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rosyheretic · 15 days

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little bird (part 2) (steve rogers x fem!reader)

part 1

summary: steve rogers has been acting strangely around you for months, and now you know why: he found out about your crush on him and decided to tease you until you couldn't take it, as penance for your insubordination in the field. how much of steve's provocation can you take? and does he enjoy working you up? (part 2: oh yeah he does)

warnings: smut (18+), fingering, spanking, unprotected sex (bad), praise kink, size kink? ish? it's steve c'mon, witch reader, dirty talk, aftercare (fluff?)

notes: thank you guys for reading the first part! hopefully the grand finale lives up to your expectations. i plan to keep writing and hopefully improve, so let me know if you have any feedback or requests! up next on the queue is a sex pollen fic (with a twist!) because i'm a simple woman.

steve grinned at you and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up to perch you on the counter.

his big hands fell on your knees and pushed them apart so that he could stand between your legs. his dominant hand then slipped under your chin, tilting your head so he could kiss you.

steve rogers was a passionate kisser. he was hungry, taking possession of your mouth and exploring you with his tongue. he found the back of your neck and stroked it as he pulled back to speak.

"if i didn't know any better, i'd say you like smoochin' me," steve teased, drinking in your kiss-swollen lips and dazed eyes.

"oh, quit gloating and get to work," you fired back. a splash of magic escaped you and pink wisps guided his fingers toward your heat.

"since when do i take orders from you, dove?" steve pulled his hand free of your power and tutted. "the whole point of this exercise is to teach you to respect my authority."

"is that so, captain?" you sang back. "i thought the point was to rail me."

"i'm a talented guy," steve said, planting a kiss on your cheek so his lips were right by your ear. "i can do two things at once."

"then i suggest you get on it, rogers, because right now i don't see a compelling reason to change my behavior."

steve chuckled and captured your lips in another intense kiss. when you parted your lips to let him in, he used the momentary distraction to pick you up and haul you over his shoulder. your dress flipped up, revealing your upper thighs and your ruined panties.

"wha—STEVE! put me down!" you screamed, pounding your fists on his back. with one quick slap to your thinly clothed ass, he shut you up.

"you want a reason?" he said, slapping your ass twice more. "i'll give you 20."

he carried you to the couch, hitting each side of your bottom one more time before he sat down. he bent you over his knee, holding you down with his free hand splayed across your back.

"i'll just slip these off so i can see you, babygirl," he cooed as he dragged your panties down your legs. when he saw the large wet spot on your underwear, he laughed in triumph. "look at that. nice and wet for your captain, hm?"

steve gave you no warning before he resumed his punishment, landing slaps on every inch of your backside quickly and randomly. after what felt like hours of this punishment, you were delirious and helpless in his arms. or so you both thought.

he turned you over on his lap, hiking your dress up your legs again for access. when he forced your legs apart and moved his hand toward your mound, you braced for relief. instead you watched in horror as he drew back his hand, winding up for a slap right to your pussy. you flinched hard and shut your eyes.

when the spank never came, you opened your eyes to find steve's hand hovering in midair, its path interrupted by the electric fog of your magic.

"still resisting me, little bird?" steve raised an eyebrow at you, unfazed. then he started to push against the energy barrier. your involuntary magical defenses disintegrated under the pressure of his hand. he wore a cocky grin as your power fell away, leaving you defenseless.

you wanted to keep up the bratty act because the dynamic was fun for both of you. but in failing to protect yourself from his punishing hand, you had shown your cards. he knew how much you needed this, how powerless you were against the craving for your superior.

"betrayed by your subconscious," steve found humor in the situation even while you trembled beneath him. mercifully, he gave up on spanking you in favor of teasing your folds. you mewled at the first swipe of his fingers through your heat. "don't worry, i know you could still kick my super ass if you wanted to. but you won't, will you?"

"no..." you whimpered as his fingers sought out your clit, hovering over it and stroking around it to work you up. "wanna be good, captain, please."

"that's all i ever wanted to hear," steve said with a giddy smile. satisfied that he'd corrected your attitude, he gave in and rubbed your clit in earnest. "there's my good girl. i always knew you were in there somewhere."

"oh my god, yes," you breathed as he buried a finger inside you. he explored your walls with gentle thrusts, almost too gentle. you wiggled impatiently in his lap, creating friction on his bulge which was pressing into your side.

"careful," steve hissed. "you may be a super scary witch, but my cock would still split you open without some prep. you gotta be patient. can you do that for me?"

you whined but agreed to his terms. as a reward, he added a second finger. you could feel yourself stretching to accommodate his thick digits. sensing the resistance, steve searched for something to distract you—literally. he probed along your walls like a man on a mission, grinning when you cried out.

"gotcha," he murmured, almost to himself. your pussy fluttered and clenched wildly around him. "that's it, sugar, keep squeezing my fingers just like that. can't wait to be inside you, sweets."

steve's next move was calculated; he was a strategist, after all. as he worked in a third finger, he traced his thumb up to your clit, rubbing it harshly in time with his thrusts. you were a goner as soon as you felt three huge fingers stretching you out and doting on your g-spot.

"oh, princess, i know it feels so good. it's okay, you're doing so good, yes, my good girl, coming on your captain's lap like this," steve coaxed you through your orgasm with sweet nothings.

before you even had time to recover, steve swept you up bridal-style and carried you to the bedroom. "what happened to being patient?" you quipped as he put you down on the bed and unbuckled his belt.

"i haven't wanted someone the way i want you in 70 years," he responded, practically jumping out of his clothes to get to you. now fully nude, steve's cock bobbed between his legs, twitching and weeping precum. "forgive me if i'm in a hurry now that i finally have you."

his words rolled over you like a warm blanket, shielding you from all fear and uncertainty. steve climbed on top of you and rid you of your dress, the last item of clothing hiding your body from his hungry eyes.

"so beautiful, baby bird," steve marveled at your tits as he kneaded them, groaning out loud at their softness. you writhed underneath him, desperate to feel all of him. "ready?"

at your affirmative nod, steve pushed his hips forward and notched his mushroom tip inside your entrance. you sucked in a breath through your teeth at the intrusion. "oh steve, you're so —" you held your breath as he fed you another inch, "big! too big..."

"i know, lovebug, i'm sorry. i'm right here with you." steve cooed. he kept his hips still and peppered featherlight kisses all over your face. "you can take it. just open up for me, let me in."

"o-okay..." you whispered, relaxing your body. steve continued. he captured your lips in a greedy kiss, swallowing every moan and whine and mmph! you had to give him. before long, he was seated fully inside you.

"i'm so proud of you," steve pulled away from the kiss to shoot you a lust(love?)-drunk smile. "can i move now? you deserve a reward for being so brave."

"yes, ple—ah!" your reply was cut off with a squeal as he thrust forward at an angle, hitting your sweet spot with ease. he picked up the pace, more at ease knowing you were enjoying yourself. the burn of his cock stretching your walls now felt pleasant, especially when he snuck his fingers down to your bundle of nerves.

"fuck, angel, i'm not gonna last," steve panted, his dick driving into you even faster. "you're so tight, chokin' me... come with me. let go for me, love."

as he spoke, his fingers went into overdrive on your clit. this, combined with the near-intolerable feeling of fullness, sent you over the edge. you felt yourself clench and spasm around him, triggering steve's release. he came with a shout, rope after rope of hot liquid coating your walls.

in your warm post-orgasmic haze, you felt like you were floating. then steve pried himself away from you and off the bed.

"where are you going?" you asked shyly.

"to get a washcloth. you don't have to be afraid, little bird. i'm gonna take care of you."

you smiled to yourself and closed your eyes again, knowing his words to be true.

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfic #mcu fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america fanfiction #captain america smut #avengers au

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aizawas-dryeye · 1 month

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➭kissing headcanons (baldur’s gate)

content: smoochin, slightly suggestive, fluff, astarion, wyll, lae’zel, gale, shadowheart, halsin, karlach

words: 1.3k

oh to kiss these lil guys

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❊ Astarion:

You have your first kiss during yall lil date at the tiefling party. You can't deny the way it takes your breath away, but there's something in the way he does it. The way his lips move and the way his tongue grazes yours, it feels rehearsed. After many dark nights, he perfected the most addicting kiss to lure in prey— he knows what makes people tremble— and he uses it to his advantage. It makes you feel so flustered and desired, and it works as promised, from that point on you're whipped.

