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komelrebi-san · 5 months

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gem ♡ boy band ver.

will be performing in a band in talent show and it gave me ideas

feat.: guitarist! childe, drummer! itto, bassist! diluc, keyboardist! kaveh, vocalist! venti synopsis: Hoyo Entertainment recently debuted a boy band! and you are their pretty little stage-styling manager. the catch? they can't seem to keep their hands off you...

a/n: i got carried away oops

tw: MDNI!!, characters slightly ooc, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kiddos!!), semi-public sex, slight voyeurism, dacryphilia, p->v penetration, slight breeding, semi-clothed sex, edging/orgasm denial, hand fetish, praise kink, riding, marking (hickies), oral f!/m! receiving, slight manhandling, size kink, tummy bulge, tell me if there's more!

don't like, don't read.

guitarist! childe

always laughing on stage, bright cobalt eyes twinkling as he played

the kind to vibe with his members on stage, looking over at them now and then with a wide grin on his face

the cheeky smile he sends to the audience, the kind of smile where dimples appear at the corner of his lips, paired along with a charismatic wink, makes the audience go crazy

but who cares about the audience when he knows that you're backstage, watching?

always makes sure to throw his head back at back at the end of the song when he strums the last chord

he knows you can see his adam apple bob in his throat, he knows you can see how the light hits his jaw line, he knows you can see the sweat dripping down the side of his face, he knows you can see him pant and his hair stick to his forehead

he knows he's hot, and he knows you get antsy when you hear the fans scream

he's definitely the kind to stare at you intently when you're brushing highlighter onto his face, or using a blue eyeliner that matched his big eyes

'mhm? you're blushing~' he remarks, raising a hand to push away yours that's holding the eyeliner pen before cupping your cheek

insists that you kiss him before you go on stage, for good luck purposes only!

(not just that though, your lips are so soft, of course he'd wanna kiss them)

'ajax, you're gonna smudge your lip- mmh!' and he plants his lips firmly on yours, long slender fingers brushing against your waist

he laughs when he sees your red face, turning to walk on stage but not forgetting to plant another kiss on your cheek

oh, it's so cute, he thinks. he does it every time but you never fail to please him with your flushed cheeks

he knows you stare at his hands - dextrous fingers, prominent knuckles and veins, he knows you practically drool over them when he plays guitar

and you make the prettiest sounds when his fingers work their way into your panties

'wait- ajax- not here-' and he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, relishing the whimper that bubbled up your throat

'not here, mhm? that's not what your pretty little cunt says, princess. you're dripping wet, i can just slip my fingers right in.'

you're quite sure that you saw stars when his fingers reach a spot inside you that you'll never be able to reach with your own fingers

he chuckles when you break off the heated kiss, a loud moan tumbling out of your pretty lips when he curled his fingers inside you

'no no no, we can't have that, mhm? people are gonna hear.' childe leans in to whisper in your ear, raising his other hand to cover your mouth as you whined.

'unless...that's what you're into. you want them to hear, do you? you want them to hear how good i'm making you feel? naughty girl.'

he laughs breathily when you moan again, the sound muffled by his hand, lewd squelching resonating in the dressing room when he scissors his fingers in your cunt

'tell you what, if you are good and stay quiet, i'll let you cum. how's that?' and he grins when you nod feverishly, bucking your hips into his hand.

he knows you can't stay quiet, he knew, but maybe he'd play nice today, since you're so desperate for his touch, mhm?

he hears venti call for him, so he curls his fingers in a 'come here' motion, pushing his finger pads against that spot inside you that made your legs quiver

with a muffled cry, you gush around his fingers, juices dribbling down your thighs as your walls clamped tight around his fingers

'good girl.' he says, licking your juices clean from his fingers, grinning when you groan at the sight. 'wish me luck, mhm? maybe i'll treat you later.'

drummer! itto

the kinda guy that laughs while throwing his head back as he plays, especially when one of his band members pull off something sick

twirls his drumstick, it looks so cool fr fr

his arms!

