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hgfictionwriter · 18 hours

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Unwind

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie’s been under so much stress lately. You help her unwind.

Warning: Smut. Strap, oral, language.

A/N: Jessie taking strap request. I’ve been writing softdom!Jessie for so long, it was a shift writing bottom!Jessie lol. Based on this.

Jessie sank into the couch with a heavy sigh and rubbed her face tiredly.

“Long day?” You asked as you settled in next to her, brushing her hair out of her face before rubbing the back of her neck.

“Mm.” Jessie’s eyes closed and she leaned into your touch. “Yeah. Lots of analysis and just so much to prep to do before we head to Europe. Defending gold, first Olympics without Sinc. It’s just a lot of pressure.”

“The team’s in good hands with you,” you assured her. “You know everyone will give it their all. You’re taking this time to prepare, train, you’re all doing as much as you can.”

You knew Jessie would never feel like it’s good enough, like she was doing enough, but she forced herself to give you a nod of acceptance.

“Thanks babe.”

“Anytime, baby,” you told her as you leaned in and started massaging the taut muscles of her upper back. She groaned and sunk into her touch. “My poor baby,” you cooed as you kissed her temple. “You have so much pressure on you. Club. The national team and everything in between. There’s so much going on in your mind all the time.”

Jessie exhaled tiredly, eyes still closed.

“I’m okay,” she assured you as she opened her eyes to look at you and crack a smile. “I have strategies and plans and I just need to stick to them and bring the team along.”

“You know,” you spoke slowly as your gaze fell to her neck. You laid a soft kiss on her jaw then dipped further down with a feather light kiss to her neck. You felt her shiver at the contact. “You don’t have to be so in control all the time.” You smirked at how you felt her breath catch in her throat. “It’s good to let go sometimes.”

Jessie let out a slow, shaky breath and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she gave you a sidelong glance. “Is that so? Easier said than done.”

You snuck a hand under her shirt and exhaled against the sensitive skin of her neck.

“I know it’s hard, baby. But I can help.”

You languidly dragged the tip of your tongue from the base of her neck to her ear. She tensed up at your touch, one hand balling into a fist on the sofa and the other digging into your thigh. You gently pulled her earlobe between your lips, giving it a soft flick.

“You’re always taking care of everyone else. You have so many responsibilities all the time. But tonight, you don’t have to think. I’ll take care of you.”

“Babe.” Jessie tone was partially complaining, but by the subtle shift and rotation of her hips off the couch, you knew this was working. You placed a finger to her lips to silence her.

“Tonight, you’re not Jessie the captain. You’re just Jessie, my gorgeous girlfriend, my lover, and I’m going to take care of you.” You moved your hand to her chest and leaned in, kissing her deeply. “I’m going to make you feel so good your worries will be a million miles away.”

When you broke the kiss, she gave a breathy laugh, a crooked smile on her face as her hand rest on your waist.

“What’d I do to deserve you?” She asked with that grin.

You gave her a wink and stood up from the couch, offering her your hand. She took it with a smile and let you lead her to the bedroom. You turned and grabbed her by the shirt, pulling her into a heated kiss as one hand cupped the side of her face and the other snuck up the back of her shirt and your fingers trailed down her spine. She broke your kiss with an airy gasp. You took this as an opportunity to lift her shirt over her head. Her bra was quick to follow.

You tossed the garments on the floor and caught the way Jessie eyed them. She hated clothes laying on the floor or any kind of mess in general. You reached up with a soft hand, your fingers delicately grasping her chin and turning her face towards you.

“Eyes on me.”

She smirked and leaned in to kiss you once more. As her lips fell upon yours you grabbed her by the waist and swung the both of you around before you pushed her down onto the bed. She collapsed into the duvet and propped herself up onto her elbows as she watched you with a wicked grin.

You gave her another wink and took off your top, tossing it to her. Her grin grew into a bright smile as she caught it.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” she said before you climbed onto the bed and pushed her down onto the mattress, which she readily allowed.

You kissed her deeply, hand resting at the base of her neck and her hands immediately came up to grip your waist. Your tongue grazed her lips and she parted them to invite you in.

As you continued to kiss, you nudged her legs apart and nestled your leg between hers, the top of your knee resting against her core. You gave a subtle flex of your leg, causing Jessie to let out the quietest moan into your kiss. You bit her lower lip and a louder moan escaped her.

You started slowly grinding your knee against her through her pants. Jessie breathed soft moans into your mouth as her hips rocked against you in search of greater friction. You teased her a while longer before reaching a hand down and massaging her over the fabric.

“Mmm, baby, I can feel how hot you are.” Jessie dug her head back into the covers and you smiled into the kiss. “Can’t wait to feel how wet you are.”

You sat back on the edge of the bed, Jessie’s eyes now open and blinking as she watched you inquisitively. You nodded to the pillows at the head of the bed.

