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𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈:  Joel Miller x f!Reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4.6K - this was not meant to be this long, oops.

𝒂/𝒏: I'm feral for Joel Miller and I won't apologise for that. This ended up so much softer than I planned but Joel Miller deserves to be loved, goddmit. part two is already in progress ~ no beta, we die like men

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ - smut, post-apocalypse, pre-Ellie, age gap (mid/late 20s!reader x early 40s!Joel), first time, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it kids), Joel Miller has a big dick, risky creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, manhandling, angst, implications of rape (does not involve reader or Joel), soft!Joel, fluff, idiots in love, innocence kink, Joel Miller is down bad. - minors do not interact.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

Joel had found you cowering in the corner of a store in some godforsaken town somewhere in deep Texas, the twitching body of an infected splayed in front of you. He’d eyed you cautiously, keeping his distance, gun pointed directly at you, not afraid to pull the trigger. 

“No, please, no. I’m okay, I’m fine, not bitten. I promise. Please” you were frantic, begging for your life. 

“Just the one?” He’d asked, voice gruff and dark, he exuded danger. 

You nodded “It was out the back, I checked but I didn’t see it, then it just came out of nowhere”

He nods once “You alone?” 

“Yeah, it’s just me” you hadn’t moved from your spot on the floor, hands raised in surrender, shaking in fear.  

“Christ” the man mutters more to himself than to you, giving you the once over he lowers the gun “C’mon, I’m not leaving you here” 

Your time together was meant to be brief, Joel had planned to find you somewhere safe to stay, people you could live your life with, some sense of normality. Life would never be like it was before the outbreak but maybe he could find you a new version of living. 

It took two months to find the first group of settlers but Joel didn’t even let you near them, he’d checked them out alone, swiftly deciding it wasn’t a safe place for you, he didn’t say why. Another six months until the next group, they initially seemed better but the cries echoing outside the commune at night told Joel all he needed to know. 

It’s been exactly 2 years since he found you in that abandoned store, you’d managed to survive for six months, barely, living in a constant state of fight or flight. And then Joel came, Joel who took a chance on you, who shared his supplies and taught you to survive. Joel, who stood watch and let you sleep despite being exhausted himself, who bandaged your wounds, and made his own life harder just to make yours a little bit easier. 

Joel, who would watch the world burn just to make sure you were safe. 

You could still to this day, pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Joel Miller. You watched the world burn. Well not the world, just a decrepit cabin on the side of a road somewhere in Texas. He'd thought it was safe, he’d checked and double checked, the place was free of infected, or so he thought. The thick knit of your scarf was the first thing that saved your life that night, when the infected had come at you from behind, jumping out of the dark and going for your neck.  Joel hadn’t even hesitated, gun drawn and a bullet in its skull before you could even cry out for help. He’d reached for you, entwining his fingers with yours as he dragged you out of the building, kicking the cap off a gas canister as he went and throwing a lighter behind him as the door had shut. He pushed you ahead of him, protecting your body from the flames licking at the dry timber frame behind him.  

You realised you loved him, were in love with him, laying on the dusty ground, with Joel’s imposing body shielded yours. You felt safe, he was firm behind you, chest heaving with laboured breaths, arms wrapped around you, keeping you close, muttering softly into your ear, “it’s okay, it’s okay, I got ya”.

So by the time you came across the third group you’d become quite the survivor. Joel had taught you to defend yourself, how to shoot a gun, how to actually use a knife, the weak spots of a man. You’d wondered why he was teaching you this, why you needed to know how to break the grasp of hands around your throat, how to use his body weight against him. When you’d stumbled across a group of men, animals really, surrounding a woman on her knees, her sobs echoed in your ears and you’d immediately searched for Joel, hands shaking as you grasped at his arms, eyes wide and terrified, you finally understood.

“They… they. Shit Joel, they were…”  He didn’t need you to finish, he knew what they were doing. Within 20 minutes he had you both packed and on the road. 

You felt like you’d been walking for weeks, in reality it had only been three days but you were exhausted. You were heading East, Joel had heard about a group of women that had settled just across the state border. You trudged slowly behind Joel, the unseasonable heat making you sweat, boots kicking up dust with every step, lost in your own thoughts.

“What’s bugging you?” Joel’s voice pulled you from your thoughts

“We should’ve helped her,” you confessed.  It didn’t sit right, that you just left her there for those men to take what they wanted

“There’s nothing we could’ve done, no guarantee she’d be safe in the next place” he’d explained softly 

“Is that why you’ve not left me?” The question slips from your lips before you can stop it.

Joel stops, his eyes meet yours but he doesn’t answer, he can’t, can’t admit that he won’t leave you, can’t admit why he won’t leave you. He can’t admit that he loves you.

Darkness has fallen by the time you reach a safe house, a favour from a friend, he’d said. The house was neat, tidy and clean, if not a bit dusty. Joel clears downstairs first, checks upstairs and calls you up to the bedroom.  A small puff of dust is released from the bed as he drops your bags. One bed. There’s two of you and more than one bedroom, but you know he won’t let you out of his sight. He won’t risk it. 

“Joel?” you croak, voice trembling as you sit on the end of the bed.

“Hmm?” He’s stood by the dresser opposite the bed, removing his jacket and boots. 

“I… there’s something- uhh, shit” you pause, taking a shaky breath “listen, please don’t make a big deal of this but I want you to fuck me” 

“Darlin’, I’m not gonna do that” he responds almost immediately, doesn’t give himself time to even think about it, doesn’t let himself indulge in the possibility. 

Not that he’s not thought about it, God knows he has. He’s wanted you, wanted to feel your lips on his, feel your nails claw at his back as he takes you. But you never gave any indication you wanted it too, so he stayed respectful, well, as respectful as he could. There’d been nights he’d fisted his cock, your name a whisper on his lips as he came into his hand, while your sleeping body lay just inches away.

“Please” you barely whisper, he goes to speak, to reject you again, but you cut him off,  “Joel, please. I don’t- I want it to be you, I don’t want it to be like that” your eyes are pleading, silently begging “please” 

“You’ve not…? There’s not been anyone?” He asks tentatively, hoping he’s misunderstood, that you’re not actually asking that of him, he crosses the room, sitting next to you on the end of the bed. 

“I’ve been kinda busy, what with the end of the world and all that” you try and make a joke but it falls flat, sobering, shining a light on all the ways your life has been taken away from you, all the experiences you’ve missed out on. 

It shouldn’t be him, he knows it shouldn’t, he’s so much older, he’s cruel and ruthless and angry. You deserve something else, soft, gentle, loving. He can’t give you that. 

But if he doesn’t, if he says no and doesn’t do this for you, there’s no guarantee the next guy is going to love you, no guarantee that he won’t hurt you. For Joel, that decides it, he can’t give you what you deserve but he can give you something better than what’s out there. 

Cautious fingers on his leg startle him out of his thoughts, “Just once, just this once” His agreement doesn’t soothe you, it ignites something, butterflies rolling in your belly; you want this. 

You’d seen other men on your travels, the way they treated women, both good and bad. You’d thought, naively, that Joel might be like that too, that Joel might take you to his bed, fuck himself into you then roll over, pretend it never happened. But he never did, always respectful, barely ever touching you unless he had to, you’d shared beds, and bandaged each other up, but he’d never touched, never taken it further. “All right?” He nudges when you don’t respond

You nod tightly and whisper a “thank you”, sitting quietly in awkward silence, you don’t know what to do next, you’ve read books, you knew how to do this before but you didn’t know how to deal with an arrangement like this. 

Joel breaks the silence first “Do you want to… tonight or would you rather w-?”

“Tonight,” your response is a bit quick and Joel huffs an almost laugh “tonight is good”  

You don’t know how to phrase ‘lets just get it over and done with’ when you’re about to fuck someone for the first time. He stands then, grabbing something from his bag then dropping it to the floor. Liquid sloshes as Joel brings the flask to his lips, drawing in three times, brow furrowed. He hands the  flask to you “Drink” and the look in his eyes tells you not to question him. 