there's this once when you told him being able to play drums is cool, so he tried to teach you

made you sit in the drum stool and sat in a chair behind you, wrapping his arms around your figure to take your hands in his own, guiding your hands holding the drumsticks to hit the different drums

back against his firm chest, veins gliding over knuckles when he squeezed your hands gently

oof his hands completely covered your own bc yours were so much smaller than his

you can see the muscles flexing in his arm when he plays, oof he's so strong

and he knows it, he wears tank tops all the time for a reason, bc tank tops meant that ppl can see his arms, good god

in between songs, he runs a hand through his hair and takes a drink of water from his bottle - but you're right there, backstage, watching their performance

so instead, he gulps the water because he knows you see his adams apple bobble up and down

he pours some of the water on his head (under the excuse of the heat) because he knows you can see the water wet his shirt (sticking to his muscles) and lifts his shirt to dry the sweat running down his face

he sees you staring, really - he sees you staring when he twirls his drumstick and pass it from finger to finger, knuckle to knuckle; he sees you staring when he stretches after a performance

'Sorry about my hair, it must give you a lot of trouble, huh?' He says as you stood in front of him, trying your best to curl the hair that fell beside his face

the way his voice was quiet and slightly husky, the way his large hands were dangerously low on your hips, the way he leaned closer to you whilst pulling you into him - everything about him made you melt

you give him a rather nervous smile before leaving him to change into his outfit, but wait - he pulls you back into him

the way he's manhandling you is so hot, ngl

partially, itto really wants to just prove his strength and manliness to you, to prove that he's the best because he knew his band members want you too (who wouldn't, mhm???)

your back was against the wall, his hands hooked under your knees holding you up while his hips rutted into you

'fuck, look at you, taking my big fat cock so well.' he groans. his cock tip was probably kissing your cervix because he was so big. he gripped your blush thighs tight, groaning when your cunt sucks him back in

'shit, you're so tight, doll.' he pants, laughing at your terrible attempt at trying to form a sentence, only incoherent babbles exit your mouth. 'i bet none of the others fuck you like this, mhm?'

you can barely think as he works you impossibly close to your climax, eyes rolled to the back of your head

'fu- i- i'm gonna cum.' he pants, lifting you slightly so that his cock head pressed against your g-spot every time, loud cries ripped from your throat at feeling the knot in your tummy threatening to unravel

he possibly got even harder at seeing your tummy bulge

'yeah? you want me to fill you up? you gonna take my cum like a good girl?' you couldn't answer him, drool running down the corner of your lips, tongue lolling out, way too fucked out to think or respond. but he knew your answer when you whined loudly, walls fluttering around him

he thinks you look pretty, even prettier than usual - barely able to walk, his cum running down your thighs

bassist! diluc

he's the quiet one

but bc of the kind of aura he has, bro's popularity skyrocketed

actually not the type to wear rings and shit, he likes stuff simple

but! the fans went wild when he started wearing them at your suggestion

upon noticing his popularity dramatically increase, kazuha started including more bass riffs in the songs

actually has a good singing voice, but only shines when he does adlibs for venti's vocals

he looks so good on stage, sheesh

long red hair usually pulled back into a ponytail with small braids here and there, bangs curled to frame his face perfectly, rings adorning his long fingers (very much at your genius suggestion, big thank you)

like childe, he interacts with his members on stage

doesn't just open up to everyone, but feels really close to his band members

he's not as outgoing about it, he only subtly shows his trust in his companions

he gives everyone a reassuring nod before lowering his head again to look at his fingers strumming the strings, or pressing down on the fingerboard

bobs his head slightly as he plucks the strings

redid his hair once in the middle of a concert, but he did it by fixing his hair while biting on his hairtie

ooof that was so hot

gentle in his approaches, generally prioritises you and your needs over everything

always brings an extra bottle of water to the dressing room - oh, one of them is for you

gives you a small but sincere smile as you lean closer, gently dabbing eyeshadow/doing eyeliner

the kind to lean closer to you, tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your ear before stroking your cheek