“I want you up there. And these,” you gave a single tug at the waistband of her pants, “off. All of it.”

Jessie’s curious look morphed into an impish grin and she wordlessly removed the rest of her clothes and moved up to the top of the bed. You gave her a smirk as you crawled up towards her. You pushed her legs apart, and she bit her lip as you did so. You could see her arousal glistening in the dim light of the room and you looked up at her with hooded eyes as you dug your fingers into the shapely muscles of her thighs.

You moved your way up her body, trailing soft, fleeting kisses from her hips up to her mouth. Her breath was heavy with anticipation and her dark eyes followed your every move.

As you kissed her, your tongue starting to explore hers, you reach down with a hand and grazed the skin of her inner thigh with your fingers. She squirmed under your teasing touch and you had to hold back a pleased smile.

Small, barely audible whimpers crept up Jessie’s throat and you leaned down to kiss her neck, pulling a light gasp out of her.

“Patience, baby,” you told her.

She grunted, half wanting, half complaining.

“I want you,” she confessed as her fingers dug into the back of your arms.

“I know, love. I want you, too,” you said as you returned to her lips and gave her a long kiss.

It wasn’t often that you were the one in control, so you wanted to savour this switch. Not only for you, but to really let Jessie relinquish her need to please others and be in control. This was about her pleasure.

You started trailing kisses back down her body, taking your time as you relished her taut muscles.

You kissed along her hips, down on one side and then the next. Each time, her hips lifted off the bed, pleading you for more but you kept her waiting.

Your kisses then lined the inside of her thighs, slow and languid until you kissed the lips of her core, your tongue slipping out to get a taste of her dripping arousal. A tight moan immediately filled the room as her hips jerked off the bed to meet your mouth.

“You taste so good, baby,” you said as you dipped your tongue inside of her and trailed upwards to kiss her clit. She moaned softly and you spied how fingers dug into the fabric of the duvet.

You traced your tongue up and down between her folds, pulling them into a kiss and suckling them teasingly now and then before flicking her clit.

Her thighs flexed around your head and you began sucking on her clit while lapping at it, pulling a low moan out of her. Her hips ground against your mouth and you followed her movements whenever she lifted off the mattress.

You shifted higher up on the bed so you could delve into her more fully, and you grinned at how she spread her legs wider to make more room for you and invite you in.

Your head rolled from side to side as you continued to taste her and with every moan of hers that filled the room, your grip on her firm legs tightened.

Her hips started gyrating up and down into your face faster, her whimpers rose in pitch and her thighs now started to flex tightly around your head. You remained steady, knowing she was close.

Soon, you heard a strangled gasp come from up the bed and her legs locked around your head, hips raised and her fingers dug deeply into the covers. You smiled as you continued to lap up the juices flowed from her as you helped her ride out her orgasm.

Her hips jerked into your face a couple more times before her whole body fell lax and she sunk back into the bed. You waited a couple of seconds before sitting back on your heels and wiping your face.

Jessie looked up at you with hooded eyes, her cheeks red, and she gave you a shy smile before averting her gaze.

“You’re amazing,” you told her as you crawled up her body and kissed her chest and then up her jaw. She wrapped her arms around you and kissed the side of your head.

“That was so good,” she told you. “I needed that, thank you.”

“Oh I’m not done yet,” you said as you ground your hips into her and suckled on her earlobe, causing her to subtly writhe beneath you, her fingers digging into your back. “Wait right here.”

You went to the nightstand and retrieved the strap. Just seeing it made the arousal between your legs even stronger as your body was brought back to the countless times Jessie dicked you down so good with it. It wasn’t that often she was on the receiving end, but tonight you were going to make her feel as good as she made you feel. She didn’t need to be in control tonight, you had it covered.

When ready, you returned to the bed to see Jessie watching you wordlessly as she bit her lower lip.

“You ready for me, baby?” You asked as you climbed up, stroking lube onto the strap though you knew she was still dripping wet.

“God, yes,” she said, her voice hoarse as she watched you jerk the strap up and down in preparation. “I want you inside of me.”

“Mmm, you know just how to get me going,” you said with an appreciative smile, your eyes fixed on Jessie. “On your knees, baby.” Though affectionate, there was no denying the command in your voice as you pointed to the space in front of you.

Despite how quiet or nice Jessie appeared to people, she didn't like people telling her what to do. Unless it was you. Even when Jessie was on top, it was in service of you.

She didn’t hesitate. She sat up and leaned forward to give you a kiss. She went to move, but you brought a hand up to the back of her neck, holding her in place to give her another, deeper kiss before releasing her. She smirked at you as she flipped over onto her hands and knees in front of you.

“Like this?” She asked as she glanced over her shoulder at you. She knew what she was doing to you. You shook your head in wonderment at the vision before you.