You take a sip and nearly retch, the taste burning your throat and nose, eyes watering. You hadn’t liked whiskey much before and while it’s rare to find anything else these days, you still hadn’t got used to the taste. You take another sip, stomaching this one better. You hold the flask back out to Joel and he takes another drag before placing it on the dresser with slightly more force than he meant.

In two steps he’s back across the room, his hands finding your face, calloused fingers dragging along the skin of your jaw, bringing you to meet his lips. The kiss is bruising and feverish, hot lips pressing to yours, he licks into your mouth and you moan, it’s sinful and sweet and Joel wants more. He wants to pull more pretty noises from you, wants to hear you scream his name. His cock responds eagerly, hardening in his jeans, he’s not felt desire like this in years, it’s burning through his blood, overwhelming his senses. 

Joel stands between your legs, tilting your chin up, bringing a knee to rest on the mattress between your thighs. One of his large hands moves to support your neck, the other tracing the line of your throat, gripping gently. The kiss has grown sloppy, Joel is breathing hard, nipping at your lips. His knee between your legs moves to press into your clothed core and despite the layers of fabric you can feel the heat of his thick thigh, your hips roll, chasing more pleasure and a groan escapes your throat unexpectedly. 

Joel’s hand drops from your throat, following the neckline of your shirt, down between your breasts, flicking the buttons open, exposing you to the humid air. He pushes the flannel off your shoulders, taking the straps of your bra with it, reaching behind you to unclasp it, inwardly pleased he managed the first try.   

You slide your hands to his waist, dragging his shirt with you, brushing your fingers across bare skin. Your fingers trace the waistband of his jeans but he reaches for your hands, wrapping a large hand around your wrists he pushes you flat, pinning your arms above your head. The other hand joins his knee between your legs, fingers teasing the seam of your jeans. 

“You asked me to fuck you,” he pulls a nipple into his mouth, teeth nibbling at the sensitive bud “n’ I will” It may have been a while but it’s really just second nature to him and he feels you shiver beneath him “gonna make you feel good darlin’”

“Joel” Your throat is dry and your voice cracks but it’s enough, his hands reach for the button of your jeans, working them down your legs while his mouth assaults your breasts. You can’t focus, it’s too much, his mouth, hands, the feel of his body, large and imposing over yours. He finally gets your jeans off, discarding them to the floor.

You reach for him, finding the buttons of his shirt, tugging gently but making your intentions clear, he allows your trembling fingers to fumble with the buttons for a minute before helping you, making quick work of the buttons, all but ripping the shirt down his arms, throwing it to the floor behind him before positioning himself between your thighs.

Joel’s hand runs up your outer thigh, fingers digging into the flesh of your bum. He trails kisses over your skin, behind your ear, down your jaw, across each of your breasts, fingers playing with the nipple neglected by his mouth. He moves his head down your exposed torso, tongue tasting the salty sweat on your skin you gasp softly as he reaches the waistband of your underwear, black lace, a little luxury that makes you feel pretty and feminine. He nudges the fabric with his nose, breath ghosting over your skin and you shiver, 

“You don’t have to” you whisper into the darkness.

A soft “yeah I do” is mumbled into your skin. He makes quick work of removing your underwear, dragging the lace down your legs and dropping them to the floor in a rather obscene gesture.

His mouth is back on your hips working his way to nuzzle at your folds, leaving open mouthed kisses and grazes of his teeth on your skin. His hands press against the back of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your chest, spreading you wide. Joel’s eyes roll back in his head at the sight of you, pussy glistening in the dim light, the low growl that sounds in his chest shakes the bed and it takes all his restraint to take it slow, make it good for you. 

“This all for me?” He rubs his thumb through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it up to your clit, circling the little bundle. You look down at him between your spread thighs and nod. 

The sound you make when Joel flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your cunt is unholy, and when he flicks his tongue against your clit you can’t help the way a hand reaches for his hair and tugs, nor can you help the sharp cry of his name. 

Languid, is the word you’d use to describe the way Joel works at your cunt. Long, slow, lazy circles around your swollen clit, soft passes over the entrance to your cunt, not giving you more than that for what feels like hours. You catch on, quite quickly, that this is as much for Joel as it is for you, and you think he might be enjoying it the most.  

Joel hums around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, and the arch of your back is violent, a stark contrast to Joel’s gentle movements, biting down on the fleshy part of your thumb to muffle your scream. 

“Don’t do that” a hand reaches up in the dark to pull your fist from your mouth, “wanna hear you” his breath is hot against your core, tongue lapping at you like a man starved. 

You’re hot, skin prickly with a layer of sweat, hips rolling, pushing your soaked pussy into Joel’s face, your clit catching on his nose as he teases your entrance with his tongue. 

“Jo-el” your voice is whiny to your own ears and your face heats at the sound “more, please more” 

Joel lets out a hum at your request, bringing two thick fingers to slide into you and already you feel the intoxicating spark of your orgasm approaching. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and the feeling shoots straight to his cock. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, your grip in his hair painful even to you.  “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, Joel”

You’re so close that when Joel crooks his fingers and continues his assault on your clit, your orgasm tears through you. You stiffen, hissing a “Yesss”through gritted teeth, hands clawing at the sheets and Joel’s hair.

“‘Atta girl” he coos around your clit “tha’s it baby” The sound of Joel’s voice is muffled by the ringing in your ears and when you open your eyes all you can see is stars, flashes of white clouding your vision. 

Sensing his movement, you open your eyes and when they’ve adjusted to the darkness again, you can see the burly outline of Joel kneeling between your legs, his eyes drag down your body, fingers of his left hand gently caressing the bend of your knee. You sit up, reaching for his belt, tugging at the buckle. Joel watches as you pull his belt free, fingers ghosting over his length confined in the denim as you pull down the zip. 

When your fingers dip inside to grasp him he can’t stop the choked “fuck” that escapes his throat. Pulling him free of his boxers, your jaw drops at the size, fuck he’s thick, so thick, and swaying heavily between his legs, dripping with precum. With hesitant fingers you run the pad of your thumb down his slit, smearing the fluid, stopping to rub your thumb on the underside of his head. Joel can’t help the jerky twitch of his hips at the stimulation. You take that as a positive, repeating the action once, twice more, before calloused hands still your movements. You look up to Joel, confusion clear on your face. 

“Won’t last if you keep that up” Joel explains, his voice a whisper, vulnerability evident even in his low tone. 

You release his length from your grasp, bringing your thumb coated in his arousal to your mouth, sucking tentatively. You don’t notice Joel watching you through hooded eyes, but he makes quick work of his jeans and boxers, kicking the offending fabric off as quick as his aching bones will let him.  

Experienced hands lift your legs to hook over his hips as he settles himself between your thighs again. You can feel the thick length of Joel’s cock pressed firmly against you, sliding through the wetness left by his mouth and your orgasm as he ruts against you. It takes the entirety of Joel’s willpower to not fuck into you, coming back to himself, he remembers why he’s doing this. 

“Gotta tell me if y’need to stop” he slurs against your temple and he feels you nod as he presses a soft kiss to your clammy skin. Joel rests the heavy weight of his cock against your entrance, running the head between your folds, bumping your clit and soaking himself with your wetness. He presses himself in to your tight heat and you feel like you’re being split open, wincing at the burn “I know, ‘m sorry darlin’, it won’t hurt for long promise”   

Joel pushes your sweat-damp hair out of your face, big hands cupping your face, open mouth dragging against yours. He tries to distract you with wet kisses to your jaw but when he pushes himself deeper you cry out, hands flying to claw at his hips, stopping him from moving any further. 

