#more that than the secret crush thing that it was

[betrayusofficalwife]

🍓 if they weren’t electrocuted to death, they would be the ruler of Pac world after wining the war

🍒 scaring others, hurting Pac and his friends and kidnapping the repository

🍎 Slug juice

🍉 nope they are not, but they do feel like a god though

🍑 at first, he didn’t believe me all that well when we met, but over the years, he finally understood what being kind is and only gave it to me, but he hides it in secret because it feels like he shouldn’t be showing weakness to anyone else

🍊 they know I’ll just bite into it, peels and all

🥭 they have a stuffed animal, it’s a pink rabbit that he gave me and I have it irl. We both share it. His name is Mr, Evil snufflebunnykinz

🍍 I will be in his school and change his life, dating and supporting him, making sure he gets love that he deserves

🍌 *shrug* we don’t know what that is, but Betrayus is secretly scared of lightning

🍋 he wouldn’t change a thing, he thinks he’s perfect and handsome already, which he is

🍋‍🟩 he doesn’t believe any of that crap

🍈 he kinda does and doesn’t, he believes that he will eventually take over Pac world

🍏 he’s actually doesn’t give a crap about that stuff, could care less. In his words it’s “I don’t care about that dumb LGBTQ shit, I’m more focused on trying take over Pac world and become more powerful than my brother!”

🍐 he checks out his claws and sharpens them

🥝 even if I tried, his slime/ectoplasm will make it come right off, nothing sticks onto him

🫒 he don’t like hugs from anyone BUT me

🫐 neither, he’s just determined about what he wants

🍇 probably still sulking and crushing over that dumbass Spheria person

🥥 planning world domination, abusing his buttler and that scientist Dr Buttocks. He also loves seeing people get hurt

🍅 he’ll steal them actually

🌶️ he can’t get sick anymore

🫚 He will not eat vegetables or anything healthy

🥕 immediately yes, he HATES them

🧅 when his mom yells at him, such a big baby

🌽 the only one we have in common is dragons, we both love dragons. But he likes poodles, which I used to like as a kid but I like cats

🥦 seeing pac man and literally everyone else unless he knows he can manipulate them

🥒 I don’t really think so

🥬 he’s a walking red flag

🫛 he likes them, but he doesn’t wanna use them in public, it could “mess up his reputation”

🫑 he never told me if he was or not, but he’s dead already so there’s nothing he’s afraid of which is a lie

🥑 wanting to be a ruler

🍠 hurt others, check his claws, sleep, laugh at his brother, or cuddle with me

🍆 They don’t have a favorite scent, I don’t think he can even smell anything…

🥔 he doesn’t know how to cook, but he also don’t like to cook, he usually orders someone else to do it

🍄‍🟫 he definitely wants to be human again

the ULTIMATE f/o infodumping ask game!

(this is gonna be a long one...)

🍓 - disregarding the career your f/o currently has, what other career would they consider going into, if given the chance?

🍒 - if your f/o and you spend a day doing anything, anything at all, what would they do and why?

🍎 - what's your f/o's favorite drink? any drink, alcoholic or non alcoholic!

🍉 - is your f/o religious? what's their opinion on religion or spirituality?

🍑 - is your f/o more comfortable giving or receiving gifts? why? do they have any preferences on gifts they like receiving?

🍊 - if you asked your f/o to peel an orange for you, what would they do?

🥭 - did your f/o have stuffed animals growing up? do they still have stuffed animals? do they have a favorite?

🍍 - if you could change any one thing about your f/os backstory/character, what would you change? why?

🍌 - does your f/o have a vendetta against The Big Light™? what kind of lighting do they prefer?

🍋 - if your f/o could change one thing about themselves, what would they change and why?

🍋‍🟩 - is your f/o superstitious? is there any habits they follow or quirks they have to follow said superstitions? like not opening umbrellas indoors to avoid back luck?

🍈 - does your f/o believe in fate? do they thing everything is preplanned out by the universe or a higher power, or do they think that the idea of fate is bogus? why?

🍏 - if you have any queer headcanons for your f/o, how did they realize they were queer?

🍐 - does your f/o have any nervous ticks or idle quirks they do? like mindlessly tapping on a desk or fiddling with their hair when they're stressed?

🥝 - would your f/o ever let you do their make-up? what does their make-up process look like? is it simple? complex?

🫒 - what kind of hugger is your f/o? do they give good hugs? do they like hugs? do they like receiving hugs?

🫐 - is your f/o more of a writer or an artist? would you say your f/o is more left or right brained?

🍇 - if you and your f/o never met, what do you think your f/o would be doing right now?

🥥 - what hobbies does your f/o have? is there any hobby they would like to get into that they haven't tried out yet? what is it?

🍅 - if your f/o could buy you any gift in the world, whether it exists or not, what would they buy you? or, if they could make you something, what would it be?

🌶️ - does your f/o have any remedies they follow when they get sick? like taking a shot of whiskey to get rid of a fever?

🫚 - is your f/o a picky eater? is there any foods they will not under any circumstances, gun to their head, eat?

🥕 - when your f/o was little, did they dislike vegetables? do they still dislike them?

🧅 - what makes your f/o cry? do they get emotional at sad movies or books? do they only get emotional under very rare circumstances?

🌽 - does your f/o have a favorite animal? what is it? are they scared of any animals?

🥦 - does your f/o have any pet peeves? things that just really really get on their nerves? what are they and why?

🥒 - what's your f/o afraid of? do they have any phobias? anything minor they're scared of?

🥬 - what are some beige flags your f/o has? so, not bad, but not nessecarily good either. just. "oh. you do This."

🫛 - how does your f/o feel about pet names or nicknames? do they like them? hate them? what are their favorites and least favorites to be called and to use?

🫑 - how does your f/o feel about death? are they afraid of it? is there anything specific they'd like to do before they die?

🥑 - is there any niche topics your f/o is interested in? what are they and why do they like them?

🍠 - what are a few of your f/os favorite pastimes or things that they do when they're bored?

🍆 - does your f/o have a favorite scent? why is it their favorite? do they have a least favorite scent?

🧄 - does your f/o have any allergies? food or otherwise?

🥔 - does your f/o have any food dishes they make often? is there any foods you make for your f/o that they enjoy?

🍄‍🟫 - if your f/o could be any mythological species, what would they be? if your f/o is already a mythological species, would they ever want to be human?

I recommend practicing reblog karma ! people love infodumping about their f/os :) I also recommend sending more than one emoji at a time,,, there are Many here...!!!

[pssyscker4life]

"What's so weird about liking her?"

Syp: An obsessive guy who never really knew how a woman could be interested in a crazy guy like him. But he's so hot tho, you couldn't resist.

Warning! :satoru x f! reader! kind of a size kink? MDNI GUYS MDNI, sexual interactions, +18, a bit of dirty talk teheee :3

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who was unaware of his obsession with you until Suguru asked him.

It all started out normal; simple glances at your face, your curves, your ass. Everything seemed normal, until slowly the obsession grew bigger.

"Bro, i told you i just find her cute!" Satoru protested as Suguru just said "Sure, sure..." while rolling his eyes.

He forgot about that obsessive subject for a long time, because he believed it was a lie. You're just attractive, that's all. "She's just a girl," the white-haired boy repeated to himself every day he lost himself looking at each of your gestures.

And that level of love led him to this; In his room fucking his fist looking at your Instagram photos. Your bikini photos, with elegant dresses and a smile so charming that he swore that just by looking into your eyes he would be able to release all his precum.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who never thought about doing it, but he did witchcraft on you so that you would fall in love with him once and for all.

It was all because of a conversation with Shoko, she was talking about how she used that method to make a boy fall in love with her. And oh, of course Satoru wouldn't let that information slide when he got such a pretty girl to bewitch.

And now he's in his kitchen, writing your name on a piece of paper with a red pen and following Shoko's orders. He felt like the luckiest boy in the world; well, now you would be interested in him as much as he's interested in you.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who felt like his dick was going to explode from that text message you sent him.

It wasn't anything important, just you asking him if he wanted to go out to get something to eat. But, need I repeat? Satoru is obsessed with you, and every single move you made or every single thing you said to him made him hotter than the fucking sun itself.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who felt an enormous and unbearable need to simply bend you over anywhere and take you. They were just perverted thoughts but god he was so tempted.

He was with several girls, but he knew that you were going to be much more affectionate, much sweeter and much more submissive than any other girl.

Every thought drives Satoru crazy. He imagines you, trembling and eyes rolled behind the back of your head as he fucks you dumb. He's sure your pussy would be far more angelic than his calloused fist that he must stroke himself with while thinking of you.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who got so fucking excited when you two started dating. You had a crush on him before, but you didn't know if that feeling was mutual, so you kept it a secret.

But, the dates kept going on and on until it happened; that kiss you both wanted so much came true. It wasn't like the rom-coms on TV, but it was so magical. Your lips were so soft and pink, he swore that your lips were like touching the clouds.

He felt so cheesy at the time, but it was all worth it. Because it was you, and he was only interested in you, no one else.

And he knew that this wasn't temporary, he never felt this way. Your eyes were like seeing the most beautiful star, your touch so soft that he felt like it was all just a dream.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who felt like he was in heaven as your fingertips tangled tightly his hair as you tried to fit Satoru's length inside your wet heat.

"Nggh, 'Toru— 's too big" you complained between overstimulated sobs, which made Satoru chuckle meanly.

"C'mon, baby, i know you can take it all." The white-haired man said as he thrust mercilessly, making his head roll back in pleasure.

He felt like if he came early, he'd have to pull out of your addictive pussy. But you've already cum twice with his fingers and now you're chasing your third orgasm with a thick, rock-hard cock.

"'m cumming, 'toru! mmhh–" Erotic sounds escaped your lips as you felt a knot that needed to be released.

"Yeah? You're gonna cream all this cock, huh?" Satoru was smirking so hard that it didn't seem like he was trying not to cum the whole time. The heat was burning in your insides, and you felt your orgasm hit you like a fucking truck, so hard that you felt like that had been the best orgasm of your life.

Satoru gave a couple of hard thrusts, leaving all his seed inside you, and watching as it slowly overflowed inside you after having completely filled you with his hot cum.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who now knows that Shoko's witchcraft trick worked, because now he has you asleep in his arms after fucking you senseless! :3

HEYYY!!! this is my first time posting on Tumblr 😺😺 Would love ya if you like and repost, that would be so sweet 😌😌

English is not my first language, so correct me if smth is wrong!

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Dress Up, Part 5: The Gift (Come Fly With Me)✨

Boo! Surprise chapter! This idea was sparked by some conversations I had with the bestie @citrusbatsandhoneybees along with some great ideas from @rosen-und-mondlicht, I hope you enjoy this one <3

P.S.: There is a little time skip between this chapter and the last!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Lucifer wants to give you the best birthday present he could think of, something that you and him can finally share together...

