#so nervous i accidentally referred to him as joel in this and never noticed

[trashi-bee]

Night Shift

Pairing: Young Sub! Joe Elliott x Sassy! Reader

Warnings: 18+ (smut!), light hair pulling, light choking, reader is kinda rude asf towards joe 🤪

Lil Summary: Joe’s your new coworker and things haven’t been going so smoothly, after causing you a considerable amount of stress you finally voice your irritation, which he responds to extremely well.

Requested Tags: @satchie666 @white-lightning-625

Special thanks to @thewritingdoll for forcing me 🔫 to write for the first time in DECADES (bc I never finish anything ☺️)

If you don’t think it’s trash lemme know 💖 I probably won’t add this onto my masterlist until I get my new laptop lol I hate posting on mobile tumblr,, the formatting just makes no sense to me 🥺

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Working night shift had its perks. The hastle of dealing with the general public was reduced and the atmosphere was a lot more lax. For a while you had a pretty good thing going, being the only employee willing, or needed, to come in at such bleak hours.

Unfortunately, your boss had convinced himself you were in dire need of a workmate in case an incident were to occur, which wouldn’t have been so bad, had the person he hired been anybody else.

Joe was incapable… Really easy on the eyes, but unable to learn even the simplest of tasks. You’d considered having him fired, but couldn’t bring yourself to lodge a complaint. Sure, he’s a little daft, but having him parade into work with a pair of form fitting jeans stretched across his tight figure was almost enough to make up for it, almost.

The undeniable sound of glass shattering detaches you from your salacious thoughts, irritation immediately bubbling throughout your body. Not even an hour into tonight's shift and he’s already managed to turn your mood sour. Dragging your feet across the floor in a huff, you push your way through aisles of snacks and refreshments, stopping to exhale before you enter the room labeled ‘employees only’. The scene you’re met with would have been comical, had similar instances not happened several other times before. With a look of vapid confusion evident on his face, he looks down towards the floor, eyes laid upon the fragments strewn around his feet. The coffee, freshly brewed, had splattered across numerous tiles and up his taut, denim pants.

“Uuhhh, I don’t know how it slipped-”, disorderly grabbing a handful of the nearest napkins, he drops to his knees, further soaking his jeans with the caffeinated beverage while haphazardly mopping up the mess he had created. You’ve made an effort to tightly pinch the bridge of your nose to cease your escalating rage, preventing a full-on outburst. Plastering a forged smile upon your face, you finally gain enough composure to speak, “I’m almost impressed by how clumsy you are”. Looking into your eyes through stray strands of brunette hair, he flashes a vacuous smile, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I promise I’ll do better… just having a hard time concentrating lately”.

Squinting your eyes in confusion, you’re bewildered by his confession, what exactly did that mean? Pushing all thoughts of perplexity to the side, you chalk it up to nothing, perhaps he was having a difficult time adjusting to night shift. Now feeling somewhat guilty for your attitude towards him, you lower onto your knees to help, carefully picking up rouge pieces of sharp glass.

After a considerable amount of time and effort, the mess is almost entirely taken care of, albeit a few sticky patches here and there. Caught up in cleaning the room around you, you’ve almost forgotten about your uncoordinated coworkers tarnished attire. Wringing out the bottom of his pants, he still manages to hold a delighted smile, as if nothing could ruin his cheerful mood. Maybe he wasn’t as terrible as you were leading him on to be, as you find your cold demeanour now warming up to his rapturous personality.

Simply watching him move was a spectacle of its own. The way he carried himself was .. klutzy, like he was unsure of his next move, allowing his body to haphazardly lead the way. Looking once more in your direction, he flips his hair to prevent it from further blocking his vision, leaving it to cascade down the side of his face. Straightening his frame and leaning against the nearest countertop, he stops to speak, putting on a tone that, if you weren’t mistaken, was slightly apprehensive “hey uh... I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I’ve been wondering-”, his body seemed to tense with each syllable that crossed his lips, feet unable to stay perfectly grounded. Just as he was about to finish his wavering sentence, his hand slightly slides forward, his large paw knocking a new slew of objects onto the floor.

