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clockwayswrites · 1 year

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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 17

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. WC: 2504 (ch 14 when on ao3)

Jason had been pacing his apartment, eyes glued on his phone, for longer than he would want to admit. He just couldn’t bring himself to press the button to call Danny.

It should have been easy, he had a plan. He had run through it and practiced it and perfected. It had step. He juts needed to put the plan into place. That was easier said then done.

There was so much that could go wrong. What if Danny was offended? What if they tried and everything went up in flames? What if it went well?

Jason sighed and turned the corner again, pacing back the other way. What if it did go well? Jason didn’t know how to date someone. What sort of person wanted someone like him?

His phone buzzed in his hands, making him jolt.

Dick Friday 4:38 PM:

Soooooo… have you asked him yet?

The message was annoying (as was usual from Dick) but motivating. He couldn’t tell Dick that he hadn’t called yet, and if he left the message too long then Dick would be calling him. Jason still struggled to lie to Dick when they were talking, even if over the phone was easier then face to face. If Dick called and Jason hadn’t asked yet, he was sure to be in for a dubiously motivating speech at best and a visit at worst.

Jason stopped pacing, took a deep breath, and pressed the button.

“Hey Jay,” Danny chirped when he answered.

Breathe Jason. “Hey Danny, are you busy?”

“Just doing some of the look stuff for the presentation, I can chat.”

Just say the words. “I wanted to check if you were free Tuesday?”

“Tuesday?” There was a pause as Danny thought through his schedule. “Yep. I can do Tuesday. What do you have in mind?”

“A date,” Jason blurted out.

So much having a plan.

“…what?”

He could recover this. “I want to take you out on a date, if that’s something that you’d like. I’d pick you up in the later morning. We’d have a meal and then I have some plans in Gotham for the rest of the day. You can say no, of course, but I just…”

“Yes,” Danny said eagerly over Jason’s hemming.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Okay— okay, yes, great!” Jason was at a loss what to do now that Danny had said yes. Holy shit, he said yes. “I’ll, um, be by on Tuesday around ten. I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”

“Great,” Danny mimicked. “I’ll see you then.”

That was that. He’d gotten through asking and Danny had said yes. Jason hadn’t ruined everything by asking and now they were actually going on a date.

Jason had a date. Jason had a date with Danny.

He tried not to spend the rest of the week panicking

(He didn’t succeed.)

On Tuesday he was waiting outside Danny’s building, shifting restlessly on his feet. He had messaged Danny he was there a few minutes ago. Now he was just waiting. Again.

Breathe, he reminded himself. Danny had already said yes and there was a good plan for the day. He caught sight of Danny entering the little mail room lobby through the glass door and straightened up.

When Danny came out of the apartment, pausing to let his neighbor through the door, Jason was struck by how much better Danny looked than the last time Jason had picked him up. When Jason had come to take Danny to the beach, Danny had looked drawn in— as if the world around him was too much to bear. This morning, Danny looked radiant; he basically bounded down the steps. The red scarf tucked was a bright pop of color tucked under the lapels of the black jean jacket. It made an appealing match with the grey henley and jeans, but it was the flash of silver and red from the dangling rocket earing that drew Jason’s attention.

Danny stopped a few feet away, head ducking as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Morning.”

“Morning, fish,” Jason said. He leaned down to catch Danny’s eye. The bashfulness worried him a little. What if… “It’s— if you don’t want to go anymo—”

“No!” Danny jolted he said it so fast. Embarrassed pink dusted his cheeks. “No, I’ve been looking forward to this all week. I just… I’m a little nervous, I guess.”

“Well, we can be nervous together. Come on, brunch first,” Jason said, holding out his hand.

Danny laughed; all the nerves drained out of him with the sound. He reached out and twisted his finger’s with Jason’s. “Okay, nervous together. I can do that. Let’s go on a date.”

Danny hummed as he took another bite of his orange and ricotta crêpe. Jason had insisted they start their day with an indulgent brunch, and being through almost three crêpes, Danny couldn’t disagree that it was the right idea. He was presently full and warm despite the chill of the fall day. It made him feel ready to face anything.

He just wished he knew what that anything was going to be.

“Do I get to know where we’re going?”

Jason hummed, leaning back in his seat as he considered it. Danny momentarily felt like a creep admiring how the morning light streaked across Jason’s face before he remembered that they were on a date. That totally had to give him permission to admire, right?

“Sure. We’re going to the Gamnhy.”

Danny blinked. “The what? The Gahm-knee?”

“Oh, you don’t know what the Gamnhy is?” Jason asked, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. (Danny knew better though.) “Then you’re going going to have to figure it out when we get there.”

The balled up napkin hit Jason square in his ridiculously broad chest. “Jason! You said I could know where we’re going.”

“And I told you.”

“That doesn’t count when I don’t know what it is!”

Jason, the handsome bastard, just shrugged. “Sure it does. Besides, if you’re done eating, you get to find out what I meant as soon as we walk there.”

Danny shoved the list bite of his crêpe into his mouth. “I’m done I’m done!”

The laughter wasn’t really appreciated, but the sound of it still made Danny smile.

Since Jason had already paid the bill, it was quick to be out on the street. Danny stayed close, not wanting to take up too much of the sidewalk between them. Their hands kept brushing against each other. It made Danny think about when Jason had picked him up and had offered up his hand for a moment. Would it be okay to hold hands?

Danny didn’t really know where they stood. Just a few days ago he could have never expected Jason to ask him out. He couldn’t have expected Jason to want him. Danny scrubbed his hand nervously on his jeans. What if Jason hated holding hands? But he had earlier to gently tug Danny towards him. He must not mind too much, but that was more private and here the street was busy with the day’s traffic—

Warm fingers wrapped around Danny’s, causing him to jolt slightly.

“Hey, what has you so tense?” Jason asked. “If you don’t want to do this—”

“No,” Danny cut him off quickly. That was the last thing he wanted Jason to think. He squeezed Jason’s hand, enjoying the way their callouses fit together. “I want to be here. This is great— perfect. I guess I’m just over thinking things.”

“Well, good thing we’re at our destination then. I’m pretty sure it can distract even your brain,” Jason said, tilting his head to the left.

Danny leaned around him to see and gasped. “The natural history museum? I’ve been wanting to go!”

“I thought you might’ve been. But yeah, the Gotham Museum of Natural History: GMNH or, as Gothamites call it, Gamnhy.”

“That is so stupid. I love it,” Danny said with a grin. He started forward, giving Jason’s hand a tug. “Did you know they just redid their dinosaur exhibit a few years ago? I read about it when they got the new Mososaurs to display. Which, did you know, that New Jersey was under water for most of the Precambrian eras? It’s why it’s so easy to find fossilized shark teeth here! There’s even one park really known for it. Big… Creek? Stream? Brook! Big Brook Park. But despite this—”

Danny snapped his mouth closed, ducking his head. “Sorry. Guess I just sorta went off there.”

“Hey, no,” Jason said, bumping their shoulders together. “Give me the low down. I need to know what we’re about to see.”

“…are you sure?” Danny really didn’t want to bore Jason on their date. He knew he could talk too much about things people didn’t care about. What if Jason didn’t want another date after this?

“Really sure. Come on, tell me about your prehistoric ancestors, fish.”

“Oh shut up,” Danny said, but he was smiling again. “What I was saying, is despite being mostly underwater, the state fossil is the land based Hadrosaurus which has only one skeleton and it’s not even complete so who knows if it as even a real species. And the skeleton New Jersey is most famous for was the Dryptosaurus, which was the first full dinosaur skeleton found in the U.S. in the mid 1800’s.”

They went to the Hall of Paleontology first, of course, Danny talking all through it. From there they jumped to the Hall of Minerals and Gems, to the Hall of the Americas, through the Cabinet of Curiosity, and to the Hall of Bones. Once the tour groups of schools had cleared out for the day, they wandered through the now thankfully empty butterfly exhibit. Danny snapped a picture of Jason smiling and covered in butterflies. (It may have been set as his lock screen right away.)

“Last stop before the gift shop,” Jason said, twining their fingers together again as they exited the double doors of the atrium.

“Gift shop?” Danny asked with a bounc. “Yes! Museum gift shops are the best.”

Jason chuckled. “Thought you might like that, nerd. You better think of what you might want to grab from it, my treat.”

“You can’t just think of what you want from a museum gift shop,” Danny explained. “You have to wander around and take in the marvelous and absurd. The best things are always what you never expected.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s so.”

