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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 14 days ago

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IF YOU LIE DOWN WITH ME

day twelve of the june bug masterlist

pairing: husband! joel miller x fem! reader

word count: 1.3k

summary: what a typical, domestic sunday looks like for you and joel. the perfect sunday- that is

warnings: SOO FLUFFY ARGH! but mentions of smut, eating out/ fingering, breeding kink, daddy kink- lots of pet names, nuturing, heavy praise

my first time writing joel please be nice hehe

"put your red boots on, baby, giddy up baby wants a dance, baby gets her way treat me nice, talk to me with that whiskey breath twirl me twice, i'll treat you like a holiday"- if you lie down with me, lana del rey

“Pick out whatcha want honey.” Joel murmured beside you, watching your eyes flickering around to all the vendors.

Everything was full of colour, catching your eye. Bright red strawberries that looked so juicy your mouth practically watered. Deep blues from the blueberries, contrasted with the bright yellow of the corn hidden in husks.

The farmers market was your favourite place on earth.

Except for Joels arms, of course.

You felt a gentle hand wrapping around to rest on your hip, drawing you closer to your boyfriend so you were snug next to him. Breathing in the familiar scent of cedarwood, leather and campfire smoke- you looked up at him, eyes sparkling like emeralds.

Sundays were the best days.

It was the day you dressed up in your softest dresses, with patterns like gingham, polka dots and florals. A little purse adorned your outfit, even though you knew Joel would not only pay for everything, but carry it too.

It made him equally as happy, to spend time with you, and to show you off to everyone in the neighbourhood.

To watch you chat with the local vendors- knowing them all by name, to observe the way your fingers traced over little handmade items like soft knitted blankets or lavender soaps.

Today was no different.

It was warm and sunny, the birds chirping in the trees that tried to stretch their branches over the park and the vendors within it. And yet, the sunlight that filtered through the leaves seemed to follow you as you walked.

“I’m thinking some berries we can put on Martha’s pies. And some fresh veggies for dinner tonight.”

That was another thing Joel loved about Sundays. The dinner you made from whatever ingredients you savaged was always exquisite.

“Anything for my girl.” he whispered, planting a kiss to the top of your head as you giggled. You touched your pearl necklace subconsciously, a gift from Joel that made you feel like a china doll. It had become a staple in your wardrobe, and you always got the best compliments from it.

Hence, the sweet remark Martha made as you made your way to her booth, giving you a sweet smile. You two are just the cutest. I say that everytime, don't I? I’m getting so old.

You felt Joel give your hand a gentle squeeze as you browsed her selection of pies and baked goods, chatting away with her as you made your choices. A sweet strawberry pie for tonight, and a loaf of sourdough to go with the stew you wanted to make later on.

Then it was onto the next. It was soothing to Joel in a way, the simple, domestic routine.

Your excitement over simple, little things made his heart soar. Tommy joked he was like a bodyguard, always just slightly behind you, observing any interaction you had with others silently.

But he didnt care. It was natural at this point, especially here. You'd talk to the locals, and he chimed in when he felt it was appropriate. But today was your time, and he was just thankful to be a part of it.

So he watched as you combed through each stall, taking your sweet time. Grabbing some jam, because you were nearly out and he always liked some on his toast. A beeswax candle because Maria’s birthday was coming up and she always had some burning whenever you two came for a weekly dinner.

And more strawberries, which box did he think looked the best?

When you had wrapped up your shopping, waving your goodbyes- he happily carried bags of goods in one hand, holding your hand in the other as he guided you back to his pickup truck.

You were instructed to wait, as you always were- and you listened to the older man, as you always did. He held the door open for you, guiding you inside and ensuring your seatbelt was done up and comfortable before he felt good to start the vehicle.

Once the truck rolled into the gravel driveway, the Sunday routine carried on.

You lit a candle, humming to yourself softly as Joel helped you organize the ingredients- where and how you wanted them. You threw on your apron as he opened a window, letting the gentle breeze slip inside, blowing loose strands of hair and smelling of fresh flowers in the gardens.

The flowers Joel had got you today were in a vase already, next to the vinyl he placed down, crackling to life from static to a soft melody you could hum along to. Every so often Joel would look up from his book, adjusting his little reading glasses as he’d watch you with admiration he never had for anyone but you.

He’d watch as you’d chop the veggies, adding fresh herbs from the garden to the simmering pot. The feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist, and chin resting on the top of your head sometimes made you jump if you were in your own little world, like this evening.

