#wifey requests

[sarahsmi13s]

Please, Be in the Chair, Dad

Tell Them Universe

pairings: jake 'hangman' seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin

warnings: third person pov, parents fighting, arguing, mentions of canon dangers of being a pilot, anxiety, please let me know if missed anything

word count: ~1.5k

a/n: this is based on a request! thank you @tia--2323 'Tell Them' Universe

summary: the first time grayson stood up for his mom

Grayson sat on the couch, trying his best to flip through the channels and find something to watch. He had been tasked with keeping Kennedy occupied while his parents talked in the other room.

He wasn’t quite sure what his mom and dad were talking about, but apparently it was very much an adult conversation – given that they told him to take his sister to the living room and turn on the TV. The volume was turned up loud enough that it muffled the sounds of the conversation, but didn’t totally drown it out.

While he had been raised to respect privacy and not eavesdrop on conversations, Grayson couldn’t help it this time. When Y/N told him to take Kennedy to the living room, her voice sounded tired and strained. It roused a fear in his stomach, an unsettling churning somewhere in him that told him he needed to pay attention to this one.

Eavesdropping one time wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“Jake, all that I’m asking is that you stay home! I know you’ve been working late, I know that. But one night, that’s all I’m asking.” His mom’s voice was desperate – pleading even.

And she was right, Jake had been working late. He was coming home well after dinner completely exhausted. Y/N was staying up after bathtime, putting Kennedy to bed and sending Grayson to his room to wind down before bed.

“Y/N, it’ll just be one drink. I should be back in time for bedtime,” Jake said, his tone bordering on dismissive. It made Grayson ear twitch, his fingers making quick work to turn the volume down.

“The kids miss you, Jake – I miss you.” There were tears in his mother’s voice as she spoke, a punch to his gut. He hates that sound, the sound of his mom hurting.

Grayson’s stomach dropped in anticipation, straining his ear to hear what his dad had to say. Jake had always been good with conversations, at least that Grayson is aware of. So surely his dad wouldn’t say anything to make his mom feel worse.

Right?

“You miss me?”

The tone in his father's voice made Grayson sit up straight. He didn’t like that.

“Yes! Of course I miss you! You’re my husband for God’s sake. I’m not trying to control you or saying I don’t trust you. I just want you at home.”

“Then I need you to show me. Because to be honest, home doesn’t feel much like home lately.”

“I do show you, Jake. Every night, I’m waiting for you to get home so you can have dinner. I sit with you even though I am exhausted because I love you and I want to hear about your day. If I didn’t miss you, I wouldn’t do that,” Y/N drew in a shaky inhale, tears closing her throat as she tried not to sob out the last sentence. “And you’re right, home doesn’t feel like home – because you’re not here.”

If his mama’s broken, tearfilled voice didn’t push him off the couch, what Jake tried to pull next certainly would have.

“Oh, so it’s my fault now? You know damn well-”

“Don’t talk to my mom like that.”

Both of his parents looked at him, watching his moves carefully as he put his 12 year-old frame in front of his mother’s. 

“Gray-”

“No, Mama, he doesn’t get to talk to you like that,” Grayson said, feeling bad for interrupting her but knowing that he couldn’t let his dad get away with the tone he used.

Grayson fixated his eyes on Jake’s, the similar shades of green meeting each other in a battle.

“You may be the adult here, Dad,” he almost spit the name out, almost mocking the authority it held. “But I’m the son that isn’t letting anyone disrespect his mom, especially not her husband. Not the man that’s supposed to love her.”

Despite the anger in his throat, a twinge of anxiety roused in his chest. He wasn’t worried about anything getting physical, even now he knew his dad would never raise a hand to him. But he didn’t want a verbal argument to ensue, scaring his mom and his baby sister. 

But, all Jake did was cross his arms, nodding for Grayson to continue.

It didn’t quell the anxiety, but it helped Grayson to stand up straighter and hold his ground a little firmer.

“I’m here every night. I’ve sat at that table every night for the last eight months and stared at an empty chair. I watched Mom check her phone habitually, waiting for a text or a call from you. Do you know how often she checked the door? Praying a chaplain wasn’t about to ring the bell? How many times I got to the mailbox first so she didn’t have to be the first one to see the letter telling her you weren’t coming home?”