“Guess I’ll have to trust you on that one,” Jason said, edging them around an old couple moving ever so slowly and down a corridor. “Curious to see what you find, but first…”

Danny followed Jason’s motioning hand and gasped. His words were almost a reverent whisper. “The planetarium.”

“The planetarium,” Jason said. “Do you know how hard it was to plan out our paths so that we didn’t pass by it before?”

“Yeah?” Danny asked, grinning. He couldn’t believe that Jason had gone through that effort to make sure that the planetarium stayed a surprise. He leaned over, bumping their arms together lightly as they settled into the short line for the next showing.

The wait passed quickly as Danny talked about the recent count of Saturn’s moons passing over a hundred and how they ranged from the size of mercury to a sports arena. He glanced at Jason, from time to time, still nervous about boring the other, but the soft smile never left Jason’s lips.

They settled in away from the other few people in the showing, leaning back in the reclined seats circled around the central area. It had been years since since Danny had been to a planetarium. He’d forgotten, a little, the wonder of feeling surrounded by space. Danny tracked the comet as it moved across the projected dome of the planetarium, following it as it arced to the left behind them. The light of it caught in Jason’s eyes as it passed overhead and for a moment they seemed all the more blue. The corner of Jason’s lips were quirked up. Danny loved it when Jason smiled like that.

Without thinking, Danny fond himself brushing his fingers over the edges of that smile.

He could feel Jason’s breath catch against his thumb.

“Thank you,” Danny whispered.

The whole day had been amazing. If Danny had been told to plan a date for himself, he couldn’t have done a better job and here Jason had come up with all of it. The brunch, the museum, the planetarium— the promise of the gift shop and dinner after. It was all just… perfect, and Jason had known that.

Scraping together his fluttering nerves. Danny leaned up to kiss Jason on the cheek. “Thank you. Today has been perfect. I’m so glad you asked me.”

“I’m glad you said yes.”

Danny laughed softly, tucking hi head against Jason’s shoulder as he looked back up at the stars. “Ancients, we sound like we’re out of one of those rom-coms you love.”

“Excuse you, Jane Austen did not write rom-coms,” Jason said. “Besides, we’re not nearly hetronormative or creepily possessive enough to be in a rom-com.”

Danny felt like his grin would split his face as he turned his gaze back up to the dome. “Shut up and watch the stars, Casanova.”

"That's what you want?" Jason asked. "Really? Why?"

They had been wandering around the gift shop for about a quarter of an hour, playing with the various displays, marveling at the slabs of nature and history for sale, and laughing over the cheap, silly trinkets. Danny didn’t want to pick anything expensive (even if Jason was a Wayne), but also he wanted something that would remind him of the trip. Finally, he’d found the perfect thing.

Danny wiggled the trilobite plush in Jason’s direction. “Because it’s cute.”

And Jason had listened to him talk for ages about dinosaurs.

Jason raised a dubious brow, clearly unconvinced. “It’s an ancient dead bug.”

“It’s cute,” Danny sang. “It’s just a little fellow. Just a little friend. Just a little Isotelus maximus! They’re cute and they want a kiss.”

He wiggled the plush again, giving the best puppy dog eyes he could over the top of the plush where it was held in front of his face.

Jason heaved a sigh before he leaned down and dropped a light kiss onto the fuzzy fabric. The way Jason looked at him over the top of of the plush made Danny swallow heavily.

“Now,” Jason asked, “can I kiss the person that I really want to?”

Danny could feel the heat of a blush rush up his cheeks. He couldn’t find the words, but managed a little nod as he lowered the plush trilobite. His eyes slid closed as Jason leaned in.

It was just a simple, soft press of the lips.

That’s all.

But it made Danny sigh happily and lean into the kiss.

Without a doubt, the best date ever.

---- AN: And we finally have a kiss! And a date! Look at the boys go~

I couldn’t help but make Danny a dinosaur nerd. He seems like the type to have had that phase, and now as dead things they speak to him in a whole other way! I ripped a lot of the museum set up from the Houston Museum of Natural Science, which has an amazing prehistoric exhibit and the trilobite is 100% based on a plushy I have. I admit I have a disproportionate love for trilobites myself.

Ngl, I struggled with the chapter some (mostly due to self imposed expectations) because it is a big moment. I was actually going to post this yesterday, but the start was just a mess so it needed a rewrite- which I usually save for the ao3 version. But I think it got there, so I hope that you all liked it!

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#dp x dc #dead on main #like betta fish do

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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Family Line

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Fem!reader

Part One: Ghostly Memories

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Mentions of Child Abuse and Neglect, Crying, shouting, Some Comfort. (Photo is not meant to be a description of the reader)

You were avoiding everyone. Everytime some one would walk into the room that you were in but you always came up with a pathetic excuse on why you could not stay in the room or you would quietly slip out before anyone could say anything to you. It had been a few days since the case at your old house and you have never felt so weak in front of your friends, waking up from nightmares every night of repressed memories that you thought had been lost and forgotten but were brought back to the surface like blood when you pick at a scab.

You padded out of the attic as quietly as you could skipping over all of the creaky floorboards that you had memorised so you did not wake Lucy. Sneaking around was a skill of yours, it was a survival especially in your old house and It comes in handy sometimes during cases because of Lockwood's Idiocy. Deciding that the library was your safest option as George likes to go down in the middle of the night for a glass of water. Slowly pushing the door open, seeing the soft glow of the lamp in the corner made you hesitate but whoever was sat in the big armchair had seen you before you could run back away.

"Lockwood what are you doing here at-" You looked to the clock, the small hand just passing one. "One in the morning?" You moved to sit in the armchair next to Anthony. Where the boy in question lowers his magazine to look at your pajama clad form and the anxious clawing that you were unkowingly attacking your wrist with leaving a bright red mark on your skin. He leant over the arm of his chair and pulled your hand away from your wrist so you could not inflict any more damage to your skin.

"I could say the same to you L/n" You paled at the usage of your last name, it was never used unless you were in trouble.

"Last name. What have I done?"

"You are pulling away from us, I know very hypocrytical coming from me but Y/n, we know you are not okay. Please just let one of us in." He shook your hand and swayed it gently in the air, both of you still sat in the two arm chairs but your arms interlinked brought you two together. Oceans apart but your hands were the rivers on land keeping the two of you connected.

"I don't want to talk about it" you muttered keeping a grasp on the final shield as the rest of them had fallen.

Lockwood nodded and the two of you sat in comfortable silence, your grip on his hand slowly loosened until your arm dropped hitting the edge of the arm chair. He sat up quickly but soon relaxed when he saw the rare peaceful expression on your face, asleep in the weirdest position possible. He threw a grey blanket over you. It was your favourite one that you must have left down in the library during your other midnight escapedes. He moved the hair that has slightly fallen across your face and moved it behind your ear so your were not suffocated by your hair in the middle of the night. He leant down and pressed a light kiss to your hairline, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be before switching of the only light source in the room and going to his own room.

It was morning when you awoke. Finally deciding to stop hiding and stay with your friends you got dressed into a black tank top and a pair of black ripped jeans, blue fluffy socks finalizing the look.

You walked into the kitchen where everyone was sat eating or drinking, you quietly walked over to Lockwood who was buttering toast and then slid it over to you with a soft smile on his face. You lifted the piece of toast and walked to the table with one half in your mouth, you sat next to Lucy who gave you a smile before taking a sip of her tea and George passed you the sugar to put in your tea that Lockwood placed on the table with his. He sat next to you and slung his arm on the back of your chair. The four of you were sat in content silence as it was still early morning and none of you had woken up yet.

The peircing ring of the doorbell woke you all up as you walked with Lucy to the door, knowing if you went by yourself you would not be friendly with the person at the door.

It was the same man from a few mornings ago. Your father. Once you caught his face you slammed the door back as hard as you could, not wanting to deal with him, the door rattled in the hinges when it slammed, echoing throughout 35 portland row. "No"

He knocked again and by now Lockwood and George had joined you in the hallway confused on why they might need to change the hinges and lock because of the strength that you used to slam the door. You re-opened the door and yelled. "Go away"

You went to slam the door again but when you did a foot got in the way and you seriously considered squashing it like a bug. "Please can We talk."

"Why, you never wanted to talk when I lived in the same house as you." You muttered hiding what you really wanted to say but you wanted to give him another chance because there was a stupid feeling in your heart, you thought maybe he had changed.

"Please!" Your father begged when he saw you hesitate closing the door. You turned around to your friends, you met Lockwood's eyes, who nodded, signalling that you can do it and whatever happens, he will be there for you.