“We can stop” Joel mutters into your open mouth but you give a quick shake of your head 

“No. I’m okay, I’ll be okay” The feeling is foreign, neither his fingers or tongue could’ve prepared you for the stretch of his cock, nor the desperate ache that settled deep inside you, the one you know only Joel can satisfy. 

You can feel him throbbing inside you, and it’s taking everything in him to hold still

“Eyes on me darlin’” Joel orders as he pries your hand off his hip, entwines his fingers with yours, and pins your hand to the mattress. Your eyes meet through the darkness and there’s a softness in Joel’s eyes you wish you could bottle and keep.

You tense up in anticipation of Joel’s next movement, squeezing your cunt around Joel’s cock

“Fuckin’ Christ  darlin’, y’gotta relax, just relax” you will your body to relax, to release the squeezing of your core, “that’s it, doin’ so good, you’re doin’ so good. Takin me so well” and yes, you keen at his praise, the throb of arousal in your stretched cunt is heavenly and Joel takes your moment of distraction to sink the rest of his length into you. 

“Fuck” you whimper, the sharp stretch shocks you, eyes widening.

He shudders a breath above you, “‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry”

“So big Joel. ‘T  hurts” you practically sob and the sound breaks his heart in ways he didn’t expect. Joel breaks eye contact first, fixing his eyes on where you’re currently impaled on his cock. He moves to pull out but you tighten your thighs, keeping him still “No, don’t. Don’t wanna stop. Just give me a minute” you close your eyes and breath in deep through your nose, letting a shaky breath out. 

“Touch yourself,” Joel orders, bringing your hand still clutching his to his mouth, wetting your fingers with his tongue before pressing your fingers against your clit “‘t’ll make you feel better” 

You obey, stroking your bundle of nerves, still sensitive from your previous orgasm “that feel good?” He asks as you tighten involuntarily around him. 

“Yes,” you pause for a moment, continuing to stroke at your clit. Warmth blooms under your fingers, arousal spreading through your body, loosening your muscles, the discomfort subsides, leaving behind a different kind of ache “can you move? Please” 

The way you ask him, with your pleases and thank yous, still so polite despite the harsh world you live in, it’s innocent and sweet, and he loves it. It activates something primal in him, some deep desire to protect you, to please you. To pleasure you. 

Joel settles his knees wide on the mattress, pulling his cock from your depths before pushing back in slowly, when you don’t stop him he repeats the action. “shit darlin’, so fuckin’ tight”, and he’s not wrong, the girth of his cock is stretching you in ways you’ve never been before, you can feel every vein, every ridge, every goddamn fucking inch as he works himself in and out of you. It’s steady, controlled, almost gentle, the way he rolls his hips, leaving enough space between you for your fingers to continue working your clit, not that you need the distraction anymore. 

He could cum right there, your aching cunt absolute bliss around him. The whine that leaves your throat is of pleasure not pain and the tightness in his chest borders on uncomfortable. He’s done this before, he’s experienced, he’s had women screaming his name but nothing compares to the breathy sound of his name leaving your lips. You’re so sweet, eyes fluttering, fingers ghosting across the skin of his hips, the softness of his belly, the firm muscles of his chest and his broad shoulders. 

You could pretend, wrapped up in Joel like this, that it’s not the end of the world, that this comfy bed in this nicely decorated house is yours and Joel’s. You pretend, just for a minute, as he’s fucking himself into you, that he’s yours. Your hands reaching to wrap around his back, nails scratching at the muscles working beneath the skin, it’s intimate.

You feel his pace falter, “‘m close darlin’” he mumbles into the thick air above you, “fuck, y’gotta come for me baby, come on” it sounds like he’s begging and you find that you quite like the sound of Joel begging, especially when he’s begging you to cum for him.  

He can see you’re close, legs twitching, breathing heavy, he can feel the tell-tale flutters in your cunt and he knows “what d’ya need?” He pants, chasing your high, no care or regard for his own anymore, he just wants you to get there. 

“Joel, I need mo-” he drives himself into you deeper, tilting his hips to rub his cock against your sweet spot. With fluttering eyes and heaving chest you whine a tight “that’s it” fingers working furiously at your clit, hips rocking down as you meet his thrusts “Joel, yes” you groan, the sound reverberating in your chest. 

He feels your cunt squeeze him “tha’s it, good girl”, he needs to stop or he’ll cum but you don’t care, continuing to rock your hips, thrusting down forcefully against him, cock reaching deeper than you thought possible and you tense, muttering a “fuck” as you cum hard around him. You can’t comprehend that this is what it feels like, the violent quivering of your muscles, tight and squeezing. Fuck, you don’t want to let this feeling go, Joel’s cock buried so deep inside you it hurts, you never want to cum without this ever again. 

Joel gives a few tight thrusts, “Shit, what a sight” He has to pull out, he can’t cum inside you, can’t take the risk but the rhythmic pulsing of your walls is dragging him kicking and screaming to the edge.  You let out a breathy “inside Joel, inside,” the way you say his name sends a shiver down his spine, but the way you moan the softest “please” has him cumming, cock twitching violently, hips rocking, pushing his release deeper. 

His mouth meets yours roughly, ragged groans escaping between harsh kisses as he continues to pump inside you. He can’t remember the last time he came this hard, beyond satisfied and completely drained but he still can’t break his lips from yours. The kiss is soft now, tender and lazy, something close to loving. His sweaty weight above you is grounding, bringing you back to reality. 

Joel groans and drops his forehead to your chest, cock still buried deep you can sense his reluctance to part from you, you tangle your fingers in his hair, allowing him to rest against you. He stays for a minute or two before groaning, aging knees and shoulders protesting as he hovers over you. 

He moves slowly, dragging his softening cock out from your over sensitive heat and you moan low in the back of your throat as he disappears, returning from the en-suite with a damp towel, 

“There’s warm water” he mumbles as he wipes the towel gently between your legs. You hum contentedly, your tired body drowsy and dopamine drunk. You briefly think about the long hot shower you’re going to take in the morning when the bed dips next to you and Joel reaches for you, rolling you into his side, your head on his chest. If you had more energy you’d say something but the gentle caress of Joel’s thumb behind your ear and the slow thump of his heartbeat quickly has your eyes closing and your breath steadying. 

“Was that” Joel pauses, what, good? All right? Just okay? he thinks it’ll kill him if it was bad for you

“Good, it was good” you offer him a soft smile “thank you” 

“Christ darlin’ so fuckin’ polite” he can feel himself stirring again beneath the sheets, and fuck he’s depraved, he’s convinced you could make him cum just by saying please. 

Joel must think you’re asleep and you feel it more than you hear it, his whispered admission of “love you” spoken into your hair as he presses soft kisses to the top of your head. 

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[stone-stars]

sleepsong - callie has nightmares / calder dreams of the helm / sol doesn't let himself sleep (they help each other)

i wrote a fic about duck team helping each other with sleep! don't worry about the wordcount <3

[galadae]

~wip wednesday~

I actually have something today so I'm going to tag other people first! @scionshtola @thevikingwoman @myreia @lilas @narrativefoiltrope and anyone else who has things to share ♥

i decided to go back to my calien fight wip, it's angsty :> this is before cala leaves to do msq things in the ENW patches, but there are no spoilers.

Calantha pulls away. “It's so much, Hien.” She turns, staring out the window. “I know you want to help me, but it won't be enough.” His eyes widen, and he frowns. “Perhaps it is because you have told me so little. How can I help when you won't let me?” He reaches out to touch her arm. His eyes soften again. “Cala. Please.”

She keeps her back to him. “Hien, I- I can't. I can't explain everything I've been through. You wouldn't understand.” “I will try,” he says. Calantha looks down. “And you will fail.” She turns, pain written on her face. “Even if I told you every detail. My mind is a mess of memories and regrets. Many not my own. And the only ones who truly get what I've been through--well they're not in this room, are they? You don't know the half of it, and you never will.” Her eyes stay locked on his. He doesn't say anything. “Understand this. I bear the burden of this star before anything, or anyone, else. Even you. Expect no more of me.” Her words cut into him. Hien feels an ache in his chest, as if she's placed her hands on it and shoved him away. He drops his arms to his side. “What are you saying?”

