats on the season mate mustâve had a great support system đ
‷ username10 man is livid
‷ username67 heâs basically lost one of his closest friends bc his best friend strung her along for over half a decade
‷ username2 hmm i agree obviously it seems alex was the reason they broke up but acting like he didnât love y/n is kinda crazy
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alex_albon tis the sea-sun đ
landonorris all those bags for one?
‷ alex_albon donât pack light đ
‷ username82 thereâs no fucking way
username81 guys itâs probably just a friend lol
username15 weird but ok
username17 they broke up let him move on đ
‷ username27 two weeks agoâŠ
username09 rip
username8 no way heâs already moved on
username27 guys this could just be a friendly trip like there are other people there as well
username61 y/nâs gone MIA and alex is out posting his thai land holiday
‷ username7 people process things in different ways
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lilymhe đđčđ
username81 this is the girl in alexâs post?
username11 pretty!
username23 liked by alex albonâŠ
username09 slaying the off season đ
username7 who is this girl?
‷ username4 sheâs an american pro golfer in the lpga
carmenmmundt đ
‷ username71 rip parents are divorced and i think alex got gr and carmen
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alex_albon new year new goals
username45 new year new gf lol
username6 albon tryna soft launch?
landonorris simp
username11 i wonder how y/n feelsâŠ
‷ username3 this has to be a blow to the heart
‷ username17 hope she has him blocked
williamsracing ready for the new szn albono đ
username11 lily wearing his helmet âčïž
‷ username4 same one y/n used to useâŠ
‷ username88 how do u know itâs her
‷ username13 just guessing
username18 fucking hell
username61 and they told me people grieve in different waysâŠ
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yourusername happy new year đ been locked in the studio đ€
username72 girl tryna play it cool but the tolerate it lyrics giving her away fr
username25 SIX YEARS
username42 sheâs been locked in the studio while alex is out soft launching his new relationship lol
‷ username7 new album about to hit
francisca.cgomes dress đ
username61 âsome boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the worldââŠ
username7 some people making it sound like alex never lived y/n
‷ username63 no i think itâs that he seemed to love we so much but his actions compared to y/n are very odd
carmenmmundt feliz año nuevo đ©·
‷ username71 phew theyâre still friends
username71 y/n out of hiding!!! đ„č
username6 rep era đ€
‷ username23 more like ttpd đł
albon_pets happy new year y/n đ°đ„ł
‷ username18 sheâs still their bunny đ
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lilymhe âŁïž
emmaraducanu wag duties âïž
‷ lilymhe đđ„°
username17 yeah this really hit,, lowkey missing y/n
username7 sheâs in bahrain?! welp
username55 awww sheâs wearing his merch đ„č
‷ username6 so cute sheâs wearing the merch his ex gf helped design xx
username12 ok i love y/n but lily is soooo pretty
username63 new wag!
carmenmmundt love
williamsracing đ
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f1updates new f1 couple confirmed! pro golfer and rumoured girlfriend of alex albon spotted in the paddock for the first time seemingly confirming the couples status. there is a lot of discourse among fans regarding how quick the williams driver has moved on from his last relationship with singer y/n y/l/n, the pair were together for six years after abruptly splitting following their six year anniversary.
tagged alex_albon, lilymhe
username63 i mean theyâre cute but i miss y/n
username17 so cute đ much better suited to eachother
‷ username82 i love that theyâre both athletes so they understand each other more
username99 she matches alexâs energy đ
username44 he looks so happy đ„č
username13 cute couple
username1 they will last i think
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alex_albon bahrain tested: car â
food â
greens â
tagged lilymhe
username71 HARD LAUNCH
lilymhe need to work on that swing
‷ alex_albon yeah you should
‷ lilymhe oh!
lilymhe pretty sweet caddy đ„°
williamsracing things we like to see đȘ
username2 awww theyâre so cute
username14 couple goals
username23 parents â€ïž
username2 theyâre perfect together
landonorris đ„
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yourusername if i donât laugh ill cry xx
francisca.cgomes sabes q Ă©s linda?