"Fine" You coldly stated opening the door further, letting your father walk into the front room, where you normally meet the clients.

You walked up to Lucy and whispered in her ear. "You might not want to stay, with all the things that happened between your mother. I don't want it bringing back any painful memories."

She grabbed onto your hands and shook them before walking into the front room as her answer where your father was waiting with George and Lockwood staring at him. You sat next to Lockwood who pulled your hand into his. Being the gravity that will hold you to the ground if you start to drift off.

You glared at him. No more childish cowerdice, you managed to look your mother in the eye and taunt her while she held a gun to your head so you should be able to do this. "What are you doing here?"

Everyone got deja vu to a few days ago. Especially when your father started to shift in his seat unvomfortable with the coldness you, his daughter was presenting him with. "I came to ask for forgiveness"

You raised your eyebrow and scoffed. "Mother is in jail and you don't want to go either so you are trying to get me to forgive you"

He stretched his hands out towards you, where you sank back into the sofa, sinking into Lockwood's safetly. Glad he kept a hold of your hand. "No, My daughter that is not it."

You closed your eyes and took a few quick breaths to stop your rising anger or sadnessbut it did not work. You bit your lip while thinking of how to rationally answer him. That all flew out the window. "No. No." You frowned. "You don't get to call me that. After everything that happened. You are just being cruel." You were surprised at how quiet your voice was.

"I'm being cruel" Your father questioned shocked that his own daughter would call him cruel.

"Yes. Yes. Do you know how worthless you made me feel. The fact that my own father did not stand up to me against my own mother. You never loved me and I thought my whole life that there was something wrong with me but there is not. You are incapable of Love" You leant forward staring right into your fathers eyes.

"I did not do anything to you!" Your father stood up trying to defend his case but in reality was making it worse like in a court when the defendant screws it all up at the stand.

You stood up, Lockwood standing up with you ro provide support if you needed it. "Oh but you did. By not doing anything. You just stood there and watched me get hurt by one of the other people who should show me what love was." Your voice cracked as you pointed to yourself. "You just watched and made no move to protect me because you are pathetic. You made no effort to help when she locked me in my room for nights upon end with little food to feed me. When she held a gun to my head the first time, trying to kill me because I killed her child. But I didn't he fell off a tree. It was an accident. You know it. Mother knows it but you were both filled with hatred that the only child you loved died and the unwated child was left. I was a child. But you never loved me so I'm guessing I don't count as a child"

You were stood face to face with your father and for the first time he hit you. You felt the world stop. Lockwood stepped next to you, he glared at your father with such intensity that even Lucy and George were slightly afraid of him "Get out"

You and your father were both stood frozen shook that he hit you. He never did that but now he finally did, he was just as bad as the rest of them. Only was he taken out of it when he heard Lockwood yell "Get Out! Now" he looked to you where a red handprint started to show and fled like a criminal fleeing from a crime scene. Lucy and George following behind and closing the door.

Lockwood pulled your shellshocked frame into a hug, his arms going around your shoulders. Pulling you close to him so the rythmn of his heart would lull you and ground you. Still in your fragile state but as you could move you wrapped your arms around his waist. Crying into his shirt.

Soon he pulled away from you but moved one arm down to your waist and another hand to your chin lifting it to assess the mark, he wiped away the tears that were falling with a softnes that you had never felt against your face before used to harsh touches not soft and light. He placed his forehead against yours, and you just stayed there until you could focus normally.

"Hey, you're safe. I've got you"

Sorry If it was not the best and there was not much of a confrontation but I hope you liked it.

#lockwood and co x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim

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livyjh · 8 months

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Temptation ch.4

Co-written with @fhatbhabie

No outbreak!Dbf!Joel x Fem!Plus size!Reader

Series Masterlist

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Summary: After you break things off with your toxic boyfriend, you move back home with your dad. His best friend and neighbor, Joel Miller, takes an interest in you. But you’re the one who has to convince him to make the first move.

A/N: here’s chapter 4!!! Just a reminder we are posting a new chapter every 4-5 days instead of once a week, because we love you 🩷 enjoy! And thank you for reading!!

Chapter warnings: SMUT, daddy kink, humping, fingering, oral sex, unprotected p in v, dirty talk.

Divider art by: @saradika

You waited patiently all day, looking at your phone every 5 minutes, waiting on Joel to text you. You felt silly, like a school girl waiting on her crush to message back. You sat down at the kitchen table with your dad, having dinner when your phone vibrated on the table. You looked at the screen and saw it was from Joel.

Joel: Hey pretty girl

You: Hey. Didn’t think you were gonna text me.

Joel: Meet me by the pool when your dad goes to bed. Preferably without panties ;)

You felt the heat rush up to your cheeks as you set your phone back down on the table.

“Everything okay?” Your dad asked.

“Y- Yeah I'm fine. Might go out with some friends tonight if that's okay?”

“Of course, just be careful. I gotta go to bed early tonight, got work early in the morning.”

“Why don't you go ahead and get ready for bed? I can clean the kitchen for you.” You said.

“Think I’ll take you up on that.” He smiled at you before standing and making his way up to his room.

You walked into the kitchen with the dirty plates and started to wash the dishes. You glanced out the window above the sink and saw Joel getting out of his work truck. He was in a dark grey t shirt that wrapped oh so tightly around his biceps along with a pair of dark jeans. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him walk into his house. Fuck, you need your dad to go to bed now.

****

You sneak by your dad’s bedroom and see him snoring in his bed. You smiled and closed his bedroom door and grabbed your phone.

You: My dad’s asleep. Be there in a sec.

Joel: Sounds good ;)

You made your way out of your house through the back. You looked over and saw Joel walking out of his house. You walked through his gate and walked over to him.

“Hey, sweet girl.” he said, smiling.

“Hey.” You grin at him as you close the gate and walk over to him.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you in flush against his body. His arms snake around your waist as he leans down to kiss you.

“Sarah’s back at school so we’ve got the house to ourselves tonight.” He murmurs against your lips.

You can’t help but let out a little moan at the implication.

“Come on, baby.” Joel keeps one arm around you as you both walk into the house.

He looks at you hungrily and you start to blush. Why were you so anxious right now?

“S- so… what now?” You raise a brow.

“Don’t go gettin’ shy on me, darlin’.” He laughs. “Let me take you to bed.”

“Okay.” You smile softly as he grabs your hand and leads you upstairs to his room.

You sat down on the bed as he closed the door and turned to you. His eyes were darker than usual. Similar to how they looked when he was fucking your throat.

“Same shirt… different shorts…” he observed.

“Had to change them from how soaked I was.” You bite your lip.

“Hope you didn’t put any panties on.” Joel smirks and moves towards you.

He pushes you to move back on the bed. You both kick off your shoes before he gets between your legs, supporting himself over you.

You look at his eyes, then his nose and lips. God, his lips…

“See somethin’ ya like?” He asks teasingly.

You nod slowly. “Please kiss me.”

“Since you asked nice…” he trails off as he leans down and presses his lips firmly to yours.

You whine into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his hips and forcing them down against your own.

“Fuck-“ you gasp, feeling that he’s already hard in his jeans.

He growls and grinds down against you, the length of his hardness pressing perfectly against your slit through the clothing.

“Joel!” You cry out, so turned on that every nerve ending was on fire.

“What do you want, princess?” He hums, lips ghosting over your jaw and ear.

You shiver with anticipation. “Your cock. Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please… daddy.” You respond.

“Good girl.” He whispers in your ear before sucking your earlobe into his mouth.

Your back arched up at the sensation, breasts pressing into Joel’s chest.

He sits up on his knees and looks down at you. Your cheeks are ruddy, hair messy, lips swollen from kissing, shirt rucked up to expose your belly. You looked amazing. But still had too many clothes on. Both of you did.

“Take your top off.” Joel demands.

You nod and sit up, removing your shirt and tossing it to the floor.

“Lie back down.” He says, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts before pulling them down.

The cooler air of the room hit your wet cunt and it made you clench around nothing.

Joel took his own shirt off and got out of his jeans, which only left him in boxers. You were completely naked, dripping wet for him.

He army crawls his way up the bed, settling on his elbows between your legs. “Open ‘em up, honey.”

You spread your legs wider for him, watching, anticipating his next move.

He puts his hands under your thighs to support them and prop them up over his shoulders as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your vulva.

“Joel…” you bite your lip.

He looks you in the eyes and brings two fingers to your slit, dragging them through your folds to collect your slick.

“F- fuck.” You breathe out.

