#I’m so pent up with fucking rage
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I just need five fucking minutes to have a complete breakdown
#fuck today#my son spilled all my coffee grounds over himself and my kitchen#he just ripped my shades off me and snapped them in half#his father this morning kept saying I ReAlLy DoNt WaNnA WoRK tOdAY#because he just wants to stay home high as fuck and play video games and DO NOTHING WITH HIS KIDS#NO DUDE PLZ GO TO WORK BEFORE I COMMIT A CRIME#I’m so pent up with fucking rage#honest to god want to jump in front of a moving vehicle
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Also side note if you come here (or anywhere tbh) and try to take a pic of someone else’s baby without consent best believe that I will be there to rip your stupid face off and eat it
#this fucking idiot who calls themselves an influencer because she has a popular fashion blog and mailing list#came out of treatment and saw the baby in the stroller#mom went to the br and left baby in MY care#the idiot approaches going AWWW (which scared the baby bc this idiot is being loud???)#THEY TAKE THEIR PHONE OUT TO TAKE A PIC OF THE BABY’S ONESIE#bitch lol no.#quickly I say ABSOLUTELY NOT and slap that hand away so fucking hard that phone went flying and weirdly popped out of its case#the mom comes out and the baby is upset and so is inflcuencer person#influencer doesn’t know what to say bc mom kinda saw I guess? she got the jist of what was going on and proceeded to tell the influencer-#in thee most polite way that she did not approve of HER CHILD BEING PHOTOGRAPHED BY A STRANGER????#let alone a stranger with an audience???? THE FUCK????#not on my watch BITCH#I’m LOOKING for reasons to let out years of pent up rage!!! GIVe ME A REASON!!!!!!!!!!!!#where is your common sense???????????#I will literally devolve into a monkey and obliterate your ass#that child is not content#boss isn’t happy that it escalated that quickly but idc no paparazzi allowed here#take your cracked case and go home 👋🏼 and stay there#the fuck is wrong with people
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This therapy session can’t come soon enough. And a rage room, I need to go to a rage room
#lia thoughts#I just want to sleep#I have so much pent up negative energy in my head rn#when I go in on Friday it will be#I know we made a list and we said we’re gonna talk about this stuff#but shit happened and I need to rage about it#in the meantime I need to be on a train in exactly 7 hours#and I just can’t get my mind to quiet#I’m so tired yet it just won’t shut the fuck up
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𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥
ceo!sukuna x secretary!reader, modern au
tags: degradation, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, spanking, true form sukuna
notes: minors dni, one sequel to "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘉𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘴" - you decided to not text your boss Sukuna
wc: 1.3k
Sukuna was fuming with rage as he sat at his work desk, eyes glued on his door waiting for you to finally come in. He gave you his private number, a number no one got (since he mainly fucked women at work anyway) and you didn’t call him? Not even bother to sent a message? Did you even save his number? Sukuna's rage was a tempest, a storm swirling within him, threatening to burst forth and consume everything in its path. His fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned bone-white, his jaw tensed, muscles coiling like springs ready to snap. Each breath he took felt like fire searing his lungs, fueling the inferno of his fury.
It wasn't just anger; it was a primal force, raw and unbridled. How could you crawl over to him like a slut and then just ghost him. After he left the bar he couldn’t even get his cock soft – it waited to be buried deep inside your cunt. Suddenly (and finally) his door opened and you walked into the room, your eyes staring at the floor.
“Good morning, sir”, you greeted him sheepishly.
“Lock the fucking door and come over here, now.”
Your boss didn’t even bother to hide his anger and you were smart enough not to question his mood. Without a word you walked over to his desk. His red eyes were burning holes into your skin.
“Why didn’t you text me? I told you to do that”, Sukuna stood up, his fingers tapping on his wooden desk as he moved closer to you.
“I don’t think that would have been appropriate, sir.”
As the words hit his ears, a surge of anger coursed through Sukuna's veins like a bolt of lightning. The sentence struck him with the force of a physical blow. His jaw clenched so tight it felt as though his teeth might shatter under the pressure. A torrent of emotions roiled within him, a turbulent sea of indignation and frustration threatening to engulf him entirely. How could you dare utter such words, he seethed inwardly, feeling his temper flare hotter with each passing moment. Every fiber of his being screamed for retribution, for a release of the pent-up rage festering within him. Yet, beneath the anger, there simmered a sense of hurt, a wounded pride that stoked the flames of his fury even higher.
“Inappropriate, huh?” Sukuna's heart pounded with an adrenaline-fueled rhythm as he pressed you against his workdesk, his palm firmly planted beside you, caging you in. The suddenness of his action caught you off guard, your eyes widening in surprise before a flicker of excitement danced within you. His gaze bore into yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, a silent declaration of desire. The scent of your perfume filled his senses, intoxicating him further as he leaned in.
“You know what’s inappropriate? All the times you went on break just to rub your little pussy after I praised you. The way you press your legs together in an attempt to not cum all over the place after I yell at colleagues who fuck up their work. You think I’m dumb, little one?”
Sukuna's lips grazed your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. The faintest touch of his lips against your skin ignited a fire within you, a wave of sensation coursing through your body like electricity. His kisses were rough and urgent, each one leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His grip tightened on your arm, a rough urgency in his movements as he spun you around, your back now pressed firmly against Sukuna’s chest. The suddenness of his action caused your breath to catch in your throat, your heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. His touch was possessive yet intoxicating, sending a jolt of desire coursing through your veins. With your back against him, you could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his embrace and his hard cock pressing against your ass.
“You need to be punished, baby, Was waiting for you the night to text me”, he whispered into your ears before taking a step back, “Bend over the desk, slut.”
As you leaned over your boss's desk, the air seemed to crackle with tension. Your movements were graceful, yet purposeful, the lines of your silhouette casting a spell of allure. With each subtle shift, the fabric of your blouse hugged your curves, your skirt rocking up, teasingly revealing hints of the allure beneath. Sukuna, momentarily captivated by the sight before him, struggled to maintain his composure and not just fuck you right there and then.
“You’ve been a bad girl”, all of sudden, without any kind of warning, his hand smacked down on your ass, earning a small squeal, “You a little cocktease, huh? Knew damn well how fucking soaked you got after our simple kiss and then you decided to not text me after?”
“I-I’m sorry, sir”, he whimpered as another blow hit your ass. Sukuna pulled your skirt down to the ground, exposing your behind. Now it would start to hurt.
“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it, baby. I wanted to fill you up real good last night. I would have come over just to let you bounce on my cock. Beg for forgiveness, slut.” And once again he smacked your ass.
“I’m sorry” Another blow. “Pl-please…Please forgive me, Mr. Sukuna.” Another blow. Your ass was turning red at this point. “I’m begging you pl–please…ahh.” That moan was everything Sukuna needed to hear – so needy and eager, he imagined you would love for him to manhandle you like this. Such a dirty whore.
You were a begging, trembling mess before him and he loved every inch of the view. Grinning he reached his hand out, his finger grazing over your thong covered slit. “Soaked through your panties already, baby? That’s all it got? Some dirty talk and spanking? Want daddy to help you out?”
Self-respect? Professionalism? Everything left your body as soon as he called himself daddy. “Yes, please help me out, daddy.”
“Now you’re a good girl.” Sukuna pulled your thong down and you groaned as you felt him use his finger to circle your clit. Seemed like daddy knew your body well, knew the pressure and the patterns that could turn you into a stuttering and groaning mess. When he dipped his fingers inside of you, you shifted slightly to make him go deeper. His fingers fucked you open so well, deepening his strokes to rub your g-spot and draw you closer to the edge. You felt yourself give in to him, becoming more wet as he continued touching your clit and pumping his fingers into your sloppy cunt as well.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. Can you hear it? How my fingers ram in and out of your slutty hole, huh? Clenching me so well, sucking me in. Tell daddy what you want, little one, tell me.”
“D–daddy…please, please fuck me”, Sukuna never stopped fingering your hole and restarted spanking your ass, “I need your cock, daddy, ahh– I’m begging you to fill me up.”
You heard Sukuna unzipping his pants, something warm now pushing against your entrance about to replace his fingers.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll call me your god.”
Maybe you were way too horny and desperate, losing touch with reality because suddenly you felt two hands grabbing your waist while two other hands wrapped around your body and cupped your tits. Sukuna rammed his cock into your pussy but you could feel something even thicker and bigger laying on your ass.
“You’re my favorite human, little one.”
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You flinch in an argument
Genshin men (Diluc, Kaeya, Tartaglia) and how they react when you flinch in an argument. TW: mentions of violence, reader has been treated badly in her past relationships.
DILUC
Diluc doesn’t get angry very often. At least, he does, but he never gets angry at you. He doesn’t know who has hurt you before, but he knows you tread lightly around him due to a past memory, a past feeling - maybe fear? And he often keeps this in mind, but today he’s just been so stressed and all his pent up anger just explodes.
How could you think he’d be the kind of man that cheats? How could you even imagine him in an affair? He’s tried his best to make sure that he’s the perfect husband. He wants to let you know he’s capable of love, of being a husband and a father. But today he’s tired, and when he sighs heavily and moves his hand towards his forehead, you squeak loudly and jump away from him.
Diluc’s heart shatters. He feels a sudden swerve of anger and protectiveness wash over him. Your normally happy and bright eyes are clouded with fear, and you look up at him, but the anger on his face is gone.