“Mm. Just like that, babe. You look so fucking gorgeous,” you praised as you leaned forward and ran your hands along her well defined back until you reached her firm ass, giving an appreciative squeeze.

You grabbed the strap and rubbed it through her slick folds a few times before settling it at her entrance. You rubbed her ass as you slowly moved forward and slipped inside. You both moaned.

You sunk in to the hilt and Jessie braced herself on the mattress, arms folded in front of her as she rested her head down in pleasure. You chewed your lip as you took in her honed physique.

Drawing your hips back, you pulled out to the tip, eliciting another small moan from her before you steadily drove back in. You did this a few times, your pace slowly increasing with each thrust.

Soon, you shifted your hands forward and gripped her waist as you began to pump in and out of her, using this angle to your advantage and making sure to hit her sweet spot with each thrust. The way Jessie’s body shuddered just so with every thrust confirmed it for you.

The sounds of your hips slapping against her filled the room, accompanied by her low groans and whimpers. The way her back arched as you fucked her, riled you right up.

Her forehead was still buried in the mattress and she reached out, gripping the covers tightly in her fists. You knew she was getting close.

You stopped. Within a moment a disappointed and wanting moan came from her and you pulled out completely. Before she could question you, you gently guided her onto her back.

“Come on, babe,” you instructed as you lined up at her entrance again and kissed her tenderly. “I want to you to finish in my arms, my lips on yours.”

She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and you pushed your hips down into her. She broke the kiss momentarily as her mouth fell slack at the sensation of being filled once more.

You picked up where you left off and soon you were driving into her with deep, angled thrusts that pulled renewed moans from her throat as her legs wrapped around your waist and her fingers dug into your skin.

“I love you so much,” you panted as your rocked above her.

Her response was preceded by a moan. “I love you, too.” She rolled her hips up to meet each stroke. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” you promised as you kept your pace steady. Sweat was beading on your forehead, but you wouldn’t let her down.

It was only moments later that a strangled cry came from Jessie’s throat and she tightened around you like a vice. It was challenging to keep your pace as she did so, but you held on. You adored the way she breathed and whimpered into your ear as she clung on.

As her grip on you relaxed, your hips slowed until you pushed in one final time. You rest inside of her, collapsing on her, your sweaty bodies intertwined as you both fought to regain your breath.

“Jess, you are so incredible. I love you so much,” you said in adoration as you kissed her shoulder. She panted a while longer, her fingers mindlessly running through your hair before she gave a slow nod.

“I love you, too,” she said breathlessly, eyes still closed.

“You’re my favourite person,” you told her with another kiss.

She chuckled and gave you a tight squeeze. “You’re mine. You always know exactly what I need.”

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honeipie · 2 days

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THE WIFE

izuku midoryia x reader

synopsis: you’ve been asked to do an interview after your husbands cute little story blew up. now it’s your turn to express your love for him

authors note: to the anon who did the ask i am SO SORRY. i posted it by accident then fucking deleted it in a panic.. don’t worry though i got the gist of it! for the people who don't know it was getting the reader's POV of how they fell in love with izuku as well. also sorry if i went a little off track. i js wanted to give reader a lil opinion and personality ☺️

you can find part one here

this was out of your comfort zone.

you sat in a plush chair across from a woman who was currently fiddling with the microphones. your husband izuku had done an interview with a popular podcast about a month ago. it wasn’t only popular because he was the number one hero. there was a charm to the episode that others couldn’t fake. the way he talked about you as if you showed him colors for the first time. everyone loved it.

now people really wanted to get into the lives of the midoryia’s, which included you. about a week ago you had gotten an offer to be on another podcast. you made sure to check out some of her work before you leaped into it.

the host's name was aiya, and she was absolutely amazing. not only were you laughing with the one episode you did listen to, but so did izuku since he was kind enough to watch with you.

"are you ready mrs. midoryia?" aiya asked going to put on the headphones. taking your own set of headphones, you placed them on as well.

"i am! plus you can just call me y/n. i really don't mind"

"thanks for letting me know," she clicked a button on her computer which started the camera up "hello everyone! it's aiya here! on this special episode we have the wonderful, and very lovely y/n midoryia in the building"

you gave a shy smile and waved to the camera "hello everyone!" you faced the aiya letting her smile ease your tensions "i just wanted to say thank you before we start. not only for inviting me on your podcast, but just being so respectful and kind as well"

aiya nodded placing both hands over her heart "you're just too kind! but girl you don't have to thank me for doing the bare minimum"

"no i really do have to. because there are a lot of other people out here that i've talked to and are not as professional and sweet like you. it's really crazy" you shook your head when you heard yourself start to get off topic "i'm sorry i don't want to control this whole interview. i think i got the rambling from my husband through the years"

both you and aiya laughed at your statement.

"don't worry about it! this is not a place where i will every cut you off from rambling, seriously. plus i want to get into some of that as well. what is your experience with the whole ‘being a wife of the number one hero’ thing? like you said before people can be unusually cruel to you for absolutely no reason"

you scoffed dramatically making aiya laugh.