You giggled as he kissed the top of your head, spinning you round and picking you up onto the counter to kiss you deeper, his hands wandering across your soft skin, making you feel warm and fuzzy. Sweet praises whispered as you tended to the food, always making your confidence skyrocket.

Looks so good honey, I’m such a lucky man. Smells fuckin delicious sweetheart. Look at my girl eh? Cookin for her old man, such a sweet lil thing.

Once plates were cleared and dessert was finished, he swung you in his arms, holding you close as the two of you slow danced in the kitchen.

Your socks always covered his, a little height added to your frame as you stood on his toes. Arms draped over his shoulders, around his neck as he moved you to the beat of the music, humming the lyrics in that low, southern drawl of his.

Dance me all around the room, spin me like a ballerina, super high- dance me all around the moon, light me up like the Fourth of July…

Some nights, he let you curl in his lap like a cat as he read from his book to you, in that large armchair of his, his little reading lamp perched over his shoulder, the soft yellow glow illuminating the pages.

Some nights he would strum his guitar on the porch, singing sweet tunes to you that were so soothing your eyes would start to droop.

Others, he’d run you a bath, massaging your muscles because you worked so hard for him, and you were so good to him, treated him so well. Took care of him the way he needed you too.

But every night was the same, when he’d carry you up the creaking wooden stairs to bed, laying you down on the quilted bed and making sweet love to you until you were overcome with sleep.

Focusing on your pleasure, your needs as his tongue would slide between your folds, fingers pumping and curling just the way you liked.

He read you like one of his novels that sat dog eared and coffee stained downstairs on the bookcase- he knew what made your toes curl and cry his name.

The sound of his name, the pants and moans of daddy on your tongue was sweeter than any strawberry pie and fresh berries. He craved it, needing it to get him through the day. Needed the image of your eyes rolling back in your head as he entered you slowly, filling you to the brim with his seed, and plugging it in because he wanted to keep you stuffed and full always.

Needed to care for you afterwards, wrapping you up in his arms under the sheets, making sure you were clean and relaxed, eyes fluttering shut as he cooed sweet nothings to you.

The steady beat of his heart lured you to sleep every night- it was your version of white noise. The steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you dreamt made him feel secure enough to close his own eyes, drifting off into his own dreamscape.

It was bliss. It was heaven.

And it was the perfect Sunday.

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clnclm · 11 months ago

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#bar soap #lavender #purple #glycerine #clean #cleancore #soap #png #glycerine soap #humphrey's handmade

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stayevildarling · 6 months ago

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Wilhemina Venable x Reader- All I want for Christmas is you

A/N: dedicated to @stepintomyworld and all the credit to you for this incredible idea💜

tw/tags: soft mina, mentions of minas past

word count: 2.7k

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The idea had came to you a few weeks ago, Wilhemina and you in each other��s arms as you had one of your usual deep midnight conversations. She had said it so casually, almost as if it didnt matter. The woman had never had an advent calendar before and despite her making it seem like it wasn‘t a big deal, you could see something behind her brown eyes. You knew about Wilhemina‘s past by now, how she was never taken seriously for her pains and even when she finally got the diagnosis, she was treated like nothing other than a burden.

The redhead had always been careful about her past, not necessarily liking to bring it up, rather keeping it hidden. But after months of your relationship, the woman noticed how you never pushed, never got annoyed when she did share, you made her feel safe and seen, never like a burden and so she began trusting you, opening up and letting her guard down in a way she never had before. And with the season coming up, you decided to change just that. But it wasn‘t going to be any advent calender, her experience had to perfect, not the usual chocolates in a cardboard box.

If Mina was going to experience this for the first time, it had to be perfect. And so by the time december rolled around, you crafted your own version of an advent calendar, each day filled with something for the woman who captured your heart, little gestures to make her smile but also reminders for how much you loved her and how strong she truly was. Some were small, a book you knew she would love, a scented candle, her favorite teas, some handmade things like your own attempt at lavender soap. Some more expensive or taking longer to get your hands on like a beautiful designer scarf in her favorite shade of lilac, a new handle for her cane as hers had become a bit bruised and broken over the years.

You made sure that each day included a handwritten note, reminding her what you loved about her, her sharp wit, the way she mumbled to herself when reading a book or the way her soft hands would brush yours when she reached for her morning coffee. The night before december first, you carefully placed the wrapped boxes and envelopes on the shelf by the fireplace in the livingroom, each one labeled with the dates. When the two of you walk to sit in the livingroom with your coffees the next morning, her reaction was worth every bit of planning and effort you had gone through for the love of your life.

