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[autisticalastor]

do you feel us falling ('cause i feel us falling)

Pairing: Lucifer/Alastor

Rating: G

Tags: Established Relationship, First Kiss, Demiromantic Ace Alastor, Autistic Alastor (it shows), they have the "omg what are we?" talk <3, bonus: Platonic Radiodust!

A/N: This is part 3 of my Radioapple series, The Taming of the Deer and the Devil! If you've not yet read the other 2 parts, highly recommend doing that first! Anyways, I've been working on this one off and on for months between other fics, and it kinda shows... Hope you enjoy anyways! Title is from Goodnight Moon by Go Radio!

It happens in bed. Alastor is snuggling himself into Lucifer's feathers, waiting for Lucifer to pull him close and cling to him like he's a stuffed animal. But he doesn’t. He keeps a bit of distance, which can only mean one thing: They're about to have a Talk. Probably some inane question Lucifer's worked himself into thinking is the Most Important Thing Ever again, but the waiting is cutting into Alastor's “being warm and comfortable” time, and that just won't do. He cracks an eye open, giving Lucifer a look that seems to say get on with it already.

“So I, uh, I wanted to ask if… Well, maybe you wanted to… Come over for dinner this week? Uh, at— at my place, obviously.” Lucifer’s expression is hopeful, as if he still has some doubt as to whether Alastor will say yes. As if I’ve said no yet.

“You always sound so nervous when you ask me questions; why is that?” Alastor replies, giving him a bemused look.

“You make me nervous! That’s not the point— Will you come over and let me make you dinner or not?”

In truth, the idea of going over to Lucifer’s manor makes Alastor nervous. Charlie lives here at the hotel. The manor doesn’t have any staff. It would be just the two of them, with no one anywhere nearby to ease the potential awkwardness.

And really, he shouldn’t feel awkward about it. They sleep in the same bed most every night; what’s there to be so worried about? But it just feels different, the knowledge other people stay at the hotel as well making him feel like they were never truly alone together. He really isn’t sure he can handle the idea of there being nothing but the two of them. Together. As if things were perhaps getting serious between them.

Now that… That makes him nervous. His heart is skipping beats at even the thought of it. Which he supposes means he and Lucifer are in the same boat.

“All right,” Alastor finally answers. “But if you poison me, we’re done.”

Lucifer smiles at him, that warm, bright smile Alastor’s certain actually does give off some light of its own. “I’ll take those odds.”

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[finleycannotdraw]

we need all types of art in fandoms

[escespace]

To whoever first wrote that Merlin is only clumsy because he has to make a conscious effort and always invest a lot of energy to not allowing his magic to be instinctive : Thank you! That concept always lives in my mind for free

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Eventually, the scrapbook ended. The sun had fallen beneath the horizon hours ago, and some nagging part of Stan's brain was telling him kids shouldn't be up this late. Unless they're breaking into a mini golf course. He jerked his head back, furrowing his brow. That was...oddly specific.

"Grunkle Stan?" a little voice - Mabel - questioned. He looked down at his knee to see where his great-niece was sitting, eyeing him with no small degree of concern. "Are you okay?"

He ruffled her hair. "'Course, Pumpkin. Just trying to shake some of those memories back in the right place, huh?" He gave an exaggerated shake of his head, smacking the side like he was trying to get water out his ears. "Got a straggler! Hup! There we go," he grinned, lowering his hand. "Good as new!"

Whatever he said must have been the right thing, because Mabel's eyes had lit up like he'd told her he was turning the Mystery Shack into a cotton candy emporium and Dipper had a sudden death grip on his other leg.

"Geez kid, you're clawing through my pants here," he grumbled, making no move to take away his nephew's hand. "Haven't you chewed your nails off by now? How're they so sharp?"

"You called me Pumpkin," Mabel whispered.

"You remembered I chew my nails," Dipper said in awe. Then he frowned. "Hey, how come Mabel gets a nice one and I get a gross one."

Stan shrugged. "'Cause she's nice, and you're gross."

"Ha! Zoom!" Mabel pumped a fist in the air before collapsing back into Stan's lap in a fit of giggles. Dipper rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he settled back against Stan's other side. Ford stayed perched on the arm of the chair, smiling fondly, but eyebrows still drawn together.

"What's the matter, Sixer?" Stan frowned as Ford grimaced at the nickname. "What?"

Ford waved off Stan's concern. "It's nothing. It's..." Ford sighed. "I'm sorry. It's not nothing. I just don't want to..." He pursed his lips.

"Don't leave us hanging." There was a shake in Stan's voice, and Mabel shifted closer to her Grunkle.

"I'm glad this has been helpful to you," Ford muttered. "But...you don't remember everything. Not really."

"Whaddya mean?" Stan asked. "I remember you, the kids, Soos. The freeloading jerk who steals my sandwiches." Stan glared at Waddles who simply oinked and started trying to eat his shoelace. Whatever. Free pass for jump starting his memories. He better not get used to it.

Dipper sat up. "Yeah, what do you mean, Great Uncle Ford?"

Ford frowned. "I just... Hm." He seemed to be weighing something in his mind before turning to Stan with some resolve.

"Stanley," he began slowly. "I hope you appreciate what I'm about to do for you."

"That's not terrifyingly ominous," Stan muttered, glancing around at the available exits.

"Do you remember my - " Ford cleared his throat. "My first kiss?"

Stan froze. "What?"

"My first kiss, do you remember it?"

"I was there?"

"Yes. Unfortunately a lot of people were."

Mabel squealed beside Stan. "Ooo! Romance memories! How old were you? Was it high school? Was it a high school romance? Was it star-crossed love between the nerd and the cheerleader?"

"Mabel, I think Grunkle Stan is supposed to figure that stuff out."

Mabel sat up and stared at Stan expectantly. "Come on Grunkle Stan! I need details!"

Stan shook his head, nose wrinkling like he'd smelled something rotting. "How should I know? Who asks their brother that sort of thing?"