‷ yourusername i love u
username1 prettiest
username09 stop she defs saw alexâs post
username23 all men do is lie
carmenmmundt â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
logansargeant sunscreen?? đ§Ž
‷ yourusername so funny logs
‷ username2 their friendship đ„°
username7 i feel so bad for her
username16 everyone breaks up she should get over it
username12 six yearsâŠ
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lilymhe triple M dump đČđšđšđŠđșđž with some âłïž in between
tagged alex_albon
username71 oh my god sheâs the most beautiful girl in the world
alex_albon my beautiful girl
alex_albon wow đ€©
alex_albon prettiest in the universe bunny
‷ lilymhe đ°â€ïž
‷ username62 THEY HAVE HIT THE PENTAGON
‷ username3 heâs so?! not the bunny nickname⊠have some shame albono
username45 rip
username82 she is out of this world đ
username43 idk if anyone knows what im talking about but i remember this interview a couple of years ago where alex said his celeb crush was this one tv actress, ive forgotten her name but i remember she looked exactly like lily does
‷ username6 his perfect type đ„°
‷ username47 remember who he was with thenâŠ
‷ username82 my girl y/n catching strays all the time
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yourusername i scream inside to deal with it like AHHHAEGEGBDBDHEHJEJDNXNJE
tagged oliviarodrigo
username45 girl is going through it
username22 âyouâre the only girl iâd ever wantâ yeah ok liar
liked by yourusername
oliviarodrigo girl-
‷ yourusername happier, pretty isnât pretty, & stranger is a lethal lineup. donât ask why i know⊠đ
‷ username42 wooh deadly combo
‷ username25 just two âteenageâ girls who make the most gut wrenching twisted experiences sound like fairy dust
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username5 bunny nickname was sacred i canât believe this đ
username16 last slide is so real girl đ©
francisca.cgomes validddd
username11 i really donât think sheâs taking all of this very well
‷ username18 u think?!
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alex_albon happiest with my girl
tagged lilymhe
username23 day b4 y/nâs birthdayâŠ
‷ username45 he knows what heâs doing
username28 heâs never looked happier than with lily đ„°
lilymhe my silly boy
landonorris whippeddd
username67 pinterest couple đ
username18 i love that they seem like best friends as well
username61 i want what they have âčïž
username77 his girl awwww
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yourusername opposite out now đđ°
username23 the golf fit and bunny emoji SHES MESSY!
alexandrasaintmleux trop belle đ©·
username8 nah not the golf outfit when his current gf is a pro golferâŠ
username17 âshe looks nothing like me so why do you look so happy?â after his ig post rlly hits
username13 i wanna hug her đ«
username62 really her eternal museâŠ.
username37 does she step out the spotlight so u bathe in it? GAGGED HIM
‷ username2 righttt like especially since when they were together she was always the more famous one and he was the bf
georgerussell63 đ€©
‷ username11 alex may be his best mate but he hast to stan
username16 âiâll never stop writing songs about youâ well she didnât lie-
username34 them always joking about how alex was a bad texter but now heâs with lily heâs suddenly the fastest replier âčïž
‷ username9 âoh so u can reply just to not meâ đ«€đ«€
carmenmmundt so good â€ïž
‷ yourusername ily
francisca.cgomes TRYNA TAKE IT AS A COMPLIMENT ITS KINDA FEELING LIKE THE OPPOSITE
‷ yourusername my best friendddd
username8 u were holding out to find the opposite is CRAZY
username92 âyou knew i would see thatâ đčđč
username6 âface like that other girl your in love withâ OH OH OH
username63 âi know now even if i tried to change that somehow youâd end up with her anywayâ alex albon when i catch you
username77 âwhen you said iâm beautiful was i bein lied to?â SHUT UP
‷ username6 when heâd call her the prettiest in the universeâŠ
username23 just rip my heart out and stomp all over it
2 years later
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yourusername recents flicks x
username17 oh my god that dress is everything
username4 her and drew đ„°
drewstarkey đ
username8 i really think sheâs finally healed and that makes me so happy
alexandrasaintmleux can still hear charles singing sky fall đ
‷ yourusername remind me to never give him the mic at karaoke again
‷ username45 so happy they still keep in touch
‷ username92 yeah same but i also miss her and carmen&george
‷ username67 what happened? đ
‷ username92 well nothing specific but they stayed friends after her and alex broke up but i guess it just got kind of complicated and now the only interactions were really see of them is them liking each others posts
francisca.cgomes that dresssss lindaaa đ©·đ
username62 pretty
username17 awww her and drew look adorable
‷ username4 idk i still think sheâs trying to find someone to recreate what she had with alex and it still hasnât work but drew is the closest sheâs come
‷ username23 all while heâs still with the girl he got with like two weeks after they broke up
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alex_albon she said yes! i canât believe i get to marry my dream girl, as soon as i saw your face i knew i was gonna marry you. forever us, i love you đ°
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username81 WHAT?!
username62 oh my god i would hate to be y/n rn
username12 after 2 years⊠but strung y/n along for 6 with not even a hint of a ring
‷ username1 when yk yk i guess
georgerussell63 congrats mate x
carmenmmundt â€ïž
username72 y/n y/l/n found screaming crying
‷ username3 y/n is unbothered,, she has a man and is sooo over alex
lilymhe canât wait to marry you,, to forever with you â€ïž
‷ username17 âto forever with youâ i want to kms thatâs exactly what y/n said on her last post w alex
alexandrasaintmleux congrats you guys âșïž
‷ username4 oh to be in kika alex and y/nâs gc right now
landonorris ggggg
username71 this has to be slap in the face to y/n
albon_pets congrats alex đŒ and lily đ° we love you guys â€ïž
‷ username44 albon pets using the bunny emoji for lily now when it was always for y/n is heartbreaking
username5 yellow cab light theory đ
‷ username77 ??
