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goatcheesecak3 · 5 months ago

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I hate you too Pt.1

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x afab!reader

Minors dni

Warnings: nsfw, alcohol use

Fic type: enemies to lovers, smut, a dash of fluff at the very end, also Scott Tibbs cameo teehee

Summary: you and Adam have been rivals for years, but after begrudgingly letting him crash at your apartment, things take an unexpected turn.

A/n: this is my first time writing a smut in YEARS so I'm a little rusty. This is just a short one, but I how you enjoy it! I've maybe got an idea for a part two of this, so let me know if you want it!

"Are you fucking kidding me? You didn't tell me he was gonna be here" you huffed to your friend, Mark.

"Was I meant to?" He asked, looking at you as if you were insane.

"Yes! I wouldn't have come if I knew he was gonna be here"

You were at some sleazy dive bar, you and a group of friends had decided you all needed to get outside and have some fun- well, you, your friends and him.

"Him" was Adam, a twenty seven year old photographer with a mean attitude. He was as much of a part of the group as you were, his friends were your friends and they all got along. However, for some reason the pair of you never clicked. You thought he was hot-headed and rude, while he thought you were vapid and snarky.

"Come on, just play nice for tonight, alright?" Mark pleaded with you, "he's been having a rough time lately. You know it's coming up on one year now..."

Almost a year ago, Adam had had a pretty terrible ordeal. He'd been kidnapped by a serial killer and chained up somewhere. He was missing for about a week before he was found, shackled, bloody and nearly dead. You hated his guts, but even you found yourself worrying for him. You recalled back to when you and your friends had visited him in the hospital...

...

"I didn't know any of you guys could bake, who made these? They're better than an orgasm" Adam groaned, munching away on a third cookie.

"That was your best friend" Mark had teased, while your other friend, Scott let out a snigger.

"You made me cookies?" Adam raised an eyebrow at you "have you tampered with these in any way?"

"No, I haven't tampered with them you dumbass. Besides, you're literally going in for your fourth one right now, would it really matter if I had at this point?" You rolled your eyes.

Mark and Scott giggled to themselves, they loved watching the two of you argue.

"So if you're not trying to poison me, then why did you...?"

"Look, this doesn't mean we're friends or anything, okay. I just... I guess getting kidnapped probably sucked" you looked away, not wanting to continue taking and accidentally say something too nice.

...

Adam came over to the booth where you, Scott and Mark had been sat, sipping on beers.

"I think that's my cue to go for a cigarette" you said, rising from your seat.

"You gotta cut down on those man, they'll kill you someday" Scott tutted, half joking.

"Don't threaten me with a good time" you called as you dissappeared into the outdoor smoking area.

It was peaceful out there, no one else but you. You huddled yourself under a grimy looking awning and struggled to light your cigarette with your shitty, dying lighter.

"You shouldn't joke about that shit" an all too familiar voice broke the silence.

You spun around, slightly startled, to see Adam stood there.

"Don't follow me, you creep" you scoffed, unable to hide the disgust in your face, even if you wanted to.

"I'm serious, don't joke about wanting to die in public. You don't know who's listening"

He was referring to jigsaw, of course. His whole "cherish your life" thing made jokes like that grounds for kidnap and torture. Adam had a good point.

"Just looking out for you" he said, his unwelcoming expression unchanging.

You glared at him, your frustration building as you struggled to light your cigarette.

"Just use this" he tossed his own lighter to you.

"Thanks".

When you had finished lighting yours, Adam lit up one for himself. The two of you smoked in silence, avoiding eye contact and shuffling your feet awkwardly.

...

Your walk home was a strange one, to say the least. Your mind felt cloudy, so you decided to take the long way home. You'd drank just enough alcohol to reach a weird stare of clarity, where your mind was alert enough for you to think coherently, but uninhibited so that you could think about things your sober mind had tried to avoid. Your dream of consciousness ran wild, leading you to all sorts of conclusions.

"Why am I still single? The guys in this city are ugly, that's why. No, that's mean. They're not ugly, just boring yuppie types. I'm friends with the three good looking guys in the city but you couldn't pay me to date them. Oh, admitting that Adam is your friend? Admitting that he's good looking are we now? Okay well maybe he's not my friend, but it's been well established that he's a good looking guy. Hate to admit it, but if his mouth never opened I'd probably find him hot.

Your train of thought took all sorts of twists and turns, but it kept seeming to take you back to thoughts of Adam. You put it down to being drunk and stupid, reminding yourself that you despised Adam, you couldn't stand to see his face, you couldn't stand his whiney, high pitched voice. Ugh. It was so irritating you could practically hear it- no, you could hear it, like really, actually hear it.

"What the fuck? Why didn't my landlord tell me he was doing this tonight?"

Adam was pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, next to his apartment building, which had been draped in a yellow and black striped tent. As he paced, he whacked his mobile phone with his hand a few times, muttering things like "shit" and "Come on, stupid thing".

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened here. Adam's apartment building had been fumigated, and with no working phone, he was pretty much stranded for the night. You couldn't help but laugh.

Adam's eyes shot towards you, his expression a mixture of hatred and relief. You were the last person he wanted to see him struggle, but at least he knew you'd begrudgingly help him out.

"Jesus y/n, you scared the shit outta me. Did you follow me or something?"

You shook your head.

"I was out for a walk, this little shitshow" you pointed toward him "was just a happy coincidence."

Adam bit the insides of his cheeks. He wanted to be rude to you, he wanted so bad to wipe that smug grin off your face, but he knew he couldn't, not while he needed something from you.

"Can I borrow your phone? I need to call scott" his voice had no inflection whatsoever.

"Negative. Out of juice"

"Ah jesus, fuck.." Adam held his head and began to pace. He looked less annoyed and more concerned now.

"Fuck!" He yelled through gritted teeth, throwing his nokia onto the floor. In an anticlimactic bounce, it landed by your feet.

"Jeez, if it's that serious you can just charge this thing at my place" you sighed, picking up his phone and noting that you had the same one.

Adam looked at you as though you were lying to him.

"Come ON, before I change my mind" you ordered, finally feeling the cold of the night, and wanting to be inside quickly.

Adam followed, and the two of you walked in silence.

...

There was something palpable in the air of your tiny apartment that night, like a storm brewing. It intensified by the second, and when Adam threw himself onto your sofa as if he owned the place it only became stronger. You marched to your bedroom to grab your charger, quietly seething. Everything he did pissed you off. The way he so arrogantly shoved your decorative cushions aside so he could sit, the way he looked at your posters, your furniture. Judging, silently judging. You tossed him the charger, and sat in an armchair. The sofa had plenty of room for you to sit too, but the thought of being in such close proximity to him filled you with a white hot burning rage.

Some time passed, neither of you had spoken, instead opting to chainsmoke. Part of you was hoping the thick cloud of smoke would obscure your view of him. The silence sat heavily above you, until Adam's voice broke through it.

"Scott's not picking up."

"Have you tried Mar-"

"Obviously I've tried Mark"

Both your sentences were short, snappy. Being alone together was uncomfortable and awkward as all hell, if just one of you could swallow your pride and break the ice it would have been bearable at least, but you were both stubborn as mules.

Adam let out a sigh.

"Look, this isn't ideal for either of us but.." You took a deep breath, "you can stay here if you're really outta options"

Adam responded to this, in what you assumed was his language for gratitude. He liberated a small bottle of whiskey from the inside pocket of hig ratty jacket and plopped it down on the coffee table.

"If this is as much of a nightmare for you as it is for me, then I think we could both use some of this" he said.

"Hey look, finally something we can agree on" you almost laughed, standing up to head to the kitchen and grab two tumblers.

The two of you drank generous amounts, you had put a record on quietly just to add some sort of ambience, because the silence had begun to feel quite oppressive.

"You know, there's probably more than just that" Adam finally said, startling you a little.

"Huh?"

"I mean, there's probably more we agree on than just the fact that tonight is a nightmare"

"Dude, that conversation was like 20 minutes ago, are you slow or something?" You scoffed.

Adam rolled his eyes

"I mean, shit y/n, I love this album. All your posters, the stacks of dvds, we pretty much have the same apartment. Maybe yours is a bit more flouncy than mine.."

"And also yours is filled with bugs judging by that fumigation tent" you quipped, unable to resist the urge to get a jab in.

Adam paused, and gave you a look. It wasn't one you knew how to describe.

"What I'm saying is, we've got a lot in common. I seriously don't get why you have such a problem with me"

You were absolutely dumbfounded. That jerk! He was acting like you were the one with a problem? You sat there with your mouth agape for a second or two, before snapping at him.

"You're the one that started this feud! Always giving me dirty looks, poking fun at the way I dress, which by the way, is ridiculous because we dress exactly the same!" You blurted out, almost raising your voice.

Unexpectedly Adam began to laugh. He threw his head back and cackled like a hyena.

"Have you lost your damn mind?" You asked, a slight tone of seriousness to your voice.

"No, no, no... I- I get out now" Adam struggled to get out between laughs, "I get why we hate eachother so much"

Your curiosity got the better of you

"Why...?"

"Okay so, there's always been something between us, we thought it was animosity, right?" His face became plastered with a devilish grin

"It's not that, it's not that at all. It's sexual tension"

"That's disgusting! You're sick in the head!" You cried out, insulted at the very notion.

"Come on, y/n, we both know it. You wanna hit this sooooo bad" he smirked, his smug, awful grin sending waves of anger throughout your body.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard" you retorted, doing your best to ignore what felt like excitement bubbling in your chest... and other parts of your body.

"Aw, are you too much of a good girl to admit it?" He teased.

You tried to fight it, but it was absolutely no use. Those two words just did something to you. Your body, not wanting to comply with your better judgement, gave away your feelings. You blushed, and Adam saw it.

He let out a low chuckle. He was infuriating, you felt this innate, primal urge deep inside you, like you wanted to pounce on him. But to do what? Punch him? Kiss him? You'd find out in the moment.

"Get up" you ordered, rising to your feet

"Woah, are you gonna try and fight me out something?" Adam laughed, only half concerned.

"I don't know yet" you said flatly, eyes trained on Adam as he stood to face you.

Before you could make a decision, your body reacted for you. Your arms threw themselves around his shoulders, one hand running itself through his surprisingly soft hair, the other resting on the back of his neck, pulling him toward you.

Your lips immediately met his, as you kissed him hungrily. With even more fervor, Adam kissed back, his tongue slipping into your mouth. One of his hands found itself on your waist, the other was groping your ass.

Your mind was racing a hundred miles a minute, this was the stupidest thing you'd ever done, but you'd never felt more alive. It was dangerous, a little wrong even, but so right at the same time.

You pulled away for a second, only to breathlessly utter the word "bedroom".

Adam nodded, before resuming kissing you. Your bodies remained firmly pressed together as you stumbled down the hall and into your bedroom. The two of you removed your jackets and tshirts, tossing them god knows where. You honestly couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when your bodies became horizontal, it was such a blur, but somehow you ended up laying on the bed, Adam on top of you.

He had begun to kiss all over your neck, the sensation of his hot breath making your stomach flip. You let out a few moans as his hands explored your torso, feeling every inch of you. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he had that same shit eating grin as always.

You could feel how hard Adam was through his jeans, he grinded against you and you felt your hips involuntarily buck forwards, wanting more friction. Adam noticed this straight away.

"Someone's impatient" he chuckled, his voice smug as ever

"Shut up" you just about managed to get out between gasps.

"Let's pay a little more attention to your top half first, you can be a good girl and wait a little longer" he whispered as his hands found the clasp of your bra and made hasty work of it.

There was that nickname again, the one that made wetness pool in your panties, the one that made your nails dig into Adam's back as you pulled him closer.

Adam's soft lips gently brushed over your nipples, his tongue dancing across your flesh. He was surprisingly gentle, his delicate touches were just light enough to drive you wild, you desperately needed more.

"Adam..." You whined, hoping he would stop teasing you.

"God, y/n, you're such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" He grinned, "so desperate to be fucked"

He loved seeing you like this, having you right in the palm of his hand. Well aware that Adam was enjoying watching you squirm, a myriad of insults flew through your mind, and you would have called him every single one of them if you didn't want him inside you so badly.

Thankfully, Adam stopped waiting around, and removed your jeans and underwear all in one swift motion. He'd never admit it, but he was getting rather impatient too. His hands on your legs, holding them apart, he stopped for a second to admire your pussy. You were visibly dripping, and knowing that it was he who had done that to you gave Adam a real ego boost. That arrogant son of a bitch.

"So wet for me, y/n" he murmured, eyes glued to your womanhood, as his hands rubbed along the insides of your thighs, getting juuuust close enough to your pussy to make you hyper aware that nothing was touching it- and you needed that touch urgently.

"Stop talking and just fuck me, Stanheight!" You yelled, hoping your voice would sound demanding and assertive, but instead sounding desperate and weak.

"Hmmm" he hummed, as though he were deeply considering what you had just said.