Tears stung Grayson’s eyes and he clicked his jaw as he shook his head. “No one is saying you not being home is your fault. We understand that this is your job. But please, be in the chair, Dad. One night, please.” 

Grayson’s vision was slightly blurry, tears clouding his vision as he looked his dad over. He wasn’t sure what to expect from him now. 

Jake’s jaw flexed before he cleared his throat. He looked at the floor, hiding his face as his eyes began watering as well. He sniffled, his arms uncrossing so he could put his hands on his hips.

“Okay…”

A weight lifted off of Grayson’s chest and he let the tears fall. He nodded, not bothering to hide his feelings as his voice cracked. “Thank you…” 

And, while he was glad he was able to get through to Jake, the issue wasn’t resolved yet.

“Please apologize.”

Jake nodded and patted Grayson on the shoulder, letting him know it was okay to stand down. Grayson took the hint and stepped to the side, his arms now crossing over his chest as he watched his parents interact. He wasn’t going to leave until he knew his mom was okay.

Y/N looked up at Jake, a waiting but patient look on her face. Her arms stayed wrapped around her stomach, clearly still upset.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t fix it and I can’t make excuses. Grayson’s right. I shouldn’t talk to you like that. Not when you do so much for me, for this family. I was out of line, accusing you like that. I’m sorry, I’ll work on it. I love you.” 

Y/N nodded, sniffling as they pulled each other into a hug. “Thank you, Honey. I love you, too.” Jake kissed her head, holding his lips there with his fingers in her hair. “Why don’t you go pick out a movie? I want to talk to Grayson for a minute, we’ll be in there in a moment.” She nodded again and pecked his chest before turning to her son.

“I love you, Gray,” she said softly before hugging him and kissing his head. He wrapped his arms around her, smiling against her shoulder. “I love you too, Mama.” 

She walked away, shaking out the tension in her hands before wiping her tears and walking to the living room. “Oh, hi baby girl…” Her cheery, motherly tone eased Grayson’s anxieties significantly as he looked at his dad.

Grayson stood up straight, his chest puffing out a little in pride. He didn’t know what Jake was about to say to him, but he would walk away knowing he did the right thing.

Jake leaned against the counter, arms crossed again as he looked at his boots. “That must have been a lot, hearing me talk to your mom like that…” Grayson nodded, his arms crossing as well, “Yes sir. You shouldn’t talk to someone you love that way. Even in arguments.” 

His dad nodded, looking up at him. “You’re right, they shouldn’t. Thank you for reminding me of that.” Jake rubbed his jaw, sniffling a little. “I know you know that life won’t always work out that way, and me and your mom won’t always say the kindest things to each other – it doesn’t mean we love each other any less. I’ll spare you that talk, for now.” 

“I know,” Grayson said softly, an airy sigh behind his words. “But I don’t like it when she cries. And you shouldn’t be the one making her cry, Dad.” 

“You’re right. And I’ll work on it. I’m tired and I’m stressed, but that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have used that tone, I was only making us both more stressed.”

Jake stood up straight, grunting a little as he clapped a hand down on Grayson’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “I’m proud of you, son. For standing up to me like that, standing up for your mother like that.”

Grayson felt the emotions surge in his chest, his arms falling to his side as he swallowed the lump. “I learned from the best.” 

Jake gave him a watery smile before pulling him into a hug. “I love you, kid.” 

He hugged him back, tightly. “I love you too, Dad.”

it's been awhile since i posted something related to this series! it was really fun jumping back into it! i hope you all enjoyed and i'm so sorry if i missed any tags!

thank you again @tia--2323 for the request! this was so fun to write!

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Wifey

(pt: Wifey /end pt)

Wifey (Queer); a presentation term for (queer) individuals who present as a wife/wife-like!

for @flykites!

symbol from here (link)!

tagging; @radiomogai!