Warnings: 18+, smut, light wing play, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, clone shenanigans, pegging, biting, multiple orgasms, little bit of angst

"Happy Birthday, angel."

Lucifer's soft words caused you to stir awake. You peaked one eye open and saw your darling husband smiling down at you as he hovered above you, twirling your hair with his finger. You moaned and covered your head with the heavy sheets. You kept telling yourself that you would stop falling asleep without any clothes on since you always woke up freezing in the morning. But you and Lucifer went at it for so long the night before that you both ended up passing out almost immediately! But such is the price you pay when you marry the most beautiful creature in existence!

"Noooo," you whined playfully, "too early. Too cold."

Lucifer chuckled while he uncovered your head and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek. "It's never too early to start celebrating!"

Lucifer was absolutely terrible at keeping secrets, especially when it came to you. You could tell from his chipper tone that he had something extraordinary planned for your special day, even though you told him there's nothing he could give you; you already had him, that was more than enough. Lucifer pressed himself against you, spooning you and draping an arm and a leg over your frigid body. "Plus, I can always warm you up, you know," he teased.

"Oh, what a generous offer," you rolled your eyes at him and laughed. "But maybe you're right, we should probably head to the hotel. I'm sure Charlie spent a lot of time with some sort of surprise party or..."

"Actually, love," Lucifer cut you off, "I was hoping we could have breakfast first."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Well, we can! But I'm not all that hungry right now, I hardly ever eat in the morning."

"Oh, I know," Lucifer's hand traveled down the length of your arm to your elbow, finally letting it fall to your hip. "I, on the other hand, am starving," he whispered sensually into your ear.

Goosebumps littered your skin as you realized what your insatiable lover was insinuating. "Was last night not enough for you, Luci?"

"I promise you that for as long as I exist, I could never have enough of you," he responded softly, his thumb rubbing loose circles on your skin.

Your cheeks were practically burning now. Even after all this time, the incarnation of temptation itself never failed to make you swoon. It felt as though you found yourself crushing on the devil all over again as if you weren't already his beloved wife.

Lucifer's hands remined on the curve of your hips, his golden eyes almost pleading for a response. You knew he would never do anything unless you gave him permission; just one of his amazing qualities. You took a hold of his hand and guided towards your core, leaving  no doubt in his mind. You smiled and nodded, watching his face practically light up. His fingers wasted no time finding that sensitive bundle of nerves between your folds, starting with small rhythmic circles. A sharp gasp fell from your lips as your body fell prey to his ministrations once again. He knew your body like it was his own, all that mattered to him was your pleasure. It wasn't long before you felt two of his blackened digits slip slowly inside you. Effortlessly, Lucifer pumped them in and out of you; he couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction to just being fingered. To him, it was the most adorable thing; he wanted nothing more to bring you pleasure. Especially on a day as special as this. After a minute or two, he withdrew his fingers from you and wrapped his forked tongue around them, licking up every drop of your delicious slick. It drove him wild.

"I adore the way you taste, love," he cooed as you mourned the loss of his fingers, a tiny whimper escaping your throat. "Aww hon, don't guilt trip me like that! Come on, why don't you have a seat?"

Before you could respond, Lucifer swiftly moved your body on top of his, your legs now spread around his eager face. He beamed up at you before trailing kisses up the length of your thighs. Your breath hitched as his lips found your needy clit.

"Gaa-aaahh...Luci..." you managed to choke out as the devil began to lose himself in your taste. Words were useless now, there was no stopping him once he started. Not that you ever wanted him to. Your gripped his soft golden hair with one hand as your other reached for the headboard to steady yourself from his relentless motions. Your mind was beginning to fog again, it was difficult to even form any coherent words. Even in your daze, you managed to turn around and noticed Lucifer's lower half still concealed by the comforter. It didn't seem fair to you that you were getting all of the special treatment while your poor husband was left neglected. Without warning, you removed your hand from the headboard and threw off the sheets to reveal Lucifer's very noticeable erection. A small gasp left Lucifer's lips, but that did nothing to deter him from his actions.

"O-On second th-thought..." you mumbled out, "m-maybe I am a little hungry..."

You raised your hips from Lucifer's face to try and turn around, wanting to give him the same feeling he was giving you. But before you could even move and inch, the man beneath you forced you back down onto his desperate mouth. You yelped in protest, trying and failing to break out of the angelic grip he had on your hips.

"Mm-mmm" he mumbled into your skin, shaking his head.

"L-Lucifer!" you chastised him. "What are you doing? Don't you want-"

"No," he answered softly. "I-I mean, yes! But not right now...stay here..."

You raised your eyebrow. Lucifer was never one to turn down the feeling of your lips on his cock. And he knew how much you loved to bring him to the brink with your tongue alone. "I-I thought I was the birthday girl. I don't think y-you can say no to me, legally speaking."

Lucifer chuckled as he peppered small kisses on your slick folds. "I promise I will give you whatever you want today, no questions asked. Just...later. For now, your pleasure is the only thing I care about." You were about to say something back before he peered up at you with pleading eyes. "Please...Please don't worry about me. I'll be fine!" You sighed but conceded. Lucifer was nothing if not selfless; given that it was your birthday, you shouldn't have expected anything less.

"O-Oh alright," you pouted, "but I'm going t-to hold you to that promise!"

"I would expect nothing less from you, my queen," Lucifer grinned. "Now, where was I?"

Lucifer's ravenous nature took over once more, reveling in your taste. You found your hips bucking against him almost involuntarily. Unraveling you was his favorite pastime, one of which he would never tire. His lips worked furiously against your swollen nub; your breathy moans only egged him on. With little warning, you came hard against his eager mouth, gripping his hair as your walls contracted repeatedly. Your husband relished the taste of your orgasm, humming gleefully and licking you clean.

"Good girl," he praised, pressing soft kisses to your thighs as you tried to catch your breath. He gingerly took a hold of your hips and placed you back down onto the mattress, peppering kisses along your cheek and jaw. "Now if you'll excuse me, my queen, I need to take a VERY cold shower." You dared not look at what you could only imagine was a throbbing erection between his legs. You wouldn't be able to resist helping him out otherwise. Lucifer rose from the bed and started to make his way to the bathroom, but not before you caught his wrist.

"Can I at least join you?" you asked, batting your eyes. Lucifer gave you an amused look and raised an eyebrow. "I really don't want to spend my birthday covered in sweat, Luci! I promise I'll behave! You have my word." You signed an X symbol over your heart before raising your hand to signal your honest intentions. Your lover chuckled lightly, giving you a chaste kiss on your lips.

"You're right," he responded, trailing his hand down against your cheek. "I can't say no to you. Just give me a minute or two, alright? I really DO need a cold shower!"

You nodded in agreement and waited patiently as Lucifer fought to get his body under control again. Just as you promised, your shower was uneventful, taking turns washing each other's hair and bodies. Small intimate moments like these were some of your favorites. Being naked together in a non-sexual way proved just how much trust and love the two of you had for one another. And it could only grow stronger. When Lucifer was washing your back, however, you started to hear him humming to himself, tracing the lowest space between your shoulder blades with his free hand.

"That tickles, you know," you chimed in, breaking Lucifer out of his trance.

"O-Oh! Sorry, love, I didn't mean to do that. Got a little distracted." He sighed, not in disappointment, no. More like...he was daydreaming.

"Oh yes, my back is mesmerizing, isn't it?" you teased.

Lucifer laughed with you. "I'm glad you finally admitted it! It's about time someone else appreciated the perfect form of the prettiest woman in the realm!" Your face felt hot once again. You would never understand how Lucifer could manage to fluster you even after being together for a while now. "Actually, I was thinking about your gift this year."

You hummed. Lucifer always managed to outdo himself for every one of your birthdays, even though you always had to remind him not to go overboard. A brand-new wardrobe full of the most expensive clothes, the countless number of shimmering necklaces and earrings, the song he wrote and performed just for you; you couldn't help but think it was way more than you ever deserved.

"You know you never need to get me anything, right?" You turned your head to the side and smiled softly at him. "Not that I don't adore what you give me, but I have everything I could possibly need and more."

"Darling, you deserve more than everything," he responded as he continued to trace shapes along the skin of your back. "but this year, I think it's important that I tell you what I want to give you."

You paused, tilting your head in confusion. This was bizarre. The man was the worst at keeping secrets, but somehow he always managed to surprise you with his extravagant gifts for your birthday; he would never say a peep!

"It's okay Lucifer, you don't have to tell me! I know you like to keep me guessing and I don't mind-"

"No, this is different," he said cutting you off. "B-But it's not bad! Am I making it seem bad? God, this is the worst start to a pitch for birthday gift ever, huh?"

You could only laugh. The poor thing tended to stress himself out over the littlest things. You turned around and embraced him as the hot water from the shower rained down on your bodies.

"You're silly," you chuckled. "Of course, I know it's not going to be bad; it's from you!" You watched as a faint gold color dusted his cheeks. It was the cutest thing; if you could fluster him all the time, you would. "Let's finish up here and you can tell me all about it, okay?"

The angel smiled and nodded, pushing some fallen strands of damp hair behind your ear. You turned off the shower and tried to make your way to your closet before his charcoal hand took a hold of your wrist.

"This is going to sound a just a little suspicious, but don't get dressed just yet." You raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, don't give me that look! I promise there's a very good reason! Here!" With a quick snap of his fingers, you found your body and hair were now perfectly dry with your favorite robe appearing around your body. "There you go! To prove there are no underlying intentions, I've shielded myself from your temptations!"

You rolled your eyes as he snapped himself a robe. "Do you know how easily I can remove this?" you asked playfully as you teased the tied-up straps of your garment. "And yours?"

"Hooonnnnneeeeyyyy," Lucifer whined. "I literally just got myself to calm down, please don't make me take a cold shower again!"

You giggled, agreeing to let him have his way. For now. The two of you walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "So, tell me, Luci, what's this gift you're so worked up about?"

Lucifer smiled softly and took a hold over your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your supple skin. "Well, it uhh...it involves my magic. Which is why I think it's important that I tell you beforehand. Because what I want to do, what I want to give you, is permanent. It can't be undone. So, if you're not one hundred percent on board with this, then your gift will be whatever else you desire!" He fell silent and held your face in his hand.

You don't know why, but you started to feel your heart beating a little faster, you could almost hear the blood pounding in your ears. You weren't scared, no. Maybe excited? But that didn't seem to be right either. The few seconds of silence was killing you. You had to know what he was planning. "What is it, Lucifer?" you asked, not being able to wait any longer.

He let out a deep breath before answering. "My love, would you like to fly with me?"

You furrowed your brows at his unexpected response. "Well, I mean, sure! We go flying all the time! I like seeing the rings from above, and you holding me so close is always a nice bonus. Is there something special about this trip?"

Lucifer only shook his head. "That's not exactly what I'm asking, sweetie. I mean, would you like to go flying with me? With your own set of wings?"

Oh...

Oh!

"H-How?" you stammered. "I didn't even know that was possible..."

