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@slushiesnoob
jordan posted and my pants were soaked 1 second in
hii
paytons video has been out for 3 days and i've watched it almost 30 times
i can recite everything jordan and payton say word for word, i need a hobby
and i tear up at the sentimental moments from jordan omfggggd
everytime is a jordan fic w shackles, its always OP getting chained
someone chain jordans little ass up
i mourn autumn like a dead wife
like i can't breathe if its not halloween
srry guys more fics
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(not my edit but look at jordan LMFAOO)
i fucking love when a person likes or interacts with my posts on here and their last post is from like 2020
like wth do you mean you liked my post, i feel shy
hi wtf
#fanficforlife
feeling like a single mother of 3 girls (all with rhyming names) and a strong New York acccent, craving a blunt with a side of a sub.
do we have a diagnoses for this?
can you make a jordan smut to a lana song??
Jordan Fucking Huxhold (after norman fucking rockwell lmfao)
contains: smuttt (first time in a while)
Jordan huxhold is the type of guy who was confident, yet moved in silence. he knows who he is, and he knows he doesn't need to prove it. he likes being alone, he finds peace in the quiet things but appreciation in the more defined ones.
Unlike you.
You're the type of girl thats outgoing yet worrisome. you can command a room, and make everyone in there laugh but you beat yourself up for it after. 'was i too much?' 'was i too loud?' or 'tomorrow i'll be quieter'. those are the words that narrated your days.
Two polar opposites, with absolutely nothing in common. you share mutual friends, his best friend is dating the girl who is like a sister to you.
You're over visiting alicia's as she visits her boyfriend in los angeles after her return from london. she gives you a tour of the place with payton, and the 3 of you catch up on life. Alicia and payton are going on a date, and they insist you come along but you don't want to third wheel.
"no no, you should come. you won't be third wheeling" Alicia gives payton a knowing look before smiling at. "yeah, we want you there. it won't be awkward" payton nods, before leaving the living room.
You help alicia get ready for her date, then all of a sudden she blurts out:
"would you go out with jordan on a double date?"
your head snaps up to meet her eyes, confused "jordan? which jordan?"
"jordan, huxhold..." her eyes divert, this is not gonna be good.
you spring up out your seat, eyes wide and jaw dropped "no, hell no. anyone but jordan, the kid is so full of his self!"
alicia puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, biting back a smile of amusement at your reaction "re-lax, y/n. please? just for one night?" you look at her like shes crazy "no!-" "think about it."
meanwhile you flip out at the sheer idea of jordan, payton is down the hall surprised because jordan is over the moon at the thought of going out with you, "payton, payton are you're kidding. do you think she'll be down?" payton nods, dapping him up.
You find yourself 30 minutes after that conversation, pulling on a dress Alicia let you borrow, finally giving jordan the time of day. Alicia steps out the room to go talk to payton, and you can hear their excited conversing outside the door. you sigh to yourself, this is gonna be a long night.
the four of you head out, walking down the blvd strip to some fancy resturant. the silence between you and jordan is awkward, he tries to start a conversation but you don't entertain it for too long. The whole night is full of tension, the both of you exchange some words when payton or alicia nudge one of you. Jordan excuses himself to the bathroom, and when hes on his way back alicia leans in to you, whispering.
"y/n! hes really into you! atleast listen to what he has to say"
you roll your eyes, and whisper back begrudingly "fine, oh my god! i'll try harder"
he returns to his seat across from you, alicia and payton hastily return to their talking as they steal glances at you guys from their peripheral. he gives you a polite smile
"hey...you enjoying dinner?" he asks as he settles. to be honest, his eyes do something to you but you try to play it off. the two of you talk for the rest of dinner, so absorbed that alicia and payton have to tug the both of you
"uh, dude, we just finished dinner. lets go?" payton says, tugging at jordans shirt. he gives alicia a look, shes doing the same to you. the two of you ignore them, still talking about everything yet nothing. Jordan finally stands up, giving you a hand, not breaking away from the conversation.
the walk back to their place is not tense, not like before. Alicia swears you two are switching topics every other word.
the moment you get back into payton and jordans place, jordan pours you a glass of wine and the two of you sit in the living room. payton and alicia go into their room, so as to give you privacy. a few glasses down, the both of you feel flirty, and jordan sentimental like always.
his one arm is stretched behind your head against the couch, his other holding his wine glass in his lap. he looks over at you, the familiar smile playing on his lips.
"i'm glad you gave me a chance tonight. wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else" you mirror his smile, mentally thanking alicia for forcing you into this.