Her fingers delicately brushed over the first gift, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion. „What is this?“ she asked, her voice softer than usual when she saw all the shades of her favorite colour. You smile from the doorway, leaning against the frame. „An advent calendar, you said you never had one, so I thought I would make you one“ you explain, feeling a little shy, hoping it was going to bring her as much joy as you had hoped.

Mina turned towards you, her dark eyes shining „This.. is for me?“ she asks with furrowed eyebrows, almost in disbelief you would have went through that kind of trouble for her. „All for you“ you smile, stepping closer. „Go on, open today‘s“ you encourage with a warm smile. Her eyes dart between you and the box, hesitating for a moment before carefully unwrapping the small package, revealing a hardcover copy of the new book she mentioned months ago but never managed to get one. She gasps a little before finding a little note „You have a way of making this world feel brighter by just being in it. I hope this makes your day a little brighter too“.

Your girlfriends lips part, her eyes focused on the note and book before she looks at you, her usual composure softer than usual, more vulnerable. „This is.. little one.. I don‘t know what to say“ she mumbles before you step a little closer „You don‘t have to say anything“ you encourage, wrapping your arms around her. „Just enjoy it and know that every gift and every note is true, I love you“ you whisper. Your words cause you to hold on tightly and for a moment it was if though the world outside or her past didn‘t exist, just the two of you and the quiet love you shared, now carefully spelled out by daily gifts for your girlfriend.

The days passed with Wilhemina eagerly unwrapping each present, finding little gestures and notes that caused her heart to melt at your thoughtfulness. She tried to hide how giddy it made her but you would see the way her fingers lingered over the wrapping paper, a smile tugged on her lips whenever she read your notes, almost as if she was more excited about those than the actual gifts. One morning, you find her sitting at the table, the december 8th package in front of her. It wasn‘t opened yet, though she was staring at it, fingers lightly tracing the ribbon.

„Waiting for me?“ you tease, setting down two mugs of coffee before sitting across from her. She glances up, her expression softer than you had seen it before „Maybe.. I like opening them with you“ she whispers, barely audible. Her confession warmed your heart „Well don‘t let me keep you waiting, show me what you got today“ you encourage excitedly. The redhead unties the ribbon carefully, her movements unhurried, as if savouring the moment. Inside she finds a beautiful scarf, her favorite shades of lilac. You had found it weeks ago at a designer store, this not exactly within your budget but wanting to spoil the woman who had captured your heart.

She holds it up, admiring the piece of clothing before she murmurs „This is stunning“ but when she notices the small Prada tag, her eyes widen as she looks at you. „This is too much little one“ she argues but you shake your head, encouraging her to read the note. „It reminded me of you“ you whisper, watching her reaction closely. She sets the scarf down before reading the note „You are the most captivating person I have ever known, everytime I see you, I fall in love all over again“. Mina‘s breath hitches as she presses her lips together, eyes glistening with tears as she rereads the note. „You‘re going to ruin me with these“ she says, voice trembling slightly.

„Good“ you reply with a wink, reaching out to take her hand. „You deserve to be ruined in the best way possible, for love, for joy, for feeling safe and for all the things you misses out on growing up“. Her eyes find yours and for once she doesn‘t have a clever or sarcastic response. Instead she stands, leaning in as she kisses your lips, lingering on yours as if to pour all the unspoken words and gratitude into the moment. When she pulled back, she is smiling, a rare unguarded smile that causes your heart to ache. „Thank you“ she whispers „For this.. for everything“.

She doesn‘t say anything else, simply pulling you into another kiss, the scarf forgotten on the table for now. But you knew your Mina wasn‘t the type to say how much something meant to her, but in the way she held you after, the way she lingered close, you knew she didn‘t need to, her actions louder than any words. As the days passed you noticed her coming home after work, proudly wearing the scarf and using the other things you had gotten her, finding her drinking the tea you had gotten for her, reading the book and finding the room smelling like the lavender scented candle you bought, finding a soft smile on her features each time.

In the following weeks, you noticed how much more relaxed Mina seemed around you. She was anyway but there was something softer and subtler about the way she would talk to you, almost as if she wasn‘t thinking about what she is saying or holding back the slightest details which she usually would. Her arms would find yours more often, hands holding your own and her lips finding yours more softer than before, always as to make up for the fact she wasn‘t good with words and expressed her gratitude through those things.