"Precisely." Ford spoke with the same air of professionalism he adopted when explaining his theories, despite the alarming shade of red his face was becoming. "So far it seems that your memories are returning based on external stimuli, whether that be Mabel's scrapbook or our own prompting."

"So, wait, you're saying I won't get all my memories back?"

"No! No that's not what I'm saying," Ford held up his hands. "What I'm saying is we can't expect them all to come back at once. And at the risk of turning the Shack into the set of the Johnny Carson show, we'll keep asking you questions."

Stan frowned. "What if I don't wanna remember my brother smooching some babe?"

Ford turned redder. "You do."

"I do? Geez, I was a perv."

"In the meantime," Ford pressed. "It's important to take note of any stimulus you experience that makes you remember something. Even if it doesn't paint the whole picture for you, we can fill in the blanks. Or prompt you to remember more details."

Dipper grinned. "And then we get to learn more about the secrets you've been hiding, old man."

Stan lifted his hand to give Dipper a well-earned noogie, but paused before he could make contact. "Old man...did you...did you tell me to shut up one time and then punched me?"

Dipper balked. "What? No I - "

"YEAH no WAY that'd be CRAZY!" Mabel interjected a bit too loudly. "Anyway let's get back to that kissing story, huh?"

"Actually Mabel, I don't know if I want to hear about Great Uncle Ford kissing anybody either."

"Oh come on, Dipper. Are you jealous that The Author got someone to kiss him and you didn't?"

"What? No!"

"Some girls like nerds."

"Mabel I don't want to think about anybody in this room kissing anybody."

"You could learn from him Dipper! Figure out how to wield your nerdish charms. Soon you'll be like a kissing machine!"

"MABEL -"

The twins were silenced by a sudden gasp from Stan. His eyes were wide and unfocused, his jaw hanging open as if someone had knocked the wind out of him.

"Holy - " he choked out softly.

"Grunkle Stan?" Dipper sat up fully. "Are you okay?"

Stan didn't acknowledge him, eyes darting around minutely.

"Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked softly. "Did you remember something?" Moisture had begun to gather in the corners of Stan's eyes, one of his hands covering his mouth as he began to shake.

"Great Uncle Ford?" Dipper turned to Ford, worry stitching his brows together. But Ford didn't look worried. If anything, he looked like he wanted to disappear through the floor. His face was an alarming shade of red, nearly identical to his sweater. Stan let out another choked sound.

"Are you..." Mabel trailed off. "Grunkle Stan are you laughing?" He was quaking now, his hand falling from his mouth to reveal a wide, open-mouthed smile. He began slapping the arm rest with his free hand, eyes squeezed shut and tears rolling down his cheeks. Dipper and Mabel shared a look. Sure, they'd seen Stan laugh before, but it was usually a loud guffawing thing. They'd never seen him like this. They shared a tentative smile. Either this was the hardest they'd seen him laugh, or he had really snapped.

Ford seemed to pick up on their worry. "He's fine," Ford offered. "He's just...remembering my first kiss." At Ford's words, Stan let out a loud cackle, burying his face in his hands.

Mabel cocked her head. "But what's so funny about -"

"You children must be exhausted," Ford blurted out, standing abruptly. "Come now, go wash up then head to bed!"

"Oh no you don't!" Stan shouted. He wiped tears from his eyes, still smiling. "You're not getting out of this one, pal!"

"Stanley, this conversation is hardly appropriate for children -"

"You brought it up!"

"And now I'm putting a stop to it."

Stan grabbed his head. "Ooooo ow," he gave an exaggerated groan. "My poor head. The mean man won't let me share my memories so they're all going away!"

"Stanley, please don't joke about that."

"I'm fading away - "

"Stanley."

Stan crossed his arms. "You know, you really know how to take the fun out of amnesia."

"Yeah! Come on Grunkle Ford," Mabel pouted. "You can't just leave us hanging!"

"Yeah!" Dipper joined in. "If it's a funny story I want to hear it."

Ford spluttered, pulling at the sleeves of his sweater and looking around for an exit.

"Come on, Sixer," Stan chimed in. His eyes had gone soft around the edges. "I think the kids deserve a funny story."

After today went unspoken. Ford met Stanley's gaze, already feeling his resolve melting before he even turned to his grand-niece and nephew's inquisitive smiles.

"Alright," Ford conceded. "But to maintain the integrity of the exercise, Stanley will be the one to tell it. Whatever he doesn't remember, I can fill in."

Stan rubbed his hands together. "Oh boy, this'll be good."

"I regret this already."

"It's alright Great Uncle Ford," Dipper patted his shoulder. "We have a whole summer's worth of stuff we get to make fun of Grunkle Stan for. This just gives us stuff to use against you now. Levels the playing field."

Ford frowned. "Is that meant to be comforting?"

Dipper shrugged.

"Alright you two, enough yapping." Stan grinned, leaning forward in his seat and spreading his hands out in front of him. It was the same way he started his campfire tales. Mabel and Dipper met each other's eyes and smiled.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Kiss-Bot..."

[andstuffsketches]

[daftpatience]

youre always cold but damn it if youre not my friend

[sweetpupii]

hello has anyone ever thought about sevika accidentally taking more shimmer than she's used to thinking it'll be nothing but then realizing it was indeed something because she's feral. I'm talking drooling, biting, panting. coming home to fuck reader until the overwhelming feeling is out of her system even if you're full of scratches because her prosthetic arm is sharp and she's too far gone to control her strength. absolutely shameless, moaning into your neck like a bitch????

[aurorawritestoescape]

JOEL’S VISIT | Bad Blood Extra | 3,8k

Summary: Joel pays you a visit and makes your night unforgettable.

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel is in his late 40s), step uncle!Joel is a warning in himself, stepdad Tommy makes an appearance (kinda), fingering, ass play, anal, sex toy, spit as lube, pussy slapping, cum eating, creampie, degradation kink, praise kink, alcohol consumption, swearing.

