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cumironi · 2 months ago

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TOOTH FAIRY jjk men

feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma

summary. it’s just a one time thing. one bite. one bite. and now they refuse one thing that keeps you alive? and what is that? yeah, $uck them off! and what do you do? being unhinged and just throwing a goddamn tantrum. what can they do? ban you from $ex? yeah, as if!

warning. non-sorcerer jjk men, established relationship, 23 you & 31 them, tantrums, petname(2), dirtytalk(?), c$ck-drunk maybe?, name-calling(s), degrading just a bit, you are being a brat and insufferable, overstimulated, abuse mentioned,

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GOJO SATORU

you’re on your knees. he’s on his back. and he’s not letting you suck him. again.

your palms are pressed to his lower belly, thighs tight around his legs, drooling over the absolute gift of a dick that’s twitching against his stomach—and yet, despite all the teasing, the eye contact, the hungry little whines spilling out of you like prayers, he just lays there. arms folded behind his head. like a fucking lounger chair with abs.

“satoru.”

“mm?”

“why aren’t you in my throat right now.”

he hums like you just asked about the weather. “hmm… probably ‘cause last time, someone went full piranha halfway through and tried to devour me.”

“i slipped!”

he laughs—loud, unapologetic, his stupid pretty smile on full display. “you clamped down, baby. i yanked you off, and you were still holding on like a gremlin. i thought i lost circulation.”

you glare down at him, completely naked, chest heaving, pussy soaked between your thighs and still grinding slightly on his leg like your body’s acting on survival instinct alone. “you know what? next time i’m just gonna choke on air, is that better?! just pretend-cock until i pass out?!”

he bites his lip to stop from laughing again.

you growl. “this is abuse. emotional. spiritual. oral neglect.”

“oral neglect?” he echoes, wiping fake tears. “my god.”

“YES. i haven’t sucked you off in days. DAYS, satoru! my lips are getting soft! my jaw forgot how to unhinge!”

“baby—”

you slam your fists on his thighs dramatically. “I’M WASTING AWAY. there are people in the world who would kill for this opportunity, and you’re out here being stingy!”

“you bit me.”

“WITH LOVE!”

he stretches, big and smug and insufferable. his cock twitches again, begging for your mouth like it misses you too. he knows. he’s evil. and you’re about to cry.

“i just wanna taste,” you mumble, lower lip trembling as you drag yourself up his body like a starving animal. “just a little lick. please. please satoru. i’ll be so good. i’ll moan and everything. i’ll gargle if you want me to.”

he blinks. “you’ll what?”

“satoru,” you say again, softer this time, almost too genuine for the chaos you were spewing just minutes ago. “i’ll be gentle. i’ll go slow, i promise.” your hands slide further up his thighs, and you bat your lashes at him with a look so sinful it could start a religion.

“you said that last time. and i nearly blacked out. i saw stars. you think that’s normal?”

“maybe i wanted to show you god. ever think of that?”

he snorts, gropping you by the boob with no warning. “you’re a freak. a dangerous, beautiful little freak.” his voice drops, eyes hooded now, and you can feel him twitch beneath you even as he tries to act tough.

“then let me be your little danger,” you purr, leaning forward to bite his earlobe just enough to make him shiver. “just one chance. i’ll be nice. i won’t leave a single tooth mark—unless you want me to.”

his head falls back with a low groan, hips jerking up slightly before he slaps a hand over his eyes like he’s shielding himself from the sun. “you’re lucky you’re cute. and hot. and you smell really good. ugh.”

you place both hands on his hips, face hovering dangerously close. “satoru. i’m gonna start crying.”

“don’t you dare—”

a sob bubbles in your throat. “i need it.”

he sighs like a man who’s lived through five wars and still got defeated by your tears. “you’re insane.”

“and your problem! now give me my fucking lollipop!”

you lurch forward—and he catches you by the forehead with one hand, holding you back like a villain holding off an overexcited puppy. you squeal. your hands are slapping at his thighs. your mouth is open. and he’s still denying you.

“okAY, OKAY,” he says, eyes wide, panicked laughter spilling out as you start going full feral. “baby—baby, fine, you get ONE chance. one! i swear if i feel even a hint of teeth—”

“you won’t even remember your name, satoru,” you growl, lowering like a woman possessed. “now shut up and let me ruin your fucking life.”

“you’re unbelievable,” he laughs, finally lifting his hips in surrender. “get over here and do your worst. or your best. god, i don’t even know anymore.”

GETO SUGURU

you’re already underneath him, thighs twitching, body bare and needy, his cock dragging along your slick folds just enough to make your brain fizz. his hair’s loose, dark and wild, face annoyingly calm while you’re fighting for your damn life beneath him.

“suguru,” you hiss, hips bucking. “let me suck your dick or i swear to god i’ll set the apartment on fire.”

he raises an eyebrow, unbothered, not moving an inch closer. “interesting escalation. is that before or after you bite me again?”

you whimper—genuinely whimper, back arching as you clutch his arms like a woman who’s just heard she’s been banished from salvation. “it wasn’t a bite, it was a nibble! a love nibble! a little hello from my molars!”

“you broke the skin.”

“i’m in mourning, suguru. don’t you see me?” your voice cracks as you throw your arm across your forehead like a shakespearean tragedy. “i haven’t had cock in my mouth in two days. two. i’m dehydrated. my jaw’s cramping from emptiness. i’m dying.”

he blinks slowly. “you ate an entire box of cookies this morning and called it your ‘oral coping mechanism.’”

“because you won’t feed me properly!”

his dick twitches against you and your eyes lock on it instantly, like a predator. you try to sit up, but he pushes you back down with a hand to your chest like you’re a possessed little brat on the verge of attacking.

“uh uh. no. last time you gave head, you went feral. it wasn’t a blowjob, it was an assassination attempt.”

“you liked it!” you screech, trying to bite his arm just to prove a point.

he yanks it back before your teeth land and gives you a look that’s 50% exasperated dad and 50% amused boyfriend who absolutely lives for your bullshit. “and you keep proving my point.”

you lean closer, brushing your nose against his jaw, your voice dropping to that sweet, sultry tone that makes him tense up every damn time. “suguru,” you whisper, grabbing his hips and dragging your nails into them like a demon, you murmur, pressing soft kisses under his ear, trailing them down to his neck, “if you don’t let me suck your dick right now, i will walk outside, climb on the kitchen counter, and yell to the neighbors that you don’t fuck me anymore.”

he sighs deeply. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m in pain!” you wail, rocking your hips against his just to make your point clearer. “your cock was in my mouth one minute, and the next you’re yanking me off like i’m some horny stray! i’m starving!”

he leans down, mouth brushing your ear, voice low and sinful. “you think starving is bad? keep whining. you’ll be begging for days.”

you make a noise—somewhere between a growl and a sob—and immediately start pounding your fists against his chest. “LET! ME! SUCK! YOUR! COCK!”

“no!” he says, wheezing from laughter as he holds your wrists. “not until you can promise to behave.”

“i won’t! i never will! i want to be ruined! i want to suck you until you’re twitching and sobbing and i black out like a fucking feral beast!”

he stares at you.

you pant.

he runs a hand over his face. “…jesus christ.”

you grab his cock.

he lets you.

“…fine,” he mutters. “but if you bite me again, i’m putting you in a muzzle.”

“deal,” you purr, already sliding down. “and maybe a leash next time too.”

NANAMI KENTO

“absolutely not.”

his tone is calm. firm. the kind of firm that makes people shut up and sit down. but not you. oh, never you. instead, you’re standing at the foot of the bed with both hands on your hips, hair wild, eyes blazing, looking like you’re about to go to war.

“you’re denying me?” you say, like he just said no to proposing. “me? your girlfriend? the woman who washes your shirts and steals your ties and lets you use her thighs as stress pillows?”

“you bit me,” he reminds you coolly, as if he hasn’t been shifting in his chair all day thinking about it. “very hard. and I’m not in the mood to gamble with my physical wellbeing tonight.”

“it was one time!” you cry, throwing yourself dramatically onto the mattress. “and you made that noise—you know, the one that sounds like you’re possessed by lust? it turned me on so bad i just lost control!”

“that noise,” he says dryly, “was the sound of pain.”

“okay, but, like... sexy pain!” you scoot closer, crawling toward him with the dedication of a woman on a mission. your hands are already creeping up his thighs as he sits there in his crisp button-down, sleeves rolled up, glasses low on his nose, looking like the hottest finance god who ever lived. “you looked so hot. so flustered. so... biteable.”

nanami exhales slowly through his nose, as if he’s meditating. you can see his restraint cracking—see the way his hand twitches like he’s fighting the urge to grab you and punish you in the most delicious way.

“i’m not some chew toy for you to get riled up and gnaw on when you’re horny,” he mutters, but his voice is already lower, rougher, his legs spreading just a little as your lips graze his thigh.

“nooo, you’re my perfect, hardworking, ridiculously handsome man with the most glorious dick i’ve ever seen,” you moan dramatically. “i miss him. he misses me. we had a thing, nanami. we had a connection.”

he actually groans under his breath, tossing his head back for a moment. “you’re insufferable.”

“you love it.” your mouth is already pressed against his clothed length, nuzzling through the fabric like it’s the only source of oxygen in the room. “you love it when i get like this. desperate. needy. dramatic. all for you.”

“you make it... extremely difficult to be the responsible one in this relationship,” he mutters, finally threading a hand through your hair and gripping it just a bit too tight. “i’m trying to have boundaries.”

“boundaries are for cowards,” you say, voice muffled by his zipper. “i’m not leaving until i’ve got your dick in my throat or you drag me away kicking and screaming.”

he glares down at you, jaw clenched, but his eyes are blown wide and his breath’s hitching like he’s already giving in. “and if you bite me again?”

you blink up at him innocently. “then you’ll have to teach me a lesson. daddy.”

his hand tightens in your hair so fast, you whimper. his face drops into something darker. flushed, heated, unchained.

“that’s it,” he says, voice a low growl now. “you get one chance. no teeth. and if you so much as grazed me—i swear to god, i’ll tie you to the bed and leave you there aching for hours.”

you shiver. “promise?”

he groans again—this time pained for a different reason—and unbuckles his belt with a look that spells doom and bliss in equal measure.

“you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, pushing your hair out of your face like he’s about to watch art unfold.

“i know,” you grin, already lowering your head with stars in your eyes. “and your dick’s lucky too.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO

“look at you.”

his voice is low. almost a purr. one arm thrown over the back of the couch, the other resting on his thick thigh, fingers absently tapping like he’s got all the time in the world. and there you are—on the damn floor, crawling toward him with a sheet half-draped around your bare body, your knees hitting the carpet with each desperate shuffle.

“you’re so dramatic,” he chuckles, watching you like a predator, boxer briefs soaked through with a very obvious dark patch from just how much he’s leaking. you two had barely finished wrestling on the bed—bodies tangled, lips bitten, hands everywhere—before he escaped, telling you to cool off and earn it if you really wanted him.

and you did. god, you did.

“toji, please,” you whisper, clutching his thighs like they’re your lifeline, forehead pressed just above his knee. your lips are swollen, eyes glassy, your whole body buzzing from the leftover high of grinding against him. the sheet slides a little lower, barely covering anything at all. “i need it. need you. want your cock so bad it hurts—”

he snorts. “you didn’t seem to have any problem using your teeth last time, sweetheart.”

“that was reflex!” you cry, kissing the muscle of his thigh, voice shaking with humiliation and need. “you were flexing. i blacked out. i was in heat or something.”

“you damn near bit me,” he mutters, but he’s already spreading his legs wider, letting you slip in closer between them. “ain’t lettin’ you suck me off until you beg like you mean it.”

you look up at him, face hot, eyes wild. “toji, i am. look at me, i’m naked and on my knees—i’m practically weeping for it.” your fingers curl into his thighs, massaging slowly. “i love your cock. i miss it in my mouth. i wanna taste you so bad i’m shaking. please let me make it up to you, i’ll be good, i swear. no teeth, just tongue. soft, warm, wet, messy—however you want it, please.”

he groans under his breath, cock twitching under the wet fabric, already starting to swell again.

“fuck. you’re pathetic,” he says, but there’s affection in it. a twisted sort of pride. “my poor little slut crawling for dick. what’d i do to you, huh?”

“ruined me,” you whimper. “you broke me. there’s no coming back. i need you in my throat or i’m gonna lose my mind.”

his hand drops to your head, gripping your hair tight. “you’re sick.”

“you made me sick,” you whisper, nose brushing the base of his length. “and now you gotta take responsibility.”

toji laughs—deep, dark, filthy. “that so?” he lets you tug his boxers down just enough to free him, his cock soaked, heavy, dripping against your cheek. “you better treat him right this time. if i feel teeth, you’re not gettin’ shit for a week.”

you nod frantically, lips parting as you kiss the head, licking up his length like it’s the answer to every prayer you’ve ever said.

“good girl,” he mutters, voice all grit and gravel, hand tightening in your hair like he’s anchoring himself to reality. “make it nice. messy. and if you make me cum like that again, maybe i’ll let you ride me like the rabid little bitch you are.”

you moan in response, mouth full, eyes fluttering, sheet slipping off your back completely as you settle in between his thighs like it’s your altar.

and toji?

he just grins.

“atta girl. daddy’s real proud.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA

“are you insane?” sukuna growls, yanking you off his cock with a wet pop, thick fingers gripping your jaw as he glares down at you like you just committed a federal crime. “i told you no fuckin’ teeth, brat.”

you blink up at him, dazed, spit trailing down your chin, his taste still hot on your tongue—and then you gasp, like you’ve just been stabbed in the heart.