Two nights before christmas, the two of you sit by the fireplace, the sound of the fire crackling echoing through the quiet room. There is a lilac knitted blanket draped over both of your legs as you watch the fire, the presence of each other enough as well as the vinyl you had gotten her playing softly in the background. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see how she keeps looking at you, her lips parting before she stops herself and you can‘t help but find her hand under the blanket, squeezing it a little reassuringly before locking eyes with the woman that you love. „Something on your mind Mina?“ you ask gently before her brown eyes find yours. She halts for a moment before her lips finally part, her walls knocking down gently with your grounding eyes.

„Thank you“ she whispers, her hand squeezing yours a little tighter instinctively as her eyes stay on your own. „Thank you for making this christmas so special“ she whispers, causing you to frown when you see the honesty in her eyes, the pain from her past replaced by something else. It was you that replaced those things, the notes, the carefully chosen gifts and the way you had made her feel seen ever since capturing her heart. „Thank you for making me feel seen and not like a burden“ she admits, some tears welling in her eyes as your own sparkle in your eyes. You pull her closer, holding her in your arms before pulling away with a smirk. „Wait til you open tomorrow‘s“ you tease with a wink which causes her to chuckle lowly at your antics. She leans her head on your shoulder, never once letting go off your hand.

The day christmas rolls around, the two of you begin with some breakfast, opting to spend it in the comfort of each other, Mina having made a dinner reservation for you two at a fancy but quiet restaurant she chose for the night. She had been excited to open your last box, a much smaller one this morning but you had told her she needed to wait til after breakfast, causing her to fake pout. The two of you enjoyed breakfast, happy that Wilhemina was finally getting a break from work for a little while, excited to spend it with her fully. While Wilhemina got in the bath and ready, having gifted her some lavendar bath salts for the occasion yesterday, you made sure to perfect the surprise that you had kept for the very end of this advent calendar.

By the time the woman steps out of the bedroom, dressed in a lilac uniform for tonight, her hair styled perfectly the way it usually was. But there was something different about the way she looked today, happier and almost a little less tense than usually. You watch from behind the sofa as you hide there, seeing her walk inside with a confused expression when she finds her favorite lilac flowers on the table with the last box for today. The note next to it reads „Open now“ and she glances around confused for a moment, not having seen you yet before she opens it, finding nothing other than another note in it. As her eyes glance over it her eyebrows furrow yet again as she reads „Turn around“ and as she does, her breath hitches when she sees you, on one knee and a tiny box with a purple ribbon in your hands.

„Y/N, what are you doing?“ she asks, confusion and fear in her features for a moment before your eyes locking with her own ground her. „Mina“‘you begin, trying to hide your trembling hands and trying to calm your nerves. „I know you aren‘t one for these big gestures and so that‘s why I‘m keeping this small“ you begin with a smile, trying to hold back your own tears. „I have loved you since first laying eyes on you and I couldn‘t be more grateful that you opened your heart to me. I love you with all my being, you are beautiful beyond words. And I promise you that I will spend every single one of my days reminding you how special you are“. She watches you in shock, her eyes never leaving yours as she listens to your words carefully. „I promise that I will spend my days making sure you slowly forget the memories you grew up with and replace them with happy and safe ones just like you deserve“.

Your breath trembles as you open the small box, exposing a subtle ring with a lilac diamond, not too big, not too small or grand, perfect for your girlfriend. „Will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my wife?“ you ask, a part of you worried this was too much for her, the two of you having talked about marriage before but unsure whether she was truly ready. „I promise we can take it as slow as you need and if this is too much, this is something you aren‘t ready for or not want, I will understand and I won‘t..“ you begin rambling but before your nerves can get the better of you further, she pulls you up, your faces inches apart. „Can you stop talking and kiss me?“ she whispers, tears in her eyes as you nod a bit dumfounded, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that feels so much more meaningful than all the others you had shared.

„So is that a yes?“ you ask with a sly smile as you both pull away which causes her to roll her eyes and smirk „Yes idiot, it means yes“ she whispers, tears still swelling in her eyes as you carefully place the ring on her finger, seeing how her eyes sparkle as she secretly admires it. There is silence between you as the vinyl player carries on playing softly in the background, your anxiety having drawn out the fact you turned it on before she stepped into the room while fixing all the details for her surprise. You glance at her cane, slowly reaching and putting it aside as you hold her up instead, causing her to meet your eyes, scared at first before it is instantly replaced by trust and safety. „I have got you“ you whisper as she leans her head on your shoulder and the two of you begin swaying softly to the sound of her favorite song.

