#like okay if you will be adamant about it alright fine. but maybe try other authors like dee lestari or ziggy z first

[lucaonthropy]

Overheard someone saying T*re Liy* is the best author in my country and subsequently took psychic damage

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬

order 85 | scenarios | Riddle, Leona, Azul | Gender Neutral

❀ NOTE: Can you guess what my inspo is? (In English class my nose randomly started dripping blood)

Small description of blood (nosebleeds specifically)

➺ Riddle Rosehearts

It happened at the worst time, during a small tea party with Riddle. With Trey serving tea and all these little pastries you felt like nothing could go wrong.

You felt something come out of your nose and you sniffle, just dismissing it until it doesn’t stop.

“MC…” Riddle gives you a harsh look.

It was sorta embarrassing when Riddle gives you that look. “Sorry sorry maybe something triggered my allergies!” You cover your nose and then you look down at your hand, you understand why he was staring.

Riddle rushes over to you with a hand towel and presses it against your nose while he leans you forward.

“Does it hurt? Are you okay? What did you do??” He continuously asked questions one after another.

Even after you insist you’re fine and nothing in particular caused it, he’s adamant on keeping an eye on you.

“I think you need first aid…” He says while staring at you from the other side of the table.

“Riddle I’m fine—“

“I can’t let you leave, maybe you need a check up.”

༻ Leona Kingscholar

You were talking to him, you weren’t there to talk to him because you wanted to but you just owed Ruggie a favor and he asked you to get Leona and bring him back at Savannaclaw.

He was laying on the floor looking the other way while you stared down at him. “Look, Ruggie really needs you.”

“He can wait.” He grumbled.

“He said right now. Seriously he sounded really concerned when he sent me.” You tried to reason with him.

You went from politely asking, getting angry, whining, then to just pleading. Throughout the entire time he didn’t look at you once.

In the middle of your sentence you sneezed, you felt something drip out of your nose and you quickly covered your nose with your hand.

“Bless you herbivor…” he trailed off and turned his body towards you.

“Sorry this is kinda gross.” You said while covering your nose more.

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s alright this will go away.” But it just kept going, with his napkin you had no idea what to do.

He stared at you trying to clean your hand up and also your nose until he had enough. He mumbled under his breath before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“I’m only doing this because I don’t like the smell of blood. Let’s go to the infirmary.” Though when he said that, you couldn’t see the look of concern on his face.

⊱ Azul Ashengrotto

He was locked up in his office as per usual but you had some business to deal with. You had a temporary deal where to work for Mostro Lounge for money just for a week. Despite being a temporary employee you had the same expectations.

“Azul, please…” You bowed deeply to him. “Just let me go home early.”

“I don’t see why. It’s only been 3 hours and you have 2 more. Why not just finish off your shift for today.” He replied back with a displeased look.

“Because I have homework! I need those hours for studying.” You argued. He simply rolled his eyes and returned back to his paperwork.

“Very well, if you leave though you are terminated and won’t receive any compensation for the hours you’ve worked this week.” He said calmly with a smug look on his face.

You were about to grab him and shake him around. Until you sneezed, you covered your sneeze with your arm and held it there, feeling something was wrong.

“Your sleeve, that’s not sanitary for customers. You should get changed.” He grabbed a tissue and held it out to you. You removed your arm away from your face and stayed silent.

He almost yelled, key word almost, and stood up rushing over to you. “I don’t think this is normal for humans?! There’s so much blood…”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to get the uniform dirty.”

“I don’t care about that.” He abruptly said, “You need first aid.”

Even when you protested and guided you into his seat and pulled out the first aid kit.

[mandarinmoons]

hi! could I maybe request a spencer x reader where reader is a college student (she's like 20 something) and her exams are coming up and she's really struggling with stress and anxiety and low self esteem and no motivation and in the process shuts spencer off but spencer is a very stubborn and caring boyfriend and tries to help her?

have a great day love! 🫶��

Countless papers and empty cups of coffee littered your desk as you were sitting, slouched in your chair. You’d lost count of what time it was, the last thing you remember was that it was around 8:30 in the morning when you woke up, had some toast for breakfast and dove into your studies. Now, the sun was setting and your stomach was aching because of how empty it was and yet you still stayed in the exact same position, scanning your notes and trying to memorize every detail.

You were so deep in your studies that you didn’t hear your boyfriend Spencer let himself in. Spencer looked over your apartment and saw how unlived it looked. Usually your TV would be on with a random show playing in the background and the smell of your favorite candle filling the air, but it was dead silent and no hint of magnolia was sensed anywhere.

As he walked into the kitchen he barely saw any dishes in the sink which made him concerned. Spencer knew that you were working hard on preparing for your final exams, but seeing you not taking the time to take care of yourself worried him deeply.

Spencer walked to your bedroom and sighed when he saw you resting your head on your desk, head nestled between your arms.

“Sweetheart…”,

He made his way to you and rested his hand on your head, his thumb caressing over your hair. The act of affection awoke you and you stayed put as you let Spencer comfort you.

“I think you’ve been working too much.”

“I’m okay.”

Spencer crouched down to your level and brushed the hair out of your face, “Your face says otherwise.”

You rolled your eyes at his words and a light chuckle left his lips. Spencer was always worried about your well being and especially for the past few weeks. You had a habit of throwing yourself into your work and giving it your all, but in the process you’d forget to take care of your basic everyday needs and Spencer was adamant about reminding you of the smallest of tasks, from brushing your teeth to drinking enough water.

“Spencer, I’m alright. You don’t have to keep checking up on me.”

Spencer wanted to believe you, but the tears in the corners of your eyes told a different story.

“I’m fine Spence, really,” the tears poured down your face before you had a chance to hide them, your throat burning as you tried to hold back a cry.

Feeling ashamed, you wiped at your cheeks harshly and Spencer pulled you tight into his chest, one hand still caressing your head while the other one rested on your back.

Sobs racked through your body as all the pent up stress finally had a chance to be let out, shaking from anxiety and hiccups being choked out.

After some time, your cries calmed down and you felt your body go limp in Spencer’s arms, as the crying had exhausted you to the point where you thought you would fall asleep right then and there.

Before you had a chance to let the exhaustion consume you, you felt Spencer pick you up and lay you down on your bed. He crawled down next to you and brushed his thumb over the red streaks across your cheeks. He looked so sad, seeing how your state of being affected him so much made you feel guilty. Why couldn’t you have taken more breaks? Spencer was probably scolding you inside his head for skipping lunch so many times.

“I’m not mad at you, you know.”

“You’re not?”

Spencer shook his head and rubbed his thumb over your temple, “I could never be mad at you.”

Another set of tears were burning your eyes as you took in his words. Before they had a chance to spill over, Spencer nuzzled closer and kissed your cheek a few times causing you to giggle.

“I hope you know you’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

“I know.”

“Good, now,” Spencer pulled you close into his chest, the smell of his cologne instantly putting you at ease. It's as if the anxiety attack you experienced not too long ago never even happened.

“I want you to stay put for the next hour or so, just rest and then later we’re going to take a bath and have a nice dinner, how does that sound?”

“That sounds amazing,” your face was already tucked into the crook of his neck, feeling Spencer squirm lightly as your breath tickled his neck.

It always amused you how sensitive he was and you were trying your best not to place a kiss to the skin of his neck as you knew he’d erupt into laughter, a sound that easily made even the worst days brighter, but you decided not to tease him, for now at least.

What was supposed to be an hour of cuddling, turned into both of you waking up at 9 PM, dazed and not knowing what planet either of you were on.

Seeing that it was a little too late to prepare dinner at this time at night, you both settled on frying some eggs & bacon and Spencer cut up some fruit for the side, as well as telling you some fun facts about them.

“Did you know that bananas are full of several types of antioxidants that are linked to reduced risk of heart disease and macular degeneration?”

“I do now.”

As you finished eating, Spencer wouldn’t let you go back to sleep until you had a shower. You huffed and got in the shower, letting the warm water run down your body as you lathered your loofah in soap.

Walking out of the bathroom clean & fresh, you walked to your bedroom and a gasp left your lips as you took in the sight in front of you.

The room was lit up with candles, the signature scent of magnolia in the air. The bed was covered in multiple pillows and blankets, making it the coziest spot you’ve seen in a while, while the papers on your desk were organized into neat stacks.

“How’re you feeling?”

Turning your head, Spencer walked in and held two mugs, the smell of peppermint emanating from them. Peppermint tea, once again, one of your favorites.

“A lot better now, thanks,” Spencer handed you the mug as the both of you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N, you can’t keep going on like this.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

Your eyes settled on the mug in your hands as Spencer’s hand found its spot on your lower back again.

“Don’t be sorry, just try to tell me when you need some help, okay?”

“I will.”

“Good.”

Spencer pressed his lips to your forehead in a kiss before resting his own forehead against yours, as a simple act of intimacy that meant the whole world.

“Now c’mon, let’s have our tea before it gets cold.”

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[fuctacles]

Under pressure

For @subeddieweek Day 1 | M | 1177 | accidental subspace, non-verbal communication, sleepover, Steve-instinctive-Dom-Harrington | Ao3 Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Ao3

Eddie avoided fights because he was a coward. A pussy, even, he'll admit. But there was a whole other reason for him avoiding sports.

He wasn't a big fan of physical contact. 

But since he's become better friends with Steve Harrington, he's been discovering things about himself. Things he wished would have stayed hidden. Forever.

The first time, it was a tussle for the remote. Eddie refused to watch another episode of whatever the fuck capitalist media was trying to spoon-feed them, while Steve was adamant there was a plot that he was invested in. One elbow to the gut and some pulled hair later, he landed underneath the guy, his weight pinning him to the ground.

Melting his bones.

Soothing.

"You okay?"

Steve sounded concerned about Eddie's sudden silence, and his mind scrambled to salvage his dignity. All he could manage was a groan, which Steve thankfully interpreted as a sign of pain and not the sudden weakness that it was. 

He instantly hopped off of him, apologizing.

Eddie has been avoiding and yearning for the touch ever since.

He had never considered Steve like that, but apparently being sat on was the biggest turn-on for his poor little dick, and now it was all he could think of at night.

His doom comes when he has to sleep over after a night of drinking. Steve insisted they share a bed, that it was alright, and Eddie foolishly believed him. 

It is fine until Steve rolls over to put away his glasses. 

"Shit, sorry. I just gotta..."

They didn't think this through, because Eddie was the one next to the bedside table, the one Steve was trying to reach. He almost crawls over Eddie to accomplish it, his weight heavy on top of him, pressing him to the mattress and making his mind go blank. 

He bites his lip so hard he probably draws blood, but it doesn't stop the whimper Steve's body literally pushed out of him.  Steve freezes. 

"Are you alright?" He drops the glasses and shoots up. "Did I hurt you?"

Eddie can't answer. His brain is screaming at his mouth, but he can't manage a single word, all he can think of is Steve's body back on him, that weight pressing him down, immobilizing him. He could probably reach pure bliss with just that.

When he doesn't get an answer, Steve pulls on his shoulder to flip him on his back. Eddie whines in protest but doesn't have enough control over his muscles to stop him. His shame gets put on display and Steve's eyes widen.

"Eddie?"

His pupils are huge as he blinks owlishly up at his friend.

"You okay?"

Eddie nods.

"Do you need anything?"

You. On me, against me, in me.

He shakes his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. This seems to frustrate Steve.