Suddenly you finally felt some sort of touch between your thighs. Two of Adam's fingers ran along your slit, smearing your juices across your entrance, and up to your clit.

The gasp you let out as you threw your head back was partly in pleasure, partly in relief. When his fingers rubbed gently across your clit, your hips rolled, trying to press against his fingers for more friction, but as soon as his fingers were there, they were gone again.

Looking up to see why Adam had stopped, the sight that met you was both unexpected, and an absolute delight. It was Adam, his eyes shut and his beautiful, sharp features accentuated by the low light of your lamp. He was licking your fluids off his fingers.

You felt a brand new wetness begin to spill out of you at this, as you uttered a breathy "fuck, that's hot".

He winked cockily, as he admired the state you were in. Fully Nude, and spread open to show him how wet you were. Hard little nipples and a dazed, blushing face. He found your soft lips and open mouth particularly attractive. He would have loved to shove his cock deep in there until the Mascara ran from your eyes, he thought you'd look quite pretty all tear stained and used. But that was something he would wait for next time, it was too intense for a first time together, and quite frankly, at this point he was getting just as desperate to fuck as you were.

"You got any condoms?" He asked, standing up to unzip his jeans and yank them down with his boxers

"Top drawer" you pointed to your dresser, and sat up on your elbows to get a good look at Adam's naked body. His torso was pale and slim, at the bottom of his tummy a small trail of hairs was dusted across his flesh, leading down to some recently trimmed black hairs. His dick was a wonderful sight, a decent length and a girth that looked like it would stretch you delightfully. He had a pretty pink tip, which was glistening with precum. You made a mental note that at some point you would love to give him a real slow, sloppy blow job.

Adam positioned himself over you, and lined his cock up to your entrance, rubbing his tip up and down your folds.

"I'll be gentle to start off" he whispered, almost tenderly, as he planted a soft kiss at your jawline.

You nodded, signaling that you were ready for him to enter you.

He started off with just that pretty pink tip of his, carefully pushing it into your hole. He let out a low hum, while a gasp escaped your lips.

"More" you whined

"God, you're hot" Adam remarked, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

He eased himself in further, his girth slowly stretching you.

"Shit you're so tight" he muttered, more to himself than to you. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" Adam looked at you, there was a glint of something a little too intimate for hate-fucking in his eyes.

"No, it feels good" you nodded, feeling yourself adjust to his size.

Adam gently pushed the rest of himself inside you, until he was all the way in. After waiting for a few seconds, he began to thrust. He maintained a steady, fast pace. His face buried in your neck breathing you in, your bodies pressed tightly together.

"Oh god Adam" you cried out, loving every second of it. All that rage from earlier had transformed into an insatiable need to feel him all over you. Your hands roamed up and down his back, running through his hair and gripping onto his body, holding him close as your legs wrapped around him, letting him in deeper.

Adam lifted his head from the crook of your neck and abruptly stopped thrusting. He was looking down at you now, that cocky grin plastered over his face.

"Thought you were meant to hate me, hm?" He said.

"Who said I didn't" you uttered, breathlessly.

"Well if that's the case, then maybe I should stop"

Oh he was good.

"Don't you even think about it" you said urgently.

Adam's face could only be described as mischievous, as he pulled himself up and slowly began pulling his dick out of you. You let out a small whimper at the loss of the feeling of him filling you up.

"I wanna know how badly you want it" he smirked, absent mindedly rubbing his hand along your thigh.

He knew just how to drive you wild, his soft touches and playful teasing made your core feel like it was on fire.

"C'mon Adam, quit fucking around" you whined.

He shook his head

"Beg."

That bastard.

Never in your life would you ever have imagined needing something from Adam Stanheight so badly that you would be willing to beg for it, let alone this, but now it was actually happening, you were seriously considering it.

He rubbed his tip up and down your folds, teasing your entrance and making it nearly impossible to resist. You couldn't fight it, you needed him. You had to swallow your pride and do what he wanted.

With redness painting your cheeks, and all your pride out of the window, you uttered a small "please"

"Please what?" Adam smiled slyly.

"Please fuck me" You said, a little louder now.

"Throw my name in there and I'll consider it"

This was humiliating, this went against everything you stood for, there was no wa-

"Please Adam, please please fuck me"

"Well since you asked so nicely"

There was no build up before Adam plunged himself deep into you, and this time he went harder than before. The obscene sounds of slapping skin and moans filled the air. He held your legs open as he took in what he considered to be the most wonderful sight; your tits bouncing with each thrust, your hands clutching into the bedsheets, your mouth wide open to let out moans of his name. God how he loved the way you said his name.

"Fuck, y/n, why'd we wait so long to do this, huh?" He panted through thrusts

You wanted to respond with something sarcastic, but with Adam repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, there was no way you could form a sentence, or ever remember what words were for that matter. As you started to see stars, finally two words managed to make their way to the forefront of your mind, and you screamed them.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

"Shit... fuck, me too" Adam groaned, burying his cock deep inside you, before grinding his hips and releasing.

...

When Adam returned from cleaning himself up in the bathroom, he wore nothing but his boxers.

"I uhh.. I got you a glass of water" he said awkwardly, placing the drink on the bedside table.

"Thanks" you said shyly.

You weren't exactly sure what the protocol was for the aftermath of sleeping with your arch nemesis, were you supposed to go back to fighting? Were you meant to cuddle? You figured a good place to start was a cigarette. You fished around in your nightstand and pulled out a packet of smokes and a lighter. The ashtray was already resting on top.

"Want one?" You offered casually.

"You keep cigarettes in your bedside table?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. He took one from you and sat next to you on the bed.

"You're just jealous you didn't think of it first" you teased, affectionately this time.

Adam took a long drag before he spoke.

"So..."

"You wanna cuddle or...?" He avoided eye contact, feeling foolish for even asking.

"Or what? Or do I still hate you?" You smiled

"Yeah, or do you still hate me?" He laughed.

You snuggled up to him and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

"I think you're the worst" you joked, resting your head on his shoulder and draping your arm across his chest.

"Hate you too, babe" he chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

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skellys-selfships · 11 months ago

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Adam x reader (gender neutral) relationship headcanons

just sumn quick i threw together bc i love this loser <333

• 1000% has a thing for praise, wether it's hyping you up, or you boosting his MASSIVE ego

• calls you pet names like "babe", "danger tits", "sugar tits", he'll talk about your tits no matter your gender >:) "his top bitch", "sexy"

• if you call him petnames like "big guy", "my first man", "daddy" he'll just nod 'n say "fuck yeah", he knows he's the shit. call him anything cute, like "baby", "teddy bear"?? "pigeon"?? he's gonna look around the room, fumbling about, hoping no one else heard that, he likes it but you're never gonna hear that from him ;)

• he subconsciously takes you under one of his wings, you're his after all

• he'll try to deny it but he's so very jealous, please reassure him you're loyal, he needs that more than he'd EVER admit

• he LOVES to playfully pester you. walking up behind you to pinch you, mess up your hair, poke you, he gets a kick outta your reactions

• only when you've dated for a while he'll actually let you see his face, he's really defensive about it, you kinda wonder why tho. he's objectively very handsome

• when he's comfortable enough to let you see him unmasked on a regular basis, he's flop over on the couch, resting his head on your lap, if you aren't taking the hint already, he'll wiggle his eyebrows at you and smirk, this means he wants you to play with his hair

• his favorite place to be touched is between hus wings, rub his back there and he makes the most ungodly noises. if you actually react to the relieved sighs 'n groans he let's out, he'll just smirk at you, "got a fuckin' issue, or something?" he knows wtf he's doing ;)

• he shows you his appreciation of you through material things, he's abysmal with words but actually great with gifts, he's observant and wants to prove he can provide for you better than ANY other man

• he's big on PDA, he's so goddamn proud to be the most attractive couple in all of Heaven

• he's really heavy on making out, he gives no shits wether it's in public or not, when he has a need, it's hard to deny the big baby instant gratification. and he's just incredible with that gilded tongue of his too, that's a bonus :)

• grab his hair, or his horns depending on if he's wearing his mask while making out, he'll go nuts

• sleeping with Adam is actually better than Heaven itself, he's like a giant winged teddy bear, he's already very soft 'n chubby and is prone to spoon you and roll over onto you, but throw those silky soft wings into the mix....you'll never wanna get outta bed

• he loves playing music for you, the man is a complete songbird, any excuse to serenade you and flex how amazingly talented he is

• he's not perfect, Adam is a manbaby at best but he really does love you and the thought of losing another partner silently scares him shitless at times, let him know when he's doing good, because to him, you are the top dog, the best and baddest bitch around <3

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blackdragon-selfships · 7 months ago

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I read an adorable Hazbin Hotel men x Reader short story/headcanons post by @6esiree, and I just loved the Adam one of the bunch so had to draw the scene.

The story is he’s secretly dating Reader, who is in Hell, and Reader has a kid. On Halloween, Reader goes out with some friends but Adam begrudgingly agrees to watch the kid for Reader. He brings a bunch of candy for them to snack on and puts on a movie, but the kid gets bored and starts playing with his mask. There’s more, but that’s what I drew here.

It isn’t said whether the kid is his or not, but for my personal take I say Meg (who is my insert for the Reader) had her daughter with some other demon (another Goetia in my work, because my s/i is an Ars Goetia here) before she met Adam and after he and she started dating, he warmed to the kid too, who now sees him as her dad.

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bones4thecats · 11 months ago

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It's You And I, Till The Day I Die

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: It's You And I, Till The Day I Die Characters: Adam (Hazbin Hotel) Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: This honestly almost made me cry, because imagine Lute had saved Adam during the final battle and he realized how much he cared for her at that time. Okay, I’m gonna go coddle up with my among us plush now😿

⚠️ TW: Death, Swearing, Mentions of Blood (golden), and pure angst-to-fluff ⚠️

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Third-Wife! Reader ; Angst-turned-Comfort

🎸 The extermination was supposed to be flawless… it always was! So why… why did such an imperfect thing happen?

🎸 Adam had a small cyclopian-demon behind him holding an angelic weapon! What were you, as his spouse, supposed to do? Protect him, of course!

🎸 And you did just that

" Y/N?! Oh fuck! H-hey! C'mon, stay with me! "

🎸 The residents of the Hazbin Hotel starred in shock as the first man, the man who pledged himself on being hard-to-break, the same guy who killed hundreds, possibly thousands of demons, cry over the dying angel

🎸 His large wings wrapped around you as a small amount of blood began to come out of your mouth from the large amount of wounds coming from the sinner's angelic weapon

🎸 The blood's golden color was beginning to fade in with Adam’s wings, making him tremble at just seeing his wings that he was once prideful over, just get shinier at the cost of his lover's life

" Lute! Gather the others, we're retreating! " " Adam…? " " Y/N…? " " I love you… " " Don't say that now! I know what that fucking means! "

🎸 You held your hand on his face as your husband's tears began to fall freely, like waterfalls were originating in those gorgeous eyes of his

" I love you… Adam… " " Hon'? Rockstar? Love? Y/N! "

" Y/N! "

🎸 The sheets were pushed back in surprise as you heard your husband yelling in his sleep. And as you sat up and comfortably stabilized your breathing, Adam looked around frantically

🎸 You knew that ever since a few months ago, Adam was especially jumpy with his nightmares. They seemingly had grown in comparison to the last few years of you two being married

🎸 You adjusted your eyes as Adam breathed heavily and caught sight of you, you had no injuries behind you, there was no blood, he was back in Heaven… you were in Heaven

" Adam? Are you okay? " " I'm fine now, Hon'. "

🎸 Chuckling as he readjusted and laid you so your back was facing him as his arms wrapped around both your chest while the other laid on your stomach, rubbing the bump that bonded both you and him forever

🎸 He was going to protect you forever. Nobody, not even God or Lucifer, would harm you or his baby if he was there

" It's you and I, till the day I die. "

#Hazbin Hotel #Angels #Heaven #Hazbin Hotel x Reader #Angels x Reader #Heaven x Reader #S/O! Reader #F! Reader #Angel! Reader #Hazbin Adam #Hazbin Adam x Reader

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writingchalamet · 1 year ago

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You meet Ross when he's on a brief break from tour, and hit it off straight away. You agree that it's only going to be a bit of fun, nothing serious, just sex and adventures until he has to go away again. Except it doesn't work out like that and by the time he goes away for the second leg, he's really fallen for you. You feel the same but you both stick to the plan, neither of you aware of the other's true feelings. You keep in touch on tour, casual at first but the flirting ramps up and it soon becomes very apparent that you're mad about each. May or not end up with Matty sending you plane tickets 😆

Just a fling

Warnings: smut, swearing, use of good girl bc I can’t help myself! minors DNI

Loud music pumped through the speakers, drinks flowed through your veins, you and your friends laughed and chatted across the table in the bar together, sinking more and more drinks, you were happily buzzed. Ross was on the other side of the bar, sipping on his whiskey, eyes dragging across various faces in the bar as he half listens to what his friends are saying to him. Taking in the space, when his eyes land on you, his eyes narrowed slightly as he stood for a moment just watching you across the room as you laughed with friends, occasionally sipping your drink, eyes eventually leaving the group when you feel a heavy gaze burning into your skin. Your eyes find his and you see a subtle smirk settle on his face, a smirk that almost read ‘you’re mine, if only for tonight.’