„This month has been so special, thank you“ she whispers as you smile before you feel her smirking against you „How are you gonna beat that next year?“ she teases which causes you to chuckle before shrugging. „I have got something for you to open now too“ she remarks, reaching for her cane before disappearing for a moment. „I was going to give it to you tonight but I guess you beat me to it“ she whispers before you carefully unwrap the present, exposing a small box. Your heart hammers against your chest as you have a feeling what it might be by her words and smile. Tears well in your eyes as you see the beauiful ring she had chosen for you. „You know I can‘t get on one knee but will you do me the honour too?“ she teases, both utterly serious but something soft in her tone.

„I suppose so“ you shrug, tears streaming down your cheeks, causing the woman‘s elbow to softly land on your side before you both begin chuckling, laughter errupting in the quiet room as Wilhemina had learnt you truly cared for her. How you truly felt for her and she couldn‘t deny this any longer, especially after this month, that you are the one, that she trusted you fully and was never going to let you go. Her arms wrap around you again before her hand takes yours to admire the ring „Y/N Venable has a nice ring to it“ she smirks which causes you to smile before pulling her in for a kiss. And it was true, all you both wanted for christmas was each other, today and for all the christmases to come.

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naturalhandcraftedsoap · 1 year ago

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 months ago

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Otis B Driftwood x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* The stars align and you manage to convince your Otis to (*cough* exploit your Otis into) going on a market date with you. 🌺🌻🌼🌹 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Warnings: Otis is a lil mean, but still actually really nice by his standards XD Allusions to a blow job at the end.

You see the colourful stalls and all the people as you pass by, and flowers and fruits and the promise of peaches and lavender soap, and immediately turn to Otis in the back of the truck. A little smile slips across your lips like running water, imagining what it would be like if Otis would come with you to the market. If he would let you hold his hand down the aisles, smell the handmade candles you picked out, carry your apples. Even if he didn't do any of those things, and just stood behind you like your vicious 6 foot tall pit bull- He'd be so pretty in perfect daylight. Could you possibly convince him?...

"Hell no." Otis laughs, cruelly, before you even said anything. Immediately you pout, poking your bottom lip out like a begging puppy.

"C'mon!.. "

His eyes were still laughing, shaking his head. "Never gonna happen, sweetheart. Never."

You give a huff. It was a very, very long shot. "Fine." Pursing your lips, you give thought for a moment. You still wanna go, though, it looks fun!... Maybe Baby would come? Then an idea hit you. You smothered the sly smirk that tempted your lips. "... I'll just ask Foxy then- "

Otis gives you a scathing, bloody, nasty look at that. Cranky. He knows exactly what you're doing, even in the face of your big innocent eyes and your clean nose (He knows you're a little bitch, sometimes. He might be the only one, who knows.). And knows you actually will invite his dumbass little brother. And Foxy will go. "... Fuck you, if anyone's going to this fucking market with you, its me."

A beam spreads across your face, holding his big scary hand in your lap. "Yay!" Otis groans.

And up front, driving the truck and witness to all this, Spaulding gives a chuckle. Mutters 'whipped'. Luckily Otis doesnt hear it though, because you're thanking him and telling him how much fun he's going to have !, and he's busy rolling his eyes.

As soon as Daddy Spaulding drops you off, leaving you with some money and advice to be back on this curb in 2 hours if you want a ride back home (Or to the place y'all are currently rotting away in), you link your fingers through Otis' and guide him gentle into the crowd. First thing you go for is drinks; its Spring air is still pretty icy in the mornings, and maybe Otis doesnt feel cold- but you do. And you want something warm to hold other then your cold-blooded boyfriend.

You're sweet and polite, a deep contrast to Otis' scowl and 'i'll stab you' eyes behind you, and get yourself a (Insert your favourite warm drink), and Otis a black coffee. Black as his soul, if he still has one (You're not sure.).

He drinks it all in a few gulps, boiling, and doesnt flinch at all despite how red his throat and chest get and the steam that comes barrelling out of his mouth after he chucks the cup on the ground. Like a fire-breathing dragon.

"Hot." You tell him, teasing with a smirk, before turning and leading him further into the market. To the stalls.