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HI AUNTIEEE PERHAPS COULD WE SEE A LITTLLE LER!SEB WITH LEE!USER PRETTY PLEASEEE (if you don't draw anything with users that's okay! <3 I just ADORE seb)

sweet jesus. oh my god. what the ffuck. i think i might be dead

[hobiebrownismygod]

I have a request :D rivals to lovers with Hobie? Basically the garage in which Hobie’s band practices is right next to another garage which the reader uses (maybe for ballet or dance but feel free to decide whatever u think is best) and she routinely goes there to fire him for being so loud and our guy is just as cocky as he possibly can be

Idk I had this idea and I love love LOVE ur writing so 😁

OMGGG I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH!! Sorry it took me so long to answer pookie 😞 but I hope you like it!! <3

It'd been a very, very long day.

So of course, you'd been looking forward to coming home and rewinding, playing some gentle music and practicing your positions. You found the repetition calming, counting through each step in your head to stay on beat.

"One, two, three, four, five and turn, one two, three, four, five and turn, one two..." you mumbled under your breath quietly, as you watched yourself in the mirror, scrutinizing each move, each step, as you inched yourself closer and closer to perfection.

You were all alone, the lights were dimmed and the only noise you could hear was the soft music playing and your quiet, deep breaths, held tightly in your diaphragm as you kept your back up straight and tight, slowly turning with grace and poise.

CRASH

You nearly stumbled back at the sudden noise, eyes shooting up towards the door and narrowing when you realized who it must've been. That familiar accent could be heard through the walls, loud and cocky as ever.

"Hobie Brown." You grumbled under your breath, grabbing your sweater and pulling it over your head to cover your ballet attire before walking towards the door.

The sweet-voiced, yet sadistic punk that lived next door never failed to get on your nerves. Him and his band were almost always blasting your eardrums with their wretched playing and loud voices. You had to admit, their music was fairly good, but you definitely did not want to hear it at the moment.

"Hobie Brown!"

The lanky man, draped across a battered couch, looked over his shoulder at you as you stood at the entrance of his garage door, fingers still playing with the strums of the guitar in his hand. "Well if it isn't my favorite lass! What're you doin' here dove?" He laughed, tilting his head back and waggling his eyebrows at you.

"I thought we had an agreement! You get from 3:00 to 6:00 and I get peace and quiet from 6:00 to 9:00." You said annoyedly, folding your arms over your chest as you glared at the other members of his band.

He sighed, shaking his head before slowly sitting up from the couch, sleepy eyes fixated on you. "What time is it?"

"It's 7:45." You hissed.

He smiled. "Might be a bit late for you then, aye? Maybe you should go to bed, dove, you look cranky." He teased. You scowled in response and his eyes widened slightly. "I'm just messing with ya, love, no need to get all pouty." he chuckled.

"God you're suck a prick!" You said angrily, eyes narrowed at him. "Is it impossible for you to play a little more quietly? Or play at someone else's home for once?" You asked, gesturing at his silent bandmates who were all awkwardly trying to ignore the two of you.

"I could..." He admitted, cocking his head to the side and shoving his hands into his pockets as he began to approach you. "But then I wouldn't get the chance to see you. You see, I quite enjoy these little squabbles." He said, leaning down slightly to meet your eyes.

You felt your face heat up slightly and immediately cleared your throat aggressively, leaning away from him. He continued to lean forward, hands clasped behind his back as he grinned mischievously at you. "What? Does this make you uncomfortable?"

"Oh shut up." you muttered, taking a step back and glaring up at him. "Just play quieter." You turned away from him as quickly as you could before you headed back towards the door.

Suddenly, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder and you shot your head back to see him raising an eyebrow at you. "You forgot the magic word."

"The magic word?" You asked confusedly.

"You know...the magic word." He grinned stupidly, folding his arms over his chest. "Maybe if you say it, I'll turn the volume down, dove."

"Oh piss off-"

"Ah, wrong word" He said, wagging a finger in your face as you attempted to leave again. "Come on, just say it once and we'll leave you alone" he winked.

You sighed, staring up at him with your hands on your hips. "Please." you mumbled.

"What was that?" He asked, leaning in with a hand cupping his ear, smiling widely.

"Please?" You asked a little louder.

"Please what?"

"Hobie, come on-"

"Please what?"

You groaned, tapping your foot on the floor. "Can you turn the volume down, please?" You asked, biting the inside of your cheek in frustration.