Diluc is a strong, stoic man, and you’ve only seen him cry three times, once when he was drunk. This time, his eyes fill with tears and you’re shocked. This is not the reaction you’re expecting from him - you were expecting a hand across your face, a bottle thrown at you. But instead, he flings his arms around you, sobbing loudly into your neck. You’re still so shocked that you cry too, softly into his hair (Diluc is fairly taller than you). “I’m sorry,” he sobs, nose running, “I didn’t mean to make you scared. I would never dream of hurting you, I love you so much.”
KAEYA
Kaeya is a yeller in arguments. While Diluc has many quips and thoughtfully curated hurtful comments, Kaeya screams. The rare times you fight, he is always shrill, and always uses hand gestures, which can be a bit of an issue at times.
“I can’t believe you’d think I’d ever be interested in her!” if he was a cartoon character, there would be steam blowing from his ears. His blue eyes have become incredibly dark. He throws his arms up in the air and you flinch away from him. Kaeya freezes.
He drops his hands, face softening. Kaeya cries more than his older brother, and the tears roll down his cheeks, but his eyes are filled with rage, a different kind of anger from earlier.
You run up to hug him and he growls into you, “his name. Now.” you shake your head into him. You already know what’s running through his brain, you can practically see the red he’s seeing. He can barely breathe as he holds you tight, the rage is ricocheting off his body. “Please,” he mumbles, “please tell me his name. I’ll fucking kill him.”
CHILDE
He’s a member of the Fatui, so Childe must often appear scary and heartless, but in private and with his friends, he’s funny, kind, and caring - except for when he loses his temper. Ajax rarely loses his temper over proper things, and when he loses his temper for silly things, it always ends with rough sex, but you’ve never seen him lose his temper like this. Tartaglia is the perfect boyfriend, almost as if not being perfect is one of his insecurities. He knows you’ve been hurt in your past. He doesn’t know what happened, or who hurt you or when, but he knows that that’s why you’re always so quiet around other men, even him sometimes. It was just today where he let his anger get the better of him.
“I said not to come!” he’s screaming the words, “I said they were dangerous but you NEVER KNOW HOW TO LISTEN! What would happen if I didn’t know any of the Harbingers? Didn’t you see the way they were looking at you?!” Childe throws his arms up in the air and you jump away from him, backing into the wall and his eyes flash dangerously. He knows immediately why you’ve flinched and suddenly his anger at you is gone, instead focusing on whichever man touched you.
“His name,” he’s breathing through his nose, “now. Tell me his name, now.” the name of your ex stumbles out of your mouth and he cries out in rage, punching a wall. Tears stream down his face, and his pretty, amber orange hair is messy. You’ve only seen Tartaglia cry when he’s had nightmares or when he’s frustrated, but never because of you. You suddenly feel guilty for burdening him, “I’m sorry,” your lip trembling, and he sniffles, wrapping his arms around you, “you have nothing to apologize for.” you’d thought the hug would last longer, but it didn’t. He pulls away and you blink up at him. “Where are you going?” and the danger returns to his face, “to kill your ex.”
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Stress Relief
Bakugou x Fem Reader
Summary: Aizawa offers you extra credit to tutor Bakugou for an upcoming test. Need I say more?
Word Count: 1.5k+
Ref Account: @kaionyx
TW: Rough Smut, Oral Female & Male Receiving, Facial.
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Sitting in your room and dissociating never felt so good. It was finally the end of the week and you felt properly chewed up and spit out. Muscles were sore and brain was fried, all you wanted to do was sit in silence. Emptying out your backpack and organizing everything on to your desk. The stress you were under was slowly chipping away at you. Hearing a knock at the door made your eyes roll, the last thing you wanted was to interact with anyone. Wiping the scowl off your face, you go to greet the unwanted guest. The feelings of annoyance quickly turned into insecurity once you saw it was Aizawa and Bakugou. Trying to casually fix your appearance as he began speaking in his monotone voice.
“Hello, sorry I didn’t mean to come to your dorm directly but this is a time sensitive matter. Bakugou needs a passing grade on this next test, I’m willing to bump your grade up 5% if you agree to help,” he explains, making Bakugou’s frown deepen.
“Oh of course, we can start right now,” you said, practically beaming. Having your grade pushed up five percent was a God sent gift at this point in the semester.
“Wonderful, Bakugou, please try to be open to the tutoring,” Aizawa said before walking away.
You gestured for him to come in, made you feel nervous watching him take in the room. All your posters and collectables are now starting to feel a little dorky. Not really sure what to say, you just sat in silence as he took in your room. You were pretty soft spoken and he was anything but that. It often worried you seeing how dark he was. It was so apparent that his anger issues were coming from a deep wound from the past. When all your friends would gossip, they talked about him with such vascularity and objectification was quite sad. As much as you tried to discourage this, there were times you agreed. The intimidating look he always had written across his face. The way his pent up rage came out during combat training.
It frustrated you knowing that he could overpower you. Any time you were paired to spar, he always managed to out maneuver you. Pinning you to the ground or wall. As much as it affected the confidence you had in your combat abilities, it made you feel warm and fuzzy. The last time the two of you were sparing, he grabbed your forearm so hard it left a bruise in the shape of his hand. You stared at it in the mirror for a while, confused why you liked it so much. Running your fingertips over the purple and brown blotches. Thinking about the way he looked into your eyes when throwing you to the ground. Walking away with no care or regard for you physically or mentally. It made you melt even though you’d never admit it. The two of you were sitting at your desk, helping him with his English assignment; he was getting frustrated and you were enjoying it a little too much.
“That just doesn’t make any fucking sense. The assignment was to summarize the fucking article. I don’t have to talk about my feelings about it, it’s not even specified!” he said, raising his voice.
“I could understand you don’t want to give your opinion on it but the teacher isn’t going to accept it until you do. You’re being ridiculous,” you huffed the last part under your breath.
“Excuse me?” he asked, folding his arms.
“Nothing, i’m just saying the assignment-” you started but became interrupted.
“No, go on. Explain why I’m ridiculous, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows and grinding his teeth.
“You are ridiculous. Are you so ignorant that you don’t understand how lazy you are? You act like academics is optional and that you can rely solely on your combat. Nobody else will, so I'll be the first to tell you: Thinking physical prowess will get you where you wanna be is stupid and delusional,” you say, starting to pack his papers up.
“If anyone is stupid and delusional it’s you, we both know the real reason you accepted this little study session,” he scoffs standing up.
“What do you mean by that?” you ask, knowing exactly what he was implying.
“Do you think I don’t notice you staring at me? Finding any opportunity to throw yourself at me. I can only imagine what runs through your head while you watch me. I have an idea by the way your cheeks flush and your pupils get wide. The way your body shakes when we spar. It’s stupid and delusional for you to think I'd ever want anything more than your body,” he said, now backing you against the wall.
You weren’t sure what to think, part of you felt like this was him showing his interest in you. Another part of you was worried he was just being cruel. Like he was stringing you along, trying to make you look desperate just to pull away.
“Interesting way to say you want my body, if you wanted me that bad you could just ask,” you patronize.
“I wouldn’t have too,” he said, grabbing you by the throat and pushing you against the desk.
You were now halfway sitting on the edge of the desk. Legs dangling off, separated by him grinding against you. Letting go of your hair, holding your face in his hands. The kiss was sloppy and wet, not being able to get enough of each other’s touch. You reached down and ran your hands up his back towards his shoulder. Lightly scratching down as he started kissing your neck. Nipping and sucking hickies on you, his heavy breathing giving your body goosebumps. Your hands begin to wander, fingers dipping into the back of his pants. Tracing all the way around, stopping when you felt his happy trail. He sits back on the office chair and stares you down. This makes you blush, sliding off and onto your knees. Your body was slightly under the desk, he took your glasses off and set them down..
Genuinely being gentle, which made you feel more safe to be vulnerable and vulgar. Taking his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. He moaned softly as he collected your hair in his hand. Using the other to stroke your cheek and face. Eventually you start bobbing your head up and down. Looking up and watching his reaction, he huffs and grunts that pour out of his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed together and sweat started to bead on his forehead. Feeling him get harder and harder as things started getting more sloppy. His hands were getting rougher, both of them now laced in your hair. Helping fuck your head down on his shaft faster. Cursing and moaning, starting to buck his hips. Making you gag around and spit around his cock. He pulls you by the hair off him with a loud pop sound. Grabbing himself to smack and rub his tip against your lips as he tips over the edge. Covering your mouth and chin with his cum.
Expecting him to be done but being taken off guard when he grabs your jaw. Bringing you to his level and smashes his lips against yours. Moaning into the kiss, being taken completely by surprise from how brazen he was being. He pulls away, a mix of saliva and his cum dripping down both your mouths. Standing up, he grabs your waist and lifts you on the desk. Sitting back down and spreading your legs, using his fingers to massage your clit. Moving down and eventually pushing a finger inside you. Bringing his lips down and starting to eat you out. Flicking his tongue, moaning as he felt you tighten around his fingers. Increasing the speed of both his hands and mouth. Stroking himself off, seeing you in so much pleasure was making his cock feel touch starved. Reaching your hands down and pulling and yanking. His hair was sweaty and you could feel him breathing hard against your core.
You tried holding back your orgasm as long as possible, wanting to enjoy the pleasure before becoming overly sensitive. He pushes a third finger which makes you fall over the edge. Feeling the walls of your cunt spasm and tighten makes him cum for a second time. Standing from his chair, rubbing his tip against your clit while continuing to finger you. Making eye contact as his warm cum covers your lower stomach. Resting your foreheads together, trying to catch your breath. He almost dozed off but eventually realized it was getting late. You were passed out, not wanting to wake you up, he carries you to the bed. Grabbing a towel and wiping you down. He didn’t want to go through your clothes, so he slipped his tee-shirt over you. Walking out in his tanktop, Kirishima gave him a side eye as he left your room.