"Well, luckily for you, your husband is a seraphim!" Lucifer announced proudly. "Only the highest-ranking angels can use magic this powerful! That is...if that's what you want. I-I can always come up with something else if you don't want them! I'm just now realizing that I did not plan ahead...if you give me a minute I can-"

"Lucifer, slow down!" you held is hands tight. "You didn't even give me a chance to answer, goofball!"

He smiled sheepishly, taking a few deep breaths. "Right, right, I'm sorry. You know me, chronic overthinker! So...is that a yes, then?"

You nod. "Yes, it is. I would love to have wings, Luci, to be able to fly with you."

Lucifer shot off the bed with excitement, taking you by the wrists and twirling you in a circle, a fit of giggles erupting from the both of you. When you finally stopped, he gazed into your eyes longingly before pressing a single kiss on your cheek. "You're absolutely sure, right? Because after I'm done, they'll be a part of you forever."

You smiled and returned a kiss to his cheek. "I'm sure. They'll be a part of me just like you are. Forever."

You could almost see the tears welling up in Lucifer's eyes as you spoke. He leaned in close to you, his breath hot on your ear. "For all time. Here, come with me." He walked you over to the center of the room, and with a snap of his fingers, created a large wall of mirrors that encircled the two of you. "Just to make this less scary, I want  you to be able to see what I'm doing. Think of this as like...getting a tattoo!"

You let out a small shaky breath. "Will it hurt?"

"Somewhat," Lucifer replied, "but not too much. Embedding angelic magic is a bit of a tricky process. I won't be able to stop once I've started, so I want to check with you one last time...do you want this?"

"I do," you answered unwaveringly. "Besides, you know I can handle my fair share of pain," you winked at him.

Lucifer quickly pressed his face into your back while he gripped your shoulders, trying and failing to hide his blushing face. "Why do you have to say things like that?! I will not fall for your devious tricks, temptress! You can't distract me!"

You couldn't contain your laughter as your husband desperately attempted to get control of his thoughts. "The day's still young, hon."

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he lifted your robe off of your shoulders. You helped him by letting the garment fall to the small of your back. You stared at the mirror and watched as the angel began to glow, a faint light encompassing his body. It was a rare sight for you, it felt impossible to look away.

"Deep breaths for me, love," he said. You did as he asked. "Good. Keep as still as you can for me. This will only take a minute."

His darkened finger pressed into your skin and began to move slowly. His touch was hot. Very hot. But not to the point of being unbearable. You winced as you felt your skin being burned by his magic. It was difficult to tell what he was doing in the different reflections around you, so you decided to focus on your breathing, deciding distracting yourself from the pain was the best option.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

"Your doing so well," Lucifer cooed, "I'm halfway done." His finger shifted over to the other side of your back and began the same process. You smiled weakly even though it felt like you were being branded by a hot iron. Lucifer could tell you were in pain; your silence was his indication. He knew you were focusing all of your power into keeping as motionless as possible and doing your best not to scream.

Without moving your body, your brough your hand up your mouth, biting down on the base of your index finger. He had warned you; he had told you it may hurt, but this was not the level of pain you were expecting. And just before a cry of agony threatened to escape your throat, it stopped. The pain was gone. A single tear rolled down your cheek that was immediately wiped away by Lucifer who had rushed in front of you to embrace you.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he begged, "I know that was a lot. But it's over now!"

You let out a heavy sigh, your body relaxing after being constricted for what felt like hours. You wrapped your arms around Lucifer, stroking his golden hair. "It's okay, Luci. I'm okay," you reassured him. "Just a little more than I was expecting..."

Lucifer began to press small kisses to the top of your exposed breasts. "Sometimes I forget that you're not invincible," he admitted. "Guess I lied to you when I said it wouldn't hurt that much, please forgive me."

You smiled and placed a quick peck to the top of his head. "You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie. I agreed to it. But like you said, it's over now, no need to wallow in the past."

Lucifer smiled in relief before leaning in to kiss your soft lips. You held him there for a bit, placing your hand behind his head as your tongues became entangled. Lucifer pulled away from you, much to your dismay, and chuckled. "So impatient," he breathed against your lips.

"Can't blame a girl for trying," you replied.

Lucifer hummed softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Do you want to see what I've done?" You nodded, finally taking a peak in the mirror, expecting to see that your back had been burnt to a crisp. But it wasn't, it looked perfectly normal. Except, of course, for the two new crimson markings that now adorned your skin. From what you could tell, they looked like two large gashes, as if someone had carved your skin with a knife. A hot, burning knife laced with poison. Thankfully, you no longer felt any of the excruciating pain that you had felt moments before.

"You know," you finally spoke up, "for the amount of pain I was in, you would think they would have been bigger!"

"Hey now!" Lucifer shot back playfully, "I already feel bad enough for having to hurt you like I did!"

"You know I'm teasing, Luci," you cooed. "I do have a question, though. Why don't you have the same markings on your back?"

"Ahh, good question!" the angel exclaimed as he helped readjust your robe. "I was created as an angel; my wings are inherently a part of me. I do have markings, but I can hide them!"

"Oh," you sighed. "Am I allowed to see them?"

Lucifer smirked. "Is this just a ploy of your so you can see me naked? You've been rather ravenous today, you know."

Your hands flew to his waist, bringing him flush against you. "When you have the prettiest angel in existence as your husband, how could I not be?" Once again, his cheeks turned a pale-yellow color at your compliment, burying his face in your chest and letting out a small squeak of embarrassment. You stroked his hair, doing your best to console him. "But no, I am actually curious! I've never gotten to see them. I'll be on my best behavior!"

Lucifer flashed a toothy grin at you before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips once again. "Oh, alright. I believe you. And who am I to say no to my queen?" He stood up straight and turned his back to you, undoing his robe and letting it droop off of his shoulders, letting it fall to his waist. His pale white skin changed before your eyes. While once there was nothing, now displayed identical markings to yours. The only different was that he had six slits, three on each side.

You reached out your hand before pausing. "Are they sensitive?" you asked.

Lucifer cocked his head to the side. "They're...more tender than anything. The wings themselves are sensitive, but you knew that already," he winked. He was right, you were very much aware of how Lucifer reacted when you stroked his wings in the past. You adored the sounds he made when you ran your fingers through his feathers and-NO! You promised to behave. You shook those less than pure thoughts from your head and pressed to fingers into one of Lucifer's markings. Strangely, they felt a bit warmer than the rest of his body, but it was a nice sensation, nonetheless.

"Beautiful..." was the only word you could utter upon seeing these markings on your husband’s body.

Lucifer chucked and fixed his robe. "You flatter me too much, darling." With another snap of his fingers, all of the mirrors surrounding you had vanished. "I could say the same thing about you! And I will! Because you are so so SO beautiful!" Without warning, he scooped you up bridal style and began peppering kisses all over your smiling face. He carried you over to your closet before setting you back down. "So, are you ready for your first flying lesson?"

"Right...f-flying..." It completely escaped you that you would actually be using you wings to fly. It's not like you were afraid of heights; Lucifer and you have flown together countless times. the only difference being that you were always cradled in his arms. What you feared was the falling.

Lucifer sensed the trepidation in your wavering voice and softly squeezed your hand. "I won't let anything happen to you; I promise. I'll be with you every step of the way. Wait, no...flap of the way? You know what I mean!" You smiled and let out a deep breath. He kissed you on the cheek before leaving to let you change. "Don't worry about your outfit too much, love, your wings won't tear anything up! Magic is neat like that, huh? I'll meet you out on the balcony!"

As soon as you were alone, you picked out the most practical outfit in your wardrobe. Dresses and skirts weren't going to cut it this time, you didn't need to give all of the Pride ring a free show. You picked out one of your favorite shirts and a pair jeans before heading out to meet Lucifer. And just as he said, he was standing right over the balcony that was connected to your bedroom, now fully dressed in his signature white and red outfit. You stood beside him and gripped the metal rail; the only thing between you and a nasty fall to the hard ground. The hot wind of Hell blew through your hair, whipping it back and forth, blurring your vision a bit. This was real, this was about to happen. You were about to fly.

Lucifer placed his hand on top of yours and smiled. "I'll go first, okay?" You nodded wordlessly, watching the angel climb the rail, now towering above you. "Watch and learn!" he exclaimed as he leaped down with a load cheer.

Show off, you thought to yourself.

It was only a second before Lucifer appeared in front of you once again, his large red wings spread wide as he hovered in the air. "Okay, you don't have to do exactly that," he joked, "but once you learn, you'll be able to do that and more with ease! Now, let's see those new wings of yours! All you have to do think of them and POOF! There they are!"

"Alright..." you nearly whispered. You closed your eyes, imagining yourself with a set of wings. An image flashed in your mind; you saw their shape, their size, their color...they were beautiful. Your eyes flashed open, as small gasp escaping your throat as your new wings fluttered behind you for the first time. Dazzling golden feathers glistened, your eyes drawn to their sparkle. Your eyes followed the white base of your wings from your shoulder all the way down to where they hung above the floor. You were awestruck. You could have sworn the feathers were made of real gold, but when you touched them, they were as soft as chinchilla fur. Arguably, they were even softer than Lucifer’s, which you didn't think would be possible! It was a weird sensation; the feeling of running your fingers through them. You didn't expect them to feel like they were apart of you, but they were. And you loved them. You couldn't hold back your smile, the utter joy you felt in that moment.

"Oh, golly..." Lucifer said softly, unable to pull his eyes away from the sight of you. "Sweetheart, they're...wow, you look absolutely gorgeous. I didn't think you could be any more beautiful then you already are. I stand corrected! Uhh, no, hold on...float corrected! I really have to think before I speak."

You chuckled as he hoisted you up onto the balcony railing without warning, a squeak escaping your throat in the process. His grip on you never wavered, holding you firm so you couldn't lose your balance. Against your better judgement, you looked down from your high altitude. You regretted it immediately. You shot your head back up, Lucifer looking longingly into your eyes, a soft smile spread across his lips.

"I'll keep you safe, my love," he insisted. "Can you try moving your wings for me. Slowly now..."

You nodded and did as he said, allowing yourself to feel and embrace your new body. Your wings moved back and forth lethargically. For some reason, they felt more powerful than they appeared. Your wings could carry Satan himself if they wanted to! Your worry started to lessen more and more as you grew to understand how much force they could really generate. You began to move them faster, creating stronger gusts of wind with each pass. After another moment you felt your that your feet were no longer touching any surface. Lucifer beamed, his hands loosening as you floated higher and higher. Until at last you were left to your own devices.

You were flying.

"I-I...I did it!" you exclaimed!

Lucifer flew up to you and gripped your hands tightly. "I knew you could!" Lucifer waved his hand over the Pride Ring as if he were presenting it to you. "The sky is yours, my angel, give them a go! I promise I'll stay close by just in case."