He chuckled deeply, standing up straight and looking down at you. "For you? Anything, dove." And with that, he took a step back, bowing you out as you practically ran out of the room in embarrassment, scrambling back to your garage and closing the door with a loud, exasperated groan.

"Cocky prick." You muttered, pulling your sweatshirt off roughly and tossing it on the floor next to your ballet bag. You noticed that the volume had decreased significantly, and although welcomed, it wasn't doing anything to help hide your flushed expression.

His taunts were infuriating and that stupid smile sent chills up your spine. Oh what you would give to wipe that smirk off his face.

But then of course, you quite liked his smirk. More than you'd ever truly admit. It was too bad you'd never tell him...at least, not yet.

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[artaintfartwarriors]

hello! love your work. can i request emberdawn (silverhawks mate) and their son? thank you!!

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[ikemen-trifecta]

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hey honey! i read your daemon x summer isles reader and omg this is so well written! (and reassuring until I find fics with poc!reader) and I love the firm how you write Daemon's relationship with family (especially with Viserys) So I was wondering if I could get an imagine of what it's like when reader goes to westeros with daemon, like how she adapts to court routine and even her relationship with Viserys and Rhaenyra, and if you can also write her finding out she's pregnant months after arriving in Kl and how she tells the Daemon and some of his reaction (maybe Viserys has a celebratory feast) with lots of fluffy, please? (feel free to ignore)

Here you go!

New Beginnings

Pairing: Daemon x Fem. Reader (Summer Isles)

Themes: Soft | Fluff 

Warnings: Minor hints about Aegon being a loathsome cad.

Word count: 1.5k

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Your room on board had been very comfortable, but the journey was long and tiring. The ship sailed continuously, not stopping till it first called at Dorne. Daemon had flown ahead on Caraxes, as his saddle couldn't seat two. As soon as Daemon saw you he took you straight to his guest chambers at Sunspear, the two of you not leaving the bedroom till hunger forced you both to do so. 

You enjoyed Dornish food and their fashions. Daemon promised to bring you over whenever his schedule allowed. He took you all over the city when it came alive at night, smiling whenever you ooh'd and ahh'd over every pleasurable diversion.

The two of you would return late into the night and fall asleep in each other's arms.

Next was a sailing trip to Kings Landing.

The journey was more pleasant this time, although the chaotic scenes at the harbour shocked you. Daemon flew overhead just as the ship docked, sticking out a hand to wave at you while Caraxes weaved around the masts of ships, giving crews the fright of their lives.

The captain came over and joined you. "What do you think, m'lady?"

"Everything is so chaotic," you said as you observed the events unfolding in front of you. The ports of the Summer Isles were always busy, but so much more organized. "And my husband calls this home?"

Jorran chuckled, his wide belly rumbling beneath his hands. "Not here, m'lady," he said, motioning to his right. "There."

Your eyes went right, then up. And up. And up some more.  

The Red Keep loomed over the entire city like a giant, stone sentinel. Made all out of deep, red stone, it gleamed in the sun. "It's beautiful," you say breathlessly. 

Jorran scanned the harbour, wiping sweat from his brow with a threadbare handkerchief. "And your welcome party is over there." 

Sure enough, Rhaenyra was there, with a carriage and a troop of Gold Cloaks. And you were itching to feel the ground beneath your feet again. The princess was waving frantically to catch your attention. "And I best be going," you said, as Jorran ordered a few of his crew to go back inside to fetch your trunks, and the gifts your parents sent with you, to be given to the king. 

You took a deep breath and sighed. You have finally reached your new home.  

Rhaenyra wanted to show you as much of the city as possible but grumbled, saying her uncle forbade her from doing so. Daemon wanted to take you around the city himself.

"He forbade you? And you actually listened?"

"You sound like my uncle," the princess wheezed. "And yes, I did listen."

You still looked out, taking in all those chimneys and windows. "Daemon says candles could be seen burning by all those windows at night."

Rhaenyra looked out too. "It's quite magical to see all of that light from a window in the Red Keep."