"Eddie, come on," he groans. "Clearly something's wrong. Do you need water? I can bring you some." He moves to stand up, but Eddie's in the way. He has to throw his leg over him, and Eddie presses his eyes closed, begging his body not to react.

It's enough to alert Steve, though, and he freezes hovering above him, mid-movement. 

"Huh."

It's a soft sound, barely there, and Eddie decides to keep his eyes closed. Maybe if he does, whatever realization Steve has gets forgotten, and he moves on, brings him the damn water, and maybe throws it on him like on a horny dog. Maybe that would help him.

But no, the ‘huh’ is followed by Steve settling down on his hips.

Oxygen escapes him in a whiny breath, and his body presses up without his control, seeking that delicious weight of another body. 

"Want to make out about it?" Steve asks out of the blue like any normal person would in these circumstances. But Eddie doesn't answer him, he can't, and he doesn't know. He can only stare and writhe under him, making tiny sounds of need he can't comprehend. Steve frowns down on him, partially concerned, partially curious. 

"Don't feel like talking?" he asks. Eddie gives him a nod. He hums. "Can you answer some yes or no questions? Nod for a yes and shake your head for no."

Nod.

"You can blink twice if you don't know or don't want to answer. Okay?"

Nod.

"What do you do if you don't want to answer?"

Eddie blinks twice.

"Good. Great." Steve smiles, and Eddie mirrors it through his haze. "Are you feeling alright?"

Nod.

"Do you need water?"

Shake.

"Do you need the bathroom?"

Shake.

"A snack?"

Shake.

Steve considers him, perched on top of his body. Eddie tentatively reaches up, palms resting on his thighs. Steve's gaze follows his fingers, where they just rest with no ill intent, only there to touch.

"Will we talk about it more in the morning?"

Eddie hesitates. Does he want to talk about it? To bring his shame to the light of day, confess the budding crush on his friend? But Steve doesn't seem angry, he's not kicking him out of the bed. He's being soft and gentle and trying to understand. Maybe in the morning, they could understand it together. Tentatively, he nods.

That eases Steve's frown a bit, but he sighs when another problem hits him.

"I don't know what else to ask," he admits with a huff. 

Eddie wants to help, so he slides his hands up, towards his hips, and tries to convey as best as possible where he wants him. He stares into his eyes, begging him to understand.

"Want me to lay down on you?"

He nods furiously, excited to get what he needs. 

Steve looks down. It's a minuscule movement of his eyes, but it's there. He will know if Eddie's hard when he moves, but he needs the heads-up. The bulge in Eddie's sweats is noticeable but not fully there, to Steve's relief. Having his friend under him in such a pliant state is already overwhelming as it is, and he knows Eddie will feel his own chub when he moves. 

"We're just sleeping tonight, alright?" Steve clarifies and Eddie nods without hesitation. "And cuddle a bit, I guess." Eddie nods again.

He moves, watching his friend’s face for any sign of distress. Eddie’s hands slide around him in an embrace that's more comforting than Steve's ready to admit, and soon they're chest to chest, legs tangled, and he has to crane his neck to maintain eye contact.

"That alright?"

Nod.

Eddie's hands squeeze him minutely and Steve settles down against his shoulder, finally resting his full body weight against him.

The man underneath him sighs, and it's like his whole body deflates. He makes a content sound in the back of his throat, and Steve wants to cry. It's so endearing and so comforting to have Eddie trust him like that. To have him turn into mush in his presence. 

He hopes he's not overstepping when he presses his nose to Eddie's neck, inhaling him and softly caressing his skin when he murmurs a "goodnight, Eds."

[fiendishfables]

hello!! i saw ur blog and i was super excited to see another aroaceee is it alright if you do platonic adam x reader headcanons? he can be reader's friend, sibling, or preferably reader's father figure as long as its platonic, anything u'd like is fine! sorry if my request is kinda weird lol, i just haven't seen a lot of platonic hazbin hotel stuff (especially stuff with adam in it)

a/n: Always good to meet other aroace individuals, indeed. I personally love Adam, he is absolutely my favorite character. I’ve been dying to write for him more and thinking of him as a dad is just my favorite scenario-

warnings: cursing, Adam being Adam, brief mentions of sex, subtle hints at Lute x Adam (if you squint)

words: 944

additional notes: this was one of my first asks I ever got; I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Enjoy~!

Adam as a Father Figure

Headcanons

First of all, he never expected to actually have a kid of his own, but now here he was

By the time you turned 6, you knew about every single curse word in existence, along with a (disturbingly) decent amount of female anatomy

Lute gets promoted to babysitter

When Adam is off performing with his band or needed in the council/other Heavenly resides, Lute is responsible for keeping track of his child

Even if she lost you (which she has, multiple times) he won't be that worried

You were a kid and as far as Adam knew, kids needed food

Hence how he knew you would find your way back to him eventually

Okay scratch that, maybe he does get a little worried...a lot

Starts to doubt his ability as a parent

Once he even got Sera to send out a search party for you because you had been gone longer than usual

It worried him sick whenever you went exploring, but he was almost a bit prideful that his offspring had managed to inherit his sneaking around capabilities already at such a young age

Lute has had to console her boss many times in response to your random disappearances under her watchfulness

He has legit been facedown on the couch with his head in her lap whilst he bawls his eyes out, blabbering to her about his worries pertaining to you, and then somehow that stems to his hopes and dreams in life (he doesn't wanna talk about it)

Only for you to walk in with food from some random location about 10 minutes later

You'd be on the floor as soon as you enter the domicile because Adam would have jumped on you and then proceeded to hug the very life out of you (all while stealing your bag of food in the process and running off with it)

Calls you a bitch, dumbass, and 'a little shit' for worrying him

Though he would never openly admit he had been worried

He doesn't care if you have a social life, he wants you home safe before 9pm, sharp

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Teaches you how to play guitar

He claims its because he wants to pass on one of his awesome talents to his only child, but he also really wants you to join him and his band on stage one day or another

You are in the starter stages of learning and are able to accurately get chords down and learn to read sheet music

A tear just may have come to his eye

The first song you two ever perform together is "Hell is Forever"

He did see someone try to give you a rose after your performance and nearly knocked them out

Trust him, he's a sex and relationship positive guy (for the most part) but he also can't help but feel like he wants to protect you at all costs

If you dare to call him over-protective, he will very gladly give you the silent treatment for a good 5 minutes

After that time mark, he will be groveling at your feet and whining about how sorry he is (rare that he actually says 'sorry')

His biggest fear is his own child having it out for him and not wanting anything to do with him

A clingy parent, no doubt

Wants to train you in the ways of becoming an Exorcist Angel

Poor guy is a bit insecure about everything and needs extra reassurance, though he would never ever outwardly ask for it

That's a sign of weakness in his eyes

Not for his child though

You come to him with even the smallest hint of watery eyes and he is already going full dad-mode

Determined to find the fucker who made you upset

Promises to give em' a good ol' kick in the balls (or vag)

Adam won't discriminate, he's just there to beat the ass of whoever hurt his precious baby

He will get in a fist fight with Sera in order to make you happy

Just expect to be the one he then blames when he gets demoted

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Adam totally took lots of naps before he had a child, so this just makes for the two of you ending up crashing on the couch together and creating a melodic tune out of your in-sync snoring patterns

Anything the two of you can do together without constantly arguing is a miracle, so this is to be cherished

He has definitely given you some very creative nicknames (as he calls himself 'Dickmaster')

Lute has taken many pictures

She wants to make a photo album and give it to Adam one day just to piss him off

But as she knows how much he really cares for you, she does not want to risk him growing apart from you due to something stupid she did for a few momentary laughs

Let's you two have your moments without interrupting

The two of you always fight over food and who gets to pick where you go for the evening, if going anywhere at all

Lute claims that you are making Adam all the more emotional, but no one seems to be complaining

Especially not the High Council

Its nice to have him shut his mouth for once and remotely think about his actions and who they could potentially effect

Adam has something to lose now, and everyone in both Heaven and Hell alike knew it

No demon spawn would ever get to set even a foot near you

You were the first life he felt truly responsible for

He refuses to fuck it up and lose someone else he cares about

He would protect you until the ends of time, whether you liked it or not

[justice4canyonmoon]

something about y/n losing her virginity to harry? please

I hope you enjoy almost 3k words of the softest filth I've ever written 😉 Also, I pictured this as LHH (my beloved) so that's why he's described as having long hair!

warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! vaginal fingering, nipple play (briefly), p in v sex, loss of virginity, innocent reader, soft dom! harry

WC: 2.8 k

Your parents always told you to wait until marriage. Said it wasn’t “ladylike” to give yourself to someone before you were truly dedicated to one another for life. And for a long time you believed them. But now, you were about to graduate college, and you still hadn’t had sex. Your friends all had: Sarah, Mitch, Adam, Harry, Niall, and all of the other people you hung out with found someone to suit them (with Mitch and Sarah it was each other, which you all totally called your freshman year). But you still hadn’t. And you had to say, you didn’t really believe your parents anymore. You wanted to see what the fuss was about. And you wanted it with Harry.

You had always had a bit of a crush on him: the long curls, bright green eyes, full lips, and dimple had drawn you in when you first met in your math class, but his sweet smile, gentle laugh, and kindness made you fall head over heels. Every time he got a new partner, your heart broke a little more, and every time he broke up with them, it healed again. You went through this vicious cycle all throughout your schooling, but tonight, you thought maybe you could break out of it. Harry had been single throughout your whole senior year, and your friends were hanging out at his place tonight. Maybe you could get him alone…

“Alright, I think you’ve had a few too many, Mitch. I’ll get him home.”

Sarah held her boyfriend up, still giggling at how he could barely get up from the chair. Adam had already gone home, since he had an 8-page final essay due for his writing class, and Niall hadn’t been able to come since he was studying for his music theory final. As soon as Harry finished helping Sarah get Mitch out to her car, he came back to find you still on his couch, taking a small sip from the bottle of hard cider you had been drinking. You purposefully didn’t drink enough to get you drunk, wanting to remember this. Sure, this could go horribly wrong and Harry could reject you and not want to be your friend again. But maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way as you. And you would get what you wanted.

“Will you need a ride home? Or are you okay to drive?” he asked.

You smiled, “I’ve only drank one bottle of cider. I’ll be fine, H.”

He smiled back, sitting beside you once more, “Can’t believe it’s almost over. I’ll miss you all when we go.”

“Me too,” you replied, “but I think I’ll miss you the most.”

Harry quirked up a brow, his smile becoming more of a smirk, “Oh, really? And why would that be?”

You sighed, pushing down your nerves and steeling yourself for a potential rejection.

“Because I want you, H. As more than just my friend.”

You paused, waiting for his answer. You locked eyes, trying to read his expression, but it was unusually blank. There was silence. A bit too much. Then his response.

“I wish you had told me that earlier. Before we were about to move home.”

You took one of his large hands in yours, interlacing your fingers.

“I’ve liked you for so long, Harry. But it seemed like every time I worked up the nerve to say something, you’d be with someone else. I didn’t want that to happen again, so I just didn’t say anything,” you explained.

His eyes softened, holding a twinge of guilt, “Only dated other people because I didn’t think I could be yours. Didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“I felt the same way. Except I just stayed single because I’m a loser,” you joked.

A frown stretched across his lips, “No, you’re not. Don’t say things like that.”

“Well no one’s ever fucked me, so I think that might be true.”

And there it was. The invitation you wanted to send. You could only hope that he would accept. 

Harry looked you in the eyes, his expression unusually serious compared to the bright eyed, joyful man you’d come to know.