A/n: written as a naughty bday present for my love @milla-frenchy 🥳 happy birthday, baby!😘🩷 ILY! Hope you’ll enjoy my little gift❤️ and Joel’s huge gift🍆🍑😏

Pics are only for the mood. Reader has no specific physical description. Reader wears a skirt. Dividers by @strangergraphics-archive

Series Masterlist || MASTERLIST || Milla’s MASTERLIST

You step into your favorite bar in your college town and search for him. You notice the familiar broad shoulders far away from the crowd and saunter there, on the way turning heads of the other patrons but you don’t care about them. As if by a magnet you’re being pulled to the man, who’s sipping whiskey in a dark corner booth. Joel Miller.

You hate to admit it but you really missed the fucker. Missed his rough hands, his dirty words, his assholish attitude. No one else can make your blood boil like that but the hate you often feel towards him morphs into passion so fast that you wonder if your relationship is meant to be. As toxic as they are, you've never felt such a strong pull towards anyone. Except your stepdad Tommy of course.

Right now Joel’s in the dog house. You’re still fuming over his intention to fuck someone with the hard on YOU gave him. So you don’t sit next to him and instead settle in front of the man at the booth.

Joel looks up from his drink and a smirk tugs at his lips, shining with drops of whiskey.

“Hey, uncle Joel,” you greet him with a reserved smile. He’s wearing a denim vest with a white tank top underneath and his huge arms make your heart skip a beat. Why does he always look so delicious?

“Hello, angel.”

His eyes slide down to your lips and then cleavage, with your tits almost spilling out of your top by design. He adjusts himself before asking,

“Doncha wanna give your favourite uncle a kiss?”

“Not really,” you reply as your eyes are boring into him.

He huffs a laugh and rubs his scruffy cheek.

“Being a cold bitch doesn’t suit you, baby. I prefer you needy and with my cock between your pretty lips.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, but your mouth waters at his words.

“It’s a health issue, Joel. I don’t wanna catch anything after you fucked every hole in Austin.”

Joel’s brows rise up and he leans forward, planting his elbows on the table. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you ogle his arms and shoulders.

“Oh, little slut’s jealous.”

You cross your arms making your breasts almost jump out of your top and lie,

“No, I‘m not.”

He narrows his eyes at you and takes a sip of his whiskey before talking again.

“Here’s a thing, angel. You can keep Tommy’s balls in a cute box under your bed. I don’t care. But ya definitely not getting mine.”

You scoff and he leans back against the seat.

“So let’s make it clear— I fuck whoever I want whenever I want.”

You clench your jaws as anger and jealousy squeeze your throat.

For some time you two sit in silence, the air between you electrified and heavy.

Finally Joel gets up with a grunt and you look up at him scared that he might leave, abandon you, but to your relief he comes up to your seat and plops down next to you. He turns to you slightly and puts his huge arm on the backrest behind you. He’s so close that it feels like a hug. His scent immediately envelops you and you gush as if on command.

“Look at me,” Joel gruffs but you keep staring ahead of yourself.

“Look. At. Me.”

The steel in his rumbling voice makes you throb and you turn your face to him, hiding your true emotions, your expression angry and cold.

“I’ve had a shitty day, angel. Don’t make it worse.”

He sounds serious and you furrow your brows with worry.

“What happened?”

Joel grabs his drink and finishes it. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand and talks to the empty glass.

”Paid Jess a visit today. Tommy left some stuff at your… her house.”

“Why didn’t he go himself?” you ask, feeling a pang of sadness that Tommy didn’t tell you anything.

Joel laughs.

“I don’t think he wants to meet your dear mother. He fucked her daughter on their marital bed. She ain’t exactly waiting for him there with open arms.”

“And you? I’m sure she wasn’t happy to see you either.”

“I don’t give a fuck. The bitch can curse me out all she wants. Tommy’s just too good of a guy. Feels bad.”

“Whatever,” you grumble.

Your gaze drops and you sit quietly, deep in your thoughts. Does Tommy feel bad about what happened? If so does he regret your relationship? Does he regret you?

“Hey,” Joel calls and you immediately look up at him, noticing a trace of softness in his voice. “Tommy asked me to give you something.”

“What?”

Joel turns to you more, his thigh presses against yours, and he brings his hand to your jaw. He pinches your chin and slowly leans down.

You slightly open your mouth, welcoming him, and he kisses you. In a second he’s licking into your mouth with passion, claiming you in front of everyone, and you melt, tasting whiskey and cigarettes on his hot tongue. He grabs the back of your head and devours your mouth, swallowing your needy whimpers as his other hand settles on your bare thigh, close to your naked pussy under the short skirt. He squeezes your leg and, feeling how much he wants you, you gush more. Your soft moans are drowned in a sea of chatter and music at the bar. It takes just a few seconds of this, of him, to make your pussy uncomfortably wet. Your core is crying for more and you open your legs wider, signaling him to touch you.

Joel’s plush lips part from yours as he mumbles,

“Here’s my needy slut.”

You reply with a flirty smile and press your body closer to his.

“Take me to a motel. Want you to fuck me like one of your cheap hookers.”

You drag your nose up his neck and Joel groans, roughly kneading your thigh.

“My sweet niece needs to get railed, uh? Dontcha have some fuck boy on standby at your dorm?

“I don’t cheat on daddy,” you whisper against his neck.

“Oh?”

”It’s ok if it’s you. It’s different.”

Joel huffs and then his expression gets serious.

”I can’t do motel today, baby. Need to get going.”

“Already?” you whine, pouting your lips.

“Yeah. Have work tomorrow. And if I get you all to myself in a room I won’t be able to stop fucking ya for at least a week.”

You smile and playfully bite the skin of his neck, before purring, “Sounds good.”

Your pussy is tingling for him and you desperately need to alleviate the ache.

“Please, Joel,” you sit straight and plead, batting your lashes at him. “I miss your big cock so much.”