[acestarion-panic]

Me and my pookie @frankiestein42 have started posting a BloodWeave fic, it’s called Correspondence it’s completely written and updating two chapters every Monday I’d love if you guys checked it out :3

[snowcandyz]

Days With Your Lover: Belphegor

Summary: Spend a day with Belphie! Pairing: Belphegor/MC Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Dating the seven Lords of Hell wasn’t easy; it’s even harder when you add a member of the royal family, his butler, a sorcerer and an angel into the mix. Every day is filled with surprises and joy because you can't really guess your boyfriends’ next moves. And let’s not talk about the jealousy and misunderstandings that come along with it.

The hardest part was to convince them that you love them all equally and wouldn’t want to break their heart. Some find it hard to share—especially Mammon and Leviathan—but some were willing when they heard the idea. Some were reluctant to agree, while some decided it was better to tolerate the other parties.

After all, they’re all close to each other. And to be able to date you? Who wouldn’t want that? The years you shared with each other deepened the bonds between yourselves, and by now, none of them was willing to let you go.

You are a part of them just as much as they are a part of you.

So you’ve developed a schedule where everyone gets to spend the day with you. That way, all your beloved will get their chance to be alone with you. 

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The clock struck midnight, and the Avatar of Sloth dragged his feet to your room. The house was quiet except for several mumblings from his third-oldest brother’s room. The light from his eldest brother’s study also suggested the demon wasn’t asleep yet.

Belphie yawned once again, eyes ready to shut themselves and just let his body fall down to this comfy-looking hallway. 

But no! He couldn’t! It’s his turn today, so by right, he should be there by your side.

No longer bothering to knock, he opened the door and shut it behind himself as softly as possible before walking in the dark to his destination. 

You were sleeping soundly on your bed, with the comfy blanket he bought for you covering your body. The temperature for the night was a bit chilly, so Belphie could imagine how comfortable you were under the blanket.

Smiling to himself, he laid down beside you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

You must have felt the bed dipped beside you because you shifted your position to face him, “–love ‘startin’ the round wit ou, Belphi...” Your words were slurring, a clear indication that you were not fully awake to greet him. Your movements were sloppy and clumsy as you draped the blanket over his figure.

Battling his own drowsiness, Belphie gave you kisses on your eyebrows, instinctively pulling you closer.

His body pillow; his natural body warmer; his love.

“I love you.” 

“Love you too, Belphie.” 

And so he slept without a care in the world, except for the presence of his beloved snuggling up close to him. Even the clanking sounds of kitchen equipment beside your room the following day didn’t bother either of you. 

But time is ticking, and as much as the others want to let Belphie control how long you two spend the time sleeping in, a little bit of sympathy reigned upon them for their dearest baby brother.

“Wake up, sleepyheads! It’s 12! Aren’t ya supposed to be somewhere later?” Mammon harshly tugged off the blanket covering your and Belphie’s body.

“Screw off!” Belphie whined before pulling you closer by the waist, hoping you could warm him.

“And what? Ya planned to spend the day in MC’s room till nighttime?”

Upon hearing Mammon’s comment, Belphie shot up from the bed, wide awake. 

“I almost forgot about that.” He slipped off your bed and told you to shower and get ready.

His sudden shift in actions made you giggle as you stretched your body and greeted Mammon good morning—or good afternoon, to be exact. 

Mammon reciprocated the greeting before planting a kiss on the crown of your head, “Breakfast is on the table. Be quick before Beel notices.” 

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Knowing Belphie, he won’t go too far from the House of Lamentation for your date, right? 

Wrong!

For the first time ever, Belphie invited you to a camp date near the deep forest behind R.A.D. 

“Don’t worry, Lucifer and Diavolo know where we are. I told them about this place. And we’ve checked the surroundings before Lucifer allowed me to take you here,” he explained, a smile still plastered on his face at the fact that he got to spend the whole day with you without any of your other lovers around.

At his words, you laughed, “Alright, I trust you, Belphie.”

Belphie had chosen a lowland area near a stream or river for you two to set up the tent. Around two metres from the camping site were the famous fields of glowing spider flowers. The glow from the flowers lit up the whole field, and became the source of light to see under the dark sky of Devildom. The scene was breathtaking and it’s very Devilgram-worthy.

After successfully setting up the tent together, Belphie began laying down a large mat for you two to sit on. He then looked back to see his lover taking several photos of the glowing spider flowers. 

“Do you like my surprise?”

“Very.” The sight of you beaming never failed to bring his heart into a skip.

“If you’re done taking photos, come lay down with me.”

After a few minutes, you joined him. Laying your head on his arm, Belphie brought you closer to him before giving you a quick kiss on your cheeks. 

“Did you know Devildom has its own constellations?” 

“Yes, but tell me more,” you said, snuggling up close before extending your hand to play with his hair. You massaged his scalp gently, an action you knew he loved dearly.

“Devildom’s stars weren't like the stars from the Human World. It’s there because of Lord Diavolo’s magic. He was intrigued by the stars from the Human World, so he planned to create a sky like those. You can probably guess this though, but he gave each of us brothers the privilege to have our own stars,” Belphie then pointed to the far right above the sky, “That one’s Lucifer’s. And beside him are Asmo’s.”

Belphie faced you once again with a smile before continuing, “Mine is right there, beside Beel’s. And in the middle are Mammon’s, Levi’s and Satan’s. So if we put all the stars together, it creates a constellation.”

The connected stars gave out the shape of some sort of wings.

Wings to remember that they are fallen angels.

Wings to remember that they have one another as a family.

And wings to remember that they’ll protect the star who’s aligned directly in the middle of the wing shape.

“So whose star is that in the middle, Belphie?”

“Guess.”

“Diavolo?”

Belphie chuckled instantly, “It’s you, MC.”

His statement must have surprised you, so he continued, “You see those four stars around the corner of your star? Those are Diavolo’s, Barbatos’s, Simeon’s and Solomon’s. It portrayed them as your guardians.”

“That’s… I–” tears starting forming in your eyes, “I never knew you guys loved me this much. Thank you… really…”

Belphie brought his hand closer to your cheeks to wipe those tears away. He then leaned in and gave you a kiss, wanting to hold you close. The one lying beside him held his heart dear and at the sight of you crying—even though it’s tears of joy—made him frown slightly. 

You; the human who set him free from the attic.

You; the human whom he had let anger consume his rationality.

You; the human he once killed.

You; who was kind enough to forgive him for his action.

You; who found a place in your heart to love him like he loves you.

You; the one he can’t live without.

And now he finally understood why Lilith did what she did. 

Because love is beautiful and fragile. He can never guess when it’ll end; but for sure, he will fight the hardest to get his love back.

���My star, thank you for loving me.” Belphie wasn’t one to share his emotions with anyone. In fact, you’ve never once seen him cry before. So, this sight in front of you shocked you to the core.

“Belphie–”

“Shush, it’s okay, just listen,” Belphie grabbed your hand and pulled it closer to his chest, “I know I’ve done many unforgivable things to you in the past. You were only trying to help, yet I did the worst thing to you. I’m really sorry… My actions may have questioned you further because I was quick to accept you when Diavolo told us you’re Lilith’s descendant. To be truthful, I did calm down after listening to his explanation, but not because I saw you as Lilith; no. It’s because I realised my sister lived a happy life with her love. And for once, I want to see her point of view, too.”

Belphie then took your hand from his chest to his lips, kissing it softly before continuing, “I didn’t expect to fall in love with you because… well… I did that to you… But this feeling can’t be contained anymore. And I’m starting to think you’re the crazy one for accepting me.” This earned a laugh from you.