You hesitantly return your gaze back to your group of friends having missed what they said “huh?” You draw out, eyes still lingering back and forth between your friends and the tall, dark haired, handsome stranger. “We said it’s your turn to buy a round” one of your friends practically shouts across the table at you, finally regaining your full attention. “Oh, uh, okay, same again for everyone?” They all nod as you grab your bag heading towards the bar, you place your order with the barman and wait patiently, about to turn around to look at your friends when a broad chest blocks your vision. You raise your head to meet the eyeline of the man an entire foot taller than you, to find the same brown eyes you had met across the room moments ago, only now they were right in front of you, and the warm lights of the bar were glistening in his eyes making them shine, and making your heart race. You gasp when you realise how close he is and that he is in fact real, not a figment of your imagination. “Sorry love, didn’t mean to make you jump” his voice is deeper than you had expected, but he smiles and his dimples pop out making your shocked gaze soften. “It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be there, which is silly really because this place is packed…” your voice trails off, eyes leaving his to look at the floor for a moment, out of embarrassment.

“No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been standing so close, but you caught my eye earlier and I thought I’d catch you while you’re alone” your eyes widen slightly as he speaks. “Wow didn’t mean for that to come out as predatory as it sounded” he jokes making you laugh, easing the tension, the barman hands over your tray of drinks and your about to pick it up when the kind stranger takes it for you, you give him a strange look but he nods his head for you to follow him. He walks over to your table, your friends all go quiet and stare wide eyed at the incredibly good looking man stood next to you carrying their drinks, he places the tray down and the girls fly to their cocktails like vultures, all needing a drink in their systems for whatever was about to happen next. “Hello ladies, I’m Ross, I was wondering if I could borrow your friend for a little while?” He speaks to them so politely you want to die, the girls all gawk at you until your friend hannah “babe take her, she’s been away with the fairies all night anyway” they laugh and you shake your head whispering a thanks to her as you lean down to grab your drink. Following who you now know to be Ross, across the bar and to an empty table.

“So, you know my name but I’m yet to learn yours, would you enlighten me?” He smirks once more as he sips his drink. You roll your eyes own drink burning down your throat, “Y/n” he smiles and reaches across the table, fingers grazing your knuckles as your hold your glass. “Y/n, beautiful, I like it, it suits you” you feel yourself blushing at his forwardness. “Thank you" you breathe. The night carried on, more questions asked, learning the ins and outs of each other, you learn he's in a band, a successful one, which has you surprised as to what he's doing in a little bar like this, in the middle of nowhere. He learns that you're a writer and write a column reviewing films and Tv series, for a notable news blog. You were both successful in your line of works which was something he liked. He also hated to admit it, but he liked that you didn't immediately know who he was, only recognising him once he told you who his band mates were. "We nearly met once actually" he raises an eyebrow at you as you speak. "I was asked to be one of the journalists reporting at the brits a few years ago, but I had to pass up on the offer" you admit, raising your glass to your lips, as his eyes widen, "and what was more important than a night at the brits?" Ross smirks as he talks, edging himself closer towards you, "I prefer to do my reporting behind my screen, never really been one to get out in front of a camera, besides, couldn't have you fawning all over me when you were supposed be answering questions about your award" You wink a the man, earning a blush and snigger.

You don't know how you ended up here. Back pressed against the elevator wall, as Ross peppered hot, wet kisses along your neck, jaw, biting your earlobe. You're not sure a what point in the night, the soft touches of your hands turned into kisses, but it didn't take much after that for you to get your coat and follow Ross back to his hotel. You hear the ding of the lift doors opening signalling you'd reached his floor, Ross practically dragging you down the hallway, hand struggling to swipe the card through the reader to unlock his door, you stand behind him, hugging him, hands roaming across his chest, dragging them down his front to rest above his belt buckle. You chuckle into his back as you hear him groan tapping recklessly as the door lock trying to get it open. It finally clicks open, Ross turning in your arms, taking you by the waist and pulling you in for a kiss as he pushes through the door.

Hands sliding up his stomach, past his chest to land on his broad shoulders, giving them a squeeze, pulling him closer to you as his lips press firmly against yours, tongue begging for entrance as it glides along your bottom lip, you grant him access, colliding the muscles together, his fingers digging into your waist, bunching your dress up, you moan into his mouth at the feeling of his lips pressing harder against yours, Ross pulls away from you briefly to close the door, backing you up against it again once it's closed. "Do you wanna go over to the bed for me?" Ross lowers his mouth to your ear, lips brushing against the joining of your neck and jaw as he whispers the words to you. You don't trust your voice, settling for a nod of the head, slipping off your heals, making Ross tower over you even more, he can't help himself but raise one of his hands to caress your cheek, leaning down to peck you, the new height difference fuelling something inside him, he felt the need to hold and protect you. You pull apart and walk over to his neatly made bed, feeling bad for the maid who would inevitably have to clean up your mess the next day. You sit down in the middle of the bed, hands pawing at the soft fabric of the duvet beneath you. Ross comes to stand in front of you, kneeling on the, shuffling closer to you, out of instinct your legs parted for him, making him smirk. His rough hands hind their way to either sides of your legs, stopping under your knees, he feels the silky skin of your thighs under his finger tips, running them up and down the length of your bent legs. Your eyes bore into his from your seated position, hands leaving the mattress to find the top button of his dress shirt, beginning to un pop each button, his eyes watch your fingers carefully as they move along each button, slowly and skilfully undoing each one, until you reach the bottom, hands making their way back up his now uncovered stomach, hairy chest, to land on his shoulders, gently pushing the fabric down his back so it hung off him loosely.

You notice the small gold chain that laid flat around his neck, one of your hands reaching round, fingers delicately playing with the metal, you take a hold of it between your fingers and gently tug him towards yourself, stretching your top half up to meet him in a hungry kiss, he moans into your mouth at the feeling of the cold metal digging into his skin, and the way your fingers clench at his shoulder, as if to feel him closer. His grip on the back of your legs tightens, he manoeuvres himself to settle fully between your legs, resting a hand on your back as he pushes the two of you back until you reach the mattress. Your lips moving together in sync, drawing moans and gasps form one another as he pressed you further into the mattress, lowering himself on top of you, your hand reaches behind his head, gripping onto the bun, tugging at the strands, feeling the soft hair wrap around your fingers, and loving the sound the sound that falls from his lips when you deliver a particularly harsh pull. His tongue traces your bottom lip, drawing a line, from your lips and licking down your neck, your head rolls to the side, at the tingly feeling surging through you.

Ross's hands skim over the fabric of your dress, stopping at the bottom, where it had bunched up at your waist, lifting it up further revealing the lace of your underwear, his breath hitching noticing the wet patch gathering, he continues to drag the fabric up, you sitting up to help him rid you of the barrier, he throws the garment to the floor, the second it's off your body, admiring your bare chest, loving the fact you opted out of wearing a bra for the night. Feeling like a teenage boy seeing boobs for the first time, absolutely mesmerised, a hand reaches up to cup your left breast, palming at the soft skin, running his thumb across your nipple, feeling it pebble beneath his touch, he squeezes again earning a breathy moan, and your back arching, practically falling into his hand. His other hand grazes your jaw, thumb running along your bottom lip, watching the way your eyes close briefly in pleasure under his actions. "Does that feel good darlin?" his words come out an octave lower than before, making you putty in his hands (quite literally) "yes" you whisper the words out not trusting your voice. He lays you down once more, leaning forwards sprinkling kisses along your chest, down your abdomen, nipping at your hipbone, and kissing along your inner thigh, placing a kiss to your clothed core, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. He continues kissing over the soft spot, laying his tongue out flat licking up the wetness that had gathered on the front of your underwear, groaning to himself at the taste, his fingers dig into the sides of your knickers dragging them down your legs, revealing perhaps the most obscene view he had ever laid his eyes upon, you laid back, head tilted up to the ceiling, tits perky, back arched up, legs spread and pussy dripping, all for him.

"You look fucking divine darling, tell me what you want" his hands are all over your body, unable to settle on one spot, occasionally squeezing in a spot he finds particularly tantalizing. "You... your fingers, anything I just need to feel you" You grab at one of his hands bringing it to your entrance, watching a sly smile absorb his face as you guide two of his fingers inside you, mouth falling open and whining as he pushes them in fully to his knuckles, hooking them upwards, feeling you tighten around him. He pumps rhythmically, other hand grasping onto your hip, hooking your leg around his waist in his seated position. Your eyes meet, and you swear you could fall apart right there from just the look alone, his big brown eyes boring into yours, scanning your face intently for traces of pleasure, as he works away below you. Your eyes roll back as his actions speed up setting a new thunderous pace, feeling your walls contracting around him each time he thrust his fingers inside you, his thumb reached up and began rubbing circles on your clit, gaining a lewd moan of his name, which he would die to hear again, circling the bud with more ferocity, to match the pace of the fingers inside you, the tense feeling building in the pit of your stomach, begging for release. "Are you gonna cum for me like a good girl?" your nails claw at his wrist, the other hand clinging onto the duvet for dear life. Your head nodding, turning to the side and lulling back all at once, too far gone to comprehend your actions. You feel his fingers hitting and curling upwards one last time sending you spiralling, your legs clench around his waist, walls contracting around his fingers as he continues to pump you through your orgasm, "Ross, need you" you moan out, tugging on his arm until he was close enough to crash his lips back to yours, the connection feeling warm and passionate, he withdraws his fingers from you lifting them between the pair of you, licking one finger himself, slipping the other past your lips, allowing you so suck the juices off from the digit, moaning as your tongue swirls around, keeping heavy eye contact as you suck his digit clean, he pulls his finger from your lips, hand moving around the back of your neck, attaching his lips to yours again.

"Do you wanna carry on?" Ross mumbles against your lips, feeling himself painfully hard in his trousers, "God please don't stop" clutching his shoulders you sit up, flipping the two of you so you were straddling his lap. You wanted to burn this sight into your brain for the rest of your life. His hair messy and falling out of his bun, shirt undone, dick hard in his trousers pressing against you. He raised an arm to lay under his head as he watches you with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. You fingers trace over the top of his trousers, stopping at the button, looking up at him through your lashes to ask permission, his head nods slowly, enjoying the sight of you taking control, knowing fully well he could take it back any moment. You popped the button undone and slid the zipper down, pulling them down slightly, along with his boxers to reveal himself to you. Your mouth watering at the sight of his cock leaking with precum and throbbing in your hand.

You pumped him a few times, listening as his breath goes rigid when you raise yourself upwards, sinking down onto him in one swift motion. His eyes rolling back, large hands making their home on your hips, digging into the skin as you start to bounce up and down on his shaft. He loves every little moan and gasp that leaves your mouth as you fuck you self on him, hands firmly placed on his stomach to balance yourself. “You feel so good Ross” you gasp arching your back, hair cascading down, becoming sticky with sweat. Ross thrusts up inside you, encouraging you to set a faster pace, “come on baby, you can do better than that, I wanna feel you cum for me again, be a good girl” the words are lost to your deaf ears, only caring about the groan that leaves his lips when you fuck yourself even harder on him, pulling him up by his shoulders and finally ridding him of his shirt, your fingers claw at his back as he continues to thrust up into you, you circle your hips, feeling your clit rub against his pubic bone, you continue the action feeling your walls clench and the knot tighten in the pit of your stomach. Ross’s hands trace a pattern up your back, one hand clutching your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss, wet, sloppy and still tasting the remains of your juices on his tongue. You can’t help but to moan his name over and over into his mouth like a mantra. “I can feel you’re close, let go for me” his words are spoken between broken kisses and hushed moans, feeling you clenching around him.