You watch in vexation as he fumbles once more, like a bull in a china shop, unaware of his lanky stature. As soon as he’d begun to redeem himself, he’d managed to piss you off further. Neither of you had moved, he awaited carefully to gauge your emotions, eyes darting from the broken mug that decorated the floor and your face, now painted with a blank expression. No longer did you possess the patience to babysit a man your own age, every single instance of irritation he’s caused you now bubbling directly to the surface, irritability extremely evident in your voice “Can you do anything right?”.

Scratching the nape of his neck, he goes to shrug, “hey no need to be so-“ stopping him mid-sentence , you interrupt whatever thought he had conjured and thought appropriate to spill from his unoccupied skull, “I’ll speak to you in whatever manner I please, and if you have any ounce of intelligence, you’ll shut up to listen”. Quiet for once, his mouth stays firmly closed for what seems like the first time since you’ve met him. Proud of standing your ground, you begin once more, pushing your limits, “since it’s obvious there’s not a single thought floating through that pretty little head o’ yours, I’ll make this simple, I’m tired of your constant mistakes- it’s not cute, I’m not impressed, and you’re gonna start listening to my instructions or I’ll have you fired”, nibbling on his bottom lip and focusing on every word you speak, he eagerly shakes his head in agreeance, too scared to respond with any other notion.

“Now, I can tell you’ve never had to put on your big boy pants and put any effort into a single task, so this is gonna be rough, but I’m sure if you try really, really hard, you’ll be able to function somewhat decently, ya?”, conjuring up a smile that was sarcastically sweet, you finish, clasping your hands together to signify you’ve made your point. It wasn’t until the red hot rage within you had started to disperse with the end of your speech that you began to notice one unreasonably large elephant in the room; the crotch of his jeans now tighter than usual, a large protrusion begging to spring free from its confines.

Your first reaction was to scoff, you couldn’t believe he’d gotten off on your tangent, excited by your frustration and cruel words. Thoroughly eyeing up his bulge, you slowly trace your sight up to his reddening cheeks, “that’s the type of stuff you’re into?”.

Finally speaking up, his voice seems shakier than ever, shy and wavering, “well uh- fuck, it’s not my fault you look so damn good when you’re mad”, hyper-aware of the confession he begins to jumble his words, “well, I mean you always look good but- oh god I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t speak to you like this-“

Stepping forward and lifting your hand to the bottom half of his face, you cover the entirety of his mouth, “shut up”, using your other hand to trace lines on his stomach, he retracts, surprised by your touch. With a devious look on your face, you provide him with a proposition, “Do you want me to touch you?”. Since you’ve removed his ability to consent verbally, you await a nonverbal cue, one he provides before you’re able to finish your sentence, an undeniable yes given to you via enthusiastic nod.

Laughing at his eagerness to continue, you taunt him, sliding your northernmost hand into his dense locks and pulling on the strands. The hand once dancing on his abdomen now applying pressure on his clothed member. A string of whimpers already begin to fall from his plump lips, he reacts as if he’s barely been touched before. “You’re so..sensitive, does nobody touch you besides yourself?”, looking into your eyes with heavy lids, he begins to grind into your hand, keen for more friction “nobodies ever touched me quite like this”.

Shaking your head, you pull at his hair once more, lavishing in the power you have over him in this moment. “Really? surprised you haven’t been put in your place sooner, guess somebody had to do it”, outlining his rock solid cock with your hand, you begin a rhythm of running your fingers along his covered shaft, moving up and down his length again and again. A few small droplets of sweat begin to form on his skin, the pleasure he was so eager to receive now turning bitter sweet. Huffing out a sigh and continuing to rock his hips with the motion of your wrist, he pleads “can you please touch it, like- really touch it”.

Increasing the pace you’ve set on the outside of his jeans, you get extremely close to his face, so close that he goes in for a kiss, but you make sure to reject it. “I really don’t think you deserve that”.