Your heart pounded in your ears; fear being replaced with exhilaration. Up here, your felt like you could do anything. With a powerful push from your wings, you were off, speeding past Lucifer and heading straight towards Pentagram City. You knew Lucifer could fly fast, but he was always more careful when he had you in his arms. You reminded yourself to scold him once you got back because this feeling was beyond imagination. You couldn't contain your laughter as your sped through the vermillion red sky. You could see everything from up here! From the Hazbin Hotel on top of the hill to the V Tower in the Entertainment District. It was magical, you would have stayed in the air there forever if you could.

Lucifer snuck up on you, soaring just above you and hanging upside down, his face parallel your yours. "You're a natural, sweetie! You caught on quick!"

You kissed his upside-down lips in response, watching a goofy smile spread across his face. "This is just...this is amazing, Lucifer! I really don't know how to thank you."

"You don't need to," he replied, "your happiness is thanks enough. Now the question is...do you want to do a little sightseeing? Orrrrr...we could have some fun!"

You tilted your head. "Fun?"

"How about a race!," he suggested. "I saw the way you moved; it was hard to keep track of you! Who knows, you may even beat moi!"

You rolled your eyes. "I highly doubt that, hon, but let's give it a shot!"

"Yay! Great! Okay uhhh..." Lucifer scanned the surrounding area. "First one to the Embassy wins!"

"Ok, you're on!" you challenged. You lined up side by side, your eyes locked on your goal. "Ready...set..."

"GO!" Lucifer yelled as he took off towards the building, leaving you floating there.

"Hey, no fair!" You called out, your voice falling on deaf ears. With all your might, you thrusted yourself forward, your wings propelling you forward at a pace you didn't think possible. You smirked as you began to catch up to your cheating husband with little effort. You ducked underneath him, pulling yourself from his line of vision if he were to look back. And wouldn't you know it, he did!"

"Sorry, love, you gotta be...wait, where'd you go?" Lucifer slowed, giving you the opportunity to soar right past him. "Woah!" you heard him shout, laughing as you came closer and closer to winning the rigged race. Within a few seconds, you managed to land successfully on top of the golden building. You turned around ready to taunt him, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Lucifer?" you called.

"There you are! What took you so long?" Lucifer turned the corner hidden by the roof, strolling up to you with a shit eating grin on his face.

Oh, that little...

"You're such a cheater!" you accused playfully. "Since when were portals allowed?"

He gasped and looked offended. "Me? A cheater? You wound me with such accusations, sweetheart! And besides, it's not like we set up any rules beforehand that didn't allow a few detours."

You huffed in annoyance. "Guess I should know you really aren't one for rules."

"Never," he confirmed, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"I want a rematch!" you demanded. You looked up to where the glowing light of Heaven shown in the sky, your lips forming into a grin. "Let's see who can fly the highest!” You spread your wings out as far as they could stretch and gave Lucifer a quick wink. “Go!"

"Wait, honey, don't-" but it was too late. You took to the air in a flash, racing to the top as fast as you could manage, leaving Lucifer in the dust.

"What's the matter, Luci, afraid you'll lose this time?" you shouted down to him. He called back to you, but it became hard to hear him the greater the distance you created. Did he say "slow down?" No. You weren't going to let him trick you again. You were going to win whatever it took! You were going to-

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You froze. And it seemed as though all of Hell below did as well. It go quiet, too quiet for the likes of the Pride Ring.

The King had spoken.

You hovered there in the air, letting Lucifer catch up to you. His demonic features were out on full display, his eyes a deep crimson red. It took you a moment to realize that you were trembling. Lucifer had never lashed out in anger for anything, not once. Hell, he never even raised his voice at you.

What had you done?

Tears started to form in your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheek. That was until Lucifer embraced you as he had finally caught up to you. You flinched when you felt his arms around you; something you had never done before. Were you...afraid of him. All of these thoughts became quiet when you heard him quietly sob into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he bawled, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I-I didn't...I mean, I'd never...God, I'm so sorry." You felt his tail wrap tightly around your leg while his claws were threatening to pierce your skin with how tightly he held onto you. "Please tell me you're alright..."

"It...It's alright, Lucifer." you voice was barely above a whisper. "And so am I." You pulled away from his embrace, watching as large tears fell down his distressed face. You've never seen him like this before, even during his darkest days when he would refuse to get out of bed. You freed one of your arms trying to wipe the tears away. "Lucifer, what's wrong? I didn't mean to upset you like this, I'm so sorry, I-"

"Love, you did nothing wrong," he answered, finally letting you go and reverting back to his normal form. "This was all my fault. My mistake. You have nothing to apologize for."

"I don't understand."

Lucifer sighed, doing his best to regain his composure. "There's something I didn't tell you. I was so blinded by joy that I'd forgotten to warn you. And it almost cost me everything." He grabbed your hands, running his thumbs over your delicate skin. You looked at him puzzled, not truly understanding what he was implying. "After what happened in Eden, Heaven wanted to be certain that I could never return. I did everything I could, I pleaded with them. But they didn't listen to me. When they cast me out...when I fell, I tried to fly back. I was desperate, and I wasn't thinking clearly. I thought I could somehow reason with them. But..." Lucifer fell silent, his expression falling with every passing second.

Your heart hurt. Lucifer hardly ever brought up his fall, or Heaven for that matter. You knew it was painful for him to talk about. What almost happened that had caused this sudden change? "What did they do to you?" you asked quietly.

Lucifer flew back from you a few feet, looking up towards the realm he once called home. "Stay right there," he said to you before flying up higher. Something happened after only a moment. A long and glowing golden chain caught Lucifer around his ankle, tethering him to Hells surface far below. He couldn't move anymore; he was made completely immobile. That was until he floated down back towards you. The chain had completely vanished. And it became clear to you. Why he had screamed, why he held you the way he did, the deep regret and remorse he was feeling...was for your protection.

"They chained you here?" you asked, your voice laced with rage and disgust.

"Yes," he spoke dejectedly. "They made sure my magic could never breach beyond this realm. My realm...And you...you're body flows with my magic now. I-If you would have gone even a little bit higher, with t-the speed you were flying...I-I..." he trailed off. He didn't have to finish his sentence to understand what he wanted to say.

You hesitated wanting to push the subject further, but you couldn't hold back the fury you felt in your soul. "What happened when you tried to go back?"

Lucifer took a deep breath before continuing. "I didn't know that chain would appear. So, when I flew up, it caught me after a certain threshold...I became damaged. “My leg was..." he paused, not wanting to continue his thought. You were glad that he didn't. "And my healing abilities could only do so much to fix it. Angels can only be damaged by other angels or their magic. Have you ever wondered why I carry around a cane with me?"

If you were honest, you never did. All you thought was that it was just an accessory of his, something that made him stand out. Never once did you think it was an aid for him. For as long as you were with him, he never indicated that he was ever in any sort of physical pain.

"I haven't had to properly use it for a long time now," he explained. "I'm practically back to the way I was before that all happened. But I keep it with me as a reminder..."

"Lucifer..." You didn't know what to say. What could you say? You were sad for him, angry for him. What Heaven had done to him was beyond forgiveness.

"But you...you weren't created as an angel," he continued. "If the same thing that happened to me were to happen to you, I'd never be able to forgive myself. And now...now your truly trapped hear because of me."

You couldn't help but squeeze his hands in defiance. "No," you said firmly. "Lucifer, please don't say that! You are the best thing that could have ever happened to me." With newfound determination, your wings carried the two of you higher until those golden chains stopped you from moving any farther. "I've never felt more free than I do right now. You may think I'm trapped here now, and even if that may be the case, I'm trapped here with you, not because of you. You are my freedom." You held his face in your hands and kissed him tenderly. "And you are my Heaven. Now tell me...what's better than being stuck with the person you love and adore the most for the rest of time?"

Lucifer laughed lightly, bringing the two of you farther and farther down. "I don't know how you manage to always make the worst situations more beautiful, but you do. But I love that about you, always able to see things on the bright side..." He returned your kiss from earlier with his own, this one more passionate and desperate, feeling as though he could have lost you. You smiled into his kiss, loving the familiar ways that he showed affection. He was hungry as if he was trying to devour you. The adrenaline was kicked into high gear and you wanted nothing more than to match it. Your hands and well as his began to roam over each other’s bodies as you still hung in the air, completely filtering out the blood curdling screams and fiery explosions below.

"Do you want to take this somewhere else, hon?" you teased breathlessly.

"I most definitely do," Lucifer smirked, "flying lessons are over for today." Your husband snapped a portal open and dragged you inside it with a laugh. The two of you landed on your king-sized mattress as your tongues continued to fight for dominance over the other. "No one out there should get to see you like this. For my eyes only..."

You positioned yourself on his lap, grinding softly on his bulge that began to grow more and more with each passing second until he was moaning in your mouth. "Luci, remember that promise you made earlier? The one where you said I could have anything I want?" Lucifer gulped and smiled sheepishly. "I think that time has come."

“I always keep my promises,” he whispered against your lips before diving back into again, his hands making their way under your shirt and up your body. “But I only ask one thing.”

“And what’s that?”

“Keep your wings out for me,” the man asked sweetly.

You nodded in agreement, running your fingers through his hair. “I never had breakfast you know. Think I should have something to eat, Luci?”

With a knowing smile, Lucifer snapped your clothes away as well as his own, too impatient for his own good. You crawled out of his lap, eyeing up his now very erect member. Licking your lips, you shifted onto your hands and knees and crawled in between his legs. You began to press small pecks to his leaking tip; his breath hitched and he became putty in your hands. With a small giggle, you fully wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, savoring the delicious musky flavor. His soft moans off the walls in your room as he gently gripped your hair. You loved the way his body trembled when you had him like this; legs spread, his cock invading your mouth, unable to speak coherently. Pure bliss.

“Aaa-aahhh, baby, f-fuck…” Lucifer stammered. “Y-You always make me feel s-so good. B-But I shouldn’t be the only one feeling l-like this.”

You felt his hand graze the base of your wings. You moaned around his cock at the sudden jolt of pleasure. No wonder he asked you to keep your wings out…he wanted to make you feel what he’s felt every time you do it to him.

And fuck, did it feel amazing.

But you didn’t want to be distracted, so you decided to pick up the pace. Your tongue began swirling around his tip at a rapid pace, forcing yourself to take him deeper and deeper until he was nearly hitting the back of your throat. Lucifer cried out as you mercilessly worked on his length.

Just then you heard the snap of his figures again, followed by a lustful sigh.

“You’re leaking s-so much hon,” he murmured. He was right, of course. But how could he know? He couldn’t see…wait.

You lifted your head up, causing Lucifer to whine at the loss of your mouth. Turning around, you could see a mirror had been placed behind you on the bed, giving your lover a perfect view of your aching pussy.

“Enjoying the show?” you mocked, stroking his cock languidly in the process.