Joel's wolfish grin makes your clit throb with the beat of your heart. Your tactics seem to work because he adjusts his big bulge and groans,

“My truck. Now.”

You can’t get up fast enough and then hurry to the exit, feeling Joel’s eyes on your swaying ass.

The parking lot is dark, illuminated only by one street light, and almost empty except for a few cars. Joel motions to his truck and you shiver when you walk there but not because of the cold. The culprit is an anticipation of his hands on your body, his cock deep inside you.

Before getting in you stop with your back to your step uncle.

”Wanna show you something.”

You bend over slightly and then lift your skirt. He sees your bare ass and you hear a whistle.

“Juicy.” He grabs your asscheeks but you swat his hands away.

“No, Joel. Wait.“

You push your ass out and spread your cheeks so he could see a pink jeweled butt plug, shaped like a heart.

“Fuck, angel, this for me? Been training your ass to take my big dick?

“Yeah. I thought you might miss it.”

You sigh when he presses his whole frame to yours. His big hands start kneading your naked cheeks and he licks the side of your neck and sucks a hickey into your delicate skin.

“Tommy asked me to leave this as a message for everyone.”

“What’s the message?” You breathe out, grinding your butt against Joel’s bulge.

“This pussy‘s taken. You’re ours.”

You moan, reveling in the possessiveness of the brothers and the sensation of Joel’s heavy body, pressing you against the truck, and you’re slowly but surely drenching your inner thighs. Soon the need overtakes any pride you have left.

“Fuck me, Joel. Fuck my ass. Please.”

“Sure, angel,” he growls, taking a step back, and pulls you off the truck. ”Inside. On your back.”

You do as you’re told, drunk with desire and excitement, and lie down on the faux leather seat at the back of the car. Joel settles between your thighs and throws your left ankle on his shoulder, opening you up for him.

“You often fuck here?” you ask, noticing how fast he found a comfortable position.

He replies with a smirk, “No, only on special occasions.”

You shoot him a playful wink.

“Aww. I’m flattered.”

“Ya should be. I’ll probably spend ages cleaning everything off your slick, little slut.”

“Fuck you,” you giggle and spread your thighs wider, as he grabs your hips and lifts them a little.

The hem of your skirt slides to your waist and Joel leers at your exposed pussy. In the almost dark car his eyes are glinting like those of a predator in a night forest. Your breath hitches as you marvel at his handsome features, accentuated by the dim yellow glow from the outside.

Joel seems to be mesmerized by you too.

“Here she is. Wet little pussy.”

He covers your cunt with his big hand and you shiver when his warm palm squeezes your cold folds.

A gasp crawls up your throat as Joel begins playing with your slippery cunt, drawing soft moans from you—he slides his fingers over your lips, massages your mound, lightly grazes your eager clit and when he lowers his hand and brushes the pink heart of your butt plug, you buck your hips, calling for him to take you.

His light ministrations feel so good you might cry but they are not enough to satiate your thirst so you yank the neckline of your top down and start kneading your naked breasts.

“Fuck, angel, never met anyone this horny and cock hungry.”

You don’t reply, fully lost in the sensations, but Joel demands your attention by flicking your clit and you cry out as a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shoots through your body.

“Joelllll,” you whine but then a hazy smile blooms on your face and your step uncle notices it.

“How could I forget that my little niece likes a lil bit of pain with her pleasure? Dirty fucking girl.”

You smirk and Joel continues,

“I see you clenching your holes, baby. That pretty plug of yours nearly jumped out of your asshole. Let’s make it dance.”

Suddenly he slaps your pussy with an open palm and you whine,

“Fuck, Joel.” Your body jerks and all your muscles contract. His hot palm lands on your blooming cunt again and again, the strokes light but precise and sharp. Your soft moans fill the truck, sometimes interrupted by Joel’s encouragement.

“Doing good, angel— ya know ya deserve it—look at ya asshole sucking in the plug— your pussy’s winking at me—can ya come like that, baby?”

Through the lustful fog in your head, you barely register what he wants from you but when you do, your fingers start twitching your nipples, pushing yourself closer to the edge.

Slap—slap—slap, Joel spanks your slicked puffy folds and when his wet hand hits your clit just right, you cry out. Your head dips into the seat, your back arches as you come undone from Joel’s rough caress and he praises,

“Yeah, like that, angel. Good fucking slut.”

It takes you some time to stop trembling and when your limbs and body relax, you find Joel’s obsidian eyes drinking in every sign of your ecstasy.

“That was…Wow. Never came from spanking before.”

“‘s weird considering what a bratty bitch you can be. I’d think every second lover wants to slap your cunt.”

You smirk and flutter your eyes shut, still melting after experiencing such an incredible pleasure.

But they immediately snap open when you feel your butt plug move. You see Joel’s eyes glued to your puckered hole, held open by the jeweled toy.

“Joel?” Your voice is strained by the overwhelming sensation of the plug shifting its position inside you and you lift yourself on your elbows to see what he’s doing.

“I really missed your tight hole, angel. Very. Much.”

Joel empathizes each word by moving the plug in and out of your asshole. It glides smoothly, covered with lube and now your slick. You bite your lip, and whimper at the sight and feeling of your tight hole, stretching around the shiny head of the plug and then clamping around its base.

“Damn,” Joel mumbles to himself, as his fingers leave the plug and he begins unbuckling his belt. “Your asshole‘s drenched by your needy pussy. Might do without lube.”

“Yeah, Joel, fuck me raw. ‘s ok if it burns a little.”

“Shit, angel. Naughty slut. Look what ya doing to me.”

Joel unzips his jeans and tugs them down and your eyes are graced with the sight of his huge hard cock. The tip looks like a fat shiny lollipop and you almost drool seeing it bob over your naked cunt.

“Let’s replace the toy with something better, baby”.

Joel’s hand confidently wraps around the base of his stiff manhood while the other pulls on the plug. Your asshole clenches around it tightly, not letting it go, but Joel slowly slides it out and your ring closes.