Grasping the countertop to his side, he clamps down in frustration, looking to prevent himself from going off the deep end, allowing you to break him so easily. “I promise I’ll do anything you want, really I do”, finally releasing your grip on his hair, you move your hand onto his neck, lightly applying pressure and running your thumb along his jugular. “Baby boy, I’m certain you’d do anything I want no matter what”.

The new pet name seems to excite him further, as he’s now reduced himself to a mewling, needy little toy, giving into your cruel pleasure, twitching and jerking with your every touch. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, he sharply inhales, as if he was taken by surprise, “fuck, please don’t y/n”.

Applying much more pressure on his neck, you giggle, breaking him was so easy, and something you’re certain you’ll continue on future occasions. “Let it go, baby”, his orgasm was coming on fast and strong, you could tell from the way he squirmed beneath your unrelenting touch.

With one final thrust against your hand he trembles, a sweet sob leaving his mouth, making you aware that he’d actually came from nothing more than clothed petting. A small wet patch had formed on his crotch, physical evidence that he’d climaxed in his pants.

Standing up straight and composing yourself, you run your hands down your body to rid your attire of any wrinkles or imperfections. You’d been away from the front of the store for so long, you’re certain somebody must’ve been awaiting service and you didn’t want to look disheveled in front of a customer. Turning on your heels, you glance back at him before exiting to attend to your duties, “change the pants, clean up the mess you’ve made and meet me out front when you’re ready to learn”.

[searchingwardrobes]

Priceless: 3/?

Based on the movie of the same name starring Joel Smallbone of For King And Country. This is where things start to get dark, just to warn everyone. Yet, like the movie, I’m trying to also deal with the subject matter sensitively. If you would like more details on the content of this fic before you read it, you can always message me. But just know that I don’t like stories without hope, so there is light at the end of the tunnel, it’s just . . . we’re at the beginning of the dark tunnel.

Much thanks to @xhookswenchx for her beta skills and for helping me with Killian’s characterization in this chapter particularly. There is so much in this fic that is outside my comfort zone, and I so appreciate your encouragement!

Summary: Desperate men often find themselves in places they never thought they would go, but for Killian Jones it would finally force him to be the hero his daughter always thought he could be. The job was simple: drive the truck, don’t open the back, don’t ask questions. But Killian Jones has never followed instructions very well . . .

Rating: M (see triggers below)

Triggers: (deep breath) human trafficking, non-con, rape, prostitution, sexual exploitation, and violence (some of it involving a minor), however, none of this is romanticized or portrayed as anything but wrong and horrible. All rape will only be referred to, not directly portrayed. On a fandom note: Gold and Neal are straight up villains, and there is Knightrook (but no Gothel).

Words: About 2,000 in this chapter

Also on Ao3 and part of my Captain Swan is My Favorite Rom Com: Second Edition. You can also find the first edition here.

Tagging: @snowbellewells @kmomof4 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @winterbaby89 @kday426 @teamhook @thislassishooked @shipsxahoy @shady-swan-jones @tiganasummertree @bethacaciakay @artistic-writer @jonesfandomfanatic @cat-sophia @hollyethecurious @coliferoncer @thejacketandthehook @dassala @branlovestowrite @allofdafandoms-blog @flslp87 @pocket-anon @snidgetsafan @delirious-latenight-laughs @jennjenn615 @onceuponaprincessworld

It sounds strange to say that the lights of Las Vegas were breathtaking, but they were. That night, standing there overlooking the city, I felt like a character in a fantasy novel at the end of a long trek. The relieved sigh from Emma next to me made me think that she felt it more deeply than I did. She had crossed an ocean, then a continent, and finally her journey was over. As I watched her, illuminated by the headlights of the truck, her blonde hair blown by the wind, I yearned for her to find that better future she had mentioned. On the other side of me, Anna practically vibrated with excited energy, her hands clasped beneath her chin.

“You’re supposed to get a picture,” Emma reminded me.

“Oh, right.” I fumbled for the phone in my pocket. “Would you mind?” I asked, handing it to her.