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Written All Over Your Face dick grayson x reader
→ summary: “Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”
→ warnings: SMUT. p in v, unprotected sex (don't be dumb and wrap it), enemies to lovers, heroe!reader, breeding kink, bulge kink ¿?, not proof-read, possessive behavior, begging...
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Being a heroe wasn't easy. Neither being considered a competition for Nightwing. The Ex-Robin. The Dick Grayson.
Both being ¨super-heroes¨ with no powers brought many controversial articles between you two, not only at the Gotham-Batman times, but also now at the new Titans times.
You never thought seeing him again and his boyish smile and attitude. No wonder why he has many girls falling for him, not only as Nightwing, but also as his real identity. But this rough times between the heroes, made the destiny bringing you together again.
Both of you had mutual friends, and when Dawn invited you to meet the new Titans, and asked you for help to train them, you never thought of seeing him again, neither of both of you training teenage kids how to become high quality-trained super heroes.
¨Sorry.¨ Were the last words you heard from Dawn, when she left you with bird boy at the training room, giving you an apologetic smile.
God bless her natural charm and being the trusting friend she is because you couldn't hit her face right now with the rage you're feeling.
¨Hi!¨ A green-haired boy said to you, he had the same, maybe not as pretty, boyish smile like Grayson. ¨Hello...?¨
¨Gar.¨ He told you, not putting down the smile.
With just a nod and a not so happy smile, your eyes moved into a purple-haired girl, who just smiled at you and said her name. ¨Rachel.¨ She hit the boy next to her with her elbow, murmuring his name.
¨Jason.¨ He said, ¨Is this your girlfriend Dick? Because she's pretty good looking for a guy like you. But yeah, what she's doing here anyways?¨
Oh. Yeah. Bird boy. He's here.
¨Yeah Grayson, what’s going on?¨ Completely ignoring the fact Dick was about to answer Jason’s question with furrowed brows and you obviously knowing why you're here since Dawn explained you. ¨And no, i'm not his girlfriend.¨ You looked at Jason with a smile which changed into a fake smile when your eyes returned to Dick. ¨He wishes.¨ You said, your head turning to the side, obviously trying to make him angry. At which he only scoffed, knowing you well enough to know what you were trying. ¨Yeah number two, maybe we can just pass at me explaining you why you´re here.¨
Number two? He WISHES.
¨I know why am I here. I don´t know if your little brain remembers you made Dawn bring me here to help you train this kids.¨ You got closer to him, not breaking eye contact. ¨And number two? pfft, If you were number one, maybe you wouldn't have been replaced by new Robin here.¨
That got him exactly where you wanted him. He might seem like a strong and rough guy, but behind all that image of big boy, there’s nothing else but trauma.
You couldn’t help but notice how his jaw clenched at the small giggle Jason let when you mentioned Dick being replaced. Side-eyeing him, Jason stopped. Dick sighed trying to calm himself down.
“First. I didn’t know Dawn brought you here, she just told me about bringing the perfect person to help me train them, I was not expecting you.” You could tell he was still angry at the remark, so he wanted to correct you. “Second. I didn’t got replaced. I left Wayne by choice of mine.”
“And third. I’m not longer Robin.”
It got into a really tense vibe between you and Dick trying to kill each-other with just your eyes, everyone in silence, clearly uncomfortable at this new encounter.
“Can both of you stop eye-fucking eachother and can we finally start the training?” Jason said, trying to bring both of you back to earth.
That clearly caught both of your attention to what Jason said, clearly annoyed at the wrong remark of how both of you were looking at each-other. “We’re not “eye-fucking” each-other Jason, stop getting into other’s people conversations.” With that, Dick started grabbing everything for the training of today, moving on. Jason just raised his arms at the air, (like when they’re showing they’re not armed), with a small smirk on his face.
“Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”
That brought a hard, and big laugh to your face, how could Jason say that? This kids don’t even respect their “leader” This was going to be a funny training.
After what seemed like 1 hour of training, and getting to know the kids, you could get which were the flaws and weaknesses. Maybe you couldn’t understand quite well Rachel’s powers, but some time will do it.
You asked Gar where you could sleep the night, since it was already getting late and your most likely staying some days here, you'll also need some extra clothes at least for today.
Gar told you to stay in the spare room next's to Dick's, great, what a nice neighbor you have. He also gave you some clothes you could use tonight, tomorrow you could go back to your place and get some clothes, your skincare.... and I guess your super-hero suit.
When going out of the bathroom after a long shower (which you deserved), Dick was standing there, shirtless, all sweaty, and just with some grey sweatpants on... he looks.... nice, yeah. Obviously annoyed but when he saw you, his face turned into... panic?
He doesn't know what's happening to him right now, might be stress he needs to get relieved, yeah, sure, that's the reason he feels his pants getting tighter every-second he keeps looking at you right now.
¨Are you okay bird-boy why´re you just static over here, I know you have problems, but this a new one.¨ You looked up and down at Dick's figure, obviously checking him out, not like he needs to find out, noticing he´s quite handsome, not like you would tell him also, he's hot, and he knows it.
¨That´s... That´s my shirt¨ Was all that Dick could say, well, shit.
You knew the t-shirt had a distinct laundry soap scent which remind you of someone, and maybe a pint of perfume, but who could blame you?! Might be Gar's or Jason's!
¨And those... are my boxers.¨ double shit.
You could see he was obviously blushed and you're sure you are too, but what a coincide. It's like you could hear Rachel, Gar and Jason's laughing at the both of you.
¨Well... do want me to give them back at you?¨ You broke the tense silence, trying to take your, his, shirt-off, completely forgetting you're in front of him, you needed to find a way out of here.
¨No, no, no, stop! Leave it there, then you give it back to me.¨ He assured you, grabbing your hands and pulling them down with your, his? t-shirt. ¨And it looks better on you anyways.¨ That's all he said before speed entering to the bath-room.
¨Hey Dick!, Wait.¨ To say you couldn't feel the wetness of your pussy going out and asking for some relief, would be considered a crime. ¨What do you ne-¨ You cut him off by entering the bath-room closing the door in the process, both of your lips connecting in a perfect symphony like they were made for each-other. He left a sudden whine at the loss of the soft touch of your lips.
¨Oh.¨ Was all he could say, you don't understand what happened to you, it wasn't definitely a normal behavior between you two. ¨Oh my god. I'm so sorry Dick, I don't know what happened to me, i'm-¨ You couldn't finish the last sentence when you felt his lips in yous again. A little hesitant this time, he stops, unsure of his actions, but he lose it all. ¨Do it again.¨
That's all he needed to continue kissing you, hands caressing you neck, positioning them as a chocking posture, later going to trace your jaw as he continues kissing you.
He started giving you kisses trailing down your chin, making you moan at the specific spot that made your legs shake, he started leaving love bites between your chest, later going down on you, pulling your t-shirt upwards, getting between your breasts and marking them as his.
¨Please Dick... Please make me feel good.¨ It´s like something got into him when his hands started roaming your body like crazy, pulling your shirt off, your hand reaching his sweatpants, and later his cock, noticing he has no underwear under neat it. ¨It's like you were ready for this bird-boy, ah!-¨ Even when you try to tease him, he finds a way to tease you back even in a better way, his fingers playing with your nipple had you giddy and trembling. ¨Be a good girl if you want me to fuck you.¨
All you could do is nod and start stroking his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum which made the stroking easier, playing with the head had him as a moaning mess.
“Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” He left a whiny moan at the lose of your touch.
“Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” He man-handled you, turning you around, making you see yourself at the mirror.
“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.” He ripped apart the boxers you were wearing. ¨Don't worry, I have plenty more.¨ Fuck him and his fucking pretty smile.
With no more waiting, he positioned himself, and started thrusting into you. He fits just right, and could touch all the places you couldn't reach.
“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” Even when he's fucking your brains out, he finds a way to be that kind and nice guy he is.
“O-Okay.” Was all you could tell him, before & after some moans and whines from both of you, one specific thrust had you seeing stars.
His hand lingered down your tummy and he moaned at the bump he could feel, when he was going in and out with his thrusts. ¨Oh baby, I'm going to make you mine, fill you up.¨
He started playing with your clit, it had you crazy all the feelings of his body, his thrusts, him.
¨´You´re so good for me, all for me... 'm gonna' fill you up with my babies, 'm gonna make you a mommy, full of my cum every-day just to make sure.¨
That was all you needed to cum, with just some last thrusts he came inside you too, fulfilling his promise of keeping you full of his cum. He waited for you to calm down, before he inserted two of his fingers, recollecting the cum that was falling out your hole, inserting it inside you again, making you moan at the sudden intrusion.
He got the tub ready, and got you inside it, in front of him while he cleaned your sore body while kissing it.
¨I can't believe it took me all this years to realize how I feel about you.¨ Your heart was anxious at how your confession would be received.
¨Doesn't take an idiot to figure out. You couldn't tell I was and I am in love with you because you were too busy trying to beat all that rivalry. I was in love the moment you kicked my ass for the first time.¨
You chuckled at the confession, and laid your head on his shoulder where you could see his dumb smirk. ¨You have that stupid smirk on your face again, can't you have a serious conversation with me?, can we fight again?¨
He laughed at your comment ¨Not a possible thing for me when you look this cute all marked by me and confessing your feelings for me.¨ The small pecks he started leaving on your neck and back had you giggling.