The homes grew grander as the carriage neared the castle. There were gardens now, and colorful sprays of flowers that flowed over balconies. You see fountains and little gazebos, and shops with ornately painted windows. However, nothing compared to the Red Keep and its sprawling gardens, its Godswood. You were awed by the magnificent Wierwood tree that grew all white and blood-red.

Daemon took you straight to the apartment you would share with him, to give you time to rest and bathe before meeting the king. He helped you bathe and change, then escorted you to the throne room.

Ah yes, the throne room, where painted windows threw a riot of light onto black and red tiled floors, where the roof rose impossibly high, and where a jaw-dropping throne made almost entirely of melted swords towered over everyone present. King Viserys was already seated and greeted you warmly.

"I must thank you, y/n, for being the main cause of positive change in my brother."

Daemon arched a brow. "When have I ever been less than positive?"

"The time you made off with those Myrish dancing girls just before you left for Essos?"

You smirked. "Myrish dancing girls?"

Daemon groaned. No one likes embarrassing stories of their youth coming out into the light, and Daemon wanted to crawl somewhere and hide. 

"Your grace," you grinned at your good brother. "You and I need to talk."

Viserys grinned back, then called forth servants to bring platters of bread and salt. After you had your fill, the crew who came with you brought forth the gifts you brought with you from the Summer Isles. There were feather capes, jeweled feather combs for the queen and all the princesses, and magnificent hunting spears for the princes. Rhaenyra's sons were thrilled. Aemond accepted what was offered with some grace, but Aegon balked, and would have continued balking had his grandsire not whispered harshly in his ear. There were live birds too, all birds of prey, with one, a rare red feathered eagle, being presented to the king. Viserys thanked you profusely, then met you in private, to apologize for Aegon's rudeness.

The days passed like a blur.

You'd spend time in court, keeping to the shadows, watching and listening to everything. Viserys insisted as you would have to help his brother whenever the king was indisposed. You stumbled at first and made little gaffes, but Rhaenyra and Daemon were always on hand to help you navigate sticky courtly etiquette.

At night, you would join your husband and dine with the king.

Viserys was warm and welcoming, but the Queen you found a little aloof and cold. 

Aegon would spend the entire time drinking.

Aemond would spend the entire time brooding.

They would then try to kill each other after one brother insulted the other.

Sweet Helaena was lost in her little world sometimes, and you felt for her when she gave a speech one night after Rhaenyra introduced her youngest son's new wife, about how Aegon only noticed her when he was drunk.

"Can anything be done?"

"The laws here forbid divorce," Daemon had said. "Viserys sends her to High Tide more often than not so she can have peace from her husband." He then leaned over to whisper, "He said allowing the marriage to take place will always be one of the biggest regrets of his life."

You sighed.

Rhaenyra would take you with her to the old bazaar, where the two of you would sample the delights from all over Westeros and Essos.

The two of you also came back with heaps of bags and parcels.

You gave Daemon a private showing of some of the more intimate items you brought.

Daemon dragged you straight to bed after that.

You were hoping that would happen.

Viserys would often ask you to join him and his family whenever Daemon was occupied with the Gold Cloaks. He showed you the scale model he built of the old capital city of Valyria, one he made with the scraps of information the Citadel had. You had to correct him by saying the blood temple was entirely made out of flawless blocks of dragonglass that had been fused together by dragon flames, and not limestone, and that dragonglass candles were everywhere.

When Viserys said the Freeholders jealously guarded the secrets of the temple, you said, "Visiting dragonlords liked to talk when deep in their cups. My ancestors liked to listen when the visiting dragonlords liked to talk. The visiting dragonlords gave us a peace treaty and marriages with the Velaryons in exchange for our not blabbing to those not from our islands. I think we did a good job of honoring the treaty so far."

Viserys laughed, then said yes, the Summer Isles have done a wonderful job of honouring the treaty. He then spent the rest of the afternoon quizzing you on the stories passed down by your elders.

You come to share his and Daemon's love of Valyria's history.

After two months, you wake up one morning and realize your courses have not yet come. You speak of this to no one.

Rhaenyra is the first to realize something is up when you grow squeamish after roast chicken is placed in front of you. She pulls you to one side when you develop a hankering for quail eggs.

"Are you?" she beams and points to your stomach.