"so when people ask me this in person, which has never happened ever" you made direct eye contact with the camera before turning back. this had aiya laughing more now than before "being married to izuku is great, but being married to deku can be.. iffy on my end. does that make sense?”

"yes and no"

"okay so what i mean is that being deku's wife is stressful. not only because of the major backlash that i get from the internet, tabloids, and gossip shows, but also because of my safety. the backlash is something that doesn't go away but gets easier as time goes on. for me it was easier to just laugh at how stupid they are. like one article called me fat, cool, but then another one from the same company called me pile of bones skinny" you tilted you head slapping one hand down on your thigh "now you just look fucking stupid because you can't pick one and clearly can't run a business. cause like how didn't you know that both of these articles were coming out?" you shook your head "they piss me off more than make me upset"

aiya listened carefully letting you go on with your rant.

"but when i say i love being izuku’s wife i really mean it. i love that man more than i love anyone else. i love the way he looks when he wakes up in the morning. i love the way he gets excited every time we see cows when we're driving. he is who i was meant to be with and i believe that with my whole heart. i see deku and izuku as two totally different people because i get to see it from both perspectives. i can understand how some people might not understand where i’m coming from with this and that’s okay. this is just how i’ve been able to express the way i feel about the whole situation”

“wow.. thank you so much for sharing your point of view on things. i hope this really opens the eyes to some of the haters out there”

“ugh me too” you played with the ring on your finger “i feel bad now. when this episode airs i can just imagine what he’s gonna say, ‘oh so my episode was me spewing my undying love for you and all i get is i hate my husband?’”

the two of you laughed thinking about it.

“no, but we’ve seriously talked about it before and he understands where i’m coming from. i love that he’s so understanding about everything”

“speaking of love,” aiya pulled out a piece of paper coming from her lap “we’ve got questions”

you clapped your hands together excitedly.

“oh! hit me”

“okay so of course deku did a podcast episode where he made all of us singles jealous by describing the moment he fell in love with you. so now people are wondering what was the moment you fell in love with him?”

you had been preparing for this question ever since you read the email.

“i actually fell in love with izuku pretty early in our relationship. maybe like a month in? i’ve honestly had a crush on him since year one, but we never got the chance to interact.”

it was early off in your third year when you had come down with a bad fever. the only reason you could assume the sickness took over you was because everyone had just moved back into the dorms. bringing whatever kind of diseases they wanted back.

“hi izuku”

the phone was placed on the pillow beside your head. you didn’t have enough energy to hold it up. hell, you’re surprised you even had enough energy to accept the call. everything on your body was just hot. they only thing you felt you needed was a cold compress on your forehead, but getting up just wasn’t an option at the moment.

“y/n you’re making me worried. are you sure you don’t need recovery girl?”

“i should be okay,” you stopped in the middle of your sentence to take in a long breath “plus i don’t think she could help with what i have anyway”

izuku was slipping on his training uniform as he was talking to you. he didn’t know if you could hear yourself, or if you even cared, but he could probably picture what you looked like. comforter thrown to the floor. medicine bottles scattered on your dresser and not knowing which one to choose.

“are you sure you don’t need anything?”

“i should be fine izu. just focus on- on training for the festival. bye now”

izuku had wanted to get a couple more sentences in to ease his anxiety, but you quickly hung up the phone without a second thought.

once you found yourself a semi-comfortable position you took the chance of drifting off to sleep.

the nap lasted about thirty minutes before you woke up to the feeling of a cold compress being laid onto your forehead. slowly, your eyes opened to reveal your boyfriend making sure it was in the right spot.

“izu” you mumbled going to sit up but he placed his hands on your shoulders laying you back down.

“nope, you’re resting”

he still had his training uniform on from the time you had called him.

“but you shouldn’t be here. you should be training”

the newfound coolness on your forehead felt amazing, and part of you wished he had came sooner.

“i can take a day or two off. it’s fine”

you shook your head gently.

“i don’t want you to miss it because of me”

“y/n are you me?”

“no”

“are you my teacher?”

“no, but-“

“then don’t worry about it. your health means more to me than training. i’ve been working hard for the past two years, so if i have to take a day or two off to take care of my girlfriend then i’m jumping at the opportunity”

it was right then and there you felt some of the weight lift of your shoulders. this felt like confirmation of what you had assumed you were feeling from the moment you first saw him.

you loved him.

you loved him so, so much.

