#i want him to SUFFER

[sleeplessdreamer14]

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊

summary: Adam catches feelings for a demon and absolutely suffering for it

fandom: hazbin hotel

relationship: adam x demon! reader

contains: canon typical themes, adam being repressed asf

Adam viewed himself as completely righteous and infallible and far above Hell and all its contemptible inhabitants

Every year he and his army would go down and joyfully slaughter as many sinners as they could get their hands on

That was the way things were, and he was more than content with it

But then you crossed his path and fucked all of that up

Of course it wouldn’t be that big a deal if he just thought you were hot

But unfortunately it ran deeper than purely wanting to boink you and be done with it

After a couple weeks of knowing you, it gradually dawned on him that you’d gotten stuck in his head

Try as he might to deny it, and believe you me he’s trying his damndest, Adam wanted more of you, secretly hating how much willpower he needed in order to keep away from you

In a moment of solitude, he caught himself reaching his hand out towards your fiery vision, and was filled with dread as soon as your flames brushed his fingertips and he yanked his hand away

And the worst part is how much he fucking loved the burn

It was at that moment that Adam knew he was fucked six ways from Sunday

He searched himself desperately for any shred of scorn or disgust to focus on you, to blame you for his desire for you, but ultimately came up empty

If Lute ever found out his attraction to you was more than merely sexual, he knew it would go one of two ways;

She would either turn on him in a hot second and he’d be locked out of heaven before he even knew it, or kill you on sight whether you were hellborn or not

Neither outcome was ideal

And Sera would surely condemn him for allowing himself to be bewitched by you

If anyone knew Adam was falling for you, he would definitely fall for real, and he couldn’t let that happen

But it was beginning to look like his fate was sealed

You had quickly become Adam’s most shameful secret

[thekatebridgerton]

That is the fic I want to see. The tons bicycle not being able to preform.

I want Benedict to suffer from involuntary abstinence and I'm glad I'm not the only one. It would be divine justice if this guy, after spending 3 seasons literally F'ing around finally hits the 'find out' stage of life. And if Sophie is the one to deliver that divine justice then more power to the people.

I want this woman to be unreachable for his Dick. Harder to get alone than the queen, I want Sophie the-maid Beckett to have so much experience escaping the attentions of sleazy rich men she automatically positions herself in the middle of a crowded room whenever Benedict seeks her out to seduce her. Give me a Sophie that makes it so hard for him to sleep with her that Benedict is forced to develop a personality. He goes back to his painting, fencing, boxing, swimming, all that to channel his sexual frustration that Sophie refuses to satisfy.

I want his equipment to stop working in orgies, I want his previous paramours to ask what's wrong with him that he can't get it up and I want the camera to switch back to Sophie innocently helping out in the kitchen. Give me a Benedict that yearns obsessively for a lowly maid who has too much self respect to sleep with him. I want the pain to drive him insane, give me the sex dreams, the daytime hallucinations, the staring at Sophie mouth for too long only for Sophie to put him in his place and refuse to give him so much as a glimpse of her ankles.

I want this man to work so hard for Sophie to sleep with him that he doesn't realize he's inlove with her until he's on his knees begging her to show mercy on him and his poor abstinent D.

And I want Daphne, Anthony and Colin to have a silly chuckle Everytime they see him about to tear his hair of because of how sex deprived and frustrated Sophie makes him feel. Who am I kidding I want his siblings to make fun of his newfound impotence.

I want a whole season of Benedict being cockblocked and mad about it

And that's the tea

[cult-of-the-eye]

something about characters who see themselves as generally nice/harmless people being corrupted into doing unspeakable acts of cruelty and then finding they have a taste for it

[tategaminu]

Thinking about how Callum will have beef with Ezran, do dark magic again, deal with Aaravos, deal with destroyed Katolis, deal with Claudia maybe and deal with Rayla suffering again. He's gonna be in so much pain I can't wait 😍

[crossleggedonthebarstool]

for all starscream acts like he’s the best, he sure feels inferior. you aren’t the decepticon second in command for nothing, he keeps telling himself.

but how true is that? everyone always says how easily he can be replaced. he might be the best flier now, the difference stark to before the war.

when is someone finally gonna overtake him?

he keeps holding his helm high, finish so shiny it blinds and acts like he’s second to none. there’s only so much polish can hide. he’s shorter than the average seeker, faceplate a little rounder than usual, not to mention that his nose ridge is somehow way wider than his trine’s.

before the war, they’d mock him. he’d been chubbier then, somehow never losing weight despite cutting out all energon treats and tasty rust sticks. all the jewelry he’d inherited had made him feel like a clown, playing dress up. thundercracker and skywarp had, for all their idiocy, been approached plenty by other mechs and femmes.

not him. he’d always stood to the side, waiting for someone to finally look at him. and when someone finally did, why did it have to be his downfall?