“But in all honesty, I really am grateful to meet you, fall in love with you, and have you by my side like this.” 

Belphie took something out of his pocket, revealing a shiny silver necklace with a star pendant. He then unchained the necklace, wrapped it around your neck and chained it back, causing the charm to dangle freely above your chest. 

“My Star.”

He earned a warm hug from you and a thank you while you were sobbing on his chest. His grip on you tightened, never wanting to let you go too. 

Under the starry sky of Devildom, Belphie professed his love time and time again to the human who stole his heart.

A/N: 🍊- Me and Meowz actually wrote this and wanted to make this project as our first collaboration when we first became friends on 2021. But it's harder than we thought because we had to write 13 chapters of different characters and capturing their personality is so hard. So, to not make it as waste, I'll be uploading the chapters that 'survived', and maybe, if we have enough motivation and inspiration one day, we will finish this series. Sorry for that.

Thank you for reading! Feedbacks are highly appreciated ✨

| Masterlist |

[starions]

be i the sun.

pairing: astarion x fem!named!tav

angst, fluff

word count: 587

synopsis: as the sun shines down, two lovers find respite in the darkness.

-

There was a stillness surrounding them that drifted upward like the ash in the air. Baldur’s Gate laid in ruins around them; what remained of a beachside shack provided them respite from the agonizing last few hours. From here, Anya could see a glimpse of the orange sun making dark pools of blood shine brightly on the white sand beach. How she longed to be that sun, unaware of the nightmares that plagued this mortal plane. The sun would never change; the sun just was. Would she be the sun, things would be different, surely.

She pulled her lover closer to her, nuzzling her nose into his hair as he silently wept into her chest. They should be celebrating, should they not? They destroyed the Netherbrain, the tadpoles were gone; this was a time to look eagerly into the future, instead of worrying that it would slip through her fingers if she didn’t think quickly enough. Her eyes narrowed at the peachy sky, silently wishing that her glare alone would have the sun set faster. Another hour, surely, and her love would be free of harm. His skin would not char and flake and turn to smoke like the buildings around them. He would be able to walk freely without the day’s light becoming his death wish.

He did not deserve this, not after everything he had been through, the trials he’d faced. The sun should be so lucky to shine her light upon him. Her eyes fixed on the star in her arms, who was now quiet as she rocked him gently.

“Astarion,” she said, quietly, as if it were just them two left in the world.

He said nothing, though he shifted slightly in her arms.

“You know you are oh so precious to me, don’t you?”

He nodded against her chest.

She pushed at his shoulders slightly, enough for him to pull away. Cupping his face in her hands, Anya’s face twisted into sorrow as she took in the state of him. Blood, dirt, and tears trekked down his beautiful face, and his eyes were tinged red and swollen. She hated seeing him like this, and she despised the thing that made him feel this way in the first place. “I mean it,” she said. “You are the most precious thing in my life; the only thing I care about. Do you understand?”

Another nod, though the sadness that glazed his eyes slowly turned to gratitude.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” he said, voice hoarse.

“Good,” she said, placing a kiss on his pouty lips. “Because this,” she motioned around them as she pulled away, “this does not change a thing. I will still follow you to the ends of this world. You will not go through this alone—Gods be damned—I will not let you be alone ever again. I love you too much for that to happen.” Tears welled in his eyes again, and he let out a sharp sob. Anya gathered him in her arms again, kissing his white curls that were tinged with blood. “Sal Thor va, va will sehan aul Tel' Crith. Sal Thor.”

He shook in her arms silently, clinging onto her as if she might slip through his fingers like sand. She kissed his temple, eyes falling back to the blushing sky.

Be she the sun, she would not dare hurt him.

“Sal Thor va, va will sehan aul Tel' Crith. Sal Thor.” (Elvish) = I promise you, you will walk in the sun. I promise.

[brunette-scribbles]

Hunting dog

By: Brunette-scribbles (Han)

Tw: starvation, animal abuse, death

He’s constantly at his master’s side.

Obedient.

Perfect.

Rage fills them both,

Though one’s is second hand.

She’s always angry

Angry

Angry

Angry.

He doesn’t know why.

But he thinks someone

May have hurt her.

So he protects with his life.

When she attacks so does he.

She feeds him for his service.

He likes that,

But even so, he’s still hungry,

So politely he asks for more,

Only to receive a nasty punishment.

He doesn’t ask again.

His hunger only grows

But he doesn’t ask.

He just kills threat after threat,

Protecting her as fiercely as he can.

He doesn’t ask.

Not till all he can hear is

The rumbling of his stomach.

Not till all he can feel is

The pain of hunger.

Not till all he can smell is

Food waiting to be eaten.

Not till all he can see is

Prey waiting to be killed.

So he hunts,

It’s what he was made for after all.

He hunts and he feasts till he’s full.

He goes to sleep happy.

He wakes up happy.

He smiles

and begins

to search for her.

She’s nowhere to be found.

He can smell her

right under his nose.

But,

She’s nowhere to be found.

He never sees her again.

He never knows where she went.

But at least he isn’t hungry.

[giddyfatherchris]

📝 skz reaction - you fall asleep on their laps

pairing. ot8!skz x gn!reader (individually)

type. fluff fluff fluffff

warnings. gender neutral reader, curse words (thats how i show my enthusiasm okay)

a/n. as someone who falls asleep anywhere and loves to sleep with people around me, i need to have a nap on each of them thank you.

a/n 2. yes the members order is reversed… thats just how inspiration struck and i couldn’t be bothered to change it SUE ME🫥

(pictures are not mine. credit to the owner!)

(divider credit!)

jeongin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would maybe be a lil annoyed at first thinking you're not moving because you want to annoy him. until he realizes that no no you're just extenuated and literally fell asleep on him which would suprise him sooo much. poor baby wouldn't know what to do with himself. he probably woudn't dare to move and would be tensed as all hell. although, slowly, he'd relax and grow into it. once he gets over his fear of waking you up he'd be so so smitten with you, cooing at how adorable you are, to the point where that actually woke you up

seungmin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would def be annoyed, going as far as trying to make you move away or scold you to go to bed. it's not that he doesn't like it, but he's uncomfortable and can’t understand why you’d want to cuddle him. once he asked why you didn't sleep somewhere else and you explained there was something about him that made you feel safe and at peace, that annoyance and awkwardness *poof* disappeared. he would let you sleep with your head comfortably laying on his lap while he practices a few songs and hums you to sleep aka best thing EVER. once you're fast asleep he would ask for someone to bring you a blanket and proceed to give a death stare to anyone who might make too much noise (euhm euhm binnie).

felix ⊹ ࣪ ˖ when you pouted and asked him to sleep on his lap he didn't even think before answering yes. being very comfortable with physical touch, our lil aussie boy would not mind at all. except he would not be prepared for how ADORABLE you look when you sleep. he would definitely take a thousand pictures of you (which he keeps in a special album in his phone). he would love to play in your hair or lightly massage your shoulders. and after that first time, whenever he sees you yawn a little too much he'd motion for you to lay on his lap. he is not ashamed to say one of his favorite thing to do is gaming while you're dozing off on his lap.

han ⊹ ࣪ ˖ first time it happened he was soooo scared to wake you up and wouldn't move at all. but that stopped very quick lmao, he would love when you fall asleep on him, even though he's not the best for it because he keeps moving and wiggling around. loves loves loves skinship, so he would constantly play with your hair, your clothes or poke your cheeks while you're trying to fall asleep. the only way to make this really work for both of you would be for him to watch his favorites animes while you're sleeping with your head on his shoulder.