“Very m-much…” he teased weakly. “And I could definitely go for another bite. So, if you want to…”

“No way,” you cut him off, “I’m not moving until I have my fill.” You leaned in and pressed your lips to his ear. “Unless, of course, you just can’t help yourself.” It was an open invitation, a challenge. And he knew that all too well. Being the king of Pride, he never turned down one of those.

You went back to work, deep throating his cock just like before. But you only got to bob your head a few more times before you felt a separate pair of hands grip your waist. You smiled, realizing you got exactly what you were hoping for.

Your lover had duplicated himself.

Wordlessly, Lucifer’s doppelgänger pressed his mouth into your cunt without warning, causing you to nearly scream. The clone’s tongue dug deeper and deeper inside you with every pass, while your Lucifer refused to let up on your wings. It was too much and not enough at the same time. You knew you weren't going to last much longer at this rate with both of them making it their mission to push you over the edge. Luckily, as soon as you felt Lucifer begin to twitch in your mouth, you knew he was a goner. But once the clone behind you began to use his figures to circle the sensitive bud between your legs, it was over for you.

You choked out a scream as you came hard on the other Lucifer's tongue who happily lapped up your juices. And as if on cue, Lucifer bucked into your mouth with a broken cry, gripping your wings as his hot seed slipping down your eager throat. Maybe the taste of you was enough to drive him to the brink. You swallowed all of him happily, making sure to get every last drop before releasing his still erect cock.

"Was that good, Luci?"

"Y-Yes," he whimpered, leaning in and closing the gap between the two of you. "It's always more than good with you. darling. I think the other me made a mess, though." True to form, you noticed a puddle of cum on the bedsheets behind you from the clone who had vanished. Smiling, you used a figure to scoop up some of the sticky substance only to lick it clean. Lucifer's hands flew to his face in embarrassment. "How many times are you gonna fluster me like this today?!"

"Well, at least once more," you replied seductively. "I do have one more request." You slipped off the bed and made your way over to one of the drawers in your nightstand. You pulled out your favorite strap and a small bottle of lube and presented them to Lucifer. "Let's take a ride, shall we?"

"Y-Yes! Oh, fuck yes, please!" Lucifer's excitement was adorable, especially when you watched him take his position on all fours, bearing his supple ass to you.

"Good boy," you praised as you smeared some lube onto your fingers. You prodded at his tight entrance before pushing in your slick fingers little by little until you were as far inside of him as you could reach. The angel whined into the bed sheets as you spread your fingers inside of him, opening him up and preparing him for what came next. Once you felt he was fully prepared, you slipped on the strap and sat back down at the head of the bed. You squeezed some more lube onto your hand and ran in up and down the plastic shaft with Lucifer practically drooling at the site. With a curled finger, you summoned him over. But before he could line himself up, you stopped him.

"Nuh uh, wrong way, Luci," you corrected him. "You had your fun with the mirror; I'd like to have a turn now." Lucifer whimpered a bit but complied, shifting his body so that he was now faced away from you. You then took a hold of his hips and guided him down ever so slowly onto the strap. Pleasured whines from Lucifer continued until he bottomed out on you. You stared into the mirror, leaving small kisses on Lucifer's back. "Aww, look at you, baby! You look so cute sitting on my cock like that. Are you ready to move?"

"P-Please..." he begged.

"Go ahead, Luci, I'll help you." With that, Lucifer began to shift himself on your strap, sliding up and down slowly at first but picking up speed not long after. Your hands remained on his hips as you helped him stay fully sheathed as he rocked his hips. Lucifer moaned with every movement, his cock slapping against his stomach with every thrust. Lucifer shut his eyes as he lost himself. But that wasn't going to fly for you. "No, no, honey, open your eyes. I want you to look in the mirror. Watch yourself ride my cock." He did as you asked, looking directly at his reflection with the most fucked out face you've ever seen on this man.

"I-I...oh ffffuck...too much. S-sweetie, please...please, I-I'm gonna cum...please, s-so close...please say I c-can cum." His pleading was music to your ears, you've never heard a sweeter sound. Your lips continued to mark his back, his shoulders, and his neck, nipping softly at his arctic white skin. One of your hands flew from his hip to his pulsing cock, stroking him in tandem with his thrusts.

"Go ahead, Luci, cum for me. I want to watch you cum for me."

Not even a moment later, Lucifer let himself release more of his hot cum into your hand with a broken scream, his hands digging into your thighs for support. You pumped him lazily, letting him ride out his orgasm as his movement on your strap slowed and eventually stopped. His body fell back against your own, his breathing heavy and labored. He turned his just enough to be able to kiss you softly, soft "thank you's" falling from his lips.

"You did so well," you cooed. "You make the most adorable faces when you cum, you know that? Are you ready to clean up now?" You helped him of your strap, laying him down gently on top of you as you laid down flat on the bed.

"N-No," you mumbled. "Not yet. Not done." You were shocked at first, but surprisingly, you could still feel how hard Lucifer's cock still was pressed against your stomach. Before you could respond, Lucifer clawed the strap off of you and tossed it to the side. He slipped between your legs, lining himself up with your soaking entrance. "May I?"

You nodded. "Yes, please." Lucifer smiled and pushed the head of his cock into you. A sling of curses left your mouth as your husband sank into you inch by inch until he was enveloped fully by you. He wrapped his arms under you, bringing you as close to him as possible as he kissed you in a fit of passion.

"Allow me to make love to you properly, like you deserve," he breathed against your skin. "Allow me to apologize again." His hips began to grind against you, his impressive length hitting every single sensitive spot you had.

"A-Apologize?" you questioned hazily. "For what?"

"For earlier," his voiced was barely a whisper. "That v-voice I used. I-I could tell it frightened you. It broke my h-heart when I saw your face." His thrusts were more erratic now, his concentration wavering. "The last thing I want i-is for you to be afraid of me. And I'm s-so sorry I that used that on you."

Your hands found his face and held it gently. "L-Lucifer, it's okay, r-really! I-I...oh fuck...don't stop...oh...my...God..."

"A-Are you sure?" he asked pleadingly.

"Y-Yes, of course I am! I understand why y-you had to. You were protecting m-me, just like you said you would. W-Why would I be mad at you for keeping your promise?"

Lucifer smiled wide, pressing his forehead against yours as his thrusts became unrelenting, your cunt contracting around his cock. "I-I don't deserve you. H-How did I end up so l-lucky...ssshhhhiiiittt..." You felt his tail coil around your thigh, constricting it in a way that let you know he was on the verge of losing himself in the feeling of you.

"I love you, Lucifer," you said emphatically. You were close, so close. The coil in your abdomen was on the verge of snapping once again as Lucifer refused to slow his rut into you, burying himself deep within you with every thrust of his hips.

"I love you too, darling. F-Forever. Mine forever."

With your declarations of love, you came together with loud and unapologetic moans. Your walls fluttering around him as he painted your gummy walls white with his cum. As the last of his seed spilled into you, Lucifer collapsed on top of you. You remained sweaty and breathless messes for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness you shared in that moment.

Your fingers ran through Lucifer's hair as he hummed in approval. "Thank you again for the wings, Lucifer. I really do love them. I can't wait to go flying with you again."

Lucifer stared at you and stuck out his tongue out playfully. "Well, why don't we take another shower and fly over to the Hotel? Charlie may or may not have planned a surprise party for you. But I am sworn to secrecy!"

You giggled and kissed the angel's forehead. "Come on, then. Let's not keep her waiting!"

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⎯⎯ Emergency Intercom

hamzah x reader

summary: y/n, a model and influencer, guest stars on the Emergency Intercom podcast. she reveals her celebrity crush on hamzah, and ky jokingly says he likes her. hamzah watches the episode and feels jealous.

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a/n: hello! this is just something random I wrote while listening to the new episode of Emergency Intercom. i got tired so pt 2???

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The podcast was alive with its usual buzz, filled with laughter and teasing. Drew and Enya were in their element, cracking jokes and asking wild questions. The setup, right in Drew and Enya’s kitchen, had a cozy, homey vibe—mismatched chairs and a laid-back atmosphere that made it feel more like hanging out with friends than recording a podcast.

Across from them sat y/n, a rising star in the world of modeling and social media. She was as comfortable in front of the camera as she was behind it. y/n had been friends with Drew, Enya, and Ky for a while, and when they invited her to join the podcast, she was thrilled. She knew time with them would always be filled with laughs and good energy, and today was no exception.

Once the laughter settled, the conversation took a shift, and Drew's mischievous grin made its appearance. "Alright, y/n," he said, leaning in closer to the mic, "we've got to know your deepest darkest secret—who’s your celebrity crush?"

y/n hesitated for a moment, but then a familiar name popped into her mind. “Well,” she said with a shy laugh, “I guess I’ve always had a thing for Hamzah from Slushy Noobz.”

The room went dead silent for a beat, before Drew and Enya burst out laughing.

“You what?” Drew practically screamed, his voice cracking from the laughter. “You have a crush on Hamzah?”

y/n blinked, her heart suddenly pounding. “Uh, yeah,” she said, feeling her cheeks heat up. “I mean, he’s cute, right?”

Enya’s laughter didn’t stop. “y/n, we’re literally friends with him! Him and Martin were on the podcast like, not even that long ago.”

y/n froze. Friends with him? She felt like the room was spinning. She had been so caught up in her modeling career recently that she hadn’t been paying as much attention to social media. She had no idea that Drew and Enya were actually friends with Hamzah .

“Oh my god, are you serious?” y/n’s voice was a mix of embarrassment and disbelief as she covered her face with her hands, wishing she could disappear into the floor. “I didn’t know! I’ve been off social media lately, I swear!”

Drew and Enya were practically in tears from laughter, but y/n couldn’t help but laugh along, even though she felt like her face was on fire. “This is so embarrassing.”

Ky, who had been sitting quietly behind the camera, watching the chaos unfold, suddenly spoke up. “Well, if we’re talking about crushes,” he said in his usual calm tone, “I think my crush is you, y/n.”

The room went completely still for a moment. Drew and Enya froze, and then all three of them simultaneously shouted in playful outrage.

“KY!” Drew yelled, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. “Stop being a slut!”

“You’re such a whore, Ky!” Enya added, her voice filled with teasing disbelief. “What is this? First, you can’t even flirt with me, and now you’re flirting with y/n?!”

y/n knew Ky was just messing around. That’s how their friendship had always been—playful banter, a little teasing, and harmless flirtation. It was all in good fun, and she never took it seriously. Drew and Enya didn’t let up, though, teasing Ky relentlessly, which only made y/n laugh nervously. But in the back of her mind, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the whole situation was starting to feel surreal.

She couldn’t stop overthinking about what had just happened. She had just publicly admitted on their podcast that Hamzah was her celebrity crush. What had she done? She had no idea why, but the thought of thousands of people hearing that made her stomach churn with embarrassment. Sure, it was a casual conversation, but now, knowing how many people had tuned in, the gravity of it all hit her. 

What if Hamzah heard?

What if he didn't feel the same way?