“Sure.”

I tried to pose somewhat naturally, something that felt a little odd all alone on that hilltop. I had never been the selfie type. Emma lifted the phone, smiling at me in an amused sort of way. The flash went off, and she frowned at the image on the screen.

“That bad huh?” I chuckled nervously.

“No, I had it on selfie mode. Here, let me try again.”

I moved back into my stiff pose as she snapped another, then another, and another in rapid succession. Then she stepped forward and handed the phone back to me.

“I hope one of those is good,” she said with a shrug.

“Thanks.”

Her sister Elsa, who was leaning next to the truck beside Liam, called for her. She turned to go with one last smile my way, her gaze scrutinizing me head to toe. I felt myself blush and hoped she couldn’t see it in the dark.

Once she was a few feet away, I scrolled through the photos she had taken. My smile seemed nervous, at least to me, but it wasn’t as bad as I had been expecting, and Alice would be able to see the lights of the city in the background. My finger froze and my breath caught at the next picture. It was the accidental selfie Emma had taken. Her hair was in motion, fluttering in the breeze. Her eyes weren’t looking into the camera, but beyond it, at me. With the dark night all around her, she looked like some sort of angelic visitation with her light skin, golden hair, and sparkling eyes. Her mouth was turned up in a teasing smile, directed at me. In short, she was breathtaking.

I bit my lip, my finger hovering over the delete function. It seemed like a violation somehow to keep her photo, and yet . . .

“Killian!”

The way I jumped at Liam’s voice you would have thought I was looking at porn. I quickly closed my phone’s screen and pocketed it.

“Get over here,” Liam continued, waving me over.

The passenger door of the truck’s cab was open, and Elsa sat there with her feet dangling outside. I frowned when I noticed she was slumping against the seat. The back of Liam’s hand was pressed to her forehead.

“She’s burning up,” he told me.

Elsa waved her hand weakly as if to brush off Liam’s concern. “We’re almost there. I’ll be fine, really.”

Liam frowned as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Well we can’t have her in the back of the truck like we planned. Not like this.”

I glanced at Emma, and the alarm in her eyes matched mine. “But I wasn’t supposed to open the back.”

“Are you serious?” Liam practically shouted. “She’s sick!”

“Liam,” Elsa said, reaching out to grasp his forearm. I noticed that her voice sounded weak. “It’s okay. It’s only another fifteen minutes or so. Right?”

Everyone looked to me, and I swallowed hard. Dread had seemed to be brewing just below the surface of my mind the closer we got to our destination, but I pushed it aside. “Yes, give or take.”

“We can’t let them know you interacted with us,” Emma added.

“We’ll take care of her,” Anna vowed as she put an arm around her oldest sister.

“I’m really sorry about this,” I told them.

Elsa started to inch her way out of the cab, practically sagging against Liam’s chest when he reached out to assist her. Nevertheless, she stood tall once her feet touched the ground. She stepped away from Liam and grasped both of my hands in both of hers.

“No apology necessary. You have gone above and beyond for us.”

My eyes darted away from her earnest expression. The three of them deserved so much more from me. When I thought of how far I had driven with them locked in the back, in utter darkness, it made me feel ill. There was nothing else to be done, however, and Liam and I helped the three women into the back of the truck once again. I could barely make out their figures in the dark as I shut the door. The sound of the bar sliding into place seemed to echo in the vastness of the desert.

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There was an unmarked van in the parking lot of the Staylight Motel when I pulled in. As I parked the box truck, two men got out of a black Cadillac. The driver had stringy gray hair that reached his shoulders, and he wore a nice three-piece suit. He walked with a limp, leaning on a gold tipped cane. The man with him was younger and more casually dressed, his brown hair slightly disheveled. He gripped several purple carnations in one hand.

I glanced nervously at Liam as we excited the truck. We stood side by side as the men neared, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Liam settle into his protective stance, arms crossed, chin tilted up slightly. I pressed my eyes closed for a brief moment, praying that nothing would go sideways.