“I don’t ever want you to think that about yourself. You’re such a lovely person, could never be a loser,” you smiled bashfully at that, but he continued, “and, well, if you’d like to change that…”

He trailed off, knowing you would know what he meant.

“I do, Harry,” you pulled him closer to you, your knees touching because of your close proximity, “I want that with you. I just wouldn’t really know where to start.”

He let go of your hand in favor of cupping your jaw, brushing his thumb against your soft skin, “Would you like me to teach you?”

You nodded, feeling a bit too shy to speak now. Harry smiled reassuringly, gently resting his other hand on your thigh.

“Let me know what you feel comfortable with, okay?”

“Okay,” you managed to get out.

That was all he needed before his lips were on yours. 

They were just as soft as you imagined: plush, pink, and experienced as they moved against your own. You had kissed someone before, so this was at least familiar territory. But soon, he pulled you into his lap, his long curls tickling your skin as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t help but gasp softly in surprise as his hands moved from cupping your cheek to wrapping around your waist. You felt almost dizzy, and it was just a kiss.

Harry pulled away then, looking deep into your eyes, “Still okay?”

You nodded, but he shook his head, “Need you to tell me. I want to make sure I have your full permission for everything we do.”

Your heart swelled. You doubted you’d find any other man who would treat you like this.

“I’m okay, Harry. Still a little nervous.”

He smiled, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you. May I take this off?”

You hadn’t even noticed he was tugging on your shirt, but his question brought it to your attention.

Remembering his request, you said, “Yes, H.”

You lifted your arms above your head as he undressed you. You couldn’t help but feel a bit shy at your exposed position, moving your arms to cover yourself.

“Fucking beautiful,” Harry cooed, gently unwrapping your arms from your torso, “don’t need to hide from me, baby, you’re so damned pretty.”

Heat rose to your cheeks again as you mumbled a bashful “thank you.”

“Here, I’ll take mine off too.”

You gawked as Harry stripped his shirt off, revealing his toned and tattooed torso. 

“Glad you’re enjoying the show,” he quipped as he stood from the couch, “but I’m not doing any more until we get to the bedroom. Not taking your virginity on my couch.”

You broke eye contact, slightly embarrassed as you stood up as well, “I didn’t mean to stare, H.”

He gently gripped your hips and leaned forward, lips brushing your ear, “I want you to look, darling.”

As quickly as he stepped into your space, he left it, walking the short distance to his bedroom and gesturing for you to follow. You did, still flustered as you walked past him into the familiar space. Harry closed the door behind you, despite the two of you being alone, and sat on the bed, patting his lap.

“Come here, baby.”

You quickly obeyed, sitting on his lap.

He cupped your face in his hands again, “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. It’s okay if we don’t go the whole way today, just want you to feel safe.”

“I’ll tell you, I promise. But I don’t think anything you’ll do will make me feel uncomfortable,” you answered honestly, making him smile.

He leaned in and kissed you again, reintroducing the familiar motions. You went along happily, already addicted to his kisses. But soon, he was gently laying you back until your back was against the mattress. Harry’s hands traveled down your body, stopping at your bra.

“May I?”

“Of course, H.”

He unhooked your bra, throwing it onto the ground carelessly as he took in your fully topless torso. His large hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing against your nipples. You jumped from his touch, making him chuckle.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” he remarked before replacing his thumbs with his lips, licking and sucking at your pert nipples.

You gasped, grabbing at his luscious curls, “Oh, Harry.” 

You felt him smile against you as he continued his ministrations. You barely noticed his hands traveling down until they tugged at the zipper of your jeans. He looked up at you, silently asking permission.

You nodded, lifting your hips, “Please, H, take them off.”

Harry obliged, undoing the zipper and button of your jeans and tugging them down your legs until you were left in just your panties. He lifted his head and drank you in, tugging down the cotton fabric until you were bare before him. Just like before, you felt a bit shy from the attention, but Harry wasn’t letting you cover up.

“Shit, baby, you’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be.”

You had lost count of the amount of times you blushed, “Y-you thought about this?”

“So many times,” he confessed, “wanted to be the first one who made you feel good.”

“I’ve wanted that too. For so long. But you can’t do that if you still have your pants on,” you teased.

He chuckled, “I suppose you’re right. Want to help me?”

You nodded eagerly, tugging the zipper down on his ridiculously tight jeans and helping to shove them down his thick thighs. Now all that was separating you was his boxers. There was a sizeable tent in the fabric, and Harry laughed softly again when he caught you staring.

“Want me to take those off, too?”

You nodded, not bothering with words since he knew how needy you were. He guided your hand to the waistband of his underwear, encouraging you to drag them down. And you did so happily.

Holy shit, he was big.

Of course, this was the first time you had seen a cock, so you supposed you didn’t have much to go off of. But it looked big. 

Harry could see the nerves return to your expression, “Don’t worry, lovely. It won’t hurt. I’ll open you up a bit first. Lay back down.”

You listened, laying your head back on the plush pillows as Harry leaned forward, hovering above you. His hands gently ran along your thighs. You knew he was doing it to make sure that you were comfortable, but quite honestly, you were beginning to get a little impatient.

“Want it, H. Need your fingers.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Not so shy anymore, hm? Am I making you wait too long?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer his question, running his fingers through your folds to collect your wetness on his fingers. The response you would’ve had came out as a choked moan as you watched him slip his fingers into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking good,” Harry groaned, “definitely eating this perfect pussy next time.”

Heat rose to your cheeks once more at the implication that there would be a next time. But you didn’t have much of a chance to think about it as he used those fingers to spread your pussy open.

“So pretty,” he murmured almost to himself, dragging his fingers through your wet folds.

“Please, Harry,” you whined, tired of being teased.

He smiled at you, “Don’t worry, baby. Said I’d take care of you.”

And his first finger entered you, stretching your entrance in a way it hadn’t been before. Sure, you’d used your own fingers and a toy or two. But it was so different in the best way when someone else did it. 

“Shit,” you gasped as he stretched you open, smirking at how tight you were against just one of his fingers.

“Relax for me, baby. Gonna need at least one more finger, if not two to make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”

You willed yourself to relax, allowing yourself to sink into the pillows as he pressed inside of you. He pulled out completely before re-entering with two fingers, making you moan out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Harry!”

“That’s it, beautiful. Look so good taking my fingers like this,” he praised, curling his fingers inside of you, “bet you’ll look even prettier with my cock.”

“Want it, Harry, please,” you begged.

“Not yet, pretty. Need to make sure you’re nice and stretched open for me.”

He took his sweet time, teasing you with the slow drag of his fingers. The sounds coming from your pussy were obscene, wetness squelching around his fingers as he fucked you. You could feel the coil in your belly and your pussy clenched around him.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Can feel you squeezing me.”

You nodded, already too far gone to speak. Harry smirked, then leaned in to suck your clit. 

You saw stars, vision becoming slightly fuzzy as you experienced the best orgasm of your life. He fucked you through it, fingers not stopping as you soaked them.

“That’s it, pretty. So good for me,” he praised.

When you came down from your high, Harry smirked at you, “Think you're ready for this cock, baby?”

“Please, Harry! Need to feel you in me, please,” you begged, not particularly caring if you sounded desperate. 

He rolled a condom over his cock and lined himself up with your entrance.

Harry’s expression turned serious again, “Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts at all.”

You nodded, “I will, H, promise.”

Satisfied with your answer, he leaned in and kissed you softly as his tip breached your entrance. You gasped softly: if you thought his fingers stretched you out, it was nothing compared to the girth of his cock. Harry murmured soft encouragements into your skin as he slowly entered you, filling your pussy for the first time. You couldn’t speak even if you wanted to, the only sounds escaping your lips were broken whimpers. Soon, he was fully sheathed inside of you, making you the fullest you had ever been in your life.

“Harry,” you whined.

He smiled at you, lovingly brushing your hair from your face, “Feel okay, baby?”

You nodded, “So full. Move, please?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no if you asked so politely. So slowly, he rolled his hips, testing the waters. The sweet moan that spilled from your mouth was enough confirmation that you were ready. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a slow yet still somehow relentless pace as he fucked you. Choked gasps and whines fell from your lips with abandon as Harry pounded you. It was absolute bliss. He looked like an angel, long hair framing his perfect face as his brow was furrowed in concentration, determined to make you feel good.

“So good, Harry,” you managed to gasp out to assuage his worries.

He smiled then, lips brushing your temple as he continued his slow, yet powerful thrusts, “Yeah? You like it?”

“Love it,” you moaned as he brushed a spot inside of you, “Right there, H.”

“Here?” he asked cheekily as he hit that spot again, turning you into a pile of mush.

Harry sped up a bit, sensing that you could take more. You moaned desperately as he continued to hit that perfect spot inside of you with every thrust. His cock filled you deliciously, and quite honestly, you didn’t know how you went without it until now. 

“Fuck, feel like I’m gonna cum soon, your pussy is just too perfect. Are you close, pretty?”

You nodded, feeling the coil in your belly once more, “So close, Harry! Please!”

“Need you to cum so I can. C’mon baby, give it to me,” he commanded. 

One of his thumbs moved between your bodies, skillfully rubbing your clit. You writhed around his as your orgasm slammed into you, completely taking your breath away. Somehow, it was even better than the first one, your vision blurring even more as you clenched around him. You vaguely heard yourself whimpering his name brokenly as he spilled into the condom, groaning as he found his release. You were brought back to reality from the feeling of his lips brushing against yours, and you responded to his kiss as best you could.

He smiled, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks, “Was that good for you, baby?”

“Absolutely perfect, Harry. Thank you,” you answered shyly, running your fingers through his curls.

You may not be going to college together anymore in a few weeks, but you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. Not when he treated you better than any other man possibly could.

[chaotic-fandom-writer]

Adam x Reader P.6 (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: Heavy cursing, violence, adult themes

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

You

"Alright Adam, if you're coming in with me, you need to follow a couple of rules."

Adam rolls his eyes, letting out a long, dramatic sigh. "Rules? Aren't we supposed to be in Hell?"

"Yes, Adam, but you're notorious for trying to kill me and my friends, and for being a huge dick to them." He opens his mouth to reply, but you a finger up in his face, silencing him.

"Rule #1 - no trying to kill my friends. Or harm them in any way."

"Lame."

"Rule #2 - keep that fat fucking mouth of yours shut." Adam exaggerates a gasp at this. "Well aren't you a rude bitch?"

"Rule - #3," you continue on, ignoring him, "you do what I say, when I say it, nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand me?"

Adam chuckles. "What are you, my mom?" You glare at him.

"Adam. Do you understand me?"

He sighs again. "Fine, yes, whatever, can we just get a move on please?"

You stay still, looking him in the eyes. You can see him visibly soften. He reaches for your hand, but you flinch away. "I promise I'll behave. Okay?"

Put off by the sudden change in demeanor, you nod, the two of you walk up the steps, and you knock on the door.

It's answered by Angel Dust, who looks uninterested initally, but then he sees you, and then his eyes land on Adam. His jaw drops, and all he can manage to say is -

"Ho-ly shit-"

"What? What's wrong?" You can hear Charlie's voice call out from behind him. The doors swing fully open as the whole group crowds around, curious to know what Angel was yelling about.

Everyone's eyes go wide at the sight, and nobody speaks for a second.

You can see tears flooding in Charlie's eyes. "(Y/N)?"

You see the confusion flicker across Husk's face. "And.."

And the anger on Vaggie's. "Adam?"