‷ username5 i just remember in satc miranda saying men are like cabs: âWhen they're available, their light goes on. They wake up one day and decide they're ready to settle down, have babies, whatever, and they turn their light on. The next woman they pick up â boom! That's the woman they marry.â
‷ username14 yeah it also about how love isnât about commitment but rather timing lolllll
‷ username77 ohhhh so alexâs âlightâ turned on after breaking up with y/n and itâs not that heâs more committed to lily but rather the timing is better for him than it was w y/n?
‷ username5 basically đł
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yourusername you were holding out to find the opposite đđ°
username61 they have hit the pentagon (again)
username1 oh my girl i thought weâd moved on
username73 sheâs still at the restaurant đ
username9 posting this while she has a whole ass bf đ
‷ username88 she gafff about that man in comparison to alex,, alex hung the stars for her
username23 âhow am i supposed to close the door when i still need the closure?â
username14 âi saw you met somebody and im jealous as hell that i canât even stomach loving somebody elseâ farkkkk they still kill me
‷ username9 itâs been 2 years and she still canât stomach it đ«€đ«€đ«
francisca.cgomes â€ïž
username18 people using lyrics from emails i canât send rn is making me want to cry âčïž
alexandrasaintmleux belle đ©·
username42 THE BUNNY NOOO
username16 everyone saying sheâs moved on and doesnât care obviously doesnât remember how hard the break up hit for her like she was in love with that man
‷ username45 they were meant to grow old together âčïž
‷ username33 âi care but i donâtâ
username62 he did end up w her anywayâŠ.
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first alex fic!!! definitely not the last but pls let me know what you think xx
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TWIN HUGHES â LUKE HUGHES
part of the lukeâs gf au !
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dolly.notparton life the past 9 monthsâŠ. thank you for sharing your birthday @/jackhughes đ€ pretty sweet of you
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jackhughes not like i had a choice, the twins were coming out whether i wanted to share a birthday or not
dolly.notparton i spent the last 9 months of my life making your presents, you could at least act thankful!
jackhughes do they come with a receipt?
dolly.notparton THATS YOUR NIECE AND NEPHEW YOUâRE TALKING ABOUT, YOU UNGRATEFUL SWINE!
jackhughes wtf is a swine?
dolly.notparton god you shouldâve gone to college
dylanduke25 TWIN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!
dolly.notparton oh my god, they can say that and MEAN IT! DYLAN YOURE A GENIUS!
edwards.73 i donât think anyone has ever said that about duker and meant it
dolly.notparton @/edwards.73 be nice to my dyl pickle
edwards.73 iâd be a lot nicer if you didnât give me ammo by calling him things like âdyl pickleâ
lhughes_06 so grateful for this little family weâve created â€ïž
dolly.notparton i l*ve you <3
lhughes_06 did you just censor the word âloveâ?
dolly.notparton maybe you would get the uncensored version if you hadnât left your extremely pregnant girlfriend for hockey? idk, just a thought
jackhughes get him dolly!
lhughes_06 @/jackhughes stay out of this
_quinnhughes dolly and her dolls đ©·đ iâm so happy for you guys. i know youâll make amazing parents
dolly.notparton quinny, i love you tremendously. hurry up and finish in the playoffs so you can meet your niece and nephew đ€
_quinnhughes i love you too but iâm not âhurryingâ anything, iâve got the cup in mind
dolly.notparton so you hate me and my children
_quinnhughes thatâs not at all what i just said
dolly.notparton i can guarantee thatâs exactly what you just said
lhughes_06 please donât fight her on this, sheâs tired and just pushed out two babies and i know sheâll find a way to be angry at me about this too
_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 so i should fight her on this? heard. @/dolly.notparton check your texts
elblue6 my babies and my grandbabies đ
dolly.notparton love you mama el!! canât wait for you to come see the twins!
curtislazar95 god help us, theyâre multiplying
dolly.notparton maybe iâll make a whole hockey team of them
curtislazar95 20 sarcastic poodle haired bambi skaters with insatiable appetites
john.marino97 congratulations, guys! iâm happy to hear it was a happy and healthy birth story
dolly.notparton theyâll love their uncle johnny because heâs a twin just like them đ€
john.marino97 i can teach them all about being a twin
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lhughes_06 Milo Oliver Hughes; May 14th 2024, 3:16pm
Luella Grace Hughes; May 14th 2024, 3:20pm
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dolly.notparton we made those
lhughes_06 fuck yeah we did! we did fantastic!