“I take it there were no difficulties in the transportation?” the older man asked, forgoing any introductions.

I nodded. “No problems at all.”

“You must be Mr. Gold,” my brother muttered.

A smile slid across the man’s face. I couldn’t help finding it slightly sinister. “Yes. And you must be the big brother who insisted on babysitting.”

Mr. Gold turned his gaze back to me then, a challenge in his eyes. I met him with a confident gaze.

“Liam doesn’t expect any additional pay, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page, then.” Gold gave the man beside him a curt nod, and the younger one headed to the back of the truck. My heart began to hammer in my chest. Gold reached into the pocket of his suit coat and pulled out an envelope fat with bills. Before he could hand it to me, the other man’s voice called out.

“Dad, you better get over here. The lock and bolt is busted.”

Gold raised one eyebrow at me. “Really?” He hobbled over to his son, and Liam and I followed nervously. He reached out with one hand to inspect the lock, then leveled a gaze on me.

I swallowed and licked at my lips before answering. “We had a little . . . problem. I fell asleep and went off the road. But the girls were okay, and we didn’t -”

Gold raised a hand and cut me off with a brief chuckle. “Couldn’t resist temptation, eh lads? Don’t worry. It happens.” With that, he shoved the envelope at my chest. Then he nodded at his son. “Neal. Continue.”

Neal pulled up the rolling door, and Emma, Elsa, and Anna came forward. I held my breath again, praying they wouldn’t notice how new their dresses were or how clean they were for the traveling conditions. Neal reached out a hand to assist each of them out of the truck.

“Welcome to the States, ladies,” he said, handing each a purple carnation. The way his eyes raked each one up and down caused my stomach to turn, especially when his gaze landed on little Anna.

“Something’s not right here,” Liam whispered in my ear, and I knew he was right.

Neal’s fingertips danced along Anna’s upper arm, and my brother’s arm shot out before I even knew what was happening. He grasped Neal’s wrist, stepping between him and the young girl.

“Where are you taking them?” Liam demanded.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw three burly men exit the unmarked van. Two of them grasped Emma and Elsa by the arms and rushed them to the van.

“Killian?” Emma asked, her voice wavering with a bit of alarm.

“Don’t touch them like that!” I shouted, lunging at the man yanking on Emma.

Everything after that happened so fast, I could never remember what event led to the next. All I knew was that when I collided with the man holding Emma, he lost his grip on her. She pummeled him, the purple carnation Neal had given her falling to the asphalt. There were shouts, I saw Elsa practically flung into the van as she shouted Liam’s name, and Anna screamed.

But the loudest sound was the cocking of a gun.

I turned towards the sound and received a kick to the stomach for my distraction. Crumpled on the asphalt, I looked up to see a gun pointed at my brother’s temple. He held Anna in a brotherly half-embrace, and his eyes found mine. In them, I could see resignation.

“Let go of him or I pull the trigger,” the thug instructed Anna.

With a sob, she relinquished her hold on my brother. Neal took her by both elbows and dragged her to the van. I lurched to my feet, but the man with the gun stopped me.

“I’ll blow his fuckin brains out!” he shouted.

Chest heaving, my hands fisted at my sides, I froze where I was. All I could do was watch the girls’ terrified expressions as the van door slid shut. It pulled out of the parking lot, the thug’s gun still at my brother’s temple. Gold limped closer, his cane beating a staccato rhythm on the pavement. His eyes pierced me, cold and calculating.

“You’re lucky I’m still going to pay you.”

Neal and his father got back into the Cadillac, pausing only long enough for their hired gun to jump in the backseat before they pealed out of the parking lot. A sob choked my throat as I fell to my knees on the hard ground. There, crushed into the asphalt, were the broken remains of Emma’s carnation.

“Liam,” I gasped, as tears streamed down my face, “what have I done?”

[cnc-hoebayb]

How’s that taste?