Then you notice Alastor. He was standing behind the crowd a-ways at first, but at the mention of Adam's name, you see him perk up, his gaze snapping in your direction.

Suddenly, he's not behind the crowd anymore, but in front of them. Something dangerous flickers across his face, something violent.

"Alastor, wait, please let me-"

"Sorry dear, I'm not interested in chatter. I have unfinished business with Adam, here."

His eyes never leave Adam's, but Adam glaces at you, unsure of what to do at first.

He puts his hands up awkwardly. "Hey man, look, we aren't here for-"

Suddenly, a black tendril comes shooting from Alastor, knocking Adam several feet away. He lands on his back with a loud grunt.

You gasp. "Adam!"

Then you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Charlie looking at you, her expression clearly conflicted, as she was happy to see you alive, but weary of Adam being with you.

"(Y/N).. I'm so happy you're okay, but.. why is he with you?"

"Charlie..." You trail off, glancing behind you at the sound of more crashing. You see Alastor throwing Adam around like a ragdoll, but Adam does nothing in retaliation.

You feel your body begin to surge forward, but the hand on your shoulder gives you a gentle, but firm tug.

"When we opened the door just now, my first thought was, maybe Adam brought you here against your will. Maybe he had you capitve, and he was using you to bring us down.

But then, watching you just now, seeing how you obviously want to protect him.."

Charlie closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath, pulling her hand away from you and standing taller.

She opens her eyes. "I can't allow you to be here if he's with you. He's a danger to us all, and you know I care about you so much, but I have so many others here to protect too."

"Charlie, listen to me, please. I know why you feel that way, and trust me, I absolutely despise him still. He isn't the one who killed me but he's the fucking reason I ended up in that damned place."

Vaggie is the one who steps forward next. "Then why did you bring him here?"

"Because we had no choice, okay? Heaven wanted to erase all of my memories, shortly before kicking me back down to Hell. They didn't want me spreading knowledge that sinners can be redeemed."

Charlie gasps, a hand covering her mouth.

Your conversation is cut short by Adam crashing into the building just above the door. He collapses on the pavement, and you rush to his side, dropping to your knees.

"Adam! Adam, are you okay?"

He coughs, giving his best sarcastic smirk. "Oh yeah, never better."

You look up to see Alastor looming over the two of you.

"Now, (Y/N), I'd rather I didn't have to hurt you, given your relationship with everyone at the hotel and all, but.."

His smile grows wider, saliva dripping down his chin and onto his suit jacket.

"I will if I have to."

Charlie and Vaggie come in between you two, facing Alastor. Charlie raises her hands. "Alastor, stop!"

"Why should I? I'm simply settling something I should have taken care of long ago."

"Because, dumbass," Vaggie speaks up, "They have some information from Heaven that you're going to want to hear."

--

Once everyone had managed to calm down, you all sat circled in the common area.

Everyone sat on one side of the room, clearly avoiding going near Adam. You and Adam sat together on a separate couch, and you worked on cleaning up his wounds. He looked uncomfortable with it, but nobody else was exactly volunteering to help him.

You had gone through the entire story with everybody from start to finish, explaining why the two of you had no choice but to flee to Hell together.

Finally, after a pause of silence, Adam speaks up.

"Guys.. that's not all I have to tell you."

You cock your head to the side, confused. "What else is there Adam?"

He swallows visibily, and you can suddenly feel the extra layer of tension pile on like a wool blanket in the winter snow.

"..Adam? What else?"

He avoids your gaze for a moment, staring down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers.

Finally, he looks up at you, and pulls a file from underneath his robe.

"I managed to take this before that meeting Sera had.. actually, stealing this was how I found out about that meeting in the first place.

You told me you wouldn't believe what I had to say without proof, and I told you I would prove it. So, here it is."

He shakily hands you the file. You furrow your brows and look up at him, but he refuses to make eye contact with you. You briefly glance around the room, and Charlie gives you a small, but encouraging nod.

You take the file, quickly opening it and scanning over it. The first thing you notice is Sera's official, magical seal stamped at the bottom of the page.

Okay.. so this is real.

You read over the contents of the page..

And your head snaps upwards, eyes going big, staring directly at Adam.

"I.. Adam.. you.."

He swallows again, nodding at you before turning to the rest of the room.

"It's true, (Y/N)..

Your name.. your real name, is Eve. You were my second wife."

Everyone in the room gasps. Charlie leaps to her feet. "(Y/N), please let me see that file."

You hand it to Charlie, your hand shaking violently, eyes still round with shock.

She scans over it herself before passing it to Vaggie, who then passes it around the room.

Another uncomfortable silence settles over the room after everybody finishes reading.

"So.." Angel speaks up, "You have the power of reincarnation, huh? That's pretty cool."

Adam replies for you. "She wasn't able to use it to it's full ability with her memory erased, but with the file we took, she can get that all back."

He picks the papers up, flipping through to the end. Fused to the page sits a small, round cracker. He picks it up and holds it out to you. "Eat this."

You raise an eyebrow. "A jesus cracker is the way to get my memories back?"

He rolls his eyes. "Don't be a sarcastic bitch okay? Just eat it."

You roll your eyes back, taking the cracker and placing it on your tongue. At first, you feel nothing, and start to get angry, thinking Adam must've pulled some shitty joke on you.

Then, all at once, it all floods back to you.

You feel your body fall back against your will, your limbs going numb, unable to move.

You can hear people shouting around you, the concerned cries of your friends, but all their voices fade to a blur as the memories come rushing in.

Suddenly, your ears begin to ring, and your vision goes black.

And then you lose total conciousness.

--

You wake a while later. When you first open your eyes, all you see is darkness. It takes a second to adjust, but you quickly realize you're in one of the hotel bedrooms.

You sit up fast, a little too fast, and your head throbs.

Your hand flies to your forehead, cradling it as you squeeze your eyes shut.

You take a moment to process all of the new information swimming around in your brain.

And once you remember, really remember..

You feel your blood boil.

Storming out of the room and down the stairs, you find everybody still lounging around, still awkwardly avoiding Adam, who sat in the center of the room.

Adam, you thought. My 'husband.'

You walk directly up to him.

Everyone turns to you, shocked to see you finally awake, but you completely tune them out. You march straight up to him, and he nervously looks up as you approach.

"(Y/N).. so.. you remember?" He asks quietly.

"Oh, I remember." You smile. "But hey, Adam. Could you do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Take off your mask."

His eyes go wide, looking around the room as everybody watches. "I'm not sure I feel comfortable right now, okay?"

"Adam.

Take off.

Your mask."

He looks around again, then slowly lifts his hands to his mask.

He removes it, and you see his face again.

That face you remember clear as day, now.

You smile again.

Then suddenly, you swing your right fist into his face as hard as you can fucking manage, your knuckles making direct contact with his jaw bone.

He flies backwards, falling flat on his ass.

"Ow. OW! What the fuck, (Y/N)?" He shouts, cradling his jaw. Then, more quietly, he whimpers, "Why does she keep punching my jaw?"

You feel hot tears building up in your eyes. "That's for letting them erase my memories, motherfucker!"

He blinks, his brows furrowing. "(Y/N), if you remember everything, then you remember I had no choice."

"Oh yeah, Adam. I definitely remember how hard you did not fight for me."

He scoffs. "What the fuck was I supposed to do? You accepted the forbidden fruit. That was you, not me."

"I was still your wife, Adam! You were still supposed to protect me."

A look of hurt crosses his face, before he quickly replaces it with anger. "Well, maybe, if my dear wife didn't decide to listen to fucking Lucifer, I would have been able to protect her!" He yells, his voice raising louder and louder.

Husk attempts to speak up. "Uh, hey guys.."

You ignore him, shouting louder than Adam. "Maybe I listened to Lucifer because maybe he treated me like a fucking person, and not some item to possess!"

Adam flinches. "I was proud to have you as my wife. That's a crime now?"

Your tears roll freely now, dripping down your chin and onto your clothes. You ignore them, you ignore everyone surrounding the two of you, your focus completely on Adam.

With your memories back, that also meant all the hurt was back. The pain, the betrayal you felt when you had your memories erased.

"I looked at you the entire time, Adam. I watched you the entire time they broke in. When they drug me out of our home. When they held me down, when Sera performed the ritual.

I watched you the entire time. I watched, because I believed my husband would save me. And if he couldn't I believed he'd fight."

Your words are cut off by the choked sobs that escape your throat. You swallow them down, willing yourself to continue.

"Instead of seeing you fight for me, I watched as my husband stood by and let them completely erase my mind. And then you stood by and watched as they sent me down to hell. Or, should I say what really happened?"

Adam shakes his head. "(Y/N).."

"No, they didn't send me to Hell on purpose." You continued. "Their ritual went wrong, and it fucking killed me, and you watched it happen."

Adam steps forward, trying to reach out for you, but you jump back as quickly as you can. "Don't fucking touch me Adam."

Brows knit together in frustration, he pulls back from you.

"I didn't want any of that to happen, (Y/N), but if I fought, what if they erased my memories too? Got me killed, too? I would've ended up in Hell with you."

You turn, suddenly unable to hold your anger down any longer. You scream at him.

"Then at least we would have still been together! We could've met again! I could have found you! But you fucking abandoned me, Adam."

He opens his mouth to respond, but Charlie steps in between you two, bringing you back to reality.

"You guys.. I'm sorry, but maybe this should wait until you're in private." She puts a hand on your shoulder, giving you a look of pity.

"We just, don't want to make any mistakes out of anger, right?"

You stare directly at Adam.

"The only mistake I ever made, was loving a man like you, and trusting you to protect me."

You turn away, not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes at this, and run up the stairs.

You slam your bedroom door, locking it, and collapse into your bed.

Exhausted, you cry until you fade into a deep slumber.

--

Part 7 out now!

Don't forget, I'm always accepting requests

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

[lifeofpriya]

The Gala Reunion - Adam Fantilli

[gif credit goes to @devilsgato]

summary: It's the first time after the break up you and Adam see each other...

The room was abuzz with the energy of a thousand butterflies flitting about, the air heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and colognes. You had been invited by your friend, Kent, to attend the annual Columbus Blue Jackets team charity gala. As you scanned the crowd, you couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia wash over you.

It had been nearly five months since you and Adam had called it quits. Yet, there he was, standing across the room, his broad shoulders and familiar build instantly recognizable even from a distance. You had tried your best to move on, to forget the feelings that still lingered between you, but the sight of him was like a punch to the gut.

You clutched your flute of sparkling water a little tighter, willing your racing heart to slow down, as Adam turned his head in your direction. It was as if time stood still for a moment, as your eyes met across the room, and the memories of the laughter and love you once shared came flooding back. You both looked away quickly, each lost in your own thoughts, but the damage had been done. The air between you felt charged, electric, and you knew that sooner or later you would have to face each other, to confront the elephant in the room.

You felt a light touch on your arm, and turned to see Kent smiling warmly at you. "Hey, you alright?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. You forced a smile, nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little surprised to see him here, that's all." Kent glanced over at Adam before looking back at you, his expression serious. "Look, if you want to talk, I'm here for you, okay? You know that." You felt a lump forming in your throat as you forced out a grateful, "Thanks, KJ."

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable confrontation, when you felt a hand on your free shoulder. Startled, you turned to see Adam standing beside you, his expression a mix of uncertainty and longing.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice barely audible above the din of the crowd. "I didn't know if I should come up to you or not, but I… I wanted to apologize."