“it was an accident!” you shriek, dramatically flopping back onto the bed with a loud wail, dragging the back of your hand across your forehead like a Victorian widow. “i didn’t mean to! you’re so big it’s hard to breathe, sukuna!”

he groans and rolls his eyes, turning away, his cock still hard and glistening, twitching with every heartbeat. “and now you’re being fuckin’ dramatic.”

you let out a gasping, exaggerated sob. “because you RUINED me! you ripped your cock out like i was some uncivilized beast! i was worshipping you! that was the best head you’ve ever gotten and you know it!”

“you bit me!”

“NOT ON PURPOSE!” you're full-on yelling now, wrapping yourself in the sheets like you’re mourning the death of your dignity. “i was in the zone! it slipped! i’m sorry, your majesty, please just let me suck you again before i combust!”

he doesn’t say anything. just leans against the wall with his arms crossed, cock still leaking, veins bulging from how hard he is—and that only makes you worse.

you crawl to the edge of the bed and point at it like it’s a crime scene. “look at it! it’s crying, sukuna. your dick misses me. it’s not even mad! we made up already! we’ve been through so much together, and you’re going to let one little bite ruin everything?!”

he barks out a laugh—real and sharp and rough—and wipes a hand down his face. “you’re fucking unhinged.”

you whimper, lower lip wobbling as you shuffle back onto your knees, reaching for him with trembling hands like a woman starved. “i just want to make you feel good,” you whine, hands clutching his thighs dramatically once he is close. “please let me try again. i’ll be slow, i’ll go so soft, i’ll baby it. i’ll kiss it better, i swear.” you lean in and whisper like it’s sacred: “i’ll sing lullabies to it.”

he nearly chokes on his breath, head thrown back in a bark of laughter, but when he looks down again, his expression twists. your eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and wet from earlier—and you’re trembling with need, thighs pressed together like you’ll die if he doesn’t let you back on his cock.

he watches you for a second. his cock twitches again. hard. twitchy.

“…fuck me,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “you’re so annoying it’s hot.”

you light up. “so does that mean—”

“no,” he growls, pushing you back onto the bed again before took another steps back. “you’re gonna lay there and think about what you did.”

you wail like a banshee. “I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT WHILE I WAS SUCKING YOU!”

“TOO BAD.”

you thrash under the sheets like you’re possessed, kicking the mattress, fists in your hair. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! I’M GONNA DIE WITHOUT YOUR DICK IN MY MOUTH, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? TO KILL ME? MURDER BY DENIAL?!”

sukuna’s lips twitch.

“drama queen,” he mutters, but he’s already walking back toward the bed.

and you?

you’re waiting, pretty little pout on your lips, one eye peeking open, whispering:

“…does that mean i can suck it now?”

he sighs.

“if you fuckin’ bite me again, i’m tying you up and making you watch me jerk off.”

“…deal.” his cock , thick and soaked and pulsing against your cheek. “mmm,” you moan, nuzzling him like you’ve been starving for this. “hi, baby. missed me?”

“you talk to my dick more than you talk to me,” sukuna mutters, watching you with a half-crazed grin. “but keep going, let’s see if you can make me cum without getting punished.”

you wink up at him, tongue out, already devouring him.

and sukuna just growls, one hand in your hair, the other gripping the back of your head like he’s barely holding himself back.

“that’s it. make it messy, slut. show me how desperate you really are.”

SHIU KONG

“mmph—wait, ow—okay, nope, that’s it,” shiu grunts, suddenly yanking your head back by your hair. his cock slips free from your mouth, slick and flushed, and his eyes are sharp with irritation.

“you bit me again.”

you blink up at him, wide-eyed, lips shiny and red like sin, a little dazed. “...i didn’t mean to—”

“you bit my dick.”

“it was barely a nibble!”

one sharp, violent bite,” he snaps, brows raised, looking at you like you’re some wild animal that got inside his house. “you think that shit’s cute?”

you sit back on your heels, eyes wide, chest heaving like you've just survived a war. “it wasn’t on purpose!” you shout, voice cracking. “you grabbed my hair and moaned like a goddamn demon, i thought i was dying—it scared me! it was a survival response!”

shiu runs a hand over his face, cock still standing tall and twitchy like it doesn’t care what his brain is saying. “a survival response is ducking. not biting the head of my dick like it owes you money.”

you gasp again—deeply offended—before flopping backwards onto the bed with a loud, wounded groan, sheets tangling around your body like a collapsing ghost. “i can’t believe this,” you moan, hand over your chest. “i’m being punished. denied. forsaken.”

“good,” he mutters. “think about what you did.”

“i was! i was repenting! with my mouth!” you shriek, writhing on the bed now, like your soul is being pulled out of your body. “and you ripped your cock out like i was some kind of threat! do you hate me?!”

he stares at you like he’s mentally filing a restraining order.

and you? you crumble. dramatically. hands over your hair, you tangled into the sheets like you’ve been mortally wounded, the back of your hand flung across your forehead like you’re starring in a Shakespearean tragedy.

“oh my god,” you wail. “you’re rejecting me. again.”

“yes. because you keep fucking biting me.”

“i didn’t mean to! i got excited!” you sob. “i told you, you were moaning like, like... some low-budget porno villain and you were so deep, i couldn’t breathe, and then—then my brain shut down!”

shiu’s hand is on his hip now, head tilted, staring at you like you’re a broken vending machine that just ate his money.

“you are too unhinged to have a mouth license.”

you gasp, offended. “you’re gonna punish me for enthusiasm?! for dedication?! shiu, i was trying to impress you! i wanted to be your top-ranking throat champion!”

“you’re disqualified.”

you let out a long, theatrical wail, rolling yourself in the sheets like a demented spring roll, clutching a pillow to your chest.

“then what’s the point of living?!” you cry out. “what’s the point of being sexy if i can’t even use it?! i was born to suck your cock, and now it’s been taken from me. how cruel the world is.”

he groans, wiping his hand down his face. “you’re exhausting.”

“then let me drain you!” you sit up, eyes wild, hair a mess, sheets slipping off your shoulder. “you’re already hard again! your dick misses me! he’s not even mad! he’s asking for me—i can hear him whispering. he said, ‘where’s she goin’? bring her back.’”

he’s losing it now. jaw clenched. lips twitching like he’s trying not to laugh. “i should muzzle you and put you in a cage.”

you moan. actually moan. “yes, daddy, punish me for my crimes! let the punishment be your cock down my throat!”

shiu walks away like he’s going to go pray or find an exorcist.

you?

you follow him on your knees, dragging the sheet behind you like a bridal veil, whispering, “please… please, just let me make it right… let me apologize to him personally…”

he turns around slowly, staring down at you. his cock’s still hard. you both know it.

“you swear you won’t bite me again?”

you nod frantically. “i’ll treat him like a prince. a baby lamb. i’ll be a good girl, i swear.”

“…if i feel even one tooth, you’re getting a gag and i’m going to edge the fuck out of you all night.”

your eyes sparkle.

“you promise?”

HIGURUMA HIROMI

you’re under his desk, knees pressed into the carpet, palms spread against his thighs like you were summoned by divine command. his slacks are already unzipped—his shirt sleeves rolled, pen tucked behind his ear, glasses slipping down his nose. he looks like a goddamn courtroom fantasy.

you’re seconds away from having your dinner. the meal of kings. your mouth is practically watering, lips already parting as your fingers hook into his waistband.

but the second you tug his briefs down and get a glimpse of him, warm and heavy and waiting for worship—his hand snaps down.

he stops you. stops you.

your mouth hovers a breath away. “what the fuck?”

his eyes don’t even lift from the paper he’s reviewing. “no.”

you blink. “no??”

“you bit me two days ago.”

you sit back on your heels like you’ve been physically struck. like he just told you your favorite bakery burned down.

“that wasn’t on purpose!”

his brow twitches slightly, finally glancing down at you over the rim of his glasses. “you’ve said that three times now.”

“because it’s true!” you cry, grabbing his thighs dramatically. “it was enthusiastic teeth, not malicious teeth!”

he exhales slowly, setting his pen down like he’s preparing to deliver a verdict. “my cock disagrees.”

“he was moaning! he was into it!”

“he was in pain.”

you gasp, hands flying to your mouth. “you’re lying to turn him against me!”

“he has trust issues now.”

you lurch forward again, arms wrapping around his hips as you press your cheek to his thigh like a rejected lover begging for one last dance. “i’ll rebuild that trust. i’ll make amends. i’ll speak to him directly if i have to.”

“you’re not putting my cock through trauma bonding.”

you groan like you're dying, forehead thudding against his knee. “hiromi, please. this is cruel and unusual. i’m starving. you’re there, he’s there—everyone’s here! let me serve my country.”

he’s trying not to smile. you can tell. you see the slight twitch in his lip, the way his fingers tap against the desk like he’s counting to ten.

“you're unbelievable.”

“i’m committed.”

“you’re a menace.”

you pout up at him, eyes big, lower lip trembling. “i’ll be soft. so soft. i’ll hum him lullabies. i’ll put a little bow on him if that’s what he needs.”

he groans under his breath and leans back slightly in the chair. “if i let you, and i feel even one tooth…”

“then what?” you whisper, excited now, leaning in. “you gonna make me cry?”

he leans forward, resting one elbow on his knee, staring you down with that judge-like stare that makes you throb.

“i’ll finish on your tongue and tell you it’s your punishment.”

you grin like the fucking devil. “your honor, i accept the sentence.”

his fly is open.

you win.

for now.

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Bang Chan // 방찬 ✨ The “Accidental Soulmate Confessor” Emotional | Heartfelt | Always just one beer away from writing you a wedding vow | Thinks he’s texting normally — he’s absolutely not.

[2:04AM] u kno ur the best thing that ever happened to me right [2:05AM] like not just in a 😚❤️ way but in a 🌎☁️🌟💍 way [2:07AM] am i spelling good? is this good spelling? [2:08AM] imma write u a song rn brb need to find my mic. love u. (You later receive a 32-second voice memo of him singing about your eyelashes before snoring kicks in.)

📱 Text style: Long heartfelt paragraphs cut into chaotic line breaks. One (1) existential crisis per text chain.

🥂 Drunk vibe: A soft ball of love. Tears up mid-sentence. Thinks about forever while holding his water bottle like it’s a mic.

💿 Aesthetic: Hoodie sleeves over his hands, star projector spinning, acoustic lo-fi playing, and the word “love” typed and retyped 12 times.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Two whiskey highballs and half a glass of wine he didn’t mean to drink that fast.

Lee Know // 리노 😤 The “Angry-That-He-Misses-You” Drunk Tsundere | Bluntly Flirty | Lowkey Clingy | Mad that you make his heart soft

[1:47AM] don t get used to this i m n ot cute i jst miss ur dumb face [1:48AM] ur the only person i wldnt throw a slipper at. tha means smthing [1:49AM] “come over so i can insult u in person 🐱🖤 (Follows with a blurry selfie in your hoodie: “it doesn t smell like u anymore fix it”)

📱 Text style: Aggressively incorrect spelling + love disguised as threats.

🥂 Drunk vibe: Angry at feelings. Loudly defensive. Will call you annoying then stare at your contact photo for 10 minutes.

💿 Aesthetic: One earbud in, black hoodie pulled tight, cat curled on his lap, 2 unread messages from you he pretends not to obsess over.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Soju bombs and a shot he claimed he didn’t like but still asked for another.

Changbin // 창빈 💪 The “Buff Romantic” Loudly Affectionate | Jealous in a Healthy Way™ | Protective Softie | Wants to fight your sadness and win

[12:33AM] LISTEN i don’t say it enough but UR 🔥 and funny and i wanna squish ur cheeks [12:35AM] also i think i saw a guy look at u once and i didn’t like it i think i’m jealous?? [12:37AM] but like in a healthy communicative way😤💕 (Sends 12 progressively zoomed selfies of his forehead.)

📱 Text style: Caps lock + muscle emojis + randomly tender confessions

🥂 Drunk vibe: 50% flirt, 50% hype man. Will body slam your insecurities if given the chance.

💿 Aesthetic: Heavy chain necklace, Spotify on sad R&B, heart-shaped Post-its on his gym mirror, three selfies in your messages before you even respond.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Tequila shots and one suspicious pink drink the bartender dared him to finish.

Hyunjin // 현진 🎭 The “Poetic and Probably Crying” Drunk Hopeless Romantic | Art Boy Delusions | Will write you a sonnet and cry while doing it | Thinks your hand is a masterpiece

[1:11AM] i saw a moon tonight and thought it was u [1:12AM] no wait it was a streetlamp but i still meant it [1:13AM] ur hands r my fav shape [1:15AM] can i draw u asleep? not in a creepy way. ok maybe in a little way. (Sends a blurry sketchbook page that just says “pretty” written over and over.)

📱 Text style: All lowercase. No punctuation. A poem in disguise.

🥂 Drunk vibe: Gazes out the window with a single tear. Dramatically clutches his chest while texting you you’re “divine.”

💿 Aesthetic: Scented candles, sketchbook covered in flowers, red wine stains on notebook paper, whispered voice notes that make your heart ache.

🍷 What he got drunk on: One bottle of red wine, a playlist titled “tragically yours,” and exactly one bite of cheese.

Han // 한 🌀 The “Unhinged Meme Lord with Accidental Feelings” Chaotic Neutral | Otter Memes + Unplanned Confessions | Panic Texts | Actually Madly in Love

[2:55AM] i just rememebred u like otters. here’s an otter. also me when u smile 🦦🫠🫶 [2:58AM] how do i send a pizza to ur house without knowing ur address?? wait nvm i do know it. im smart. genius. [3:00AM] ok but like... i love u. oh no i pressed send wait nO (Follows up with: “jk unless??? 😳”)

📱 Text style: Meme. Confession. Apology. Repeat.