"yeah. i'm glad i gave this a chance too" you lean up the slightest bit, catching his lips in a kiss. he maintains the kiss before slightly deepening it, his free hand on your waist. as the kiss gets more urgent, he places his wine glass on the coffee table, moving you to straddle his lap. his hands explore your sides, as you make out. only pulling away to pick you up and carry you to his room.
kicking the door behind you closed with a gently gush of wind. he sets you on his bed. he flicks on his lamp, so the room has that warm, ambient feel. he plays some lana del rey, her whole discography on loop. standing over you. he takes off his compression Henley, eyes locked with yours. when it comes to his pants, he leans down pressing an array of kisses to your cheek
"help me with my belt, please?" he feels you nod, he pulls away from your cheek, letting you work at his belt. he tilts your chin up when you look down for even a minute, "tsk tsk, eyes on me, my love"
you maintain eye contact as you undo his belt, when you finally remove it he undoes his pants, pulling them off. now just in his ribbed tank and boxers, he lays you back on his bed, moving over you. "you like this song, hm? or should i change it?" he says casually, as 'Prom Song (gone wrong)' plays gently in the back. you let out a sigh, and nod the slightest "no, keep it. i love lana"
his hand slips down under your dress, his fingers cool against your bare skin. he takes off your dress, dropping it to the floor. his one hand teases your clothed core, as you writhe under him. his other on your breast, kissing it. "i got you, baby" he whispers so sure of himself. he slips off your underwear. despite being hard, he makes sure you're ready
he kisses and sucks at your neck as his hips slightly grind against yours, he groans softly against your neck. when he feels your bodies responses, he slips off his boxers, grabbing his hard cock, he jerks himself slightly more. "ready, baby? i'll take care of you" he pushes your underwear away and teases your entrance with his tip, and finally sinks into you with a synchronised gasp from the two of you.
the moonlight shining in from the crack of the curtain paints a shadow over his face, making him almost ethereal as he fucks you. his thumb circles your clit as he thrusts slow and deep. your moans backed up with Lanas vocals and the bed frame creaking; "yeah, take it all, baby. lemme hear you, lemme know how good this feels"
with each moan of his name, the more he picks up speed, chasing release. making sure to let you finish first, he fucks you through your orgasm before reaching his. he lays next to you in bed, holding you for a bit before going to grab a towel.
he comes and wipes you down, cleaning you up. he kisses your temple. "you did so good, my love. do you want anything? water? some food?" you shake your head, catching your breath. despite not asking for it, he brings you a bottle of cold water to get back the energy you lost. he cleans himself and slips into bed beside you, pulling you to his chest. the two of you lay there, basking in your afterglow together as lana del reys 'You can be the boss' plays in a soft hum.
right now in this moment, you've never loved LA more.
The next morning, 10:48 AM
you walk into jordans kitchen, in nothing but his 'Hobbit' shirt and your underwear, your hair tossed and all over the place. a smile on your face as you make some coffee. Alicia watches you from the island, a knowing look on her face
"good morning, alicia"
"you never say 'good' before morning"
"well, i guess i had a good night"
"yeah, we heard" she says shaking her head with a smile, you laugh, swatting her away playfully
All rights reserved to slushiesnoob.
-credits to @xxkeannaxxx for the double date idea!!
-its 6 am here in the mountains, no sleep mind you. im actually a zombie
-longest fic!!!
anyone else go to sleep not wanting to wake up or like whatt 🤣
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* tell me i'm your national anthem ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
Contains: Fluff!! soft jordan, fem reader
It was mid June, Paris. you were there for a girls trip getaway with some of your girlfriends. on your second last night, you guys go to this nice restaurant with a gorgeous view. You can see the Eiffel tower shine from where you're sitting on the balcony. you get lost in the sight, its beautiful.
you're snapped back into reality when your best friend tugs your arm, dragging you to the bathroom with her "sofia, whats wrong? where are we going?" you ask, your legs moving faster than your mind. she pulls you into a stall with her "Y/N, i think i bled out, please go find me a tampon?" she says basically begging.
you let out a sigh, relieved nothings genuinely wrong. you agree and go back into the bustle of the restaurant in search of the rest of your friend group. you end up finding them, of course someone had a bunch in their purse.
your walk back to the bathroom is..different. you spot drew starkey and his brother at a table, you have to over your mouth from openly fangirling. you roll your ankle walking, your heels aren't making it easy, so you pick up your speed, already embarrassed.
right before you get into the bathroom, you run into a man. basically walking into his chest, all the sanitary things you were holding just fall splat.
you bury your face in your hands, not even wanting to see who it is. you hear rustling, and a voice speak, you can just hear his smile. "hey. i'm sorry about that" you remove your hands and your heart drops to your ass. you're face to face with Jordan Huxhold. your younger sister is obsessed with his youtube videos. but whats worse is the fact that he's your age, maybe a bit older. you can just feel your face heating up from embarrassment
he hands you the pads and tampons with a gentle look in his eye. hes assumed your french, since you haven't said a word back. you stare at him for what feels like a lifetime, before muttering out a, "uhmm, thank you. i should've watched where i was going". his deep blue eyes widen a bit, surprised you're not french. he smiles a small smile and waves his hand at the apology.
you both just stand there in awkward silence for a moment, before the bathroom door flings open and sofia drags you inside. he watches after you, confused.