dolly.notparton and jack tries to say i canât cook!
jackhughes because you canât. you burned water. HOW DO YOU BURN WATER?
dolly.notparton @/jackhughes do you see what i cooked up inside of me?! you cried when you saw them!
jackhughes that was between us!
dolly.notparton @/jackhughes and now itâs between us and lukeâs 185k followers and probably all of twitter! đ«¶
user72 ARE YOU TELLING ME SHEâS BEEN PREGNANT FOR NINE MONTHS AND NONE OF US NOTICED?!
user93 OH MY GOD! LUKEâS A DILF
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markestapa SHOW ME THE BABIES!
lhughes_06 if youâd check the groupchat for once, youâd see the babies
markestapa oh
markestapa OH THEYâRE SO CUTE! YOU GUYS DID GOOD
lhughes_06 thanks stop sign! đ
edwards.73 congrats guys đ€
lhughes_06 thanks eds đ€
dolly.notparton this is a birth announcement not a damn frat party photo dump, you guys could add some hearts or at least a damn smiley face!
edwards.73 @/dolly.notparton no đ€
dawson1417 congratulations! canât wait to meet them next season!
njdevils gift basket coming your way! đcongratulations!
user20 TWINS đ„čđ«¶
rutgermcgroarty swimmers be swimming
lhughes_06 đââïžđââïž
dolly.notparton do guys think or do they just do?
user85 so not only is luke the youngest hughes brother, but heâs also the only one in a long-term relationship and the first one to have kids⊠jack and quinn better step it up
user03 they kept this a secret for nine months and then really just pulled a âSURPRISE!â on us?! he played hockey all the way up until the birthâ they dropped NO hints
nhl congratulations luke and y/n!
_quinnhughes proud of you two and how much youâve grown â€ïž not little kids chasing each other around with bugs and porcelain dolls anymore, are ya?
lhughes_06 nope, all grown up. in the league with 2 kids now! thanks bro
dolly.notparton not my fault he was scared of my dolls! have i mentioned that he made me get rid of them when i moved in?
_quinnhughes @/dolly.notparton once or twice a day, yeah
dolly.notparton those were my babies đ
lhughes_06 @/dolly.notparton i just gave you 2 new babies⊠the real kind
dolly.notparton luke, you genius! i can get luella porcelain dolls!
lhughes_06 @/dolly.notparton NO! THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT!
_quinnhughes @/dolly.notparton look in the attic when you get home đ
lhughes_06 THOSE DEMON THINGS HAVE BEEN UP THERE THE WHOLE TIME?!
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Why Is It Wrong, If It Feels So Right?
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Summary: Joel has doubtsâŠ
Pairing: NoOutbreak!DBF!Joel x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)
Genre: Smut with Angst and a fluffy ending
Warnings: Daddy kink, morally ambiguous Joel, age gap (20/56), unprotected piv (donât be silly, wrap your willy)
Word Count: 875
A/N: Happy 49th Birthday Mr Pascal!! đ©·đ©·đ©· I love this man to my entire end, honestly heâs my comfort in these times đ I hope he knows how much he means to me and lots of others.
He shouldnât be doing this. God, he watched you grow up, itâs wrong, itâs so so wrong. Youâve just come back from college, and here you are, underneath him, moaning as he pounds into you like itâs the civil war and a doctor is on the way to mutilate him. He knows what people would say if they found out, youâre only so young, nothing past a child. His best friendâs baby girl, getting drilled into by a man who has never felt so good in his life then he did in that moment.
âJoel?â The whimper ends off with a question, Joel slows his thrusts ever so slightly.
âWhat is it baby?â His voice is soft, gentle, and a groan escapes his lips as you clench slightly.
âYou seem upset,â You mumble, looking up at him. âDid i do something?â
âOh Angel, no no,â He whispers. âYou didnât do nothing wrong.â You nod and moan slightly as Joel changes the position, pulling you around so now heâs against the headboard with you on his lap and heâs thrusting up from underneath. âJust in my own head, darlinâ, tell you after.â
âPromise?â
âPromise sweet girl,â He whispers against your shoulder, his thrusts coinciding with your grinding, and he groans. âFuck babygirl, gonna make me cum.â
âMe too, daddy,â You whimper. God that word, heâd heard you say it so many times in his life, when you were a kid, and then just recently when he would fuck you into tomorrow. You knew it got him there, that it was practically a cheat code in his system in making him cum. But today was different; from the overwhelming emotion, he would be crying if your pussy wasnât so tight.