🥂 Drunk vibe: Flirting through chaos. Will quote SpongeBob and then cry because “you’re the only one who gets him.”

💿 Aesthetic: Hoodie up, random snacks around his desk, YouTube playing a conspiracy video in the background, one hand hovering over the delete button.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Soju + cider mix, three jello shots, and something called “angry peach tornado” from a sketchy bar.

Felix // 필릭스 🌻 The “Sunshine Becomes Liquid Gold” Drunk Emotionally Soft | Hug Dispenser™ | Cries Because He Loves You Too Much | Wants to tuck you in spiritually

[11:45PM] hiii 💛 just want u 2 kno ur like my fav person ever like ever ever ever [11:46PM] u ever seen a star and been like wow that’s them?? bc that’s me rn with u [11:48PM] sending hugs via telepathy did u get it?? 🫂☁️💫 (Includes a 3-second voice note: “hiiiiiii... ur cute. ok bye.” followed by a giggle.)

📱 Text style: Stream of consciousness kindness + giggles in voice memos

🥂 Drunk vibe: Becomes 100x more affectionate. Holds your hand tighter. Cries over how lucky he is to know you.

💿 Aesthetic: Lavender candle burning, soft knit sweater, arms wrapped around a pillow, 7 open tabs of photos he wants to send but thinks “are too much.”

🍷 What he got drunk on: Sparkling rosé and one (1) baby bottle of peach soju. He got tipsy halfway through dessert.

Seungmin // 승민 😐 The “Denial But Obsessed” Drunk Pretends He’s Sober | Insults You Lovingly | Texts Like He’s Not in Love (But He Is) | Regrets Everything the Next Day

[12:12AM] i’m not even drunk lol u just looked really nice in that one outfit from last week [12:13AM] don’t let it go to ur head. average. 6/10. ok fine 11/10. whatever. [12:15AM] if i die tonight tell my dog i loved u more (Next day: “that wasn’t me. i was hacked.”)

📱 Text style: Passive-aggressive flirts + “idc but here’s my heart” energy

🥂 Drunk vibe: Thinks he’s subtle. Is actually fully feral. Will send “you up?” but claim it was a typo.

💿 Aesthetic: Glass of wine untouched, sarcasm layered over panic, piano keys he’ll pretend he doesn’t play when thinking of you.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Expensive red wine he “hates” but keeps sipping like it’s vengeance. Also maybe a whisky cola he didn’t finish.

I.n // 아이엔 🍓 The “Too-Sober-to-Be-This-Flirty” Drunk Composed | Mischievous | Knows EXACTLY What He’s Doing | Flirts with a smirk you can feel through the screen

[10:44PM] not drunk just thinkin. bout u. in that outfit from last week lol [10:46PM] r u free rn or should i keep pretending i don’t wanna kiss u [10:49PM] missed my stop btw. not bc of u. but also yes. entirely bc of u. (Sends a photo of his shoes and says: “u could be in front of these rn just say the word”)

📱 Text style: Quiet confidence + emotional landmines disguised as jokes

🥂 Drunk vibe: Barely tipsy. Still 100% in control. Uses texting as a weapon and you never see it coming.

💿 Aesthetic: Glossy lips, streetlight reflecting on his rings, late train ride, voice memo he replayed twice before hitting send.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Soju + soda with ice and a lemon wedge. He’s classy. He’s dangerous. He drank it slow just to mess with you.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #sundaysoftdrops

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becomingthatgirl111 · 1 month ago

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How to Start Working Out (Even If You’ve Never Trained Before)

Starting your fitness journey can feel overwhelming—especially if you’re not sure what to do, where to go, or even what to wear. I know that feeling so well because I’ve been there too. Whether you’re planning to hit the gym or work out at home, I’ve created this simple, beginner-friendly guide to help you get started the right way, without stress and without pressure.

Why You Don’t Need to Be “Fit” to Start

Let me remind you: you don’t need to be fit to start—starting is what makes you fit. What matters most is consistency, not perfection. Whether you want to build strength, feel more energized, or simply take care of yourself, working out is one of the best gifts you can give to your body and mind.

Gym vs. Home Workouts – Which One Is Better?

The answer is: the one you’ll stick to.

• The gym can give you access to more equipment and a motivating environment.

• At home, you save time, feel more comfortable, and need minimal space or tools.

Both are valid, and you can switch between them depending on your mood, schedule, or goals.

Beginner Full-Body Workout (No Equipment Needed)

Here’s a simple full-body workout you can do at home or at the gym. You can repeat this 3 times a week to start building strength and stamina:

Warm-Up (5 minutes):

• Arm circles – 1 min

• Jumping jacks – 1 min

• Bodyweight squats – 1 min

• Hip openers – 1 min

• Neck & shoulder rolls – 1 min

Full Body Routine (Repeat 2–3 rounds):

• 12 squats

• 10 push-ups (knee or full)

• 15 glute bridges

• 12 lunges (each leg)

• 30-second plank

• 15 bird dogs (core + balance)

✨ If you’re in the gym, you can do the same routine but using dumbbells for squats and lunges, and machines if you prefer. Don’t be afraid to ask for help—everyone was a beginner once!

Tips to Stay Consistent

• Don’t wait to feel motivated—create a routine and show up for yourself.

• Wear an outfit that makes you feel confident.

• Follow fitness creators or playlists that inspire you.

• Track your progress (even just writing “I moved today” counts!).

• Celebrate small wins like completing your weekly workouts or feeling more energy.

Want More Routines Like This?

If this post helped you and you’d like more beginner-friendly guides, let me know in the comments or send me a DM/message. I love connecting with you and would be so happy to create more full-body or targeted workouts (legs, arms, abs… whatever you need!).

💌 You can always message me if you need a little extra help or motivation.

Would You Like a Website Where You Can Find All the Blog Content (and More)?

I’ve been thinking about creating a space where everything is organized and easy to find—routines, guides, mindset tips, healthy habits, and more.

Would you find that helpful? Let me know below! 👇🏼

Your opinion really helps me grow this community and support you better. 🌱💖

Let’s become our strongest, healthiest, most confident selves—one workout at a time. You’ve got this! 💪🏼✨

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It’s a Saturday morning you wake up to find me sleeping next to you in bed what do you do 😇

#it’s me hi 💐💗#send asks 💌#send asks <3 #send asks 💌✨

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mistfallengw2 · 10 months ago

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OC's Background Relationships Ask Game

Send an ask with OC + emoji (or the corresponding text), get a short ramble about the relationship of that OC with the corresponding side/background characters!

🎲 - Biological parents

👑 - Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years

❓ - Estranged family/relatives they've never met

📎 - Siblings/close family

✨ - Children (current or future)

💎 - Chosen family (including warband)

🧸 - Childhood friends

🏆 - Best friends (past, current or future)

💌 - First crush/love

💋 - First kiss

🌹 - First relationship

🌶️ - First intimacy

💍 - Partners (current or future)

💔 - Exes

🍑 - Notable flings

✏️ - Classmates (including other cubs at the fahrar for charr)

⚙️ - Coworkers/boss (krewe/other charr outside of warband)

🐾 - Pets

🔪 - Enemy/nemesis

💢 - Person they can't stand

⚰️ - Someone they lost (not necessarily dead)

🩹 - Someone who was a source of trauma

🗑️ - "It's complicated"

©️ - Bonus: Canon NPC important to them

[Note: doesn't have to be in-depth, and if something is not applicable to an OC, you get to reroll!]

#gw2 #gw2 ocs #guild wars 2 #ask games #ask meme #disclaimer: OP takes no responsibility for the creation of new characters and the consequent brainrot (you're welcome)#this also works if you want to come up with ideas for your OC's social circle and backstory!#[I made this for GW2 OCs but it can be applied to any fandom]#might not be the most “standard” ask game but this is how I ended up with nearly 400 characters. so...#as for my characters: any on the list can be poked with these questions #my ask games #note: I will send asks only to those with gw2 ocs and easy to find character lists/tags.#edit: welp this has totally left fandom containment so I'm deactivating notifs

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kathlare · 10 days ago

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Hii I love your stories!! could we please get a chapter with Lando and Amelie back on stream since Lando streamed last night? Pleasee with a lot of fluff and cute moments

Thank you so much for your request and all the love!! 💖 Here it is — a new chapter with Lando and Amelie back on stream together, full of fluff and cute little moments just like you asked 🫶 I really hope you like it!! And as always, if you have any other requests or ideas you’d like to see, feel free to send them my way anytime! 💌

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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: A lively evening unfolds as Lando hosts a high-energy game stream with his friends, filled with teasing and laughter. Amidst the chaos, a calm, tender moment breaks through when a special guest quietly joins him, shifting the night’s mood to warmth and closeness.

Wordcount: 5.1 k

Warnings: none

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June 4th, 2025 - Barcelona, Spain

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stelladayman: me n my fav tomato 🍅 → ameliedayman: @stelladayman never letting you leave my suitcase again

stelladayman: red set supremacy 🔥 → chilliwilli19: @stelladayman you were SERVING in that pic too ok don’t be shy → sunnyamelie: @stelladayman stella’s back in her wag era and i’m here for it

landonorris: the red set should be illegal → maxfewtrell: @landonorris bro be real she had you tripping in sector 3 after that mirror selfie → landonorris: @maxfewtrell i’m in my lover boy era let me live

elysiadayman: that white dress pic is HELD ON MY FRIDGE → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman that’s because you’re obsessed with me

lanmeliesupremacy: literally she could post crumbs and i’d still eat them up → f1girlmads: @lanmeliesupremacy we’re all just peasants in the dayman monarchy → lanmeliesupremacy: @f1girlmads she’s queen of my serotonin

chaoticwags: this is a “my bf just won monaco and i’m glowing in spain” soft flex → noricharm: @chaoticwags her WAG aura is unbeatable rn

carlosisfast: ok but did she even go to watch the RACE or just do an editorial → sunnygridgirl: @carlosisfast she did both. some of us multitask ✨

floralsinsector1: the fruit stand pic feels like an indie film still

gridbabieee: RHODE PRODUCTS, RED HANDBAG, WHITE DRESS = she’s a color-coded queen → pitlaneprincessa: @gridbabieee i see the vision and the vision is glossier meets ferrari

oscarpiastri: i was there and i didn’t even get a jamón plate invite → ameliedayman: @oscarpiastri bc i like you but not that much

hatepage323: she’s only relevant bc of lando lol → lanmeliearmy: @hatepage323 say that louder so we can all block you faster 💅 → sunshineandsector2: @hatepage323 babe she literally has more range than your wifi

alex_albon: tapas were mid → ameliedayman: @alex_albon alex you ate like 4 plates

georgerussell63: where’s my invite to the fruit stand → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 earn it 🫶

ninalando44: her taking script notes on the floor in her little yellow dress?? WIFE → downshiftangel: @ninalando44 she’s multitasking like she’s not breaking the grid with her outfits too

lando4evaaa: she’s not a wag she’s the whole grid → pitlaneeditor: @lando4evaaa wags wish. amelie runs the paddock rn → amelieislife: @pitlaneeditor respectfully? they all just guests in her spanish era

monacowasbetter: this is why no one took her seriously before lando → softamelia: @monacowasbetter and now? she’s getting paid to do what you tweet from your mom’s couch about xoxo

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The sun was warm in that perfect early-June way, kissing the cobblestone streets of Barcelona with golden light as Amelie walked beside Sav, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose and a cold bottle of water in hand. Her hair, freshly dyed back to that bright, signature blonde, caught the sun with every step, bouncing as she laughed at something Sav had said.

Two security guards trailed discreetly behind them, letting the women wander freely down Passeig de Gràcia, popping in and out of boutiques, while the city buzzed quietly around them.

Savannah—Lando’s sister-in-law, unofficial big sister #3 in Amelie’s growing collection—linked her arm with hers as they stepped out of a shop, a little Zara Home bag swinging from her fingers.

—Okay, but hear me out,— Sav started, giving her a pointed look, —you need that linen set from Mango. It’s giving "I live in Monaco and make fresh orange juice for my hot boyfriend while he sleeps off a Grand Prix win."—

—Okay but I do live in Monaco with my hot boyfriend now,— Amelie grinned, eyes sparkling as they crossed the street, the warm breeze ruffling the hem of her sundress. —I just don’t make him orange juice. Yet.—

—Yet,— Sav echoed dramatically. —Look at you, all domestic and shit. You know I was actually surprised it didn’t happen sooner.—

Amelie flushed lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. —I think I was scared. Not of living together, just… how real it makes everything, you know?—

Sav gave her a knowing look. —Ames. You’ve been in love with that man since, what, 2020?—

—Don’t,— Amelie laughed, shoving her gently. —He was just a really cute friend who made me laugh and looked good in a headset.—

—Babe. You used to smile so stupidly at your phone when he texted that even Checo noticed. That man misses nothing.—

Amelie groaned, hiding her face behind her water bottle. —This is bullying. Public bullying.—

—It’s sisterhood.—

They passed a flower stall, the scent of peonies and sun-warmed roses drifting around them. Amelie slowed, eyes catching on a bouquet of wildflowers that reminded her of the little ones growing on the edge of the cliffs in Monaco. Her new home. Their home.