[justkillingthyme]

Des Sickfic based on the idea that when he gets sick he gets sick BAD. I’m talking fever of 104 delirious type sick. And with that comes that he automatically tries fighting anyone that tries taking care of him because his thoughts are Certainly this Is Targent trying to kill me and not Raymond trying to give me medicine

[grimreaperofroleplay]

I don't know about you but my bingo card for S3 of maws is just gonna be full of Clark suffering through the after affects of the black mercy shit because God let us see this boy vulnerable and in need of a therapy session, that's the least he deserves after the shit pack the writers put him through, It's also because I want to PHYSICALLY see this 6 something ft man BREAK INTO SOBS AFTER UNABLE TO SAVE SOMEONE BECAUSE GOD I NEED THAT, I NEED TO HIM NOT ABLE TO SAVE SOMEONE BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T WANT TO BE SAVED I WANT HIM TO SHATTER I WANT HIM TO CRY AND BREAK!! I WANT HIM TO SUFFER I WANT TO SEE HIM IN SUCH A FRAGILE STATE THAT SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS A MISUNDERSTOOD WORD GETS TO HIM. I WANT HIM BROKEN.

Anyways

Thank you for coming to my pep talk^^

[beholdtheelsewhere]

The immense joy I feel knowing this fandom collectively loves and adores Reigen and equally wishes to see him be ripped apart and torn to shreds.

[amberitedragon]

It's over isn't it?

Jamil realizes he has feelings for Kalim. But it's too late. His master is getting married to his new wife who he shows he loves. He should've noticed sooner. But it's over isn't it?

He was fine. With the women. Who would come into his life now and again.

Cause he knew. That they didn't really matter until her.

After all these years, he's never think he'd lose.

It's Over Isn't it?

[zbearhugz]

**TW Apollo**

Ngl, I'm loving all the terrified faces Asspollo's making in the latest episode.

AND THE FACT THAT HE GOT BEAT UP (wish it could've lasted a bit longer though 😓).

[gauloiseblue]

You carved your love on mine / And left a wound / That refused to heal

(Younger!Simon Riley × Older!Reader)

[+18 | Adult Content MDNI]

TW: manipulative behavior (reader), toxic relationship

He met you when he's still young and reckless. You were enticing, dark, with your moral compass pointing to the south. With your words, you lured him into your world, where all the rules didn't matter except for yours.

He couldn't remember exactly when, or why you took interest in him, but you weren't afraid of showing it. Just like a fool, he took a bite of your poisoned apple.

The first time you marked him as yours was when you pricked his earlobes with earrings. It was a black and round pair, and the wounds slowly healed under your care. You smiled every time you saw your handiwork, and he got a sense that your love was gonna mold him into a puppet on strings.

The second time happened on impulse, because you tempted him with your work of art. You weren't a tattoo artist, but you drew intricate designs in your note. You told him you always wanted a tattoo, but upon an unfortunate circumstance, you were denied every chance of having one. So he offered himself to be your canvas instead. The next day, his forearm was wrapped with cling film, and you kissed him on his cheek as you both exited the tattoo parlor.

The third time you did it was when he wanted you, but you didn't reciprocate. Instead, you asked him to lay down, as you put his wrists on handcuffs. You tortured him for hours with your hands and toys, and never gave him what he needed. You pushed him to the point of frustration, and it made him cut himself from pulling too hard on the metal cuff. You kissed his tears away when you're finished, carefully tended his wound as he laid there, completely spent.

The fourth and the fifth time occurred at the height of your obsession, and he liked you enough to let you use him. You decorated his arm with blank ink, before you paid a tattooist to embed your work into his skin. It took a month to heal, but it was worth it, since you'd trace your finger on his arm when you both laid on the bed. Your touches lingered with him for a long time, and he'd caress the lines of his tattoo—absent-mindedly—as he thought of you sometimes. And he still does it, even to this day.

The sixth time you left a mark on him was the result of his confession. He told you about his plan to enter the military, and you sneered as you taunted him about his pain tolerance. He ended up on your bed, pinned down, as you worked on his nipples. He hissed in pain as you pierced his nib, before you slid the little rod into his skin and screwed it shut. Your eyes darkened as you watched him laid under you, panting, and helpless. Then again, you always liked him when he's powerless.

The seventh time was different, since he was the one who put the mark on himself. He told you that he loved you, that he wanted them to be something more. Yet you were silent, you didn't look at him in the eye. He took your hands into his, trying to get the words through you, but you pulled them away. "I'm sorry." You muttered to him, "I can't love you the way you want." He asked you, begged you for a chance, but once again he's met with your silence. So he swallowed his words, and lied that he's content with what they had.

The eighth time you ruined him, was the time when you took him on a holiday. It was a three-day trip, and you were the one who's driving. The two of you went to the countryside, slept on cheap motels, ate at old diners, and lazed around wherever you liked. You both stopped at a quiet lake, where he took a photo of you for the first time. You were smiling, with your eyes crinkled with amusement. That was the day when he realized he loved you more than he let on. At a Chinese shop near the hotel you both stayed in, he brought you a jade ring in lavender color. You kissed him senselessly once you received it, turning him drunk with the only kind of affection that he knew—on the bed, two bodies tangled, with heavy breaths filling into every corner of the room.