hyunjin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he says he's not a fan of physical touch, but that does not apply to the ppl he's close with. including you. when you fall alseep on his lap he's an absolute cuddle master. he would put his sweater on you when you shiver and coo whenever you make a little grumbling noise. he'd love to draw little sketches of you while you're asleep or take pictures, which most likely wake you up and make you move away and makes him whine like a baby. he's honestly kind of annoying to fall asleep on, but whenever you'd move away he would for sure bring you back on his lap with a promise to stop bothering you this time.

changbin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ despite the fact that he has the attention span of a squirrel and that he's one loud motherfucker, whenever you fall alseep on his lap he turns into a statue. this man will not move or say a thing. he'd love how innocent and relaxed you look when you're sleeping and would be ready to annihilate anyone who may interupt that. the boys would definitely try to taunt him with food to get him to move but he'd categorically refuse to bother your peaceful naps. when they inevitably bring that fact to your attention he'd become all shy and he mumble about how it's not his fault you look so precious when you sleep.

minho ⊹ ࣪ ˖ mister minho would act annoyed for half a second before he pulls you closer and play mindlessly with strands of your hair. there is legit no space between the two of you and that's how he likes it okay >:( he would give dirty looks to the boys whenever they tried taunting him about how soft he is with you. most of the time he falls alseep too, his hands resting on your hips while the boys take pictures of the pair of you. when they show them to you guys afterwards he says nothing but has a small shy smile and you can bet your ass he will have one of those pictures as his background.

bangchan ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would fucking love when you fall asleep on his lap. it's no secret channie is one caring little fucker and he loves to care for/protect the people he loves. the first time you would settle your head on his lap to relax he'd try to play it cool as if it was no big deal, but when he'd realize you actually fell asleep his heart would be seconds away from fricking exploding. you'd look so cute and cozy and keep wiggling to be closer to him. it would definitly make his lil soft heart flutter and he would make funny faces, incapable of containing the effect you have on him (which the boys love to make fun of him for). after the first time, he'd declare himself your official nap spot and it would not be negotiable or else he’d pout and whine until you finally come to him.

[stay-close]

People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they’re not.

Jenny Han, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

[slow-motionlovepotion]

𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊���𝒍𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈:  boston era! joel miller x f!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.6k

𝒂/𝒏: i woke up at 5am this morning and smashed this out rather than working on any of my other numerous wips ~ no beta (or edit), we die like men - minors do not interact.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ ~ sex work, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), slightly coercive behaviour, dirty talk (joel miller has a filthy mouth), creampie, mentions of drug dealing & murder (joel is a drug dealing murderer but that's canon so it shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone), possessive!joel, kinda mean joel, joel is a tease, degrading language (whore, multiple times), idk i think that's everything

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: pleasure has a price and Joel is willing to pay whatever it takes to have you

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ⇢

Joel often heard talk from the other smugglers, of pretty girls that’d sink to their knees for a few ration cards or a couple of pills. He pretends not to, but he listens, acting like he couldn’t care less about their sordid activities. 

“What about you Miller? You don’t fancy a visit to one of our girls?” Some ratty 20-something asks one day. Joel just rolled his eyes.

“You really think I’d pay for some whore you’ve all had your dicks in?” His disgust is false, an act. In truth, he’s no better than them, couldn’t care less how many guys a woman has fucked before him. 

Besides he’s got Tess. 

Except now he doesn’t. Doesn’t have a warm body to sink into, to fuck his stress out on. She’d cut him off, rightfully so, when she implied she wanted more and he continued to offer her exactly the same. 

So when a comment is made in passing one night: “You hear Danny’s girls got into the whoring business?” His ears perk up. 

He knows Danny, knew Danny, before Danny was resting not entirely in peace. If you were to ever leave the QZ and see a guy who looks an awful lot like Danny but, say, had mushrooms for eyes, no you didn’t. 

Tess had been the one to deliver the bad news to you while Joel had stood uncomfortably in the hallway, listening to your broken sobs through the door. 

Maybe that’s why Joel finds himself knocking at your door, long after curfew, just returned from a run where he’d listened to those arseholes describe in great detail how they’d be paying you a visit, all while Joel kept his back to them, hiding the hardness in his jeans as he’d pictured what he’d do to you himself. He really was no better than them. 

“Joel Miller. To what do I owe this pleasure?” You smile but it’s tight and it doesn’t reach your eyes 

“Can I come in?” He asks like this is normal behaviour but that’s the Joel you know, always direct and to the point no matter how rude it comes across. Gritting your teeth you step back, allowing him into your apartment. 

“Nice place” he surveys your home, bathed in a soft pinkish light from the lamp next to your bed, a book discarded on the messy sheets. 

“What do you want Joel?” You try phrasing your question differently to get him to get to the point. You’re tired, it’s been a long day and Joel is not easy company. 

“I heard you’ve become a bit of an entrepreneur, started your own business” He raises a questioning eyebrow at you and you want to slink back to the shadows at his confrontation but you don’t, you stand firm, refusing to buckle under his stare. 

You’d expected word to travel faster, you’d started working about a month after Danny’s untimely demise, all of a sudden fending for yourself, no longer benefiting from the additional earnings afforded the smugglers. You’d tried to keep away from that business, only taking clients that you knew had no connection with the likes of Danny’s friends and Joel Miller but maybe you hadn’t been as careful as you’d thought. 

“Do you have a problem with that?” You challenge. It’s awfully rich of him, coming into your home and giving you his opinion on your job, like his line of work is any better. He’s nothing but a glorified drug dealer and a murderer. 

“Of course not. Why’d you think I’m here?" His tone is serious, this is not a social call, it’s business, your business. 

“I thought you were with Tess?” You ask, more so to give yourself time to actually take in what he’s saying, not because you have any issues providing your services to men of an entangled nature. 

“I thought you weren’t supposed to ask questions” he shoots back

“I don’t, usually. Just looking out for myself, last thing I want is Tess comin’ around here thinking I fucked her man” 

Joel sighs, he’s not her man. Though he’s not surprised you would think that, people thought that before they started fucking and apparently still think that even after they’ve stopped. 

“You ain’t gotta worry about that darlin’” 

“Payment upfront” you concede and Joel nods, pulling a stack of ration cards out of his pocket. 

“What’ll this get me?” He places his payment on your kitchen table and you eye the stack, easily enough ration cards to keep you living comfortably for months. 

“Whatever you want” you say, you’ve done this for much less. But had you not been enticed by the thick wad of cards, you might’ve reconsidered that offer considering everything you know about Joel.

He thinks it over, dropping heavily into the corner of your sofa, one foot on the floor, the other muddying the already stained fabric. 

“C'mere” he commands and when you’re close enough he points to the other end of the sofa “Facin’ me” 

You sit, bringing your knees up to your chest, your t-shirt does nothing to cover your modesty but your shins are blocking the view Joel really wants. 

“Spread those legs darlin’, show me what I’m payin for” he tilts his head expectantly. 

You spread your knees, keeping one leg bent and dropping the other to the floor, your new position almost a mirror of Joel’s. You know he wants more, reaching down you pull the scrap of lace to the side, exposing yourself to his gaze. 

He lets out a groan at the sight of you, cunt glistening despite the fact he’s not even touched you yet. 

“Pretty girl” he breathes. His eyes flick to his offering on the table “Whatever I want?” He confirms and you nod “Ah-ah, words darlin’. I wanna hear you” 

“Yes Joel, whatever you want” his hand flexes on his thigh and you can see the growing hardness in his jeans. 

“Take it off” his command gives you some idea of how this is going to go, he’s going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to do it. 

Your hands find the waistband of your underwear and you lift your hips, slipping them down your legs and when you reach your ankles Joel holds his hand out, smirking when you drop the fabric into his waiting hand. 

“And the rest darlin’” You pull your t-shirt over your head, revealing yourself to be bare underneath. The t-shirt drops to the floor with a quiet thud as you lean back, returning to your position, legs spread and on show for him.

Your fingers automatically slide between your legs, spreading your wetness up to your clit, circling the bundle gently. Joel doesn’t take his eyes off you, hands quickly working at his belt and jeans, freeing his length with a relieved sigh. 