¨I love you.¨
¨I love you too, bird-boy.¨
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forced
a/n: yes this is forced proximity trope. Yes it’s overused. And yes I do in fact love it with my heart and soul. Also this is very rushed cuz I don’t have time for all that build up 😒 and I’m not proof-reading this.
minors DNI
graves and you HATED each other. He always snapped at you, and you never planned on listening. Any time you two managed to even be in the same barrack as each other, hell broke loose, yelling and curses directed at one another being common even on mission since you were the only two commanders on base.
you never listened. It grinds his gears and made him wish he could just look into your head and see why you were so stubborn. But the closest to that he could get was being stuck with you in the training room. Alone. And locked because of some soldiers who decided to pull a prank.
of course he was utterly livid, the feeling of rage filling his mind as he sat in utter silence. Glaring at you from across the room.. yet a deep warm burn coiling around him at the thought of being along, in a room with you, with nobody else around. He could feel himself wanting to fidget or get out of here so bad, the only issue is he couldn’t find out why he was so pissed to begin with.
lost in thoughts; his mind wandered to things that could have pushed him into disliking you, your voice- your stubbornness to keep your men safe- your body under the communal showers? Now he was just being silly! His face flushed bright red when you snapped his back to reality by slipping right beside him silently
“well I think this was your fucking faul-“ he muttered before he was cut off by the feeling of your lips deeply against his, letting out a whimper at the shockingly warm feeling of you pressing him against the wall of the training room. Clearly you were just as pent up as him.
“what was that, graves? Are you gonna complain about being in a room alone with me?” You teased as you tugged down his boxers till his half hard cock sprang out. already leaking pre-cum which you tapped a finger on, making him writhe before he was quickly shut up by the feeling of one of your digits sliding into him without a single warning.
you could barely even prep him before he was begging, grinding against your fingers in search of more as his walls fluttered around your digits and soft pleas and cut off ‘ah’ sounds falling from his lips. His body basically begging for you to just slide into him, begging for anything you could give him as he felt your fingers slide out with a whine, replaced with garbled moans as he felt your girth fill him up- enough that he could swear it was in his throat.
He could barely manage to stroke himself to the thrusts you had set, uneven and without a single rhythm for him to catch up on. Managing to abuse his prostate till he was hazy with stimulation and his cock twitching in his grasp. He could feel his eyes roll up every time you bucked into him, shivers of pleasures rolling over him and accompanied by choked sobs and moans tumbling from his bruised lips. He could barely even think by the time he felt your load paint his walls white. The cold feeling of it dripping out of him just making him whine.
“looks like I win this argument, hm? Isn’t that right?” He could hear you chuckle, cleaning him up with a towel from the training room equipment. Your breath hot against his back.
“y-yeah commander.” He grumbled as he pulled up his boxers. To find the door unlocked- which meant even worse for him, that the shadows had walked in and peaked.
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Is It Over Now? | V.
summary: Alastor coming back after a seven year absence revealed what was underneath your 10 year relationship with Vox.
pairing: vox x wife!reader
includes: VERY MANIPULATIVE VOX, cursing (duh), toxic behavior, alastor not realizing he’s a home wrecker, Vel and Val being somewhat decent, (let me know if i missed any !!)
a/n: i’m on major hazbin hotel brain rot 🤷♀️
You were seething by the end of the extermination. All Vox would talk about was Alastor. It seemed like for the past six months all he could talk about was the Radio Demon. You were fine for about five months of it, but you started to realize it took a toll on you as well.
You were fine when Vox missed your wedding anniversary because he found out Alastor was back. You were fine when Vox missed your fashion week shows for Velvette. You were fine when he missed your birthday. But forgetting your past as extermination was coming up? Forgetting how you would break down every day before the extermination? You were done putting up with his actions.
“Doll, where are you going?” Vox slipped an arm around your waist, oblivious to the faces Velvette and Valentino made. “We’re celebrating here.”
“You’re celebrating.” You pulled away from him, walking up the stairs to your shared suite with Vox. “I’m leaving.”
“Wait, what?” Vox whipped his head over to you, slightly glitching. “What do you mean you’re leaving?” He asked but you were already up the stairs, causing him to use the electricity to summon himself to your shared room. “Doll, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” You push past him, grabbing your already packed suitcase. “Everything that happened in the last six months is wrong.”
He pulled you by your bicep, claws slightly digging into your skin. “Everything has been the same—“
“No, they haven’t.” You frown, trying to pull yourself out of his hold. “All you’ve been talking about is Alastor. But what about me?”
Vox scoffed, “What about you? I’m with you every fucking day!”
“You’re never with me, Vox!” Your eyes flash red, your free hand emitting red wisps. “Do you know how many anniversaries and dates you missed? Do you know how my days have been going?”
He stayed quiet but felt the rage bubbling up in him.
“You missed our wedding anniversary!” You glare at the ring on the hand holding onto you. “You missed all my shows, you missed my birthday—“
“I didn’t forget them.” He pressed his claws harder into your arm which made you wince. “You should’ve reminded me.”
“I wanted to! But you were so busy that I would just make you even more upset!” You bite your tongue. “Even Velvette and Valentino greeted me with happy anniversaries and a happy birthday. And where were you?” You practically shouted at him. “You were busy picking a fight with the demon who was the best man at our wedding!”
Vox’s eye swirled black and red, “Nothing is ever my fucking fault. You’re the one who wasn’t there for me!”
You flicked your hand which removed his hand from your arm, claws indented on your skin. “Bullshit. I was there every step of the way! I constantly have forgiven and forgiven, but you just keep hurting me!” Your pent-up stress and anger came out as your full demon form as tears welled from your eyes. “You were the one who wasn’t there for me! I cried to Velvette when I started retaining dreams of exorcists killing my family! I begged Valentino to not tell you that you missed any of our anniversaries! You haven’t cared for me since Alastor came back! I’m not playing this game anymore.”
“Where are you going?” He snapped his fingers, locking the doors and shutting the building down. No power was on, which meant everything was locked despite the missing locks. “I doubt anyone would be out during the day of the extermination.”
You paused but kept your composure as you remembered the only demons out. “Yeah, but the hotel is being rebuilt as we speak.”
Vox glitched again, “You are not going over to that shitty hotel.”
“I think I'll be fine since you keep forgetting about me anyway.” You shove him aside. “Unlock the doors, Vox.”
“Doll,” He let out a sigh, watching your every move. “I’m not unlocking the doors.”
“Why the fuck not?” You turn around, tears streaming down your face. “You’ve hurt me too many times! What am I supposed to do when you're too busy with Alastor that there’s no more time for me? Vel was the one who calmed me down this week!” You took a breath and looked up at the ceiling, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars you and Vox put up years ago. “I can’t pretend like we’re fine anymore.”
“Then don’t pretend, tell me.” He smoothed his claws on the arm he previously maimed, the silver wedding band cold against your skin. “When was the last time we fought like this? You were the one to tell me to talk things through.”
You bit your lip, wiping a tear. “I know, but it’s been a constant. Every day all you talk about is Alastor. When have we ever had time for ourselves in the past six months?”
Silence fills the room as no one dares to speak. Your quiet sniffles and Vox’s whirring are the only things keeping the room from being completely silent. Vox continued to rub the marks on your arm, trying to meet your eyes.
“Can you look at me?” He tapped your arm, earning a hum of acknowledgment. “Doll, look at me.” You shifted your gaze toward him, meeting his red eyes. He let a small smile slip, “Hi, gorgeous.”
You roll your eyes, “Yes?”
“Listen, if you want to leave…” He hesitated for a bit before snapping his fingers. “You have the choice to, but not the hotel. Just come back and let me make it up to you, I promise.”
Your eyes flickered between his eyes, the red streaks from his mouth becoming more prominent when you didn’t reply.
He took his free hand and ran a claw down your cheek, making you shiver from the contact. “You could easily take me down and leave. So why not?”
“I don’t know.” You mumble, letting him pull you into him. “I’m sorry.”
Vox grinned sinfully as one of his red eyes turned hypnotic again. He stroked your back, “It’s okay, you’re alright.” The blue chain connecting your wedding rings appeared. The same one that solidified your marriage in Hell. “How about we just stay here? We’ll relax and talk, okay?”
You nod, letting him guide you toward the bed. “I didn’t want to yell.”
“I know, you’re okay.” He set you down on his lap, stroking your cheek once more before tilting your chin up with a singular claw. “You know I love you, right?”
You let a sad smile slip through and peck the corner of his screen. “I love you too.”
Vox pulled you into him again, red streaks appearing down the side of his screen for the last time. “Good.”
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EVEN MORE ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF
ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS FROM AROUND THE INTERNET, including quotes from Tumblr, Pinterest, TikTok, and X (formerly known as Twitter), for when a muse wants to lighten up the situation at hand.
CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.
SPECIFY muse for multimuses.