"Yes. But I need to be sure before I tell Daemon."

Rhaenyra is thrilled to have a baby cousin she can spoil.

Your courses didn't come for a second month, and this time you tell Daemon, by refusing wine.

"Why would you not drink? I thought women of the Summer Isles only abstained when they're with...."

He stops talking and comes towards you, lovingly placing a hand on your stomach when he reaches you. "Are you... Are you really?"

Daemon had always wanted to be a father, was never sure it would ever happen, and now, the woman he loved had told him she was carrying their child. Tears streaked their way down his cheeks even as his lips quirked up. The thought of a child that might look like you both, a mischievous boy or a girl who'd drive her parents to distraction, overwhelmed him.

"I am," you say, even as tears stain their way down your cheeks. "I need to talk to midwives to be sure, but I am."

Daemon whispered to your belly in high Valyrian, before standing up to kiss you and sweeping you into a long and tender embrace, the both of you shedding happy tears.

When Viserys was told, he threw a grand feast, to celebrate the news. It was attended by all the nobles and talked about for months.

Viserys could rest easy a little now. His baby brother had found contentment and true happiness at last. 

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[earthmoonz]

part 2 of wifey is gonna be a bit more elevated in terms of genre and drama and probably faster paced too. I love what I’ve done with part 1 so far but it really is a slow burn cos there’s so much to set up so things feel cohesive later on 😭

I’ve also changed my mind about the overall plot like 10 times since I began the story last may but I’ve finally got a clear end and everyone’s got clear motives and I’m so excited to share it all!

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Doodle Gordon Freemind (I'm insane :3)

if I took a shot every time I said "what the fuck is wrong with him" while watching this series you could light a match near me and I would be engulfed in flames in 0.2 seconds

[deesblanketfort]

Hiya!!

I've been seeing your posts for a while, and I really like them ^w^

Could you make a stimboard with robot themes? Anything related to mechanical stuff is nice too! Preferably with either orange or yellow as the main colors :3

Thanks in advance 🧡

Here ya go! Hope it caters to your tastes, my Darling 💙

[misschanadlerbong]

hey darling!!! could i request a rachel green moadboard please??

Hello sweetheart!!!

Rachel Green Aesthetic 💘

hope you like it :)

(also feel free to request any type of moodboards from tvd characters, friends, Harry Potter, or 13rw) 😊

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📢‼️ New trick alert!

Miss Amara has learned that if Momther is petting her and then stops, she can ask for the petting to resume by putting her paws onone of Momther's hands.

Guess what Momther has been doing for like an hour now?

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[washeduphazbin]

Hi, I would like to ask for a smut from Adam x fem Reader, his dear wife is going to pay him a visit at his work and in the end they almost get paid for lute

New Eve (Adam x Fem! Wife! Reader)

-SMUT AHEAD MINORS DNI-

Other warnings: Adam Being Adam

I hope I wrote this ask and understood it correctly! Adam is my guilty pleasure. I love men who are dumb as rocks and who are going to be absolutely leashed by even stronger women.

REQUESTS OPEN

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There's a saying that all good things come in threes, Lilith, Eve, and you. Adam's final wife, who physically couldn't be swayed by Lucifer because Adam had met you in Heaven. When you passed through the pearly gates, you were greeted by none other than the first human himself. You were in awe for about two seconds until you quickly gathered the first man was a complete and utter dickhead. He seemed to falter when you walked past him to greet an angel named Lute, Adam's second in command. She tensed a little as you introduced yourself, ignoring Adam's protests that dubbed you a Queen Mega Bitch.

All this to say, it took about three months before Lute caught Adam sticking his tongue down your throat with you latched onto him like a koala. You made a distressed sound at being caught while listening to Adam laugh above you. You distinctly heard him call your mouth as good as a vagina while pressing a kiss to your hairline. "Adam!" You hissed, pulling on the horns of his mask as he let out a defiant sound, "Inappropriate."

"Ugh yeah, that's kind of my thing, sugar tits."

"You need to not make it your thing, or this thing doesn't happen." You drew your line in the metaphorical sand before marching out of the room, faintly hearing Lute argue about Adam's behavior behind you.