âCum for me baby, cum for me,â He whispers. He feels your cunt clench around him and then spasm as you shake before falling against him, his hand rubbing against your back.
He canât cum. Not right now.
As if like magic, his cock falls out and goes soft. This hasnât happened before, ever. Heâs somehow managed to turn himself off. Maybe it was easier because heâs older.
You make a confused squeak as he rolls you off him, and he pulls his sweatpants back on.
âJoel?â Your meek voice came from the bed, and your hands reached his firm bicep, he feels your cheek press against his back. âYou didnât cum.â He shakes his head.
âItâs fine, baby,â He whispers and kiss the side of your head.
âNo, I wannaââ
âDarlinâ, leave it, alright,â He says, his voice stern and angry. But it wasnât at you, no, he couldnât ever get angry at you, not when you were looking at him the way you were looking at him now. âI have to goâŠâ
âYou promisedâŠâ Your quiet voice almost whimpered as he stood up to leave, grabbing his Tshirt from the floor. âYou promised youâd tell me what was wrong.â Joel squeezes his eyes shut, and pinches the bridge of his nose. âWas it me?â
Joel turns on his foot, grabbing one of his shirts that heâs left here over the week, and he pulls it over your head.
âBaby, itâs never you,â He whispers and kisses your forehead. âItâs just me, thinking too much.â You look so small in his shirt, and he sighs.
âThen can you tell me?â You ask, sad, big eyes looking up at him, as if a puppy begging for a treat. âJoel, please.â
âBabygirl⊠you just⊠youâre too good for me⊠and Iâm⊠Iâm too old for you, Iâm a bad man,â Joel whispers, his hand presses against your cheek.
âNo, youâre not-â You started before he shushed you.
âIâm too old for you sweetheart, thereâs no doubt about that,â Joel kneels in front of you. âAnd your dad-â
âJoelâŠâ You sigh. âWeâve had this conversation, so many times, and weâve always come out with the same conclusion⊠Why is it wrong, if it feels so right? Thatâs what you said to me, the first time.â
âI know but-â
âBut what? But⊠I donât turn you on anymore? But you donât find me attractive? Youâre just here out of pity?â You ask.
âNo, baby- god, no!â Joel shakes his head. âI just⊠I feel so bad⊠knowing your father is right next door. I love you but that adrenaline of being caught doesnât excite me anymore, it scares me, to no end.â
There was a moment of silence as you looked at him.
âYou love me?â You say.
âWhat?â Joel replies, his cheeks flushing red under his greying beard.
âYou love me!â You smile as you stand up and then you laugh. âYou said that you love me.â
âAlright, have your fun,â Joel sighs, crossing his arms as you dance around, chanting the same three words, that he loves you. Though, he canât help the smirk that appears on his face. It goes for a few minutes, before you settle, panting and walking back to his feet.
âI⊠I love you too,â You smile, still breathing heavily; Joel smiles widely at you.
âYou do?â
âI do⊠I love you so so much.â Joel wraps you in his arms.
âMy girl⊠I love you too.â
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heyyy can i request some sfw/nsfw hcs for alex karev?
thank you đđđ
Dating Alex Karev headcanons
Paring: Alex Karev x Grey!reader
Summary: headcanons about dating Alex Karev -SMUT warning
A/n: I had fun writing this one :)
đ©·MasterList ML2 đ©·Dating Mood Board
Enemies to lovers kinda...
Your first encounter with him was your first day intern year. His locker was next to yours and you could feel him staring at you as he sat on one of the benches.
ânice tattoosâ he smirked, shining a flashlight on your tattooed covered arm. Before you could replie, your Cousin Meredith pulled you away. âdon't talk to herâ she said a little too defensively
You and Alex butted heads a lot at first, you didn't like his attitude and you thought he was a total ass. Then you thought you were ridiculous for thinking he was hot.
After a few months you guys did become buddies. You'd make dark or dirty jokes together.
He would ignore his feelings for you. He knew you deserved better and he didn't want to add anymore darkness to his life.
He really didn't start showing his softer side until your aunt Elis came to the hospital. You opened up to him about how your aunt adopted you, but never really cared about you. He wanted to tell you about his crapy childhood, but wasn't ready to open up just yet.
He was just ready to be your shoulder to cry on.