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a strange combination of anger and hope flutter in your chest. "For what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"For how things ended," he replied, his gaze never leaving yours. "For not trying harder to make it work. For not being the person you deserved."

You felt a sting in your eyes at his words, but you refused to let them fall. "It's okay, Adam. We both made mistakes. I'm doing okay now, you know?"

He nodded, his expression softening. "I know. I'm glad to hear that. But I can't help but wonder… if maybe there's still something there. Something worth exploring." He took a step closer, his voice dropping even lower. "I miss you, you know? The way we used to be. The way we could just… be."

You swallowed hard, feeling your heart skip a beat. You looked away momentarily, taking in the crowd around you, trying to distance yourself from the intensity of Adam's words. But no matter how far you moved, you couldn't escape the feeling that he was right. There was something still there, something undeniable.

"I… I miss you too," you admitted, your voice barely audible even to yourself. "But it's complicated, Adam. We're both in different places now." You took a deep breath, steeling yourself against the ache in your chest. "I want to be able to trust you again. To know that if we try, you won't just walk away again."

His expression darkened, and he looked away for a moment before turning back to you. "I know that, and I understand. I can't blame you for feeling that way. But I want you to know that I'm serious this time. I want to work on us, on me. I want to be the man you deserve." He took another step closer, his eyes boring into yours. "Will you give me another chance? Just one more chance to prove myself?"

You felt your heart racing, your breath coming faster. A million thoughts swirled through your head, but one thing was clear: you couldn't deny the pull you still felt toward him. The way he looked at you now, the sincerity in his voice, it was hard to believe that this was the same man who had once broken your heart.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible even to yourself. "Okay, I'll give you one more chance." You paused, mustering up the courage to meet his gaze again. "But you have to promise me one thing."

He nodded eagerly, his expression hopeful. "What's that?"

You took a deep breath, your heart racing in anticipation of what you were about to say. "I need you to promise me that you won't just walk away again. No matter what happens, no matter how hard it gets, you can't leave me again." Your voice wavered, betraying the fear that still lingered deep inside you. "Because if you do, I don't think I could survive it a second time."

There was a long pause as Adam regarded you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. Finally, he took a step closer, cupping your face in his hands, and said, "I swear to you, I will never leave you again. Not now, not ever. I promise to be the man you deserve, the partner you can rely on. No matter what life throws at us, we'll face it together."

The weight of his words settled over you like a warm blanket, washing away some of the lingering fear and doubt. You couldn't help but believe him, couldn't help but feel the electricity between you as his thumbs traced your cheekbones.

"I want to make things right between us," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I want us to find our way back to the way we were, to be better than we ever were." His gaze locked with yours, and for a moment, you could see the future unfolding before you. A future filled with late-night conversations and shared laughter, with adventures and misadventures and a love that only grew stronger with time.

As you stood there, lost in his eyes, it was hard to believe that only moments ago, you had been ready to turn your back on him forever. But something about the way he looked at you, the way he held you… it made you feel safe, made you believe that maybe this time, things could be different. Maybe this time, you could find the happiness you'd been searching for all along.

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of emotion that threatened to overwhelm you. "Okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible even to yourself. "Okay, I'm in. Let's do this."

He smiled back, his eyes sparkling with hope and anticipation. "Thank you," he whispered, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. The touch of his lips sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you could feel the familiar heat of his body against yours. It was like no time had passed at all.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you could feel the weight of the world start to slip away. The fear and doubt that had been plaguing you for so long began to fade, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment. You knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but you also knew you weren't alone. You had Adam, and together, you could face anything.

[blakeswritingimagines]

A playful argument about who fell first and who fell harder

Izuku Midoriya: Walking beside the green haired boy on the way back home looking through your phone having been answering couple questions with him before glancing up at him with a grin knowing he wouldn't like the next one"okay this one asks who fell first and who fell harder". "Well, it was totally you! I mean, we've been best friends for a looong time, so you were in love with me right away!" He stuck his tongue out. You let your jaw drop at him before playfully pushing him away as you laughed at him before speaking. "I did not it was so you. How often did you try to get my attention?", "Okay! Fine! It was a mutual crush!" He spoke confidently while you nodded along, pretending to think before shrugging "Yeah sure... but you still fell first and harder."

Katsuki Bakugo: You were in the middle of making dinner as Bakugo cleaned up from a rough day of hero work, waiting for the food to be done as you scrolled through your phone seeing a couple quiz and giggled knowing this would most likely turn into another thing the blonde wouldn't like and simply waited for him so you could ask the questions. "I can tell you want to annoy me. Go on, ask your stupid questions." He spoke after walking back into the room and noticed your plotting you then laughed hearing him speak from behind you, kissing him quickly as you smiled at him "thank you my love", Looking back down at her phone for the question then giggled again as you looked up at him "the question is out of you or me who fell first and who fell harder". "You fell first, no question. You fell so hard, in fact, that your entire plan was to fall in love with me and get me wrapped around your finger, " he spoke roughly as you laughed again at his words and shrugged "if that's the case doesn't that mean you fell harder for me? if not, then at least explain why you don't think so." Watching as he shrugged it off and got louder, "Fine! Fine, FINE! I fell harder for you, okay? You got me wrapped around your little finger, and I love every minute of it, happy?!"

Shoto Todoroki: Giggling as the playful argument continued on, knowing you'd get an answer out of him even if he kept trying to change the subject you looked at him with a grin on your face and a raised eyebrow as you tried asking again "come on just tell me who fell first and who fell harder out of the two of us". He smirked, "Why so adamant on the details?And who knows," He chuckled, "Maybe it was you who fell first. And also," He said as he smirked again and then rested his hands behind his head, "You probably fell a bit harder than me," Shoto said confidently. "You know since I was catching you." He teased. You leaned in closer, smiling at him before gently kissing his lips with a nod of your head "Alright I may have fallen first for you, but you hands down fell harder for me icy hot." Shoto blushed a bit at your kiss before chuckling and returning it, "Okay, I might have fallen a little harder... Just a little bit." He held up one of his hands for emphasis as he let out a light laugh.

Tenya Ida: Laying down next to him in bed looking at him as he continued to read a book but started to tap the back of the book trying to get his attention, smiling up at him which he finally put his book down noticing you weren't feeling tired enough to go to sleep but instead make him think of how to answer your racing thoughts which focused on the relationship as of right now* "out of us who do you think fell first or harder?". "W-well, that's a pretty difficult question, dear." Ida replied. "We both fell for each other pretty quickly. And I suppose neither of us fell 'harder' than the other because it's such a hard thing to measure. But I think if we really have to say one of us fell harder, it's got to be me. It took me a while to really come around to my feelings for you." Ida said, his face and ears turning a little red in embarrassment from the memories of how long it had taken for him to accept his love for you.

Denki Kaminari: laughing as you threw a pillow over at the blonde sitting across from you, knowing this entire argument was nothing but playful but picked up another pillow acting like you were going to throw it "Admit it Denki you fell first and harder not me". Denki laughed “I did NOT!” he said, trying desperately to avoid that second pillow. I don’t fall for people that easily, you know! Especially not for… I’m kidding! I’m kidding!!” He ducked and just barely avoided the pillow. He shot you a knowing glance. “You got me there.”

Tamaki Amajiki: It had been a date night for you both to enjoy at the end of the week after all the hard work put into the week, leaning on closer with a smile before shaking your head not believing the nervous boy at all "no you did not fall first or harder then I did Tamaki I was there I know exactly who fell first and harder". He chuckled nervously as his cheeks blushed a slight shade of pink. He felt as though he was getting flustered just talking to you, and it didn't take much to get him like that. He scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the words to say before he decided to just spit it out. "Y-Yes, I did..." Tamaki was a bit red in the face, still trying to look away. He seemed to be struggling to respond, but it looked like he was putting a lot of effort into it. You might have even heard him softly humming to himself, trying not to let his nervousness take over. "I-I definitely fell harder than you did..." Holding out your hand towards him smiling sweetly as you noticed his nerves kicking in harder again but kept your touch gentle and light for him before speaking softly. "How about a deal then? We both fell first at the same time, and each fell harder for the other." "Sounds...s-sounds perfect..." Tamaki whispered, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek. He seemed satisfied with the compromise you both had reached.

[ang3l-fac33]

Not really an “x reader” request but more of a Hazbin Hotel hurt/comfort fic when after the final battle, when everyone is recuperating and tending to wounds, that Lucifer noticed the nasty cut on Charlie’s head and just goes full overprotective dad mode and feels terrible that he wasn’t able to be of help at the battle sooner. (There’s the whole theory that he couldn’t because of the deal with the angels that he couldn’t interviene unless they broke the rules of the agreement)

So yeah, that be a request? Is that okay?

protective dad mode.

of course! :D

warnings:angst(??), comfort, not proofread.

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lucifer stared up at the sky as he watched all the angel’s retreat up into the portal that led to heaven, a proud and triumphant smile on his face. it was over. they had won the battle! they even managed to take down adam!

when the last angel flew through the portal before closing, that’s when he finally turned to look at the damage that had been done from the battle. a frown replaced that cocky smirk rather quickly.

the hotel was destroyed, completely in ruins. rubble, ash, blood, and more had scattered the land, leaving nothing to be repaired.

a stab of guilt hit lucifer right in the chest, his frown deepening. all charlies hard work was now just a pile of rubble and remains of a battle. he started to feel guilty for not being here sooner. maybe the hotel would’ve at least been fixable.

he sighed and ran his fingers through his now messy blond hair. he should find the others. he turned to the side and scanned the area. angel dust was busy pampering and hugging fat nuggets, husk was, of course, trying to search for any remaining bottles of alcohol in all of the rubble, nifty was busy stabbing all the corpses of the angels to make sure they were dead, and that freak of a deer demon was nowhere to be found.

so then where was charlie and her girlfriend? he soon found his answer when he noticed them not too far away. charlie seemed to be leaning on vaggie for support while vaggie gently rubbed her shoulders.

he sighed in relief and approached them with a small smile. but before he could say anything he noticed a trickle of blood run down her forehead, and that made him freeze. his precious daughter was hurt!

panic instantly overcame him, and he started approaching even faster now. “charlie! dear, are you hurt? let me see!” he cupped charlie’s face before she could even get a word out, and vaggie stepped back to give the two some space.

upon further inspection lucifer found a nasty cut on her forehead, and he made a shocked noise. charlie put her hands on her fathers arms and tried to pry him off. “dad.. i’m okay, really. it’s just a small scratch.”

lucifer’s brows furrowed. “it’s more like a gash then anything else! goodness where is the first aid?— oh it’s probably destroyed!” not knowing what else to do, lucifer pulls charlie into a protective hug. “we’re going to get you patched up alright?—“

“dad stop!” charlie broke away from her fathers grip, her eyes wet with tears. lucifer frowned, feeling another stab of guilt. there was a moment where the two of them just stood there in silence, but then charlie spoke up again, her voice softer this time.

“..sorry, dad.. i just.. the hotel is.. and sir pentious-“ she was struggling to find the right words, too filled with grief to speak properly. oh how he hated seing his little girl upset like this..

lucifer sighed and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. he was still extremely worried about the wound on her head, but he knew he shouldn’t be smothering her like this. he wasn’t great with cheering people up, but he’d do anything for his daughter.

“it’s not your fault.” he said, biting his lip with guilt. “maybe everything would’ve been fine if i had come sooner. all of this is my fault.”

charlie sniffled and wiped her eyes, shaking her head. “it’s not you’re fault dad. i mean if it weren’t for you i would have been.. you know..” she didn’t have the strength to finish what she was going to say but lucifer knew. if he hadn’t come in sooner adam would’ve killed charlie.