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Two years later, you were Adam's new 'Eve' in heaven with two golden rings to prove the love that formed between the two of you...somehow. Did the both of you fight constantly? Yes. Did you want to wring his neck every time he opened the gaping hole he called a mouth? Also Yes. But did you love him...unfortunately. Even though he had a laundry list of bad habits, a vulgar mouth, and gross hobbies, he had his moments. He was protective, fiercely so, and despite his fuck boy personality, he only had his sights set on you. Lute often asked you what you saw in Adam, and you'd reluctantly sigh and give a tired grin, "He makes me laugh. Plus, with proper motivation, he's putty in my hand." Lute made a sound of understanding, nodding her head,

"Ah, yes. Use your feminine wiles to control those weaker than you, even if they may be physically stronger. We must use what we are given as women. Well, you must. I'm very strong without using that to my advantage."

"Yes, exactly," You snickered as Lute stopped outside Adam's office. "Which is exactly why Sera put me in charge of convincing Adam to meet with The Morningstar's daughter." You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "I'll see you back here later, then?"

"Yes, ma'am." Lute bowed, "I wish you luck...you'll need it. He's in one of his moods." before taking off into the sky and down the hall. You reached up with a stretch of your arms, fluffing up your wings to look extra pretty before knocking on Adam's door,

"Adam." You hummed, knocking on the grand marble door once before opening it. You leaned against the entranceway, wings brushing against the floor, as his head shot up.

"Sugartits!"

"Not my name!" You dodged Adam's hug with a flurry of your wings; he grinned, shoving the door closed with his hip. "Adam," you said in warning as he used his angelic magic to fly towards you and trap you within his arms.

"and what would you prefer I call you? My Bitch? Wifey?" He mused, peppering sloppy kisses against your cheek and down your neck. "We could go with Queen or Goddess, preferably." You shot back, dragging Adam down to sit in his chair; you hummed gently, removing his mask from his face. He leaned back, kicking his legs up on the desk as you slid down into his chest, straddling his hips. You hummed, running your fingers through his brown hair, and he melted into your touch, "My name works, too."

"I guess we can settle on Queen. Does that make me your King?" Adam preened as you scratched under his chin,

"Without a doubt...but we must talk about the Young Morningstar."

"Who?" He made a faux confused face which you raised an eyebrow back at in response, "Ugh, Lucifer's cunt daughter. What about her?"

"She's been begging for a meeting. I suggest you meet with her." Your lips began to trail down his neck, nipping at his skin as his body flushed.

"But that's so much work, sugar." He groaned, running his clawed hands through your hair, "Can't I just say fuck off back to hell we're gonna exterminate all of you regardless."

"Sera wants you to at least meet with her one time; she's giving you a lot of trust to handle this on your own."

"And if I do what you ask, what'll you give me?" He mused, eyes sparkling. You huffed, hitting him with the back of your wing, and he laughed, "Come on, you gotta sweeten the deal for me, mama."

"You're such a bastard." You huffed, moving to pull your hair out of your face. He moved his legs to the ground, and you could slide between his knees. "Robe off unless you want dirty," you commanded as Adam fumbled out of it quickly.

"I love you~" He leaned back with a sly grin, hand reaching up to move your head closer to his lip. Your fingers spread across his thighs, and you huffed softly, looking up at him.

"I love you more. If I do this for you, you promise to meet with young Lady Morningstar?"

"You can't just fuck me because you love me?"

"Bite me." You sneered, but there wasn't any malice in your voice as he stood up, picking you up off the ground and pressing your back against his desk.

"Oh, it would be my pleasure. I can't say your robes will survive, though I might need to get you some new ones." Adam popped the buttons on your robe, allowing your body to be laid bare for his eyes. He watched your breathing hitch as his long claw trailed down your neck to your chest. "Fuck I love these puppies, you know that?" Adam grinned, grabbing fistfuls of your breasts, squeezing and kneading to his heart's content. Your husband was like an oversized golden retriever. When he sees something he likes, he obsesses over it like a man deranged. His favorite playthings of yours were your tits and ass. "Any meetings?"

"None. I'm yours for the rest of the day. You can mark me how you'd like; I'm yours, my husband. Well, until you meet with the Princess."