You did ended up going to the hospital prom together. You asked him. âyou wanna crash the prom together?â he down played his excitement, he was over the moon excited on the inside but on the out side he shrugged and said this nonchalantly: âsure, I guess we'll suffer togetherâ
But that he wasn't suffering at all, he was so happy to have you in his arms all night. And for the first time he didn't care he was showing his softer side to the hospital. He just enjoyed himself and danced with you most of the night. âwow, Alex Karev can danceâ
He just smirked and twirled you, he brought you back to his chest shaking his head playfully. âShut upâ
The first song you guys danced to was Jeff Healey's Angel Eyes, it would later be your guys song. At first he'd never admit out loud how much the word hit him right in the heart, lyrics like:
'There's just one more thing that I need to know, If this is love why does it scare me so? It must be somethin' only you can see, 'Cause girl I feel it when you look at me'
You weren't gonna tell him how nervous you felt to be there with him, you never went to your high school prom. It was nice to be surrounded by all the fairy lights and dance with a guy you've liked for a long time. Alex did catch on quickly and wanted to know what was on your mind. âwhat's wrong?â
You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed. âthis is my first prom... I never really experienced my high school promâ Alex looked suprised. âwhy's that?â
âno guy ever really liked me or found me attractive enough to give me a chance... I was kinda of a geek back thenâ
âthoes guys are idiots. I would have killed to be with someone like you in high schoolâ
You definitely saw something there in him that wasn't there before. You knew he was more than just a closed off jerk and that night only confirmed it. That same night he kissed you.
The kiss wasn't rough like you expected, it was gentle and sweet. He held the side of your face and kissed like you were the only person he wanted.
After that night he constantly flirted with you, making you blush or smirk.
Even when you started dating he would intentionally give you awful pick up lines just to make you laugh. âI hope you know CPR âcuz you just took my breath awayâ
âAlex... We're dating you don't need pick-up linesâ he would just shrug and kiss your cheek. âI know, I just like making you laughâ
He's a total softy around you. He might seem like an ass to everyone else and people(especially George) might not understand why your with him, but he treats you like a queen.
Meredith did put the fear of god in him when you started dating. Like really did, Meredith and him were in a OR and she was holding a scaple and threatening his life when she found you and Alex were dating. âcalm down, Mer. You think I'm gonna lose the most amazing thing in my lifeâ
You were glad he was such a good friend to Izzie, especially when she lost Denny, but you couldn't help but be worried about their friendship later on. You and Alex had learned the hard way to be open with each other, so when it become a problem you decide to talk to him. âyour just friends... Right?â you asked nervously. Alex gave a confused look and before he could awnser you talked over him in a nervous pace. âbecause she's a Model, Alex... She tall, blonde, and Beautiful... Any guy would want her... I'm short, I have tattoos, and dyed hairâ
Alex cut you off by gently holding your face in his hands. âyour what I want... Got it? I think your sexy as hell... And as for the dye job and tattoos I think is beautiful on youâ
If your in the kitchen cooking he's under your feet sampling everything. It's even worse when you get a dog because you have to move around them both. âAlex, quit eating! I'm trying to cookâ
âwoman, I'm hungry!â
He probably didn't get decent home cooked meals till he started dating you. He loves your cooking.
When there's nothing on TV you'll watch old re-runs of Walker Texas Ranger. Which leads to walker and Chuck Norris inside jokes.
You also had conversations that's only normal to you two. Your friend learned that when you guys were in a OR gallery eating chips and ignoring the sugury. âwho'd win in a fight Walker or Patrick Swayze?â
âif we're talkin' 'Road House' Swayze then, Patrickâ Alex replied like it was the most obvious thing.
âbut Chuck Norris knows martial artsâ you reminded Alex. âbut Swayze ripped a guy's throat out in 'Road house' â Alex fired back. Alex loves 'Road house', it has Swayze and Jeff Healey(who sings your guys song).
âweirdest conversationâ Izzie said, over hearing it. âalwaysâ Meredith added.
You guys stay in Derek's trailer for a bit and it wasn't a good experience for either one of you. He hates bears and you hate Snakes. âAlex! There's a fucking snake in the porch!â
âI'm not going out there! there's bears out there too, what do you want me to do about?â
You shrugged and annoyed with him and scared by the snake. âWhat? Are we just supposed to spend the rest of our lives in here?â
You stopped listing to the song House of Pain by Faster Pussycat around Alex because you can tell the words hit a little too hard for him and upset him.
Alex shrugged. âsounds good to meâ he walked pasted you and towrds the bed. âwonder if Walker is on tvâ
Since he's Evil Spawn his nickname for you is Angel.
He'd confide in you and open up to you about his past and family. He wanted to be a better man than his father was and he sure as hell wanted to treat you better than his father treated his mother.
The day his father showd up at hospital as a patient he kepted you far away from him. âthat baaterd doesn't deserve to meet or know someone as amazing as you... Promise me you'll stay away from his hospital roomâ
He's a girl dog dad, plain and simple. He might only admit it to you though. You brought home a female Chiweenie puppy one day and he immediately fell in love with the pup. But they also have a love hate relationship. âthat little bitch bit meâ and then next hour their cuddling on the couch. âsuch a sweet little girlâ he smiled scratching behind the puppy's ear.