Your chest is heaving with a mixture of excitement and nerves as Joel slides his cock between your soaked folds, wetting it, and then nudges your asshole with his leaking tip. He pushes in and you take a deep breath to relax but your hole is too tight.

“C’mon, little slut, relax for me.”

”Yeah,” you nod obediently and lie back down, looking up and trying to relax your muscles.

”‘s like that, open up for me, angel. You’ve taken me before.”

“Yeah, but … when I took your huge dick Tommy was there. He knows how to make me relax.”

You find Joel’s obsidian eyes, and then look down at his lips. The man scoffs.

“I ain’t gonna smooch ya forehead, baby. And ‘good girl’ for sure ain’t about you, little slut. So let’s try something else.”

Suddenly you feel Joel’s cock bump into your hardened clit. You whimper, hazy eyes locked with Joel’s, and he drops his head and starts drawing circles over your sensitive bud with his slippery tip.

“Ya like when I do this?”

”Yeah.”

“Good, breathe, baby. Unclench for me. Uncle wants to ruin your tight ass.”

He’s swirling your clit for some time and when the sensation of him, massaging your pussy, brings you close to the second climax, he slides his cock down to your crack and pushes into your tight ring.

With a gasp you feel your asshole give in as he inserts his mushroom head inside your ass, slowly but assertively. Your nails dig into the faux leather of the seat while Joel groans and closes his eyes and you watch his handsome weathered face twist in pleasure.

“Fuckkk,“ he growls and your heart sings, seeing him enjoy your body that much. Not minding the dull pain and the feeling of fullness, you whisper,

“Deeper, Joel. Want your whole cock in my ass.”

He opens his eyes and smirks at you,

“‘Course, angel. Gonna use you so good, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

His promise should probably make you nervous but lust has completely taken over your body and mind so you bend your legs and press them to your sides, submitting your body to him like an offering.

Joel’s huge hands grab your asscheeks, he spreads them and holds you open before rolling his hips, pushing his cock deeper into you.

He’s grunting and groaning while you’re breathing in and out steadily, opening up for him more and more. Letting him claim the deepest part of you.

Soon Joel bottoms out with a satisfied sigh and stops his movement.

“Look at that, angel. My dick’s fully inside ya ass.” His eyes are focused on the place where he’s sheathed inside you. ”Fuck, I’m so happy Tommy married your mother. It brought me here.”

He chuckles and drops his head back in pleasure and you lift on your elbows to see the way you are joined and watch your asshole flex around the base of his cock.

“Yeah, glad we met, Joel. Now can you please move?” You whine, desperately needing more. Joel doesn’t make you wait- he grabs your hips tighter and slowly pulls his cock out almost to the tip and then slams it back inside as you moan and grab onto the seat.

He starts off slow, rhythmically moving his stiffness inside your ass, then pulls out his glistening shaft half way out of you, spits on it, and plunges back in your canal. You moan as the wetness adds to the pleasure, coursing through your body, and soon your sweet sounds and Joel’s groans fill the inside of the truck.

You whine your step uncle’s name and your hand slithers down to your cunt.

“What is it, little slut? Aw, your needy pussy’s lonely,huh?”Joel mocks, through gritted teeth, and you gloat inside thinking that he must have a real hard time trying not to burst inside you.

But you decide to be a good girl for him so you bite your lip, pull your eyebrows together and nod.

“You’re cute, let’s fill your sloppy hole too then.”

Joel leans down and brings his index and middle fingers to your mouth.

“Make ‘em all nice and wet, angel.”

You smile and take his thick digits between your lips and lick them, glide your tongue over his skin, coating it in your saliva.

When Joel decides it’s enough, he pulls them out and straightens, slowing down his thrusts.

With his cock deep in your ass, he pushes two of his fingers into your crying pussy and you both watch both of your holes being spread wide around Joel.

“Fuck, I’m so full. Your fingers are like another cock inside me.”

“Ya welcome,” he mumbles and starts fucking both of your entrances— your ass with his cock, your pussy with his hand.

If you were enjoying yourself before now you’re in heaven.

“Yes, Joel, don’t stop,” you moan and the man growls in response. His thick and long cock in your ass takes so much room that your pussy channel feels tighter, his fingers stimulate you so much better, that in no time your walls start contracting around his fingers. Squelching sounds of your weeping cunt makes Joel fuck into your holes faster and soon you unravel under his ministrations, crying out his name and arching your back off the seat. You’re trembling all over, cock dumb, pleasure drunk, biting your puffy lips and leaving scratches on the seat.

When you relax and melt under the man, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and slowly thrusting into your ass, lets you clean them up.

”Lick it off, angel, be a good girl.”

You lazily taste yourself and then he covers your body with his, pressing you into the seat, his hips flush with your asscheeks.

“Gonna come soon, baby. Gimme some sugar.”

With that he kisses you passionately and begins hammering into your ass, reaching the deepest spot inside you, feverishly chasing his climax.

Seizing this moment of unity with him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold him tight, while your tongues are moving against each other. You’re gladly letting him take everything from you and soon his muscles tense under your touch and he makes a few hard thrusts and then moans into your mouth and begins spurting ropes of hot cum inside you. He’s filling you up to the brim, his throbbing cock moving in and out of your tight canal, pushing his cum deeper into your stretched ass.

You’re nuzzling his cheek, tasting his skin with your tongue, and the overwhelming feelings in your chest make you forget your complicated relationship with the man stuffing you so well and you purr his name into his ear, softly, gently, pouring so much into these four letters. Joel locks eyes with you, while his cock still twitches inside you from time to time.

His gaze is relaxed, soft and satisfied, rid of the usual sharpness, mockery, guard.

Your throat squeezes and your breath hitches when you realize that you’re staring at someone else, someone deep inside Joel you know and before he disappears, hides behind the wall, you kiss him gently, hug him close, and he gives you all of that back.