For an hour and a half, you peruse silently; only chit-chatting happily with sellers, while Otis stands back looking around, advertently ensuring you both get plenty of space with his satanist glare, attached to you by the hand that you never let go of once. Mostly because you want to be holding his hand, its strong and calloused and fits perfect around yours, but also maybe 20 percent because you fear if you let him go, he'll kill someone for looking at him wrong. And you have to help him pretend he's not a heinous psycho.

You smell candles of lemon and vanilla, and soaps of pomegranate & cream, chew on and suck straws filled with different flavours of honey (Strawberry, blueberry, chocolate. "Otis chews a straw himself when you hand it to him, an almost peaceful look on his face when the honey spreads over his tongue. "You wanna try?" you ask Otis, offering him a few straws to pick from. He grunts, and leans down to smother your lips with his; tasting directly off your pink tongue.), pick out a punnet of blueberries and a few banana's that look straight out of a cartoon.

Finally, Otis needs a break. While you're looking over perfumes, he tightens his grip on your palm, and leans into your ear from behind. "Come on." He just says, and you nod silently, following him through the stalls this time- until you get to a quiet spot behind the park bathrooms.

Happily, tiredly, you draw your arms up over his shoulders and around his neck. His big hands clutch at your hips, drawing you even closer. Chest-to-chest. "... you've been so nice." You whisper, leaning up to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. A thank you.

"Heh... yeah, you're gonna haveta do better then that." He mutters, darkly, and you smirk. You nod.

"I know." Leaning up, you give him another kiss; a deeper one, with tongue. And he's so pent up from acting so good, and calm, he immediately presses you against the wall behind you; crushes your body with his and the cold bricks against your back. Takes a deep, rough breath through his nose so it'll last. "... I will."

"How about now."

Its not a question, its a demand. Would you expect any different from him?

Usually you don't like to do anything where people could catch you- not killing, not stealing, not drugging, not sex. You're the only one in the family with no criminal record. But oh, he's been so good today... and he is so pretty in the daylight... you cant help yourself.

With your eyes on his, reminding him you made this decision (Though, he definitely knows. He knows you.), you lower yourself to your knees. The plush grass is soft, and the zipper on his jeans is sharp. He sets his arms against the brick wall you were previously pressed against by him, his muscles flexing with his half-hard cock. "Good fucken girl."

You can still hear the market sounds on the other side of the toilet building, the excited chattering and the laughter and footsteps. "Maybe you'll have to go on dates with me more often if you want this kinda treatment. Huh, Otis?"

Shakes his head and rolls his eyes. But you catch the grin on his mouth. "Shut up and suck, Y/N. Fuck."

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years ago

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Heaven is a place on earth

Summary: With Joel being out on Patrol you decided to take a long relaxing bath in the bathtub Joel had installed for you. Once Joel came back home, he wanted to join the fun, not even taking off his clothes before getting to you in the tub.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.4k

Rating: E

Warnings: established relationship, smut (unprotected bath tub sex), teasing, fluff, dumb humour, the Queen Celine Dion (not in person, just in music)

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You were alone in the house.

Something you still had to get used to.

Joel was out on patrol and Ellie had officially moved out (she had turned nineteen earlier this year) and in with her girlfriend. Joel might have teared up once she really had picked all her stuff up and moved it. Yes, it was just across the street but still.

You made sure to show him all the benefits of not having a teenager living under the same roof and while he still missed her, he loved to have his way with you wherever he wanted.

Coming to Jackson was pure luck for you.

You had arrived in town just before Joel and Ellie. And by arrived you meant Tommy had found you unconscious and starving close to death while he was out on patrol. It had taken a month until you had been released from the clinic in Jackson.

It was almost scary how normal life in Jackson was. Sometimes it still overwhelmed you when you took a hot shower and then went into your warm bed.

Life got even better when you and Joel got together. Which… did take almost a year with both of you being too damn stubborn to admit and commit to your feelings but since then?

He was the best thing that had happened to you and you could not wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

Tonight you treated yourself to a hot bath. The bathtub had been a gift to you for your last birthday from Joel. It was a freestanding vintage bathtub with iron claws that made you feel like a princess every time you had the time to take a bath.

You had mentioned to him how your favorite thing to do pre outbreak was taking a long hot bath in the tiny tub you had in your apartment back then. You would light candles and turn on music and just relax.

You still did not know where he found it but you were forever grateful.

Carrying the tub up in the bathroom had apparently taken the strength of six men. Not that you would know. You were out on a run to get some ingredients from a trader Jackson had made connections with for two days together with Ellie while it had been installed in the home you shared with Joel.