You named her Baby after Jennifer Grey's character in Dirty Dancing
After the puppy calmed down and was more calmer, you guys got a license to bring her in for the Peds patients to see and cuddle while they were in the hospital.
Even though your an amazing cook to him, you guys get take-out alot due to your busy work schedule.
Sometimes you'll so tired to even eat something big and you'll end up sharing a large order of French fries.
Physical touch is his love language.
This man need physical contact a lot too. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, he's really just a big ol' teddy bear.
You joke about that, he can be such a cocky jerk and tough but he's really just a big teddy bear.
âI'm not a teddy bearâ he said trying to not to smile. You shook your head and held him tighter. âyour right... Your MY teddy bearâ
He also loves forehead kisses, it's just such a soft and he loves doing gentle gesture like that to you. It just makes your relationship so much more intimate and real to him.
Alex refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep. He really stated doing this after the hospital shooting.
He may be protective of you, but your definitely more protective. He finds is adorable and hot when you get all made and try to be his guard dog. âlisten here Nurse syphilis...â
He calls you his angry Chihuahua just to mess with you.
He's not afraid to defend you either, he'd be damed if someone talked bad or down to you. He knows you and Christina don't get along and he's not afraid to put her in her place if she goes to far. âBack off Yang! I mean itâ
He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.
NSFW headcanons:
He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.
He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.
He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.
Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.
He love getting head. I feel like heâd like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.
Has a soft spot for sex in the shower, he loves holding you up against the wall, roughly while he drives his cock into you.
He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.
He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.
He doesnât keep quiet. A good amount of teasing, dirty talk and the way he grunts...
Alex loves gripping your hips as you ride him, leaving his impressions on your thighs as you move, chasing your highs.
His favorite thing is probably you riding him. He loves gripping your hips, controlling your pace.
You may be in top, but he's in control. But that doesn't mean he loves the fact your using him to chase your high.
he loves grabbing you by the hips, literally squeezing his fingertips against your soft skin, holding you in the place or using them to help guide the pace.
One of his biggest kink is cumming inside you, seeing you filled up just makes him go crazy.
God, he loves anything to do with your breasts. He loves it when your sitting on his lap, grinding against his bulge while his face is buryed in your breasts, kissing and marking them up.
Honestly, you grinding yourself on him in someway and getting yourself off turns him on so much.
He loves using his fingers to get you to cum. âLook at you, whimpering for my fingers alreadyâ
This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.
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âI need you to know how unbelievably pissed I am at you.â
You interrupt the peaceful folding and stocking of your clothes at your in-laws house with your threat. Immediately, Shoyo tenses up and whips his head to look at you, eyes wide and dancing over your face, waiting for you to continue your rant and fury.
When you donât, merely continuing to glare at him, he gives a frantic, âwhat did I do!â
âLower. Your damn. Voice,â you grit, and his hands clap over his mouth childishly. You take a deep inhale to calm down, âyou told, your sweet and old parentsâŠâ
He looks at you expectantly again. You flare your nostrils and hike up your voice in an obnoxious nasal:
âWeâre huuuuungry!â
Instantly, at your mocking tone, he breaks down into laughter, trying to stifle them to keep your anger at bay.
âSo embarrassing!â You snip.
âBaby, we were! They donât mind, you know that-â
âTHEY STARTED COOKING! FOR US!â
âYou know theyâd rather eat with us than have us go out to eat!â
âShoyo,â you snarl, rising to your feet and approaching him; with nervous laughter, he shrinks back. âIt is eigHT IN THE EVENING, AND YOUR MOTHER IS MAKING NIKUJAGA!â You grab a pillow and start whacking him with it, ignoring his pleas and sheltering arms. âFor the love of the gods, she should be relaxing!â
âSheâs fine!â
You stop swinging and look down at him in shock. He makes a grab for the pillow and you whip it away, and he whines around some giggles.
âYou do not make that decision for her,â you growl, throwing the pillow to the side and shoving him on his back before quickly crawling on top of him. âI would rather us both starve and rot away, before I tell your sweet, old parents that weâre hungry. ESPECIALLY at 20:14.â
âBaby, itâs fine,â he giggles, his hands settling on your hips. âTheyâre totally fine; you know my mom lives to make you happy!â You cross your arms over your chest, and he snickers as he raises up on his elbows, âjust a quick bite to eat, a few laughs, then we can all go to bed, right?â
You exhale through your nose, and he tucks his lips in nervously.
âYou know what?â You begin, relaxing your shoulders.
âWhat?â
âYouâre right. Youâre right! Theyâre just cooking. Itâs fine.â
âExactly! Theyâre fine.â
With that, you swing your legs off of your husband and scurry to the closet, and before he can ask, you grab a random stack of blankets to throw at his head. He screams at the sudden impact.