"Fuckkkkk yeah, baby, come 'ere." Adam dove between your breasts, and he felt you suck in air through your teeth. He began to bite and suck on the supple flesh of your chest; you keened, arching into his mouth, hands tangling in his brown hair. You could tell from the way his teeth would graze against your nipples and your flesh he was doing everything in his power to leave marks on the skin.

"Adam...ngh." You panted, feeling his hand move down from your breast to slide down your stomach and between your legs. "Shit," You squeaked, feeling him tease your clit with his thumb and forefinger with a dopey grin on his face.

"There's my favorite girl," He flicked your nub skillfully; for being a massive asshole, this prick sure knew where to find your clit. One finger slid between your folds, and you tossed your head against the cold marble desk. "Damn, only one finger has you acting up? I must not be treating you good enough," He purred as another finger entered you, stretching you out to be big enough for, 'the first ever man god created.' Adam watched with delight as your wings spread out and trembled, glowing with a soft golden glow. "That's it, you're being such a good girl for me. Are you ready?"

"Yes." You panted, "Adam, please."

"God, you beg so nicely, you little slut," His hand reached up to grip your throat, causing you to let out a desperate whine, hips bucking into his fingers. "Beg Harder," He demanded, moving your hand to palm him through his trousers, stiff and aching. "Look at how hard you make me. How desperate. I need you to worship your god."

"Yes, sir." You purred, "You're my God, Adam. I need you, I'd worship for your love, your touch, your dick." You dragged your hand up your chest, playing with the swell of your own breast, "Don't you want to make me happy, baby?"

"More than anything." Adam's eyes lit up in elation, "Stay with me. Don't go to Lucifer. You're mine." He snarled, hands around your throat, "Say it."

"I'm with you. Only you. Forever Adam." His entire body seemed to relax when you said that, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek and lips. "I love you, you annoying Dickweed."

"Love you more, Sugartits." He grinned cheekily before lowering himself to you with a hiss-like laugh. "Tight as ever, and that's why I love you,"

"If you keep talking nonsense while you're literally inside me, I'll cut off your dick,"

"Sounds kinky."

"Adam."

"Fine, Fine, you're so vanilla." He mused, albeit his tone was much softer, fonder than his earlier teasing. His hands grabbed under your knees and pressed you close with a snap of his hips. You both let out a moan, yours higher pitched and needier, bucking your hips, searching for more friction than he was currently providing. You always savored the way he was able to fill you up, he wasn't the longest but god was he thick filling you in all the right ways. Every time his hips snapped into you, you could feel just how deep he kissed your cervix. "Yeah, you like that?" He panted, "Like how deep I'm getting? From the way you're dripping, you're practically soaking through my table. Your vag is like a vice, babe, so tight for this big cock."

"Hm. Your words always know how to turn me o-ng-ff." You moaned out this end at a particularly sharp thrust of his hips. "Fuck you," You panted as he grinned down at you,

"Good news, wifey, that's exactly what we're doing-"

"Sir!" You let out a scream as Lute slammed the door of his office open, you climbed against Adam's body like an embarrassed Nun. He groaned, still inside you but having the decency to cover you with his wings.

"What do you need, Lute? I'm a little busy getting it on with my sexy ass wife." Adam complained, motioning to the top of your head, to which you made an embarrassed sound of mortification. "Can this be rescheduled or-"

"The Princess of Hell is here, Sir. She just showed up-"

"Are you for real telling me that the bitch Princess of Hell is seriously cucking me right now?!"

"...Yes."

"(Y/n) If I killed her for interrupting us, would you be pissed?"

"Beyond Adam."

"Fuck."

[landoughnut]

Nurse He's Out Again

♡ masterlist - request!

♡ pairing - lando norris x fem!reader (fc - brooke shields :)

♡ summary - just lando thirsting on the main and giving being a pr nightmare, also him fighting for his life in the comments

♡ warnings - horny/simp lando, crack, some fluff, some cursing, one kms mention

♡ w/c & a/n - smau | wanted to do a social media one cause i love reading them so much so here we are! i really love this actually so i hope you enjoy xoxo

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