'thank you,' he whispers, leaning in to press the lightest peck to your cheek, before making his way to the stage, not forgetting to give you a small smile - a smile that he reserved only for you

oof i'm whipped

he rlly loves it when you do his hair, bc you're so gentle with him

catches your eyes in the mirror as you worked away on his hair, curling iron in one hand, hairbrush in the other, bobby pins held in your pursed lips and clips on your sweater sleeve

your touch feels so nice, oop

oh, you look so cute, he thinks. you look so cute when you're all focused on him, and not focused on childe's/venti's shenanigans

but - you look even cuter when you're on your knees in front of him, pouty lips wrapped around his dick, struggling to take all of him in your mouth

'you look so pretty like this.' he says, cupping your jaw in one of hands

quiet for the most part, but when you struggle take more of him inside your mouth, pressing your tongue flat against the underside of his shaft and raise a hand to fondle his balls, he loses it

a gutteral groan rumbled from his chest, throwing his head back, reaching to hook his hand on the back of your head, he pushed your head down slightly as he tangles his fingers in your hair

'you're doing so- ah- so good.' he pants, tugging your hair slightly as he bucked his hips, smiling slightly when you gag as his tip hits the back of your throat, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you whimpered

'you look so pretty, good god.' he groans, rutting his hips into your mouth as he cums down your throat

keyboardist! kaveh

pretty!

his hair is so soft!

literally doesn't give you any trouble when you try to style it

tie it up into a ponytail, half-up, braid it - anything works and anything looks pretty on him, and he has zero objections in you trying out new stuff

does the thing where he drums the desk or his thigh or the arms of the chair, his deft fingers playing his keyboard part, tapping away

at first it was really annoying, geez

but it slowly became comforting, calming, even

almost like a kind of silent noise at the back of your mind, soothing you as you do his makeup

big eyes peer up at you, batting his lashes innocently when you are not working away at his eye makeup

and when you are, a soft smile dances on the curves of his lips, feeling the brush against his eyelids or along the corner of his eyes

he's so gentle, so sweet with you, you could practically see all his affection towards you pour out of his eyes

your heart aches when he's around you because his attention is all on you

but at the same time, he wants, needs, craves your attention so bad at the best of times

quite affectionate with you too

ruffles your hair, pats your cheek, swings an arm around your shoulders - you name it

my gosh, have you seen his music scores?

any and all space is filled with doodles of you - and they look so accurate!

he's always focused on every little detail on your face, every tiny perfect imperfection, he can't get enough of you because you're so pretty that it hurts

it's only fair that he captures your beauty perfectly, since you make him look so pretty when he goes on stage

clingy! he's basically half hugging you when he peers up at you, taking in how you were frowning slightly as you worked away at his face, tracing his cheekbone with a dab of highlighter

takes advantage of every single chance he has to be alone with you, and that's how you ended up being pulled onto his lap as his bandmates filed out of the dressing room, heading onto the stage first

'ka- kaveh, you have to go on stage-' you manage to stutter, feeling him grind his bulge into your aching cunt

'shh, you want this too, no?' he whispers, leaning in to press openmouthed kisses to your collarbone

but it was obvious you were needy - small hand fisting and clutching his shirt tight, humping your hips against him to match his rhythm, quiet whimpers leaving your throat when you feel his erection against your barely clothed cunt

'you're so cute.' he says breathily, tugging you closer to him whilst moulding his lips with yours

oh, his lips are so soft, and he tasted so sweet - like strawberry and peach blossoms and all kinds of other nice things, you can never get enough - he tasted just as sweet as the way he treated you

and when he finally slips inside you, both of you groaned loudly, not even caring about other people hearing

you felt so full - his long-fingered hands on your hips, helping you move up and down on his cock

'i can feel myself here.' he pants, caressing the bulge in your tummy with his warm palm. 'shit- your gonna kill me with your clenching- god- just- just relax, yeah? i've gotchu.'

just like he knew all the small details on your face, he also knew exactly how to work his way around your body

'shh shh, you're doing so good for me, so good.' he praises, leaning in to suck on your neck, pretty red and purple marks blooming across your soft skin.