Soon, he’s pushing the two fingers into you, making your eyes flutter closed.

“Uh-uh.” Joel groans and you look at him again. “Eyes on me, baby.” He smirks.

“Yes, daddy.” You nod.

“Good girl.” He grins wider as he pushes his fingers all the way inside you.

“Ah!” You gasp, clenching around his digits.

He leans down to your center, pressing the tip of his tongue against your clit and wiggling it. You moan softly, then let out a high pitch whine when he starts thrusting his fingers slowly. You don’t even sound like yourself, the way he’s making you cry out.

“Please!” You say with a strained voice.

“What do you want, doll?” He asks before sucking your clit into his mouth.

“I need to cum.” You whisper, trying to keep composure as the heat built in the pit of your stomach.

“No one’s stoppin’ you.” He thrusts his fingers faster and harder, sucking on your clit hard enough to make you see spots.

“Y- yeah!” You nearly scream as you orgasm, breathing hard as the waves of pleasure wash over you. You reach down and grab his hair with both hands as you grind up against his face. You let out a broken sob when he bites your clit gently.

His mouth and fingers stop and he moves up the bed, bringing his wet digits to your lips. “Suck.” He orders.

You don’t say anything, just open your mouth and move your head forward so that your lips wrap around the base of his fingers. You start to suck greedily, swirling your tongue around each finger and moaning as you make eye contact.

“You’re a little fucking slut, aren’t you?” You nod as he pulls his hand away from your mouth.

“Yes, daddy.” You smile.

He laughs darkly, “Shouldn’t have told me that.”

“Why? What are you gonna do?” You taunt.

“Are you on birth control?” He rolls down the front of his boxers to release his sizeable cock.

You nod once, about to give verbal confirmation but by the time the sound of “Y-“ came out of your mouth, he had already slammed inside you.

You let out a strangled moan, grabbing his shoulders and digging your nails into the backs of them. It hurt. Fuck, he was stretching you good.

His forehead was pressed to yours, his elbows on the bed on either side of your shoulders, boxing you in.

You breathed hard, smelling the scent of… just… Joel.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He growls, biting your bottom lip momentarily.

“Want you to fuck me till I’m crying.” You let out a shaky breath.

He laughs again, mischievously. He starts to pull out slowly, getting about halfway out before he pounds into you once more.

“Fuck!” You whimper.

“Tell me more.” He groans.

“W- want you to…” you pause to whine when he pulls out again and starts a slow pace fucking into you. “-to be rough with me.”

He moans in his throat as he sits up enough to grab your wrists and pin them above your head with one of his large hands.

“More.” He demands.

You struggle slightly just to see how tightly he really was holding you. It was tight. He starts thrusting faster as you try to form a sentence. “Want… want to feel your cum inside me…”

“You will.” He promises.

You gasp when he speeds up again and reaches down with his free hand to rub your clit. “More.” He says once again.

“I want you to ruin me for anyone else.” You say in the most whorish voice you could muster.

Joel growls deep in his chest and pulls out of you, quickly flipping you over on the bed, grabbing your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling them up so you were on your knees… then his dick slid into you and got so much deeper than when you were on your back.

“Daddy…” you moan into the mattress beneath you.

Joel reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling your head up so your sounds weren’t muffled. “Feel good, hon?” He asks, pounding into your pussy from behind.

“Yes!” You shout.

He’s grunting with each thrust and you know he’s getting close. You figured a man like Joel would last a lot longer… and he probably could, but this was his first time fucking you. And your cunt was too good for Joel to deny himself release for much longer.

The head of his cock kept rubbing against the sweet spot inside you and you were close too.

“Gonna let you cum again. But you wait for me.” He orders.

“Yes, sir.” You whine quietly.

“Didn’t hear that.” He yanks your hair.

“Fuck… I- yes, sir!” You say louder this time.

“That’s right…” Joel smacks your ass with his free hand and watches it jiggle. That’s what finally does him in. “Fuck.” He barely whispers the word as he releases into you.

You gasp at the feeling as he keeps moving, your body feeling like it was about to catch fire. “Fuck, yeah, Joel…” you whine as you finally cum, toes curling and back arching.

He lets out a strained groan as he slows down and pulls out of you. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as his cum leaks out of you.

You roll to your side and close your legs to try and keep from making a mess. Joel gets up and grabs a towel from the bathroom. He guides you to lay on your back, pushing your legs apart. You blush, whimpering softly from sensitivity as Joel cleaned you up.

He threw the towel in his hamper and got into bed next to you.

“Do you, um, want me to go?” You sit up on your elbows.

“No.” He shakes his head and smiles. “Hell, why don’t you stay the night?”

“Really?” You raise a brow.

“Do guys normally ask you to leave right after?” He asks.

“Yeah, so, I thought maybe-“

“Uh-uh.” He grins and wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you back into his chest. “You’re staying right here.”

***

The next morning you slowly opened your eyes, feeling Joel’s arms wrapped around your waist.

“I’ll go make us some breakfast.” Joel kissed your lips sweetly. “You stay here and look pretty.” He smiled and pulled on boxers and a t-shirt.

You nod as he leaves the room, leaving the door open as he made his way downstairs.

“Holy shit-“ Joel nearly fell backwards on the stairs when he spotted a body at the kitchen table. Within a half second he knew who it was.

“Morning, dad.” Sarah smiled over at him.

“Sarah!” Joel exclaimed, quite loudly, so you could hear. “What are you doing here?” He speaks loudly again.

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself and silently got up and closed the door to Joel’s bedroom so Sarah wouldn’t see you if she came upstairs. How the fuck were you gonna get out of here?

Meanwhile, Joel approaches the kitchen table and sits down, feeling a little uncomfortable just being in his underwear and a thin shirt. “Uh, when did you get here?”

“Last night.” Sarah ate another spoonful of her cereal. “Not surprised you didn’t hear me. With… whoever you’ve got up there.” She chuckled. “My only class today got canceled so I figured I’d just come stay the weekend.” She shrugged.

Joel tried to be nonchalant, acting like this wasn’t a super stressful situation. “You should’ve called.” He clears his throat.

“Tell me about it.” Sarah rolls her eyes. “I will next time. Didn’t know you were back on the dating bandwagon.”

“Uh-“ Joel hums. “It’s… yeah. Yep.” He confirms to get Sarah to stop asking questions.

You’re upstairs, starting to panic. You look at your phone and realize you’re gonna be late for a job interview if you don’t leave RIGHT NOW.

You look over at the other nightstand and notice Joel’s phone. You couldn’t even call him and beg him to get Sarah somewhere she couldn’t see you sneak out.

You look around the room frantically, then spot your savior. The alarm clock. If you set it for 9am and wait three minutes, it would go off and Joel will come back to shut it off.

You walk around the bed, press a few buttons on the clock and sit down, hoping for the best.

Joel and Sarah sat in awkward silence for a couple minutes as Sarah finished her cereal. Then Joel heard his alarm start to go off upstairs.

“Better get that.” Joel laughs nervously and gets up, quickly making his way back to his room.

He opens the door and slips inside before closing it quickly.

“I have a job interview in 30 minutes.” You whisper.

“You didn’t wanna tell me that sooner?” Joel rolls his eyes jokingly.

“Sorry. I forgot.” You shrug and laugh softly.

“Alright. Uh…” Joel sighs and tries to think of the best way to get you out of the house without Sarah seeing you.

“You keep thinking. I have to pee.” You grab your shirt and shorts, along with your shoes and purse and head into Joel’s private bathroom.

You set your clothes on the counter, your purse and shoes on the floor next to the toilet. You go pee real quick, wash your hands, and get dressed.

Joel bursts in and grabs your arm. You barely have enough time to reach for your purse and shoes before he pulls you out. Little do you know, something had fallen out of your purse and got left behind in his bathroom. He’s pushing you towards his door as he whispers. “She just went to her room. I heard her. Come on. Let’s get you out the back.”

You’re still barefoot but it doesn’t really matter because all you’d be walking on is grass and a wood patio. Being barefoot was quieter in the house anyways.

You two rushed downstairs and to the back door. Joel quickly pulls you into a tight hug and presses his lips to the center of your front hairline.

“See you later.” You smile as you hug him back.

“See you later.” He releases you and you slip out the back door and through the gate between yards. Thankfully your own home’s back door was still unlocked from last night. Your dad said he had to leave early this morning, so he was (thankfully) definitely gone by now.

That was a close one.

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ramayantika · 21 days

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Pag Ghungroo Baje

couldn't find any suitable title :) this title is subject to change later on.