—But I’m really excited,— she said after a moment, voice softer now. —Like, waking up next to him every day? Coming home and finding his shoes in the middle of the hallway even though I told him not to leave them there? I want all of it.—

Sav smiled, a little misty-eyed. —You deserve it. Both of you. I watched Lando go through some very dumb years, but he’s never been more himself than he is with you. And I’m not just saying that because my kids are literally obsessed with you.—

—They’re my girls,— Amelie grinned, eyes lighting up instantly. —Mila asked me last week if I could be her "real tia" now. I almost cried in the middle of FaceTime.—

—Athena said she wants to live with you when she grows up. Sorry to break it to Lando, but you’ve officially replaced us.—

Amelie laughed, biting her lip. —They’re so… pure. Being around them makes everything quieter. Like the noise in my head slows down.—

Sav’s smile faded just slightly, warmth still in her voice as she asked, —Is that why you’re doing better? With the food?—

Amelie blinked, surprised, then nodded. —Yeah. That and… Lan. He’s really patient. Like, annoyingly so sometimes. He knows when to say something and when not to. I feel safe with him. In ways I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.—

—You’re glowing,— Sav said softly. —Not just the hair, although that blonde is back, bitch.—

Amelie laughed again. —Thanks. Primavera’s this weekend, so you know I had to go full power-blonde.—

—Iconic behavior. You know Mila’s going to try to sneak into the festival, right? She said she wants to “be backstage and wear sparkles like Ames.”—

—She can. I’ll smuggle her in my dressing room.—

—You’re gonna be such a good mum one day,— Sav said suddenly, surprising her.

Amelie’s breath caught.

—I want to be,— she said, almost shy. —Not now, but… yeah. I do. Especially if they look like Lando did when he was little. That baby picture of him in his gokart? My weakness. He had these big cheeks and that serious face like he was already plotting world domination.—

Sav laughed. —He really was a grumpy little old man in a toddler’s body. No wonder you’re obsessed.—

—It’s kind of embarrassing. I’ll just scroll through baby photos of him sometimes when I can’t sleep. And then I think, “Okay, but imagine that but like… ours.”—

—Stop, I’m gonna cry in the middle of Barcelona.—

Amelie smiled at her, then looked down at her own fingers, toying with the edge of the paper bag in her hand.

—I know it’s not time yet. We still have dreams, y’know? He wants that championship. I have tours, movies, music. We’ve only just started figuring out how to be together after all these years of missed chances. But the idea’s there. The maybe. And that’s enough right now.—

Sav looped her arm tighter through Amelie's and gave it a little squeeze, her smile fond and proud all at once.

—That’s the best kind of maybe,— she said gently. —The kind that doesn’t rush you but still makes your heart race when you think about it. And you’re right, you guys have so much life to live just the two of you first. But I’m not gonna lie, Amelie… I can already see him holding your hand in a delivery room with tears in his eyes and you threatening to break his fingers.—

Amelie let out a loud laugh, drawing the brief attention of a couple passing by. —God, that is so us. I'd be like, “Lando, if you say one more word I will murder you right here in front of the nurse.”—

Sav was laughing too, almost doubled over. —Exactly! And then three hours later you’d both be crying and swaddling a baby girl who looks just like you but has his pouty little mouth and dramatic eyebrows.—

Amelie made a face. —Don’t say that. I can feel my ovaries plotting a coup.—

—Join the club. I got pregnant with Mila just because Oli looked at me like he wanted a dog and then said, “Or we could try for a baby?” Men are too powerful when they know we’re in love with them.—

They stepped into a little artisan jewelry shop, the air inside cooler and smelling faintly of wood and lavender. Amelie drifted toward a display of delicate gold rings, turning one over between her fingers.

—You think we’re moving too fast?— she asked suddenly, her voice soft, not really looking up.

Sav shook her head. —No. You’ve been circling each other for years, Ames. I think this is exactly the pace you need. Not a sprint, not a crawl, just… finally walking together in the same direction.—

Amelie’s heart swelled with that. She slipped the ring onto her finger, testing the fit absently. It sparkled a little too perfectly under the light.

—He keeps calling the new place ours. Not “my place” or even “the apartment.” It’s always ours. I didn’t think that would matter so much but… it does.—

Sav smiled. —He’s never shared anything like this before. That boy lives out of suitcases and hotel rooms, and suddenly he’s hanging up art and asking if the kitchen needs new pans. He’s not just making room for you, he’s making a home with you. There’s a difference.—

Amelie swallowed, emotions catching in her throat unexpectedly.

—And I know you’re scared,— Sav added, reading her without even looking. —Because it’s big. And when you’ve been through the kind of pain you have, letting someone all the way in feels like handing them a loaded gun and saying “please don’t shoot.” But he won’t. He won’t, Ames. You’re safe with him.—

Amelie nodded, blinking quickly. —I know. It’s just… sometimes I catch him looking at me like I’m made of glass and I want to shake him and tell him I’m not going to break.—

Sav’s smile softened. —That’s not fear. That’s reverence. You’re the girl he dreamed about long before you ever called him Lan.—

They paid for the ring—Sav insisting on gifting it to her with a wink and a “pre-engagement present, don’t tell him”—and stepped back out into the sunlit street, bags swinging on their arms, the sounds of Barcelona rising around them.

They turned into a little café with white awnings and a scattering of tables under lemon trees. Their guards took positions nearby, giving them space. Amelie sank into her seat, resting her sunglasses on top of her head, eyes glinting in the afternoon light.

—You know, I used to think I wasn’t cut out for forever with someone,— she said suddenly, looking at the little lemon slices floating in her water. —Like I was too complicated or too much or not enough. But with Lan… I don’t know. He makes forever feel simple.—

Sav reached across the table, linking their pinkies for a moment. —That’s how you know it’s real. Not when it’s easy, but when it’s clear. And you two? You’ve been endgame since 2020. You just took the scenic route.—

Amelie smiled, radiant and content. She could already imagine herself curled up on their sofa in Monaco, Lando half-asleep beside her, Benny climbing over his lap while Björn knocked something off the kitchen counter in protest.

The maybe would wait. For now, this was everything.

And honestly?

She wouldn’t change a thing.

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ln4champion: LANDO IS LIVE ON TWITCH. OH MY GOD.

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landofthelanmelie: he streamed once and immediately mentioned “my girlfriend” like boy we KNOW 😭 → ameliespinkbag: @landofthelanmelie he missed us but missed her more be fr 😭🫶

chaoticwags: him giggling at his phone every 5 mins like we don’t know it’s Amelie texting → norismilf: @chaoticwags the way he lights up is so unserious 😭 let them be obsessed

wagscentral: lanmelie coded twitch streams are my love language

quadrantcrush: WHO LET HIM BE THIS CUTE AGAIN → lanmeliesupportgroup: @quadrantcrush amelie. amelie let him.

daymaniac: twitch chat if amelie joins: 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ → stellaapproved: @daymaniac Lando will log off so fast lmao

fruitplatefan: if he says “babe” out loud i’m throwing my laptop → wagsarewinning: @fruitplatefan same girl i got my funeral playlist ready 💀

softforlan: remember when he pretended he was too busy to stream? it was always her. it was always amelie

chaoticwags: if she walks in on stream wearing his hoodie i’m gonna bark → norisimp: @chaoticwags the lanmelie jump scare we’ve been WAITING for

quadrantdoll: he said “hi guys” and my depression cleared for 0.2 seconds → notmclarenadmin: @quadrantdoll same but then the mic glitched and it came back

lanmeliearchives: someone in chat just asked if Amelie’s there and he BLUSHED i’m gonna throw up → camupdates: @lanmeliearchives he was like “maybe 😳” BOY BE SERIOUS

mclarenmama: how is he still a gamer when he has a whole literal goddess girlfriend?? → crashqueen: @mclarenmama dual wielding mouse + gf hand 😭

norrispilled: he really chose us over date night with Amelie… we won → mclanmelie: @norrispilled no bc he’s lowkey scared of her and still said “just for a bit guys 🧍‍♂️” 💀

chaoticwags: he just said “she’s at dinner” bro you miss her say it with your chest 😭

wifey4lando: he keeps checking his phone mid-stream he’s def texting her → formulapookie: @wifey4lando the “yes i ate” text is being sent in real time

amebbyfanclub: lando without amelie on stream feels like when your friend’s gf can’t make it to the group hang → pitwallpsycho: @amebbyfanclub like yeah it’s fun but… where’s the sparkle

n4rryfan: no Amelie, no hoodie, no vibes 😔

amesinparis: he said “she’s busy” like he’s not down bad and missing her every 3 seconds 😭 → lanfan888: @amesinparis he was THIS close to playing her music on stream don’t lie

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The stream had been live for barely twenty minutes, but the chat was already unhinged.

landonorris: 🟢 LIVE - im gamin Viewer count: 132k

Lando was sat in a black hoodie, hair a little messy and headset slightly crooked, with Connor next to him, both hunched over their screens, Escape from Tarkov in full chaotic swing.

—He's behind the box! He’s behind the f... CONNOR, YOU’RE BLIND,— Lando yelled, slamming a fist on his desk as shots exploded through their headphones.

—I’M NOT BLIND YOU DIDN’T CALL IT— —YOU WERE LOOKING AT HIM— —HE WAS CROUCHED LIKE A LITTLE GOBLIN—

Max’s voice crackled through Discord, dry and amused from wherever the hell in the world he was playing. —You two sound like a married couple. I'm gonna mute you both.—

Lando was mid-eye-roll when the suite’s door opened.

His head whipped around.

The chat caught it immediately.

DID YALL SEE HIS HEAD SNAP 🚨GUEST ALERT🚨 oh he heard THE voice AMELIE??????

—What the fuck was that reaction— Connor started, already turning in his seat to look toward the door too.

But it wasn’t Amelie.

It was Oliver first, Lando’s older brother, stepping inside with a bottle of sparkling water and a half-eaten bag of popcorn. Niccolò followed close behind, tossing his keys into the bowl near the entrance like he lived there. Which, to be fair, he kind of did whenever Amelie and Lando were in town.

—Oi, you’re streaming?— Oliver asked, already grinning as he stepped into frame, catching the webcam’s angle.

—Mate, warn me next time. I’m not dressed for 130k people,— Nic muttered, though he looked perfectly fine in his linen shirt and that Italian nonchalance he wore like cologne.

Lando shook his head, smiling even as he flicked a glance at the screen. —Say hi to the internet, lads.—

—Sup, internet,— Oliver said, giving the camera a little salute. —Connor still blind?—

—Absolutely,— Max deadpanned from Discord.

Connor threw both hands up. —I literally saved your ass last round, don’t even start.—

Before the argument could continue, the door creaked open again and Sav entered, pulling off her earrings as she kicked her shoes off by the door.

—Hellooo boys,— she said with a lazy wave, walking in behind the others. —God, I forgot how loud you lot are when you’re trying to kill pretend people.—

Lando laughed. —You survived dinner, then? Where’s Ames?—

And that was it.

All three of them—Oliver, Niccolò, and Sav—exchanged glances, immediately smirking.

Sav leaned against the back of his chair, eyebrow raised. —Of course that’s the first thing you ask.—

—Didn’t even say hi to me,— Oliver added with a mock pout.

—She went to the bathroom, loverboy,— Nic supplied, plopping down on the edge of the bed. —Relax. You’ll see her in like two minutes. Or are you gonna combust before then?—

The chat was having an absolute meltdown.

WHERE IS SHE HE’S SO GONE FOR HER I REPEAT, HE SAID ‘WHERE’S AMES’ BEFORE ‘HI SAV’

Lando flipped them all off—both in the room and on stream—without looking away from his monitor.

—I literally just wanted to make sure she didn’t fall into the hotel pool or something. Chill.—

Sav snorted. —You mean the same pool that’s twenty stories below us and locked behind two gates? Right.—

They were still teasing when Connor got gunned down in-game with a scream.

—DUDE! NO! I was organizing my inventory!— Connor groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

Lando barely survived five seconds longer before a grenade exploded nearby and took him out too. —Fuck’s sake. Max, you better clutch or I’m banning you from the group.—

—You die every time and still act like this is my fault,— Max replied dryly.

Now dead, Lando and Connor spun their chairs toward the others as they waited for Max to either finish the round or die.

Oliver tossed a pillow at Lando. —So. Dinner was chaos. Amelie couldn’t take two steps without someone asking for a picture.—

—Not kidding,— Nic added. —Even the chef came out and asked for a selfie. Then the manager brought her a plate to sign. A fucking plate.—

—She signed it like a rockstar,— Sav grinned proudly. —Gold Sharpie and everything. I think they’re gonna frame it in the kitchen.—

Lando chuckled, but his eyes flicked toward the hallway as footsteps padded closer.

And then, finally, the door opened again.

The chat exploded.

BLONDEEEEEE SHE’S BACKKKK MOTHER IS MOTHERING LANDO IS SILENT. SILENCED. GONE. look at his FACE bro

Amelie walked in, glowing from the day—blonde hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders, skin sunkissed from the Barcelona sun. She was still wearing the outfit from dinner: a silky champagne-toned mini dress with a low back, hugging her just enough to make Connor whisper “oh my god” under his breath before Sav smacked his arm.

—Hi,— she said casually, like she wasn’t derailing the entire stream with her presence. She made her way to the dresser, grabbing the hoodie she’d left earlier and shrugging it on over her dress.

Lando swiveled in his chair, staring like a man in a trance. —You look…—

—Hot, yeah, we know,— Amelie grinned as she leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, her hand brushing his jaw. —Hi, baby.—

He blinked, visibly flustered. —Hi.—

—Hi chat,— she added, peeking at the camera over his shoulder and giving a small wave. —Please be nice to him. He’s sensitive.—

The comments were flying.

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII HE’S SENSITIVE 😭😭😭😭 she kissed him I’m gonna die actually what do we call this look? devour era? AND SHE’S BLONDE AGAIN WE WON

—Just grabbing clothes. You boys keep yelling at each other, I’ll be back in a sec,— she said, already halfway to the ensuite.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Lando exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the entire time.

Connor laughed. —Jesus Christ, dude. You need a glass of water? Or a minute alone?—

—Shut up,— Lando muttered, cheeks tinged red.