âSince they can whip up dinner, you can whip me up a bed on the couch. Since APPARENTLY you are just so okay with spontaneous forces of labor.â
He cackles some more as you mimic his âweâre hungry!â at random volumes, putting your clothes away in the drawers until his sweet old mother calls you both to the kitchen to eat, not too dissimilar from how she did when you were younger.
âIâm going to bury you alive,â you snarl at him, leaning into the arm tossed around your shoulders as you make your way down the hall to eat. âWatch your damn back. Iâll put cyanide in your food tomorrow, try me bitch.â
He merely snickers as you threaten him with the most bizarre forms of torture you can conjure, all while the smell of a hot supper fills the air around the house.
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Sis! Now I need a full on fic for Logan x Fem!Reader x Wade with the whole pregnancy thing! I love the trio and I can just see Loganâs wheels always turning, trying to pin point the scent difference, why heâs so touchy and clingy. Then when it comes out both men are 10 x more clingy! Dotting on their woman hand and foot, taking care of her when sheâs sick or hurting from the added weight and her symptoms. I can see one of them standing behind her and they just put their hands under her belly and they just lift it up some to relieve the pressure on her and sheâs just IMMENSELY relieved
Oh, Iâm not sure if Iâm in a state for a full fic right now (I work and when Iâm not working Iâm in school) but I can elaborate more for sure!
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You would absolutely be the most spoiled, protected pregananant person in the world. In fact, theyâd have to start taking turns with missions, because one of them would need to be at home with you at all times from the moment itâs confirmed by your doctor. Not that you really needed the confirmation, with the way Logan lives with his face pressed into your neck the moment it clicks for him that the lovely warm scent that mixed with your usual sweetness and lingered after you were long gone is due to the little life inside you.
Wade is a lot more hesitant at first. Heâs overwhelmed with how happy he feels at the news, and that alone is enough to scare him. Loganâs too caught up in his protective instincts to think logically about the fact that you really are in quite a dangerous situation, but Wadeâs all too attuned to the myriad of ways you and the baby could be hurt because of them and the lifestyle theyâve chosen. Youâll never see him so cautious. He comes home with less injuries than ever (though not insignificant, but itâs Wade), not wanting to cause you any undue stress after he reads how bad stress can be on you and the baby (because yes, heâs secretly started hoarding a stash of pregnancy books and magazines from the moment he saw those two blue lines).
And trust me, the moment that you start to show, things will only amp up from there. Thatâs when reality starts to set inâ this is happening. Theyâre going to be dads.
Now that Logan has an explanation for his odd behaviors from before, it becomes much easier to manage them for the three of you. You and Wade understand his instinctual need to keep you close, so you start to mind it less when he gently tugs you over to him in his lounge chair from the couch, keeping his broad hands over the expanse of your belly and his head on your shoulder where he can keep that comforting aroma in his senses. It also means that itâs easier for him to allow you to relax with Wade, his instincts now accepting Wade as a fellow protector, rather than a threat.
Wade loves laying his head on your stomach for as long as heâs physically able to, your hands lovingly caressing his head as he talks to the baby about anything and everything, for as long as youâll let him go onâ or until he falls asleep, feeling a deep sense of comfort from being so close to you and the baby. Every other sentence is punctuated by enthusiastic kisses to your growing roundness, slowly becoming softer and more tender as his rambling shifts from making up stupid nicknames for the unborn child and telling them all the ridiculous ways heâs going to teach them to get into trouble, to soft murmurs of how good of a parent youâre going to be, how much he already loves them, how he canât wait to see Logan act like a real daddy, how he canât wait to be their daddy, too. And once youâre too big for him to lay his head down, heâll just rest his head on your thighs instead, dotingly rubbing his hands all over stomach, tracing your stretch marks with his fingertips and admiring your physical and mental strength for carrying their child.
When you get to spend time with both of them, itâs usually on the couch or in bed now. Youâre exhausted all the time, so lucky you that youâve got two men who would never let your feet touch the ground if thatâs what it took to keep you happy. Youâre always laying with your head in someoneâs lap, having your hairline lightly brushed by soothing fingertips, your feet and calves massaged by strong hands. Youâve always got someone to run and get you what youâre craving, someone to help you shower when you canât see your feet anymore, someone to hold you when youâre crying because your hormones are too much and youâre thinking too much about the impending pains of birth. Bonus, that also means youâve got two hands to crush in your death grip when you need itâ and you donât have to worry about breaking their bones.
A pregnancy with Wade and Logan may be tumultuous in some ways, but in all the ways that count, you couldnât ask for a more perfect family.
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