“charlie.. you did good today. i’m really proud of you. you stood up to the exorcists and saved your friends. to me that sounds like a well deserved victory. and about sir pentious.. he gave his life up for all of you. that sounds like redemption even though he never got to make it that far.”

charlie sighed, a small smile gracing her lips. it made lucifer happy to see, knowing that he could still make her happy. “thank you, dad.. i’m going to miss him.”

lucifer rubbed her shoulder gently. “i know.. but know that he won’t be forgotten.” he pulls charlie into a much gentler hug this time, to which the princess returns.

after a few seconds he pulled away, gently touching her forehead. she winced but didn’t pull away. “this still needs to be taken care of, sweetie. come here.” he was still clearly in his protective dad mode, but made sure to tone it down for charlies sake.

he gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face before a light golden glow emitted from his hand. it wasn’t long until the wound had ben semi-healed. he couldn’t heal it fully like he wished since he was a bit drained at the moment, but he did the best he could.

a soft sigh left charlie’s lips, her eyes holding a lot less pain to them now. she shot lucifer a grateful smile before turning to where the hotel once stood. “what are we going to do now?” she whispered dreadfully.

the others began to gather around the two, looking as if they were wondering the same thing. lucifer just smiled, knowing what to do. “we’ll just have to build a new one! did you forget who holds all the power here?”

though his magic wasn’t as strong now, it wasn’t fully used up. he would gladly spend the rest on helping charlie build her precious hotel back, and hopefully make it even better than before.

her friends looked determined, giving each other nods of approval. that made charlie smile, and she moved to stand by vaggie to give her a small kiss on the cheek. she looked as determined as the rest now, giving a nod.

“yes! we need to rebuild this hotel. for sir pentious and dazzle! in their honor, and in hopes for a new, better start!”

charlie’s friends cheered, and lucifer suddenly felt much better about all of this.

it was time to get to work

(ahh i’m sorry this took long! and i feel like it’s not my best work either but i still hope you enjoyed it either way! <3 thank you for requesting!)

[2millu2]

Roommates || Choso Kamo

Warning +18

✵ ft. Roommate Choso x f.reader

✰༄ wc: 3k

༻ warning: smut, p in v, porn with plot, oral (female receiving), cúnnilingus, marking, rough, Choso’s a bit mean in bed, pet names, swearing, hard dom Choso.

ఌ Summary: your roommate is acting weird you keep hearing noises at night so you decided to comfort him about it

As you lay in bed at night, trying to fall asleep, you hear faint sounds coming from the other side of the room divider that separates you both. It's a muffled moan, slightly distorted, probably from Choso. You listen, unable to help it. You wonder what could be going on.

After all, Choso is known to keep to himself, rarely interacting with anyone. Maybe he's sick? Or maybe he's just having a bad dream. You don't want to disturb him, though; it wouldn't be right. So, you try to ignore it and concentrate on your breathing, hoping that the sounds will stop soon.

The next day, Choso barely acknowledges your presence. He seems to be in a daze, almost like he's lost in thought. You can't help but feel concerned for him. You decide to talk to him later and see if there's anything you can do to help, perhaps see if he's okay.

In class, Choso sits in the back, alone, staring blankly at the whiteboard. His eyes seem hollow, as if they're empty. He doesn't participate or answer questions during lectures. You wonder what could be going on in his head.

After class, you approach him and ask if everything's alright. He looks at you, surprised that you came to talk to him.

"You heard me last night, didn't you?" he asks, looking down. "I'm sorry if I kept you awake."

"It's alright," you say softly. "Is everything okay?"

He hesitates before replying, "Just... thoughts. It's nothing to worry about." He stands up abruptly and walks away, leaving you confused and worried.

You watch Choso walk away, feeling a mix of concern and curiosity. Something isn't right, and you want to help him, but he seems determined to push you away. You make a mental note to check on him later, maybe bring some food over or something.

Days go by, and Choso continues to act distant and withdrawn. You try talking to him again, but he brushes off your concerns, telling you that he's fine. It's clear that he's hiding something, but you don't want to pry too much.

One night, as you're lying in bed, you hear the same muffled moans again. This time, however, they sound different. More intense, like he's in distress. You decide to knock on the dividing wall between your spaces.

"Choso? Are you alright?" you ask, concern lacing your voice.

There's a pause before he responds, his voice hoarse and strained. "Go back to sleep, Y/N. I'm fine."

But you can tell he's not fine. You decide to push the divider aside and step into his space, revealing his partially undressed form. He's lying on his bed, sweating and panting, with a flushed face and wild eyes. His shirt tossed on the floor, and he's clutching his blanket tightly.

Your heart races as you take in the sight before you. Choso's eyes flicker open, meeting yours for a split second before darting away, embarrassment washing over his face.

"Y/N..." he whispers, looking anywhere but at you. "Please, don't... don't look."

You swallow hard, feeling a wave of embarrassment and confusion wash over you.

"What's wrong?" you ask gently, stepping closer to him. "Are you okay?"

He shakes his head, still not meeting your gaze. "I... I can't control these thoughts. They consume me, and I can't stop them. Please, just leave me alone."

You kneel down next to him, placing a hand on his arm. He flinches slightly but doesn't pull away.

"You can talk to me," you say softly. "If something's bothering you, we can figure it out together."

He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as he fights to keep his composure. After a few moments, he finally looks at you, his eyes pleading.

"I... I've been having these thoughts about you," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "They're wrong, and I don't want them, but I can't shake them. I'm sorry."

His uncovered the blanket showing his hard cock straining in his pants

A fire ignites in your belly as you realize what he's saying. Your cheeks flush, and you feel yourself getting wet. You can't help but reach out and brush a strand of hair away from his face.

"It's alright," you murmur, leaning in close. "I understand."

His eyes widen slightly at your words, and he swallows again, looking even more nervous than before.

"I want you, Y/N," he says, his voice shaky. "I want to touch you, taste you... fuck you."

You lick your lips, your heart pounding in your chest. You've always found Choso attractive, but never thought he'd be interested in you. Now that he's confessing his desires, you can't help but feel turned on.

You lean in closer, your breath brushing against his cheek. "Tell me more, Choso." Your voice is low and sultry, matching his confession.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "I... I want to eat your pussy. Lick every inch of it until you're dripping wet. Then, I want to fuck you hard, making you scream my name." His eyes are locked onto yours, full of raw desire and need.

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. You can feel your core pulsing with arousal, your need growing stronger with each passing moment. Without thinking, you reach out and cup his face, pulling him closer until our lips meet.

The kiss is passionate and hungry, filled with all the emotions you’ve been holding back. Your tongues dance together, exploring and tasting each other as your hands roam freely over each other's bodies. You can feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you can't help but grind against it, seeking friction and relief.

When you both break away, you were both breathless and flushed. Choso's eyes are half-closed, his pupils dilated with lust.

"Take off your clothes, Y/N," he growls, his voice hoarse. "Let me see every inch of your beautiful body."

Without hesitation, you start unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your lacy bra underneath. As it falls to the ground, you step out of your jeans and panties, standing before him naked and vulnerable.

Choso's eyes widen at the sight of your body, his gaze traveling down your curves and settling between your legs. He licks his lips, hunger shining in his eyes.

"Lie down," he orders softly, his voice thick with desire.

You obey, spreading your legs slightly as you settle onto the mattress. Choso crawls between them, his hands tracing up your thighs until they rest on your hips. He leans forward, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking gently. You gasp at the sensation, your arousal intensifying.

As he switches to the other breast, he slides a finger down your abdomen, teasing your clit through your folds. You moan loudly, arching into him.

"So wet for me, Y/N," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and moist. "I've never seen anything more beautiful."

He dives back into your breasts, alternating between biting and licking, his fingers continuing to tease your damp entrance. You squirm beneath him, desperate for more contact, more sensation.

Slowly, he removes his own clothes, revealing his erection standing tall and proud. You swallow hard, a sense of anticipation filling you.

"Turn over," he commands, his voice gruff.

You obey without question, feeling him position himself behind you. He spreads your cheeks apart, running his nose along your pussy taking in your scent essence before his wet tongue runs along your wet folds making you jump slightly.

"You smell so good, Y/N," he purrs, licking at you again. His tongue darts inside your tight entrance, making you gasp and squirm on the bed. "So sweet, so perfect."

You can feel his tongue flickering inside you, probing and exploring your sweet spot. He sucks lightly on your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body. Your fingers dig into the sheets as you try to hold on tight, not wanting to lose myself in his expert touch.

"Choso,"you whimper, "please, I need more."

He chuckles darkly, pulling away from me. "Not yet, Y/N. I want to taste all of you."

You feel his hands gripping your hips, positioning you perfectly for his mouth. He dives back in, his tongue sliding deep inside you with practiced ease. You can feel him licking and sucking, making you writhe and moan.

He reaches around and starts playing with your clit, his fingers sending sparks of electricity throughout your body. Your moans become louder, begging for release, but he won't give it to you yet. He's toying with you, making you squirm and beg for his touch.

"Please, Choso," you plead, "I need you inside me."

He stops suddenly, making me whine in protest. Your body is aching for him, desperate for his cock to fill you up. He stands up, adjusting himself and straddling between your legs.

"Spread them wider," he commands, his voice rough and demanding.

Your body responds without thought, your legs opening wide for him. He lines up with your entrance and thrusts in with one swift motion, making you cry out in surprise and pleasure.

"y—yesss,!" You exclaim, feeling him stretching you open, filling you completely.

He pulls out almost immediately, making you whine in protest. He slams back into

you, making you bounce on the bed. His cock feels so good, hitting every sensitive spot inside you perfectly.

"That's it, Y/N," he growls, thrusting harder and faster. "Take it, baby. Take my cock."

You moan loudly, your body screaming for more. His words fuel your desire, making you even wetter and needier. He pounds into you relentlessly, touching places inside you that no one else has reached before.

",yes, Choso!" You shout, grabbing onto the sheets for support. "Cum inside me! Cum in my pussy!"

He growls in response, thrusting deeper and faster. His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him with each thrust.

"Yes, fuck, yes!" You scream, feeling your orgasm building rapidly. "I'm gonna cum, Choso! I'm gonna cum!"

His pace quickens, matching the urgency of your cries. You can feel your orgasm building, ready to explode at any moment. His cock throbs inside you, pulsing with each thrust.

"Come for me, Kayla," he growls, his voice harsh and demanding. "Let go."

You arch my back, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your body convulses around his cock, milking him as he pumps faster and harder.

"Don’t stop!" You shout, your voice hoarse from screaming. "I'm cumming, Choso! I'm cumming!"

He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight as he releases inside you. His hot cum fills you up, making you shiver with pleasure.

He collapses on top of you, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. You wrap your arms around him, holding onto him tightly.

"You taste so good, Y/N," he whispers, nuzzling my neck. "So sweet and delicious."

You smile, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. His words make you feel desired and wanted, like nothing else matters except for this moment.

"Thank you, Choso," you murmur, stroking his hair. "That was amazing."

He chuckles, kissing my neck gently. "You're welcome, baby. Now it's time to clean up."

I blush, realizing we've made quite a mess on the bed. He helps you up, guiding you towards the bathroom. As we clean up, he tells you about how much he likes you and was too nervous to tell you. His voice is soft and soothing, making you feel safe and protected.

We return to the bedroom, snuggling under the covers.