—Can’t wait for your sim card to fry when she walks back in wearing your hoodie and nothing else,— Max deadpanned from the headphones.

The boys howled with laughter.

Lando just grinned, the kind of smile that said yeah, he’d gladly combust for her.

And judging by the chat, the entire internet would go with him.

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lanmelieupdates: SHE’S HEREEE 😭😭 Amelie just popped up in Lando’s stream, gave him a kiss and dipped like nothing happened 😭 the way he blushed??? we're not okay. LANMELIE LIVES FOR REAL 💻💋🍓

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streamsimp_: that little kiss? i’m throwing myself into the ocean → softforlanmelie: @streamsimp_ she owns that man AND his twitch stream

gridgirliee: why does lando look like a golden retriever in love i’m— → lanmeliefluff: @gridgirliee bc he IS a golden retriever in love 🥹

quadqueen: Lando forgot what game he was playing after that kiss i fear → chaoslane: @quadqueen he was buffering IRL 💀

tifosiwitch: it’s giving wife behavior → zaddiesunite: @tifosiwitch it’s giving husband reaction too 😭

mcluvmelie: their domestic era is so soft i’m crying in the club

blondeamelie: SHE KISSED HIM ON CAM AND HE SHORT-CIRCUITED 😭

softlaunchqueen: she said “hi baby” and lando’s soul left his body 😭 → gamerwifey: @softlaunchqueen he’s not coming back. rip.

chaoticwags: if MY gf looked like that i’d never stream again → norifangirl88: @chaoticwags he was fighting for his LIFE to stay focused bro 💀

wheelsonfire: the way he looked at her??? that’s “she holds my soul in her tiny little hands” energy

blessedbybjorn: did anyone else feel single watching that or was it just me → hazefangirl: @blessedbybjorn it was a personal attack actually

streamsniffer: connor, sav, oliver, and nic witnessing a romcom unfold live is the energy I crave → cringecorequeen: @streamsniffer AND THEY ALL JUST LET IT HAPPEN LMFAOOO

lanmeliesupremacy: she wore THAT dress, kissed her man, bullied the chat, then vanished. queen behavior.

blessedbybjorn: did anyone else feel single watching that or was it just me → hazefangirl: @blessedbybjorn it was a personal attack actually

streamsniffer: connor, sav, oliver, and nic witnessing a romcom unfold live is the energy I crave → cringecorequeen: @streamsniffer AND THEY ALL JUST LET IT HAPPEN LMFAOOO

lanmeliesupremacy: she wore THAT dress, kissed her man, bullied the chat, then vanished. queen behavior.

streamsnaccs: the way the boys just accepted their third wheel status instantly → thirdwheellando: @streamsnaccs even max muted himself outta respect 💀

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Hours had passed.

They were deep into their fourth or fifth round of Tarkov, the suite dark except for the harsh glow of their monitors and the occasional flash of muzzle fire. Lando was still locked in, headset on, Connor next to him arguing over loot, Max crackling through Discord.

The viewer count hadn’t dropped below six digits all night.

Lando’s hoodie sleeves were pushed to his elbows now, hair a mess from running his hands through it every time he died. His voice was a little hoarse from shouting, but he was still going strong, leaning into the chaos like it was fuel.

Connor was mid-rant about dying to a camper when the door opened again.

No one looked at first—too focused, too loud—until Max said, slightly amused —Uh. You might wanna check six, Lando.—

Lando glanced over his shoulder.

And didn’t even flinch.

He just… smiled.

The stream caught it. The little upward curl of his lips, the way his eyes softened like muscle memory, like they were programmed to respond to her.

Amelie stepped inside, barefoot and sleep-tousled, wearing one of his oversized Quadrant shirts and a pair of old McLaren shorts that had definitely been stolen from his closet. Her hair was a little messy, her face bare, cheeks flushed from sleep.

She didn’t say anything.

She didn’t have to.

Lando didn’t break focus on the game. He just leaned back slightly in his chair and nudged it out from the desk, making space.

She padded over, climbed into his lap like she’d done it a thousand times before—which, to be fair, she had—and curled into his chest, arms around his torso and face tucked into the crook of his neck.

Lando’s arms wrapped around her automatically, controller still in hand, continuing to play over her back.

—Were we too loud, baby?— he mumbled, one hand brushing lightly over her hip.

She hummed something that sounded like mmhmm and nuzzled deeper into him.

The chat went feral.

DID SHE JUST— OH MY GOD SHE’S IN HIS LAP. HIS LITERAL LAP. this is the softest stream in history “were we too loud baby” IM UNWELL the way he made room for her 😭😭😭 WHO LET HIM BE THIS BOYFRIEND

Connor didn’t even flinch anymore.

He just rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, —Here we go again.— Then louder, to no one in particular —At this point she should just have her own gaming chair.—

Lando smirked, barely glancing up as his thumb moved over the controller. —She does. It’s just... my lap.—

—Disgusting,— Max chimed in through Discord, though he sounded more amused than annoyed. —Can you two wait until I’m not bleeding out in a stairwell to be gross? Cheers.—

Lando chuckled, low and breathy, barely audible under Amelie’s sleepy murmur of —You’re warm...—

The chat went insane.

THE MULTITASKING IS CRAZY he’s cuddling and shooting people i’m crying this is what peak male performance looks like I THOUGHT THIS WAS A VIOLENT GAME WHY AM I CRYING protect her at all costs. and him. and their cats.

Amelie shifted a little, her legs draping over one of Lando’s and her hand slipping beneath his hoodie like she was trying to crawl inside his skin. Lando didn’t even blink—just adjusted slightly so she could be more comfortable, controller still perfectly in place, fingers moving with practiced precision.

—You want water or anything, Ames?— he murmured, dipping his head toward her ear.

She mumbled something again, a little incoherent, before managing: —’m good. Just needed you.—

He smiled, like that was the easiest thing in the world. —I’m right here, angel.—

Connor groaned. —Okay. Yeah. No. I’m leaving. I’m done. I’m taking fall damage just from the secondhand affection.—

—You were already trash this round anyway,— Lando said, grinning.

—You’re trash. Your KD is trash. Your girlfriend is the only good thing about this stream,— Connor snapped, gesturing toward Amelie’s very unconscious form in his lap.

Lando didn't even argue.

—True.—

The chat lost its mind again.

he didn’t even deny it 😭😭😭😭 “true.” THE CONFIDENCE she’s literally SLEEPING ON HIM mid-stream he’s GONE connor: ur trash | lando: yeah but look at my life rn 🫶 and THAT’S how you win at life

Max, ever the deadpan voice of reason, chimed in from wherever he was in the world. —I swear if she starts snoring, I’m clipping it and sending it to her label.—

—Do it and I’ll leak your DMs with that Twitch mod from two years ago,— Lando shot back without missing a beat.

Connor choked on a laugh. —OH MY GOD—

Amelie barely stirred, her fingers flexing lightly against his stomach like she was dreaming, and Lando’s entire focus momentarily flickered away from the screen and down to her.

The smile he gave her then—quiet, reverent, gentle—was caught by the webcam.

And every single person watching knew:

This wasn’t a bit. This wasn’t for show. This was real.

Lando Norris was utterly, hopelessly, stupidly in love.

And she was asleep in his lap, safe and wrapped around him like she belonged there.

i’m not crying you are love is real actually. i believe again someone check on the fan accounts they’re probably flatlined how do I uninstall feelings. this is too much. what’s the ship name again? lanmelie? it’s giving endgame.

The stream continued.

But the tone had shifted—still chaotic, still full of grenades and shouting—but somehow softer, warmer, like everyone was playing under a blanket now.

Connor sighed dramatically and leaned back in his chair. —Okay, whatever. I’ll third wheel. Again. As usual. Can we please raid the resort this time without Lando getting distracted by his literal sleepover girlfriend? Thanks.—

Lando just smiled, adjusting his grip on the controller and settling into his chair a little deeper—one arm still around the girl he loved.

—Let’s do it.—

The hours stretched on, the night deepening outside the suite’s windows, but inside the world was just theirs — pixels, laughter, and the quiet rhythm of Amelie breathing against Lando’s chest.

Connor, still trying to keep up, was muttering complaints but mostly just smiling at the scene, now thoroughly resigned to being the third wheel. Max’s voice cut through the tension from Discord one last time.

—Alright, man, I’m calling it. I can’t concentrate with your personal cuddle puddle hogging the best spot on your lap. Someone’s gotta go to bed eventually.—

Lando’s grin was lazy, warm, the kind that made the screen glow softer. He glanced down at Amelie, still nestled against him in one of his old McLaren shirts and those impossibly short shorts that gave no hints of modesty.

—Yeah, yeah. We’re done here.— He hit the ‘end stream’ button, the viewer count freezing before dropping as the broadcast went offline.

Turning to Connor, he laughed. —You’re a trooper for staying this long. But yeah, time to call it. I’ll carry Ames back to bed.—

Connor raised an eyebrow, half teasing, half impressed. —Carrying her like a princess or like she’s a sack of potatoes?—

Lando smirked, scooping Amelie carefully into his arms. She stirred a little, mumbling something indecipherable but snuggling closer.

—Like she’s the most precious thing in the world.—

Connor shook his head with a grin. —Alright, I’ll let you two be mushy. Catch you tomorrow, yeah?—

—Definitely. Good night, Connor.— Lando waved him off as the door clicked shut behind the retreating gamer.

Lando’s voice softened, eyes warm as he looked down at Amelie’s peaceful face.

—Let’s go to sleep, love. Big day tomorrow.—

She smiled sleepily against his chest, the kind of smile that said everything was exactly where she wanted to be.

He carried her down the hall, the quiet hum of the city far away, their own little world sealed tight behind the door.

And finally, the only sounds were the soft steps and the promise of rest.

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deathdetermineslife · 4 months ago

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valentine's day ask game!!

💝 - what has your f/o given you in the past for valentine's day? if this is your first valentine's day, have they given you anything yet? what do you think they'll give you this year?

💌 - does your f/o write you love letters? are they more of a cheesey Walmart card kinda person? or do they not like to do either?

💐 - has your f/o ever given you a bouquet? what flowers do they include?

🌈 - how was your very first valentine's day with your f/o? if you haven't celebrated yet, how do you think it's going to go?

🍒 - are you and your f/o the type to do sickly sweet romantic things on dates and valentine's day? what kind of things do you do together?

🧁 - is your f/o the type to give you sweets? what do they get you? what do you get them? or do you bake together instead of gifting each other sweets?

🏩 - where would you like to go this valentine's day? what does your f/o have planned? what do you have planned?

🎀 - what gifts are you planning on getting your f/o? do you have any fun surprises planned?

✨ - do you and your f/o have any matching jewelry? what is it?

🌹 - how do you and your f/o feel about valentine's day traditions? going out on dates, getting chocolates and bouquets, or are you more untraditional?

🦢 - do you and your f/o have any cheesey nicknames for each other? what are they?

💄 - how does your f/o dress up for dates? what's an outfit you think they would look nice in youd like to see them wear on valentine's day?

feel free to reblog and use or just answer all the questions if you want to :) practice good karma and send someone some asks!

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kedsandtubesocks · 7 months ago

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Erika!! how about 14 and 23? 🧡

Sweetest K thank you so much for the asks!! 💘

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

My first ever Max P fic lol!!

It was such a fun challenge & wonderful surprise finally getting to write for him even though I still wanna stick him in a mason jar lol

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Poor lake monster!Pero… he’s been in and out of my mind so much but other fics have just swooped in unfortunately /:

But fingers crossed one day I hope I can fully do him justice 😭🤞

end of the year fic asks

#Thank you again for sending these in I hope you have a cozy and sweet rest of your day honey 💝#pero Tovar one day I will write for you I swear it #also ily K 🫶#k’s tag 🪁✨#Kate’s tag 🪁✨#asks and such things 💌

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pretty little wife | crazy 4 u

joel miller x f!reader one shot collection

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3 | ✨kofi ✨

summary: valentine's day special! joel has historically made sure that valentine's day is special for his pretty little wife, but this year he's gone above and beyond. warnings: 18+ MDNI! no apocalypse au, pre-established relationship/dynamic, sub/dom relationship, soft dom! joel, free use kink, orgasm denial if you squint hard, unprotected piv, rough sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, choking/breath play, pet names for reader, praise kink, romantic as fuck husband joel this chapter, some domestic fluff, alcohol consumption, maybe maybe maybe there is a breeding kink moment, reader has hair that can be pulled a/n: they're so in love it makes me SICK!!! thank you so much for reading and loving this couple along with me, and happy galentine's and valentine's day my loves! 💋💗💌

reminder i have no taglist anymore, follow @beardedjoel-updates to hear about my new fics!

You quietly squeal to yourself as you start to tear open the newly delivered package on your way back inside from the mailbox. You look down at the assortment of pale pastel candies, all strung up on thin strands, waiting to be devoured. Your own curiosity and lack of self control nearly has you reaching in the box to break one off for yourself, but you hold back, reminding yourself just who you bought this for and why.

Valentine’s Day is in two days, but you’d wanted to get a jump, giving Joel a more playful vibe today considering you know he’ll have gotten you something sexy and downright depraved to wear on the actual holiday. Your skin tingles at the thought, recalling all of the things he’d had you wear in the past. Your most memorable being crotchless panties under a skin tight dress at dinner one Valentine’s Day, so he could finger fuck you under the table at one of Austin’s finest restaurants. Keeping your face straight during that had been painstaking, but you’d loved every minute of the debauched public display. When you’d asked Joel why he hadn’t just had you go sans underwear that night, he’d smiled devilishly. ‘Adds to the forbidden factor, don’t y’think?,’ Joel had replied, ‘So premeditated I had to get my baby somethin’ to weep onto while I knew I’d be shoving my fingers so deep in her pretty pussy.’ Those naughty words from Joel still send a shudder up your spine to this day as they ring in your mind. He hadn’t even waited until you two were home that evening to use that same hole in the panties to fuck you dizzy, until you’d screamed in the back seat of his car for him. Even then, he hadn’t relented until you came too many times to even remember the count now, leaving his seats a soaking mess.