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driverlando · 10 hours

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✧.* TWO BEST FRIENDS IN A ROOM

synopsis - you and charles are two bestfriends, but over the years you become more

a/n: my first request! A Charles leclerc x singer!reader smau. hope you enjoy, pls reblog and follow :)

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charles_leclerc happy birthday @yourusername sorry I can’t make it this year. drinks are on me the next time we meet ❤️

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IS LOVE IN THE AIR? CHARLES LECLERC AND CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND Y/N SPARK ROMANCE RUMOURS

In a twist that has sent fans into a frenzy, Formula 1 star Charles Leclerc and singer Y/N, who have been best friends since childhood, were spotted holding hands during a leisurely stroll in Monaco yesterday. The sighting has ignited rumors that the pair’s relationship has blossomed into something more than just friendship.

The duo was seen walking along the picturesque Port Hercule, laughing and appearing very much at ease in each other’s company. Both were dressed casually, with Charles sporting a simple white T-shirt and blue jeans, while Y/N looked effortlessly chic in a miu miu white skirt and blue top. But it wasn’t their fashion choices that caught the public’s eye—it was the undeniable chemistry and the intimate gesture of holding hands.

While the public speculation has been rampant, sources close to Charles and Y/N have confirmed to Daily Mail that the two are indeed in a romantic relationship. “Charles and Y/N have always been very close, but over the past few months, their bond has deepened,” a source revealed. “They’ve realized that their connection is more than just platonic, and they’re exploring this new chapter together.”

Another insider added, “They’ve been inseparable lately. It’s been a natural progression from friendship to romance. They’re very happy and are taking things one step at a time.”

A Friendship Turned Romance

Charles and Y/N’s story is the stuff of fairy tales. The pair grew up in Monaco, attending the same school and sharing numerous childhood memories. Despite their demanding careers—Charles in the high-octane world of Formula 1 racing and Y/N in the glitzy music industry—they have always made time for each other. Their close bond has often been a topic of admiration among their fans, who have long speculated about a potential romantic link.

What’s Next for the New Couple?

As Charles gears up for the upcoming Grand Prix and Y/N prepares for her next album release, the couple is reportedly keen to keep their relationship private and out of the public eye. However, given their high-profile careers, that may be easier said than done.

Despite the challenges that may come with dating in the spotlight, it’s clear that Charles and Y/N are ready to navigate their new relationship together. Whether it’s supporting each other at races and concerts or enjoying quiet moments in Monaco, this celebrity pairing is already proving to be one of the most talked-about romances of the year.

Stay tuned for more updates on Charles Leclerc and Y/N’s blossoming romance as we follow this beautiful love story unfold!

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charles_leclerc Two bestfriend in a room…

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the-modern-typewriter · 2 days

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Hey so, I was wondering if you could do a f/f hero x villain snippet, where the hero is in a super secret relationship with the villain, but, despite the villain explicitly having other goals, betrayed and used the hero, the hero still loved her? Until one day the hero gets so tired of it that she leaves the city without a single world and villain goes after her? sorry if its too specific

"Where are you going?"

Part of the hero had expected it, but it still didn't make it any easier to hear that voice in her motel room. Her shoulders tensed. She kept her gaze trained firmly on unzipping her bag.

"Hey." The villain's voice sharpened. She crossed the room, taking hold of the hero's wrist. "You can't just leave. What the hell?"

The hero yanked her hand back. Her head snapped up.

The villain stopped, at whatever expression it was that she saw on the hero's face. She wet her lips. "Look," she said, gentler. "This is silly. Just come home, alright? We can talk about this."

"I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Baby-"

"Don't." The hero's jaw clenched. "Don't you even." The hero looked back down again, pulling out her toiletries and night clothes. It was easier than looking at the villain; flaying herself raw with the memories and the longing and the awful truths that she should have accepted so very long ago. "Just go. If you ever loved me, just go. Please."

For a second, she thought that might work. At least, she'd thought the villain might temporarily back off, maybe get another room and try again in the morning.

(She wasn't sure if that would be a confirmation of love or the lack of it. Did it matter anymore?)

The villain crouched down in front of her, studying the hero's face. Her eyes flickered.

"I really hurt you this time, huh?"

The hero swallowed.

They'd had so many arguments, the villain and her. There had been times when she'd been furious that the villain simply couldn't seem to change her ways, change her plans, not even for the sake of the two of them. There had been yelling and cold demands and promises to do better. Apologies pressed on honeyed lips.

"We're more important than the world," the villain had said, kissing the hero's head. "You're my world now."

But that hadn't been true.

There had been times when she'd broke her heart over the villain. She'd wondered if it was her fault, somehow. If she needed to try harder, love better. She'd wondered just how bad things had once been for the villain to so compulsively choose victory over kindness. Revenge over love. Her plans, over the hero.

"Of course I love you," the villain had snapped. "I just don't see why love means I'm the only one who has to change. What about you? You're not perfect! Crying in an argument is super manipulative, you know?"

All that was left was tiredness. A hollow exhaustion.

"Yeah," the hero said. "You win."

"This isn't what I wanted."

"Well, now you know what it's like to have your lover not care about about what you want."