Aahhh sorry i haven’t posted any good content in a minute, but i got some more coming luvs

This is like a Joel x Reader for y’all, but also dedicated to my long lost twin @la-saffron 😘

Lmk what u all think!! <3

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“I have a surprise for you,” you stand back facing towards your apartment door, blocking the entrance with a big smile on your face.

“Alright,” he watches as you lean against the door, anticipation eating at you to open it now. “I’ve never heard anyone say there’s a surprise before it even happens so that cool,” he comments sarcastically and you grab the keys, eager to get the door open.

“Shut up just get in,” you grab his hand and yank him into the room, trying to capture his reaction as he observes the scene. Your apartment together was small, but you somehow managed to get in all the decorations and props squeezed in perfectly.

He covers his face with his hands like a little kid and laughs. He reaches out to touch small plastic palm trees and admire the precise printed cutouts of paper monkeys draped through them.

“You’re so extra, dude..” he stares at you with wide eyes, making his way through the rest of the apartment. The bathroom is beach themed, big colorful towels covered the door and floor, and the bathtub filled the slightest bit with water and some kinetic sand you found at the store.

“I ain’t cleaning that,” he says as he sees the mess. “Cállate, just keep going,” you lead him into your bedroom. You had printed some almost perfect beach and jungle views and taped them to your walls, trying to make it look like they were outside the window.

Everything else looked pretty traditional. You had gotten some things his Abuelita gave you guys, and laid them out across the room. A thick colorful blanket covered your bed, papel picado was draped from the walls, and small figurines were strategically placed on your dressers.

His smile was soft as he noticed all the familiar items. “Baby, what is all this??” He pulls you into a hug and kisses your head.

“I know how much you wanted to go to Mexico for your birthday, and then plans got messed up from life,” you started and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the sides of it next to you. “So i brought Mexico to you instead.”

He walks to you on the edge of the bed and stands you up in front of him. His hands wrap lightly around your waist, linking back with each other once they meet behind your back. He gives you a dreamy kiss on the lips and rests his forehead on yours.

“I love it,” he says and squeezes you close. “It’s the most tedious and dramatic thing I’ve ever seen in my life...but i love it.” You push him back a little and make him sit on the bed.

“Oh you thought this was it?” You say in a commercial ad voice and he giggles. “Wait, there’s more..” you zoom out of the room and go to grab the last surprise.

“Aw nooo wayy” he gasps as you bring it in. “I had to call your mom and make sure i made it right,” you say and set it on the small table beside your bed.

He’s basically drooling and doesn’t take his eyes off it. “No mames güey,” he reaches a finger in to take some frosting. “Tres leches is my shit,” he closes his eyes and groans as the frosting hits his tongue.

You stare at him unbelievingly, “damn maybe i should give you and the cake some privacy.” He ignores you, ready to just dig in with his hands with purpose. You quickly reach out to stop him and his sneaky hands.

“Can you at least open your present first, then cake??” He pouts and gives the biggest puppy dog eyes he can. “Finneee,” he whines and crosses his arms with a huff.

“Hold on, ummmm,” you search around the room for something you needed. Your eyes lock to Joel’s head and you find an alternative. “Alright, no peeking,” you say and he jumps a little as you quickly drag the bandana from his forehead and place it over his eyes.

You tighten it up and grab his face in yours, whispering sternly to him. “No matter what happens, you don’t take off this fucking blindfold,” he laughs at your reference to the movie you both just watched and plays along.

You leave him and go grab the small gift box from your closet. “Okay dont take it off yet, but here it is,” you say and get the gift situated in front of him. He must’ve taken that as an invitation to grab it, so you try not to lose it as he accidentally reaches out and takes a handful of cake instead of the box in your hand.

“Aww shoot,” he holds his arm out, trying not to get the mess anywhere. You laugh a little and try to help him. “Joel wait, no-“ your attempt to help turns into a lost cause when he blindly swings his body towards you, splashing some cake onto your hands and arms.

“Yikes,” he says from behind his blindfold and reaches up to take it off. “Don’t do that,” you grab his sticky hands and bring them out in front of you. “You’ll get it in your hair,” you continue and look around for something to clean yourselves with.