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Hamzah was sprawled out on his couch, casually scrolling through his phone when a familiar name caught his eye. It was a notification from Drew and Enya’s podcast, Emergency Intercom. 

“Emergency Intercom - Episode 180 (y/n deepest darkest secret)”

He’d been a longtime supporter of them, always enjoying the laughs and real conversations they shared. So, when he saw that a new episode had dropped, he figured he’d give it a listen while he relaxed.

What surprised him, though, was the thumbnail of the video. There, sitting next to Drew and Enya, was none other than y/n—a pretty well-known model and social media influencer. Hamzah hadn’t expected y/n to be friends with Drew and Enya, let alone be a guest on their podcast. But then again, he remembered how Drew and Enya seemed to know everyone. They had a way of connecting with people from all over, so it made sense in a way, even if it caught him off guard. He knew of y/n, of course—who didn’t? She was everywhere: on runways, in viral posts, and all over social media. He had always admired her from a distance, appreciating her work and the way she carried herself with so much confidence.

Curious and a little surprised, Hamzah tapped on the video. He hadn’t expected Y/N to be featured, but now that she was, he was eager to hear what they were gonna talk about.

Once Hamzah got to the middle of the podcast, he didn’t expect the wave of emotions that hit him.

There, right in the middle of the conversation, was y/n. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her, her laughter light and shy, as she casually mentioned her celebrity crush. 

His name.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Well, I guess I’ve always had a thing for Hamzah from Slushy Noobz,” she said, and hearing her voice say that felt like a dream. Hamzah replayed the clip, needing to hear it again, his lips curling into a goofy grin as it sank in.

“Did she just say that?” he muttered to himself, staring at the screen in disbelief. The thought of y/n, a stunning, confident, and smart model, having a crush on him seemed almost impossible. How could someone like her be into someone like him?

His chest swelled with a rush of excitement, a mix of pride and joy. Maybe it was the fact that y/n was someone he’d admired for a while, or maybe it was simply the overwhelming feeling that someone so incredible had feelings for him. It felt surreal. But then, just as quickly as the excitement had built, a small shift happened as the video continued.

He heard Ky’s voice.

“I think my crush is you, y/n.”

Hamzah’s grin faltered. He paused the video, his stomach twisting as the words sank in. Ky? He hadn’t expected that. Hamzah and Martin both knew Ky well and had played games with him before, but he never imagined Ky felt that way about y/n. Hamzah couldn’t recall Ky ever mentioning y/n, but then again, their conversations mostly revolved around Fortnite. Hamzah had never thought of Ky as someone who’d get involved in something like this, especially not when it came to y/n.

Hearing that Ky had feelings for her hit Hamzah in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He wasn’t sure why, but the jealousy crept up on him. He didn’t know what to think—Ky had his own quiet charm, his mysterious vibe that everyone seemed to love, and yet Hamzah couldn’t help but feel a knot of discomfort in his stomach.

y/n had just said she liked him—Hamzah. But now, hearing Ky say he had a crush on her too, things weren’t so clear anymore.

He sat back, running a hand through his hair. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe Ky was just messing around, like always. But it stung. The sudden uncertainty rattled him. What if y/n didn’t feel the same way about him anymore? What if Ky’s teasing had some truth to it?

Hamzah sighed, his excitement from earlier now tangled with confusion. What had started as a simple, incredible moment was suddenly clouded by doubts he hadn’t expected to feel.

[muwapsturniolo]

Doxxing is crazy, I don’t agree with cuz I have been doxxed. However this is an entire different situation. This isn’t to be petty, this is clearly to get someone dangerous off a platform they are abusing.

She asked minors about their sexual experience, she used buying them merch as a way to get their address and or phone number to talk to them, she let her friend flash a discord call full of minors, she wanted to keep things secrets between her and minors, she had a crush on a 17 year old, she waited for her ex to turn 18 so she could date her, she talks about sadism and cannibalism infront of her 4 year old kid….

THATS SO FUCKING INSANE AND YOU CANT SAY OTHER WISE.

There is proof of all of these things and to believe the pedo over the victims shows your true character.

Again, doxxing may be a bit much but look at the bigger picture.

If she’s doing all this on tumblr, imagine the shit she does around her kid or to her kid! Cps does need to get involved, cops do need to be called, and she needs to get off tumblr.

don’t sit here and say all these people are lying when there is more than enough evidence.

BELIVE THE VICTIMS! AND YES PLURAL BECAUSE THERE IS MORE THAN ONE AND PEOPLE THINK ITS JUST ONE PERSON!

[honeyxmooncalves]

About my MC, Dorothea Larch!

Date of birth : 14th April 1875

Family: Her parents are both living and well and they are both British, but her mother was from a sacred 28 family before being disowned when she married Thea's father. Her father works as an Aurologist, and is often away from home. She is an only child.

Background: She lives in the same village as the Weasleys, and grew up with Garreth as a kind of brother figure, since they are the same age. She and her mother practically live with the Weasleys, being next-door neighbours and having known them since her and Garreth's mother were students at Hogwarts (and were close friends). Since Thea's magic awoke later than expected, she was taught by her mother how to read, write and basic arithmatic, since she couldn't get a proper education, as a girl who couldn't afford a governess. However, still wildly praying that she would somehow gain her powers miraculously, she pilfered magic theory books from around her house, learning them by heart. Still living in a magic-filled environment, she encouraged and aided Garreth in his very first experimental potions, and the two of them plan to open shop together as potioneers (although they should probably work on their potions a bit more before then).

Appearance: She is 5'3'', has curly/wavy blonde hair, grey eyes, relatively pale skin, a scar from her upper neck to lower right cheek from an accident when she fell out of her treehouse ( which of course was because Garreth broke the ladder and forgot to tell her), and moles under her ear and on her neck.

Wand: Birch, Unicorn hair, 11 1/2 inches.

House: Gryffindor, but the hat almost put her in Hufflepuff.

Hobbies: Reading (obsessed with Thomas Hardy), potioneering, in secret of course, music and singing, writing poetry.

Things she hates: Flying - she says it's because broomsticks are highly impractical and 'it's just so much easier to walk or floo', but really, she is too scared to go more than a metre off the ground. Peas, swimming, Ignatia Wildsmith, although she loves floo flames,

Favourite subjects : Charms, Defence, Herbology

Least favourite subjects: H.O.M, flying, Astronomy

Personality: sweet, mischievous but calculated, stubborn, practical.

Random facts: she has a squirrel called Cricket, but he is nicknamed Huckleberry because Garreth wouldn't stop teasing her about the fact that she tamed a squirrel, and Huckleberry was the name of a squirrel from a wizard fairytale children's book, and the name just stuck.

She cannot cook at all, her passion for experimentation in potions may have crossed over into her baking skills (or lack thereof).

She gets incredibly avoidant of Sebastian at first, because she is determined not to make friends with ‘reckless cool boys’, and also because she doesnt want her immediate crush to turn into anything more. Natty and Garreth find her stubborn denial very amusing.

She secretly visits Anne after meeting her at first. It begins with a few letters checking on how she is because Thea is worried that she gets lonely and is also ignored by her stupid uncle, but when Anne asked her to visit for small picnics when Solomon is out, she agreed and now she tries to check up on Anne at least once every two weeks. Let's hope Sebastian doesn't find out, lest he get jealous.

She has an obsession with flowers, and does nearly everything in her garden whenever she's home. She has frequently been found asleep on the bench a few times, and reprimanded by her mother because the garden gnomes had bitten the hem of her dress.

Do let me know if you’d like to know anything more, because a few people asked me for Thea lore, and if this wasn’t satisfactory then please say- i also love just rambling about her.

Ps the sketch above is Thea before hogwarts but about to join- she’s at home deep in thought.

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Your Vampire: Chapter One

Fit as a Fiddle

(Max Phillips x f!reader)

Words: 1, 197

Summary: after being dumped by your fiancé, your friend and boss, Max Phillips comes to your rescue. You know his biggest secret…

Warnings: medical procedures mentioned, the worst ex in the world, mild swearing, lots of crying, no y/n, reader has nickname Garland

Check out masterlist here

“We need to talk.” That was what he said before you went into surgery.

It was hard to hear over the fog of anaesthesia lifting away. It was almost like floating underwater, but it wasn’t hard to understand what he was saying.

Yesterday, you were somewhat happily engaged to Jacob with plans to potentially start planning a wedding in the somewhat distant future. Now you didn’t even have a ring on your finger. The crushing pain creeping up your chest was worse than the pain from the surgery was going to be.

Then in walked your boss, Max Phillips with his three-piece suit and a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey Garland, how was surgery?”

You promptly burst into tears.

“He dumped me?”

“He what?”

“He dumped me!” you wailed. “I thought I was imagining it from the drugs wearing off but no, he definitely dumped me. Left a note just to confirm it and took my ring!”

“Did he dump you because you got cancer?”

“He didn’t exactly put it in those words but yes.”

“I always knew he was a prick but damn, that was a serious dick move.”

A fresh wave of tears started running down your face. Max started to hand you his handkerchief but realised the amount of tears and snot protruding from your face so he rethought his strategy. He handed you a nearby box of tissues.

“And I’ve got nowhere to go!” you said after blowing your nose.

“You don’t?”

“I won’t be living with Jacob anymore so now I’m technically homeless. I’ve just had surgery, and I’ve got nowhere to go.”

“Well my dear, I happen to be the solution to all your problems!” you looked up at him in confusion. “I happen to have a spare room.”

You felt like the Wicked Witch of the East in that a house fell on you. So you began to think of your next logical move. Being logical helped in situations where you didn’t want to drown in emotions.

But this only left you numb. You barely remember the change in location. Everything was too much of a blur to notice anything. The only thing you remember is ending up on a couch that must belong to Max watching the screen of what must be Max’s TV. Unsure of what you were watching, but the colours and movement distracted you enough from yourself. If left alone with your thoughts, you would fall into the depth of a sadness so dark, no light would pierce it. Also, you ran out of tissues.

Max noticed this and proceeded to help you out of this darkness.

“I’ve had a very nice bed made up for you. Are you just going to lie there like an adorable couch potato?”

You mumbled something resembling a yes.

Max sighed, unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on the coffee table so he could face you from your bundle of blankets.

“Seeing as you’re going to wallow in your own misery, you won’t object to what I’m going to say: that pathetic excuse of a human being you call your ex-boyfriend is possibly the biggest prick in the known world. He’s as self-centred as the sun but actually nothing revolves around him. Any objections so far?”

You said nothing so he continued.

“I really should have made a PowerPoint but if it weren’t for you, he would have no chance at a promotion.”

You mumbled something and he leaned in to hear you repeat, “I knew he’d be up for promotion.”

“Well he’s only up for consideration for potential promotion. He made the wrong move in dumping you.”

“I hope it hits him in the face how much he’s messed up,” you said with more conviction.

“There we go! There’s the Garland I used to know. Now come, I have some therapy for you.”

Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you followed Max to see what he had hanging from the spiral staircase.