Thick fingers wrap around his even thicker cock and it’s like your own personal fantasy, Joel Miller thrusting into his fist, just for you.

You increase the pressure on your clit but keep your pace slow, teasing. It’s a dangerous game to play, acting without instruction but while Joel is watching you with heavy eyes and he’s not telling you to stop, you continue, dipping your fingers into your cunt, bringing them up to show him the wetness coating your fingers. 

He doesn’t stop you when you return your fingers to your clit, doesn’t stop you when you pick up the pace or when your breathing starts getting harder. 

In fact he puts on his own show, spitting into his palm and picking up his own pace, twisting his hand over the head, his free hand tracing abstract patterns over his thigh. 

You could get off like this, you’re going to get off like this, legs tensing and core tightening. A gasp gets caught in your throat as your orgasm builds, almost there, and then it’s gone. 

A growl rumbles in Joel’s chest when his hand grabs your ankle and you’re pulled flat on your back. He’s hovering over you, hand pinning both of yours above your head, your thighs hooked over his. 

“Not gonna come on your fingers” he pants by way of explanation, pushing the tip of his cock between your soaked folds, catching your clit and nudging at the entrance to your cunt. “Gonna come on my cock” 

Joel buries himself to the hilt inside you with a sharp thrust, the stretch is so satisfying it sends a shudder up your spine that has your back arching and your hips tilting down into his, desperate to feel the ache that comes with being too full.

“Look at that, got my entire cock buried in you and you still want more” Joel taunts you, his arm slipping under the arch in your back as he withdraws and pushes back in again. 

“Joel” you gasp as he fucks into you, pulling you down to meet his thrusts. His pace is unrelenting, thick cock dragging against your walls, the slight curve catching just right on that spot inside you that makes your thighs shake and your head go foggy. 

“Say it again darlin’” it comes out as a snarl but there’s a hint of a plea in there. 

“Fuck Joel, oh yes just like that” you push yourself further into him, his arm tightening to keep you there. 

Your shoulders burn and your fingers are going numb with the restricting grip of Joel’s hand around your wrists. It’s intimate, too intimate, Joel’s breath hot on your face and his entire body flush against yours. Joel must think so too because he pulls out, hand around your waist flipping you over so your face is pushed into the cushions and your hips are raised. Before you can even catch your breath he’s forcing himself back into you.

“Fuck, so tight. Especially for a whore” you don’t expect your cunt to clench at that and Joel definitely doesn’t expect it either. He lets out a shocked laugh “You like that? Being called a whore?” He pulls out and slides back in, the action and his question pulling a sinful moan from you. 

His pace from this angle isn’t so unrelenting but it’s harder and deeper, his hips and thighs flush against yours as he bottoms out, pulling out so you can just feel him resting at your entrance, so you feel the stretch of every thrust, over and over and over again. 

“Such a whore, letting anyone fuck this cunt for a couple ration cards” his hand grabs your hair, tugging so your back is pressed to his chest and his arm wraps around your waist, thumb flicking over your sensitive nipple. The hand in your hair pulls, turning you to face towards the table and his payment “My whore now. Those cards should be plenty enough that you don’t need to do this with anyone else” 

Like this, his cock nudges that spot inside you again and this time you cry out, ragged moans falling from your lips with every snap of his hips. And his words, god his words, wash over you like a too hot shower burning your skin. 

“All mine, just for me. Not gonna let anyone else touch you” You don’t realise that’s a question until you feel a sharp smack to your rear. “Tell me you’re not gonna let anyone else touch you”

“Not gonna” you shake your head as you speak “only you” 

“Tha’s my girl” he murmurs and oh you like that, the idea of being Joel’s girl, being the one he spends his nights buried inside. 

“Yes, your girl, just for you” His mouth is on your neck and he bites down as you speak, sucking bruises onto your skin. 

If it was anyone else you’d tell them to stop, no one wants a whore marked by another man but he owns you now so you let him. Hand reaching up to grab his hair, keeping his mouth on you, giving him permission. 

His free hand works its way between your legs, flicking your clit with practised fingers and you’re suddenly right on the edge, release within reach, you just need a little bit more. As if Joel can sense exactly what you need his mouth breaks from your neck and his lips find your ear 

“Is my whore gonna come for me?” He teases, pulling a frantic litany of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ from you. “C’mon then” 

The waves that had been steadily building crash over you, shaking violently as your cunt tightens and flutters around his cock, pulling him in deeper. Light bursts behind your eyes and your hands claw at his arm keeping you upright, nails biting into his skin. You don’t hear the scream you let out but you feel it burning in your chest and your throat. Your ears are ringing, muffling the sound of Joel talking you through it. 

When you finally return to yourself Joel is still thrusting into you, your head resting heavily on his shoulder behind you.

“Gonna come in this cunt, fill you up” that snaps you back to reality 

“No. Joel you can’t- can’t do that” you panic slightly, wanting to push him away but he’s too strong, grip too tight.

And really, if you’re being entirely honest, you don’t actually want to push him away, you want to take what he gives you but it’s unrealistic and you can’t let yourself want that. 

“Yeah I can, you’re mine now. Or have you forgotten already?” You shake your head, no you haven’t forgotten but no he still can’t come inside you “don’t worry’ll get you the mornin’ after pill” 

His words are slurred and his thrusts are losing rhythm and you realise he’s holding back, waiting for you to say yes. His arm around you squeezes in warning and you can feel him tense behind you. This is it, the ultimate trust exercise and it’s now or never. Your hand entangles with his around your waist and you nod. 

“Fuck, yeah. Want it, wanna feel you fill me” His fingers tighten under yours and he picks up speed, fucking into you sloppily and panting against your temple. 

With a final thrust and a groan you can feel in your own chest Joel spills into you, holding himself so deep it’s painful, ‘Property of Joel Miller’ branded on your walls with every drop of his release. 

“So good, so fuckin’ good f’me” he breathes hot into your ear, hips twitching as he comes down from his high. He doesn’t let you go straight away, naked frame held tight against his fully clothed one. You untangle your hand from his when your legs start to ache, knees protesting as they dig into the well worn sofa, slumping forward when Joel finally releases you. 

Your body is exhausted, eyes heavy and stinging with the effort of keeping them open. Joel’s up and redressed before you even think about reaching for your t-shirt, uncaring as you lay naked on your sofa, marked body on display for him. 

Joel’s calloused fingers trace the blossoming bruises that litter your neck and shoulders, his touch surprisingly tender. His hands find yours and help you up so you’re sitting, holding your t-shirt out to slip into, the marks on your neck are visible above the neckline of your shirt and a dark sense of pride washes over him.

“I meant what I said, enough cards there to keep you comfortable for a while, don’t wanna hear you’ve been whoring yourself out again” His confession takes you by surprise, you honestly hadn’t thought he meant it, men say all sorts of things in the throes of passion, you’d know.

The realisation sends a shiver down your spine, you’re his girl now and you don't mind that one bit, the kept woman of Joel Miller.

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[stone-stars]

your dreams are incredibly loud tonight - sol and calder, wandering between each other's dreams

so @sideblogdotjpeg came up with a really cool au in which sol wanders into calder's dreams after they get him back from the helm (and later calder wanders into sol's, too). and i liked it a lot and so i wrote a fic for it!! it's a really good au guys (he also did some incredible art based on it. and by it i mean my fic(?!), which is here!!)

[galadae]

divide - for the single-word fic prompt!

hi sea! thanks so much for the prompt!

i'm sorry it took 8 months 😅

icing heals all wounds | rating: T characters: thancred waters, minfilia warde, calantha lenn | words: 1k summary: thancred wants to sulk in peace, but minfilia and calantha have other plans. notes: occurs about a week after the end of ARR. ao3 link

Two sets of footsteps approach, scuffing against the floor. Thancred wills them away. Perhaps they'll pass him by, as many others have today. 