“Did you look.... there!” He laughs as he slaps his hand right into your face, knowing how much of a mess he just made on you. You lick your lips, clearing not even half of what he left on you off.

He’s smirking from his seat on the bed, bandana still over his eyes. “It’s on,” you lunge at him with a handful of more cake and smash it on his cheek. He tries to fight back but can’t see any of your incoming moves.

He uses his strength to push you off of him, then using his hands to trace your body and find your face. Once he reaches your mouth, he tries to shove loose crumbs he scraped off his own face into yours.

Your fight is useless compared to the force he has over you. So you decide to take him off guard. His hand smashes into your cheek with a fistful of frosting, and instead of backing away, you grab his hand and pull a finger into your mouth.

He stops out of shock and you swivel your tongue around, clearing the sticky mess off him in an instant. He’s quiet as you then slowly slide his finger out of your mouth, running your tongue across the length of it the whole time.

He doesn’t move an inch, and you watch his lip twitch a little when you test his limits by licking a stripe up his palm. He gulps hard and you smile as his expression hardens.

You know you should be focusing on his birthday and the rest of the gifts you got him, but-

Seeing him just sit there, blindfolded and somehow with all of his cocky yet shy boy tendencies surfacing right before you... what the hell, who wouldn’t want this kind of surprise on their birthday anyway?

You take the initiative and nudge him back a little, making room at the foot of the bed for you to comfortably sit on his lap. He’s caught off guard for sure, nervous laughing all while settling you down on him with firm hands.

His hands roam the air trying to find your face but instead end up on your neck, sticky fingers and all. Long, frosting covered fingers slide upwards, almost inviting you to put them back in your mouth as they brush across your lips.

You kiss at those strong digits and this time take in two, watching as his mouth quivers open. He takes his hand back and feels for your lips with his instead. He tastes like sugar and you want to taste more.

You travel down and kiss at his neck, licking up in spots where it needed to be cleaned. He held back a small whimper and you push him back onto the bed. His shirt was already on him barely buttoned, so it was a breeze to open it fully.

His curls bounced in front of his blindfold bandana, little strands matted together with cake. You were surprised at his ability to keep it together and not unblind himself yet. You shimmied your butt into his crotch and felt the heat rise.

And like that, there was no way you could wait any longer. “Take it off,” you say as you start to unbuckle his pants for him. He leans up on his elbows and yanks the bandana off, eyes already low and full of lust.

“I have another idea..” he jolts up in an instant and throws you down onto a pillow. He grabs the same bandana and before you know it, your eyes are being covered. You don’t fuss or put up a fight, just let it happen, and immediately your other senses feel heightened.

He tightens it from behind your head, making sure not to tangle your hair or get it stuck - god how could he be so damn cute at times like this.

When his hands finally leave you, the sound of his pants being undone further leads you to start undressing as well. He stops you before you could take more than your shirt off, softly capturing your hands in his, and silencing you with a kiss.

You feel his body leave for a second and you lay there in anticipation. When he comes back, the first thing you feel is his fingers gently painting something onto you. Starting at your neck, down past your breasts, and finally ending right below your stomach and above where your pants settled.

Without warning he brings the same fingers to your mouth, inviting them in himself. You take them in and realize they were covered with more frosting. You lick them clean and hear Joel hold back a low noise.

You blindly reach out to touch him, tangling yourself within his curls at the back of his neck. He starts to leave open mouthed kisses along the trail of sugar, using his tongue to help the process.

His tongue laps at your skin in long intervals, working his way lower as you writhe under the touch. A soft whine escapes your lips and he reaches the end of the line.

You feel his tongue stop right above your belt, his strong hands now taking their time to remove the lower half of your clothes.

The air hits your exposed legs and it’s agony to not see his face. He’s silent and you don’t know what his motive is, where he’s looking, or even how much of a mess you probably look right now.

The next thing you feel from him is his now naked body on top of yours. You clench your legs together tightly, wanting to get some friction from anything, you couldnt help that you just wanted it all now.