Perhaps the only time you've ever been honest to him, was the ninth time you marred him with false hope. He was lying on the bed with you in his arms, when you suddenly asked him of what they'd become. He furrowed his brows, as he lifted his head to look at you.

"We can be anything you want." He answered.

"What do you want us to become?" You asked him again.

"I want us to be married."

Your eyes widened, before a laughter erupted from your lips. "It's not possible, I'm the daughter of a politician."

"Run away with me, then." He replied, with a certainty in his tone, "We can live together, just you and I."

"My father would catch us in no time."

"We can leave the country, change our names, and live somewhere quiet."

You looked at him with an amused smile, and a strange sense of pity that he could only decipher once he lost his naivety.

"Do you think we'll be happy living like that?"

He shrugged, "Maybe. But I know I'll be happy with you."

You chuckled at him, before you gave him a kiss. "I hope you never change, Simon."

You didn't mean it, but he didn't know better. You made him believe that you were capable of love, and he gladly took it as a promise.

And he was happy, he was happy that you're happy with him, at least that's what it seemed. He thought they'd stay that way, until you maimed his heart for the last time.

He was in the kitchen when you told him that it's over, that you could no longer keep this going. He could only listen as you confessed to him about your engagement with a man of your father's choice. He felt his heart twist as you said that it's inevitable, and there's nothing he could change. You shouted at him when he grabbed you by your wrist and demanded you to think it over. We can run away together, we can leave the country, just stay with me. But you shoved him away, telling him things that you knew would hurt him. You forced him out of your apartment and slammed the door in his face. He convinced himself that everything would be fine by tomorrow morning, and you'd change your mind once you realized that you loved him. But when he came in the next day, he found your place had been emptied. He searched for you—even just a trace of you—in every room, only to find a single ring on the table.

And just like that, you disappeared from his life. Leaving him with a self he no longer recognized.

You left such an imprint on him, that you ruined him for another love. But you, no part of him stayed with you. You slipped his ring off your finger just as easy as you slipped away from him.

He never saw you again, and never once did he not think of you in a day.

Years would pass, and he'd keep on searching for your face in the crowd. It became a habit of him, as he'd look around, wishing to catch even just a glimpse of you. Until he found you everywhere, in the train station.

You were on the front page of every newspaper, with a man beside you. A promising man, with a promising career in politics. You were smiling, but it wasn't the grin you used to show. When he unfolded the newspaper, he noticed the little accessory on your fourth finger. It's no longer made of the lavender jade—rather, it's a silver one, with a diamond adorning the top.

A mark of someone else's possession.

And a proof that you're never his.

[kandidandi]

get angsted loser

[thekatebridgerton]

I have noticed, Especially with the last two seasons that the show loves to punch up the drama.

Do you think during Benedicts season, he will get Sophie pregnant. The drama of him running to jail to rescue his lover and unborn child. Not to mention THAT confession to his mother. She would probably want to crack his head open.

Imagine Sophie waiting and wishing for her courses to come. Her torment in trying to avoid her mother's fate but it coming to pass anyways.

What do you think of this theory?

You know at this point they're ramping up the drama so much that I wouldn't put it past Shonda to pull that move. And I agree it would be on character and very dramatic.

But since we're in the subject You know what drama I 100% wish on Benedict for season 4. I want him to suffer the curse of celibacy.

He's been so hyper sexualized for the past 3 seasons that at this point I want him to not have sex for a long period of time. I don't just want Sophie to reject his advances, I want this man to get cockblocked so often anytime he thinks he's close to getting lucky that he starts hallucinating from the pain. I want sex to be this close and escape his reach every single time. I want Sophie to drive him so insane he can't even get himself off properly. Until he's begging Sophie to just put him out of his misery and make an honest man out of him.

And only after all this, then yeah, they do it, bring on the drama, Sophie falls for the seduction and ends up pregnant and in jail, why not.

But first I want Benedict to suffer a serious case of not getting it up. Call me petty but he's been getting sex offered on a platter for 3 seasons, to the point it annoyed me. I want sex to be so hard for him to get when it comes to Sophie, that he's practically crying in relief when he does sleep with her.

And that's the tea, for now

[taranasaurustea]

I think it would be funny if all the people Fyodor has possessed over the years are in the back of his consciousness constantly commentating on everything and insulting him.

[i-am-trans-gwender]

I'm going to tell my far right older brother that there making a woke reboot of Breaking Bad. Walter White and Jessie Pinkman are now Walter Black and Jessie Pinkwoman. Instead of selling meth they sell hormones.

I want to see my far right older brother have a melt down over this. It think it's mad funny.

[belanova]

I hope Quackity LOSES the custody and Wilbur & Luzu Become the parents of Tilín and Quackity forced to Become parents with BBh