“You just happen to have a punching bag with Jacob’s face on?”

“Doesn’t everyone have one?” You rolled your eyes as he handed you a bat. Nodding his head towards the punching bag, he said. “Come on, you know you want to.”

You started off just poking the punching bag, it didn’t move. Then you gave it a small whack. That small whack released a tiny bit of anger in you, and it felt good. You gave it another whack. But your stitches were preventing you from releasing your maximum fury, so you put your rage on the photo. You ripped it off the punching bag and continued ripping it.

Max let out an impressed whistle as you ripped the photo with your teeth.

“Bloodthirsty, I like it. Feel better?” he asked.

You spat out the paper, “I’m hungry now.”

“Good, what do you feel like?”

“I have no idea.”

“I’ll heat you up some soup.”

“I’m starving.”

One serving of good food later, you felt somewhat normal. As normal as you could be after surgery and then being dumped by your fiancé post-surgery. The hour suggested it was time for bed, so Max led you to where he assigned your bedroom.

“Really? A four-poster bed?”

“Hey, it’s romantically classy.”

“What type of bed do you have?”

He put a hand on your shoulder, “You need some rest, my dear.”

You were too tired to realise he was avoiding the question. It was actual needing a good night’s rest tiredness, not the drifting through life tiredness. Before you felt like a ghost drifting through existence but now you felt almost human again. Almost like yourself again.

You woke up feeling refreshed and happy. But then the pain across your abdomen reminded you of your current life situation. Instead of burrowing under the high-quality bedding, you got out of bed. It was the first step to recovery.

You took the first proper look at your surroundings. The bedroom you came out of seemed to be the only room that offered any privacy. The rest of the house was open plan. The high ceilings hinted the building was much older than its modern furnishings. A spiral staircase led up to a small loft, but you didn’t need to climb up to know this was not where Max slumbered. The only other option was the only other door. You found it led to the basement. You didn’t feel the coldness of the stone steps in your fluffy sock covered feet.

As you slowly descended, you took note of the stonework mixed with modern patchwork to fill in the holes. A solid glass floor preserved the stone floor giving off a peaceful but ominous feeling.

The basement looked like a typical basement for a typical business guy. The gym equipment was so typical it was funny. What wasn’t typical or normal in any way was the door in the floor.

It didn’t look like a trapdoor, just an odd quirk made by the architect. As you pondered the strange design, the door opened.

Out emerged Max Phillips as if from a slumber.

The two of you stared at each other for an awkward moment.

“So, I’m a vampire,” he said.

“Yeah, I know.”

Lovingly tagging @chaithetics @cevans-is-classic @galaxyedging @letsgobarbs @peepawispunk @missladym1981 @kirsteng42 @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @ericamarie093 @yorksgirl

[cbk1000]

Here is another preview of that sequel to the fic where two morons run around in the Yorkshire countryside not cottoning on to the fact that they have enormous crushes on one another:

By the time they had made themselves appropriate for public consumption, meaning that one of them was no longer sporting some sex hair, and the other was sporting no more than a manageable semi, the usual suspect had arrived, though they had driven all that way in sunlight. It was not like one of those ghastly outings on the moors, where the rain was driving as hard as the plough horse; this was one of those considerate rains, which had laid itself like a filter on the landscape. It had blurred out what was hard or no-nonsense about the land, and made it a thing which was for that frivolous purpose of beauty: in the lake was a watercolour of the castle, and beyond it the oak trees which might have been stern in their aeons were now like approachable elders. There was no naked eye which could fathom where the grounds were ended; and in the midst of them it seemed like all the world went on like that, that they had gone from that quiet civilisation through which they had driven in the daytime to this utopia in the gloaming. It was not yet noon; but already the world seemed to be on the cusp of itself; to be in the grey rainlight melting back into that land which is shortly to be under the moon.

“Hold hands, or no?” Merlin asked, shrugging on his jacket, which he did by getting in one arm reasonably enough, and then flapping about like a moron seeking the other. 

“For God’s sake,” Arthur said, and stuffed it in for him, and then, clearing his throat, answered the question by grabbing Merlin’s hand with a minimal secretion of sweat; then he saw his father coming across the lawns, and made a liar of the previous clause.

“I’ll bite him in a heartbeat; just say the word,” Merlin said under his breath, and then his father and the man he was walking with were within earshot, and Arthur was not certain whether to clutch or drop Merlin’s hand. There was an impulse almost to throw it; and with a bloody-minded grimness he held onto it, feeling it was the only thing anyone would see in all that beauty. His father’s face tightened, and smoothed; and he said to his companion as all four stopped, “David, this is my son, Arthur, and Arthur’s friend. Arthur, this is David, the groom’s father.”

“This is Merlin, my boyfriend,” Arthur said stiffly through his teeth. 

David took it neatly in stride; and said without any acknowledgement of Uther’s omission or Arthur’s resentment, “You’re Lisa’s cousin, then? Nice to meet you both. Are you the veterinarian chap? I thought Lisa mentioned Arthur was dating a vet.”

“Yeah. I work for a surgery in Emberford. It’s my uncle’s practice; I moved down a year and a half or so ago to take over a lot of the livestock work, since he’s starting to get on a bit.”

“Well, listen, not to bother you on your holiday, but we’ve brought our dog, actually, my wife and I, and she seems a bit poorly this morning. Would you mind taking a look?”

“No, that’s fine.”

“Thanks; Uther, nice chatting with you, but I’m going to nip in and steal these blokes for a moment. Sorry, my wife just adores her, and she’s been fretting all morning.” And he broke off from Uther’s side, and settled in at theirs. They went striding away in the mist, which was beginning to style Merlin’s hair though he himself hadn’t bothered; and as they left his father behind, Merlin began to trot out the usual line of questioning, asking about any changes in her behaviour, and what might possibly have preceded them. Then David, checking over his shoulder said, “Oh, no, she’s perfectly in trim. Just thought it was a real cock move, wasn’t it, saying you were his friend and not even telling me your name? Can’t stand that sort of rubbish; it’s the fucking twenty-first century, is it not?  But listen, Sheila, that’s the dog, would be absolutely chuffed to meet you lads, so come on and I’ll introduce you, and then I’ve got to get changed. My wife’s already sent me four texts.”

“We would be chuffed to meet Sheila,” Merlin said cheerfully.

[rosy-crow]

Sephiroth for hc game!!!

YESS MORE FOR THE BOY 🖤

Headcanon A:  realistic

Sephiroth loved his friends more than he loved himself. He struggled with the feeling of loathing his own existence daily — the inhuman monster, the killing machine, the false hero, the overused weapon. But with Genesis and Angeal, he felt human. He felt as if they loved who he was and not what he was. That feeling birthed a certain dependence on their livelihood and love that was far more fragile that anyone could have guessed, and when they left, the reason for Sephiroth to see himself as a human worthy of love and security and acceptance slowly died out.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Sephiroth used to accidentally break things all the time when he was in a nicer or more delicate setting than the battlefield or HQ. He was never TRYING to break stuff but he constantly underestimated his own grip strength several times and just…

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Seph reached a point of extreme despair after Angeal’s death and Genesis’ uncertain KIA status, which led him to think dark, hopeless thoughts about giving up. But what pulled him out of the fog was a secret routine he developed for a few months where he snuck into the training room like they all used to, and sparred with the simulated versions of Genesis and Angeal. Over and over again. All in dead silence. Until news about Genesis’ possible survival came, it was just enough.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Angeal, Genesis, and Zack have all called him “Seph” AT LEAST ONCE IN THEIR TIME TOGETHER 😭 I REFUSE TO LET THIS NICKNAME GO

[bippot]

Adrian Chase - Peacemaker Masterlist

+ Jake Martin - The Crew and Jeffrey Steinberg - Hidden Signal: Evergreen

Wanna be added to a taglist? Either comment on this post or send me a message!

Peacemaker taglist: @kpopgirlbtssvt, @adriansboyfriend, @10ava01

1) Savage I Tumblr I AO3 I

Adrian makes a fool of himself in front of a pretty girl, but hey, when doesn’t he? She’s weird, funny, and treats him gently, which obviously makes him obsessed with her, and much to his surprise, she seems to like having him around too. Together, they try to carve out a peaceful life together, yet her less than perfect family messes up their harmony.

2) Cowboy & Piggy I Tumblr I AO3 I

No, Adrian had not been crushing on his colleague. That’s just, like, not true in the slightest. It’s not as if the moment she became available, he said something he could never take back.

3) Calendar Girl I Tumblr I AO3 I

When his buddy goes missing, Adrian spends all of his time and energy trying to get her back to him. Because they’re friends, obviously.

4) Hercules and Megara I Tumblr I AO3 I

Childhood friends have a habit of drifting apart. Usually, it’s a natural thing. Adrian never wanted to separate from his best friend, but he thought he had to.

5.a) Squirtle Pyjamas I Tumblr I AO3 I

She knows how to calm Adrian down. And wears his clothes. And teases him relentlessly. And knows exactly what to do to rile him up. And knows his deepest secret. But, no, nothing can happen between them. He must resist the temptation to do something about it.

5.b) A Kid? I Tumblr I AO3 I

In preparation for Allison’s wedding, Adrian becomes the babysitter of her kid for a day and his girlfriend realises how good at the whole thing he is. The idea of marriage and kids suddenly seeps into Adrian’s brain and he can’t seem to shake them away.

6) Spot Over By The Fire Station I Tumblr I AO3 I

After his manager forces him to go to the emergency room for a concussion, Adrian meets an old friend, and she looks worse for wear. He knows he can help with that.

7) Hopelessly Devoted I Tumblr I AO3 I

They broke up a while ago, and Adrian still isn’t over it. Chris takes him on a night out, and they get trashed. Adrian never imagined that he’d get up in front of people and serenade his ex, but he did.

8) My Favourite Girl I Tumblr I AO3 I

Telekinetic powers can be beneficial sometimes. Other times? Yeah, not so much. After a mission gone wrong, it might be that her gifts are godsent. Adrian, however, knows she is godsent, especially with boobs like that.

9) Sweltering I Tumblr I AO3 I

It’s way too hot in Evergreen for Adrian to even hide his attraction to Y/N. He tries. And fails miserably. Especially when the guy who delivers her hot tub is so swoon-worthy.

10) Wednesdays I Tumblr I AO3 I

While Peacemaker was in prison, Vigilante made another friend, and she had a much lovelier voice than Chris did, and after a takedown, Adrian can’t quite get his thoughts off her.

11) What You Deserve I Tumblr I AO3 I

Vigilante has had a long night and just wants to see his favourite girl then go to sleep. Is that too much to ask for?

12) Big Strong Guy I Tumblr I AO3 I

No. Adrian is fine with scary movies. He’s fine, okay? That’s impossible; he doesn’t have goosebumps. You’re seeing things. Must be, because a big, strong guy who doesn’t get scared of shit like that.