All you can do is nod, forehead leaning against his as he holds your hips down delivering a particularly harsh thrust, he feels the spasm of your walls crashing around him, and your legs shake as what feels like the most earth shattering orgasm hits your system. “Good girl” he whispers, planting a kiss to the side of your head. Suddenly you’re being flipped again, onto your stomach, ass up in the air and Ross is between your legs once more. You’re not sure you’re ready for what’s to come when you feel him slam his length back inside you. Hand making contact with your right cheek as you pull away slightly, unintentionally awakening something in you, at the all but pornographic moan you emit. Your head flicks back to make eye contact with Ross, who was wearing the most sinister smirk you think you may have ever seen. All at once his hips are roughly pounding into your arse as, hands holding them in place while he fucks you roughly and thoroughly. Your top half falls limp feeling exhausted from exerting yourself as you cling onto the quilt, knuckles turning white. The sound in the room was obscene, anyone walking in the hallway would know what was going on, the bed was rocking, slamming into the wall, Ross was grunting and moaning away above you while you gasped and screamed out his praises, you could only pray that the people in the room next to you were out. His dick pounded into the sweet spongy spot inside you repeatedly building that all familiar knot once more, not sure you could handle much more you cry out for him, eyes watering, pressing the tears away into the pillows. “Ross…please..I” your brain can’t comprehend words too fucked out to form any real sentence. “You can take it, be a good girl, one more, then you’re done okay?” His hand sweetly moved some hair out your face to check you’re okay, a sweet juxtaposition to the actions of his hips pounding away at you. He leant forward placing a kiss at the top of your back as he continued to hit away that spot inside you, “well done, good girl” you feel the fire ignite in your belly once, clenching around his dick feeling your juices flowing, you could feel him pulsating inside you knowing what was about to happen, you contact your walls around him once more milking him for everything he had, hearing him moan your name loudly for all to hear, he stilled inside you as he emptied his load before pulling out slowly flopping down next to you on the bed with a humph.

You roll onto your back turning your head to face him, his fingers brush away the hair that had fallen into your face, admiring your beauty once more. You smile at him and lean in to peck his lips, fingers softly running though his beard. “That has to be the best sex I’ve ever had” you sigh and giggle looking away from his eyes at your confession. “Mmm me too, I can die happy now” you laugh as he slings an arm over your stomach pulling you into his side, you look up at his face and can’t contain your smile. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder, and settles back on the bed, expecting you to lean back with him, but you don’t, you sit up, looking around on the floor to reach for your clothes, Ross frowns. “I should probably get going” you turn to Ross once you’ve slipped your dress over your head. He finds his hand reaching out for you “oh okay, um sure…” it was the first time you had seen him at a loss for words, “I’m just gonna use the bathroom” you give him a awkward smile, crossing the room to the bathroom and closing the door, you freshen yourself up and notice your flushed cheeks and messy hair in the mirror, you look well and truly fucked. Well you had been.

You run your fingers through your hair, splashing some cold water on your face before exiting the room, seeing Ross now standing in the middle of the room, his trousers are done back up and he now has on a T-shirt instead of his button down. You walk over to him, unsure of either of your next moves. “You can stay if you’d like, I don’t want you to feel like you have to leave because you don’t” his words trail off, eyes glued to the ground almost as if he was afraid of your answer. “I uh, I’ve never done this before, I assumed you’d want me to leave” you take a step closer to him, head tilting so you can meet his eyes. “No, I want you to stay, if you want to that is, don’t feel like yo-“ you take another step forwards and attach your lips to his once more, feeling him relax under your touch.

That’s how it all started. Ross was in town visiting friends for a few weeks on a break from tour before going back to America. So you two agreed that while he was in town the two of you would meet up and have some casual fun, however what was supposed to be just a fling, or hanging out a couple of times turned into every night huddled up in each others arms after hours of exhausting sex, exploring each others bodies, learning how to make each other feel good, and learning everything about one another. It was like Ross had a fixation with her, the second they were apart, he wanted her close again. They had spent their time doing novice things like visiting garden centres and book stores, hiding from friends when they saw them crossing the street, then giggling like school children if they nearly got caught, but they promised each other just until tour restarts so no one gets hurt.

The day did finally come for Ross to leave and you’d spent the night before in his arms telling him how much you’ll miss him and begging him to promise to stay friends with you, to which he kissed you so hard it knocked the air out your lungs. And you thought in your mind that when he left that would be it, just a bittersweet memory of your time spent with the bass player, but when your phone wouldn’t stop dinging with the back and forth text messages every day you couldn’t help but feel hopeful. He’d been gone a month, the both of you never failing to message everyday and call when you can when Matty noticed something was up. The once sociable Ross kept hiding himself away, quieter than usual, always staring at phone, and when it did finally ring or buzz, he couldn’t help but notice the smile that reached his best friends face, he looked like a Cheshire Cat. But there was one day where Ross just moped around, not saying a word to anyone, barely eating, and he hardly interacted with the crowd when they performed that night. The band were in their dressing room after the show having a drink all chatting and praising each other feeling the after show high, bar one, Ross was skunked in the corner on a sofa staring at his phone, Matty watched as the taller man shook his head and made his way out the room, leaving his phone behind on the sofa. He knew it was wrong but the way he’s been staring at his phone for weeks has given Matty his suspicions, walking across the room sitting where Ross once occupied the seat. Seeing Ross had left his phone unlocked he took a quick glance, instantly tapping on his text messages, seeing the first name that popped up being an unfamiliar name, he clicked on the messages, and clearly he had found the source of Ross’s discontentment that day.

Y/n 🖤 - I hope the tours going well I miss you xx

Ross - it’s going great, would be better if you were here tho, I miss that beautiful face xx

Y/n🖤 - I wish lol xx

Ross - please come, I’ll send you ticket, I really wanna see you babe xx

Y/n 🖤- Ross, you know what we said, besides what would everyone think of you bringing a random girl on tour with you! Xx

Ross - I know we said it was just a fling but I want you, I miss you too much, and the guys would love you, please just think about it? Xxx

- message read

Matty looked at the name and the photo attached in his friends phone, feeling giddy at the thought of his friend having a secret girlfriend, he sneakily puts your number in his phone dropping the phone back to the arm of the sofa before standing to join the other boys.

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Another week passes and you dodge the topic tour all together when you speak on the phone, at least you try your hardest. It’s another late night for him, early morning for you spending as time talking to each other, wanting to hear each others voices. Ross can’t help but feel how deeply he missed seeing the way your lips would move with each word you would annunciate. He missed watching your smile light up until it reached your eyes and he missed the pretty sounds you made, just for him. He would give anything to have you close again.

“Sorry what did you say, babe?” His voice relaxed finally hearing the soothing tones of your voice in his ears he forgot to listen to what you were saying. “ I said I saw some videos of you the other night, you looked really good, like you’re having fun” he waits a few seconds before replying knowing he’ll get reprimanded for it. “I’d be having a lot more fun, if a certain someone I know would come along” he sighs dramatically, head resting back on his pillow as he daydreams about the girl on the other end of the phone. He just hears you chuckling, picturing you shaking your head, “I have to get ready for work soon” you wished you didn’t. “Don’t go, come back to bed, we’ll cuddle a bit longer” Ross sighs eyes shutting at the thought of you being with him in his bed. “You know, I cuddle your jumper every night, it’s starting to smell like me instead of you though, it’s making me sad” you admit, pouting as if he can see it through the phone. “God I would give anything to touch you right now” you gasp at his words he can hear you biting your lip through the phone and it drives him wild. “Not even like that, I just miss holding you, feeling your skin on mine, I don’t think you realise how much I miss you, I really care about you y/n”

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After that night Ross finds himself in a bit of a slump, he had tried his best to push his feelings down but the more he did that the more they grew. And even though you were both making the effort, the calls and the messages just weren’t enough. He longed to be near you and didn’t realise that being without you was bringing him down. He was messing up on stage, missing cues and looking miserable and the band noticed, trying to cheer him up onstage to no avail. The person that would cheer him up was thousands of miles away blissfully unaware of the affect she had on him. After 3 consecutive nights of fluffing up on stage Matty confronted the tall bearded man, much to his surprise.

“Hey man, what’s going on?” He decided to keep things simple, afraid he’d aggravate the man. “Nothin, just missing someone I guess” he draws out, taking a sip of his drink, subconsciously tapping his phone while he thinks about you, Matty notices, “anyone in particular?” He pushes, tilting his head to the side hoping his friend would finally open up to him about the mystery girl he has been messaging. “It’s uh…” he sighs shaking his head thinking for a moment “no one, just family, you know how it is” Ross stands from his place on the sofa, clutching his phone in his hand tightly, nodding his head to Matty, before walking off out the room, head in is phone.

You were asleep when your phone began ringing on top your beside table, you groan as it carries on ringing, the caller relentless to speak to you apparently, you click the green button before seeing it was an unknown number calling giving them a very groggy “hello” down the line. “Is this y/n” you hear the other person speak, “yeah, uh who is this? And why are you calling me at 3am?” You question flinching as your phone screen brightens to find out the time. “Oh shit sorry about that, I always forget about time zones, it’s Matty, Ross’s friend, from the band…” it takes your tired brain a second to comprehend what he’s saying before it clicks. “Oh right, hello Matty” he laughs, a bit too loud for your liking, you wince pulling the phone away from your ear. “Uh basically I’m calling because Ross has been super down the last couple of weeks, and really isn’t himself, and I think he really misses you” you almost jump up in your bed, “he’s spoken about me?!” Matty chuckles shaking his head, if she was as mushy about him as his friend was they were a match made in heaven. “Indirectly, he just keeps moping around waiting for his phone to go off all day and if it doesn’t he looks like he could cry…anyway I was wondering if I could sort you out a plane ticket and get you out here to surprise him?” You could feel your heart beating fast in your chest at the thought, and before your brain could say no your mouth was saying “yes!”

Matty had picked you up at the airport telling the guys he had some ‘business to attend to’ then not really caring what that meant to question it. Ross had been messaging all day but had received no response, making him worry. And when he tired to call it went straight to voicemail, had something happened or were you angry with him about something, his head was reeling and he felt like he could pass out. They were performing a few shows at the same venue, opting to stay in a hotel for the week instead of the usual bus, which you had been glad to hear about, not liking your chances with squeezing into a bunk with your giant of a man. Ross was sitting impatiently on his bed in his hotel room staring at his phone, waiting for the read receipts to appear next to his text messages when there’s a knock on his door. He huffs and drops his phone reaching the door in a matter of seconds. Eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when he spots you behind the door. In the flesh. “Hi” he doesn’t respond or acknowledge Matty standing next to you holding your bags, he lurches forwards lifting you into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, your hands find their way to his hair and beard, combing through the locks, noticing both had gotten a bit longer. “Hi” he finally says, lips pressing to yours with so much passion. His arms around you squeezed you as you kissed making sure you were really there. Matty stood awkwardly before dropping your bag walking down the hallway muttering “so much for thank you Matty” shaking his head laughing. Ross pulls away to laugh resting his head back against the door frame “thanks Matt, appreciate it” he shouts to his friend, who in return waves the pair of you off, entering another room on the floor. Ross sets you back on the ground, hands flying to your face, brushing hairs out the way, and caressing your cheeks. “I’m not even gonna ask why, or how, just gonna thank god because I’ve missed you so much” he kisses you once more and you feel everything he gives you in the kiss, all the hurt he’s been feeling, all the joy he feels now, and you want to feel everything. “Come on Mrs, let me show you how much I lov- miss you” you’re eyes widen, biting your lip as you excitedly follow him into his room.

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EVOLUTION

Summary: f!Reader in InGen admin who befriends Mills on the island of Isla Sorna. What was suppose to be a normal day takes a dramatic turn when a breakout occurs on the dinosaur island.

Warnings: Violence, Cursing, mention and use of firearms, 18+ MDNI

A/N: It's been a long time but I am back. I was inspired by my comfort movie Jurassic Park and of course the movie 65. Don't ask me about any paleontologist this is all just fiction. Title was inspired by Evolution by Korn (really relates to the entire jurassic park universe honestly) Enjoy!

Money.

You came for the money. You needed it after being out of college, working a job you didn’t even get a degree for. It felt so good to finally enjoy the job you had studied for all those hours and to be free from the incessant chimes of your work laptop. Sure, it was InGen, but to hell with it. Seeing them—the living, breathing fossils—was worth it. Roaring (quite literally, in some cases) with life, muscles, blood, and scales. It was unbelievable. You pulled weight in your work and even made a new friend: Mills, the assistant head of security in your building.

He was a no-nonsense kind of person, a bit intimidating at first, but you didn’t mind. It came with the job. You grew close through work, as he was assigned to patrol your small building with you and a few other employees. Seeing him every week and boarding the plane back to the mainland gave you the chance to get to know each other. He had a love for your music, you enjoyed his company, and over time, your friendship grew.

InGen wasn’t taking any chances, though, assigning more patrols and firearms after the Breakout Incident.

Korn blasted through the office speakers as you logged your data into the computer, sipping a Coke. It was just the two of you in the office, so you figured some music would fill the emptiness. You nodded rhythmically to Jonathan’s vocals and the thrashing guitars. Mills hummed along, taking a few bites of his salad from the cafeteria. It was a slow day, catching up on the work left over from the day before—a day before heading to the mainland and back home.

Mills sat upright in his chair, occasionally glancing at the security cameras and, every so often, at you.

“Something on your mind?” you asked, entering a few numbers into your data tracker.

“Huh? Oh, uh...” He cleared his throat, visibly nervous. “I wanted to know if maybe you were doing anything next weekend when we’re back on the mainland.”

You paused your typing and met his gaze. “Not that I’m aware of. What do you have in mind?”

Was he asking you out? This stoic, broad-shouldered security guard had a soft spot for the introverted worker?