But, as your relationship grows, and Astarion becomes more trusting, the kisses are tender. Almost shy. It makes your heart absolutely swell, knowing that he's slowly figuring out what he's ok with. And he always has a furious blush on his face after he places a sweet kiss to your lips. And when he's comfortable, he's giving you kisses every chance he can. Not to seduce you or lure you into vulnerability, but just to kiss you. To be close on his terms. He'll even welcome you initiating, and lovesss a cheek kiss.

❊ Wyll:

(I started writing this before the new kisses dropped andddddd its exactly what I had in mind) Have you ever wanted to kiss a disney prince? Yea yea that's what it's like. It's so romantic every time, his strong arms always wrapped around your waist to hold you close. You very nearly lose yourself every time he kisses you, like ugh he knows exactly what he's doing. Always kissing your knuckles with a bow like a prince, always pulling you in and smiling against your lips. He's definitely the type to make out for hours while you snuggle.

He never does short kisses either. If he gets the opportunity, he's leaving a long, passionate kiss on your lips every single time. It also makes him laugh how the other camp members yell about 'getting a room' or making gagging faces. I could totally see him kissing you during battle, think that one scene in pirates of the caribbean. Ugh he's such a hopeless romantic it's so so hard not to fall in love all over again whenever his lips touch yours. (Also if you kiss His knuckles it makes him blush soooo fucking hard like he's adorable).

❊ Lae'zel:

Very short kisses and never in front of the others. At least at first. When the two of you first start getting close, kisses are somewhat rare, and they're quick little pecks if anything. HOOOOWWWEVER get a little alcohol in her and bring her to a secluded spot? and she's on you like white on rice bitch. Deep passionate kisses with plenty of bites, and her claws digging into your clothes type shit. I feel like once she gets closer and more comfortable she'll give you longer kisses in front of others but they are still pretty rare. Lae'zell likes her privacy and PDA is still pretty much a no no, unless you're in danger if that makes sense. Like if you get into trouble and are badly hurt she'll rush over and tend to your wounds and offer little kisses on your face.

Also if you ever kiss her head she'll just sit there completely shocked for like a minute straight, with that cute lil confused puppy expression. If you try and kiss her nose though? Death LOLLLL.

❊ Gale:

The first kiss with Gale is sweet and only a little awkward. Gale probably says some dumb shit like "Ah, forgive me. It's been more than a while since I've kissed a material being," and it makes you laugh. He's a fast learner though and soon has you swooning over every kiss he has to offer. Loves to laze around in bed with you while he reads so he can leave sweet, almost mindless kisses to your head and cheek. The easiest way to pull that nerd from a book is to lay on his belly and kiss him all over. He might complain at first but if you kiss his neck it's over with. Motherfucker is sooooo ticklish there that it immediately breaks down any resistance. EW and his laugh is so fucking cute, he definitely snorts.

Sometimes his beard hairs tickle you if y'all are like Really kissing and he always feels so bad lmao. Like immediately trimming his shit every time it happens even though you reassure time and time again him that you literally do not care. It's not like you mind the beard burn in other places after all wink wink.

❊ Shadowheart:

She definitely gives the sweetest kisses. You can always tell when she wants a kiss because she'll start smiling and leaning against you. I don't think she would initiate a kiss at first, but they are always welcome. She especially loves forehead kisses or kisses against her hair. Makes her feel like a precious little doll and the blush that comes afterwards is to die for. Kiss the hand that Shar shocks and she'll cry, truly. From anyone else she'd find it almost corny, but she has a soft spot for you hehe.

Also she gets sooo giggly when you kiss attack her, like all over her face, ears, neck. It honestly surprises you the first time it happens, but her laughter is so sweet so you continue to do so (when the moment strikes of course). Whenever she gets more comfortable she might even start initiating kisses by coming up to you and puckering her lips wordlessly. ACK she's so fucking cute I can't.

❊ Halsin:

*trembling* b big daddy halsin... He loves loves loves kisses!! Anytime any place bitch. I don't know why but the voices tell me he likes his ears, and the part of his jaw just below his earlobe, being kissed. He's a big ol boy so it's not often someone can even reach that part of him so it's like extra special.

Definitely the most passionate kisser behind Wyll, but they're nearly neck and neck when it comes to romance. It's something about being wrapped up in his fuckin tree trunk arms that makes you melt into a squishy puddle every time. You're like clay in his hands, and you feel it even more so when he massages you lol. Always leaves kisses (maybe more) on your shoulders and spine when he does. He could get you to do almost anything if he offered you a kiss after. Oh and he also loves when you kiss his nose while he's in his wildshape. Plus who doesn't wanna smooch a real life teddy bear?

❊ Karlach:

The first time you FINALLY get to kiss her, she's honestly terrified and so excited she could totally puke. She just squeezes her eyes shut, bends down a little, and lets you peck her on the lips. The gasp she lets out is so fucking cute!! And she almost immediately scoops you up in a bone-crushing hug and smooshes your lips together. It's not the most elegant or gentle kiss in the world but it's full of passion and love and it makes her so giddy she's shaking. Thank the fucking gods her heart is better because even if you would have been able to touch her at first, her chest would most likely explode from nerves.

Definitely the most needy companion when it comes to kisses, like she needs them constantly. Waking up? Kisses. Going to sleep? Kisses. Before and after a battle? Leaving to pee? Eating dinner? Getting ready in the morning? KISSES!!! If you exist in her space her lips are on you more often than not, but like you can't blame her.

#cant sleep so im back on my headcanon bullshit #baldurs gate #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 fluff #baldurs gate headcanons #astarion #wyll ravengard #lae’zel #gale dekarios #shadowheart #halsin #karlach

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gingerjolover · 3 months

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The Love Nest - Julien Baker x young!gf

read the blurb here!

synopsis: young!soft!gf has a bad day but julien is always there to make it better

g's notes: oh heyyyy.... this is a small installment in the controversially young!gf universe, she is lowkey soft!gf coded - i am really going to try and push out more fics now that things are falling into place for me and my life doesn't feel so out of control :-)

warnings: RPF, age gap (both consenting adults!), young!gf is 20?? in this fic, bad day vibes:/, talks of internet bullying, smoochin/lovin/the works, no fundamental physical descriptors except hair that can be tucked behind ear??

The frantic succession of pings had woken Julien up from her post-studio haze, her body half laying on the couch when the panicked texts came in. She didn't even hesitate to get up, changing out of her recording clothes into a pair of boxers and a big t-shirt, moving around the house like a zombie, the routine is one she could do with her eyes closed.

20 minutes later, she sits on the porch, messy hair and slippers on, half exposed to the neighbors by the gaps in her landscaping. She's only lived in the house a few months, having narrowed down what she wanted right around the time you both fell in love almost 8 months ago. It's a small Spanish-style home, close enough to her friends but far enough away from the city that she doesn't feel suffocated. Phoebe relentlessly teased her about the renovations she made, "Oh, so your girlfriend gets to choose the color of your backsplash... it's a love nest!" she had squealed, poking Julien's side as Lucy and Jo admired the palette you had chosen for her kitchen.

She'd hated the teasing, the constant (but loving) making fun of how she worships the ground you walk in, bending to every whim needed to make you happy. Her friends could see it was reciprocated, having finally gotten to know you enough to feel comfortable teasing you about your relationship, your skin thickening with every lousy comment, but smiling at everything from Julien's friend's mouth, laced with admiration for you.

It scares Julien, despite being on the same page about your love, often having deep talks before bed about how the love between you feels like the only thing to ever exist; it scares her just how much she loves you. There's something natural about you flittering around her house, an old ratty band tee adorning your figure as Julien playfully mocks you about not knowing the song blasting throughout the house despite it singlehandedly getting her through her sophomore year of college.

But the best thing, the most natural thing of all, is seeing you pull up into the driveway. Julien envisions when you're done with school, following your dreams full time, and coming home to her every night. Normally, she'd stand on the porch, smiling wide and staring dreamily at you as you park your car. The dog at her feet would wag his tail, ready to pounce when your Converse hits the first step.