13) Lucky Number 14 I Tumblr I AO3 I

A work outing let’s some things come to light, yet Adrian isn’t there to hear it.

14) Last In Line I Tumblr I AO3 I

Getting kidnapped is becoming more of a regular thing for Adrian. Yet he knows this one. And she definitely knows him.

15) The Things You Do For Pussy I Tumblr I AO3 I

Living together means that Adrian’s secret identity isn’t really a secret to her, so she loves to make thirsty comments about Vigilante whenever she can, and it’s not as if Adrian feels something more than friendship for his roommate, right?

16) Waller’s Way I Tumblr I AO3 I

When the new government-issued 11th Street Kid arrives, the team soon finds out why Waller picked her. They don’t really know how Adrian pissed off their boss so much, but he sure isn’t happy with their new colleague.

17) Clingy I Tumblr I AO3 I

The Vigilante mobile breaks down, and Adrian needs a hand, transport-wise and socially, it seems. Once his coworker gives him a hand, it sets him off, and there is no going back to the platonic relationship they had before. A relationship that needs to have clear boundaries because Adrian is known to get far too excited to interact with her at any chance he gets.

18) Beautiful Things I Tumblr I AO3 I

Since Vigilante no longer has to work his shitty busboy job and that leaves his schedule wide open for the rest of the day, he soon finds himself frequenting a quaint coffee shop, not only because the drinks there are good, but because he’s grown fond of the woman working there.

19) The Distraction I Tumblr I AO3 I

Every now and then, Peacemaker has a solo mission. Whenever these happen, Vigilante has to be distracted so he doesn’t make the solo into a duo. The only person that is capable of that is the girl that Adrian hates… No, that can’t be right. He doesn’t hate her, not really. Quite the opposite, actually.

20) The Monarch Hotel I Tumblr I AO3 I

How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad’s injuries? Far too many times, that’s how many. When it’s uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to not only what’s left of the legion of butterflies but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie. Will they both make it out of paradise alive?

21) Peacemaker Jr I Tumblr I AO3 I

Peacemaker scrubbed all mention of his kid from his file. But when the butterflies find out about her, he must admit to his team that he needs their skills to find her. Then, Chris really needs Adrian’s help to keep her safe, but he’s concerned that his buddy is going to get far too familiar with his daughter. And maybe those fears are warranted.

22) On The Road I Tumblr I AO3 I

Peacemaker’s mother fled with her unborn child when Chris was a teenager, and he’d always wanted to find his family again. After annoying Waller, he must send his friends out to help save his family, and Adrian finds out that he is more than willing to throw himself into danger to ensure that Peace’s sister is unharmed.

23) Slumber Party I Tumblr I AO3 I

Had Vigilante intended to find the missing mayor’s daughter? No, but he wasn’t going to admit that. He’d completed the 11th Street Kids’ mission entirely by himself and found himself caring for the kidnapped girl.

24) Damsel I Tumblr I AO3 I

Vigilante notices a girl and her not-so-nice boyfriend arguing, and just as the hero is about to reprimand the bad boyfriend, she does something unexpected. When she finds him a week later, they come to learn that they mesh together quite well. Will that chemistry remain when she knows who’s under the visor?

25) Bacon and Bloodshed I Tumblr I AO3 I

When Vigilante came across a crying girl covered in blood, he didn’t expect to have breakfast with her the next morning.

26) Reunited and it Feels So Good I Tumblr I AO3 I

After months apart under witness protection, Y/N and Adrian reunite following the defeat of the Butterflies. Both have changed—Adrian’s lost his curls, Y/N’s sporting new tattoos and a mullet—but their connection is stronger than ever.

1) Joyride I Tumblr I AO3 I

There are three things Jake loves to do at work. None of which are work. One: eating. Two: flirting with his girlfriend. Three: annoying Kevin. At first, he only thought he’d only get to do two of those three options.

2) Part Of The Crew I Tumblr I AO3 I

Kevin’s niece shakes up Jake’s little peanut head in the best way possible. For the first time in his life, he’s nervous to even flirt with a girl because, like, what if he fucks up? That would suck.

3) 95 I Tumblr I AO3 I

A wardrobe mix-up causes Jake’s secret relationship to come to light. Then, when they happen to match one part of their outfit one day, a formal complaint is filed against them.

4) Subconsciously I Tumblr I AO3 I

Jake has never watched the Fast and Furious films, so why can he quote them?

5) On the Same Paige I Tumblr I AO3 I

Jake is preppy and charismatic and dumb and talkative, which is the complete opposite of Beth’s niece. Why do they work so well together then?

1) A Dog On A Leash I Tumblr I AO3 I

Thanks to his attempt at total domination over the population of Evergreen spectacularly failing, Jeffrey was forced to be confined in his room. The only interaction he gets is annoying David whenever he brings his meals in. That is, until another face appears. A familiar face. A face of someone he presumed had perished in the apocalypse.

[wherevenusholdssomeofficespace]

Y'know, I think the reason I'm so receptive to the love triangle bullshit in Hamster and Gretel is it resolves quickly. We got a couple moments of foreshadowing of Lauren's crush before one episode where Lauren and Kevin flirt. And then one episode with the drama before Kevin… decides that he's not in a position to pursue a relationship with Lauren (well, also that he doesn't want to get with his friends crush), and then decides to clearly communicate that to her. And then Lauren is disappointed, but accepting. It both doesn't come out of nowhere, but doesn't overstay its welcome either, rather accentuating character relationships rather than overtaking them.

Now, it is possible it comes back, which would be annoying. Though I do like the idea of Kevin and Lauren. They have some parallels as the put upon older siblings of a superpowered person, whose actual interests are put in conflict with their superpowered family responsibilities. Both seem to have an interest in growing more independent, doing things like getting jobs/earning money/gaining approval from their peers. However, I even more so appreciate Lauren and Kevin having a frank talk, being (mostly) honest with each other, growing closer, even as their relationship move away from being romantic. Lauren revealed her identity to Kevin, and now Kevin can openly help her during fights, its only a matter of time before the Gretel secret gets spilled considering Kevin has been helping out Gretel even when they were enemies. They are well on their way to being part of the same superhero squad, which invites opportunities for their friendship to continue to develop.

Which does make me a little worried considering Hiromi is currently trying to figure out Kevin's secret identity/antagonistic to the superhero squad. Which is interesting, but I wonder if Hiromi will get the wrong idea about their relationship after Kevin has shut it down. I don't really want that, but then again I've been surprised by how much I like the relationship drama so who knows.

I DO think that if Hiromi and Kevin do eventually get together it will feel well earned considering the work they are going to have to put into it. Assuming it happens after she finds out the truth and they can work things out, taking the time to actually understand each other. It's not that either of them mean to hurt the other, and they aren't being stupid about it. Both of their perspectives on the situation make a lot of sense, and while Kevin does do a lot of stupid romance drama nonsense, he's really stuck between a rock and a hard place considering the superhero stuff, and he usually means well and learns his lesson in the end.

I mean it also probably helps that this isn't just the "Kevin's relationship drama" show, but also the Superhero show and Family show, which means we get plenty of other episode topics in here too, so it's not always front and center and doesn't completely define any of the characters, even Hiromi, while being mostly Kevin's love interest is also defined being Fred's friend and the schools resident overworked, increasingly bitter, doormat.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

anyway so im rewriting the specials to get yaz in there right and you kinda need her out of the way for wild blue yonder so im keeping her in the tardis to do the manual part of the repairs i guess but just the idea of yaz being There but Just out of sight but very much like,,,,Present, as an agent in the story, while this interaction happens:

which is then Immediately followed by the tardis with her inside Disappearing, just lends a whole lot of fuckin,,,,,,,depth of flavour that you really dont even need to do anything for

[welcometogrouchland]

I love Steph's origin as told in the Secret Origins 80 page giant- I just overall think it strengthens her character by giving her a lot of pathos and adding to her heroism (which isn't something writers were focused on in her actual intro in detective comics #647 since she was just meant to act as a plot device back then) BUT there is one tiny detail in it i will begrudge, and that is the portrayal of her having a minor love at first sight moment for tim

Secret origins 80 page giant, ID in alt

(or well, technically this was their second meeting in that story (the brick was the first) so...love at second sight?)

Mostly because Stephanie showed no interest in her introduction and only showed romantic feelings towards Tim AFTER this moment here:

Robin (1993) #4, ID in alt

Straight up the progression here goes:

The adventure in 'tec where they first meet -> Tim investigating the same crime scene as Steph -> she beats him up not knowing it's him at first, apologizes but says he shouldn't have scared her -> he remembers her/the moniker she goes by -> they talk about plot for a few pages -> Stephanie starts flirting

Robin (1993) #4, ID in alt

Which...is so fascinating to me and says so much about Stephanie. She highlights the fact that Tim "remembered" her. Like. Steph. Girl. This is our bar? It's sweet but kind of speaks to how much Stephanie is ignored at home/how little and sporadically she's shown interacting with her peers (and rarely ever the same kids twice). Her idea of peak romance is just...being on someone's mind even when you're not there.

Kind of also adds layers to Steph's proclivity towards jealousy later on, a manifestation of her insecurity and loneliness (though don't get it twisted, she's not written this way bc Dixon and co think it's an interesting character flaw, they wrote it bc they think it's an inherent character flaw of (particularly young) women/girls, which is very apparent in how he approaches Ariana's character as well from what I've read)

Also the fact that Steph becomes so smitten for Tim almost immediately after this is (a few issues later she aggressively flirts with him during AN ACTIVE HOSTAGE SITUATION. WHERE SHE'S THE HOSTAGE) again is kind of a mixture of kind of funny and sad. One boy is nice to her once and she's fully ready to wife him. Girl you are deranged (affectionate) (concerned)

[lucabyte]

making posts about headcanons that have basically no textual backing makes me itchy but someday i should probably elaborate on my opinion that "mirabelle being aroace is the one thing keeping her oblivious to the fact that the dormont house of change is the religious coven equivalent to fleetwood mac"

[moonsidesong]

i think its kinda funny that ibis paint is regarded as the Broke Artist App or whatever (as opposed to more mainstream programs like csp or procreate) because its free and because of how popular it is with phone + finger artists while im jusg sitting here having used ibis for a cool eight years on purpose.

like i have an ipad and an apple pencil and all theyre very nice and i absolutely could move to a more powerful program i have the resources to do so but my change averse brain has decided they like it here a lot and im not leaving

[warriorcatsunveiled]

Firestar, my beloved~~

Okay, here are some pics that never made the final cut for any posts but I still liked for various reasons. So, in order:

How I often imagine a young Firepaw looked like (if we headcanon him as an abyssinian )

Just a cool photo that better supports that whole "Fire alone shall save the clan" thing

An older and more jaded, but still cool fourth-cat-i-am-forever-a-part-of-prophecies-Firestar

More of a personal daydream where Fireheart bitch-slaps Spottedleaf for basically not letting him live in peace with Sandstorm