You had found out that both you and Joel fit into the tub when you thanked him thoroughly for his gift when you were back.

Smiling, you took off your clothes in your bedroom, putting on the pink robe that Joel told you had come with the house when he moved in.

For the first time you had made bath bombs today and intended to test them.

Two years ago you had been allowed to open a tiny drugstore section in the general trade store of Jackson where you offered your handmade creams and soaps and everything else you could manage to make.

Before the outbreak it had been a hobby to make your own and gift it to family and friends. Now it was a little luxury you brought back to Jackson.

Your whole garden was filled with herbs and fruit and every flower that smelled good you could use to make your products. You even sold some to your neighbor who used lavender and rosemary to make scented candles with his own harvested beeswax.

You lit one of these candles when you got to the bathroom.

After the bathtub had been installed you had spent a month renovating the bathroom with the help of Joel and Ellie. The walls were now painted in a light blue, the floors tiled with dark gray tiles Joel had found in the basement of the house.

You turned the water on, your fingers checking the temperature until it was just right before you went downstairs. Opening one of the cabinets in the kitchen you took out the single wine glass you owned and then poured some of the first edition of Jackson’s red wine that had successfully been made. You inhaled the rich scent with a small smile before you grabbed the glass and the little basket with the bath bombs you had made and walked back up.

The tub was halfway full when you were back upstairs. You set your wine glass down on the chair next to the tub and you grabbed one of the bathbombs, the lavender one and put it in the tub, watching as it slowly dissolved, the calming scent of lavender filling your nose.

Humming with a small smile and satisfied that it worked, you turned around to take your bathrobe off. You put it on the sink before you walked towards the shelf next to the window across the tub to turn on the radio. It was solar powered and had a cassette deck. You pressed play and the cassette inside played Celine Dion. The tape had been stuck in there ever since you got here and by now it was a running joke.

It made you wonder if Celine had survived the outbreak and if so, what she was doing.

More than once you caught Joel singing along to “Because you loved me”, the song the radio played now, while getting ready in the morning and you failed every single time to not tease him about it, mostly because he would deny doing it in the first place.

You shut the water off, dipping your toes into the tub to check the temperature. Nodding to yourself you carefully got into the tub and slowly sat down, releasing a content moan as the warm water enveloped your body.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes as you leaned your head on the edge of the tub.

This was as close as you could get to heaven if there was one.

Humming along to the song you reached for your wine glass, taking a long sip.

You could almost pretend the outbreak never happened in times like these. You had spent many evenings like this before the outbreak. You had just turned 28 when it happened. Sometimes you still asked yourself how you made it this far, having spent years in absolute fear of what was happening around you.

You hadn’t even watched horror movies before the outbreak, too scared to go to sleep after.

So yeah, the first time you saw someone infected you fainted (and you were not too proud to admit that), the only reason you survived had been your father.

You were halfway through the wine glass, Celine singing about the Power of love when you heard the door downstairs open. You heard heavy footsteps and a long groan before Joel called for you.

“In the tub!” you called back, setting your wine glass down.

It took a minute until he appeared in the door to the bathroom, having taken his shoes off and his flannel unbuttoned, the former white shirt he was wearing now almost gray from the dust and dirt from being outside all day.

A smirk came to his face.

“Enjoyin’ yourself, darlin’?” he asked. You nodded with a dreamy smile, tilting your head to look up at him.

“Patrol okay?” you asked. He nodded.

“Found you some eucalyptus. Brought back a tiny plant that was growing next to the tree. We can plant it tomorrow,” he walked over to you, bending down to kiss you softly. You smiled against his lips.

“You did? Where?"

He grabbed the wine glass, taking a sip.

“New route on the west border. Might explore the town over some more now that it’s free of infected,” he said, setting the glass back down. Groaning he got down on his knees, his arms on the edge of the tub, leaning close to you.

“You smell good,” he hummed.

“Made some bathbombs today for the first time. Had to test them,” you said all serious and he chuckled.

“Should have come home earlier, could have tested them together,” he kissed your nose.

“You look tired,” you said, reaching your hand over, your fingers brushing over his hair and he closed his eyes, nodding.

“Was ready to fall to bed immediately before I got here. But then I saw you…”

“That filthy?” you asked, seemingly shocked. He chuckled.

“I remember you liking me all filthy,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“I do love you all filthy,” you winked and he nodded.