“ It’s sea shanty time once again my fellow bastards of the ocean! ”
“ Partner, I reckon that I ain’t been feeling very yeehaw lately. ”
“ I don’t study; I consult the lore. ”
“ Yeah, I understand women — they all want daggers and swords. It’s all quite simple, really. ”
“ Lord forgive me but I may have to make a nonessential purchase. ”
“ Those are bold words for someone in stabbing range. ”
“ Yes I’m a gatekeeper and a hater. I’m also God’s most favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. ”
“ My primary motivations are fear, spite, and aesthetic longing. ”
“ Man — if I had a sword, I wouldn’t be worried about shit. ”
“ It’s not blood that runs through these veins but glitter gel pen ink. ”
“ If I was in a Jane Austen novel, I would be the one sent to the seaside for my health. ”
“ Half of me is a hopeless romantic, and the other half of me is … well … an asshole. ”
“ I am the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know. ”
“ I hope I give off the vibe to all animals that I am their ally and their friend. ”
“ I see you’re paying attention to someone who is not me. Why is that? ”
“ Normalize letting me talk without making any sense. ”
“ Don’t care, didn’t ask, plus my psychic visions have predicted the outcome of this encounter. ”
“ I could be so much worse. For example, I could start acting like my father. ”
“ Sorry for acting so strange and irregular; It will happen again. ”
“ i love sitting in my room.....alone....a girl in her cave....scheming and plotting and drinking tea. ”
“ These man made horrors are beyond YOUR comprehension. I get it though. ”
“ I’m a goth girl on the inside. On the outside? A father figure. ”
“ I don’t need to face reality; I’m not just that type of girl. ”
“ DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A frickle-frackle? ”
“ I’m about to cha cha real smooth off a fucking cliff. ”
“ Sorry I told you about my trauma. Do you still think I’m hot? ”
“ My priorities aren’t straight and neither am I. ”
“ I have felt permanently guilty for no reason since I was like eight years old. ”
“ Of course I have a lot of pent up rage, you fool! I’ve been the same height since I was twelve years old! ”
“ I was born for shock value. ”
“ Good morning! God has let me live another day and I’m about to make it everyone’s problem. ”
“ Oh, I slept miserably because I was tormented by terrible visions all night. I hope none of them were prophetic! ”
“ Be the surreal nonsense that you want to see in the world. ”
“ Being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot. ”
“ My hobbies include knowing things and being right. ”
“ This is good advice, but don’t tell me what to do. ”
“ I hate the idea of authority. What the fuck is someone being superior to me? Bitch I’m gonna take your kneecaps. ”
“ Stop forgiving my crimes! I worked so hard on those! ”
“ My hobbies? Uhhhh, symbolism mostly. Metaphors and implications and the like. ”
“ I may not have any braincells, but I make up for it by having many heart cells. ”
“ I can’t mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one guys! ”
“ Not all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value. ”
“ Sometimes I wish I looked more fragile and feminine like a dainty flower, but I do enjoy looking like I hate everyone. ”
“ Any dream can be a prophetic dream if you’re willing to do some really weird shit. ”
“ girl help there is not enough enrichment in my enclosure. ”
“ BRO, you NEED to stop SUMMONING DEMONS in the FRAT HOUSE. ”
“ I just gave your address to some spiders! ”
“ I disappoint my father as a hobby now. ”
“ I think that the dark circles under my eyes add to my aesthetic actually. ”
“ Good news! I’ve successfully replaced all of my emotions with jokes! ”
“ I have half a braincell left and I’m very scared to use it! ”
“ Listen, son — in this world, it’s either yeet or be yeeted. ”
“ I appreciate the advice, but I think that I’m old enough to make my own bad decisions. ”
“ I’m disappointed in me too. Y’all aren’t special. ”
“ Running from your demons is the best exercise! ”
“ Sorry; I can’t commit any crimes with you. My mom says that I have to study. ”
“ Time flies when you don’t know what the fuck is going on. ”
“ If I run out of tacos, I can no longer maintain my human form. ”
“ Bestie, I don’t think that I can girlboss under these conditions. ”
“ Yeah I’ve had combat training; I can do anxiety attacks! ”
“ Swag is earned, not learned. ”
“ Contrary to popular belief, violence solves a lot. ”
“ I CANNOT STAND YOU ALL so I will SIT DOWN. ”
“ Please God no … I don’t need any more character development right now! ”
“ If you can’t beat ‘em, yeet ‘em. ”
“ Do not put me in a situation. I’m at my limit and I am very tired. ”
“ I may be depressed, but at least I’m not basic. ”
“ It’s MY LIFE and I’ll sabotage it myself, thank you. ”
“ Think twice? Bold of you to assume that I think once. ”
“ At the next inconvenience, I will start biting people. ”
“ Oops I think that I just experienced an emotion. ”
“ Did you know that rats spelled backwards is star? ”
“ One day, I’ll be reincarnated as a pigeon, and I’ll shit on your head. ”
“ On the outside, I’m a baddie — but on the inside, I’m a saddie. ”
“ My grandma bullies me through the Ouija board. ”
“ I’m a cool person if you can just look past my personality. ”
“ Beetles don’t have to do taxes, and I think that is a beautiful way to live. ”
“ I hope that you get your character development arc soon. ”
“ Those are some nice kneecaps … It’d be a shame if someone stole them … ”
“ I’ve wanted to be a trophy wife ever since I was a little boy. ”
“ I’m done being baby; I want POWER ”
“ Wait, “Just Standing There Ominously” doesn’t count as socializing? ”
“ Yes I am smart, and yes, I am stupid. It’s called being flexible. ”
“ I am NOT delusional!!!!! I am OPTIMISTIC! ”
“ I deserve compensation for not being the menace to society that i could be, like i'm skipping out on a lot of fun here. ”
“ Do not ask me if you should or shouldn't do something !!! Before I am a friend I am an enabler !!! ”
“ i am the WORLDS PRETTYIST PINK PRINCESS and im gonna KILL YOU WITH MY HUGE FUCKING HAMMER ”
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Make-up Sex w/ Vox Pt. 1
A/N: AHH TYSM all for the love on my previous Vox post. I still can't get enough of this man . I need to rearrange his wiring system. Enjoy this angsty/smutty drabble with our TV munchkin.
Also...Small reference to THAT Margot Robbie & Di'caprio sex scene in Wolf of Wall Street.;)
NSFW BELOW
Arguments can get pretty nasty between the both of you. He’s loud, and you’ll be damned if you aren’t louder.
Although….you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get turned on by him angry and raging like that. You had a hunch he was like that too lol
Still, this recent argument, something about Alastor being ”touchy-feely” with you at a gala, ( ugh, you should let Vox just fuck him, he’s EVERYWHERE in your relationship ) made you mad. Like, really mad at him. This was certainly a first. You’ve been annoyed, teased, but never real deal pissed at the TV demon....
You’ve been aware of his insecurities, he’s a soft soul like that, but to outright insinuate you’re cheating on him?? With his nemesis of all people???? Someone slap this idiot.
You two stopped talking for the following days after the argument. A lot of side sneers, comments and eye-rolls. Certainly, a lot of pent-up energy, with nowhere to be released.
“Pass me the salt, please?” You gritt out the ‘please’, a real effort to begin peace negotiations.
He grimaces. “Like you’re gonna pass yourself around to Him?” His eyes don’t leave the newspaper.
“Fuck you,” Tears swell, your appetite is lost, and the day ruined.
So this was the game he was playing? Fine, You’ll play it alright.
You stumble back to your shared bedroom. You don’t notice him standing up, trying to apologise. He took it too far. He knew he’s been wrong, but he shares your stubborn streak. Still, he won’t loose the one anchor in his life; you.
Too late. You’re out for blood.
You’re gonna punish this man in the most delicious way possible, give him a taste of his own medicine.
You manned your battle-armour, a sultry, deep purple lingerie, covering your figure with intricate lush lace patterns. And your thighs, the same one’s he literally melted for, were donned in sheer stockings. A pretty present ready to be burst opened. You were gonna make him go haywire.
You braided your hair, wore your favourite jewellery, a necklace wit a diamond ‘V’ pendant on, a gift HE gave, and headed out to the door, ready for a ‘night out with the girls’, or so he thought.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His eyes are locked on your body, on your waist. Everywhere. Jaw dropped.
You clicked your tongue. "Friend's invited me to the club. I’ll be out late.” You made sure to sway your hips oh-so-slightly as you turned around to get your bag. “Don’t wait up for me.”
He barked a laugh. Electricity rippled around him. You smiled. This was too easy. “Wait up for you? Baby, what makes you think I’m letting you leave looking like that?” He starts coming closer.
You stand your ground. “Like what?” You bat your eyelashes; his knees almost buckle.
The hallway light dances on the curve of your waist. He teleports to you, just enough to cage you in against the wall. He claws the concrete next to your head. Blood rushes to your clit. Its ecstasy.
“Don’t fucking play with me, cute stuff.”
"You started this shit." You spit, grabbing him by his collar. His eyes flare into a neon red.
He trips on himself, almost falling on to you, and you watch his lips almost touching yours. "...You're finishing it too."
Something primal kickstarts in his wiring. HE THROWS you over his shoulder; you squeal, and teleports you both to the couch in the middle of the living room.
The leather bounces under your weight as he pushes you down. He's unbuckling his belt, taking off his clothes, muttering curses under his breathe.
"Fuck-- Aren't you just a peice of work."
" You planned this, didn't you? Slut."
"I'm gonna fuck this attitude out of you, beautiful."
You just sat there. Admiring him. Pitiying him. He wasn't ready for what you were about to say. You almost backed out, but Hell, this was too good.
As he was struggling with his buckle, you extended a leg, your high-heeled platforms already on. Your foot stops his palms on his beltline. He snarls. He looks up at you, glaring. "What are you doing."
You shake your head "I'm mad at you, Vox." With a heavy sigh, you drop the bomb. " When I'm mad, this TV demon isn't gonna touch me for a very, very long time."
His face is priceless.
It's not his fault you look so damn gorgeous in the lace, with his initial moving up and down on the curve of your chest. You're breathing hard; he's breathing harder. He needs to be in you, say sorry and be sorry in his own special way.
"And from now on, " You spread your legs farther, and you swear you can see his heart dropping in his chest. "It's nothing but short, short skirts around the house."
You curl your tongue. "Honey."
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Pt. 2 coming soon !