'i'm- nngh- i'm close.' you manage to make out, hands on his shoulder to support yourself.

'i know, princess. me too. cum with me, yeah?' he smiles, pulling you to him to cradle your head in his neck, voice cracking when he feels your walls clamp down on him again

he brought a hand down to swipe across your clit, feeling you quiver in his touch

with a sob, you cum around him, white strings of both your juices dripping out of your cunt as he pulled out

'good girl.' he says, leaning in to press another sweet kiss to your lips.

vocalist! venti

cheeky little shit

straightup just blatantly stares at you in the mirror when you're doing his hair

peeks under your skirt you're bent over, grabbing tools and getting ready to do his makeup (oh, how he wished he can bury his head between your legs)

always always always makes you dye his hair

under the excuse that the other styling team members never gets the turquoise colour quite right

'they can't mix the same colour like you can.' he complains, whining about you rushing off to do kaveh's hair instead of paying attention to him

no, that's a lie, because it literally has nothing to do with hair colours whatsoever

he just thinks that his hair should be only for you to touch and stroke

of course, he's exclusively yours, and only yours

the fans love him - he's lively, he hypes up the concert, he interacts with the fans while singing, leaning over the stage to highfive and take selfies with them

but he's yours, and only yours

stopped doing his braids by himself - must be you that does it!

whines that he can't do it as well as you do, but actually just really enjoys your touch

'ehehe, is this the tint that you use for your cheeks?' he asks, leaning in until you were nose-to-nose, while you are dusting his cheeks with the pretty blush

you don't reply, opting on leaning back to continue doing his makeup

he knew you were only trying your best to convince yourself, because you were staring at him, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, hands shaking slightly

'you always make me look so good on stage, i was wondering how you do that...is it because you use the same things personally? ehehe, i knew it~' he laughs, teal coloured eyes twinkling in feign innocence as he grabs your wrist, tugging you closer to him again

'hey, what flavour is your lip balm today?' he asks, batting his lashes, the rather mischievous glint doesn't leave his eyes as he leans in

but he doesn't wait for you to answer, this little shit guy literally just leans in to sneak a kiss by pressing his lips to yours, relishing the muffled 'mnhm!' of surprise

oh, you are so cute

the fans call him cute, but only if they knew, really, that you are the cutest

you're so sweet - you smell sweet, you and so sweet towards him, and you taste so sweet

your lips taste so sweet (oh, they are strawberry today) - but your cunt tastes even sweeter

he's obsessed with your taste - nose nudging at your clit, tongue eagerly prodding at your entrance, finally delving into your hole when he's had enough of slurping at your arousal

'you taste so sweet.' he groans, the vibrations against your folds drawing another whimper from you

'ven- venti-' you pant, but your voice disappears when he moves his mouth to suck on your clit, 2 dainty fingers slipping into your hole

'fuck- i can do this for hours.' he's almost whining, though really you are the one at his mercy. he was on his knees while you sat on the desk, desperately bucking your hips into his face as he worked his way around your folds

it was so lewd, you think. the loud slurps, your juices and drool dribbling down venti's chin, his whimpers and whines as he buried his face into your crotch as angelic as ever

who, amongst the countless number of fans, would think that their idol who had the most beautiful voice, singing songs that praised innocent, sincere love - would be here, your plush thighs opened wide, muffled whines leaving his mouth as he begged to taste you more?

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adams-angels · 2 months

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Hello dear writer! Whenever you have time would you consider doing a fluff and maybe smut piece about how Adam would be on a restaurant date? I’m so curious how he would act since they didn’t have dates when he was alive a trillion billion million years ago.