“Drinks, maybe a movie? I heard the new Alien movie is pretty good, and considering you love horror…” He trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of his pocket.

It was cute, and you weren’t going to lie—he was nice. Maybe you could take a chance on him. A small chuckle escaped your lips, and you caught the rare sight of Mills’ smile.

“You know what I'd—”

Suddenly, an alarm blared, and a gunshot rang out.

Mills was on his feet instantly, grabbing his rifle and stepping in front of you. “What the hell…”

“What is it? A shooter?” you asked, stomach dropping as more gunshots and screams echoed through the building.

Both Your eyes and his darted to the security monitors, now completely black.

More gunfire erupted, but it wasn’t the sound of bullets that made your blood run cold. It was the sound that followed: a guttural cawing, unmistakably from raptors.

“How the hell did they break through the fence?” Mills fumed, flicking off the safety on his tactical rifle.

“It doesn’t matter how!” you urged, grabbing your handgun and securing a satellite phone in your fanny pack. “We need to leave! Now!”

You followed Mills closely as he led the way. He had experience in the line of fire from his military service, but this was an entirely different game. The screams of your coworkers mixed with the high-pitched roars of raptors created a chaotic symphony of terror.

“Talk to me, Y/N. How do we outsmart them?” Mills demanded, rifle raised as he moved through the corridor with practiced precision.

“They’re…they’re scouting right now,” you stammered, trying to suppress your nausea. “They’ve been cooped up in the enclosure—they’ll want to move, explore, and find suitable ground, like pack animals.”

“Then we move the opposite way,” he said, exhaling steadily. “We get to the docks, find a boat, and stay far from the big guys inland.”

Big guys. A childish but comforting term for the true predators—the ones you couldn’t afford to encounter.

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justanamesstuff · 2 years ago

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Unrequited love - Matty Healy x f!reader

Extra part II

A/N: This whole series is the definition of 'I wasn't planning to...but...' sooo I wasn't planning to finish it today but here we are. THANKS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN about all the support!!

Warnings: jump scared?, swearing, FLUFF, typos.

Word count: 2.6 K

Series MASTERLIST

It wasn’t usual for the girls of the group to spend time without the boys, although from a time to the present they started to feel like it was necessary. Partly why, Charli, Y/n and Carly joined by the little James Hann were hanging around Charli and George’s home. The other reason was to spoil James without the rest of the band trying to have his attention.

Even though James was almost 7 years now, he was the little baby for the entire group. All of them loved Hann’s kid a lot and spoiled him rotten.

“Mom, stop! I’m a big boy!” James tried to stop Carly, who was trying to give him a kiss on his cheek.

She protested, “No, you’re still my baby.”

“I’m not!” he fought back.

“Until you are legal to drink, get in jail or a tattoo, you’re going to be my baby boy.” Carly continued to tease him. The sight from the other side of the table was a heart-warming one for Charli and Y/n.

Charli said to him, “I promise I’ll help you with the tattoo, James.” winking her right eye.

“Really?” James asked excited about it.

“No!”

“Yes!”

James’ mother and her friend shouted at the same time, making Y/n laughed, and a puzzled looked appeared on the kid’s face.

“Stop confusing him.” Y/n interrupted the bickering. “Come here, I’ll protect you!” she instructed him to come closer, opening her arms wide.

James ran towards Y/n, who engulfed him in a big hug when he was beside her.

“Can we draw like last time?” James waited for her answer, expectant.

Y/n didn’t wait for a second to reply, “Of course.”

James took her hand, forcing Y/n out of her seat. Together they started to walk towards a big hall, she knew where it went.

“Use whatever you want from the studio!” Charli shouted from behind them.

The two women fell into a nice chat, not only talking about their partners, adding an innocent pinch of gossip to keep the interesting conversation. Charli was engrossed telling her about the latest one going around their circle, when Y/n’s phone started ringing. Charli took it without taking a look at the screen.

“Y/n!” she called her.

“What?”

“Your phone is ringing!”

“Who’s calling?” she said, appearing at the end of the long corridor.

Carly stayed silenced, when Charli screamed, staring at the phone. “What?” she exclaimed into a thick English.

“What?” Carly mirrored her.

Charli instantly gave her the device, so she read out loud, “Baby M? And a…rat? What the fuck?”

Before Carly could call Y/n again, Charli gained the device back and took another look. A mischievous look appeared on her face, while her fingers went directly to the green button.

“Charli, no-“ Carly tried to stopped her but it was too late.

“Hello?” Charli asked.

“Hi? Y/n?”

Charli instantly knew who it was and wanted to laugh, even though she contained it. She was going to have fun with it as long as she could.

“No, I'm her friend. Who’s this?” Charly continued.

“Umm-”

“Sorry, can’t hear you.”

“Piss off Charli!” Matty finally exclaimed.

Charli let out the biggest chuckled, “Oh my god!” she managed to say next.

“What?” Carly asked beside her.

“Is Matty!”

Matty groaned from the other side, “Get Y/n on the phone!”

“Let me see.” Carly placed Y/n’s phone on her ear. “Hi?”

“Hi Carly, can you put Y/n on the phone?” Matty was more polite now that it was sweet Hann’s sweet wife.

“It’s him!” Carly opened her eyes wide, staring at Charli.

“I told you!”

“What’s going on here?” Y/n interrupted their moment, appearing in the kitchen area.

“Y/n’s here. Hold in line!” Charli said to Matty in a teasing voice. “I’ll communicate her with you, baby M, in a second. Thank you for your patience!”

“Fucking finally.” Matty replied at the other end of the line.

Y/n figured out what was happening with them and her phone right away. She took it in her hand quickly, moving a few steps away from the girls.

“Fuck.” she muttered. “Hi?”

“Hello, baby.” Matty breathed out.

“Are you okay? It’s urgent? Because I have the Scotland Yard officers staring at me waiting to interrogate the hell out of myself.” Y/n said, feeling two pairs of eyes in the back of her head.

“I was trying to ask what you wanted to order for tonight.” Matty let her know it wasn’t that serious. “Go and tell them.” He told her laughing.

“I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, baby.”

“Bye”

Y/n turned around, staring at them in silence.

“You have a lot to explain!” Charli broke the silence.

“Right.” Y/n said, defeated, coming to sit at the table.

“Y/n?” James’ voice came from the studio, calling for her.

“Coming James.” She shouted, smiling wide at the girls. “he’s-“ she pointed towards where the studio was.

“No, you stay here!” Carly stood up.

“I won’t break your son's heart, Carls!” Y/n explained, walking away.

“You can, I allow you!”

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, “I guess I’ll tell you guys later.”

“Are you two a thing?” Charli interrupted.

“Maybe.”

“Oh my god!”

James shouted once more, “Y/n!”

“Be right there, James!”

“I knew it!” Carly said.

“What?” Charli and Y/n stared at her friend, rejoicing herself about the new information.

Carly glanced between them,“Oh come on!” She turned her body to look directly at Charli “We all knew they were going to end together sooner or later. Remember we used to bet-“

“That’s a lot of information, Carly” Charli protested between her teeth.

“You what?” Y/n inquired them, surprised.

They talked at the same time, “Nothing.”

“I can’t believe you!” She turned around.

Carly stopped her, “What? It was a matter of time and a bit of fun for us!” she tried to defend the group. “I can’t believe you’re part of the girlfriends' club now.” she tried.

“I wasn’t invited before?”

“Y/n!” James was getting impatient, his drawing partner was absent for so long. That’s why he meet her at the middle of the hall where she was standing talking with the girls.

“I’m sorry I was-“ she was going to excuse herself, when the boy interrupted her.

“In the time you were gone, I draw this.” he gave her a piece of paper with a big drawing in the middle.

“Let me see.” Y/n took it. “Aww, it’s so beautiful!” she truthfully told him. James blushed.

“It’s you and me, and you’re reading that book you brought went mommy and daddy went out.” he explained, looking up at her admiring his work of art.

“James, I love it! I’ll hang it for everyone to see!” Y/n promised, going after to hug James.

He innocently asked, “I can go to your house to see it?”

“Yes, and we can read another book!”

“Yay!”

Carly and Charli shared a knowing look.

George’s girlfriend dare to whisper, “I think not only one boy of us is in love with her.”

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The whole group was once more reunited at Y/n house for a dinner before the boys had to return to tour and the rest have their own things to deal with.

Y/n already served dinner, a homemade casserole, everyone enjoyed making jokes and teasing each other.

She was leaving plates at the sink, so they could serve dessert, when a pair of hands sneaked around her waist. Y/n recognized Matty’s touch right away.

“Hi, handsome.” she greeted him.

Matty left a kiss on Y/n’s neck, “Hi, I miss you.”

Y/n giggled, “I’m sitting just beside you.”

“I know, not close enough.” Matty pushed his chest further into her back, proving what he was saying.

“You’re so needy.” she teased him.

“And you love it.”

“How did you know?” Y/n turned around inside his arms.

She inevitably thought about the night of her birthday when they almost kissed, and now they were there about to do it freely. Knowing very well that they loved each other more than friends.

“Because I know you like the back of my hand.” Matty’s chest full, proud to know so much about her.

Matty went to kiss Y/n, after missing her for the entire night. Y/n shut her eyes, feeling her arms and legs tingling. She didn’t know when the effect was going to stop, and she aimed for never. Every kiss was like the first for them.

“What the royal fuck?” Ross stopped at the kitchen door, gripping the bread basket between his large hands.

Matty and Y/n broke apart, although Matty rested his left hand on the small of her back. It was the time to tell the rest of the group, he was ready to scream his love for Y/n to all the people around him.

“Ross-” Matty started slowly.

“What’s going on here?” he looked between them.

“What happened?” Adam interrupted them, coming from behind Ross.

Ross left the basket in the middle of the aisle kitchen, screaming “Matty was sucking Y/n’s face!”

“Why are you screaming?” George was the second to interrupt.

“Care to explain, mate?” Adam glanced directly at Matty.

Even though he was ready, once he tried to explain, “We- we’re kinda…” he didn’t know where to start.

“We’re together, guys.” Y/n clarified for the rest of the band.

Ross folded his arms, “For real?”

“For real.” George said instead of Y/n or Matty.

“You knew?” Ross looked at the drummer of the band, in awe.

A smirk appeared on Hann’s face, “It was obvious.” which surprised Y/n and Matty because they thought they were very cautious about it.

“What?” Matty stared at Hann, trying to figure out what he was saying.

“We all knew it was a matter of time…”

“Yes, but still…” Ross protested.

“Why you lots are clucking like chickens?” Charli joined the rest of the group in the kitchen area.

“Y/n and Matty are together…and George knew…” Ross was the one that informed her.

Charli turned to look directly at George, “You knew?”

“Yes, but-” George tried to defend himself.

“You’re sleeping with the dog!” she warned him.

“Charli, you knew as well!” Y/n sided with George.

George’s face changed with this new piece of information. “Care to explain, babes?”

“I found out days ago. When you?” Charli dared him.

“Weeks?”

Charli stared at his face, and proceed to walk out of the room.

“Babe-” George followed her.

“I knew it was going to happen, but this is surreal.” Ross expressed his thoughts out loud.

Matty strengthened his grip around Y/n’s waist. He felt so relieved to be able to show his love so openly, even when it was a small gesture.

“How did you know, Hann?”

“I bumped into you guys making out in the kitchen studio…didn’t notice me. I chose to keep my mouth shut and see how you guys acted out. It was funny.” Hann said, leaving the pair with their mouths hanging open.

“What was funny?” Carly made her appearance in the room.

“Matty and Y/n making out in the kitchen. Do you remember?” Hann reminded Carly about it.

“Oh, yes!”

“Carly, you knew?” it was Y/n’s time to be stunned.

James’ mother shrugged under Y/n’s scrutiny, “Hann told me?”

“What about not telling everyone?” Ross interrogated Adam.

“She’s my wife!” the guitarist tried to defend himself.

“True.”

“Come here, Ross.” Y/n said after taking a look at his still stressed face. She walked far from Matty, rounding Ross’ big form, “You’re still my favourite” she mumbled into his chest.

“Excuse me?” Matty wasn’t happy with Y/n’s affirmation.

“Where is the dessert?” James barged into the kitchen. “What’s going on?” he took a look around all the grown-ups.

“Uncle Matty and aunty Y/n are boyfriend and girlfriend.” Carly explained him.

Y/n returned to Matty’s side, waiting for James’ reaction.

“Oh.” he said lower, staring at the couple. “I’ll wait for the dessert at the table then…” he excused himself, exiting the room.

Hann glanced at Carly, “What was that?”

“He’s a little crush over someone…” she moved her head pointing to Y/n.

“For fuck’s sake!” Matty groaned loud. “I’m not sharing, Y/n.” he warned her.

“Don’t be mean.” Y/n hit him playfully, “I’ll talk with him.”

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James was seated on the chair he occupied the entire night, staring at George and Charli chat at the other side of the glass. The couple was sharing a cigarette and chatting playfully, leaving behind any resentment of the secrets in the group.