Writing this while revising for Human Anatomy & Physio. My mind is saturated so pardon me for lazy writing and errors if any.

CH-1

I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.

My kurti darkened as sweat stuck to my body, and the cool night breeze made me shiver slightly. I could still feel my damp hair sticking to my neck, and I cringed at the stickiness of my sweat-dried cheeks.

I definitely made a great appearance.

As I neared the society park, my heart raced. My eyes raked all over the park to spot the familiar boy. I could see a group of boys, all teenagers, standing beside the slides with badminton rackets. Some middle school kids and their parents were playing pakdam pakdai as their parents chatted with each other. Two girls were swinging on the U-shaped swings. There was no trace of a boy looking out for me.

Fetching my phone from my dance bag, I switched it on to check the time. It was already 7.05 PM, and I had to be home by 7.45 to freshen up and start studying. I had already informed my mother that I would take a walk after dance class inside the campus and then come home.

I began fanning myself with my dupatta and decided to wait for ten more minutes. If no one would show up, I would immediately head home and resume my studies. Scrolling through my news feed, I found an article headline about the stock market, which I ignored. Even the news feed grew tired of me scrolling, and my dry eyes began stinging a little.

I placed my phone back into the bag and looked up at the night sky. A few stars twinkled up there, and with them flew large, floating grey clouds that looked like mists. I traced the stars with my eyes, trying to find a pattern in their alignment, when I felt someone tap my shoulder.

“You are the dancer, right?”

I snapped my neck too fast at the person behind me, causing me to wince a little at the sharp pain. Rubbing the skin gently, I nodded at the boy and said, “Yes, I am the dancer, and you are?”

“The biker.” The boy said it with a straight face that made me raise my eyebrows.

“Your name – Mr. Biker? You said you would tell me today if I met you here in the park.”

Moving a hand through his hair, he replied with a charming smile, “Oh yes, I am Veer. D wing 302.”

Taking a step back, I said, “Woah! I didn’t ask for your address.”

Veer shrugged his shoulders. “I mentioned it because who knows when you might need it? The universe works in very mysterious ways after all, Sameera.”

I bit back a smile. Sameera's lips sounded beautiful, and, may I add, sensual? His deep, gravelly voice sounded poetic, or maybe like that of a romantic poet. His voice repeating my name echoed in my head, and I fought hard to stop a blush from forming on my warm cheeks.

'Sameera, you are pathetic,’ I said to myself in my head.

Veer, who was standing in front of me, was two heads taller than me. Dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt paired with sneakers, looked straight from a young adult romantic movie by Dharma Productions.

I cannot lie. Veer did look handsome.

On the other hand, I had nothing nice to enhance my appearance. If I were given a little more time, I would have freshened up before meeting him. Maybe fate wanted him to see me in a sleek, sweaty braid, drenched garments, and a mismatched dupatta lazily draped around my neck and shoulders.

“Which block is yours, though?” I heard Veer ask, causing me to drift away from all the handsomeness in front of me.

“Mine?” I scratched my chin. “Yes, it is block A-102.”

Veer’s eyes raked all over me, but it wasn’t a creepy gaze, but rather a very curious one. “You waited for me straight after your dance class?”

I blinked my eyes. Clearly, I hadn’t expected this question. “Uh.. yes. I have to anyway get home by 7.45, so I decided I would wait for you to show up. And if you wouldn’t have, then I would have gone home, and from the next moment onwards, I forgot I met a boy outside my window who caught me dancing.”

Veer opened his phone. “It’s 7.20, and you still have twenty-five minutes. Do you want to spend those minutes with me or spend them gazing at the night sky?”

My eyes widened with surprise. “Were you watching me?”

Veer scratched the back of his neck and gently nodded his head. “Yes, but you were looking cute, so I couldn't." Veer paused and looked at me, his eyes mirroring the same expression as mine. With an embarrassed smile, he said, "Sorry, this might make me sound very forward, but the truth remains the truth after all.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at Veer, whose confident demeanour had flown out of his system. “And now you look really cute this way.”

The boy simply smiled and looked at the ground. His pinkish lips curled beautifully as he smiled, and my smile grew even bigger after watching him smile.

Who knew boys can be so adorable too?

“By the way, what do you dance?”

I sit down on the bench while answering. “I do Bharatanatyam.”

Veer’s eyes lit up. “I have a friend who dances classical too. She does Kathak though.” Glancing at the empty space beside me, he asked, “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”

He sat down beside me but maintained a healthy gap between us. “Yeah, but I also didn’t want to accidentally invade your space.”

My face softened. There are considerate people still in this time and generation.

“So, what are you studying?” I asked while removing the dupatta from my neck.

“Engineering. Computer science. You?”

“Biotechnology.”

“Wow. Science and dance go together. That’s really impressive, Sameera.”

There, once again, I felt myself melt. I wanted to savour the sound of my name from his ips, and all of this sounds so weird, but I couldn’t help it. My brain and my nervous system were sending weird signals to each other.

“What hobbies do you have, Veer?”

Veer turned his face towards me. I observed his curly eyelashes fall so gracefully each time he blinks. “Nothing much. I like to read and maybe go sightseeing nearby when I feel like it.”

“That’s nice.”

We stayed quiet. Veer fiddled with his thumbs, and sometimes he would sneak glances at me, which I would ignore while smiling to myself. After a few minutes, I could hear the sound of buzzing crickets and croaking frogs. Veer looked at me, his eyes sparkling under the white street lamp above us, and said, “I moved here a week ago. I like this society. It’s spacious, and there’s a lot of greenery around.”

Moving my eyes around the flower bushes and trees lining the sides of the roads, I nodded in agreement. “That’s true. The nights are really peaceful here.”

He smiled. It was a soft acknowledging smile, which made me smile too. We then turned our faces away from each other and moved our gaze to the front, silently embracing the comfortable quiet surrounding us until my phone rang up.

“Niche hai na upar aate vakt curry patta todke lana toh,” my mother said on the phone before abruptly disconnecting the call. I could hear the loud sound of the grinder, which meant my mother had begun preparing for dinner.

Veer, with a knowing grin, remarked, “Curry patta toh mujhe bhi lana hai. Let’s go together then.”

I pursed my lips and replied, “Do you really want curry patta, or is it just another excuse to spend time with me?”

Shrugging his shoulder, Veer ruffled his fluffy, wavy hair and, with a boyish grin, said, “Oh, I am here only to make friends. It’s my good luck that a pretty girl like you is the first friend I get to make.”

I got up from the bench and straightened my kurti. “Woah! Friends already?”

My mind fixated on the pretty girl comment, but of course I acted nonchalant about it.

“I am not into that acquaintance, then friends bullshit. Do log mile baat kiye hasi mazak hua aur dost banne.”

Shaking my head at Veer, I walked outside the park with Veer following me. “Chalo phir dost. Let’s get curry patta.”

***

[Veer’s POV]

That night I saw Sameera dancing through her window. I couldn’t hear the song, but I could see her movements, her hand gestures and her lovely, bright smile. She was acting as a shy girl in love to whatever song she was playing in her room, but she looked really cute and I couldn’t help but watch her dance with a smile on my face though my rational mind deems it to be a very creepy action.

I watched Sameera lead me towards the small group of trees behind the junction between A and B block from where I could get curry patta. To be honest, my mother too had asked me to get a few curry leaves for dinner and I was about to ask the security guard for it but luck favoured me and I got Sameera.

Sameera, through the window looked adorable and her dance was good too, but in front of me, she looked ten times prettier. Sweat on women does make them appear hotter, though. I could see the light making her collarbones shine and my eyes carefully observed a lone sweat droplet move down her neck as graceful as Sameera’s hand gestures.

Later, when she wrapped the dupatta around her neck and shoulders, she looked even more cute.

Sameera switched on the flashlight on her phone and moved her neck diagonally upwards. Her eyes looked me through the corners and she said, “Just make sure that nobody catches you plucking these, okay?”

She plucked two branches, one for me and one for herself. Handing the curry leaves to me, she said, “Yeh lo dosti ka pehla gift. Curry patta.”

Thanking her, I took my curry patta from her and stepped back to move out from the dense shrubs around us that were brimming with buzzing mosquitoes. Sameera’s flashlight lit my way ahead because the dry twigs could easily make a person trip and fall down if not careful enough.

A few leaves crunched beneath my feet, and as I had barely walked four steps ahead when heard Sameera gasp. Immediately, I turned around only to find her laughing in embarrassment while twirling the dupatta around her arm.