But the dreamy eyes are replaced with concern today. She can see your blotchy cheeks through the windshield, eyes bloodshot and streaming. "Oh shit," she mumbles under her breath; every nerve ending is on fire, worry flowing through her veins as she makes her way down the steps to you.

You've barely parked the car before flinging the door open, jumping out, and rushing into her arms. She catches you with ease, one hand moving to support your bottom as you wrap your legs around her, the other tight on your back.

"Hi baby," Julien murmurs, lips pressed to your cheek, your skin warm and damp. Your tears leak down Julien's neck, her hand rubbing up and down your back over your t-shirt, hot and sticky from the sweat, no doubt a result of your anxiety.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, rubbing your nose against her skin as she walks you back to the steps.

"You never need to say sorry for coming here, you know that." She gave you a comforting squeeze before walking you to the porch, the soft glow from inside the house and a few small lights outside were enough to illuminate the whole yard, a warm glow in the incoming darkness.

"Careful buddy, be gentle, mama's sad," Julien says gently, sitting you both down as her dog excitedly moves to you, as if knowing you need comfort, licking your cheek, pawing at your back.

A small giggle and a succession of pets give Julien some hope, her eyes watching your face. Cheeks flushed and puffy, eyes brightened by tears, lips bitten and red, you look so innocent and clearly hurt, but despite it all, approach everything with kindness and gentleness.

“I just needed to see you and I know you have an early session in the morning and I’m not supposed to be here until Thursday but I—“ you start to ramble, knowing that you and Julien both have strict schedules.

"Baby... breathe. It's okay, okay? You're here and safe," Julien says softly, seeing your eyes descend into panic once again when trying to be considerate of her schedule. Julien presses kisses into the crown of your hair, mumbling against the skin, "Besides, I missed you, except I hate seeing you sad, so talk to me; what's happening?" Julien says, pulling away, thumb coming to wipe away tears under your eyes.

“Everything that could’ve gone wrong today went wrong, and I’m so tired,” you breathe out, almost like you couldn't get oxygen back into your lungs. The sobs start up quickly again, heading towards dangerous territory quickly.

Julien's worried frown deepens slightly, but she squeezes you reassuringly. This wasn't good. Not at all. You were usually a ray of sunshine, but the way you breathed out, having such a pessimistic view, sounded... it sounded terrible. She rubbed her thumb against your back in a gentle rhythm. "Slow down. What happened?"

You let out some shuddering breaths, sobs broken up between sniffles before you explain, “I slept through my alarm which I never do, so I missed my meeting with my manager, and then on my way to class my smoothie spilled all over my bag and laptop, and thankfully I backed it up b-but I need a new one, a-and I haven’t gotten the checks from my shop yet so I’m stressing about rent and then all of my paints dried out so I couldn't even work, and my lunch ended up being spoiled so I haven't eaten and I walked to my car after class and there was a fucking p-parking ticket and then when I got home and tried to shower a-and the water was ice cold, and then I stupidly went on instagram and I just—“ you sob gently, all your words like mush, coming in out in only a few breaths.

The more details you explained, the more worried Julien's expression grew. This was a bad day. Worse than most. Her brow furrowed as she took it all in, a frown settling. She kept stroking your back gently as she pulled you in closer, legs interlocking as you sat on the steps. "Okay. Okay. One thing at a time. You don't have to worry about rent. I've got you. Let's just breathe for a sec and figure all of it out…"

“And I failed that stupid philosophy test! He’s making me retake it because my answers were “plagiarized,” according to Turnitin,” you cry out, the elective you were so excited to take because your girlfriend's enthusiasm is a main stress point this semester.

"Hey, hey, let's not worry about that right now. We can deal with your philosophy professor later. Right now, you just need to take some slow breaths, okay?" Julien's voice was soothing; she gently rocked you as she spoke. "Now… the laptop. You said you backed everything up?"

"Yeah, I- but I have so much homework due on Thursday and I— I won't have time to get a new one or even have time to go to the library,” you whine gently, leaning into Julien's affections.

"Hey, look at me." Julien holds your chin gently but sternly; she looks more serious now as she speaks. "You don't need to worry about all of that tonight. You're not going to the library. You'll have some dinner, then we'll crawl into bed and watch a movie, and you can just rest, okay? We'll figure all of that stuff out tomorrow."

“I— I don’t have the time, and I—" you try to explain, tears coming down faster.

The gentle tone in Julien's voice disappears as she shakes her head. "Princess, listen to me." She looks at you firmly and takes your hands into hers, her thumb rubbing your ring finger softly. "You can skip the library. You can tell your manager everything's all right. You can fail one test. You can sleep. We will figure out the laptop situation tomorrow, and everything will be okay. You're safe here, okay? I'm not gonna let anything happen to you right now. You're just gonna relax. I'll take care of everything else."

"But the parking ticket-" you sob softly, cheeks heating in embarrassment.

"I'll deal with that tomorrow." Her tone was more definitive, her eyes locked into yours. "You can just focus on getting some rest right now. Okay? I promise it's gonna be okay."

Julien searches your eyes, watching you nod. Her heart cracks when she sees the tears streaming down, a more profound pain behind your eyes. Her face fell instantly, her hands touching your cheeks as she pressed her forehead to yours. She breathes with you, trying to figure out how to approach what's clearly not a bad day but a breaking point. She gently strokes your hair, "You wanna tell me what's really bothering you, sweet girl?" Julien speaks softly.

“Why are you with me? You’re like— older and successful and isn’t this just— all so stupid, I mean I’m in college and I—“ you whispers, your words riddled with shame as you stare into her brown eyes, feeling small.

Julien's stomach drops; that definitely wasn't a response she was expecting. All of their friends joke about it, but you've never asked the question directly like this. Her mind reeled of every interaction she had witnessed that your relationship was the topic of conversation, wondering which comment was the nail in the coffin, one she didn't even know you had been preparing. She hesitates for a long moment, her brows furrowed. Her expression grows tender again as she pulls you into a hug and squeezes you softly. "Because I love you. And I'm proud of you. And I'm here to support you with everything."

“You shouldn’t have to deal with all of this; it’s all— childish, you’re like—taking care of me,” you say sadly, sniffling again. Julien notices specific language, the rhetoric not like your own, it sounds like a direct comment and not a narrative you've created for yourself.

Julien's eyes widened as she listened; she definitely heard those exact comments on social media, blocking most of it out for the sake of your relationship. "You're not childish. I'm not taking care of you. We're a partnership. We're taking care of each other. You take care of me too. Everything's gonna be ok," she says sternly but gently, tucking some hair behind your ear. "Can I ask you something?" she says softly.

"Mhm," Julien smiles softly at your hum, thumb rubbing your cheek gently. "Did something else happen today? Did someone say something about our relationship? Or have you been reading comments again?" Julien's eyebrows knit together in worry as she looks into your eyes. The trolls were nasty enough as it is. The thought that you might have been rereading their bullshit was heartbreaking.

You look into her eyes guiltily, bottom lip between your teeth as you open your mouth, but nothing can come out, just a sheepish blush crossing your cheeks.

"Sweetheart..." Julien groans, her voice more concerned now. She takes your hands and holds them more tightly in her own. "That's a terrible idea; we've talked about this, okay? You know not to read those comments. They don't know anything about you or us. They're just assholes with a keyboard."

"I couldn't help it, I-" you whine softly, dropping your head low to hide from any disappointing looks Julien might shoot your way.

"Look at me, come on." Juliens pulls your chin up, tilting it so her eyes meet yours. Her expression is soft as she strokes your cheek. "These trolls are just miserable people who have nothing better to do than make other people miserable. We've discussed this: you can't let their opinions take over your life. You can't let them affect you like this."

“I just— had such a bad day and I felt like I couldn’t get my emotions under control and— I just was on there for fun I swear, but then I saw the post from Saturday that Katie posted of us and some of the comments were just so mean, and I started to wonder why you would wanna deal with me? Deal with all of this stuff when you graduated like 6 years ago and I don’t have my shit together, I’m not even 21 so—“ you start to ramble, getting worked up again as the panic floods your chest.