And Valentine’s Day has me way up in the feels 🥹

Thank you bebe 🩵

A bit late for Valentine's day but better late than never babes 😎 this was longer than I was expecting 🫢

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Valentines

It's been a while since Adams been on a "date" if you could even call it that. The last "date" he had was with Eve in the Garden of Eden. So... Yeah. A while might be an understatement. He also hated the day. Like many holidays. Why should SaInT vAlEnTiNe get a whole holiday after him?! Adam is the ORIGINAL dick. If anything there should be a holiday celebrated for HIM. But, whatever. You were into it. And he was into you.

He was so nervous when he asked you out for Valentine's day. He waited until last minute before finally getting the courage to ask. Ten o'clock at night he frantically knocked at your door. You hurried to answer, the panic filled your body at the knocking. It was desperate, like someone needed help. When you opened the door and saw a panting Adam you were confused. Was he hurt? Before you could say anything he put his hand up to your face signaling you to not speak as he caught his breath. It was odd why he was out of breath. He flies everywhere. Did he run? "Be- huff- will you- jesus, fuck- pant-" his hand were on his knees as he choked on his breath. "Ada-" hand in your face. Rude. He straightened himself out, at least as much as he could in the small apartment hallway. The apartment was made for smaller Winners not 8 foot Giants like Adam. "Be my Valentine?" He panted out. Of course you said yes! What can you say? You've been crushing on him for, like, ever! You never picked up that he likes you back. Even though he was never subtle. "Cool- pant- text you the deetz." He shot you some finger guns before leaving.

So now it's Valentine's day! 💘 Cupid's shot his arrow and hit you. You're feeling fun, flirty, and feisty. You put on your cutest outfit and checked yourself in the mirror. Is cute what you're going for? It's your first date. But it is Valentine's day. You don't wanna be prudish. You change into something a bit more revealing and again checked yourself. This might be a bit too sexy.. slutty even! You don't want to give the impression that you put out of the first day! Even if you do. No. This needs to be perfect. You think to yourself... "I bet Adam isn't having this much trouble."

You weren't wrong. Adam was much more relaxed. Too relaxed. Why would he be nervous? He's the man. In fact he was out right now looking at new guitars. When he left the store he saw Valentine, surrounded by his Cupid's. "Augh." Adam grunted, not wanting to interact with the Saint. "Adam!" Shit. "A little birdy told me you've got a Valentine's this year. It's been what? Centuries?" Valentine laughed. Adam rolled his eyes, then glared at him. "Yeah? So what? I figured it's a good way to get free pussy." Adam shrugged as a cocky grin formed on his face. The Cupid angels surrounding Saint Valentine cringed. "Oh, Adam. Come now! This is a holiday of love and romance. Not cheap pickups!" The man placed a hand on Adam shoulder which he immediately shrugged off. "So, are you going anywhere special? Have you bought the lucky angel flowers? Chocolates? A gift of adoration?" "Uh.. what?" "You haven't bought them anything have you?" The man laughed, putting his hand on Adams shoulder again pulling Adam closer. "Good luck getting fucked, playboy." He hissed with a wicked smirk. Valentine released Adams shoulder laughing. "Happy Valentine's days!" He said before flying away with his cupids. "Motherfucker!" Adam's flew off to the nearest store to get you some flowers.

When he arrived the flower section was bare. Maybe one half dead rose. "What the hell?" He flew all over the store looking for anything Valentines related. "No, no, no!" He stopped in one of the aisles before finding worker. "Hey! Where the fuck is the stuff?" "S-stuff, sir?" Adam gestures around the store. "You know! The fucking Valentines shit! Where is it?!" The poor retail worker fretted telling him there was nothing left. "V-valentines day is o-one of the most popular days of the year sir... There's nothing left.." "NOTHING LEFT?!?!" Adam yelled. His voice booming around the store causing shelfs to shake knocking almost everything off. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NOTHING LEFT?! I NEED SOMETHING FOR TONIGHT!!!" "I - I'm sorry, sir!" The poor angels voice shuddered. Adam groaned, balling his hands into fists. He was about to leave before he noticed a bottle of soda that hadn't fallen. He pushed it off the shelf for good measure before storming out of the store.