"You care." The villain said it with such certainty. She reached out to cradle the hero's jaw in her hands, delicate, like she was incapable of any pain she might cause. "You've never been able to stop caring. You're caring right now."

"Maybe. But I'm still done."

The villain's grip tightened.

"You're not done. We can't be done."

"Go home."

"Not without you."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?" The villain's eyes turned stormy. "You're mine. I'm yours. We belong together."

"And do you still find it good? Us?"

The villain stopped short again, as if she hadn't expected the question, as if she hadn't even considered it. Her hands dropped to her sides.

"You used me," the hero said. "I loved you and you used me. Do you understand that?"

The villain stared at her, uncertain in the face of the hero's tone. The tectonic shift of it. "I love you."

The hero shrugged.

"You don't love me anymore, is that it?" the villain demanded. "Because I don't believe that for a second."

"Sure, I love you."

"So come home. Baby." The villain surged to bestow a kiss to the hero's forehead, as if enough sweetness could once again wash away all that was bitter, or at least sufficiently mask the taste of the poison. "We've got over worse than this before. It's just how we are, you know? We fight. We make up. We don't just - you don't just leave."

The hero had wanted to simply slip away. Let it go without another fight she wasn't sure her heart had the energy for anymore. Of course the villain would never allow that.

There was always a final battle, wasn't there?

And the villain would stay no matter how cruel the hero was to her in turn. It was the way of her. But the hero didn't want to be cruel. She'd never wanted that.

"I don't think we're good," the hero said. "I don't think we've been good for a long time now."

"I'll be better."

"You never are though, are you?"

The villain swallowed. Tears flooded her eyes.

"I spent so long thinking that my love wasn't enough." The hero reached up, despite herself, to wipe those once-in-a-lifetime tears away from the villain's cheeks. Then she stood, looming over her very own perfect monster. "But it was. I was. And yours just isn't anymore."

The hero plucked up her things and made for the bathroom, pausing in the doorway, glancing back. The villain knelt on the floor, her head bowed as if for the slaughter. The hero summoned up the very last of her strength.

"You've always been so good at keeping secrets, but you're not keeping me anymore," she said. "Don't still be here when I come out."

She locked the door of them for good.

#villains and heroes #heroes and villains #angst #break ups #relationships #writing #story #f/f #fic #fiction #original fiction #dialogue #betrayal

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rubyclover · 12 hours

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I said I can’t write but if felt nice getting that other idea out of my head. So I wrote this and will post. Technically I started trying to write this like a month ago… Please ignore the constant switching between past and present tense. It’s something I never seem to notice until someone else points out where it is.

Prompt: Professionals hate him but he was right! [Adam] Heaven and Hell come to the realization that The First Man played a larger part in the three realms’ political/social ecosystem than they thought. His absence leaves a vacuum that Lute is unable to fill but she may not need to because Hell is solving the problem themselves… The Morningstar Family can’t run from this.

No ABetaO we expire like Adam~

Imagine that Adam dies, the hotel has never looked better, the residents have healed up and Charlie gets another TV appearance. Lucifer is even more depressed than before but hides it. Adam is gone She’s going to reveal Sir Pentious’ redemption with evidence that is NOT childishly scribbled on key cards. Instead of the interview taking place in the 666News studio it’s held outside the hotel. She will take questions, live, right after the interview. Katie Killjoy wants to give the public a chance to cause chaos for ratings, so she puts Charlie in a vulnerable position.

Things go great… for the first 20 minutes. The interview isn’t even half way done when someone from the crowd interjects after Charlie says ‘The Sinners have a better life now that the Exterminations are permanently canceled.’

That person’s voice is calm but still pissed as Hell. They fire back that no, Sinners don’t have an easier life now that the Exterminations are over. It’s worse! Charlie and the crowd perk up.

The voice moves to the front. They’re short with plain street clothes, hood up. It’s obvious they’re poor and at the bottom of Hell’s pecking order. A couple of Imps are with them equally disheveled and tired looking. The man goes on to point out some rather hard truths.

Thanks to the last Extermination, angelic steel has become a hot commodity. While uncommon right now, there’s a pipeline to obtain an angelic weapon. All you need is enough money. Carmilla Carmine doesn’t care about how her product is used after purchase.

‘Permanent Murder’ is a new trend on HellTube netting ridiculous profits. The main targets are vulnerable Sinners, usually the scared and alone new arrivals, Imps and Hellhounds. All killed by beautifully glowing angelic weapons.

Overlords are more formidable with these weapons so the chance of contractees escaping, like Angeldust, has become damn near impossible even if they destroyed their contract. Some desperate souls were happy with their messed up immortality. It gave them some hope, ‘at least I have a chance to turn things around eventually,’ but that pathetic security is gone.

The Exterminations kept said Overlords in check to a degree. They were more inclined to take care of their underlings because that guaranteed their safety. Now? Just get an angelic gun for all your troubles. Valentino is having a fucking field day.