“My dupatta made me trip a little.”

In concern, I asked her. “You sure? No cuts, right?”

She waved her arm, causing the dupatta to fly right in front of my face. “Oh, not at all. I didn’t fall down. It was only a misstep.”

Sameera looked fine enough, so I didn’t question any further. I lit my flashlight too and walked outside the clustered trees and shrubs with Sameera carefully marking her steps in the dark.

Taking a turn, we both now stood in the parking lot of A block. Sameera walked near the lift and said, “It was nice meeting you Veer.” She pressed the lift button and turned to me. “Hope to see you around.”

I loved her voice, especially when she took my name. Her sweet gentle voice made my name sound sweeter, and it made me feel warm in my chest. Giving her a two-finger salute, I replied, “Oh, you will definitely see me around. Until next time.”

She waved at me and stepped inside the lift. I watched her until the lift doors closed in front of me. I began walking back home while whistling all the way, my mind still thinking about the adorable Sameera, her voice and her illuminating smile.

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mj3llyfish · 13 days

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Fallen angel!Adam x Moth Healer!Reader

Chapter 3: The beautiful light

(Ch.1) (Ch.2) (Ch.3)

Warnings: Swearing, nightmares, cannibalism, and smoking

A/n: Just wanna thank all the peeps that were able to vote on the poll I made a few days ago <33 Had no idea what to do for the story so voting really helped me. Also this one’s kinda L O N G, I just had a lot of ideas for this part. (Also this song just reminded me of this fic listen to it PLS)

Adam’s pov:

Another weird ass dream, ever since I moved in this chicks hip-dip apartment I’ve been getting them. It’s mostly the day of the extermination, I can’t believe I didn’t turn back as soon as they started fighting back. Now I let everyone in heaven down, even Lute.

Whatever, I need to go wiz. I should probably stay quiet otherwise that butterfly bitch might wa-

Third dream pov (idk what to call it):

Before Adam can finish his thoughts, he looks towards the mirror, revealing his angel form but severely injured, and with a large gaping wound in his chest, surrounded by blood. Adam lets out a startled yelp, backing up against the bathroom door, awakening him.

Normal third pov:

Adam wakes up, startled at his new dream. He had still been lying on the couch, but his eyes wider than ever. He sits up, some of the leather couch sticking against his sweaty body, scratching the back of his head. The grey morning sky shined between the window blinds, he wanted to go back to sleep, but who could after a dream like that?

Adam rushes to the bathroom, quickly opening the door and turning on the lights, heading straight to the mirror. He gently touches his left horn, feeling a mix of relief but also disappointment that he’s back in his new body.

A lousy cough escapes his chapped lips, feeling that his throat is dry, and decides to get water from the kitchen tap, grabbing a mug and filling it up with water. Sure it tasted weird and warm, but he didn’t care. He chugged the nearly the whole thing in one sip, with some water spilling from the cup to his chin hairs. Adam slams the cup against the table.

Suddenly, a displeasing alarm goes off in the distance. He realizes that he’s not alone in here, what could that alarm be for tho? Y/n steps out of from her room still in her pajamas, yawning.

“Oh Adam!... What are you doing up this early?” She asks while heading to the kitchen. “I dunno man, just felt like it.” He responds in annoyance, “What are you doing up this early? You’re the one with the annoying ass alarm.”

Y/n rolls her eyes a bit while opening the fridge and taking out a box of frozen waffles, “I just have somethings to do today, so I thought I’d wake up early. I’m planning to pick up something from cannibal town.” She begins putting some waffles in a toaster while making herself a latte. “Gasp, you should totally come!!” Y/n exclaims excitedly.

Adam looks alarmed, offended even, and just stairs in confusion. “Y/n, why in the fuck, would I want to go anywhere, in this miserable place.” He says in a brutally honest manner. “I mean seriously, are you blind? Have you seen what goes on out there??” Adam pulls y/n to the window opening the blinds, revealing a guy getting his brains blown out.

Y/n cringes at the sight, “okay yeah it’s not great, but cannibal town is pretty enjoyable! Cmon you’ll see what I mean when we go there, plus you get to try out those wings of yours.” She says pointing at his scaly two scaly things, leading Adam to spread one of them a bit.

Y/n stares at Adam waiting for an answer, he sighs in annoyance, “eugh, fine I’ll go. Whatever means I can crash in here.” She then jumps in excitement, “Yess!! Also you’re going to have to pay at least half of the rent here if you wanna stay.” (He really thought 😭)

Time skip: 2hours

Adam waits on the couch waiting for y/n to finish up getting ready, y/n was lucky to find her old roommates clothes in his size. He has a leather jacket, along with black jeans and a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt. He’s wearing the same boots he wore when he got here tho, he thought they’d look good with his jacket. Adam flinches at the sudden steps of y/n who just finished up, walking in the room.

“Sorry, I didnt scare you did I?” She says chuckling whilst brushing her hair. She had a long forest green skirt, along with a brown laced top and a cardigan that only reached her elbows. “So do you wanna fly or walk there? I can teach you how!”

Adam realizes, he has to pretend he doesn’t know how to fly, otherwise she might get suspicious. He assumes that since one angel has fallen, then there must be a shit ton. He can’t let her know that he’s the reason for the exterminations. “yeah, yeah totally totes you can definitelyteachmehowtoflymanandstuffhahahha” He rambles on while his eyebrows are furrowed and making finger guns to him, noticeably sweating his ass off.

Y/n notices this, then coming to a conclusion. “I know why you’re nervous, Adam..” She says gently, while looking up at him. Adam panics, nearly choking on his spit, “Ar-Ar you serious?”

“Yeah..

you must be afraid of heights!” She exclaimed happily, truly a eureka moment for this woman. Adam sighs in relief, the most unbearable relief anyone has ever felt. “I knew it from the moment I saw you, it’s always the tall ones.” She says shaking her head. “We don’t have to fly, Adam. It’s only a mile or two away, we’ll get there in no time!” Y/n adds picking up her messenger bag. “Now, let’s get going!” She says with a bright smile.

As they step onto the sidewalk, y/n notices that Adam seems a bit cautious. Normally when he was in hell it was to commit a massacre, not having to worry about a sinner hurting them because-well they couldn’t at the time. But now things are different, he’s one of them now.

“Relax,” Y/n starts, “just stay out of trouble, and stick with me. Oh and also watch your step, these guys are open to just taking a dump anywhere they’d like.”

The two begin to walk on the dirty sidewalk, y/n being extra careful about where she’s walking, but Adam doesn’t really mind stepping on a used condom or some junkies bag of coke.

“So, what’s it like up there?” Y/n asks, Adam gets alarmed at her question, stuttering a bit. “uuuUUP WHERE?”

“On earth! I heard that the sky is blue instead of red. And the animals there are not as scaly” y/n begins to stroke the soft hairs on her left wing, she was truly torturing this poor man. “How do the animals look here?” He asks, before y/n can respond,

splat!

A large red fleshy snake falls onto the ground, not really moving that much, just there. “I think that should answer your question” y/n then walks over the seemingly dead snake, while Adam does the same.

“So like, what do you guys do here all day?” Adam questions while sneering at the explicit posters causally displayed out in the open. “I mean, that depends on who you’re asking. Most people go on a rampage as soon as they get here, at least from what I see.” Y/n shrugs. “But sometimes you find a stable part of hell, or at least as stable as hell can be.” Adam becomes slightly intrigued about what she’s saying about hell. “Like, I work at a cafe around here. It’s nice but it’s a bit hard to keep up the wage when angels and demons wreck the place every now and then.” She says sadly, Adam feeling a wave of shame, that she has to live in constant fear while working because of others, and sometimes him.

Eventually, both y/n and Adam finally enter cannibal town. Adam being a bit wary, since he sees many familiar faces around the place, but not for good reason. Y/n then noticing, “Adam? You don’t look so good, is something wrong?” She questions. Adam begins to snap out of his cautious mode, “uhh, yeah?It’s not like on earth people are open to just eating each other out in the open-and NOT in the good way.” He scoffs, pointing to a gentlemen eating another’s guts out. “Oof, Rosie might wanna get that checked at.” Y/n says looking over at where Adam is pointing.

“And who the hell is Rosie??” Adam asks pretty loudly, “The mayor, but I’m sure she’s busy today. Anyways, I’m gonna go to the florist shop. Whole I go you can..” Y/n begins to look around, trying to find a place for Adam to get distracted, then finding a smoke store nearby. “-go to the smoke shop!” She suggests pointing nervously to the shop, hoping that her assumption wouldn’t offend him.