"Hey. Look at me." Julien's voice is gentle as she strokes your hair, holding you close. "I'm not dealing with anything. It's called being in a relationship. There's nothing to deal with. What other people think doesn't matter, remember? Not a damn thing. All that matters to me is that you're here. With me. That's it."

Julien cant help but look down, your lips in cute small pout. She smiles lightly as she wipes your cheeks, kissing your lips quickly.

"Promise me you won't read through that garbage anymore, okay? You know it isn't good for you. It's not good for us. We're good. Just us. Don't let them get in your head. And you never have to justify why you're with me. That's not how this works."

You nod gently, chest lighter at Julien's reassurances. The heavy weight of people's comments still weighs on you, knowing this is something to discuss later, but for now, having Julien dote on you is enough.

Julien's lips curl into a soft smile as she brings her forehead up to yours, eyes still locked into one another's. She whispers softly, "That's my girl. You're gonna rest and I'll deal with the parking ticket and everything else. Okay?"

You nod softly, thanking everything in the universe for the woman sitting before you. You lean in, kissing Julien's cheeks a few times, the corner of her mouth, and then her lips.

Julien hums when you kiss her, your soft lips against her chapped ones. Julien's smile grows wider, her eyes gleaming softly in the dim glow of the porch light, the sun almost set. She closes her eyes and lets out a happy sigh as she pulls your body closer, wrapping her arms tightly around you.

"Are you happy?" you mumble out, tone laced with insecurity, silently face-palming yourself for how you sounded.

Julien's expression grows soft as her hands rub up and down your back, those words tugging at her heartstrings just a bit. She swallows before her voice comes out gentle and sincere, "I am the happiest I've been in a very long time, baby."

Julien's arms wrap tighter around you, and she pulls you into her lap, her lips meeting yours gently and tenderly. Her hands hold your head, mouths softly brushing together, the warmth of your breaths mingling against and into one another's.

She can't help but giggle when you pull away, cheeks flushed and your face moving to her neck. "Can we shower?" you mumble against her skin, Julien's hand rubbing your leg softly.

The blush spreads further up Julien's cheek as she leans in to kiss the top of your head. "Of course we can, pretty girl. I want to get you all cozy," Julien says softly, placing you back on the step as she pats the dog's head, quickly stepping down and towards the car.

She moves to grab your overnight bag, favorite pillow, and purse. Carrying the items in one hand, she locks the car and walks back towards the house, sticking out her opposite hand.

"Thank you," you murmur, kissing her cheek as you grab her hand. "S'no biggie, baby," Julien smiles softly, pushing you through the door first, locking up behind her, and following you straight up the stairs.

You make their way upstairs to the bathroom. The bathroom is dark, except for the light from the bedside lamp nearby that casts an orange-yellow glow. Julien runs the shower, watching you slip into the tub with a small smile. The shower is quick, like any other, Julien tending to you gently. She washes your hair and massages your scalp as you rest against her, a low song coming from her lips.

Wrapped in a fluffy towel, Julien grabs a pair of pajamas from your drawer in her room. Her hands move gently as she works lotion into your back, attempting to relieve the tight muscles in your overworked body. She kisses your neck and shoulders as she moves, her eyes locking into yours in the mirror, her expression so loving and caring, just wanting you to feel better.

“Thank you,” Julien's eyes shine brightly when she sees your soft, tired expression, your sweet thank you music to her ears. She pulls you closer to her chest, rubbing her thumb against your cheek gently and kisses your forehead. "You're welcome. You wanna order food?” Julien mumbles against your skin.

“Mhm, only had half a smoothie today."

Julien's eyes glow softly with admiration as she watches you lean into her. She kisses your forehead again and hums soothingly. “That’s not good,” she breathes, running her fingers through your wet hair. "Poor baby. You wanna lie down in bed while I order? I promise I'll be quick?"

“Yeah,” you say, eyes closing as you allow yourself to enjoy Julien's tender touch.

Julien's smile grows a little more, rubbing your back reassuringly. She pulls out her phone and pulls up the delivery app, watching you cross into the bedroom. She also moves into the bedroom, turning on the bedside lamp and pulling the curtains across the window, dimming everything to a soft, cozy glow. The room is warm and tranquil, any space in Julien's house can achieve this with just a few alterations.

As you snuggle into bed, reaching for the remote, Julien crosses in front of the TV to plug in your heating pad, setting it across your lap.

Juliens watches your face, taking in your exhausted expression, puffy eyes, and the way you're sunken deep into the blankets. Her soft, loving look changes into a teasing one, she can't help but to gently nuzzle her face into your hair as she leans down to you. "I know it was a hard day, baby, but try not to fall asleep before the food gets here," she whispers softly and playfully.

You squint back teasingly, “What’re you ordering?”

"Probably from that Thai place? That okay? That coconut curry could do you some good... it should warm you up and ease those muscles too."

“Is that the one that Phoebe got for me last time?”

"Yeah... think so," Julien's tone reflects the fond memories of Phoebe and Lucy trying to impress you and how cute and sweet it all was to them. "She said she did a little research for the best spot in town. It was so nice of her to do that, wasn't it? The food was really good too."

“Yeah, it was good. I haven't had it since that time with them, like 6 months ago," you say, looking up at Julien as she stands next to the bed, one knee resting on the mattress.

"That’s when I thought Phoebe and Lucy hated me,” you snort softly.

"Oh, definitely not. Lucy and Phoebe are probably both a little in love with you if you want the truth." Julien's tone is teasing; she knows how much her bandmates and best friends appreciate you, even if you don't see it yourself. Her tone grows kinder and softer as she continues. "Phoebe just wanted to feel out the vibe and get to know you better,” Julien says.

Julien's expression softens as she rubs her thumb against your mouth, arm sticking out in front of her, "Yeah, they were probably a little skeptical of you when they first met you. I don’t think they were sure what to make of you."

“Was because of my age, right?” you ask softly, eyes shining with insecurity when the 7-year age gap reappears.

Julien's expression grows warm and apologetic, feeling a lot of guilt over your anxiety about the age difference. She sits on the edge of the bed, tattooed hands running up and down your leg reassuringly. "That may have played a bit of a role, but honestly? I think there was a bit of jealousy there, too. You’re smart, pretty, and funny, and I was pretty smitten instantly. I think they might have felt a little threatened by you," Julien says with a twinkle in her eye, her smile moving to the side with jest.

“Shut up, Jay,” you groan, covering your face with your hands as you lean back into the pillow.

Juliens chuckles slightly at your reaction. "What, it may have been true. I mean, have you seen you?" Julien says playfully, pinching your cheek playfully.

“Flattery will get you nowhere."

Julien's playful expression grows a bit more mischievous. "Oh, it'll get me somewhere, alright. I have a certain spot in mind for that flattery." Juliens nuzzles her into your neck, leaning over you, her body half off the bed, as her lips land near your ear. "You know which one I mean."

“Jules!” you laugh loudly, pushing her off.

Julien's grin grows even wider as she's pushed off of you, leaning back toward you, kissing your lips playfully. "Sorry, angel, I can't help myself. I see a pretty girl, and my hands get a little excited."

You cock one eyebrow up at Juliens use of “a pretty girl”. Julien's eyes narrow playfully at your reaction knowing she's been called out for her choice of words here.

"Okay, okay, fine. I see my really, really, incredibly stunningly gorgeous girlfriend, and I just can't help myself. Better?" Julien chuckles.

“Better."

Julien moves to finish ordering the food, patting your leg quickly before going downstairs to get her laptop to try and get some of the things that went wrong in your day sorted. She lays on the bed, resting against the headboard, your back slightly towards her as you focus on the TV. One of her hands moves back into a gentle massage on your back, trying to relax you, your muscles still somewhat tense.

Julien works on setting up an appointment at the Apple store to get you a new laptop, highlighting and noting which options would be best for your current needs. She also makes sure to transfer enough money for your portion of your rent, knowing you will pay her back as soon as you get paid. And you didn't ask, she knows you would do it eventually, but she goes ahead and orders some replacement paint (and a few other things on your wishlist), knowing you need to get prints done.

