science is probably my favorite song of niall’s ever like this is just who niall is to his very core. just the piano and the strings along with his amazing vocals, it’s just so authentic and evident of his talent and lyricism. also just “Can you feel what's beneath? /Is it stone cold under your feet? /Are you numb? Can you touch? /Is the silence a little too much?” sums up his life so well just the combination of him craving stability but also the shock that came from it coming so suddenly.
BUT “It's just science /Don't let it break you down /You can dance on your own /It's okay 'cause you're not alone /You can hide, you will love /You'll have your days in the sun” HE JUST CAPTURES THE MOTIONS OF LIFE SO WELL AND CAN TAME DOWN THE ANXIETY WITH JUST A FEW LYRICS THE WHOLE SONG IS JUST 🥺🥺🥺🥺
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can we get headcanons for gilf!Joel maybe? his slicked back hair in tlou ep3 stirred something in me 🥵🥵🥵
i like the way you think…
Silver Fox ! Joel Miller Headcanons NSFW!!
Traditional old man in every sense of the word, he doesn’t make cheesy comments when you grab a door handle but he does give you a scolding little glare that totally doesn’t light a fire in your panties.
Self conscious about his somewhat saggy skin around his chest, middle, and extremities even after you’ve assured him until you’re blue in the face. You do help him though. Watching how attracted you are to his body even aged as it is definitely strokes his ego.
Has an online refillable prescription for Viagra that gets delivered to his apartment, and when he takes it he becomes an absolute fiend.
Usually without the Viagra he still is able to throughly satisfy you with ages of foreplay and a nice thorough fucking, leaving you both satisfied after one climactic round.
But when he takes Viagra-
You better clear your schedule and invest in a massage gun for your legs afterwards because you are going to be SORE.
I’m talking several positions, screaming until your throat hurts, your pussy feeling raw and used, daylong marathon sex.
Joel doesn’t seem to soften even a fraction until your body is wailing in protest and you can’t feel your thighs anymore.
You don’t think he could possibly have any more left in him until he’s once again emptying his heavy, full balls into your cunt; adding to the previous loads from the past six rounds he’s already shot into your body.
When he’s not fucking you stupid with the assistance of his little blue pills, he’s treating you like the princess you’d expect he would.
Don’t even think about carrying your own groceries, what are you, crazy?
Speaking of groceries…
If you aren’t living together yet best believe he’s on your doorstep every Sunday at 11AM with a truck full of groceries, dropping them off after church let’s out and he’s free to go to the store.
He makes you sit and continue sipping your coffee/tea while he puts them away, simultaneously checking the sell-by dates of everything in your fridge and pantry like a man obsessed.
Like a true old fashioned southern boy, he won’t tell you he’s in love with you. But he will point out the amount of things expired in your house.
“Come on, now. You’re gonna get sick, this is ridiculous-“ As if he hasn’t brought you your favorite brand of cereal and all your preferred snacks. Even all those “Shitty, organic, cardboard crap” things you love.
Never had a good plate of grits? He’s making them meticulously for you the morning after a hookup. “Eat, you need it. That stuff’ll keep you goin’ all day.”
Is all too supportive of your flimsy little sundresses. The gauzy fabric floating around your legs like a visualization of your perfume, nearly beckoning him closer. Even when you’re looking like a good little church girl in your soft, flowy dresses… all he can think about is how easy it would be to bend you over and have his way with you.
Which he does the second he brings you home from his cousin’s cookout in the suburbs.
Did I mention that he got a vasectomy after his divorce? Still, seeing you with his now adult daughter makes him daydream about getting you pregnant.
Which he finds insane… He doesn’t want any more kids, he physically can’t have any more kids… But the only thing he can think about right now is burying his cum in your pussy and keeping you pampered in his house with your belly full of his babies.
That vasectomy won’t stop him from trying his damndest, though. Especially after Sarah (who he had young) has her first baby and he watches you hold the six month old infant for the first time.
This man is a GENTLEMAN in the most old fashioned sense of the word.
Like, I cannot stress that enough.
If you’re an independent person, prepare to be thoroughly pampered.
His old fashioned chivalrous ways may be frustrating sometimes but it really does come from a place of just wanting to show his love.
Like when he insists on driving you everywhere whenever you go places together, or when he always finds a way to move you to the side of his body furthest away from the sidewalk when you walk, or when he automatically picks up your purse when you meet so that he can carry it for you.
But you forget all about those minor annoyances when he bends you over your kitchen table and pounds you into next week, muttering nonsense about how you’re too young for him or how you’re such a dirty girl for wanting him and his old man cock.
You moan his name when he grips both your hips in a tight but loving hold, all too willing to forgive him for his incessant door opening when you’re all dumbed down on his cock, the cock which is now way too hard and blood filled because he definitely popped one of your favorite blue pills a while ago.
But much like the gentleman he is, after he fucks you into a blissed-out stupor, he carries you to the bed and wipes your spent pussy clean, cuddling you into the mattress and running his hands through your hair while you both come down from your highs.
When he does get insecure about the age difference between you, all you can do is kiss his leathery, stubbled cheek and wrap your arms around him… Convincing him with your actions instead of words that his age is only a factor in your attraction to him… And that you love him for what makes him him.
this post got way too long but NONNIE I HOPE I DID YOU JUSTICE!!
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Bouncer Steve wants to have the laziest of Sundays with you. He obviously works late in a Saturday so Sunday is designated for a long lay in, waking up with his hair a little wild and his arms locked around you. He grunts as he stretches a little, pillow creases on his face and wet kisses smeared against your shoulder.
“Mornin’” He lives for how you burrow into his chest and kiss the moles on his neck, moving one arm from around you to rub his eyes as the other hugs you closer. He tells you about a dream he had and stroked your arm and thigh with his finger tips, eyes becomes brighter as sleep leaves him. Steve kisses your lips a few times before patting your ass firmly. Diner breakfast. Pancakes and coffee, his treat every time.
It takes you way longer than it should, both hungry but reluctant to leave you cocoon bed. He contemplates booking a haircut as he watches you do your skin care, sitting on the toilet lid as his own moisturiser sinks in. His yawns crack his jaw and he pinches the lovely fat of your hip to make you yelp and giggle. He steals some of your lip mask and asks you to check it for him, kissing you a few times - the bed calling him louder to take you back to it.
this made me melt, i am so soft rn it’s not even funny and it’s all your fault anon. this is the sweetest fucking thing i’ve ever read 😩 i am in my feels about this man and i desperately need this to be my life.
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