Adam stared at the shop for a bit, he had smoked before, but it was mostly when he was able to disguise himself as a human and go to earth. But he hasn’t done that in a while, last time he smoked he found himself passed out at the back of some hippies van. Ever since Sera made sure he was always watched whenever he went to earth.

“…yeah sure I’ll go smoke.” He submits. Y/n taking a breath of relief, “good! I’ll be in the shop if you need me” Y/n quickly gives him a nice 50, then going off to the flower shop.

Adam finishes his shopping trip pretty quickly, to be fair all he had was 50$ and the store was quite small. He just bought a bubbler and a pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter of course. He sits on a bench that had been between the two stores, then smoking one of the cigarettes.

He sat on that thing for at least 6 or 7 minutes. As he was sitting, he did notice that this place was nicer than every other part of hell. A bit weird to think about, how just a few days ago they were trying to kill each other. A huge gust of wind blows his cigar onto the floor, and into a puddle to his left. His attention is then drawn into the reflection for a few seconds, but he shrinks away from the pain of realizing he’s a demon now, and turns away closing his eyes.

After a good 9 minutes, y/n comes out with a woven basket of lavender, as well as candles with flowers inside of them. “Oh I took so long didn’t I?” She apologizes. “They just had a great sale on candles I couldn’t resist!” Y/n begins to sit down with Adam, hoping to rest a bit after standing round for a bit. “So, how have your last few days been down here?”

“Shitty. Do you have any eyeliner?” Adam replies manspreading, him being slightly slouched down. Y/n then scurries in her bag, hoping to find some. “I didn’t strike you as the type to wear eyeliner.” She chuckles, handing him the small stick along with a hand mirror. “What shape do you like putting it? I like a thin feline, it’s cute but basic.” Y/n shrugs, “Do I look like Jeffery star to you? I don’t know the fuckin species of eyeliner.” He laughs shaking his head giving himself a soft Smoke. Y/n laughs along with him, setting down the basket of lavender and candles between them.

“I got the lavender stuff for you.” Y/n says, Adam pauses, looking over at y/n. “…you’re not that smart are you?” Adam stares judgmentally, y/n taking lots of offense to his comment but keeping quiet. “Why do I need flowers right now? I don’t need a pity gift, especially if they’re some fucking flowers.” Adam scoffs. “No, they aren’t a pity gift or anything, I can tell you haven’t slept peacefully ever since you’ve gotten here.” Y/n removes a bit of the cloth on the basket to take one of the lavenders out. “These will be able to help you, I can make tea out of them and they’ll help you out. Or we can use the aromatherapy I got with it too, just in case you don’t like tea.” Y/n offers, she reaches over to gently grab Adam’s hand places it on hers.

“I know you’re going through a lot Adam. You don’t have to tell me why, but I need you to know that hiding your feelings wont do any good for you.” She explains giving a worried but weirdly comforting look at him, “so please, let me help you.”

Adam stares into y/n’s maroon and green eyes. He then feels as if a big weight of pressure left his chest, he’s never been able to have a person understand him like this. Especially when they don’t really know who he is. Tears slowly form in his red eyes, as y/n pulls him in for a hug. Feeling the warmth in her body made him feel safe in a way, that he could trust her. That she can always help him when he needs it. He didn’t know the exact words for it, but all he knew is that he hadn’t felt this way ever since Eden.

Adam’s dream pov:

Both Adam and y/n had gotten back to the house, it was a nice trip back since Adam finally trusted her a whole lot more. Once they got back y/n gave Adam some lavender tea, sure he would rather drink a cup of literal vomit than tea but he was desperate to sleep soundly for once. Hell, he could even sleep in jeans if we wanted to.

Adam practically throws himself on the couch, immediately going to sleep as soon as his cheek hits the pillow. He dreams of nothing but a void of darkness, as others do, but in that void he sees a familiar face in it, carrying a beautiful light with it. As the light came closer, it transformed into something Adam can only described as beauty.

He wasn't sure who it was tho, he's seen many women in his life, but he couldn't poke out who it was, only little things.The way she laughed, felt like small bubbles popping in his head. and her teeth coming from her smile, like beams of light, peaking through clusters and clusters of trees. And her eyes, oh her gorgeous eyes, like two pearls shining against the sunlight. Whoever it was, was truly gorgeous. But who was it?

Lilith?

Eve?

Lute?

No, it can’t be

You just met her..

Y/n? ♡

#Spotify #hazbin hotel #adam hazbin x reader #Adam x reader #viziepop #idk #hazbin hotel adam #lol #x reader #Fanfic #adam hazbin hotel #jellywrites #dividers by dolly

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illbringthechaosmagic · 2 years

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❝ touch yourself for me. ❞ ~from Jean

Wanda was never one to disobey her orders. As she laid back in their bed, her hand moved down between her legs, her fingers brushing between her folds before pushing inside herself with a moan. Though she far preferred the feeling of the other fucking her, she would do as she asked until such times as she took over. As she continued, she peered over at her and whined, moaning her name in hopes she was doing her proud.

#arxchnoverture #ch: jean grey #ns;fw

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roguestorm · 7 months

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[Transcription of Angelica's speech bubbles:

At the gala, when it was clear we'd lost, Jean telepathically inserted memories into Stasis' head about recruiting me and being a double agent so I could help whoever survived in whatever way I could, and before she could tell anyone else, she died -- and now I'm here alone trying to do what I can, and I didn't ask for this, but Jean did it anyway and said I had to volunteer, but I didn't really volunteer, and I didn't even want to be an X-Man, but now that I am, I know I can be important - I can be of service. I am a mutant and I'm proud. I r-resist.]

Kitty heard a story about Jean a) creating secrets, b) drafting people into roles they didn't want, and c) altering memories, and she was immediately like, "Yeah, I buy that because it sounds exactly like her." Love my girl <3

#m.txt #x men blogging #s: x men v6 #ch: heart and soul #you do really have to feel for angelica though #she didn't ask for any of this. she is consistently defined by her reluctance to be in the x-men.#and NOW that reluctance has been turned into a reason why she's perfect for an even more dangerous job #jean grey

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annie115 · 3 months

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One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready Pt. 3 CL16 x Female!Driver!Reader

Authors note: Third and final part of my mini series, let me know how you liked it! :) I´m also open for requests :)

Warnings: SMUT, Minors dni, 18+, alcohol, rough language, unprotective sex (stay safe!)

Summary: Charles shows you how irresponsible it is to fuck around like you did

Three to get ready

One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready

You´re a Formula One driver for two years now. This season you managed to be fourth in the driver´s championship and the future was looking good for you. You were currently enjoying your winter break, decorating your new apartment in Monaco. You finally managed to get a nice place there, since most of your friends were living there.

Tonight you had nothing big planned, just a nice evening with dinner, wine and your favourite movie. Turns out, your friends had other plans. You were just about to look for recipes when the door bell rang. It was already around 9pm, who would come by now? You pressed the button of the intercom system to ask who´s there. Nowadays you couldn’t be careful enough, there were always some creeps who could find out your address. “Who is it?” you ask. “Your favourite drivers on the grid!!” you heard Lando´s voice and had to smirk. You opened the door and there they were. Charles, Lando and Max, one drunker than the other.

“Hey guys, what´s up?” you asked before they let themselves in. “We wanted to check on our favourite girl and ask her if she could make us something to eat”, Lando said and gave you a kiss on your cheek. You chuckled and shook your head. “I can´t believe you. Where have you been and why the hell did you drink so much? You smell like a bar, each of you!” You went ahead to the kitchen, deciding that you will make chicken pasta since it was easy and you knew that the boys liked it. The three of them followed you like baby ducks. “Wine!” Max shouted and you turned around. “Hands away! That´s mine and you´ve had enough!” Max pouted and sat down on your couch. You prepared three glasses of water and handed each of them one. “Drink”, you ordered and they did as they were told. “Can you make chicken pasta, y/n?” Charles asked, looking cuter than ever. All three of them looked incredibly gorgeous tonight, you had to admit. Lando´s hair was a little bit longer than usual and his curls were clearly visible. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and light-coloured pants with white sneakers. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and you were able to see his Rolex and a few bracelets. Max was wearing a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket above it. His black jeans completed the look and due to his dark outfit his blonde hair seemed to be brighter than usual. Charles was just wearing jeans and a grey sweatshirt, but he looked tasty as always. All of them looked tasty and thousands of girls would die to have them in their living room. For you, they were just three very hot but goofy guys who you also used to work with so this wasn’t new to you. “Yeah Charlie, I can make chicken pasta”, you answered and he was happy like a child. “So, where have you been?” you asked while preparing the dinner.