Julien's fingers move up to your scalp, trying to commit to memory to ask you tomorrow about the parking ticket information so she can pay it as soon as possible. Her fingers move rhythmically, each stroke a gentle massage of your head. She hums softly as she continues, her eyes moving back and forth between the TV and her phone, watching the delivery time on the door dash.

Her fingers slow down and stop in place for a moment, taking a deep breath and realizing despite the hardships, she's never been more fulfilled and content. She can’t help but smile with tender affection as her mind is filled with thoughts of the girl in her bed, this sweet, smart girl who's taken up an unexpected home in her heart.

“Can I take a power nap?” you mumble, already half asleep, Julien's tattooed fingers to blame.

"You want to take a little power nap until the food gets here?" She asks with a smirk, lifting her arm and widening it, a signal beckoning you to her side.

“Mhm,” you nod, moving on your side and snuggling into Julien.

Julien's face is loving as she watches you settle into her side. She pulls a bit of the blanket over both of you, "Go on, baby, take your nap. I'll watch out for the food."

g's notes: does this suck? i feel like its somehow so long and yet nothing is happening lol

g's notes again: yes its 1 am, i- i don't have an excuse actually

#julien baker x reader #boygenius x reader #julien baker fluff #julien baker x fem!reader #controversially young!gf universe #julien baker x young!gf #julien baker x soft!gf

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jasmines-library · 28 days

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for ypur marauders requests could we get a sirius black x reader where its summer and theyre just enjoying their vacation or smth and sirius is like super flirty and maybeeee ge asks her to marry him bcuz he found like an old ring in a shop or smth😭 sry thats super random but i thought itd be cute, thank youuuu!😙

For You, My Dove.

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Note: This is so stinkin cute.

Warnings: some smoochin, mildly suggestive but 100% sfw.

Word Count: 0.9k

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“Love?”

“Hmm?” You rolled over in the sand, smiling sleepily at Sirius who held out a bottle of sunscreen.

“Come here. You’re going to burn, dove.”

You scooched over, settling yourself in front of Siri who began to gently massage the sunscreen into your skin. The sun was high in the sky and beat down hard on the sea, warming it and making it shimmer like diamonds. It was sure to leave a nasty burn if you went too long without applying. When he was done, he pressed a long kiss to your temple and you leaned back into his chest where he then rested his chin atop of your head. The waves crashed against the shoreline noisily and people skipped past, diving in and out of the water or passing by barefoot as the sand sifted between their toes. It was busy, but Siri couldn’t tear his eyes off of you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured. Your cheeks flushed and you twisted to face him. “How did I get so lucky?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m serious.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, flashing you one of his signature, charismatic and mischievous grins. His hand lingered, cupping your cheek before leaning in to kiss you, interlocking his lips with yours. Fingers pressing against his chest, you returned the kiss passionately. When Siri finally pulled away, his hand had trailed down to your waist and your free hand had inched to lay on top of it.

“Don’t entice me, lovey.”

“Oops.”

He chuckled before rising to his feet and outstretching an arm, which you took, before he pulled you to your feet. Dusting off the sand, you glanced at the water.

Without warning, you took off towards it. “Race you!” You yelled back at Sirius.

He smirked, chasing after you. The water wasn’t very far away, but Sirius was much taller than you and very, very competitive, so he caught up with you in a few strides. What he did next however caught you completely off guard. Hooking his arm around your waist, he scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder.

“Siri!” You cried out in surprise, hitting him playfully on the chest as you tried to get him to let you down. But he was set on his intention and was wading further out now, the water lapping at his thighs.

“Put me down! I’m serious.”

“No…I am.”

“Siri!” You squealed as he continued out into the water before throwing you in.

When you stood back up, gasping, you made a beeline for him splashing the water at him. “You bastard.”

“Oops.”

He dodged out of the way as you chased him. He retorted with the same childishness, mirroring the pure joy on your face as the pair of you splashed around.

The air had grown cooler now that the sun had set. It wasn’t cold by any means, but there was a nip in the air that made little goosebumps prick up on your skin. Siri noticed this.

“Chilly, Love?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of the hand you had entwined with his.

After cooling off in the water the two of you decided to venture into the seaside town before grabbing a bite to eat. Each store was unique, full of handcrafted gifts or trinkets that glistened in the light. The two of you spent hours as you marvelled at everything, you had hardly noticed that the sun had begun to set until you deemed it time to walk back along the beach before heading back. It was much quieter now, with most people returning home or into the town for a bite to eat.

“A little.” You shrugged. The temperature had dropped some, and the breeze was picking up a little; enough to make the trees waltz gently.

“Here.” He slipped off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

“You’ll get cold-” You tried to protest as he removed it.

“I’ll be fine, Dove. Can’t have you getting cold now, can I? What kind of person would that make me,huh?”

You chuckled. “If you’re sure.”

“Always.” He interlinked his fingers again with yours and the two of you carried on walking until you stopped to take a picture of the sun and how it just simmered above the surface of the sea, surrounded by a plethora of colours. When you turned around to show him the picture, Sirius was on one knee.

Sirius was nervous. You could see it in his eyes, but he hid it well with that charming look on his face as he gazed up at you. Enclosed in his hands was a black box and inside resting on the plush cushion was a delicate ring.

“Y/N…” He started, taking your hand in his. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while. From the moment we met I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Your smile, your voice. All of you, you’re engraved within my very soul. And from the moment we met, you’ve always been there for me; through the good and the bad. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I’m the luckiest wizard alive. Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, your heart swelling. Sirius slipped the ring onto your finger; it fit perfectly as though it had been crafted just for you. When he stood, Siri wrapped you up and pulled you into a kiss.

“I love you so damn much.” He whispered.

“And I love you more.”

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@hearts4robs @xxrougefangxx @marauderfreaksblog

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cottonlemonade · 23 days

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Takeout And Makeout

word count: 850 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: University!AU Oikawa x inexperienced chubby!Reader

genre: suggestive(?) fluff, new relationship

warnings: eh, none really, some smoochin

synopsis: you’re a TA and Oikawa comes to visit you in the office late at night (okay, maybe not late at night but y’all are alone and it’s dark outside) - he enjoys making you flustered

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Your shoulders cracked satisfyingly as you stretched your arms above your head. It was past 8 and the professors had gone home for the night - not before leaving you, their TA, with plenty of things to finish up before you could head back to your dorm yourself. Muttering under your breath, you put on some nondescript background music and turned the page of a paper you had to proofread.

As you wouldn't get home before 10 or 11, you contemplated having food delivered and tapped around on your phone trying to find an enticing menu.

Your concentration really hadn’t lasted long. Wow.

But, unable to focus, you abandoned even the food search and went through your latest messages with Tooru. How you had to blow him off, because you were stuck in your professor's office and how adorably gloomy his responses had been. You smiled at the pouting selfie he sent last. Much to your dismay you hadn't seen him in person for a couple of days and you stared off into space for a moment, letting your last meeting pass before your inner eye. The setting sun, the cicadas, his confession, the hug and the kiss. It had been replaying in your head over and over. For weeks he had pretended to need your tutoring before he finally worked up the courage to ask you out. You felt giddy all over again at the thought.

A quiet knock burst your bubble and you went to unlock the office door.

"Good evening, y/n-chan.", Tooru said with his dazzling smile.

"Hey! What are you doing here?", you asked, a little squeaky from excitement to see him.

He held up a delicious smelling bag and you beamed in appreciation.

"Thank you."

You almost leaped aside in your eagerness to let him in and he looked around the office, setting the food down in the middle of the large table.

After he took off his jacket, he turned to face you.

“Don’t forget to tip the delivery person.”

He leaned forward with an expectant grin and after shaking your head at his cheesiness, you gave him a peck on the cheek. For a moment he hesitated, then closed the gap between you two and snaked his arms around your waist.

"Hi."

Tooru pulled you close and had obviously no intention of letting go as he nuzzled into your neck, squeezing your soft hips ever so slightly. You had no idea how he managed to make his hugs feel so sweet yet … sensual.

"Kiss me.", you sighed quietly, hoping immediately he didn't hear it. Even though you were a year older, he had far more experience in dating than you.