He settled your legs around him, his dick resting right on your thigh. He takes the tip in his hand and gently rubs it through your folds, everything already a slick mess.

And Joel was never a vocal kind of guy in the bedroom, but with your eyes trapped shut and every other sense at its best work, you could hear the small falter of his breath. The way his voice caught in his throat as he felt you out.

You bucked your hips up into the action, signaling to him you were ready. And without need for anything else, he slammed into you with a purpose. The impact pulls a squeal from you and you feel it deep in your gut.

He stops there, adjusting the both of you to find the most comfortable angle. When he lifts your left leg up a little, you hum with pleasure as he hits something different.

That sound alone is enough to tell him where to keep going. He throws that same leg over his shoulder, for sure testing your flexibility to the max. Your thighs burning as they spread farther apart.

He pumps into you at a now steady pace, knowing exactly how you like it after all the years and experience you’ve had to practice together. He was never too rough, always afraid to hurt you or go too far.

He leaned in as close as he could to your ear, whispering through airy pants, “ta’ bien, amor? You like that??” You nod shyly under his body and feel a quick surge of electricity run through you.

Every thrust into you makes your eyes squeeze tighter together from behind the blindfold, a continuous rhythm of ecstasy. He suddenly lifts your hips off the bed, driving in deeper at another level.

His strokes were short yet fulfilling, he never needed to be too rough, he always got the job done in the best way he knew you wanted. Which at this moment, was with every inch he could manage to fill you with.

After a couple minutes passing, he was able to catch on to the expressions of your face and gauge what to do more of. He let your leg off his shoulder and helped wrap them around his middle. At this point your entire bottom half was lifted off the bed as you felt him shove all he had into your core.

Your hands grasped at the sheets beneath you and you clench your jaw. A long drawn out moan from you fills the room and Joel shudders from above.

“Joel-“ you mutter between thrusts, “dont stop- ooh- just like that.” His body tenses a little and his fingers dig tighter into your skin.

“Take it off..” he groans and you’re so lost in the feeling that you almost forget the fabric over your eyes. “I wanna see you,” He edges you on and you take no time to snatch the bandana off and toss it to the side.

Your eyes adjust to the dim lighting and the sight of him after all that time is heaven. The frosting in his curls finally dried over, little splotches still plastered over parts of his face and neck.

His face is concentrated and there’s a small sheen of sweat on his forehead. The veins in his hands and forearms pop and his bottom lip is being crushed by those pretty front teeth.

You look down to see him entering you time and time again, causing you to throw your head back a little to hold yourself together. Your jaw drops open to a soundless moan, and he finally locks eyes with you.

He drops your hips down and uses his pent up strength to lift your back off the bed. Your chest is flush with his and he presses his forehead to yours, noses slightly brushing, lips only a short distance away.

You help match his work while in his lap and ride him fast, chasing after your orgasm desperately.

You rise up one last time and his hands slam you back down onto him fully once more. Your walls tighten around him, feeling that throbbing heat from him about to explode. A scream wants to break free from your throat as the wave hit you, but nothing comes out.

Joel lulls you through it by resting his lips against yours, letting your soft whimpers get caught between you both. Your eyes focus on each other as your body starts milking his own climax.

He sighs heavily against your lips as his thrusts seize, spilling every last drop deep inside of you. You watch as his eyes gloss over, the spark of lust still burning bright as ever.

He holds you to him tightly, the both of you trying to keep the feeling of each other longer. Your neck and cheeks are showered with soft, tired kisses as his dick softens inside of you.

You climb off of him slowly, reciprocating to the affection as he lays next to you on the bed. He kisses your nose and stops there to rest his cheek on you.

“Damn if that wasn’t just it, i can’t wait to see what the actual present is,” he jokes and you scrape a piece of cake off his eyebrow.

“Well lucky for you because part of your present is now a replacement,” you glance at the scrap of cloth that was once a perfect, pretty little bandana, now covered in sugary mess. “I think that one has a new purpose to it now anyway..”