“Hey.” Y/n took a seat beside Hann’s son.

He turned his head around to look at her, “Hi.”

“Dessert is coming. A little late, but it's coming.”

“Cool.”

“Are you okay, James?” Y/n inquired.

“Yes.”

“Are you mad with me?”

“No.”

Y/n chose to not say more. She wanted to give him the time to express his worries –if he had them– peacefully.

“Since Matty is your boyfriend now…” James started slowly, shy. “Are you going to stop reading and drawing with me?” he twisted his fingers, not looking up at Y/n’s face.

“No! Never!” she gained his attention again. “I won’t stop being your friend, James!” Y/n reassured him. “Do you want to stop being my friend?”

“Never!” James smiled wide.

“I’m so relieved!” Y/n told him. “Come here.”

Y/n was side hugging James when the rest of the grown-ups returned to the table.

Matty took a seat at the other side of James. “Here’s your piece of cake, Jimbo.” the frontman left a slide of chocolate cake in front of him.

“Thank you!” James tanked him before stuffing his face with it.

Matty couldn’t help to look at Y/n. She smiled at him, making his heart skip a bit.

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It was hours past James’ bed time, when they group moved to Y/n’s living room. James was deeply asleep on Carly’s lap, she was chatting with Ross and Charli meanwhile Hann and George went outside.

Matty and Y/n were cuddling on another couch, in front of them. He had his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, keeping her close.

“You’re really sweet with James.” Matty said, kissing her hair line.

Y/n looked at James’ looking like an angel while sleeping, “I love that kid.”

“Me too.” Matty agreed. “I hope this doesn't sound bad, but I think you’ll be such a good mother one day.” he stated.

Y/n turned her head to look at Matty’s face, “Why?”

“You’re super tender and caring, baby.” Matty ran his hand between Y/n strands of hair.

“Are you getting all soft, Matty?”

“Only for you.”

“Thank you, babes.”

“What about me? Do you think I can be a good father?” Y/n noticed the note of worry between his words.

Y/n sit up properly, caressing his right cheek with her hand, “I do, Matty. I think you’re going to love the soil your kids walk. Always wanting to give them all the best, be the best parental figure…I know you’ll do anything for them.” she was fully convinced of it.

“For our children.” he cheeky said.

“Matty-”

“If you’re not the mother of my babies, I don’t want to have kids…”

Y/n rolled her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder, “That’s a lie.” her eyes heavy with sleep.

“It’s not!” Matty dissent. “I want everything with you, Y/n.” he gazed down at her face.

Y/n settled on his shoulder, “Me too, I love you.” she said before falling asleep, leaving a speechless Matty. It was the first time she said it out loud.

He couldn’t wait to remind her about it in the morning. Adding how much he loved her himself.

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goatcheesecak3 · 10 months ago

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How about Adam x reader who were dating before the trap, maybe got into a fight, but Adam lives because that’s definitely what happened and they find each other.

Also ur NSFW hcs were good so feel free to sprinkle some spice if you see fit :)

Lost and found

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x gn!reader

Fic type: angst, fluff

Warnings: missing person, medically induced coma

A/n: hello!! Thank you for your request, it was such a cute idea!! There's no nsfw because I couldn't find a way for it to fit into this story, but while we're on the topic I just wanna give a message to anyone who saw my Adam nsfw hcs!! I originally posted the unfinished version by accident, but I've gone back and added more to them since! So make sure you're all caught up on those, in my very biased opinion they're extremely canon teehee :^) all can be found in my masterlist as usual

You and Adam had dated for two years before finally ending it about a month ago. The relationship was tumultuous to say the least, epic highs followed by epic lows. Being with Adam could be so wonderful at times, the way he kissed you like you were the only person in the world, the way he would have you folded in on yourself laughing. Your memory was filled with long nights spent talking and falling deeper and deeper in love. Adam was good with his words, which was a blessing and a curse- he could make your heart flutter just as easily as he could crush it. Arguments were frequent, and volatile, he always took things too far. Deciding that this was no way to live, with heavy hearts, the two of you called it quits.

You'd heard around from mutual acquaintances that he'd gotten into a pretty rough spot after the breakup, apparently he'd become some kind of stalker for hire? Like a private investigator but with absolutely no credentials or regard for his or anyone else's safety. It didn't exactly surprise you that he'd gone into a somewhat shady line of work, considering his lack of high school diploma there weren't really many options for him, you wished you could help, but you'd both agreed to keep your distance and move on.

One day however, you couldn't help but break the promise you'd made to yourself, and you asked about him. You'd run into his best friend, Scott at a video store, and despite all your restraint, the words tumbled out of your mouth:

"How's Adam been lately?"

"Pfft how should I know? I haven't spoken to that asshole since he totally bailed on my band photoshoot" Scott scoffed, rolling his eyes disinterestedly.

It wasn't like Adam to turn down paid work of any kind, so you decided to pry deeper,

"What do you mean? He just didn't show up?"

"Yeah, no call, no nothing. He hasn't spoken to anyone. Probably thinks he's too good for me and the guys now with his investigator bullshit, but lemme tell y-"

"Wait, he's actually doing that?! That's so dangerous, you don't think he's gotten himself into trouble do you?"

"I don't know, I got my own shit to worry about. Besides, no one bails on me and gets my sympathy. Scott Tibbs don't chase, baby." He said, all too loudly. You could practically see his ego bulging out of his head.

As you left the video store, the interaction played on your mind. After you and Adam had broken up, Scott was pretty much the only person in his life, and he didn't seem to give two hoots about Adam's wellbeing. Essentially, there wasn't a single person on earth who'd heard anything from Adam in the last week, and no one seemed to be trying to find him. You knew his family were estranged, and pretty much everyone else in his life were all acquaintances at best. If he was in trouble, it was up to you to help.

You headed to his apartment, just to see if he was home. Best case scenario he was, and you got some of your cds back, worst case.. well, you didn't wanna think about that.

You crept up the creaky mildewy staircase of his apartment complex until you reached his floor. Something in your gut felt wrong as you got closer to his door, something that you couldn't quite understand. It wasn't fear, it was overwhelming dread. You always thought there was a big difference between those two feelings; fear was wondering if something bad would happen, and dread was knowing in your heart that it would.

You knocked on his door and waited a beat. Nothing. For whatever reason, a voice in your head told you to try the door handle, and to your surprise, it was unlocked. Adam's apartment looked frozen in time, a half eaten bowl of mouldy noodles sat on his coffee table, an empty beer bottle next to it. Everything looked untouched. That was until your eyes made their way to the floor next to his closet- his camera. Smashed to pieces, and left strewn all over the floor. Your eyes darted up toward his redroom, which appeared to have been ransacked.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. You repeated over and over in your head like a mantra.

Your first thought was that someone he'd been stalking had caught him, followed him home to destroy any damning evidence, then deal with Adam.

Panic set in at this moment, as you rushed through his apartment, desperately hoping he was just passed out somewhere.

"Adam?! Adam?!" You cried out, to no avail.

Of course, the second you had regained enough composure to remember to do so, you called the police and filed a missing person's report. The next few days were filled with police interviews, cutting out and sticking the few pictures of Adam you had onto missing person's posters and plastering them all over the city. You handed them out to anyone who would take them, you gave them to all the venues and corner shops that Adam often went to, and you hounded the police relentlessly.

Sure, Adam was your ex, but my god how you had loved him, how you still loved him. You were the only person in his life who loved him, and you refused to give up.

After 6 never ending days, your phone rang. It was a call from the police.

"We've found a young man fitting Adam's description on the outskirts of the city. He's currently in the hospital in a medically induced coma while the staff tend to his injuries. As he is unable to identify himself at this time, we would greatly appreciate it if you could come down and identify him for us" the voice from the phone said.

This was like music to your ears, you tried not to get your hopes up, but you just knew it was him. It had to be, you could feel it in your heart.

As you stood by the bed of the man, you fell to your knees and wept. He was far skinner, his skin pale and almost translucent, his hair tangled and dirty- but there was no doubt about it, that was your Adam.

"That's him! That's my baby! Oh my god, that's my Adam!" You sobbed, clutching into the police office for support. He looked happy for you.

...

After a few days, Adam woke up. He was by no means in good shape, but he was alert, he was safe, and he was asking for you. He'd had to speak to police before he could have any visitors, but they'd assured him that you had done a great deal to help them find him, and he was touched.

"I thought I was gonna die in that room.."

"You probably would have, if y/n hadn't tried to find you"

"No one else reported me?"

The cop shook his head solemnly.

"Damn... I gotta see her, i- I gotta thank her, i-"

He rambled like this for a while, until he was assured that you were able to come visit him.

...

"Hey, sugar" Adam smiled cockily, despite how weak he was.

You approached the chair next to his bed and reached down to stroke his face lovingly.

"That didn't sound very ex boyfriend of you" You teased.

"Aw come onnnn, I nearly die and you still don't want me back?" He whined, giving you a playful pout.

You chuckled and kissed his forehead,

"I basically saved your life, don't get greedy"

Adam's eyes narrowed, and he looked uncertain, "wait.. are you saying you actually don't wanna get back together?"

You rolled your eyes and pinched his cheek,

"Of course not dummy, I just like watching you squirm"

Adam mustered all of his strength to lift his arms and place his hands on your cheeks, pulling your face towards his.

"You're such a bitch" he mumbled against your lips with a smile

"You're a bitch" you giggled back.

The playful teasing went on for a while, until you were sat in a love filled silence, just holding eachother's hands. Adam was the first to break the silence.

"I'm a changed man, you know, y/n"

"Huh?"

"While I was in that room, you were all I could think about. I kept thinking about all the times I hurt you and I knew I needed to make it right. I made a vow to myself that i was gonna get out of there, and I was gonna get you back... and I was gonna love you the way you deserve to be loved. I'm gonna do that, y/n. I'm gonna prove I deserve to be with you, even if it takes a lifetime... which it probably will now that you basically saved my life"

"Yeah, it's gonna be pretty difficult to level that playing field" you smiled jokingly.

"I mean it, y/n," Adam said, his voice serious, "I promise I'm going to devote the rest of my life to loving you, it's the least I could do".

And several happy years later, he's kept that promise.

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bits-and-babs · 2 years ago

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Hi, I just read your rules again and saw that this request needed to be sent on non anon, so I’m sending it again.

💿

For Commander Mills and the shower prompt please, or it could be a waterfall too. Thank you so much for taking requests 🖤

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 — 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒

summary: grief threatens to consume you far quicker than the creatures that inhabit the moon you have crash-landed on. Mills does everything he can to stop it.

pairing: Commander Mills (65 Movie) x f!reader

word count: 1k

content: 18+ MDNI. Injury, trauma, vague descriptions/mentions of PTSD. Survivors' guilt. Sad sex (?), sort of a hurt/comfort thing. Heavy petting, p in v sex.

➛ mills masterlist | main masterlist | taglist

Cuts seep deep crimson down the length of your forearms, the ichor dripping from your fingertips and into the freezing cold water at your feet. It dilutes, the scarlet cloud swirling amongst the crystal clear river before drifting away with the current.

Closing your eyes slowly, you tilt your head back into the bruising flow of the waterfall as the plummeting stream bludgeons your skull and shoulders. It hurts, your aching body battered and beaten in the crash that had claimed the lives of the cryogenic cargo you had been attempting to shuttle across the universe. You’d lost count of how often you’d been flung into the steel walls- or had you blacked out? You weren’t sure.

A shaky breath rattles in your lungs as you try to expel the pain that sits heavy against your heart. Abandoned on this planet, surrounded by creatures lusting for your flesh with no promise of assistance, you’re beginning to feel utterly hopeless.

“Hey,” a soft, gruff voice murmurs in your ear, lips pressing against the soft cartilage shell as hands swallow the curve of your hips. You lean into that touch, cling to its scarce comfort. The calloused fingerprints circle the arch of your hip bones in soothing circles, soft mouth places open-mouthed kisses across the length of your shoulder. “You’re disappearing again.”

Clearing your throat weakly, you nod your head, chewing on the raw surface of the inside of your cheek. “I’m-… I’m trying not to, Mills.”

“I know,” he urges you softly, skimming his hands across your bare skin. It’s cold to the touch under the stream of the waterfall, but Mill’s proximity sparks heat, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. “I know. Tell me what I can do to help.”

Mills struggles to conceal the concern that laces the casual tone of his request. He’s been worried about you since the crash, scared that the grief, the guilt of being the only other survivor, and the brutality of the planet would swallow you whole. You’d catch him checking on you in the middle of the night, scared you’d… given up.

“I just-“ you choke, emotion roiling in your stomach like the bubbling surface of the water battered by the falling stream. Mills squeezes you tight, letting you know he’s here to hold you together as you shatter. “I just need you. Need you closer.”