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imagine saying you're gonna participate in no nut november and the boys get absolutely devastated i think that'd be so funny
bonus if you avoid their advances and leave them all needy and begging for ur attention ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ heavy on shoto since he tweeted he was gonna fail it as soon as it started 😭😭 he would be inconsolable if u said u were gonna participate hes a very needy boy (*'▽'*) -🌸
nsfw, minors dni ; gn!reader
omg- i will literally kiss your brain, all these ideas tskr
i'm sorry if anything doesn't make sense, i'm falling asleep as i type this ＞▽＜
here are some headcanons lovelies, enjoy ♡
ꨄ VOX AKUMA
“alright bet.”
after 2 days, he comes to you pouting, “babe, i can’t. i’m so fucking horny.”
you smirk at him and say, “use your hand then.”
“please baby, i need you.” he whines, “besides, it’s just a silly little challenge the internet came up with, you don’t need to participate in it.”
“i like it when you beg, beg for it a little more and maybe i’ll consider it.” you giggle
vox leans in and starts kissing your neck, his hand rubbing your thigh
“come on darling. please? pretty please?”
eventually you give in and mans was so pent up, he kept you up the whole night
ꨄ MYSTA RIAS
“no way you’re actually gonna not cum for a month.”
you look at him and say, “i’m dead serious mysta. imma do it.”
“but babe...what if i get horny?”
“well, you’re just going to have to use your hand or your tenga egg.” you chuckle
a week goes by and you’re surprised mysta hasn’t come to bother you about being horny until you see him sulking on the couch
you sit beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “what’s wrong babe?”
“i haven’t felt your mouth or your hand or your hole around my dick for a week. my hand and tenga egg feels nowhere as good as you.”
you giggle and all of a sudden your breath is knocked out of you when mysta grabs your wrists and pins you down to the couch
mysta kisses you and one of his hand reaches down to rub you through your shorts
you end up letting him have his way with you
mysta would fuck you like an animal in heat because of how pent up he is
ꨄ LUCA KANESHIRO
when you tell luca you’re participating he goes, “oh okay! pog!”
but after a few days he realises it isn’t so pog after all when he sees you swaying those hips while you’re cooking in the kitchen and seeing that ass that he loves so much being shoved in his face when you’re wiping down the kitchen counters
he gets such a raging hard on and he excuses himself to go relieve himself
after you’re done with what you were doing you walk into the bedroom to see luca thrusting his hips into his hand and moaning your name
you sit on the side of the bed and luca looks at you while still jerking himself off, “babe. i- i can’t do it. i need you. i need to feel you. please.”
you rest your hand on his chest and smirk, “keep going.”
he does as you asked and you start rubbing his chest up and down, brushing against his nipples occasionally, making him jolt and his dick twitch
after edging him for a few minutes, you finally lower yourself down onto him
he would tear up from how good it feels to finally have your walls wrapped around him
it isn't long before he cums and he'd ask you if you're good to go one more round because he's so pent up
ꨄ IKE EVELAND
i feel like ike wouldn't really mind tbh so when you tell him he'd go, "oh...okay!"
in my mind, the only scenario would be that ike just feels an overwhelming amount of love for you and the both of you start making out
things heat up after the both of you make out and he would want to make love to you but he would remember that you wanna participate in nnn and he would have to reluctantly cockblock
but i think at that point you'd just say, "screw it." and just continue with what y'all were doing
ꨄ SHU YAMINO
i feel like with shu you'd have to go into this with the intention of teasing him to the point where he can't resist the urge anymore
but let's be real, shu probably wouldn't be the type to beg
if anything, you'd give up on nnn and plead him to fuck you at which he'd smirk and say, "oh? given up already?" (i'm screaming-)
ꨄ SHXTOU
he would visibly deflate when you tell him you're participating in nnn
"but babeeee..." shoto whines and you just giggle walking out of the bedroom
whenever shoto would try to turn you on, praising you and telling you all the things he would do to you if you give up on nnn
you just laugh and say, "good try my love."
he wouldn't stop trying and at this point he's desperate
he flops on the bed and goes, "i feel like i'm dying. we haven't been intimate in a week babe! a week!"
"drama queen much? it's only been a week babe." you giggle at his antics
but of course, eventually you give in and shoto literally lights up
he starts leaving kisses all over your face and down your neck, getting straight to work
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Bet you won't
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader
dedication from one Konig bestie to one Ghost bestie.💀🥰
Summary: he’s fucking mad at you, and it’s time for you to learn how to take an order
TW:gun play, dominant, DEGRADATION kink, rlly rough, in front of a MIRROR, pinv
He’s absolutely fucking furious with you. You can tell how he is shouting your name through the hall as you quickly walk away from him in the opposite direction trying to avoid him. “Sergeant L/n! Get your ass here right fucking now!” he roars. His heavy boots echoe in the empty hallway you can’t out do his long strides. Within seconds he grabs you and drags you into an interrogation room, the door clicking shut.
“Lieutenant,” you say stiffly, yanking your arm away, distancing yourself. Behind his mask his eyes flare with rage, “How could you jeopardize the team like that!” he barks, stepping to you. You're scared as his powerful body shadows over you. “I didn’t mean to, the opening was there I could’ve gotten it if you hadn’t interfered,” you spit back your own hatred growing within you. The walls of the room seem to be coming in around you, suffocating you causing an unbearable heat to crowd your skin.
“You could’ve gotten the team killed. You could’ve been killed,” this time the restraint in his voice makes you flinch, turning your head away from him. He can’t stand the thought of anyone hurting you let alone you dying. He knows that he’s compromised because of how desperately he feels for you, but it can’t be helped, he tells himself, it’s meant to be.
“I’m sorry Lieutenant,” you say, “but there was no need. I was fine, now we’ve lost the drive.” you get out frustrated at your failure.
His gloved hand takes your jaw and forces it to look at him, “look at me directly if you’re going to disrespect me, love,” his eyes are furrowed, challenging you. You gulp as he encloses you in, between him and the desk. “I should have you reassigned.”
“Do it.” You retaliate, you’re testing him as you stand between his legs looking up at him with a matching glare.
“I should show you who the fuck is in charge here Sergeant,” he nears. His grip lowers to your throat, “Show you just how much you need to learn to take an order.” heat rushes to your core as he says quietly, almost as if he’s weighing how much he should make you.
“Bet you won't,” you say pettily, jutting out your jaw rebelliously. “Wouldn’t want me to do something I shouldn’t,” his eyes flick to your lips as you talk. Not a single thought goes through his head besides how you look below him. “We wouldn’t want me to be reckless now do we?” you lean up, lips so dangerously close.
He takes a second assessing the situation before he growls out, “I need yes sir from you.” he closes the gap between you, sparks and heat shoot through your nerves as he kisses you. He eats your sigh like a famished man. He uses his legs to open yours wider so that your bodies are flushed together. In the kiss, the way he tugs at your hair, how he steals your soul just by kissing you, you can feel the pent-up anger and frustration letting loose. Breaking apart he says, “I am bloody fuckin’ furious with you Love,” he yanks your head back, breathing out into your mouth “I am going to make you never disobey me again, you hear me?”
Playfully you bite his bottom lip, your fingers hooking his belt loops to pull him closer. “Only if you ask nicely,” you smile against his mouth. He lets out a harsh laugh. Before you know it your cheek is pressed down, “I thought you Brits are meant to be polite,” you groan as you feel the cold barrel press into the back of your head.
“Trust me, I’m going to be anything but,” he leans over you. And you can feel his dick through his pants forcing you to wiggle your ass against him. “Especially when you’re being such a brat,” his large hands grip your hips, grinding into you. He starts to snake his hand to the front of you, his fingers going in, under your panties to feel the wetness between your folds. You melt into the metal table. “Wet just for me,” he smirks. You look into the one-way window's reflection. He goes on tutoring you as he takes you to your climax, you moan out seeing your eyes flutter, arching and grinding your ass further. “Let's see how you take my dick,” he yanks your pants down, palming your ass roughly. He uses his feet to widen your stance, groaning in approval. You hear the zipper then with no warning, he slams into you with pure unadulterated hatred. You roll your eyes, as you lurch forward on the table. He fists your hair, gun to your head as he lifts your face up, “Look at yourself. Getting fuckin railed and punished for being a brat,” he huffs out as his thrusting fastens even more.
You glance up to see yourself in the mirror, his large frame dominating yours as you lay flat on the table. “What a beautiful fucking mess,” he moans as you gasp for air under him. He slaps your ass, then instantly soothes it with a rough massage. He is losing all his control as he fucks into you. He places the gun next to your head so that he can push your head onto the table to steady himself. You nearly cry from pain as he stretches you, not caring that it hurts you. In that moment he did not care, he wanted to show you that you are his, and that he can take you whenever, that you deserve this. “God love this cunt is bloody tight,” you forget about everything- letting yourself be at one with how his body feels, the electricity coursing through your blood fueling your newfound need to be held by Ghost- you shake uncontrollably as your knees give out and, your sight darkens, as the strongest climax crashes into you.
“Oh my, oh fuck Simon!” You let out, crumbling in his arms as he lifts you up to finish himself. “I said it’s Lieutenant or yes sir for you,” he pumps in and out with each word, each one harder than the last. You can feel him as he comes inside, the throbbing of his dick, and how it twitches as he pulls it out. You slump onto the table deflated by the arduous effort, trying to recover from that. You sigh out, “yes sir,” as he wipes your hair out of your face.
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Saudade
— Paring; Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley x male reader. Fandom; Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II
Saudade: (n.) a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia; longing to be near something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”.