You sigh, bringing yourself back to the present, brushing the memories away for now to get yourself ready to make some new ones with your husband. Once you’ve changed, you take a quick moment to admire the scant pieces of lingerie, almost laughing at the absurdity, but wondering how in all these years you’d never thought to buy candy underwear for Joel to devour off of you. You preen yourself for a few more quick moments before heading downstairs, wanting to set yourself up to act casual for Joel when he arrives home. Sometimes you do this on purpose, knowing he gets off on interrupting what you’re doing just so he can take you, fuck you however he pleases. And even when you really are in the middle of something, you get off on it too - being of service to your husband, helping him feel good while knowing you’ll be well taken care of, too.

On the dot at 5:00, you hear Joel’s car pulling up and smile smugly to yourself, continuing to wipe the counters down. A prompt pop of your hips to push your ass out follows when you hear the front door open and close.

“Doll? Where are ya?” Joel calls out, voice slightly muffled as he bends down to put his shoes away.

“In here!” you call out, voice high and sugary sweet, imitating the lingerie plastered to your body right now.

“How’s my pr-” Joel starts, freezing the moment he enters the kitchen. He takes in the sight - you slightly bent over, only a tiny string between your bare ass cheeks, pink high heels, and straps of candy running over your shoulders and across your back. You whip your head over your shoulder, rotating your body just enough to give Joel a peek at the lines of candy also covering your tits. He laughs, head thrown back in playful amusement before stepping towards you, predatory and slow, his laugh fading into a contemplative smirk.

“What do we got here?” Joel says quietly, hands immediately pressed tightly to your hips, his body pushing you forward into the counter. You whimper when the edge of the counter starts to dig into your stomach, Joel’s massive form locking you into your spot. “A little snack f’me to enjoy after workin’ so hard all day?” Joel can barely contain himself, blood running hot as he contemplates how grateful he feels right now.

“Mmhmm…” you whine out, already feeling any semblance of tension leaving your body at Joel’s gentle but calloused touch, this feeling of home. You giggle when Joel leans down to where the straps come around over your shoulders and takes a bite out of the candies, a little groan leaving him as his lips also catch on your skin, mixing the taste of you with the sweetness of the candy.

“Delicious, baby,” he hums in your ear, then goes on to kiss your earlobe. You melt, head falling back slightly with a docile smile plastered on your lips. “How’d a man get so lucky?” He takes another bite, kissing along your shoulder as he does so.

“Thought we’d get a jump on Valentine’s Day, darling,” you coo back, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

Joel freezes, his eyes going wide and body rigid. “Fu-” he murmurs to himself, lips still practically attached to your shoulder.

“What?”

He tears himself off of you with the most disgruntled groan you may have heard from him yet. “Baby, we gotta get movin’. You… fuckin’ little candy underwear, god damn it…” he starts muttering, grabbing you tightly and spinning you around. He grasps your hand in his and starts leading you upstairs. “You gotta change, honey, we’re…” he trails off, looking guilty and a bit flustered.

“Joel, what the hell is going on?” you ask, stopping and pulling back on his hand.

Joel sighs, calming himself for a moment before finally meeting your eyeline again. His gaze softens and he smiles. ��Had a whole thing planned, darlin’. A surprise. C’mon and see for yourself.”

You trail after him, suddenly feeling ridiculous in your candy underwear given the change in mood. He takes you into the bedroom, opening his closet and yanking out your suitcase. Your brows furrow as you watch him pull it to the center of the bedroom, then going back for another suitcase of his own. Your mouth drops open slightly before curling into a smile, realizing that Joel had planned a trip for the two of you. He’d mentioned to keep your schedule free around Valentine’s Day, but you’d figured it was just typical plans - dinner, a picnic, or a fancy hotel room, nothing this big.

“Joel… baby…” you breathe out, clutching a hand to your chest. You feel suddenly filled with warmth, like sunshine has started filling you from the belly outwards, making your entire being feel light and tingly. Effervescence. That’s what being with Joel is like.

He gives you a lopsided smile. “We’re leavin’ tonight. Planned it all, flight is at eight so we can wake up there ‘n get a jump on everythin’. An’ then you had to wear that,” he huffs, gesturing to your entire body with a wild movement of his hand. “An’ scramble my brain right up.” His eyes linger along your entire midsection, sincerely considering throwing these plans away just to sate his hard cock, but he shakes his head and looks you in the eyes again.

“A jump on…. what’s everything?” you ask, placing an impatient hand on your hip.

Joel reaches into the built-in shelves in his closet, pulling out a soft, cashmere lounge set and walking it over to you. “Jus’ get dressed an’ I’ll explain as we go. God damn it, this was s’posed to be so much more romantic.” He sighs, a hand repeatedly running through his hair during your entire conversation, looking flustered.

“Aw, honey, it is, promise,” you assure him with a kind laugh, starting to peel off the candy underwear, bringing it over to your dresser to deposit it for another time.

“Mm-mm,” Joel chants with a smirk, squatting down to unzip your suitcase and holding out his palm to you. “Those are comin’ with us.”

You’re over 31,000 feet in the air now, the sky dark outside the plane windows as you peer out. Joel had planned an entire long weekend to head to Aspen, where he’d booked you both skiing lessons and a cozy, romantic room at a lodge there. Your heart swelled as he explained it all on the ride to the airport, remembering how it was on your bucket list to learn to ski, but being from Texas there hadn’t been too many chances to learn locally.

You stretch your legs out, admiring the leg room in the first class tickets Joel had gotten you two, bringing the complimentary glass of champagne to your lips.

“Baby, this is too much,” you say with a slight frown, despite feeling overjoyed at everything about your current situation.

“Never. I’ve been plannin’ and savin’ for this for a while. Wanted to surprise you big time,” Joel says with a toothy, proud grin.

“Well, you did. Makes my candy underwear feel kind of… well, wimpy in comparison.”

Joel’s pointer finger flies to your lips, pressing down before your glass can reach your mouth again. “Not a chance, little doll. That’s all I need from you - skimpy little outfit to keep your husband happy.”

Your lips curl into a sly smirk and you part your lips, nipping the end of Joel’s fingers. He shoots a brow up, challenging you, but you back down. You and Joel don’t always have the most public decency, but you decide it’s not worth getting kicked off the plane just for an orgasm you could wait a few more hours for. You nearly roll your eyes at the thought though, your cunt aching from the unresolved moment you two had shared in the kitchen earlier. You can tell by his wide pupils and rosy cheeks that Joel must be feeling a lot of the same way and having the same conflictions.

“If we wait a few hours… it’ll be even better…” you lean over and whisper to him, voice betraying you as it escapes in a breathy, sultry tone.

“Plane never stopped us before…” Joel says, brows raised again.

You tut, but then smile at the memory of your one sexual adventure on a plane with Joel, when you two were on your way to your honeymoon. A discreet handjob and fingering in first class under blankets hadn’t been the most romantic start to your married life together, but it suited the both of you. “Aaand…” you trail off, placing your palm on his chest. “We almost got caught like five times, big guy. Promised ourselves we wouldn’t do that again.”

Joel grumbles quickly, and you know he understands, but you feel an anxious twinge in your stomach, like you’re breaking the rules. Your face falls a little and you turn towards him, more serious this time. “I know we have… an arrangement, and you know I love our arrangement.” Joel gets what he wants, whenever he wants - the words agreed upon by the both of you within your marriage, and you were all for it. “But just this time I think we shouldn’t break the law for it.” You raise your brows, stomach turning again as you wait for his reaction - Joel is always understanding and patient with you but as usual, you find yourself desperate to please him.

Joel bites the inside of his cheek, then he leans over to plant a peck on your cheek while he reaches down to squeeze your hand in reassurance. “No, baby, you’re right. Probably should be an exception ‘bout planes in there, huh?” He tilts his head playfully and you feel your tension dissipate immediately. “Always the rational one, ain’t you, honey.”

“Barely,” you tease, chuckling in relief. “I just don’t want to ruin the trip before it’s even started. Let’s just watch a movie or something?”

Several hours of keeping yourselves occupied and dozing off had you finally arriving in Aspen, where Joel gently nudged you awake as the plane landed. You rubbed your bleary eyes and made your way through the plane and airport half-awake, just letting Joel guide you with one of your hands gently grasping at his sleeve the entire time. You two get outside the airport with your suitcases, now bundled up in an adorable puffer jacket Joel had packed for you, along with a new pair of fuzzy earmuffs. You were starting to have a sneaking suspicion that there was a lot of new clothing in your suitcase.

Standing next to an impeccably shiny black car is a well dressed driver holding a tiny sign that makes you do a double take.

Mr. & Mrs. Joel Miller.

You tug on Joel’s sleeve with eager excitement as he starts towards the man and your mouth hangs open.

“Joel, you did not hire a fancy driver,” you scoff quietly in disbelief. Joel stops in his tracks, screeching the two of you to a halt before turning to face you.

“If you’re already questioning me at the airplane seats ‘n the driver, it’s gonna be a long few days, honey,” he says sweetly, his voice crackling and gruff with tiredness from the long day. Your open mouth turns to a smile while you tut and shake your head.

“You’re too much, Joel Miller…” you muse, following him to the car. The driver, Randy, takes your bags and stuffs them in the car, offering you an open car door to climb inside. Your stomach flips with butterflies, not having realized just how romantic of a weekend Joel had planned for you. You fight off a quick mist of tears as it pops up, trying not to get emotional at just how overwhelmingly thoughtful your husband could be sometimes.

When Joel sits next to you, you clasp onto his hand tightly, giving him a watery smile that he returns with a sympathetic one of his own, reading that you’re feeling overwhelmed. Sure, since Joel had become more and more successful in his business you’d been treated beyond your wildest dreams, but sometimes it all hit you hard in one big moment like right now, filling you with gut clenching gratitude for your life. Life with Joel oftentimes feels like a dream, something you’ve stumbled into somehow that you aren’t sure you deserve. Joel would never let those thoughts slide, always reminding you how lucky he feels to have met you in that bar, that fate intervened so spectacularly in his life.

You lean your head on his shoulder for the duration of the ride to your accommodation, feeling sick with nostalgia and gratitude as you get lost in your thoughts. When the lodge comes into view, you pick your head up, mind suddenly empty as your jaw drops while you take it in.

It’s dark out, the sky black against the warm, glowing lights peeking through window panes throughout the lodge. A mountainous backdrop is still visible despite the dark night, and you can’t help but ogle at everything, imagining how stunning it will look in the daylight. The lodge is huge, ornate despite the fact that it’s meant to look simplistic and cozy with its wood siding. Joel marvels quickly at the construction out of habit, being in the business he’s in gives him a certain preclusion to commenting his two cents on every place you stay. You’re stunned silent as the back door is opened by Randy and you step out underneath a large overhang, greeted by yet another person who offers to take your bags. It’s all fuzzy, your brain tired and overwhelmed by what you’re taking in right now, the fact that just hours ago you’d been at home, content to just stay in with your husband tonight. You blink back to reality, about to speak when Joel gets to it first.

“Please. Thank you kindly,” Joel drawls, quickly slipping them a bill from his wallet and then turning back to you, offering you his arm. You take it, practically ready to squeal loudly with excitement as you two enter the building. You admire the expansive lobby while Joel steps away to check in - high ceilings and wood beams, roaring fireplaces surrounded by cozy seating and tall, full but neatly arranged bookshelves. A winter dream if there ever was one.

You’re gazing around, tired, slow blinking eyes, too lost in it all to notice Joel come up next to you, his hand finding the small of your back. He leans close, lips and rough beard brushing your ear with a soft kiss.

“Room’s ready,” he practically growls, and your gut clenches at his tone, your thighs pressing together. Suddenly, your body feels alight, nerves buzzing and goosebumps peppering your flesh. Sleep is a far away notion now, recalling the way you’d begun this evening, only to have it go unfinished for the both of you. You smile, soft and docile like your husband likes, your voice a dulcet song so close to his ears.

“Lead the way.”

Your ass stings red hot from another harsh slap laid against it. Joel’s hungry mouth devouring you, your hat and coat discarded on the floor right next to the door to your room. Hair tangled from the way Joel is hanging on to it for dear life as he pounds into you. Your only view is the cream colored walls, your face pressed up against the cool, smooth surface as Joel’s body pins you there. The door had no sooner shut than Joel had thrown you here, as much clothing ripped off as he could stand before his cock was inside of you. You’d cried out, whimpered at the sudden heavenly intrusion despite your pussy needing a moment to adjust. Joel had pushed through it, anyways, delivering the first spank of the night on your ass, pants and underwear hastily pulled down, halfway down your legs - enough room for Joel to slip his cock in was good enough for now, he’d thought hastily. The pain had melded into pleasure, your cunt squeezing his cock and starting to weep, easing Joel’s firm thrusts into you.

“F-fuck…” you whine against the wall, lips hanging open as his cock hits deep, your g-spot crying out already from all the stimulation he’s giving it. He’s not going easy on you, and you’d already known he wouldn’t the second he got you alone. All those hours, the silent teasing going on in both of your heads as you’d waited for this moment.