An hour or so later, you and your friends are having a great time at dinner. nonstop laughter comes from your guys' table. On your way out, you feel a gentle tug on your arm. you look over your shoulder and are met those ocean like eyes you could get lost in. Jordan smiles shyly at you, hes never done good amongst big groups of people.
you turn fully, smiling softly. you tilt your head and he starts "uh, hi..again. are you okay? i saw you get, like, dragged into the bathroom" you let out a horrified half-laugh half groan. his smile widens at your reaction, his hand still loosely on your arm. "yeah...yeah, im okay. my friend just needed me. im so sorry, this is like the most embarrassing encounter i've ever had"
"don't be, we all have our moments" he says it so effortlessly, like he can just feel what your feeling. you stay silent for a moment, you hesitate before speaking but you push yourself to, hes just a stranger, no?
"what are you doing in paris?"
he smile stays in place, his eyes light up like this is his favourite topic. he tilts his head playfully and says
"I'm here for a fashion show. i model"
you look him up and down "i can tell"
he laughs "i guess you can"
the two of you stand there for what feels like forever, talking and laughing. you've known eachother no more than an hour, yet it feels like you share souls. after a really good, lengthy conversation, you realise your girls have been waiting on you the whole time, they've been watching you two with knowing smiles. you roll your eyes at them, then say to jordan. "this was great, but my friends are waiting on me and your probably are too."
"yeah, thats fair. can i have your number? i'd love to continue our conversation"
your heart is basically doing gymnastics behind your ribcage. you nod and type it in his messages, saving it with your name. "thats a beautiful name. text me?"
the next morning you meet up with jordan at a cafe, bright and early at 9 am. you guys grab some coffee together, and the conversation just flows between you two. next thing you know, your sitting on a grassy hill, overlooking the Eiffel tower. the sun is setting, creating a a beautiful orange like pink hue. you look over at jordan, whos been looking at you. he smiles when you catch him "we've hung out for 12 hours, isn't that crazy?"
"it is. but you're so interesting" 12 whole hours of admiring those beautiful blues. a silence falls over you two, like a blanket. he speaks again "you said your american. what state do you live in?"
"california, SoCal"
he gasps, "me too! god, we gotta hang out"
"oh, for sure. todays my last day in paris, my girls and i fly out at midnight" he looks at you, his gaze mixed with longing and something you can't quite name. "oh damn, i'm here for another week"
Days, even weeks pass.
you don't forge about jordan, you probably never will forget about him. you text all the time, but its not as special as talking in person. Its now the 4th of july. the suburbs of LA are all swarmed with gatherings, the smell of hotdogs linger in the air. its the one time of year where everyone is like family, united.
you've been invited to a bunch of parties. you go into one party, hang out for a bit then you go to the next. now, its like 11 pm. the firework shows will begin any moment. while they're all setting up, you look over and across the field you spot jordan. you know its him, those blue eyes are lethal, even from across the way.
hes smoking, you didn't think he could get even hotter, but hes full of surprises. you walk up to him, he doesn't notice you. you admire his side profile for a bit before speaking up. "funny seeing you here", he jumps "y/n! my god, my heart" you lean back in laughter
"i can't with you" he huffs playfully, pulling you into a side hug. his cigarette dangling between his fingers. he admires your festive outfit, the american flag on your shorts. he flirts weakly, "you can be my national anthem, for sure"
you laugh harder at his flirtation, he joins you. you catch up for a bit, then the fireworks start. you're entranced by the colours lighting up the sky. jordan is having a hard time choosing what to look at. you, or the fireworks. he speaks softly. "you're really into fireworks, hm?"
"yeah. how are you not? none are ever the same. they're beautiful" he kisses your head, and murmurs "not as beautiful as you"
the both of you stand there together, watching the fireworks. jordan occasionally takes a drag of his cigarette, unable to take his eyes off of you.
he gets what you mean, now. the fireworks are a sight for sore eyes.
the firework show is still going, but you're getting tired. he walks you down the street from the park to your car. he swings your hand as he holds it. smiling down at you
"you're so pretty"
you beam, no way jordan huxhold is calling you pretty. you stop when you get to your car, his hand still in yours. you smile
"says you"
he cups your face so tenderly, like you're fragile. he leans down and presses a deep, meaningfully slow kiss to your lips as the fireworks keep shooting over you guys. something out of a movie.
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-probs my longest fic which also took 2 days of writing ðŸ˜
-lowk hate it
-happy *super* late 4th of july!! (i'm canadian it doesn't matter 2 me)
jordans been looking a lil too fine
and i'm in the mood to write some fics...
i promise the waters are working
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