He wasn't going to spend all day looking for shit of this shitty holiday. He hated it. This was dumb! He's gift enough. Still, he takes his phone and texts Lute

"URGENT! flowers! Plz get 4 me thx dngrtits"

That'll do. He heads home to get ready for your date.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

The time comes and Adam is waiting outside of your apartment building, he's not walking up all those stairs again. He was feeling cool. Calm. Collected. Until he saw you. His hands started getting clammy, his heat racing. You look so pretty. You of course found the prefect in-between of cute and sexy for your outfit. "Heeey, you could of made an effort." He joked. You frowned. You thought you did well. He clears his throat. "Let's go." He wiped his hands on his robe before taking flight with you following after.

You both arrived at the restaurant. Neither of you stop on the way. It was awkward. He walked in first, he didn't hold the door open for you. Rude. Once inside you noticed the restaurant was jam packed. Adam also noticed this and froze. "Good thing you booked, right?" You said, playfully, hoping to break some tension. "Uh... Yeah... Wait here, surgartits." He walked over to the host. "I need a table for two." The host scoffed. "Yeah, sure. We've got one available tomorrow." Adam was fuming. This was all going wrong. This can't go wrong. "Do you fucking know who I am?!" He raised his voice. "I'm fucking ADAM! I'm the fucking man! And I want a damn table!" You walk over. "Adam?" "What, bitch!? Fuck! Can't you see I'm busy?! I'm getting us a table!" He yelled at you. No. Nope. You're too good to be yelled at. This was meant to be fun. Fuck this. You put your hands in the air. "Nope. I'm out." You turn on your heels and exit the restaurant. "Wait- no, y/n." He looks as you exit then back at the host. "I'll ruin your fucking life, cunt." He hissed before flying out of the restaurant.

He looks around and you were no where to be seen. "Fast fucker. AUGH!!!" He stomped his foot covering his face with his hands. If he wasn't wearing his mask he'd be pulling his hair.

You got yourself home. Fucking shit day. Dumb idea. You don't even know why he asked you. The whole thing was dumb. Everything about it was dumb. You collapse onto the couch, sulking. It doesn't take long before there's a knock at the door. Adam you suspect. You roll your eyes before peeling yourself off the couch. Opening the door you see Lute. Huh. "Uh.. hi?" "Adam requests your presents. Put on this blind fold." She hands you a blindfold. "What?" She didn't repeat herself. She never does. You groan, knowing she won't leave until you do it so whatever. You put the blindfold on and lute takes your wrist and flies off with you ragdolling.

Once your feet touch the ground she lets go of your wrist. Leaving you there blindfolded. "Uh.. you can take that off now." You do, to see a candle lit picnic layed out. It was adorable, there were fairy lights on the trees. Adam stood there, awkwardly, with a bunch of your favourite flowers. How did he know? Lute. "Uh. Surprise.." he handed you the flowers. "Sorry, about the restaurant. Fucking idiots double booked or something.. I don't know." He shrugged. You know it wasn't true. He didn't book, you know that. But you smiled. "Thank you, Adam. This is much nicer." He smiled and stretched. "Well, what can I say? I know what I'm doing."

You sat on the blanket, Adam did also and popped open a bottle of champagne. "I got the good stuff." You smile at the gesture although you always thought champagne tasted disgusting. He got all the good stuff, strawberries and chocolates. Cheese board. Cute little cakes. "This is all very well thought out. How did you get this so quickly?" You asked. He shrugged with a smirk. "I'm just that good, babe." Lute. This was more his style anyway. Outside, under the stars. It reminded him of the Garden.

"so, this was fun." He rubbed the palm of his hands on his knees. "I'd much rather not do this Valentine's bullshit though. Maybe next time we can just... Do it whenever?" "I'd like that. Although, this Valentine's day has turned out pretty perfect." You smile. "Well. I am perfect so." He smirks at you. You don't want to stroke his ego anymore than you already have. You roll your eyes before quickly giving him a peck on the lips. "you're alright, I suppose." You took his sweaty hand in yours and led down, he followed. You both watched the stars in silence. He'd gently squeeze your hand every now and then, you'd squeeze back.