“Takin’ my cock like such a good girl… my obedient little wife,” Joel grunts out next to your ear, his teeth scraping your earlobes, sliding to your pulse point. You shudder, your hips spasming down onto him as pleasure starts to rock your body. You’re close… so fucking close to that perfect paradise only Joel knows how to get you to. “I’d’ve fucked you right in that lobby, right in that car or that god damned plane. Want everyone to see what I do to my pretty wife, what I’ve got right here… fuckin’ mess only for me,” Joel murmurs, rambling on as he grunts over and over, giving you everything he’s got. His hands tilt your hips, holding tightly while he anchors you there. And he’s right, you are a mess. Dripping slick, coating your thighs, disheveled hair and makeup now from the pleasured tears rolling down your cheeks, wet, squelching sounds filling the hotel room that you haven’t even had a chance to see yet as your face is turned towards the corner near the doorway. It must be a sight, indeed.

“Y-yeah? Wanna s-show me off…?” you breathe out, voice trembling as much as your body is starting to. Your knees are jelly, shaking and barely able to hold you up when Joel delves deep, hitting that spongy part inside of you again, making your eyes roll back. Of course he does, you know he does - nothing brings Joel more joy than letting the world know exactly what he has.

“Fuckin’ know I do… all lookin’ at this tight little cunt takin’ my fat cock, my pretty pussy, all mine.” Joel’s body presses closer, and you’re trapped even more, the both of you damp with sweat and almost incoherent as you near your highs.

“B-baby… I’m -” you whine out, “Please…”

Joel has waited as long as he could, knowing what you need. He’d wanted you desperate for it, so close, your climax just within reach, before he took you over the edge. His hand on your hip curves forward, finding your clit, and you moan loudly at the contact on the sensitive nerves. Your body moves of its own accord, bouncing back into his thrusts wildly, barely noticing that Joel’s other hand has left your hip until it connects with your neck, hand wrapping around your throat. You gasp, the noise cut off into a small choke while Joel’s hand tightens and you croak out a moan.

“Oh my g-god… please…” you whimper again in a strained voice, hoping, no, begging for permission from him. He plays with you a little longer, feeling his cock harden beyond what he’d think possible, aching even inside of you for more, as he toys with you, making you wait. His hand squeezes your neck once more, a little harder, keeping the pressure on. You’re feral, your body screaming at you but you concentrate, holding back, your mind doing gymnastics to try to deny what your body wants so badly.

“Come.” Joel speaks the one word with finality, and you let go, your body shaking violently. His hand releases and you breathe in a full, round breath as you come, your pussy creaming so hard on his cock that you start to feel dizzy from it all.

“God damn, good girl… comin’ so pretty right now,” he whispers to your ear, the noise tickling your mind in the best way. Joel holds you up as you moan and whimper, his name falling off your lips in the way it always does in moments like these - worshiping him. You flutter and squeeze his cock like heaven incarnate, and Joel finds he can’t hold himself back any longer, spilling into you on the tail end of your own climax with a loud grunt, pretty praises for you off his lips.

You both collapse against the wall, Joel leaning against you, and you both catch your breath, the need gone for the moment after hours of waiting. You sigh, smiling in satisfaction when Joel pulls off of you, gathering you quickly into his arms, kissing you all over your head.

“That’s better, ain’t it?” he says teasingly, and you chuckle, nodding in his grasp. You both readjust yourselves, Joel helping you situate the clothing he’d haphazardly pulled aside in his frenzy earlier.

“Much,” you say with another sigh, leaning into him. “What time is our lesson tomorrow?”

“Not ‘till noon. Had a feeling we’d be… up late,” Joel replies wryly, and you laugh again.

“Such a planner,” you poke at him, raising your brows before tilting your head to kiss his cheek. You slip out of his hold and start to meander further into the room, jaw dropping for what feels like the hundredth time tonight while you take in the vaulted ceilings with those same warm wooden beams and white painted walls, a stone fireplace roaring in the center of the room across from the massive bed, adorned with rose petals. More roses sit atop the small breakfast table in a vase near the windows, and when you venture over there, the view you’re taking in is beyond stunning - the mountains in full view, moonlight shining over the entirety of the landscape and your eyes start to tear up. Champagne in an ice bucket, boxes of chocolate, fresh fruit, the entire works are all laid out - such a lavish, gorgeous display for the traditional romantic in you. You turn around finally, meeting Joel’s gaze, where he stands, a smitten look on his face as he watches you take it all in.

“Joel… What can I even say?” you gasp out, throwing your hands up before letting them hang back at your sides, defeated in the best way. “Thank you…” you say meekly, turning to peer out the window once more before walking towards him, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Thanked me plenty back there. An’ every day when you just be my good little wife, that’s thanks enough, doll,” Joel replies soothingly, stroking the back of your head. You lean your head against his chest, content to just listen to his heart beat for a few seconds, take in the memories of this moment. You lean back, tilting your head to give him a warm, grateful smile.

“Take me to bed?”

The next morning is far from the slow, romantic morning Joel had desired for you, realizing the both of you had forgotten to set any alarms and slept in well past 10:00 after your late night. It was barely giving the two of you time to get ready - a rushed shower and breakfast before hurrying to your skiing lesson. He’d dreamed about this hotel that he’d booked for months, the thought of waking you up with his mouth pressed deep into your cunt on that California King as he’d planned would have to be a distant fantasy as you two got on with your day.

Joel couldn’t help but stare at you the entire lesson, the way your face is lit up with pure joy in your ski gear as you fumbled to get the hang of things along with him. He’d gotten you ski pants, a jacket, gloves, and goggles - all the works that he knew was ridiculous for your first time on the mountain for that price tag. But he also knew you’d look just like this - adorable in your matching winter set, colorful goggles perched on top of your beanie and perfect lips curled into a never ending grin - and it made it all worth it.

Joel finds his own smile recounting the day as he keeps a steady hand on your back, the open back, low cut slinky dress he’d packed for you to wear to dinner tonight leaving plenty of skin for his hands to roam over as you two walk back to your room, full and contented. A candlelit dinner in the lodge’s shockingly expensive restaurant and a few drinks had you both feeling good as new again after your long day of skiing and mostly falling.

You two had laughed for hours as you’d fallen on your asses more times than anyone could count. Once you got the hang of it enough to get on the smaller slopes, you’d been unable to stop giggling the entire time, you and Joel catching up at the bottom just to ride the lift up again and again. You two flirted shamelessly the entire day like two teenagers, your heart swelling with so much love for your husband like it was your first date all over again. It was nice to have this uninterrupted time to just talk, get each other caught up on the other’s recent thoughts, feelings, and days that got lost amid the hustle of daily life.

Joel’s lips connect with the back of your neck as soon as the door to your room at the lodge is shut. “Like t’see those candy underwear again,” he mumbles to your skin, and you giggle a little too loudly, stumbling forward a bit.

Your brows wiggle as you try to crane your neck to look back at him. “That so, Mr. Miller?”

“Christ, y’only call me that when you’ve been drinkin’,” Joel teases, snaking his arms around to your front, holding you against him, the bulge in his dress pants becoming more obvious by the second as it hardens, pressing into you. “Can’t decide if it’s cute or jus’ makes me feel old.”

“No I don’t, Mr. Miller. And it is cute,” you demand, trying to hide the tiniest bit of a slur in your voice. Joel wasn’t wrong, you had been known to use that particular nickname for him after a few drinks, but you tended to be a bit of a bratty, indignant drunk.

“Thas right, ‘cause everythin’ you do is cute, m’little wife.” Joel says with a smile in his voice. His lips connect with your neck once again, trailing a few kisses down your spine. “An’ sexy…” he adds in a lower tone, one hand sliding to your hip, then your ass, squeezing hard before giving it a playful smack.

“Keep talkin’ if you want those candy panties to see the light of day again,” you reply, leaning back into him, your weight immediately welcomed by his warm, solid body.

“Oh, sweet girl, always gettin’ so bold with that wine, aren’t ya?” Joel’s hold tightens, one hand splayed across your torso and the other gripping your ass hard enough to bruise. “You forgotten who’s in charge here? Hm, baby?”

“A-actually, it was champagne…” you strain out, starting to pant as Joel’s hold goes even tighter, his domination quickly getting your thighs sticky, and you lament the fact you don’t have any underwear on right now. All at Joel’s request, of course, that you forgo any underwear at dinner tonight. You just whimper out a quiet moan, knowing you’ve gotten Joel riled up enough to keep going on his own volition.

“Think I don’t call the shots suddenly, huh? My sweet, sweet wife, we both know,” he pauses, mouth moving right next to your ear. A small nibble, his breath warm and tickling you in the best way right on sensitive skin sends a shudder through you. “That if I say put those fuckin’ candy panties on right this god damn minute, you’re gonna do it, yeah?”

Joel’s teeth suddenly sink into your neck a little, a tiny bite followed by a suck, and you nod desperately, silently cursing yourself for giving in so quickly, not giving yourself a little more time to play with him, let that tiny bratty part of you out of her cage for one of her rare appearances.

“Ain’t that right?” Joel repeats, giving your hair a little tug.

“Y-yes, Joel, yes baby…” you breathe out, and he releases your hair, his hold loosening on your body before he gives a loving pat to your ass.

“Good girl,” he coos, satisfied, sending another wave of heat to the apex of your thighs to hear his praise. A tiny moan slips out at the two words, still so effective after all these years. Joel chuckles, a tiny little huff off his lips as he spins you to face him. His hand cups your pussy through your dress, pushing the silky material between your legs before he tuts.

“Soakin’ yourself jus’ from gettin’ called a good girl…” he murmurs, lips getting dangerously close to yours. “Good. Girl.” he says with a smirk against your lips before kissing you. It’s long and deep, reminding you that behind the play and facade is an infinite amount of care for you - his wife, his forever.

He tears himself away, leaning his forehead against yours. “Now, go on and change f’me.”

You nod against him, then step back when he releases you from his hold. Breathless, on shaky legs, you rummage through your suitcase to pull out the candy set, smiling when you hold up the pastel treats, strung up on what might be the world’s flimsiest string. One minute in Joel’s rough, domineering hands and these would be toast, you think, almost laughing to yourself.

You see Joel go towards the fireplace, sinking himself down in one of the plush chairs there and crossing his ankle over his knee, settling back as he unbuttons the top few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt, watching you expectantly. You scurry off under his hot gaze, using the bathroom to change out of his eyesight before reemerging in his requested lingerie. You fight a giggle, wine still coursing through you while being reminded of the pure ridiculousness of this little stunt of yours.

Joel eats with his eyes first and foremost, sweeping them up your body as he finishes getting comfortable, unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves. You stand in front of him, thankful for the warmth of the fireplace right next to the two of you in your skimpy ensemble, and take him in right back. Broad, muscled, just starting to show his age with more grays every time you blink, and you love it. Love every inch of Joel.

“On the ground,” Joel says coolly, and you smirk, trying to hide it into a submissive, coy smile. Your knees go first, the plush rug under them a welcome relief, pure fluffy luxury in a weekend full of it. You start to lay prone, chest heaving with anticipation, mind spinning and reeling, wondering what torturous loving Joel has in store, how much he’ll milk it all out just for your tiny bit of bratiness earlier.

“Jus’ like that, thas’ right.” He leans forward and smiles, a little devilish and boyish in one, and you think you fall in love again as you watch him moving, looming over you now. He quickly palms the outside of his slacks, just the quickest relief before sliding his hand away, starting to circle you.

“Where to start…” Joel trills, and your body heats up even more while his eyes dig into you. When he’s standing at your feet, he starts to come down, leaning his entire body over you. “Can you be a good little doll and lay still while I have my treat?”

Breathless, you nod. Your eyes roll back a little when you blink hard, trying to catch your breath. Joel’s lifted brow and stare prompt you without him even having to say it - use your words, darlin’.

“Yes,” you say more confidently, and Joel smiles sweetly down at you.

“Good.”

He starts slow, lips moving languidly across your belly, up to where the candy rests on your tits, lapping at the sweetness there for a few licks.

“Mmm…” Joel mumbles. He’s back on you the next second, sucking the candies right on top of your nipples. The friction of the hard candies combined with the tiny licks of his tongue coming through to the hardened buds has your back arching, hips searching for him. You squirm, panting now when he bites through the candy, grazing your nipple with his teeth. Joel’s hands come down, ever so gently guiding your hips back down to the plush rug underneath you.

“What’d I say about bein’ still?” Joel teases, holding you there now before going back to bite again, crunching the candies before using his sugary tongue to tease your nipple with a few flicks as it pokes through the hole he’s just made. You start to moan, already a lost cause for your husband, the thought of trying to keep your body still already torturous.

“I c-can’t help it… I’m sorry, sir,” you pant out when your hips lift again, his mouth working harder and harder on your nipples. He grunts disapprovingly and continues on until both of your nipples are free, surrounded by the rest of the candy bra. Joel seems like a man possessed, lost in it all while he devours the candies, sucking and licking each new patch of skin, a sticky, sweet mess all over your skin.

You’re aching, body tense and in hot, hot need of him now as he teases you over and over. Your thighs clamp tight, trying to avoid bucking them up into where his hard, clothed cock hovers teasingly right above you. His hand grips tightly to your hip, the string of candy taut between his fingers. He’s eaten enough of the bra that it’s starting to droop, fall off of you completely, and Joel tears it aside, scattering the rest of the candies along the floor with a tinkling sound that pulls you out of the moment for a beat as you turn your head to watch the treats roll away.

“Good girl, bein’ so good f’me… such a sweet little thing…” Joel says, lifting his head off of your chest, giving you ferocious, unhinged eyes and candy tinted lips, puffy and overused.

“J-joel… please…” you whine out, the way he’s looking at you pulsing right to your already soaking cunt. His hand slips underneath the panties while he keeps his eyes on yours, watching them roll back completely as he fingers your clit. Your hips buck, finally, unable to stop it and you feel your lip quiver as a shaky moan releases from them. Joel leans forward, his lips finding yours and kissing you zealously, a glace mix of him and the sweets has your head spinning as you lap the taste off of his lips and tongue eagerly.