"Goodnight,," he says, his arm wrapped around you.

"Goodnight, Choso," you reply, feeling content and fulfilled.

We drift off to sleep, our hearts beating in sync as we share this small room together

[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 9, Part 6

Suzanna and Pollock called Adam and Silas out of the office to open some more gifts.

Adam: Pol, what happened to your costume

Pollock: Not know

Suzanna: He wanted to get in his overalls after his bath. We’ve already taken the family photo

With gifts to each other out of the way the family examine what Father Winter has left for them. Pollock gets a Blarfy, Silas gets a model train, Adam got a common gem and Suzanna got a painting. It’s like Father Winter doesn’t know Suzanna is the one collecting gems and Adam is the one who likes fine art, weird.

Pollock: Mummy, can we book

Suzanna: You want a book

Pollock: I lo books

Silas: Can I listen to Mummy

Suzanna: I guess we’re reading a book then. Let’s go in the lounge, it’ll be comfier than the table

The trio move to the lounge and Pollock grabs the spot beside Suzanna.

Suzanna: Okay let’s see. This one is about a train

Pollock: Does train have name

Suzanna: They just call it the engine

Silas: We should call it something cool like... Harold

Suzanna: What do you think Pollock

Pollock: Yes to Silas

So Suzanna reads them the story doing her best to substitute in Harold for engine whenever she can.

After the story Silas jumps online to play with Ruth and Tyree.

Suzanna: Now Pollock, did I see you hit Sydney today

Pollock: No Mummy

Suzanna sighs. She did see it which means it’s likely Pollock is an aggressive toddler. They’ll have to find some way to channel that before he ends up a hot head like Adam.

Suzanna: Want to play for a bit Moondust?

Pollock: Yes Mummy

It seems Suzanna decides the best spot to play is right in front of the TV that Silas is trying to use...

Silas: Do you have to play right there

Suzanna: I would move but I can’t find your brother

Katherine: He’s on your back Suzie. Die, clay, die!

Suzanna: Oh there you are

Pollock: *giggles*

Suzanna: Shall we fly like a rocket ship huh? Zoom

Silas: Stay on the right please Mummy. My character is on the left

At dinner Pollock finally gets his serving of the grand meal while the rest of the household has some fish and chips.

Adam: Silas are you alright? You look a bit pale

Silas: My stomach doesn’t feel good

Suzanna: Ethelyn was saying she felt sick, maybe he got the bug off her

Adam: Yeah that would- Pollock! Do you have to spill so much. Try to eat over your plate

Pollock: I do

Silas: Mummy can I stay home from school tomorrow

Suzanna: I’m not sure the mod lets you do that

Silas: Can’t you let me do that

Adam: Silas we both have work tomorrow and your brother will be going to daycare. There’ll be no one here to watch you so you’ll have to go to school

Pollock: *thinking to himself* I made a pretty mess

While Adam and Suzanna take care of the dishes the boys nap on the couches, not quite ready for Winterfest to end.

Adam: Did we do Winterfest right then

Suzanna: There is one more thing... mistletoe

Adam: And it’s a tradition to kiss under it?

Suzanna: Yep. Can’t remember why but it is

Adam: Humans and their nonsense. Come on then Starlight

The two kiss and feel their hearts flutter. It's one of those times they both feel grateful to have found each other on this lump of rock.

Suzanna: Think we could have a quick jaunt upstairs before the boys wake up from their naps

Adam: Oh absolutely

Heading back downstairs Adam starts a TV workout while Suzanna shepherds the kids to bed. Pollock is keen for another story so Suzanna reads to him while Silas falls asleep quickly with his tummy bug. Once Pollock is snoring Suzanna tucks her two sons in and is about to leave the room when she remembers the monster under the bed. She’s not too sure if Silas needs to see her spray it but she gives a precautionary spray just in case.

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[thee-ghosty]

Snippet #8

part 2 part 3

Civilian couldn’t have possibly predicted that just 40 minutes after their shift at the local bar, they would be covered in blood, have a random stranger in a mask bleeding out on their couch, and frantically looking up how to stop blood loss. 

They expected today to be just like every other day of their boring life. They passed by one of the alleys on their normal route home when a loud crash stopped them in their tracks. They could have ignored it and not gotten into this mess, but they had a vendetta against common sense, so naturally they had to go see what happened. A few moments later, they were arguing with a stranger, bleeding profusely onto the concrete, about getting them to a hospital. The stranger were adamant that they would be fine, they just needed to get home…which was on the complete other side of town. More bickering ensued before they settled on the current situation; Civilian nursing an almost dead person back to life. 

Civilian’s eyes frantically dragged across the computer screen until an answer popped up. 

“Apply direct pressure on the cut or wound with a clean cloth, tissue, or piece of gauze until bleeding stops. If blood soaks through the material, don't remove it. Put more cloth or gauze on top of it and continue to apply pressure.”

“Okay…okay. I can do this. I got this. Right.” Civilian muttered under their breath.

This was absolutely insane, they knew that and they were a breath away from having a panic attack, but they pressed on nonetheless. They rushed to the bathroom to get towels, some painkillers and a bottle of water before returning to the masked stranger on their couch. Their breath was shallow, but they were still awake. That’s a good sign, right? Civilian questioned. The stranger’s hands still covered over the wound, red slowly dripping through their fingers. 

“You need to move your hands, alright? I gotta cover the wound.” Civilian said with a quiver in their voice.

The stranger slowly shifted their hands away from their side, exposing the extent of the damage. It was a miracle that Civilian hadn't passed out from the sight. They had no idea how deep the wound was, but the amount of blood seeping through the person’s suit and into Civilian’s couch made them wonder how this person was still breathing.

The stranger hissed as Civilian placed the soft towel to their side, hoping they were applying enough pressure. Hell, hoping anything they were doing would actually help. What would they do if the stranger dies? In their apartment no less? 

They pushed the dread from their mind and thought of how they were going to get the blood out of everything. The towels they could wash, but the couch might not be salvageable...Wait. That's not important right now. Focus, Civilian. They mentally told themselves.

“I have some painkillers. Here, let me-”

“Painkillers won’t do shit.” The stranger said through gritted teeth.

"I mean, anything at this point will help. You might feel better if you would just let me take you to a hospital-”

“No.” 

“Why not? You have a problem with doctors or something?” Civilian questioned, frustration slipping into their voice. 

“No, they have a problem with me.” They replied. 

Civilian huffed. On the cusp of death and they're still acting like an ass. Maybe they should’ve left them in that alley after all. Civilian pressed harder, causing the stranger to grunt out in pain. They shot Civilian a fiery look. 

“Oh, did that hurt?” Civilian asked with faux sympathy, “I’m sorry my bedside manner isn’t up to your standards.”

“I didn’t ask for your help, you know. I would’ve been fine.”

“Oh, so I was supposed to leave you there to die? Yeah, no. That wasn’t going to happen.” 

The stranger looked at Civilian with pinched brows. “Why do you care anyway?”

Civilian held their gaze before shifting back to their hands, trying to figure out why they did care. “I guess it’s just human instinct. We don’t like to see people suffer.” 

The stranger scoffed at Civilian’s words. “Yeah, just like humans don’t mind hunting down their own kind for sport.” 

Civilian gave them a quick glance before placing another cloth over the now soaked through towel. “Can you say anything that isn’t angsty? Or is that a part of your ‘character’?” 

“Character?” The stranger asked, sounding almost offended. 

“You know, the mask and the costume. Is that character super edgy or do you talk like this all the time?”

Something stilled in the stranger, their eyes sharpening as they stared at Civilian. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” They asked slowly. 

“No…am I supposed to? I’m not super into comics or anything like that, so I probably wouldn’t know even if you tell me.” Civilian replied nonchalantly. 

“Does the name Venraire sound familiar to you?”

Civilian paused. Venraire was a big crime boss that caused mass destruction to the city a few years ago. Even though he was brought to justice, nothing could’ve made up for all the lives lost to him. Civilian slowly looked to the stranger, their heart thumping louder in their chest. A small smile traced the stranger’s lips, a darkness coming to their eyes. 

“He’s my father."

Oh shit.

To be continued...

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Rewatching the begining of the house of Solaire series as a redacted fan, three years after it's release, as someone who honestly didn't really like it

Summit live reaction esque post alright

Warning: I luuuv redacted okay I just don't like the start of this particular series alrightttt I'm not a hater okay don't come at me (also this isn't some serious critique/analysis dw we're just messing around)

First off: Audio RP | found by a flirty vampire

The best part of the first video is the beginning with the video tape being played that's honestly such a slay move

CRINGING RIGHT AWAYYY EUGG

I honestly hate beginning Vincent I wish a piano would fall on him

WHY IS HE FLIRTING SO AGGRESSIVELY AN INCUBUS TRYING TO FIND A CHARGE WOULD BE MORE CLASSY

And this is an old video (the first one to be exact) so he's doing that weird half whispering thing and there's no sound effects

Idk why y'all headcannon Lovely to be a woman this creature is completely fine with some stranger coming up to them in a dark creepy abandoned theme park and hitting on them aggressively they have the preservation skills of a dodo bird

"just what kind of things have you heard? Maybe that uh... devilishly handsome men with pale skin and silver eyes prowl the grounds?"

"demons are very much real"

William and the other clan members listening to Vincent break covert for some they/them bussy: 😐😐😐😐

"Oh I know I'm very close, you're welcome!" KILL YOURSELF!!!!!

I HATE when he calls them "little one" YOU'RE WEIRD are you 20 or 40 PICK ONE YOU CAN'T BOUNCE BETWEEN BOTH YOU'RE WEIRD

"Oh hush I'm not touching" STOOPPP STOPP ITTTT IF YOU PULL THIS SHIT WITH THE WRONG PERSON YOU'RE GETTING TAZED

"do you work out?" YOU ARE GAAAYYY🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

"And a blush! Oh how cute" WHITE MAN MOMENT!!! WHITE MAN MOMENT ERIK YOU ARE A WHITE MAN!!!!

First "Lovely" drop how we feelin

Adam is getting cucked HARD at that meeting rn send a prayer for him

"You should be very grateful that I found you before one of my counterparts did." WHY ARE YOU JUST STRAIGHT UP ADMITTING THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLAN THAT WOULD HURT AN UNEMPOWERED HUMAN THAT WONDERED ONTO WONDERWORLD GROUNDS??? KICK THEM OUT????

"I'm old enough to keep my hunger in check. Some of them are still... learning." Now Adam is not only getting cucked but getting dissed also pray for that man

"Your blood practically sings to me, you know that?" This is a good time to remind the audience that Lovely at this point still thinks that Vincent is pretending to be a vampire and still hasn't booked tf out of there

7:18 tummy rumble #1

"it isn't safe here at night." Why??? Again if there are legitimately clan members that you think would harm a human beyond what is allowed by law you shouldn't keep them in the clan??? I get that this is supposed to foreshadow Adam but isn't Vincent at this point supposed to believe that Adam is just a newborn asshole who doesn't like following the rules? IF YOU THINK HE'S CAPABLE OF INJURING OR EVEN KILLING A UNEMPOWERED HUMAN FOR FUNZIES TELL THE DEPARTMENT ABOUT IT???

"You'd barely be able to walk by the time I'm done with you" RUN LOVELY RUN

WILLIAM AND ALEXIS AND SAM ARE LISTENING TO THIS BTW.

8:40 tummy rumble #2

"all you have to do is call my name" okay I get that vampires have superior hearing but are we supposed to believe he's going to be able to hear them calling out for him across the city? How is my man not constantly overwhelmed?