A few minutes later Joel’s tucking his cock back into his jeans, groaning about your slick and scratches all over the seat. The asshole is back.

“Maybe ya wanna lick off your mess, angel?”

“Fuck off,” you snap, fixing your clothes, and then get into the front of the truck and carefully sit down on the passenger seat. Your ass is sore and plugged up again with Joel’s cum inside. ”A warm farewell gift for ya,” he laughed.

“Going raw was a mistake,” you complain with a hiss and watch him get behind the wheel with a lit cigarette between his lips.

“Take me to the dorm,” you command and Joel glares at you without moving.

“Please, uncle Joel,” you bat your lashes with exaggeration and he starts the car.

You immediately take out your phone and call Tommy.

“Hey, baby.”

“Daddy! Guess who just fucked my ass!” You chirp with excitement into the speaker.

You hear Tommy chuckling, Joel curses and smiles at you.

“I need the details, baby.”

You give Joel a wink and start talking.

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[kulai]

DAY 24: First Date

check this out on twt ! based on ch16 of "between the shadow and the soul" on ao3. ANOTHERR heavy recommendation!

[boo-gutzz]

I finally finished my Scott and Jimmy refs for my fic!! Yippee

The others I'll draw once they come up,,,

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[autisticalastor]

analog black vinyl spinning

Pairing: Lucifer/Alastor

Rating: G

Tags: Fluff, First Date, Demiromantic Ace Alastor, Lucifer is a nervous wreck fr, Cameos from everyone!

A/N: Finally got out the next piece of my Radioapple series! I have big plans for this now, by the way, with lots more coming! Title for this one comes from Old School Love by Lupe Fiasco!

Lucifer watches patiently as he waits for Alastor to wake up. He’s already been up himself for about an hour now, and he’d be lying if he said the only reason he was even able to get any sleep at all last night wasn’t because Alastor was there, curling up into Lucifer’s wings and playing jazz through the radio, occasionally even indulging him in a bit of pillow talk. Something about falling into what’s become their usual rhythm for ending the day actually had helped him wind down, despite what he knew was coming in the morning.

As he waits for Alastor to wake up, Lucifer finds his mind whirling through a million possibilities for how this conversation could go. What if he gets upset? What if he shuts off completely? What if I’ve been misreading every sign I think I’ve been seeing? What if he goes back to hating me?

The only thing that manages to pull him from his thoughts is Alastor finally waking. The steady ebb and flow of radio static slowly quieting completely, the little ear twitch that shows he’s alert if nothing else does, one glowing red eye just barely cracking open to see if he can get away with pretending to be asleep for a while. He’s adorable.

Lucifer smiles softly. “Good morning.”

Alastor hides his face in Lucifer’s feathers, grumbling a bit. “What time is it?”

“You don’t have to be up yet if you don’t want to.”

“Good.”

“Uh, if you are gonna be awake, though, there’s… something I wanted to talk to you about.”

One of Alastor’s ears flicks, but he doesn’t say anything back. Lucifer rests a hand next to one of Alastor’s. It’s close enough, he’s sure they’d be touching if one of them so much as breathed too sharply, but still not actually touching. Yet.

Lucifer generally tries his best to let Alastor take the lead on things. He doesn’t ever want to push too far and screw everything up, but sometimes all the waiting feels more like hell than, well, actually being in Hell. If things were fully in Alastor’s hands, Lucifer’s pretty sure they wouldn’t even have made it this far. As is, they still hadn’t progressed to dropping the “hands off” rule, but they’d definitely made progress, seeing as Alastor has recently stopped pulling away when Lucifer does try to get a little more in his space.

Even now, Alastor is looking at Lucifer curiously, ears cocked like a somewhat perplexed animal. But he hasn’t pulled his hand away. Progress.

“What is it? You look like you’re going to ask me something I won’t want to answer.”

“Um, well—” Lucifer’s face flushes golden and he looks away, suddenly feeling too much like he put himself on the spot. Somehow, avoiding eye contact still doesn’t stop him stumbling over his words. “I, uh— It’s just that— I think— Well, I think we’ve gotten fairly, um, close over the past few months and, uh, I just— I wanted to see if maybe you’d um—” his voice lowers, as if saying it more quietly will somehow make this less daunting— “wanna go out with me sometime?”

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[ssseriema]

"Have you ever been shot before? Do you know what it feels like, how much it hurts?"

RAAAHHH commission for @irrealisms based on their lifesteal pmmm au and lovely vitalazam fic!!!!

[bratbarzal]

On Your Side (NH13)

Pairing: Nico Hischier & Fem!OC Poppy Jensen

Rating: 18+ MDNI (chapters marked with *)

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Accidental Pregnancy, Fake Dating, Miscommunication, Slow Burn (Kind Of)

General Warnings: Angst, Smut (marked with *), Fluff. (chapters will contain individual warnings)

Summary: Poppy Jensen’s job with the New Jersey Devils was supposed to be her first big step into adulthood - a way to prove to herself and her overbearing parents that she could make her own way in life. She was never supposed to become involved with any of the players. Becoming best friends with their captain was stupid. Getting her heart broken by him was tragic. Getting knocked up with his child was just plain messy.

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four*

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine*

chapter ten

chapter eleven*

chapter twelve

all related asks - all related posts

Bonus:

On My Side* aka Nico comes home to Poppy after scoring his first ever career hat-trick for the Devils, set around 8 weeks after the events of the fic, 6k words

“C’mon, like I need an excuse to hang out with you.” aka a blurb with pre-OYS Nico and Poppy - requested as part of my valentines blurb event

[moonpascaltoo]

joel miller

masterlist • pedro pascal characters • 07/08/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs four

one two three five

𑣲 adoration I @cowboymarcs

𑣲 rough I @/cowboymarcs

jackson had made joel soft, and while you delighted in the domesticity of it all, some small, shameful part of you missed how hard he fucked you when the world was ending.