But Tooru pulled away a bit and pressed his lips to your forehead, sending a warm shiver down your spine. He looked in your eyes, a taunting smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

Of course he knew what you had actually meant. It was obvious from the way he cocked his brow so infuriatingly self-assured.

When you didn't say anything but your puppy eyes grew bigger, he decided to tease.

"Was that not what you wanted, y/n-chan?", he asked, his voice smooth and low.

You took a silent breath, feeling rather stupid when you mumbled, "My lips."

He leaned down and you caught your breath, but he only turned his head a bit to the side as if to hear better.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

You squirmed a little in his arms, making him chuckle but he kept eye contact, his gaze burning on your skin.

"Kiss my lips.", you said, still quietly but at least stronger than before.

"Yes… Senpai.", he purred and leaned down again. His lips only brushed yours at first, probably testing to see if you really were fine with it, then he added more pressure, more breath, more… hands. He squeezed your hips again - a new favorite pastime of his - before fully enclosing you in his strong arms, keeping you trapped between him and the table. Your head was spinning but it just felt too good to stop. Your friends had told you that when a kiss was really good, you'd feel drunk. The rational part of your brain explained it with the (terribly unromantic) probable occurrence of oxygen deficiency, but right now all you cared about was him. His lips, his hands, his lean muscular body pressed against your plush curves, your fingers developing a life of their own and sliding up to the back of his neck, needing to feel him more.

Once you both ran out of breath, you just rested your foreheads against each other, both grinning like idiots in your lightheadedness.

His lips were pink and a little swollen and you were tempted to pull him in again, but he laced your fingers with his and kissed the tip of your nose.

"We should eat before it gets cold."

You nodded and smiled when he gave you one more sweet kiss, then pulled up a chair for you to sit.

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#oikawa x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #oikawa fluff #hq oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa tōru #oikawa torū #chubby reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff

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MISTLETOE KISS - A Post-Outbreak Joel Miller Christmas One Shot

Summary: At the Tipsy Bison Christmas party in Jackson, you and Joel share your first kiss together under some mistletoe.

Pairing: Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x GN!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub.)

Word Count: 2.7k

Scoville Smut Rating: None, it's fluff. You're safe.

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Warnings/triggers - None, it's just you & Joel smoochin'.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: Well, here we are, the last story in my 12 Days of XXX-Mas stories with some of the Pedro Boys. I hope you've enjoyed reading them all, and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas, lovelies. 🖤

12 DAYS OF XXX-MAS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy & Happy Holidays! 🎄🖤

His lips drag against yours gently, that bottom plumpy one catching on yours and feeling fleshy and wet.

The occasional click of your intense osculation is like music to your ears, all your senses fine-tuned and solely focused onto the delicate smooch he plants on your lips - you’re in the Joel Miller zone wholly.

It’s taken a while to get here; to this exact point.

To be standing in the Tipsy Bison with Joel’s enormous hands gently cupping the side of your face.

Two souls thrust together in a small commune, each with your own horrific stories clinging onto your backs for the ride, and both feeling the pinching fear of something new developing between you both, even though you're terrified to indulge.

Months of a slow burn, exchanging longing looks, crafting small slices of conversation into something shapely and whole.

Gentle, tentative steps in your mutual attraction and shared pain from the last twenty odd years hunkering down and surviving the end of the world.

Terrified to misinterpret or assume. Terrified to lose it when you finally find it.

Slow, nudging movements have brought you both here; sharing a few words mumbled at one another when you discovered you were neighbours. Then company on occasion, with shared food becoming regular nights together as you baked him some treats and he poured you some whiskey.

And now, here, your first kiss together. Not in private, but for the whole commune to see and bask in.

Longing glances as you passed him working on frames for the new houses to go up in the commune, sometimes you brought him a sandwich. And he'd share it with you.

Then an offer of a drink at the Christmas party; a mutual hope that you both would want to attend and sway each other out of the lonely house and into the cheery atmosphere.

Joel had looked up and seen the mistletoe hanging over the bar where you both stood, partaking in the Christmas traditions that had come out of the apocalypse unscathed, and with that festive warmth the season still brings.

The tree in the corner is a little bare, and sure the tinsel is scraggly and thinning, but it’s still magical nonetheless.

It was a small, shy peck as he leaned in and pressed his lips to your cheek, blushing across his large nose. But as he pulled away, that magnetism had brought you back together again, unable to repel your polar opposites.

And now his deft hands cling onto your face; the pads of his thumbs gently resting on the bottom of your eye sockets and his thick, calloused fingers wind inside your roots behind your ears. You can feel him scritch and rummage about in there as he pulls you closer onto his mouth.

The soft whoosh of air expelled from Joel's nostrils as he breathes out on a satisfied hum, warms your philtrum and upper lip as his tongue explores yours; swooping and swishing around it in a gentle, yet tantalising tango that you never want to end.

The affectionate massaging of your head around his hands as they dance upon your skin, tingles. Like falling into the universe, tumbling about utterly weightless and with your final destination unknown, you're floating... lost.

Time is a commodity that no longer exists; a melting clock on a canvas. It stops and there is just... him. You. Together.

It strokes, brushes and slips around yours; a gentle tussle in which he emerges the victor when he suckles on it gently, sending you whizzing off into the greater depths of space, never to be discovered again as you fall into the sun, burning up into dust, Icarus style.

Only Joel, holding tightly onto you now around your waist, pulling you closer into the gravity of him.

You reach up around the back of his thick neck - the skin feeling uniquely soft in its roughness there in the nape - stepping up on tip toes as you cling onto him, your head swims with bubbles and wanders off into fields of gold.

There’s no-one here, only him.

The festive gathering tinkles around you both; people swarming in and out and drawn into other’s orbits as they drink and make merry on this night filled with schmaltzy Christmas tunes from era’s gone by.

But their noise, instead of amplified, is drowned out. Their presence melts away into the walls until there is just only the sound of him, the feel of Joel's heart thrumming against yours in your rib cage; the whiskey cadence of his taste inside your mouth drawing you into the cavernous vortex of him.

In your dreams, he can hurt you; in your dreams he only exists for a fleeting few moments before you wake up and shake all memory of his face free from conscious thought.

For a while, he only existed there, in a make believe world where anything can happen and the horrors of the world are bleached away temporarily.

Only in your wildest dreams can this happen in its physicality, surely? It’s far-fetched, absurd... impossible.

But even the word impossible has possible in it, right?

He’s just a man, he holds no mystical, pussy-taming powers; he’s insignificant, miniscule amongst the eight billion people who inhabited this watery planet until it was picked off to a measly scarce number... so, why him?

Why is he the one the reach out to you and pull you close into his personal space and share it with you, share his unabiding warmth and plant his lips on yours and make you forget your name and how to breathe?

It’s just a kiss, right? No kiss can ever make you feel like this, surely? That’s some movie bullshit right here.

But yet, you feel him scorching all over your soul and leaving powdery imprints on it long after it’s reduced to ash.

Your body is buzzing, your toes even throb inside your worn out shoes as you feel his hands clutch tighter around your waist and pull you closer into him still.

Pressed up against him, packed in tight against that stacked chest of his wrapped in soft, bobbling plaid, that you run your hands up.

You’ve always wondered what this would be like to experience again, feeling that it would never happen because eligible bachelors have now been replaced with repugnant, violent men in a repugnant, violent world.

Mourning the experience of that first kiss with the man of your dreams... that wondrous face you’ve dreamt of coming into close proximity with yours, and you think about nothing else now except how he tastes.

If Joel Miller were a taste, what would his flavour be exactly?

The freedom before work, bills, responsibilities; stresses, adulting, heartbreaks... surviving and enduring.

He tastes of a playful innocence; some sepia nostalgia somewhere from inside your childhood - a happy memory that’s taken up root in your amygdala to stay forever, even though it’s a bit hazy now.

Like a fuzzy camcorder video from the late eighties; a carefree moment when all that mattered in the world was the pure, unadulterated freedom you felt back then.

The time when the only thing you had to worry about was how far up that tree you could climb before your siblings, or how fast your bike could go down that hill making you scream wildly with a giddy thrill of the wind whipping inside your ears.