Lando nipped on his water. “Well, we started at Charles´ place with some Gin Tonic and went to Fredo´s bar then”, he answered. You chuckled. Fredo´s bar was one of the most popular bars in Monaco and the barkeeper was a friend of the drivers. The fact that they were there explained while they were that drunk. Charles stood up and came towards you, while you were putting the pasta in the pot with boiling water. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you smelled his scent. The typical Charles´ scent, a little woody mixed with mint and his hair gel. The scent and his touch fogged you up a little and you closed your eyes. “You look pretty tonight, Cherie”, he whispered and Max clapped his hands. “Get a room, you two! But not until dinner´s ready!” You laughed and Charles turned away from you. “He´s right, though. You look good. What were you up to today?” Lando asked while scanning your body. Actually, you were glad that you didn’t put on your pyjamas yet how you planned it. You were home all day that´s why you were wearing grey sweatpants, a brown crop top and a white jacket. Additionally you were wearing the necklaces you always had on. “I did nothing, to be honest. Just some decorating, cleaning, unpacking”, you answered and prepared the chicken while the noodles were cooking in the pot. “I can help you if you want”, Max said and stood up from the couch, stumbling towards you. You laughed. “Please don’t! Sit down. You´re so drunk you will burn down the place”. Max pouted again but instead of sitting down he opened your fridge. “Do you have something better than water?” he asked and you chuckled. “Nothing which is not alcoholic”, you answered. “That’s fine. That´ll do”, he answered and you turned around to look what he took out the fridge. A bottle of vodka and a bottle of white wine. “Uh yeah”, Lando said and placed his sunglasses on his nose. You chuckled again but decided that you were on winter break, so why not having some fun? “Glasses are in the cupboard”, you said and Max got them out while Charles handed you your glass of wine from earlier.

The plates were empty and so were two bottles of white wine. You were all sitting on the couch, talking about something when Lando suggested to play a game. “Let´s play never have I ever! I haven’t played that in ages!” he said excited and you laughed when he grabbed the vodka bottle. “Forget it! We can´t play that with vodka, we will be in the hospital after ten questions! Let´s open another bottle of wine”. Lando wiggled his eyebrows. “Your naughty girl, it´s not my fault you have to drink for every question.” “I think she´s right”, Max interjected. “There are a lot of questions where everybody has to drink so maybe the wine is a better choice”. Lando sighed and poured each glass with the third bottle of wine, before he opened the game on his phone. He cleared his throat before reading the first question. Charles was sitting next to you, having one arm wrapped around your hip. You didn’t exactly know when the two of you have become that close but you enjoyed it way too much, you would have never asked him to stop. Besides, you two already had your moments where you almost ended up fucking in a club. It never happened, but it was obvious that you were attracted to each other. The alcohol was already befuddling your senses and you moved closer to Charles to lean on his chest.

“Okay”, Lando started. “Never ever have I gotten a speeding ticket”. All of you took a glass of your sip and you laughed. “I would like to know if there´s one racing driver without a speeding ticket”, Max said, slurring a little. “I can´t imagine Oscar driving that fast with his normal car. He´s so responsible all the time”, Lando said and you chuckled. “Okay, next question. Never ever have I made out with more than one person in one night”. You pressed your lips together, hoping that somebody would drink. Nobody did and you sighed while laying the glass on your lips. All three boys turned to you. “What the fuck? Really?” You laughed. “Relax, guys. It´s not like I fucked two guys in one night. We were playing truth or dare and I had to kiss two friends of mine”, you answered. “Naughty girl. But I knew that already”, Lando said and winked. You shushed him and gave him a slight slap on his shoulders. Nobody knew that you and Lando hooked up in a night club in Las Vegas a few months ago. It was hot, sexy and probably the best sex you´ve ever had. But it was a one time thing, exactly as the little hook up with Max in Silverstone.

But that was something neither Lando nor Charles knew of. A few months ago you almost crashed into each other in Silverstone. You managed to turn your car so that you didn’t touch and afterwards both of you needed a little break before the press conference. You bumped into each other in the room where they stored the racing suits in the paddock and there it happened. At first you felt bad, since you already hooked up with two guys from the grid but honestly, what the hell? You were single, the boys were single and you didn’t owe anyone an explanation. You were just having fun.

“Why did you shush him? Is there something we don’t know?” Charles asked while he pinched your waist a little. “Nope, nothing”, you slurred and giggled, not being able to keep the secret due to your current state of mind. “Don´t be shy, y/n. You can tell them how I ruined you in that night club in Vegas”, Lando said chuckling and finished his wine glass. “Lando shut up”, you said while hiding your face behind your hands. If you´d been less drunk you would have noticed that Charles grip around your waist got stronger. “You fucked in a night club?” Max asked laughing. “You seem to like public places, y/n”, he continued which made you blush even more. “Shut up, shut up, shut up”, you mumbled but it was too late. Lando and Max gave each other a high five, another sign of how drunk they were. “I will show you how irresponsible it is to fuck around like this”, Charles whispered in your ear, all of a sudden. You´re body reacted with goosebumps. You swallowed, hard. Before you could react to his words he stood up and pulled you with him. “Let yourself out, guys”, he said harshly while pulling you into the bedroom.

“Charles, we can´t just-“ he interrupted you by pressing his lips on yours. While kissing you, he pressed you against the door of your bedroom. “All this time I didn’t flirt with you because I thought it would be inappropriate.” His hard cock pushed against your thigh as he grabbed your waist. “You have no idea how long I wanted to make you mine, how long I´ve wanted to fuck you”. His words combined with his kisses on your neck made you dripping. You heard how somebody opened and closed the front door, showing you that Lando and Max really left the place. “Finally”, Charles whispered and grabbed the waist of your sweatpants to pull them down. His fingers went to your slip. “So fucking wet for me already”, he moaned. “If I would have known that you´re a little slut I would have marked you as mine the first day you entered the paddock”, he said, spreading kisses on your ear. You moaned, not being able to take a straight thought. His hands over your body were all you could think about. “Please, Charles”, you gasped when he slid his fingers over your clit. Without a further warning he pushed one finger inside of you, making you moan louder. Your hands ripped off his sweater, making you gaze on his trained body. You touched his shoulders and went over his abs while he was thrusting more fingers inside of you.

“Be a good girl”, he finally said and laid a hand on your head to force you to get on your knees. You knew exactly what he wanted, his demanding tone was turning you on incredibly. You pulled down his jeans and boxers and his boner was literally jumping in your face, the tip covered with pre cum. You looked up to him with wide eyes, you didn’t expect it to be that big. He petted your head before he wrapped your pony tail around his hand. You started jerking him off a little, before you licked over his tip. He let out a quiet moan. You opened your mouth, allowing him to thrust himself in it completely. “Fuck”, he gasped while moving his hips. You closed your eyes, trying to get used to his size in your mouth. After a while you started sucking him off using your hands as well as your mouth to give him ultimate pleasure. You could already feel his cock pulsating.

“Stop”, he gasped and pulled you up on your feet. He took of your jacket and the top to take a look at you. “You´re so beautiful”, he whispered, before he pushed you onto the bed. His lips striped over your knees and thighs before he kissed the spot below your lust. Your upper thighs were wet from your juice, you were literally dripping for him. He sunk his mouth into your sweet spot and you moaned. The way he slipped his tongue over your clit and added two fingers almost pushed you over the edge. “Cha-“, you gasped when you felt your climax coming closer. Your thighs were shaking and he stopped, looking up to you. “You´re not coming anywhere but on my cock, Cherie”, he said and pushed himself up, leaned his elbows on both sides next to your face and thrusted himself inside of you. A loud moan escaped your mouth and you threw your head back. “So-fucking-tight”, he moaned and his movements got faster when he got used to your tightness. Your eyes were teary and your mind foggy, you couldn’t think about anything but how much you wanted to come. “Please let me come Charles”, you begged when he rubbed your clit with his fingers. He tilted his head a little and smirked at you. “Come all over my cock, amour”. And so you did. Your legs were shaking as you finally reached your climax, your cunt clenching around his cock. “Fuck”, he gasped while coming inside of you. He rolled down of you and grabbed a tissue from the night stand to clean you up. “Finally”, you almost said at the same time and chuckled.

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#formula 1 #charles leclerc #fanfiction #smut #max verstappen #landonorris #racing #femaledriver

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