The ‘permadeath’ toll for one year will be ten times the amount of one Extermination Day considering how much Hell’s citizens like to kill Sinners…

Not to mention, whole industries in Hell, from top to bottom, are starting to crash. Their purpose or sales revolved around the Exterminations. Some workers cannot afford to lose their job and have to sell their soul against their will.

Etcetcetc

As the man speaks Charlie is surprised to see heads nodding in agreement! Someone comments that they hadn’t seen their Sinner friend in a few days and tries not to panic while another face falls in the crowd and wrings their hands together. An Imp with curved horns standing beside a young Hellhound sweats profusely and starts to leave. Tension moves through the public. Not just the ones in front of the stage but also those watching TV.

Despite her best efforts Charlie cannot lift the crowd’s mood. She realizes prematurely revealing Sir Pentious’ redemption is the only way to salvage this growing disaster. Unfortunately the man’s timing is perfect because the second she opens her mouth he turns his anger on the Morningstars.

He calls out how much her family misrepresents themselves as rulers. They don’t do anything for Hell anymore. They spend most of their time fucking around while the Sinners suffer. The other Sins manage their rings and hellborn, not Lucifer or Lilith. All three of the Morningstars can’t truly understand human suffering yet they profess to know how to best handle it. With no idea what it means to be human yet they pass judgement on them.

The crowd becomes agitated and the Imps beside the man move closer to him. They aren’t trying to draw safety from the Sinner but are taking defensive positions. Charlie realizes this isn’t someone speaking up in the heat of the moment. This is a planned speech. He’s highjacking her broadcast!

She sees the Sinner clench his fists and feels herself start to sweat. Why was he saying any of that? Yes, life will be a bit hard at first but now everyone can come together and rebuild! There are so many possibilities available to The Pride Ring. It would improve lives. Change was always good they just had to be careful. Yet the stranger goes on.

He claims that Lucifer is a washed up angel that can’t comprehend mortality because of his maladaptive dreaming and pride, Lilith is apathetic to Sinners and wishes to aggravate Heaven no matter how much Hell will suffer and Charlie is so sheltered that she thinks PTSD can be solved by clapping and saying positive affirmations.

Little is known about the royal family but the stranger’s comments sway the crowd. The hotel’s original commercials got the time of day because of Charlie’s status, not because the facility had managed to accomplish anything. Lucifer barely appears at all even when large fights break out leveling half of Pentagram City. And Lilith? Missing for 7 years after riling up all of Hell multiple times, causing Heaven to start the Exterminations.

The stranger calls the hotel a disgusting joke. Calls out how Charlie is trying to ‘pass the buck’ over to Heaven. The Pride Ring’s actual rulers are Overlords and they make sure Sinners suffer and continue to act depraved whether they like it or not. Her family has the power to take control and lessen the city’s suffering but they don’t. Instead they play with their little pet project .

Why are they focusing on shipping problems elsewhere? There’s a better way to solve the pain and suffering at the source than waiting! Fix Pentagram City! Show Heaven that the current number of Sinners isn’t a threat!

‘For all the crying and sniveling you do Princess Charlotte, you sure don’t actually help where it counts! I’m sure you care about Sinners but only on the same level as someone cares about cute public park ducks.’

Vaggie, who had been standing to the side of the stage leaps forward, places herself in between the stranger and her girlfriend. Everyone’s raised emotions have put her on edge. She ignores the harsh gasps when her angelic spear slides free and into her hands. ‘Back up! Now!’

Charlie’s heart sank at the escalation. She understood her girlfriend was still tense from the extermination but all their hard work was starting to fray around the edges! She just hoped her dad didn’t-

The King of Hell himself appears through a portal shortly after gathering himself together. The opening looked angrier in color, matching his mood. Sickly green lines run throughout the glow, radiating blistering heat. Parts of the stage began to melt and the forgotten camera crew swivel to their ruler. Lucifer’s face is set in stone but his bright flickering eyes give him away.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ He snarls, apple topped cane slamming onto the stage causing some of it to splatter. ‘How dare you speak to my daughter that way.’ Lucifer’s face morphs into a more demonic grimace. Katie Killjoy scrambles from her chair and off the stage at the same time as Charlie vaulting up to place a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder whispering ‘dad no!’ She doesn’t want the hotel’s improved reputation to evaporate. A confrontation with someone on live TV would scare people away!

Lucifer growls in the back of his throat, looking at where he assumes the bastard’s eyes are under his hood. Smoke and embers sizzle out from the corner of his mouth and inbetween teeth. He hated acting this way but he had an image to uphold. ‘Answer your King you wretch. Don’t confuse my inaction with benevolence. You’re testing my patience!’