𑣲 sun bleached flies part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 I @sempersirens

old secrets are brought to the surface when a new arrival in jackson threatens to disturb the peaceful home you have spent seven years perfecting

𑣲 make a move on me I @freelancearsonist

You've been teasing Joel every day since he started remodeling construction on your house. He finally works up the courage to do something about it - but not in the way you expect him to.

𑣲 hard to handle I @punkshort

One year after Joel cheats on you and gets someone else pregnant, you run into him for the first time.

𑣲 the way we were I @/punkshort

You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. When the outbreak happens, you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

𑣲 look what we’ve become I @/punkshort

You are tasked with taking a young girl back to her family while trying to salvage your relationship with Joel after certain events cause the biggest strain either of you have ever had to face.

𑣲 gym!joel blurb I @tightjeansjavi

𑣲 qz! joel hcs I @/tightjeansjavi

𑣲 twisted games I @jobean12-blog

You never win when you play games with Joel but while losing in a game of Twister you get an idea that might just make you a winner...or not.

𑣲 have a little pun I @/jobean12-blog

Joel has more than one reason to smile now. 

𑣲 after the rain I @mrsmando

when life as you know it comes crashing down around your ears, only joel can fix it.

𑣲 moon and stars I @alrightieaphroditie

joel rears his big, brown puppy dog eyes at you while you’re stitching him back together. a promise is made.

𑣲 the shop around the corner I @sawymredfox

Meet cutes only happen in movies, right?

𑣲 is it that sweet I @joelscruff

you probably shouldn't let some random middle aged man on the beach take nude photos of you, right? right?

𑣲 imperfect for you I @/joelscruff

you never thought joel miller would accidentally call you baby.

𑣲 his sweet secret I @ozarkthedog

joel fucks you over the kitchen sink.

𑣲 seven days, six nights I @hellishjoel

You get jumped in the QZ after a deal gone south and hide yourself from Joel to keep him safe. After eventually finding you and learning the truth behind your injuries, he heals you and promises revenge.

𑣲 a future together I @kteague

What if Joel had been in a relationship when the outbreak started? What if they were still together 20 years later?

𑣲 underneath the stars I @leviathanspain

you realize too late that he wasn’t just your best friend.

𑣲 she’s a gun I @cowgurrrl

Somebody didn’t give the new guy a heads up about talking about Joel Miller’s family

𑣲 my girl now I @psychedelic-ink

joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.

𑣲 aquatic rehabilitation I @/psychedelic-ink

Joel has been experiencing knee pain for the past two months. When he finally sees an orthopedist, he learns that he has some minor damage to his meniscus. The doctor prescribes him anti-inflammatory medication and physical therapy, recommending swimming. At the pool, he meets you.

𑣲 perfectly wrong I @/psychedelic-ink

Joel thinks you have the car battery that he so desperately needs and doesn't believe you when you say that you don't.

𑣲 sleeping bag I @quin-ns

you can’t get comfortable in your sleeping bag, so joel invites you into his

𑣲 for you, anything I @mellowsaturns

joel do what he does best, smuggling and taking care of you

𑣲 one bed I @frannyzooey

𑣲 overloaded w/tommy I @katiexpunk

After catching your ex-boyfriend in your bed with another woman, you pack up and leave. With no money and no car, you end up hitchhiking back to Texas. You're lucky enough to catch a ride with a nice Trucker named Joel. Things quickly heat up between you two, and only get hotter when you meet his brother.

𑣲 i can’t sleep I @wingzsz

After settling in at Jackson, Joel broke up with you. You try avoiding him in order to get ahold of your emotions but that all backfires.

𑣲 untitled part 2 I @joelslastofus

Joel is secretly in love with Tommy’s girlfriend and comforts her while his brother is in jail.

𑣲 jealous joel pt 2 I @/joelslastofus

Joel deals with his jealousy as Tommy and you get more serious.

𑣲 forgive me I @mothandpidgeon

When Joel finds himself in possession of some sexy photos, temptation makes him question himself as he's fascinated by a woman he's never met.

𑣲 aunt flo’s I @/mothandpidgeon

After Sarah gets her first period, Joel is determined to be a supportive parent despite the fact that he doesn't know the first thing about menstruation. But when he goes to the pharmacy to shop for supplies, he finds himself in way over his head.

𑣲 picture I @/softlyspector

You really want to take Joel's picture. He can't really figure out why.

𑣲 sea salt I @/softlyspector

You need to escape an unwanted engagement. Joel reluctantly helps you.

𑣲 fake it I @hier--soir

does joel know you well enough to know when you're faking it?

𑣲 back to texas I @/hier--soir

joel goes back to his house in texas

𑣲 refined taste I @josephquinnswhore

joel relishes in the taste of you.

𑣲 give me tonight I @alltheirdamn

joel has to leave

𑣲 didn’t catch my bloody nose w/ tommy I @swiftispunk

the miller brothers are good at sharing their toys, but god forbid the toy should break.

𑣲 letting go I @supernaturalgirl20

you think Joel doesn’t care, the problem is, he cares too much.

𑣲 if you like piña coladas I @gutsby

You secretly make Joel a profile on Hinge. Then he shows you exactly why he doesn’t need one.

𑣲 trial and error I @thetriumphantpanda

Tommy has always been the loyal and doting boyfriend, the literal man of your dreams. Ready to take things to the next step, you soon find that Tommy is unable to have children. A family is all you’ve ever wanted, and neither of you are going to let this get in your way. Enter Joel, dark and mysterious and willing to do anything for his little brother, including fucking his girlfriend to get her pregnant. That’s what brothers are for, right?

𑣲 endure and survive I @morallyinept

𑣲 move I @/morallyinept

A kind, but handsome, neighbour helps you out on moving in day.

𑣲 neighborhood walgreens I @deantfwinchester

A busy, sick Joel gets a little care from the people in his life - including the neighbor and friend he's been crushing on for the past few months.