You don’t have to ask twice. Mill’s arms encase you, pulling your back to his naked chest ever so gently. Tears stream down your cheeks, mixing with the freshwater droplets that drip from your hairline. He doesn’t mind as you sob into his kisses, plush lips pressing delicately against your own as they tremble. Gentle words of encouragement pour from his mouth like a free-flowing cup of wine, overwhelming, sweet affirmations that still leave a bitterness coating your tongue.

You’re doing so well. I know it’s hard. We’re getting out of this together.

Sinking your fingers into the soaked strands of midnight hair at the base of his neck, you push his head closer to you and smother his proclamations of survival with a heated kiss. Mills returns your hunger, groping at the soft expanse of your flesh with heavy hands.

The guilt drenched you, makes you feel colder than the cascade of the rapids above you. You can feel the press of Mill’s heavy cock twitching at your back; note the swirling arousal that blooms beneath his touch as he sweeps his thumbs across your pert nipples. You’re alive.

Fuck, you’re alive, and it feels so good. Mill’s beard brushes at your cheek as his tongue lathes against your own. You cling desperately to him, afraid that you’ll wake from this blissful dream and return to consciousness, plummeting down to earth in the steel coffin of the ship.

“I’m here,” Mills pants heavily into your mouth, sweeping his palm up the inside of your thigh, “You’re here with me, Sweet Thing.”

You sob weakly, reaching out to grasp onto the rocky cliff face with a trembling hand. “Please, Mills. Please.”

Begging for everything and nothing and for mercy, you let out a blissful wail of relief as Mills sweeps his blunt cockhead against your soaked pussy lips and into your aching cunt.

It’s this. This moment. When you have to suck oxygen into your lungs and focus on the pace of your breaths. The sting of his cock stretches you open, and the distant groans behind your head as the roar of the falls drown him out. You don’t have room to think of anything else, can’t consider the chaos and the carnage that killed off your cargo-

“Mills,” you choke out as he rocks heavily into your hips from behind, slamming hard against the surface of your cervix. It’s a dull pain, breeding pleasure beneath the throbbing sensation as he rocks into you. His palm cups over your breast, squeezing the malleable flesh and pinching at your nipples.

It sparks heavily in the pit of your stomach, the increase in pace causing the slap of his balls against the curve of your ass to sound over the crashing water. You whimper loudly, tilting your head against his shoulder and revelling in how he takes your earlobe between his teeth and groans into your ear.

“Come on,” he hisses softly as your walls squeeze around him, “Come on, I know it feels good.”

The devastating agony of loss melts away as the ebb of your orgasm throbs at the surface of your being. You nod mindlessly, all sounds caught in your throat when his fingertips brush at your clit, and you threaten to cum.

“Yeah? You’re gonna give me everything? I’ve got you, Sweet Thing. I won’t let you go.” He whispers, and it’s so gentle that it shakes your soul.

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glassbxttless · 2 years ago

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Anything with Maurizio

Her Love is my Religion

Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader

summary: Even after four years of marriage, Maurizio still loves you like it’s Day One.

word count: 1.0k+

warnings: 18+ (no sexual themes, but i DO NOT want minors interacting with my content in any capacity), this is a short one! just fluff, alcohol mention

He can see you from across the room, that dress that dips so low— shows just the perfect amount of skin. Your hair is perfectly in place, a wine glass in your hand. You’ve got the prettiest smile on your face, legs crossed at the ankle. You’re speaking to his mother. He orders himself another drink, eyes drifting from the woman he loves to the hoard of men— including his father— sitting at a table a few paces to the left. One day he’ll be at that table, discussing the future of Gucci. But for now, he stands at the bar. He admires his wife from afar. Thinks he couldn’t possibly have gotten this lucky. Like all of the stars aligned just for him.

He thanks the bartender, pushing himself off of the counter. He smoothed his jacket just a bit, hand curled around his glass as he walked over to where you stand. His free arm curls around your waist, head dipping down to press a kiss against your temple. His mother smiles warmly, hand pressed against her chest. “Mio figlio.” She sighs happily, her heart bursting. She’s so proud of where Maurizio is in his life. Of how happy he is with you on his arm. She takes a moment to admire the protective hold he has on you, before she’s looking over for her own husband— excusing herself quietly.

Maurizio smiles, giving your hip a squeeze. “Let’s head out, mia piccola colomba.” He’s tipping your chin up, making you look him in the eye before he’s kissing you. He’s not got a care in the world as he does. Doesn’t pay any mind that there are people around or the fact that you’re at an event. The way your dress hugs your body in all of his favorite places reminds him of your wedding. It reminds him of your bodies pressed close, his hands on your hips and your head on his chest as you swayed to the live music his mother insisted on for your reception. The gleam of your ring under the flashing light reminds him of that night— laying you down in the bed you’ve shared for four years now, how the lamp shone directly onto the gold, letting him know you were officially a Gucci. His wife.

You pull away from his kiss, pressing a hand against his chest with a smile. “lead the way.” you tell him, eager to slip away from the conversations you’ve had to be keeping up on. His hand, large and heavy, wraps around yours. He can feel your fingers twist and tangle into his, something you’ve always done. Ever since that fateful meeting. You’d hold his hand so tightly, let him know you weren’t going anywhere. He brings your hand to his lips as he places both his glass and yours down on an empty tray. He kisses your skin gently, using his free hand to push the door open. His mother and father spot your departure and he just gives them a subtle wave. He’s getting the night with his wife whether anyone likes it or not.

It’s not a long walk, back to your apartment. But Maurizio slips his jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders just as he had so many times before. Your heels are the next thing to leave and he reaches for them, holding them in the opposite hand he’s holding yours in. “Have fun tonight?” he asks softly.

And the truth was, yes. You did have a nice time, believe it or not. You watched Maurizio mingle with those he hasn’t seen in years. Watched him light up because of jokes, smile at ideas he hadn’t thought of, and get praised by others. You watched deep blushes set in on his cheeks at times, you saw him even hug his father. “Yeah, I had a nice time.” You admit, savoring the details for yourself. He doesn’t need to know just how closely you have been watching him tonight, he might as well have an idea already with how closely he was watching you. “We should do it again sometime.” That causes a laugh to rumble out of Maurizio’s chest. “Oh, come on Mau. It wasn’t that bad!” You laugh at yourself. Maurizio had never enjoyed these kinds of things.

Maurizio makes quick work of letting you into your home, flipping the first light switch by the door. “Let’s take a bath?” He suggests. You watch as he disappears into the bedroom off the hall, untying his tie. The ruffling of clothes followed by the sound of the tub in the master bathroom filling up. There’s a large garden tub in there, fortunately big enough for you and Maurizio. And maybe that’s exactly how Mau loves to unwind after these kinds of things. Loves soaking in the hot water, relieving all the tension in his sore muscles— as he holds you close and thanks the moon for bringing you to him.

You’re quick to discard the jacket from your shoulders, leaving it in a messy pile of fabric at the end of your sofa. When you enter your bedroom, the master bathroom door is open wide and you can see Maurizio bent over the side of the tub to adjust the temperature of the water. You let your dress fall from your body. It again, forms a small pile at the end of your bed, just as the jacket had. You smile lovingly, Maurizio has a heart of gold. Just for you. Your underwear forms another small pile at the entrance of the bathroom, your arms wrapping around his waist from behind. His hand covers where yours are locked in place and he smiles, letting you lean against his back. He loves these moments with you more than anything, the ones he can just relax into and not have to worry about the world around you. He stands up straight once the bath has settled in fully, bubbles climbing up the sides of the tub. He’s turning, pulling you into his arms. He smiles down at you, glasses still perched high on your nose. “Four years of loving you and my feelings have never changed.”

You can feel yourself growing hot, unsure if it’s from Maurizio sharing his sentiments or just how exposed you are in front of him while he’s standing in his boxers and t-shirt. His arms tighten his grip around your waist and you sigh lovingly, leaning into his chest. “Mine have never changed either, amore.”

tags ;; @peachyproserpina @eeopxlt

#maurizio gucci #maurizio gucci x reader #maurizio gucci x f!reader #fluff #adam driver character #adam driver fanfic #adam driver fandom #adam driver characters #adam driver #cw: alcohol mention

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bones4thecats · 1 year ago

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This is just another request but could I please ask for Adam and Eve

But how are they react to a Kianna reader

Distancing herself from Adam due to her being a god

And simply thinks he despises her

And her being unable to look Eve in the eye without being reminded of yui

A/N: I love writing for Adam, and writing for Eve is a first, so I apologize @nunezs-stuff if she may be OOC. But, anyways, enjoy~~

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🍎 He saw you the day he and Eve were sent down to Earth

🍎 Adam noticed how when you saw him at Ragnarok how you shifted eyes away from him and seemed to run away everytime he tried speaking to you

🍎 It made him frustrated, but he kept it below the surface

🍎 When Adam finally caught you and asked you why you were avoiding him, as normally Gods just speak humans off before leaving

🍎 Hearing how you feared he hated you since you sided with the Gods at first and failed in keeping both him and Eve in Valhalla

🍎 Adam just sighed and began to comfort you as if you were on of his children, which you were at first

🍎 Best comforter, and best father figure✅

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🍃 When you first met her, you didn’t pay her much recognition, as you were being stared at by the Gods for your vote in their banishment

🍃 But, when you saw Eve after Adam’s fight, crying in the hallway without her sons in sight, you had a glimpse of Yui in her

🍃 It made you feel guilty for everything you had done against humanity

🍃 Adam cared for them all, but he mainly cared for his wife and family

🍃 You walked up to her, despite your body’s pleas of running away

🍃 Hugging her as she sobbed made her remember holding Yui close as she cried about the brothers, the ones you killed that night

🍃 You swore to protect humanity after that moment, finally understanding Adam’s words that day

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writingchalamet · 1 year ago

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Ross had me going feral at my show so here’s an after show sex with Ross 💀😛 pretty much porn with a plot sorry not sorry.

Warnings: oral ( m receiving) semi rough sex p in v, no contraception because these people are horny

You could tell he was rilled up from the way he kept staring off into the distance, and the harsh plucking of the bass strings. Before he had gone on stage he knew he was done for, seeing you in your tiny black mini skirt and an oversized button down of his, left him feeling nothing more but primal. Seeing the full length of your legs shine under the light with every step you took towards him, and how you scented his shirt with your fragrance drove him crazy. He couldn’t wait to finish the tour to spend months plowing you into your mattress.

Now you stood at the side of the stage jumping around with Gabbriette, skirt inching up every time you bounced, steering Ross’s attention away from what should be an easy task for him. He could feel himself growing more frustrated as the night progressed, watching you have so much fun and look so good, he wanted nothing more than to pull you out onto the stage and show you off for all to see. Maybe even take you on the fucking sofa and have the camera man filming project it to the big screen for the thousands in the back to get a clear enough view. Ross had never been more relived to finish a gig in his entire life, the sprint back from B stage should have been enough to wear him down a little, but it seemed to only fuel his fire.

You were waiting, unknowing of his current state, with a huge smile on your face, already hugging and congratulating Polly on a great show, when he appeared. His brooding figure drew closer, pulling away from Polly, you skipped towards him leaping into his arms, laying your head onto his chest. His own arms encase your waist pulling you in tight. "You were amazing babe, as always" You beam up at him, standing on your tippy toes, to reach his lips, softly pushing against his own. "And you were a complete distraction missy, jumping around in that tiny skirt, I could hardly concentrate" Ross whispered as he bushed his lips against your own, your nose twitched shaking your head side to side slowly. One of his hands dragged down your body making its home on your bum, giving it a gentle squeeze, his lips move to brush along the shell of your ear speaking in hushed tones “I want you back in my dressing room for me, on your knees like a good girl” he felt your breath gasp against his neck, your body going rigid. His hand leaving you for a split second to lay a smack on your backside once more, “go” he nods his head, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he watches you stumble away from him.

When Ross eventually finds his way to the dressing room, albeit 15 minutes after he sent you on your way, he wanted to build up your anticipation so made sure pat each member of production giving them a ‘well done’ on his journey. Stopping to have a brief chat with George and John before finally landing at his dressing room door. When he entered the room was dimly lit. And there you were, kneeling in the middle of the room, half the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned exposing the lace of your bra and the delicate R necklace that always hung around your neck. Your skirt had ridden up sitting around the very top of your thighs no doubtably where you had been shuffling around in discomfort. He stood in the doorway just admiring you for a moment before stalking towards you, when he reached you he noticed how you instinctively straightened your back, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. One of his hands gently caressed the side of your face, scratching backwards through your hair, pulling it away from your face, you gasp at the harshness of the tug, looking up at the man you knew you would give everything to. “Beautiful” his words are barely audible but you hear them nonetheless.