“So sweet…” you mumble into his mouth, going back for more and more, until you’re feeling just as sticky and sweaty as he is, the slow burn starting to gnaw at you, your core dripping while Joel rubs the softest circles over your bundle of nerves.

“You’re perfect, y’know,” Joel breathes out, lifting his lips off of yours just the tiniest bit. “My perfect girl…” You moan when his finger suddenly sinks inside of you, too caught up in the moment to even notice when he’d delicately slipped it from your clit to your clenching hole. You suck him in greedily, desperate for anything he’ll give you and whimper.

Joel contorts himself, sliding down your body, keeping his finger moving at a languid, steady pace as his mouth now meets the candy panties, nibbling along the top of it. You’re losing control, unable to take the teasing anymore, the slowness of everything, your rough and ready husband nowhere to be found right now.

Your moans become breathier, urgent and panting out of you more quickly than you can handle, your mind going a little fuzzy and light as the feeling of Joel completely takes over you.

“There we go… jus’ float on away baby, let me take you there…” Joel coos from your hip where his lips graze against your skin as another few pieces of candy come off. You give him an affirmative noise, barely registered even by your own mind as your eyes slip closed, your body warm and tingling, so desperately close to the edge. Joel’s finger hooks upwards inside of you and you gasp loudly, your body wracked with spasms as you start to come onto his thick finger. Joel lets you freely writhe and shake now, not bothering to have you lay still while he fucks his finger against your g-spot relentlessly while you ride out the waves of pleasure. You’re whimpering, a complete mess, chest, face, cunt, all feeling sticky and completely used by the man you love.

Your head lolls along the rug a bit before you blindly reach your hand for Joel, grasping his shoulder with your eyes still lazing shut. “F-fuck me, please… please,” you whimper, lightly clawing at his dress shirt.

You hear one more crunch of the candies before Joel’s fingers hook on the sides of the delicate string and pull your panties off. You can feel him, his presence hovering above you as he sits back on his knees and you hear him unbuckling his belt, imagining in your mind the sight of his hard cock coming free, readying itself at your entrance. You can barely think about opening your leaden eyes right now, still on the heels of your climax as your chest heaves up and down. You can feel the warmth radiating off of Joel as he climbs on top of you, hands gripping your calves to lift your legs up enough for him to fit snugly between them.

You grit your teeth a little, grunting out a gratified moan when you feel Joel start to push himself in, your cunt fluttering as it accepts as much of him as he’ll give. You’re greedy tonight, you can feel it, just needing everything Joel can give you, how far away from reality he could take you tonight.

He pumps in and out, almost uncharacteristic in his tentativeness, more of his thick length going in each time, and you finally peek your eyes open slowly, hands reaching to his shoulders and pushing underneath the collar of his dress shirt, finding his warm skin. He’s moving slower than he normally would, and you find his face looking down at you with adoration, just content to watch your face twitch and contort with each unhurried drag of his cock along your silky walls.

“Lookin’ like an angel,” Joel comments, seeing your face sheening and glowing from your climax, hair splayed around your head like a halo - pure angelic beauty, a work of art that Joel could never tire of gazing upon. You smile softly, one of your hands stroking his cheek lovingly, soft moans streaming out of you while he keeps up the same pace.

“Baby…” you moan, “I s-said to fuck me, please…”

“I am, little doll…” Joel teases back with a slow push of his dick into you, and you shake your head.

“You know what I meeeeaan,” you whine desperately, fingers itching to reach down and grasp his hips, pull him into you harder. Joel’s hips twitch a little faster, starting to roll into you with more force and you sigh, head thrown back a bit more.

“What, like this?”

Uh-huh. You start to go a little breathless, legs wrapping around Joel’s waist, securing your calves tightly against him.

“You want me to use you up again, hm? That it? My poor baby, she jus’ wants this tight little hole to be so fucked out she can’t walk, doesn’t she?” Joel says, patronizingly sweet with the drawl of each word.

You nod desperately. “Please, sir, t-that’s…” you stop to moan loudly when he bucks into you harder and harder. “That’s all I want…” you finally choke out, Joel’s cock hitting you so deep you nearly feel your breath stolen right from your lungs.

“What my pretty wife wants, she gets,” Joel practically sings to you, bringing his lips down to yours for a kiss, letting his mouth sloppily work its way to your neck, starting to bite and suck while he crashes into you harder with each thrust. You can only make tiny noises, clutching him as your hands snake around his neck, holding him close to you. Joel grunts loudly between sloppy licks and sucks on your throat, his hips moving more clumsily as your walls squeeze him to the point he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back.

“God damn it baby, this little pussy wants me in there so bad, she’s so greedy,” Joel punches out right next to your ear. You shudder, hips spasming and only tightening you around him further. Joel groans loudly.

“Please…” is all you can whisper, out of breath as he hits deep inside of you with each new movement.

“Fuck, c-can’t… need to fill you up, darlin’, need you fuckin’ full of me…”

“Pleaaaase…” More urgently this time, lips dry from the way you’re sucking in oxygen in quick gasps, starting to feel your orgasm clawing at your belly, tingly and hot.

“Fuckin’ full of me… gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. Give you my f-fuckin’ baby right now… m-make you swell up,” Joel pants, his face buried in your shoulder, biting down. You gasp, completely lost to the moment, fingers digging into his skin as you pull him in tighter, legs and feet crushed against his back. There are no two bodies here, only togetherness and sweat and breath - two people so lost in the moment and pure pleasure that they’re outside of themselves, becoming one frenzied movement to climb higher and higher to that sweet peak of relief.

“F-fuck… yes, yes, baby, yes…” you moan out. “Fill me up… d-do it…” you whine. With a stunted grunt Joel’s hips stutter forward, burying himself deep. The power, the emotion of it all as he starts to paint your walls tips you over the edge, fluttering tightly around him as you milk every bit of his seed into you, spasming and moaning as you reach another high.

“Oh my god…” you breathe out as you come hard, Joel’s ragged breath right in your ear softly moaning for you. The both of you fully collapse, Joel rolling to the side, clutching an arm around your chest. The crackling sound of the fireplace start to come back into your consciousness, the stillness and warmth of the room hitting you all over again while you lay back, feeling the stickiness of the two of you steadily leaking out of you. You’re speechless now, barely able to catch your breath, let alone process what Joel had hummed into your ear in the heat of the moment.

A baby. Did he really want that with you?

You two hadn’t discussed having children very often just yet, wanting to wait and enjoy being married, being just you two for a few years. But you felt your heart flutter a little, the thought of a little life inside of you, yours and Joel’s, a beautiful loved baby that you’d grow and nurture together. You can scarcely breathe at the thought, the love your heart swells with for this faraway notion, this unconceived child, already imprinting themselves onto your heart.

“Joel…” you murmur. His head turns towards you, and you watch light flickering around him from the shadows the fire is casting along his golden skin.

“I-” Joel stutters, seeing the look in your eyes. For once, he’s not sure he can quite read it. He knows he said something so much more tangible this time, beyond all the dirty talk the both of you love to get lost in. It was too much, surely, he’d scared you with it. “I’m sorry, honey, that was… jus’ caught in the moment, maybe…”

Your face falls a little, eyes dropping to peer past him with a sad look. “Were you?” you ask timidly, hands coming together on your belly and wringing nervously.

Joel’s eyes bore into yours, soft now, none of that feral fire that was there only minutes ago. He shakes his head slowly.

“N-no, no I wasn’t, doll,” he replies quietly. Your lips twitch a little, a small smile that you’re not able to hold back now.

“I, uh, I wasn’t either,” you tell him, and Joel’s eyes flash, lighting up a bit.

He turns completely on his side, and you do too, facing each other and scooting even closer. Joel drapes a hand over you, starting to rub lazy patterns onto your back. “So should we… uh, talk about this, then?” he asks, giving you a half, lopsided smile.

You give him a nod and a toothy grin, resting your forehead against his. “Get me those chocolates on the table over there and then we’re in business.” Joel moves without hesitation, winking at you as he pulls himself off the floor.

“Anythin’ f’you, darlin’."

You have no idea what hour it is, how long you’ve even been asleep when you feel Joel’s warm body pressing into yours, his chest now up against your back. The room is still nearly pitch black, making you take a moment to recall exactly where you are. You sigh, smiling softly at the memory of your trip thus far and you see a tiny sliver of light coming in around the blackout curtains in the room, clearly doing their job well by keeping you two asleep for god knows how long.

“Baby…” Joel whispers in your ear. You roll over slightly, your ass now rubbing into his crotch. Your eyes flutter slightly when you feel his cock, already half hard for you. Your insatiable husband, fucking you within an inch of your life for two nights in a row, and still coming back for more - a rare man of his age so voraciously consuming you over and over, never seeming to be satisfied.

“Hmm?” you murmur in reply. Joel wraps an arm across you, snuggling you closer, all warm heat against his broad, naked chest.

“Mornin’...” he mumbles back, lips pressed to your neck. “Sweet girl.”

“Morning, handsome,” you say, reaching an arm behind you to cup Joel’s cheek, running your fingers through his beard. He hums in pleasure, dipping his lips down to kiss your neck again. You shudder, digging yourself deeper under the plush comforter as you feel goosebumps covering your entire body. Joel’s hands start to roam, sliding over the skimpy, half see through pink slip you’d discovered in your suitcase last night.

Joel is suddenly shifting in the bed, and you feel the sheets rustling next to you before he’s bumping your legs as he climbs over them, settling himself underneath the comforter right in between your thighs. His touch just grazes over your plush thighs, soft and gentle, how Joel tends to be first thing in the mornings before he descends into the rough, possessive man that you’re more used to.

“So soft, little doll…” Joel murmurs from between your legs, his breath hot on your inner thighs while he leans down to kiss the outside of your panties. You just mumble incoherent noises of affirmation, still half asleep. Joel makes quick work of your panties, a pair to match the slip, of course, and pulls them down your legs, discarding them in the mess of sheets.

Your hips buck, a louder moan escaping you when his mouth finds your warm center, already wet and wanting for him.

“She’s ready f’me, ain’t she… waitin’ on her mornin’ wakeup,” Joel teases before running his tongue up your slit another time, flicking it on your clit a few times. A gentle suck there has your whining ramping up, hips begging him for more more more already. You’re barely even lucid yet and Joel is on the precipice of pulling yet another earth shattering orgasm out of you.

“J-jesus… please…” you beg, already feeling the familiar warmth pooling tighter in your core, your knees wobbling as they curl up, giving you some leverage to lazily push your hips against Joel’s tongue as it moves along your pussy.

“C’mon baby, fall apart f’me, s’okay it’s so fast…” Joel pulls back to murmur to you, kissing along your inner thighs as he speaks.

Your hand snakes below the sheets, burying your fingers into his lush, gorgeous curls, letting them massage his scalp as he dives back into your cunt, licking in just the right way he knows makes you go crazy with need, that makes you come within minutes, sometimes even much less.

You moan loudly, hips spasming as your climax surprises you suddenly, the waves of pleasure hitting you while Joel lets you ride it out onto his face. Your eyes roll back and you whimper quietly as you come down, flopping onto the bed with a content little sigh, body going limp. Joel kisses his way up your stomach, chest, and finally your lips, where you taste that primal honey of yourself on his lips. You quickly fall back into a dozing, lazy state before Joel wakes you again with his lips on your neck.

“Gonna order us room service,” he whispers near your ear, and you nod, finally opening your eyes to see your husband’s rugged, handsome face hovering above yours. Sharp smirk, stress lines, wild bedhead and all - he’s perfect, and you can’t help but smile sleepily in return.

“There she is,” he teases, giving your forehead a smooch. “One mention of breakfast and she’s all bright eyed ‘n bushy tailed, huh?” You stick your tongue out teasingly, waggling your head at him.

“How about we eat, then we can go explore the town, do a little shoppin’ f’you, see the sights ‘n all that, hm?” Joel asks, and you nod tiredly but excitedly.

“Mmm, sounds good,” you agree, blinking slowly as you try to wake up, finally coming to enough to recall the conversation the two of you had last night. The dreams you’d shared, hopes you had for having a child, all the ways your lives would change but also stay quite the same. The way your love would stay the same, deepen even, with seeing the other become a parent. Weighing it all carefully but with hopeful hushed voices, wondering if this was the right time for that next step for the two of you. When you’d both tearfully agreed that you’d start really trying in a few months after some more planning and thought, your heart soared higher than the clouds, than anywhere you could even conceive in your mind, chest tight with anticipation for all of it.

This morning that same feeling persists as you look upon Joel - so steady, so assured - everything you’ve ever dreamed of right here in this one man.

“How about we get some practice in while we wait for the food…” you suggest with your raspy, sleep laden voice, raising your brows at him as you feel his cock brush against you again, clearly hard and wanting.

“Baby makin’ practice?” Joel teases, scooping you up into his arms and peppering kisses all along the side of your face. “That kinda practice, hm? Not just an excuse to get me naked again?”

You laugh, turning your head to kiss him back, relishing in the familiar plumpness of his lips, the taste of your husband, all of it like a map you’ve traced your fingers over hundreds of times now, knowing every route, twist, and turn, filled with such a deep appreciation for the landscape laid out in front of you. You smile again as you two look at each other, feeling your cheeks starting to hurt from the way you’ve been grinning practically non-stop for the last two days because of your gruff but secretly so soft husband. Your hand moves upwards to cup his cheek, sincerity written all over you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Joel.”

Joel smiles back, the same unspoken thoughts and deeply rooted loving care for you penned all over his features, entrenched in every weathered line, nook, and cranny of him.

“Happy Valentine’s, little doll.”

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