A soft rustle and a giggle assault his ears as they come closer. It seems his will isn't strong enough. He grits his teeth and cracks one eye open to see Calantha placing a delicate tray with the utmost care in the center of the table. Satisfied, she steps back, an expectant grin on her face. She brushes her palms against an apron covered in smudges of white powder.

“It looks lovely! How shall we cut it?” Minfilia's voice cuts through the quiet like a chime. She sets down a stack of small plates and rubs her hands together, gazing at the cake topped with brilliant piped florals and pink sugar. “An even division of three? Or perhaps some smaller pieces to start?” 

Thancred lifts his head from its place on his forearms. The last remnants of his hangover have lingered far too long. This doesn’t seem likely to help. He scowls. What are they both doing here? 

“Would you prefer more icing, or less?” Minfilia glances at him, a smile growing on her lips.

Thancred raises an eyebrow. He'd chosen this corner in the Rising Stones for its relative privacy, hoping to nurse his headache and hazy thoughts in peace. But it seems he can’t hide. He rubs his temples, squinting at them. “What's all this about?” 

“Go on. It’s your cake,” Calantha says. “What piece would you like?” 

“My cake? For what occasion?” He sits up with a groan. They mean well, surely, but he's not in the mood. Fatigue still lingers in his aching limbs. They feel like his own again, but he’s still haunted by the unwelcome thought of Lahabrea's prior presence. Not to mention the sinking guilt he can’t push away, the odd looks, the glances of pity from some of those who knew the full story - He puts his head in his hand, propped up on his elbow. “I see no reason to celebrate.” 

“I wanted to bake a cake for a friend. Do I need another reason?” Calantha says, a hint of indignation in her voice. She covers it with a mischievous grin. “Would you really turn away a free cake? This opportunity may not come again.” 

He blinks at her attempted humor. This is the last thing he expected from the woman who had the unfortunate task of fighting him to the brink of death only a week ago.

Minfilia nods, eyes bright with enthusiasm. “Besides, if you don’t wish to have any, we shall be forced to eat it without you. And it is a great deal of cake. You simply cannot expect us to do it all ourselves. Think of our stomachs, Thancred.”

He huffs, blowing a tuft of hair out of his eyes. He might as well humor them. From where he's sitting, he can't see the whole cake. He stands to investigate and spots the writing in icing. 

In a vibrant looping script, surrounded by sprinkles, read the words, Sorry I Stabbed You!

He snorts and chokes back a laugh, despite himself. Calantha folds her arms. “I know, it's not eloquent, but I ran out of room.”

It's clear they’ve put some work into this. Or at least, Calantha has. Minfilia perhaps had a hand in choosing the colors, judging by the pink. He shakes his head as he reads the text again. Endearing, perhaps, but ridiculous. “I don't have time for this.” 

“So you have another full afternoon of sulking on your schedule?” Calantha shoots him a frown. 

He scoffs and sits back down. “How did you know?”

Minfilia puts her hand on his arm. “Thancred. Don’t be a spoilsport.” 

He gives her a weary look. Why did they have to pick today to accost him, when he already had this throbbing headache to deal with? “Look. Minfilia, Cala…I'm not in the mood for jokes.” 

Calantha’s eyes widen. “Jokes? But I am sorry.” Her shoulders slump. “I knew I should have written something else.”

He sighs. “It's not that. I'm just not hungry for cake. It’s a bad time.” 

Minfilia looks him in the eye. “Then let us keep you company, at least,” she says. Her tone is light, but firm. Not likely to take no for an answer.

“Not if there's to be talking involved. Hells, I have the worst bloody hangover.” 

“We won't talk,” Calantha says. She eases into the chair next to him. “I don't mind.”

Minfilia nods. She plops down on the other side of him. “We can sulk with you, if you’d like. It seems quite the lonely pastime.” 

Thancred rolls his eyes. “What would you two have to sulk about?” 

Calantha pauses, glancing at the colorful tray in the center of the table. “Maybe the fact that I poured my sweat and tears into this cake, and you won’t even taste it.” 

“Sweat and tears are far too salty for my delicate palette.” 

It’s her turn to roll her eyes. She glances at Minfilia and sits back in her chair, arms crossed. 

“Cala thought it might cheer you up,” Minfilia says. “And I for one thought it would be worth the attempt.” She reaches over to touch him on the shoulder. “The truth of the matter is, we both have reason to sulk when you’re not feeling like your true self. We miss you.” 

Thancred looks down at the table. As much as he wants to avoid her, it's not an act. The slight slouch in her posture, the way she purses her lips – he knows her well enough to sense her genuine worry. 

And he can’t have her worrying about him. He takes a breath, gathering his wits. He manages a small smile in her direction.

“Silly, that. I’m right here.” 

Her face softens as she gives him an encouraging smile. “I’m glad to hear it.” 

Calantha looks between them. She shrugs. “Well I’m going to help myself. I can’t have my hard work going to waste.” She grabs the cake knife, giving him a glance. “Unless you have second thoughts?” 

Both of them watch as he studies the cake in depth for a moment. It is well put together, and it smells delicious - a hint of vanilla and citrus meets his nose. When had he last eaten? Besides, if it would make them worry less –

“A small slice,” Thancred says. “In case the sweat and tears aren’t to my liking.” 

Calantha laughs. “That's the spirit!” 

[acestarion-panic]

New silly one shot, it’s very short and self indulgent, but I decided to post it anyway cause there just aren’t enough Acestarion fics in the world.

The fic features my favorite little gworly, my Tav, Lyllis

[snowcandyz]

Days With Your Lover

Genre: Fluff, Crack Summary: Dating the seven Lords of Hell wasn’t easy; and it’s even harder when you add a member of the royal family, his butler, a sorcerer and an angel into the mix. Every day is filled with surprises and joy because you can't really guess what your boyfriends’ next moves are. And let’s not talk about the jealousy and misunderstandings that come along with it. So you’ve developed a schedule where everyone gets to spend the day with you. That way, all your beloved will get their chance to be alone with you.  A/N: This story was supposed to take place before OM Nightbringer exist. If we have enough inspiration and motivation, we will finish this series one day.

Day 1: Belphegor

Day 2: Simeon

Day 3: Lucifer

Day 4: Asmodeus

Day 5: Leviathan

Day 6: Barbatos

Day 7: Satan

Day 8: Mammon

Day 9: Beelzebub

Day 10: Diavolo

Day 11: Solomon

[starions]

Title: Goody Goody For Me, Goody Goody For Her

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fallout (Video Games), Fallout 3 Rating: T Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence (later) Relationships: Butch DeLoria/Female Lone Wanderer Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Smoking, Mentions of Sex, Pining, Slow Burn, beating people up for your girl, who isn't your girl, but you just realized you want her to be your girl, falls in love, shit when did that happen, pipboys have a message system btw i checked, Canon Compliant

Butch DeLoria was an asshole; he got it, right? He knew it, his ma knew it, the whole damn vault knew it. After years of fucking up his own life, he might as well wear it like a badge of honor. Nothing was gonna change, so why not embrace it? Grace Genevieve Halloway had to always be seen as her nickname. Gigi—goody-goody, good girl, God's Grace; the picture perfect golden girl of Vault 101. She had to keep up appearances—even if she did do naughty things behind closed doors—or else what good would she be? Gigi's reputation may be ruined by the morning, and she knew just what Vault 101 asshole that could help her out.

[chancloud8]

SKZ Fake Texts - bf!skz x reader

~ asking them what they want for christmas

tags: smau, fluff, suggestive

a/n: once again I did not plan to write this, it just happened? Anyways, happy holidays everyone!! <3

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I've written out the gift giving ;)

-> part one: chan, hyunjin, jisung, changbin

-> part two: minho, seungmin, jeongin

-> part three: felix

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