𑣲 room for three w/ arthur morgan I @morning-star-joy

When Joel and Arthur get caught in a storm and need a place to stay, they weren't expecting to find you—a temptress who offers them shelter in your cabin, and wants nothing more than for the two rugged cowboys to keep you warm.

𑣲 a simple trade I @munsonownsmyass

When Joel spots some coffee, he's willing to trade just about anything to get it.

𑣲 stranded I @joelscurls

your shitty boyfriend dumps you on the side of the road after a fight. joel miller finds you.

𑣲 you gave me something to lose I @stylesispunk

Joel is afraid of losing you.

𑣲 blushing I @talaok

Ellie tries to convince Joel of how obvious it is he likes you.

𑣲 drooling I @/talaok

you find a lake and convince ellie and joel to take a swim, according to ellie, giving joel the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings for you.

𑣲 incentive I @/talaok

Ellie makes you convince Joel to not get back on the road yet, and you find a way to persuade him.

𑣲 not a thing part 2 I @pedrospatch

You and Joel had a private moment while Ellie was asleep. Or so you’d thought she was asleep.

𑣲 pistol I @cosmictheo

during a stormy night at bill and frank's house, joel teaches you how to hold your gun, and this opens up the perfect opportunity for the two of you to finally release all the feelings of longing and lust you've been repressed for each other over the past few weeks.

𑣲 jealously, jealously part 2 I @peterparkersnose

Joel is jealous seeing Y/N with another man across the bar

𑣲 lovers and love I @/peterparkersnose

Y/N tries to hide that she is pregnant and Joel finds out

𑣲 hairspray I @/peterparkersnose

Sarah finds Y/N’s hidden pregnancy tests

𑣲 daisies I @ohraicodoll

Because the women of Jackson have nothing better to do than set their eyes on Joel Miller.

𑣲 heart to heart I @neo-nomatrix

You’ve been traveling with Henry and Sam for over a year now. Once you meet Joel and Ellie your entire world changes.

𑣲 not-so formal introduction I @guess-my-next-obsession

𑣲 slice of paradise I @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Joel dream of having a farmhouse comes true. What makes it even better is that he's not there alone. He has his own little family to enjoy this little slice of paradise with him.

𑣲 butterfly I @/bubbles-for-all-of-us

When Joel thinks that his life is over his little butterfly sends him a new reason to stay alive. The only problem is that he doesn't know how to love but when you are the meaning of love itself how can he not fall.

𑣲 we bleed together I @/bubbles-for-all-of-us

what if the last day of humanity was different? What if instead of loosing Sarah, Joel lost you - the mother of his two children and the person who had built him up to a better man.

𑣲 cold as ice I @/bubbles-for-all-of-us

what happens when Ellie stumbles upon a memorial that turns out to have both your and Joel's kids names on it. When the past pain is brought back to the daylight even the coldest of hearts finally break.

𑣲 my heart is yours I @/bubbles-for-all-of-us

Jackson doesn't seem to kill the fears in Joel's mind, only awaking new kind of doubts. Can you actually be in love with him or is it a hopeless dream that Joel is chasing?

𑣲 don’t let me drown I @alloftheimagines

in which the reader falls into the river of death, and it's joel's job to save you and find shelter. featuring ellie.

𑣲 first kill I @/alloftheimagines

in which the reader is forced to take a life for the first time in order to save the man she loves.

𑣲 lament of my heart I @ay0nha

“Tommy…”  Joel let out a breath of frustrated laughter. He disappointingly shook his head, leaning over you, “That boy doesn’t know what he’s lost.”

𑣲 for her part 2 part 3 I @wardenparker and @absurdthirst

Low on supplies and needing rest, Joel and Ellie stop in a colony he has heard about to restock on their journey west, but Joel finds far more than be bargained for within the city walls.

𑣲 apocalypse I @nikka-v

two guests arrive, she found a herself crushing on the handsome, older man.

[twynte]

Hiii could you put together a fic rec list for scarian superhero au, please? There's so many of them, I would really appreciate it!

heyy of course nonnie this is my fav au for them <3

❥ hero material by Nine_of_Diamonds [T, 7.7k]

He knows Cuteguy can’t really dislike him; if he did, why would he choose to be his sidekick? From what Scar’s seen of him, Cuteguy would be more than capable of striking out as a solo vigilante. Void, he’d probably fare well as a hero if he wanted. Hero recruiters would be fawning over his combat skills and flight—and no, Scar is not fighting back a pang of jealousy over that—but instead, he volunteered to be Scar’s right-hand man.  In which Scar is trying his best to be the vigilante Boatem needs—though he might need to work on his situational awareness while he's at it.

❥ hold on when you get love by inevitable_acceptable [N/A, 8.3k]

The Hermit League faces a new villain equipped with a 'Love Ray,' made to force its victim to fall in love with whoever they next see. Grian is hit with the ray, and the first person he sees is Scar.

❥ rule number one (gotta be the first to run) by Odaigahara [T, 7.7k]

“Scar’s approaching from the left, by the way,” Mumbo said, and Grian’s stomach flipped, crushed-glass nerves cutting into his insides. He’d been used to struggling to avoid Hawkeye, who popped up whenever Grian least wanted to see him and had always been stupidly hard to shake off, worse once they got to know each other’s patterns, but when it came to Scar– well, but of course Scar would be the same way–.

❥ keep your enemies close (wait, not that close) by Nine_of_Diamonds [G, 12k]

“Grian, when people say ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer,’ that isn’t an invitation to move in with the hero trying to arrest you,” Mumbo sighed. “Technically, he moved in with me,” he quipped, trying not to think about the dozens of ways his situation could go south. In which Grian and Scar are roommates secretly playing both sides of the law while unknowingly trying to catch each other, and Mumbo is on the verge of heart failure every time Grian opens his mouth

❥ lodestones by setworldspawn [ongoing, M, 107k+]

Scar saves the city’s most dangerous criminal, makes him his roommate, falls in love with him, and then also saves the world with him. In that order, with various setbacks along the way.

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