“I do love you squeaky clean too, though,” you said and he tilted his head, considering your words. The song in the background changed again while he pulled himself up from the floor with a long groan.

You raised your left eyebrow, watching him, as he pulled his shirt off.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

He did not say anything, taking his socks off with the patience of a saint before he looked at you with a glint in his eye. You cried his name, laughing loudly when he put his feet into the tub, still wearing his jeans and shirt, before he knelt down.

“You gonna flood the bathroom,” you giggled, making room for him.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled, clothes now drenched, his hands on the edge of the tub as he let himself sink down on top of you, finding your lips in a sloppy kiss.

You laughed against his lips, opening your arms to push your hands into his hair. He parted from you, pulling his shirt off, throwing it on the floor, revealing inch after inch of his gloriously tanned skin (thanks to working shirtless in the garden with you).

He looked at you with dark eyes as he worked his pants open.

“Fucking hell,” he cursed with a laugh, trying to push the denim down his legs. You giggled, sitting yourself up to help him.

“You take your socks and shirt off and not your pants?”

“Wasn’t thinking clearly,” he chuckled.

“Clearly,” you teased.

It was a struggle but you both got it off of him, letting it flop down on the flooded bathroom floor. You parted your legs as he let himself slowly fall against your chest again, hooking your legs around his back as he kissed you again.

“Want you,” he mumbled and you sighed, parting your lips in a silent cry as he kissed himself down your neck.

“Sit back,” you moaned, following him to sit in his lap as he sat down, your arms wrapping around his back as you kissed him again. One of his hands was on your back, pushing your upper body against his, the other on your ass, groping and kneading your skin. Slowly you rolled your hips, his cock already hard beneath you while you made out with him.

“Wanna fuck you, Joel,” you mumbled against his lips. He kissed down your jaw.

“You ready for me?” he asked, sucking on the soft skin beneath your ear, making you tremble.

“Always ready for you,” you whispered. You reached into the water between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping him slowly. He moaned against your ear.

“Won’t last long,” he warned as you moved your hips to line him up against you.

“That’s okay. Just wanna make you feel good,” you said and he looked at you while you slowly let yourself sink down on him. Taking every inch of his cock.

There was a little pain as you got used to him inside of you. Usually Joel would take his time with you to prepare you for him, going down on you and making you cum at least once before he gave you his cock.

But you wanted him. Wanted to be close to him, to have him inside of you. You’d take being a little sore after, to have this moment with him now.

“Always feel so fucking perfect,” he kissed you softly. “Made for me,” he hummed.

You just let yourself sit on him for a couple minutes, enjoying the closeness while Joel showered your skin with kisses.

Slowly you began to move your hips.

You both moaned as you pushed yourself up, your hands coming to rest on the edge of the tub as you arched your back. Joel used this chance to bring his hands up to your tits, squeezing them in his big hands.

You rode him slowly, the water moving beside you and splashing outside the tub but you couldn’t care less.

“Fuck,” he moaned and one of his hands ran down your torso until his fingers were on your clit, rubbing quick circles.

“Think you can cum like this?” he asked.

You hummed, not really knowing if you could as you closed your eyes, riding him harder. This was about him, you didn’t care if you came. He began to thrust up into you and you moaned.

“Keep doing that,” you moaned.

“Gonna cum, fuck,” he groaned, continuing to rub your clit.

You felt him pulse inside of you as he came.

He kept thrusting up into you, his lips closing around one of your nipples and then he sucked.

“Fuck,” you cried out, surprised as your orgasm washed over you.

His lips released your nipple and his arms came around you, pulling you close against him, his face nuzzled against your neck, his lips against your skin.

“Not gonna clean the floors,” you mumbled tiredly and he laughed.

“I will, don’t you worry, honey.”

You were resting against his chest, his arms around you. The glass of wine was almost empty and you couldn’t remember the last time you were this relaxed and happy.

The water was getting cold and you’d soon have to leave this little piece of heaven.

That’s when you noticed “My heart will go on” playing on your radio and you began to chuckle.

“What’s going on?” Joel mumbled against your ear.

“Just find it funny that the Titanic song comes after you sank your little ships into the ocean,” you said.

He did not react.

“You know when you came inside of me?”

He still didn’t say anything.

“I’m the ocean and your cum are the little….”

“Please stop talking,” he interrupted you, groaning, his chest shaking beneath you as he chuckled.

“You love it,” you grinned, turning your head back so you could look at him.

“I do,” he said, a soft smile on his lips before he kissed you.

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