Quote; “Fuck you, Simon.”
Disclaimer; middle of a war, angst, sad, guns, violence, descriptions of war, childhood friends, childhood trauma, kind of PTSD, blood, fighting, fear, stabbing, no use of Y/N, conflict, arguing.
Word Count: 0.9k.
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A/N: I read the very first lines of this @charliemwrites fic and this came to my mind. I haven’t read the rest yet, but inspo from them. Also, please send in requests. I’m desperate for ideas.
The sound of gunfire wasn’t foreign. Not to Simon. However, even with ear coverage, the headache couldn’t be stopped. The adrenaline of the bloodshed kept his mind off the pain. It was moments like these where his mind was empty and only set on surviving and carrying out the mission.
Simon’s back hit the wall as he took a brief breather before he busted into the room, firing at the first man he saw in a Shadow uniform. His gun was aimed at the wrong person at the wrong time because he was quickly met with a hit, sending him to the ground with a groan of pain. He tried to shoot whoever the perpetrator was, but the enemy pried the rifle from his hands and pinned him to the ground, holding their own gun to his head. All Simon could see were the soldier’s eyes, but even those let off more emotion than would be ideal in a situation like this. Simon struggled, but his struggle did him no good against the body weight of the enemy atop him.
The soldier didn’t shoot, though. That’s why Simon was trying to act fast, as he managed to get his hand out from under the enemy, and he grabbed the knife on his leg and lodged it into the man’s thigh. Instinctively, the stranger yelled out and slammed the handgun down against the lieutenant's head. The mask cracked and Simon cringed in pain.
“You fuckin’ piece of shit!” The soldier yelled, and he angrily ripped the mask from the other man’s face. He tore everything off Simon's face, destroying his comm and headset, ripping the balaclava, and using the broken mask to stab him in the shoulder. Simon fought him, tossing his head around to stop him and even grabbing him by the face to make him let go. The soldier pointed the gun back at Simon’s bare forehead. He held Simon’s wrist tightly, stabbing the other piece of his mask into his palm, making Simon let go.
As the enemy’s rage calmed and his breathing steadied, his hand wavered. His eyes widened ever so slightly before sharpening again. “What are you doing here?” His tone was harsh, as if he were talking to a private. Simon took it as a demand in order to win rather than the man’s curiosity.
“You’re a dumb fuck if you think you can get information out of me in the middle of a warzone,” Simon spat out through gritted teeth.
The soldier paused before they lowered their balaclava. Simon’s eyes widened in fear as all the unwanted memories rushed back to him like a tsunami. His breath became labored. Everything he wanted to forget was on top of him, pointing a pistol at his head. He started thrashing more. “Get off of me! Get the hell off of me, you dickhead!” He shouted angrily.
“Stop it,” he says calmly. However, all gentleness was gone when Simon continued to fight. “I said stop!” He punched Simon with his full strength. He grabbed Simon’s face harshly, making him look at him. “You can run. Forget everything bad. But I’ll be damned if you try to forget me, you cowardly bitch. I fought for you. I’m the only reason you lived through your pathetic childhood and you abandoned me. You left me with everything I fought with you through. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you! I could’ve had a happy childhood, but I was too busy fending for your bitch ass.” All that pent-up aggression was being spewed through a tight jaw and angry eyes.
Simon was desperate to get away. He looked like a little boy again, trying to get away from whatever his father brought home. “I had to! You don’t get it!” Another hit from the gun shut Simon up. The lieutenant knew exactly what he had done was wrong, and he knew that the man in front of him had every right to be angry. Even though Simon was the reason his youth was corrupted, they never split. He was like a brother to him. One who helped him through all, yet Simon left him with everything the other protected him from.
The soldier got back to his feet and pulled his mask back up. He turned around and was ready to walk away from his opponent, unable to pull the trigger, even though he was overwhelmed with a burning hatred for Simon. Angry at him for putting him through his fucked-up family even though they weren’t related. He still had the urge to protect him.
“Fuck you, Simon. I hope it all comes back to you at night. I hope it keeps you up.” He grumbled as he limped out of the room, leaving Simon there on the floor.
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We all know that Eddie's dad was a colossal dickhead to Eddie, so when his dad turns up again Eddie has a freeze response, completely shuts down, when his dad starts to hassle you, all hell breaks loose and Eddie unleashes many years of pent up resentment and anger onto his dad. His dad can mess with Eddie, but no one messes with Eddie's princess
all my homies hate eddie's birth father, thanks for requesting!
tw for violence (not very graphic), eddie's dad is gross, fem!reader, 1.1k
edit: 2 days up and it’s my first piece of writing to hit 1k notes i’m not saying i’m gonna cry but i’m gonna cry
The emptiness behind his eyes scares you. He’s normally so vibrant - even when it’s a negative emotion it’s always there, clear on his face and bright in his eyes. This complete shutdown is as new to you as it is disconcerting.
It’s instinct that drives you forward to Eddie’s side, one hand reaching out to hold his as the other wraps around his elbow. You don’t even spare a glance at the older Munson, your worried gaze laser focused on Eddie.
The leery “well, hello there, sweetheart,” barely even registers with you, but based on the way Eddie’s hand twitches in yours, he heard it all too loud and clear.
“Now, son, you didn’t tell me you had such a pretty little thing tucked back here with you or I might’ve visited a little sooner.”
This time you shoot a disgusted look over your shoulder at the older man. It’s wasted, though, as you see his gaze is well and truly fixed where your skirt stops midway down your thighs.
Gross.
But, honestly, you’re more mad at the way he’d casually referred to Eddie as ‘son’, as if he had any right.
You turn back to Eddie and find yourself half relieved and half worried at what you can now see on his face.
Anger is burning bright in his normally kind eyes as he watches his father leer at your legs. You’re glad to see the blank look has disappeared, but flashes of Eddie throwing punches at the men who get a little too handsy walking past you in bars run through your mind.
It didn’t happen often, but when it did it was always in defence of you, and you can’t imagine how much worse it could be with the rage he feels towards his father behind it.
The impressed-sounding “fuuucking hell, boy,” is the final straw.
One second Eddie’s in front of you and the next he’s gone, brushing past you to sucker punch his own father. The first hit just seems to surprise him, but before he can react there’s second contact and he goes down.
That’s usually where it ends when he’s defending you from a creep. It’s not where it ends tonight.
Eddie follows him down, grasping the older man’s shirt to lift him a little only to throw him violently back to the ground a moment later. He gets in at least four more punches before your frozen body finally reacts.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you rush towards the men on the floor, managing to get a hand on the front of Eddie’s shoulder to manoeuvre him backwards as you squash your way in between them. “That’s enough, Eddie. He’s not worth it.”
It takes a second, but his eyes slide to you and almost immediately his tense shoulders slump.
Eddie stands and you follow closely behind, reaching to place your hands on his chest gently, half to keep him back and half to steady him.
He’s looking past you to the man groaning expletives on the floor.
“You don’t even fucking look at her, asshole.” He spits at his father, one hand pulling you closer into him.
“Come on,” you say, blatantly ignoring the grumbled complaints of the man who seems to have given in and flopped straight onto his back. You take Eddie by his elbows and gently lead him over to the sofa. “I’ll call Hop.”
Another delayed reaction takes place, Eddie’s eyes snapping up to you just a moment too late.
“What?” His gaze flickers back over your shoulder as he seems to realise what he’s just done. “Fuck. This doesn’t look good.”
Your hands cup his cheeks as you gently encourage him to look at you, trying your best to make him see confidence and reassurance in your gaze.
“It’s self-defence. Strange man broke in, made unwanted advances on your girl...” You gently knock your nose against his once in a gesture of affection, smiling a little. “You got yourself a witness. Promise.”
His smile is small but full of relief.
After a rushed call to Hopper you pull out a few objects from the freezer. You’d invested in an ice pack after the second time Eddie had punched someone for you, so you grab that for him, but you also pull out a frozen dinner for one and throw it carelessly at the man still hunched on the floor.
He’s not as dazed as he once was, but hasn’t made an attempt to stand yet. The meal thwacks against his stomach and he lets out a loud huff of air at the impact before picking it up to press against his head, wisely keeping his mouth shut.
It’s not until after the cops have carted him away, Hop familiar enough with Eddie and his father that he barely even questions your version of events, that you finally get a minute to look Eddie over properly, gently looping your hands around his wrists to pull them closer to you.
His thoughts have apparently headed in a similar direction because you’ve only made one sweeping glance over his bruised, less swollen (thank you, ice pack) hands when he speaks softly.
“Are you okay, princess?”
Your eyes flicker up to where his are already looking at you.
“Am I oka– Are you kidding?” You sound baffled as your brows twitch into a frown. Eddie wants to brush the lines away with his thumb but your hands are still circling his wrists. “Are you okay?”
The obvious concern in your voice is reflected in your eyes and that’s what makes him snap. He feels his eyes mist up and, though you’ve seen him cry before, he hides his face in your neck, forehead pressed against the junction where your throat meets your collarbone.
Your hands don’t hesitate to come up and cup the back of his head, fingers sinking gently into his curls as you hum quietly.
“Hey,” you murmur comfortingly, one hand slipping down to rub the back of his neck softly. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” A moment passes before you speak again. “He’s gone and I’m here. It’s gonna be okay, sweet boy.”
You’ve just watched him beat the shit out of his own father and you’re still calling him things like sweet boy. Still holding him reverently. Still soothing the cracked pieces of his heart.
“I love you,” he mumbles against your throat, knowing the words pale in comparison to what he’s trying to express.