He tastes of Morello cherries, sweet and tart with a slight hint of tobacco and caustic rum. You can taste the coolness on his tongue from the ashen amber whiskey and how it leaves that heady alkaline on your taste buds that flirts with you to be dizzy with him, getting punch drunk off of him.

He wears a cologne of a perfectly balanced scale of handmade magnolia soap and musky sweat. He smells of the winter; the crystal dew in cobwebs frozen over in the bushes and the harsh nip of the cold. Creased leather and boot polish. Wooden splinters and sawdust.

He smells of heartbreak, but he’s yet to tell.

From the hint of his fingers getting too close to the mound of your ass, and his other hand stroking behind your neck now, you’ve known men like him before. They’ve left their imprint on your skin, the scars across your heart, but he’s not a bad egg bred from the same batch.

No, he’s more like a lovable rogue; a cheeky scamp once upon a time, but one now that protects your pumping organ rather than stomps all over it making it bleed and pop under his heavy boot.

He’ll tell you stories one day soon about his Southern charm. You don’t know anything about him, not really, but you’re certain you know this about him - even if he’s no good, even if he's done bad things in the name of survival, he tries his best to be good, decent.

And a man that tries, is a man that wins.

Joel wraps you into his arms furthermore; arms that are abnormally thick and enveloping. A strong cocoon to protect you, to hold you tight when the going gets tough; home is in his arms.

He’s so tall; unequivocally unwavering and statuesque as you take him all in.

Quiet and seemingly shy, he stumbles around his words when put on the spot and likes to fill the gap with uhms and aahs through gruff mumbles.

But he was the rowdy one amongst friends decades ago, and those who knew what really went on under that lurching frame. His height makes him stand out, a lonesome, snow-capped head streaked in silver, but he doesn’t want to stand out for all the wrong reasons.

He’s self-assured and a wallflower all rolled into one; a bundle of shitty self-loathing, an aggressive drunk at times, and yet he loves hard like a soldier shot in battle; he’ll push on through the pain.

The things that turn you on and leave you panting into his mouth for more as you buck and contort with him pushed deep inside you.

He’s a grump, an asshole at times and doesn’t indulge in a fight for fight’s sake. But will if he needs to.

But all these things about Joel will be learned and witnessed in time, the same as he'll be educated about you and all your foibles and quirks. The things that make you tick.

Joel Miller feels like a corona, scorching and blazing into you; a man who is a man and a boy all rolled into one handsome face, aged through years of toilsome survival.

A man that could take you down a dark alley and fuck you up against the mottled brickwork as it grazes against your skin, and equally lay with you in bed on a lazy Sunday morning, spending hours with his face nestled between your legs drawing your pleasures out of you into his eager, skilled mouth.

Joel Miller is both a lover and a fighter, and exudes intense passionate in both.

He’s an enigma shrouded in further mystery, he’s a cheap, paperback book with no pictures; a crumpled IKEA instruction guide in gobbledygook, but you understand him nonetheless.

His kiss reveals all his secrets, and yet gives nothing away in equal measure.

A vector of himself; cocoa powder eyes that tell a thousand truths and a thousand lies, and you’d be none the wiser about any of them.

But this, his kiss, tells you all you need to know for now.

Nothing else right now matters as you live in the present with him, not the past, nor the future. Just in the here and now, between his lips.

It’s a kiss that blooms, a kiss that ignites and starts something between the both of you; something that neither of you know where it will ultimately lead to, but you’re both eager enough to cling on for the ride.

Joel draws back and you can see his eyes; the inviting, deep browns and you’re swimming in them. In the centre they seem a little hazel, maybe a possible fleck of gold here or there under the Christmas lights.

He blinks with dark, fluttery eyelashes, smiles with feminine, plumpy heart-shaped lips and blushes a little around the apples of his cheeks mottled with pores, as his arms stroke up and down the sides of yours.

His cheekbones are dusted with a fluffy scruff, greying in its patchiness. A rugged moustache sits atop his lip and you can still taste it on your lips, feel the tickle from the tingles and the soft scratch that silk caterpillar leaves.

You remember his voice, remember how he sounded as he caught your attention and offered you a drink before the night got underway. That gravelly tincture bouncing in the undertones of his Texan accent; he sounds acutely Americanised, those Southern pebbles roll around his mouth on certain vowels, there’s no mistaking them and their wonder as they spill out like liquid gold at your feet.

Even his voice renders you to your knees in subjugation of him, your pussy waving a white flag utterly enthralled.

Who is this man? Who is he, really?

What are the things that he finds the most funny, and what makes him so fucking mad that he’d punch his large fist through a wall?

What are the things you could do to him that would make those entrancing eyes roll into the back of his head in abject pleasure?

Your mind swims with the possibilities of grilling him about that over decades old whiskey and late night cuddles on the beaten couch, before you get the chance to see those peepers indeed roll into the back of his skull as though being possessed by an other-worldly entity.

But this is just the beginning.

This is just the first step into a maze of uncharted exploration. There are mountains to scale, valleys to peak, and ledges to stand on precariously as you both contemplate the consequences of jumping off together or singularly.

Would he catch you, or let you fall to your death and stare down at your dead body with indifference as you bleed out?

Is he the villain or the hero - or both?

His rough, warm fingers thread into yours; an unconscious action that his brain has no say over. You feel them tangle inside your own as you glance down at them, weaving and stroking with a satisfied awe.

They’re obscenely thick like the rest of him, and yet strangely delicate as they loop and lace with your own, thumbs stroking over knuckle hilts.

Would you fall in love with him, or would he simply take you home and fuck you senseless and leave in the morning without a word?

And there doesn’t need to be a viable reason for that, does there? You don’t need to psychoanalyse and connect the dots.

But that’s the most wonderful, yet incredibly agonising, thing about a first kiss with someone; someone new.

It invokes all these thoughts, questions, could-be scenarios, when in reality you should just close those yammering thoughts off and just enjoy being on the receiving end of someone’s affection, because they want to share this moment of intimacy with you and no-one else.

Or maybe it’s more than that. Maybe it’s feeling and emotion, maybe it’s brazen lust disguised as love at first sight. Maybe it’s-

You’re attracted to each other through chemistry and pheromones. He has a pretty face that you want to sit on; you have a great ass he’d like to fuck one day.

Maybe it’s just that, cold, sterile science?

Maybe it doesn’t fucking matter.

Joel presses his lips onto yours once more, this time the kiss morphs into something else; something else unrestrained and jerking against the leash to get free.

You feel it travel all over your skin, across the fine hairs on your arms, down the nodules of your spine; between your legs as it throbs heavily.

You nip back on his bottom lip, tasting him all over again; your hands working up his broad back, your chest crushed painfully tight against his own. He’s tall, so tall you still have to tiptoe, but you don't care.

It’s all nonsensical and fades away once more as you lose yourself into him again.

You break the kiss to breathe and take a beat to take one another in. Faces nuzzling with stolen breaths, clamouring heartbeats. With your foreheads pressed so close together, you both resemble Cyclops with only one eye to the other.

He smiles at you contentedly, his scuffed face relaxed and unreadable at the same time. And it’s utterly euphoric to inhale him in, to touch him and hold him in your hands, finally.

“Merry Christmas, Joel,” you say in a voice that is still lost somewhere inside his throat.

Your legs are like jelly; weak and wobbly as you try not to pass out in his strong arms holding you upright against the weighted shield of his body.

Joel smirks, revealing a dimple you’ve never seen until now, and his eyes flick up to the bud of mistletoe hanging over your heads and smiles.

“Merry Christmas, darlin’.” Joel replies in a deep, haunting drawl.

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spacecowboyhotch · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 6: Phone Sex

pairing: jake lockley x fem!reader

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, jake being a tease and really hot (as usual)

wc: 535

an: for my bb @juneknight. smooshin (perhaps smoochin) you 😚

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“C’mon, honey, it’s been a week,” Jake croons down the line, his voice much more soft than usual.

“And who’s fault is that?” You ask— you want to say Marc, he’s the one who started to piece together crumbs for this excursion. But, you know that he wouldn’t have done it without input from Jake and Steven.

“The coward who won’t show his fucking face. But, I don’t wanna talk about him.”

Heat burns your cheeks as he redirects the conversation, “No, you want to talk about sex. It’s dirty, Jake.”