The hand tangled in your hair slowly but harshly balls the hair and draws your neck backwards as far as it goes, his other hand warps protectively around your neck, thumb stroking along your jaw as you look up at him with hazy eyes. He leans down brushing his lips across your own in a teasing manner, never fully pressing a kiss upon them. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, I want you to be a good girl and take it” you can’t help but nod instantly, the thought of having his cock inside you has your mouth watering. “Now open up” almost like a second nature your mouth opens at his command, you hear the swill of spit he’s conjuring inside his mouth as you lay your tongue out flat in front of him. Ross leans down close to you and spits on your tongue, lubricating it for you, before returning to his full height. He doesn’t play around any longer as he unbuckles his belt, and unbuttons his trousers, it’s now you notice the bulge laying straight in front of your face. You gently place your hands over his, placing a kiss above the button of his trousers before letting them fall down his legs, you snap the band of his boxers looking up at him giving him a wink just to be cheeky, palming him through the soft fabric, you can feel the predicament he’s been in, he’s throbbing in your hand, you give him a few squeezes before releasing him from his cotton confinements. As soon as he’s free, one hand wraps around himself and the other finds its way to the base of your neck. He pumps himself a few times biting on his bottom lip, making unwavering eye contact with you, he can’t help but love the way you lick your lips as you watch him throb in front of your face, he would never find anyone half as perfect as you, that much he was sure of. He lines up his member at your mouth sighing as he watches you swallow him inch by inch like a pro. “Fuck y/n” he pulls back slowly, allowing you a second to take a breath before shoving himself back in, more forcefully this time, enjoying the little squeak your throat let out muffled by his dick.

Your hands made their home on his hips, steadying yourself, you bobbed your head trying to keep up with his ever growing pace, fingernails piercing the flesh of his hipbones when his thrusts become more vigorous. One of Ross’s hands stroke along your face a jaw, a sign for you that you were doing a good job, although he was picking up pace, you could tell he was holding back, the sight of concentration on his face, brow lowered and eyes screwed shut, you wanted him to reach his full potential, you always loved it when he completely let go. Pulling back away from him with a pop, his eyes snap open, both hands caressing your cheeks afraid he’s done something to hurt you. “What’s the matter baby, are you okay?” Ross rambled words falling over each other. “I’m fine, more than okay, I want you to use me Ross, just let go” you pressed kisses along pubic bone stopping to look up at him before taking him back into your mouth again, “Christ I love you” he mumbles, head facing the ceiling, his fingers tangle in your hair again as he sets a new bruising pace.

Anyone walking past the room would be sure to know what was going on with how loud Ross was moaning and wet sloshing sounds coming from your mouth. You tried your best to breathe through your nose as he plowed into your throat making sure to bruise your oesophagus, your eyes streaming as you looked up at him with admiration. The ache in your throat being numbed out by the sounds coming from Ross, you loved it when he was vocal, it lit a certain fire within you, something you just couldn’t hold off any longer, your own hand slipped from his hip down the front of your body and under your skirt, only able to relieve the pressure for a mere moment before Ross caught wind of what you were doing. You felt the sting of his hand clapping against your cheek, before he pulled ripped himself out of your mouth, pulling you to your feet. You stumble from being on your knees for so long, Ross’s arms secure themselves around your waist and hoist you up off the ground, walking backwards until you are perched on his dressing table. He stands back a few steps, admiring the way your legs stay spread and the way your underwear were soaked through. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” His voice rough, demanding. You shook your head slowly, his fingers reaching to lift your head so you met his eyeline. “Words” leaving his touch there. “No sir” your voice was hoarse and sore to use, a true testament to his power. He steps forwards once more, standing between your legs spreading them further. Your head lulls back resting on the mirror as his lips brush the base of your neck, littering the skin with light kisses. Small gasps escape your lips as his fingers drift their way across your torso, finishing your work of unbuttoning the shirt adorning you, pads of his fingers trailing down your stomach, slipping over the fabric of your skirt, bunching it up further until it sat around your waist like a belt.

His hands land on the back of your thighs, pulling you in until you’re flush with his own chest. “Now tell me, what happens to girls who break my rules” his words were hot in your ear as he continued peppering kisses along your neck and chest, fingers tickling your skin, riling you up even more. “They get punished” he nods, hand moving from your thigh, hovering over the place you needed him the most. “That’s right angel, now tell me, if I fuck you’re pretty little brains out, because I don’t think I can hold out much longer, are you gonna do everything I say?” You practically mewl at his words, leaning into his touch. The rough pad of his thumb draws circles on your clit, finally touching you. His fingers dip into the side of your underwear, pulling them away from your centre, he watches the sex glitter under the light for a moment before a dipping two fingers inside, enjoying the warm and welcoming feeling of you drawing him closer. Your eyes meet and you can feel the intensity in Ross’s eyes, his pupils blown out, looking all over your face. Your lips meet in a feverish kiss, tongue practically prying your mouth open feeling every crevice, and receiving all your gasps and pleas as his fingers continue to penetrate their way inside you. “Ross I need you now” you pant into his mouth. He hums in return, reaching for his cock, fisting it a few times before running it through your folds letting the tip become slick with your wetness. A groan passes his lips as he pushes himself in inch by inch until he’s fully seated in your warmth. You moan leaning your head back against the mirror once more, relaxing into him. Ross gives you a moment, pulling out fully before pounding back in. He sets a ruthless pace, hands coming to hold the backs of your knees spreading your legs wider for him to fuck into you deeper. Your hands clasp around his shoulders coaxing him closer to you, planting your lips on his, the combined sensation of his lips on yours and him pounding deep inside you has you dizzy, you clench around him, walls fluttering at his incessant pace, Ross’s lips leave yours to plant kisses along your neckline, teeth nipping at the skin, he licked the sweat as it formed along your neck and chest.

His pace increasing hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, one thing about Ross was that he never tires, his hips smack into your own chasing the high he was so close to mere moments ago. He looks down peering to where the two of you were connected, enjoying the view of your wet hole enticing him inside, his brow furrows in concentration, thrusting upwards sharply making sure to hit the sweet spongy spot that makes your head spin continuously, “come on sweetheart, I need you to be a good girl for me right now” your legs wrap around his middle, entrapping him with your entire being, you moan his name for all to hear when his calloused finger starts caressing your clit once more, begging for your release. You move your hips in tandem with his own, the melodic sound of your moans and skin slapping filling the room. He perfected his movements on the small bud eliciting a squeak from your mouth, feeling the build up of your high, you kissed along his chest and pulled the hairs at the nape of his neck while he pounded away at you, feeling your walls constricting around his length, your breathe grew tight as he fucked into you at a ruthless pace, your entire body feeling like it had been set alight, “that’s right sweet girl, cum for me” he kissed under your ear as he spoke the words. Hand wrapping around your throat cutting off your supply to oxygen making the feeling even more euphoric. As the band snapped his thrusts grow more sloppy, eventually going rigid, releasing his load all over your walls, feeling warm and full.

He stayed still inside you smile plastering his face, as you giggle, clinging to him some more, you trace his back with your fingers feeling the shirt stick to his sweaty skin. “Fuck I love you so much” he smiles leaning in for another kiss, more sensual this time, taking his time to kiss both your top and bottom lip. “I love you too Ross” you hum back relishing in the feeling of his soft touches, one of his hands places a light smack on your thigh as he pulls out slowly, “right missy let’s get you cleaned up”

#fanfiction #adam hann #ross macdonald smut #fanfic #ross x f reader #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald imagines #ross macdonald fanfiction #Ross smut #matty healy #the 1975 imagine #ross macdonald #george daniel

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average-kitty · 2 years ago

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A Unlikely Monster 🩸

warnings: none

A/N: Wrote this to make up to a close friends disappointment on how part III left off in ASB, hope you enjoyed this and makes up for it 🫶

Word count: 1.1k

F! Vampire r x Wednesday Addams

Wednesday walked down the long corridor, her eyes cold and unreadable as she continued to walk a particularly fast pace. Meanwhile you were in your dorm room, struggling a little bit on your newly assigned homework as you bit at your bottom lip with one of your fangs. You were usually able to finish your homework particularly quick but you were somehow unable to keep your focus on it so you were- of course getting frustrated.

Suddenly your dorm room door swung open causing a loud bang as you jumped , immediately whirling around to see who opened it. Wednesday stood in the doorway, her arms crossed and a frown visible on her face, you look at her with confusion raising a hand to rub the back of your neck.

“Geez, what did I do this time Addams? For your to make such a grand entrance-“ you huff as you turn back around to try and finish and finish your homework, though Wednesday walked over and grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face her, her eyes filled with a fire of anger and- confusion. “I know you took it.” She hissed through her teeth, her nails digging into your shoulder, causing a stinging pain. “Ow- what on earth are you talking about?!-“ you looked up to meet her cold gaze, her eyes narrowing. “My typewriter, I know you took it.” She muttered her voice unchanging from its threatening tone.

“You’ve got the wrong guy Addams!- I didn’t touch your damn typewriter!” You retorted trying to pry her hand off of your shoulder, managing to get her grip to loosen a bit as she pushed back against your attempts. “Liar, I KNOW you have it.” “What makes you so sure…?” You mutter back to her as you continued to slowly but surely get her hand off of your shoulder. “Enid told me you took it.” She finally admitted.

Just as she did so you were able to get the upper hand on her and you threw her down to the floor of your dorm, holding her down by her wrists as she wriggled under your grip. “What makes you believer her? Think about it, what has that mutt done this entire time since I got here?” You questioned her, your own eyes narrowing as Wednesday slowly realized what you were saying…

“I don’t know what your talking about.” She muttered at ypu in frustration, she absolutely despised being proven wrong or outwitted. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, why do you think she said

I stole your typewriter.”

“you stole my typewriter.”

You both spoke the same words as her cold gaze only slightly softened, before you let go of her wrists and stood up, Wednesday following your actions slowly afterwards. She brushed herself off as you watched her do so, your hands in your pockets, chewing at your bottom lip yet again before she looked at you.

Your gaze didn’t separate from her’s, you knew she was trying to scare you off but you didn’t budge, finally she glanced away herself with a huff of frustration turning to leave your dorm. “Hey, no “sorry for accusing you.” For me?” She turned her head to look at you as she was about to leave.

“I don’t do sorry’s.” She snapped as you slammed your door shut, leaving you to your homework- You chuckle softly to yourself

“What a shame….”

(Added on)

Wednesday slammed the door behind her as she leaned against your dorm room’s door for a moment or two- thinking to herself. How could someone who didn’t even seem to be a monster of any sort just throw her down like that? Usually she could just get out of their grasp but- you managed to keep her down. Why did you let her go? You managed to hold her down, giving you the perfect opportunity to get back at her for accusing you of stealing her prized typewriter. Yet- you didn’t, you just let her go like it was a normal thing to be accused of stealing or just being accused in general. God why was she thinking about so much? She shook her head to clear her thoughts a bit as she began walking by to her own dorm, the dorm she shared with- her friend Enid.

She walked through the door and closed it behind her as Enid perked up from her bed as Wednesday glanced around, sure enough there it was- her typewriter, put neatly back on her desk. Wednesday gave Enid a glare as she walked over to her “you lied.” She scolded Enid. “Did I? Oh I guess I did.” Enid shrugged followed by her stretching out. “Why?”

“Because something is possible there, I can tell.” Enid replied as she sat up on her bed “What do you mean?” Wednesday crossed her arms, giving a glare of sorts to Enid. Enid hopped off her bed and gently grabbed Wednesday’s shoulders “What I mean is, you can have a redo relationship!” Wednesday’s thoughts came to halt, a redo relationship? “What?” For the first time in awhile Enid had actually managed to shock Wednesday “I know things with Tyler didn’t work out- with the whole… He’s a monster thing- but this can be your actual first relationship that isn’t being used as a advantage!” Enid squealed, though something that Enid had said did seem to catch Wednesday‘a attention. She could use it to her advantage, to learn how in the world your were so strong- though she wasn’t wanting to put herself into an unwanted position of another possibly dangerous “relationship”…

“Enid I’m not going to…-“ Her fists clenched just thinking about what could happen if she were to let her guard down. “We don’t even know their nam-“ “It’s Y/N.” Enid protested. “Wednesday come on just trust me this once!” She whined “you’re always so miserable and boring- maybe this will loosen you up.” She smiled. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” Wednesday replied. Enid whined in frustration “Wednesdayyyyyy come on!-“

“no.” Wednesday said sternly as she brushed Enid’s hands off her shoulders and walked back out of their dorm room, contemplating to herself.

Enid huffed crossing her arms and Thing crawled out curious about what was happening. “If you convince her to consider it I’ll give you a pedicure.” Enid muttered to Thing. Thing gave a few taps as Enid turned to Thing, “I did not flake out last time! Look I promise I’ll ACTUALLY give you a pedicure this time, Wednesday needs to realize the opportunity she has!-“ Thing tapped a a few more times “Color is my choice though.” Enid muttered as she stuck out her pinky, Thing doing the same. “Good, now go on and work your magic.” Enid instructed as Thing crawled out of the room in an instant.

“Man I’m just too good.” Enid snickered to herself.

#wednesday addams #wednesday adams x reader #f reader #Wednesday #vampire reader

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