Thank you doesn’t fit either, but he’s too drained to try and uncover the right words for his complex emotions.
You twist your head a little, your cheek pressing gently against his temple as you feel the damp drop of tears on your shoulder.
“I love you too, baby. Always.”
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This is the same Anon who requested Lucifer’s Ex! Reader and I loved it <3 <3 and I’m really glad your interested in the angst fic 😭😭
One thing I disliked (?) about the finale, is that the Angel’s just LEAVE Adam’s body in hell. Like, no attempt to get it back up there, just “we’re gone, peace out 🫥✌️” So what if Reader, after being informed by Sera or Lute about Adam’s death, he quickly rushes down into hell to get his body (or honestly he just doesn’t believe that he’s dead yet)
When he gets there, he finds Adam and just breaks down. (imagine Reader putting his hand on Adam’s cheek and wiping away the blood, just like how Adam did with Reader’s tears all the way back in Eden 🥲) I’m also assuming this is literally as they’re rebuilding the hotel. So randomly they just see a portal open in the sky and assume its like reinforcements, only to see a single Angel come down and start crying over Adam. Everyone is just confused cause no one knows who the Reader is except Lucifer. (And probably Vaggie or Charlie -depending on how much she knows about her dads past-)
I’m not sure how I’d want it to end, but I thought maybe Lucifer tried to comfort Reader (not sure about that or if Reader just sees him, your choice), only for him to blow up at Lucifer and just unleash all his pent up anger and sadness at him. About how he just keeps ruining his life and how he thought he could finally be happy with Adam. (Just really getting into the nitty-gritty of it all) And after he’s done he just takes a deep breath, silently walks back to Adam, picks him up, and flies home. Leaving a completely silent Lucifer behind him.
Seriously, I loved Part. 1 so much! Even if it was short, I found it to be just enough for the overall theme of it!! Hope you have a great rest of your day <3<3
First: I'm glad you liked the first part despite it being short <3 Second: nah because that bothered me too, like why didn't Lute carry his ass back to heaven?? Excuse me? She took his halo, might as well lift this gigantic fuckhead up and fly him back to the pearly gates.
Part 1
You're dead to me, stop saying my name like beetlejuice
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language, hurt/no comfort, major character death
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
You stared at Sera in disbelief, it couldn’t be true, she must be lying, there was simply no way for her words to be true. “No,” you mumbled to yourself as you turned your head to seek confirmation in the assumption that Sera was lying. But the white haired woman stared at the tiled floor in silence, she didn’t even dare to meet your eyes once. “You are joking,” this time you spoke up louder, clearer, stronger, convinced that the people in this room were all lying to you and that Adam would bust those office doors open any moment to greet you with the most horrible pick-up line heaven had ever heard. But the doors stayed closed and Sera lowered her head, “I’m afraid that is not the case.”
You fully turned towards Lute as your voice started to fill with the anger you were feeling, the hatred towards her and the other exorcists was audible, “So you just left him there?” Sera slowly walked up to you, her hand came down onto your shoulder in a sad attempt to try and calm you down, you tore your body away from her touch in an instant, taking one step closer towards Lute. The lieutenant remained silent though, not a single noise left her throat and you wondered if she was even breathing. She also continued to stare at the floor and for a moment you thought that something that came close to regret reflected in her eyes, but it was gone too quickly so you weren’t sure. “Answer me,” you growled as you towered over the exorcist. Sera had backed off, she had noticed that there was no use in trying to calm you down, that her attempts would only feed into your rage. “Yes, Sir,” her voice was quiet, submissive even. It was so unlike Lute to submit this easily, in all the years you’ve known her she had never done something similar, she had always had a cocky comment waiting on the tip of her tongue, just like Adam.
That was enough though, you turned around, your back was facing the lieutenant, and snapped your fingers to make one of the oh so familiar golden portals appear. They had always tasted bittersweet, even before the exterminations. Hell was no place for angels to visit, no matter the reason. Heaven was made for your kind, hell was to keep the sinners burning, why in God’s mighty name would an angel leave heaven on its free will to pay hell a visit? Well, in your case the answer was love. Sera watched as the portal opened, it revealed a view down onto Charlie’s infamous hotel. There was golden blood everywhere and in the distance you saw the golden wings of your lover. They had truly left him there, probably wounded and helpless, unable to make it back home on his own. “Y/N you should not-” you tuned Sera’s words out, nothing that she could say would stop you.
You spread your wings and flew through the portal, heading straight downwards to where you had seen Adam’s wings gleaming.
Lucifer’s eyes widened as yet another portal opened, would they send another army? Was the battle about to continue? But then his eyes landed on you and he knew that danger would not follow a creature as peaceful as you - you would not lead an army in Adam’s name. Though you didn’t believe in Charlie’s idea of rehabilitation, you also disliked the exterminations. Lucifer had always seen you as a neutral-good in-between. But why were you paying them a visit, you had ever set foot in hell before after all. “Dad?” Charlie asked as she came up next to him, her eyes just as focused on you as his were. And while his daughter’s eyes were filled with confusion, his own held love.
You were quick to land next to Adam’s body, he was not moving, didn’t even look up to see who was there, who was trying to save him. The ground felt hard underneath your knees as they hit it forcefully due to your legs giving out but you could not bring yourself to mind, not when Adam was not moving and not breathing either. His body was laying in a puddle of his own golden blood, your hands grabbed him firmly, pulling him close to you so that his head was resting in your lap as you gently pushed the sweaty hair out of his face. Your thumb wiped the blood from his cheek and despite your senses telling you that he was gone for good, you hoped he would open his beautiful golden eyes and look up at you, maybe make a cocky comment. But that didn’t happen. It didn’t happen immediately, it didn’t happen ten minutes later. You felt his body growing cold and wrapped your wings around the both of you in order to keep it warm - there was surely no point in doing so though. Adam was gone and he would not return. Tears fell from your eyes onto his soft skin, you no longer found yourself able to hold them back, not when the one you love was gone without any way for him to return.
“Y/N,” a familiar voice spoke from behind you and your body flinched at just the sound of it - Lucifer. Of course he would play a part in this, he always played some sort of part whenever you lost something. Out of reflex you pulled Adam’s corpse closer to your body, his face was now resting against your chest, the blood of his seeped into the fabric of your once pure robe, it stained the white feathers that covered your wings and it stuck to your skin, none of these things you cared about. His blood on you was the only thing you had left of him. “I’m sorry, I-” you interrupted the devil without bothering to look at him, he was not worthy of being the center of your attention, not after what he had done, what he had taken from you. “Leave,” you simply said, the pain was not hidden, it reflected in your voice, in your tears and in the way your body clung to Adam’s. But like always Lucifer didn’t listen, he stepped closer, you felt it in every inch of your bones. When he dared to rest his hand on your shoulder, you tore away from his grip just as you had from Sera’s touch earlier. “I said leave, don’t make things worse,” that earned you the attention of Charlie, Lucifer's little duckling, “What does he mean, dad?” You heard how the devil sighed deeply - so he had not told her about you, why should he, you two had just been a thing for only God knew how long before Lilith had been created. Nothing important, a nice experience, that’s what you were to Lucifer. To Adam on the other hand you had been everything and he had been everything to you as well.
A kiss was pressed to Adam’s forehead before you gently put his body back on the ground and got up to face the king of hell and the man involved in Adam’s death. “Oh has daddy never told you about his ex boyfriend?” your voice sounded sweet yet broken, you wanted Lucifer to go through the same kind of pain that you were going through. The pain he had once again caused. Charlie frowned at you, turned her head to look at Vaggie who had just joined the group. “Y/N?” she asked, sounding quite surprised. That surprise left her eyes when she spotted Adam’s blood on you though, her facial expression turned sour and she added, “He got what he deserves.” The short, blonde man seemed to disagree with the former exorcist, yet he did not voice his disagreement. Coward. Instead he once again tried to offer you comfort as he opened his arms, inviting you in for a hug. Looking the devil up and down you huffed angrily, how dare he?
“You have some nerves, Lucifer,” you started, hatred was dripping from your voice as you rounded the fallen angel, you kept one eye on Adam though, making sure that none of the filth down here dared to touch the first man. “First, you tore my heart apart, left me to bleed dry just to get it going with the woman that Father had made for Adam,” you pointed to the brunette in anger, that day Lucifer had not only hurt you, no even worse, he had also turned both of the women created for the first man against the one they had been made for. He had hurt Adam and in your book that was way worse than what he had done to you. “And now that I had everything I ever desired, a loving and caring partner that I was planning my future with, you had to show up and ruin my life once more,” despite his former rank, Lucifer was shorter than you and therefore allowed you to tower over him as the volume of your voice only rose, “Every time you show up you ruin something, you’re no good, a failure and you deserve to burn in hells everlasting fire, I hope the flames eat your heart just like they devoured mine.” You watched as the devil lowered his head, making himself appear even smaller than he already was. “You ruined everything good, you had done so ever since the start of creation, I hope Father punishes you for your behavior,” you raised your wings in order to make yourself appear taller as Vaggie and Charlie rushed to Lucifer’s side. You were done here, you had said everything you had wanted to say.
You walked back to where Adam’s corpse grew colder and colder, effortlessly lifted the first man up. Suspicion clouded your mind for a moment when you weren’t able to spot Adam’s fallen halo on the dirty ground, had Lute taken it? A question that you would ask her later. You firmly held the dead angel as you pushed yourself off the ground and headed back to the golden portal that was waiting for you to return home. But there was no home for you anymore, the person you had called home was dead in your arms, killed by the devil and his sinners. They had taken everything from you and you swore that you would return this favor one day.
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