The two of you have been going back and forth. He wants you to talk dirty to him so that he can get off. He’s been buttering you up since he called, but you’ve vehemently protested. If anyone is the expert on dirty talk in this relationship it’s him— all of them really. You don’t want to embarrass yourself.

“Not just about sex, about how soft and wet and tight—“

“Jake,” You whine shyly, shifting as you lay in bed.

The sound drives him wild, he’s hard, palming at himself through his boxers. He can picture you laid in his bed, looking so sweet, smelling so sweet in one of his shirts and nothing else.

“Such a prude, a sweet innocent girl, hmm? I don’t think so,” He teases.

“Yes,” You say indignantly, lifting your chin in defiance.

He takes a deep, ragged breath as he continues to tease you, “Really? I don’t think a sweet innocent girl would beg for my cock.”

“Maybe our definitions are different,” You say weakly, noticing the ache that grows between your thighs.

“And so defiant,” He muses softly, his breath still a little labored.

You open your mouth to say something snarky but then there’s something happening in the background that you can’t make out, something soft. Something wet. You hold your breath, pressing the phone closer to your ear. You can’t see it but Jake smiles at your silence, knows exactly what you’re doing.

“Can you hear me?” He whispers playfully, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You’re— are you— touching yourself?” You ask breathily.

“I’m teaching you,” He corrects. “Are you wet? Needy?”

“N-no.”

“My desperate innocent girl. No ache between those thighs? I bet you are, bet you're squeezing those thighs together trying to relieve yourself. It’s not as good as my cock is it? Not even your fingers, none of your toys.”

All you can do is whimper, and it drives him insane, closer to his peak as he strokes himself at a steady pace, “Fuck, you’re so fucking sweet. S’close just teasing you. Just picturing how your pussy would squeeze me tight.”

“Jake, I—“

Whatever you’re about to say is cut off by a long, deep groan from him. It’s a sound you know well, once that you love to hear and you wish that you could see him. You want to see the way his brows knit together, the way his mouth falls open as he cums.

“Fuck. You here still?”

“Yeah I…guess you didn’t need my help?” You breathe, clearly affected.

He grins, “You helped plenty. Now— do you need some help?

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shaybreezy-17 · 8 months

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Drunk in Love

(Zoro x Reader)

i’ve been writing so many zoro fics lately but i just have so many ideas that come to mind that i might as well share with you guys <3! hope you like this fluffy widdle one shot :p.

tw: substance use, strong language, fluffy forms of physical touch (like smoochin’ ;))

Making your way through the parade, you drunkily swayed around each body you pushed past. It was a time of celebration, for you and the rest of the Straw Hats had just beat another foe and won another hard and treacherous battle.

You’d drank so much the music felt like it was reverberating through your bones, making you giggle like an idiot to yourself as you stumbled around.

You looked up and saw Franky and Usopp singing and dancing together like fools, you wondered if they thought the same about you. Franky paid you no mind as he was conducting one of his famous “SUPER” poses. But Usopp spotted you in the crowd, giving you a quick wave of acknowledgment.

You whipped your head to the side, looking for that stupid Moss Head you both loved and hated. No sign of him.

“Robin!” You screeched, seeing her leaned up against a wall. “How ‘bout this sickass parade! Am I right?”

“It’s wonderful.” Her lips formed into a small smile, “I’m glad you’re having a good time as well.”

You grinned back at her, grabbing her shoulders and kissing her forehead before disappearing back into the crowd.

Following the different sounds, colors, and aromas, you began to feel your head spin. Losing wind of yourself, you B-lined through the parade into a lit alleyway, hoping to catch your breath and fight against the feeling of puking your guts out.

Placing your hand on the wall for support as you walked along, you found him.

He sat there, on a worn out bench, swords at his side as usual.

Your sudden need to barf completely dissipated, filled by a warm, funny feeling.

“Zoro!” You cooed, etching toward him. You fumbled into his lap, sitting sideways, much to his amusement.

“Why you away from the crowd, you little loner?” You tried your best not to slur on your words, reaching up to caress his face.

“Geez, you’re completely shitfaced, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes, cheeks growing pinker than they already were. “You reek.”

“Pfft, you’re one to talk!” You retorted, wrapping an arm around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. “I can smell the sake off your breath from a mile away.”

“At least I can still walk right.” He scoffed, looping an arm around your legs, picking you up bridal style. “Wanna go somewhere quiet? I’m getting kinda tired, party’s been goin’ on for three days now…”

“Alone time with you?” You leaned in to kiss his cheek as he walked along the alley, “Fuck yeah. Away we go!”

Zoro half-drunkenly marched his way toward the Thousand Sunny with you in his arms. You looked ahead, over your shoulder, admiring the Sunny and the way the water surrounded it. The moonlight lit the sea, as it did the path you were both on. Looking back over at Zoro, he looked back at you with inviting eyes.

You were both sweaty and smelled like alcohol, neither of you in the right headspace, so to speak. Yet, in that moment, everything felt so right.

As you both sat next to each other on the deck, overlooking the water and the moonlight, Zoro swung his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side.

You reminisced about how the two of you were able to get this far… together.

It had been a year since you joined the Straw Hats, and upon seeing Zoro, it was love at first sight- at least for you.

Zoro took a while to warm up to you, understandably so. He had never let anyone get close to him before, not the way you were able to.

You stayed true to yourself since the beginning and made it known that you liked Zoro.

Whenever he tried to push you away, you stuck around no matter what, adamant to break through this steel wall he had up.

And eventually, you did.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?” Zoro whispered, kissing your temple.

“You, as always.” You replied, honestly. “You and the rest of the crew make me so darn happy, Zo.”

He smiled, looking back out into the ocean.

“I know we don’t have total peace and quiet, but I could get used to this.” You sighed in relief, pushing you and Zoro back to lay on the deck.

“Heh, yeah.” He replied, “Not often we get to relax like this.”

You laid there, listening to the faded background noise of the party. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw colorful swirls and dots. Every time you opened them, your eyes landed on a new star in the sky.

Zoro turned on his side to face you, pulling you in. “You’re so damn warm, Y/N.” He groaned in your ear, forcing a giggle out of you, as you could feel the butterflies exploding in your stomach.

Following his lead, you turned to face him as well, eyes meeting his.

He looked at you with such wonder, such yearn. He looked at you with hope.

Zoro was difficult to read, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that he had fallen head over heels for you.

You both cupped each others faces, basking in the warmth of one another’s bodies. He reached toward you, letting his calloused hand run along your cheek, through to your hair.

His crazy aspiration of becoming the worlds greatest swordsman was now paired with his dream of wanting to survive, survive with you.

His goal of wanting to see Luffy and the Straw Hats outlast each and everyone in their way, now had the very cherry on top of being able to relax and settle down with the love of his life, you, when all was said and done.

“You’re so amazing.” You whispered, breaking the comfortable silence without a care in the world. “I love you.”

He inched his face closer to yours, feeling the warmth of his breath brush against your lips, begging for you to meet them. “Believe me when I say, I love you more, Y/N.”

You leaned in, breaking the space between you. As your lips intertwined with hunger and desire, the world around you began to feel so far away.

It was as if you were both floating up and away, further and further from the very earth itself, up to heaven. Yeah, Heaven was a good word to describe it.

Once you pulled away from the long and passionate kiss, you were a tangled mess of limbs on the deck floor. You giggled as Zoro gave you a shy smile.

The two of you got up and began to brush yourselves off. “Should we head back to the party and the others?” You asked, brushing your fingers through your hair in an attempt to tangle the mess it had become.

“Hmm,” Zoro seemed to ponder, placing his hand on his chin. “Orrr…”

“Or what?” You blurted out, hoping to get past any form of anticipation.

“Or, we could head up to the Birds Nest and knock the fuck out together.” He flashed you a devilish smile, hoping you’d give in to temptation so he could have you all to himself for the rest of the night.

You thought about how fun the party was, but how utterly exhausted you truly were now that you’d given your body a chance to relax…

Without another word, in unison, you both booked it toward the Birds Nest, realizing no crazy party in the world could ever amount to the peaceful feeling of laying in each others arms.

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