After a beat or two of staring each other down the stranger has the gall to ‘tsk’ off to the side as if spitting. ‘As you with your majesty. It’s all fine by me.’ A small, scared hand reaches up and whips off the dirty hood exposing his face to all of Hell.

People instantly whip out their phones. His face is shockingly similar to Lucifer’s, in fact a basic carbon copy sans a few attributes.

Cameras catch alabaster skin and soft, blond, curly hair, short, wiry build, vivid green eyes, pale coral cheek markings, pointed ears and four demon wings the same color as his skin.

Leaf green eyes stair directly into Charlie’s while electing to ignore both fallen angels. He stands ramrod straight. Cutting a regal silhouette despite the filth on his body and clothes.

‘My name is Cain Adamson, The Wandering Star.’ He bows in a fashion Charlie hadn’t seen in all her galas. ‘Lucifer Morningstar’s first born and bastard son. It’s nice to finally meet you sister mine… I’ll be taking your family’s crown for my father.’

[So in this AU Cain rescued Adam’s body and resuscitated it. They had a familial bond even when Cain got banished for murdering Able and found out his bio dad was Lucifer. Eve didn’t pay much attention to her first born out of guilt so Adam stepped up. No one shamed her. Adam never felt like Cain was separate from his other kids even though he looked nothing like him. Now Cain wants to provide for his father who’s trapped in hell and in really bad condition by booting the Morningstars out of power in the Pride Ring.] Dunno about pairing but Adamsapple or Guitarhero would be a safe bet. Either way Lucifer will suffer lol

[wtf do I call this? Family Feud AU? Chessboard AU? Secret Brother AU? Idk h e l p ]

#hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel cain #hazbin hotel charlie #rubycloverau #rubycloverwrites #adamsapple #or #guitarhero

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regressionschool · 3 days

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Getting laid

In the dimly lit living room of the frat house, the smell of pizza and stale beer lingered in the air. The walls were adorned with posters of rock bands and scantily clad women, typical decor for a fraternity. Two frat boys, Jack and Mike, lounged on the worn-out couch, half-empty beer cans in their hands.

"You just need to get laid, dude," Jack said, a smirk on his face. He took a swig from his beer can, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Mike chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, easier said than done. Did you see how Professor Collins looked at me today? Like I was some kind of bug she wanted to squash."

Jack laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the room. "That old hag? She’s just mad because no one wants to bang her. I mean, have you seen her? She’s got that permanent scowl."

"Yeah, true," Mike agreed, his voice dripping with disdain. "But did you catch a glimpse of Sarah in class? Man, those tits... they’re like... gigantic. I can’t even focus when she’s around."

Jack nodded, his eyes gleaming. "I know, right? It’s like she’s got a couple of melons under her shirt. She probably uses them to get what she wants. You know how girls are."

Mike snorted. "Yeah, always playing the game."

Jack leaned back, his gaze turning thoughtful. "You know, we could always mess with her a bit. She needs to be taken down a peg or two."

Mike raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Jack’s smirk widened. "You’ll see. Just follow my lead."

As the two boys plotted, they didn’t notice the figure standing in the doorway, a small, discreet smile playing on her lips. Professor Collins had overheard their entire conversation, and she had plans of her own.

A few evenings later, the frat house was alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and clinking bottles. Jack and Mike moved through the crowded rooms with a sense of purpose. Their mission was clear: get laid. The air was thick with the smell of cheap cologne and sweat, mingling with the ever-present scent of pizza and beer.

Jack nudged Mike, pointing to a group of girls by the makeshift bar. "Target acquired," he muttered, a sly grin on his face.

The two boys sauntered over, their swagger exaggerated by the alcohol coursing through their veins. "Hey ladies," Jack said, leaning against the counter with what he thought was a charming smile. "You girls look like you could use some company."

One of the girls, a petite brunette, rolled her eyes. "We’re fine, thanks."

Undeterred, Mike leaned in closer. "Come on, don’t be like that. We’re just trying to have a good time. How about a dance?"

The girls exchanged glances, clearly unimpressed. "Maybe later," one of them said dismissively, turning her back to the boys.

Jack scowled, but before he could say anything more, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Sarah, the girl with the 'gigantic tits' they had ogled in class, smiling at him.

"Hey, Jack. Hey, Mike," Sarah said, her tone warm and inviting. "Enjoying the party?"

Jack’s eyes lit up. "Sarah! Yeah, it’s great. How about you?"

"I’m having a good time," she replied, her smile widening. "In fact, my roommates and I are throwing an after-party at our place. You guys should come."

Mike’s eyes widened with excitement. "Seriously? We’d love to."

Sarah laughed, a sweet, melodic sound. "Great! Let’s get a taxi."

The boys followed her outside, practically tripping over themselves in their eagerness. They piled into a taxi, squeezing in beside Sarah, who gave the driver her address.

As the taxi sped through the city streets, Jack and Mike exchanged triumphant glances. This was their chance. They were sure of it.