Vincent going back to the meeting like "what did I miss lmao"

Honestly congratulations on Erik because people saw this video and went "you know what, I'm gonna subscribe to this guy"

Thank God this isn't the first video I saw because if it was I would be doing my impression of what Lovely should've done as soon as Vincent approached them and sprinting away at full speed

Next vid:

Audio RP | Finding a flirty vampire in your bed

LOVELY RUN A STRANGE MAN THAT PRETENDS HE'S A VAMPIRE JUST APPEARED IN YOUR HOME CALL THE POLICE!!!

He just called himself a hunk I'm killing myself

Vincent you are no hunk half the fandom headcannons you to have the sluttiest waist and aesthetic skinny Pinterest fingers you are a twink

I saw the imperium AU alright. I was THERE

And I'm not just talking about imp Adam, I'm talking about Imp! ASHER. You think I didn't see that shit?

"What's the matter Lovely? Weren't expecting to come home to find a man on your bed?' YES.

"These sheets are heavenly by the way. I'm sure they must feel good balled up in your fists."

The sheets in question:

"So many questions, don't you ever go with the flow?"

Vincent really just said "when I'm waiting for you in your bed after a long day I want appreciation! Not this "Who are you?" "How did you get into my house?" "What are you doing here?""

DON'T YOU GIGGLE AT ME LIKE YOU'RE CURRENT VINCENT I STILL DON'T LIKE YOU

AND YOU LOVELY DON'T YOU HIT HIM ALL PLAYFULLY LIKE HE ISN'T A STRANGE MAN THAT BROKE INTO YOUR APARTMENT!! YOUR ASS IS NOT HONEY SIT DOWN.

"Where exactly are we standing in terms of your beliefs?" Now he's talking like a therapist great.

3:21 tummy rumble #3

"Alright I'm serious. This is my serious voice. Can't you tell?"

Eugghhhhhhhhhhh

Senorita awesome everybody

"are you afraid I might put you in some kind of trans?" Too late 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

"bend your will to mine? Make your body and mind my playground?" Literally leave this shit to Adam. I don't need both of y'all pulling this noncon fantasy bullshit

"they gotta be contacts" wait til this mf find out some people have gray eyes naturally

My ass was so disappointed when I found out their eyes weren't red listening to this for the first time

"see? *tap tap tap* fangs" you can get fangs implanted by a dentist. Like I get you really are a vampire but like you're making this game extremely easy

7:33 tummy rumble #4

7:47 tummy rumble #5

Listen, if a strange man pins me down onto my bed to prove he has special abilities, super strength or not, I'm kicking him in the ballz to prove a point

"I wanted to take you right there." IN FRONT OF YOUR WHOLE CLAN??!?!?

Current Vincent: the Solaire clan doesn't need to kill to get what they want. I only killed Adam because I had to

Ep2 Vincent: I would've killed anyone who got close to you lmao ♥️

I want to focus at the matter at hand but all I can hear is Erik's chair rattling

"that was too close... I almost lost it" Vincent is turning into Lasko yay

"I won't loose control"- Vincent an episode before he looses control

And there he goes

Next vid:

Audio RP | Flirty vampire looses control

Time to get reminded that I actually hate Adam and that he's not just a silly little fact got vamp

HIS VOICE SOUNDED SO DIFFERENT EUGHHH

WHY HASN'T HE HIT PUBERTY YET ☹️

"What's the matter? Your little boyfriend never transed you before?" Well somebody's jealous

"I never would've pegged Vincent as the uh... sentimental type?" Believe me there is no universe where you're pegging Vincent in any way shape or form

1:09 tummy rumble #6

"We could all hear the conversation you two were having ya know." Yeah and you were edging yourself the whole time

"Oh relax I'm just touching you." Adam.

"Is a vampire toying with you a lot less fun when he's not a self conscious little coward?" ADAM😨

"Vincent isn't anything in this clan, I hope you know that." BOOO BOOO🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅CRINGE

For the love of god stop squealing you fruity piece of shit

This fucker is so gay why are you standing there fantasizing about what sort of intimate acts your nemesis was doing to this person

4:34 tummy rumble #7

Also someone please tell him to stop doing that weird ass high pitched wheeze laugh it's getting annoying

EWWW I DON'T LIKE TONGUE NOISES NO NO NOT LIKE THIS

How I imagine Vincent slapped Adam:

"Evening Vincent 💞😋" this fucker so gay

Him saying "oh fuck" with his voice all quivery and shit wasn't because he was scared it was cut he was hard I know Erik told me personally

The way Vincent doesn't sound intimidating at ALL LMAO

Imagine just getting practically assaulted and the guy who saved you starts growling "mine" I'd kms personally

"He, Adam, got my predator instincts going." SHUT UP OMGGGG

9:33 tummy rumble #8 ERIK EAT SOMETHING BEFORE FILMING GOTDAYM

"Why did you have to come here? I told you to stay away." You see it is because they are stupid. Hope that helps!

UGGG I HATE HIM "When Adam tries to bite you it's weird and fucked up but when I do it it's hawt🤪"

Vampire slurping noises yay

I like how in the desc he clarifies that Adam and Vincent are two different people and that it's not a Jekyll and Hyde situation

What he thought we were gonna think happened fr:

I'll probably do more videos later but I'm tiered now

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No. 17: Nowhere else to go

It’s not that Irene thinks her wife is trying to find strays out of spite. It just seems that the universe has a way to drop poor, helpless things at her feet, and Anna has a perpetually bleeding heart. It feels like every time time they go out, they manage to find another cast-aside youth that needs help.

It’s fine: that bleeding heart is one of the things that makes her love her wife so damn much. But still.

Sometimes, a quick meal and a phone call to worried parents is enough. Maybe some other, more distant relatives. Sometimes they just need a roof for a few hours to escape the weather, and a shower for a job interview. Other times, no matter how much they avoid that, the police have to be called, although they’re usually as helpful as rain in a snowstorm.

This one doesn’t look like any of those solutions will help. He looks like he’s been on the streets for a while, only discovered because of Anna’s uncanny ability to happen upon lost children. Not that the kid looks like he’s too far away from eighteen. Still, her wife would adopt thirty year olds if she could.

His name is Adam. He’s seventeen. He’s been sleeping rough for a month. Doesn’t want to say where he comes from. No family. He has a cut on the back of his head that is not healing, and he is hungry.

Irene looks him over silently as Anna frets over his skinny frame, no matter how much he tries to awkwardly assure her he’s always been like this. He’s awkward all over, like he doesn’t know what to say or do when it comes to other people. It’s almost cute.

“Well, do you need a place to stay the night?” Anna asks, and Irene sees the way the kid seems to want to say ‘yes’, but ends up shaking his head.

“You can leave whenever you want,” she steps in, because the refusal can have a lot of reasons, and she’s not heartless. She doesn’t actually want a kid to keep sleeping on the streets. Especially a kid who looks like he’s been running a fever for days. “And we’re not calling anyone if you don’t want us to. There’s others too. Kids just like you.”

There’s a pause, while Adam looks between them. The poor boy needs a shower and someone to look at the back of his head. It doesn’t look good. Irene notices he never looks them in the eye. Fuck, dealing with children like this always makes her angry. She wants to find his parents and—

“Come on, sweetie, it’s okay,” Anna tells him. “I promise. It’ll be alright. Just for dinner.”

Adam hesitates again, looking around like he’s expecting something. Or like he’s running away from someone. But he ends up nodding his head slowly, and it makes Anna smile. Good, if they can get him to open up, they can see how they can help him. Probably not by looking for his family, it looks like. Any mention of parents or relatives has Adam recoiling further. Not the first time they’ve seen it.

For now, the kid needs warm food, a bed, a doctor, and some guidance. And they can provide all of that, if he’ll only let them.

That cut really needs to be looked at.

Anna keeps speaking to him like he’s some sort of frightened animal or small child, and it doesn’t work for all of them, but it’s certainly working with Adam. Irene’s not a psychologist, there’s no point in trying to make guesses about the kid’s trauma. Better to let him heal first, even if they don’t know the details. She just needs to know if he’s in any immediate danger.

Hopefully he’ll fit in with the rest of the children, because when he breaks down crying in the car when Anna gently asks him about his injuries, they’re sure he’ll be staying with them for a long time.

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The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 5:

The years went by in a blur and before Lucifer knew it, Charlie had presented. It was no surprise to anyone that she had presented as an Alpha. Watching her grow and helping guide her has been an honor and some of the best moments in his life. Teaching her magic, showing her how the politics of Hell worked, hyping her up and comforting her on those bad days... He wouldn't miss any of it. Though, threatening the son of one of his only friends for making his little girl cry was not something he had seen coming. But he wasn't just gonna let him get away with it. Friends with that boy's father or not, there was Hell to pay. 

That friendship had crumbled from there. Good. They didn't them in their lives. Their close-knit pack of himself, Charlie, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus was doing just fine! That is, until his lovely daughter came to him with an idea for a hotel. A hotel to rehabilitate sinners. That she would live in to keep an eye on everything and everyone, to lead them and run them through all the activates to help them. Leaving Lucifer all alone in his palace.

He, of course, offered her his full support. Whatever he could do help. Gave her an old building of theirs to use, sent her large monthly allowance to help pay for things she needed for the hotel that was separate from her own personal allowance. Let her use the limo whenever she needed. He barely used it anyways. And Charlie, the sweet and clever girl she is, could sense how he felt. Offered, almost insisting, that he come and live with them at the hotel.

It took him a while to reassure her that he would be fine at the palace. That he'd spend lots of time with the other sins and maybe even some of the Ars Goetia. That she had nothing to worry about. So, when she finally decided it was time to move out, Lucifer tried to keep himself busy. Keep those good days and try to make the bad days not come crashing down on him. Partying with Beel, gossiping with Ozzie, fighting with Mammon about copyright. No, he was not salty about the outcome!

Working on his own personal projects was a time sync and kept his mind focused on something besides the horrible memories. Though, the longer he was alone at home the more his dark thoughts crept up on him and dug their claws in. Surprisingly, no matter how busy his siblings were they always came to check up on him and pull him out of his depressive spiral. However, it couldn't last forever.

Lucifer had unfortunately double booked himself. Not only did he have a meeting with his two favorite sins, but he also had a meeting with... ugh. Adam. He sucked it up and called Charlie. She could totally handle one of those meetings. "Hey~ Charlie."

"Oh! Hey dad! Are you okay? You don't usually call first."

"Don't worry, kiddo. I'm fine. I was just wondering if maybe... if you weren't too busy? Could you do me a favor? I double booked meetings for today. Could you handle the one with your aunt and uncle?"

Charlie smiled brightly at the request. Yes! A chance to help her dad and one where he's asking for once! "Of course! I'll get ready and go right away!"

"Great! Thank you so much. I'll make sure to thank you properly later. I'm running late to my meeting with Adam-"

"What?! No! No no no. Dad you are not going to be alone with Adam. One of the few alphas whose scent can affect you to the point of triggering an early heat."

And there was that protective streak of hers. Still as strong as ever. "Charlie. He doesn't even show up in person to last minute meetings like these. He'll just be a hologram. I'll be fine."

"I'll go in your place just to be safe."

Shaking his head with a small smile, Lucifer softly sighed out. There was no way she was gonna change her mind. "Alright, alright. You go ahead and go. Oh! And you should use this chance to tell him about your hotel."

"That's a great idea!"

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