"Happy valentine's, Y/N."

"Happy valentine's, Adam."

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christinebloodwrittings · 1 month

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To hunt or be hunted

Alastor x Fem!Reader x Lucifer Summary: Shocker! The bleeding heart princess turned out no to be so rainbows and sparkles, she keeps a secret, a soul she owns, a bet and a terrible terror that keeps the demons inside the Hazbin Hotel well fed. Warnings: Blood

Honestly? I don't know if continuing this, let's see how it goes, otherwise I'll arrange this to be a one-shot with another end, and continue other works.

The dust kicked up every time you jumped to avoid the thrusts of her trident. It was becoming more and more difficult for you to move, with the blood falling down your side, your vision becoming cloudy, your back getting closer and closer to the destroyed foundations of what was once a building, until you were trapped.

Falling to your knees you looked up at her red glowing eyes, the two beasts fell to her side, their growl resonating deep within your bones. “I gave you a chance” she sure did, “I wanted us to be friends” her trident fell against your side, only one of the three knifes grazing your skin, “But you just had to, right?” tears fell down her eyes, straight into the dirt under her heels.

“I…I underestimated you” you coughed out blood with a smile, “Go ahead, kill me” she proved to be more of a challenge, you should’ve picked your fights a bit wiser. “You are lost, Y/n, let me help you” she stilled the trident, trying not to deepen the already open wound, “All this fight, and you still want to help me? Why?” you growled, “Let's make it fun, how about a bet?” your lion ears perked up.

“Ten years, you'll work for me at my Hotel, and if I can manage to convince you to find something good to do with yourself, I’ll set you free” she ignited a warm yellow flame on her hand, it danced around her palm without hurting her, “What will happen after if you fail?” you hesitated to take her hand, “You tell me” she already knew your answer, “I’ll kill you” she smiled, her eyes relaxing and shifting colors, “Sounds fair to me”.

You finally took her hand, the flame shifted into a dark hue going up both hers and your arm, the deal sealing itself on your eyes, changing them from red sclera to a black ones, your pupils remaining a white-silver hue.

It was a big relief when the trident left your side, the already warm metal left an uncomfortable empty and cold feeling, “You’re awfully confident” you shrugged, placing your hand over the cut, “Well, we have a long time ahead of us, don’t we?” she took it upon herself to support you on your opposite side, helping you stand from the debris.

7 years later

When the hotel fell apart you received an order, “Take everything inside and take it to safety” and so you did, all that was pictures, pets, luggage, everything, you gathered it far from the fight, then she told you to stay put until further notice.

You took a walk around, trying to go unnoticed as you were ordered, going into your phone adding a lot of new kitchen supplies into a virtual cart, when a groan made you look towards the Radio Demon’s crashed studio. After taking a hit of Adam’s guitar-axe, you thought it was amazing that he remained alive,

“Princess, Smiley is alive” your connection through your deal was truly an advantage when far away, “Try to see if he’s okay, try to stay out of sight, and if he needs assistance, help him” he was obviously not okay, but you had an order, so you made your way across the sulfuric smelling debris, until you reached the door of his studio, pushing it lightly, shadow launched at you, attempting to scare you away, failing terribly.

“I have an order to check if you are, quote unquote, “okay” demon” the shadow smiled and moved away, allowing you in. Shadows painted over your body a veil, which he could not see through, only the silver light your eyes emitted.

You peeked to your right from the door to see Alastor sitting on the floor, back against his desk, trying to hide a big gush on his chest with his hands, “Are you “Okay”?” he shot you a look that you could call a ‘Fuck you’ and a ‘You have to be kidding me’ mix.

“Are you in need of assistance?” again he didn’t answer directly, he just growled making his prongs a lot bigger, “This intimidation skit will not work on me sir, so answer, yes or no” his ears bent down and stayed flat behind his head, “No” he muttered, refusing any help from your part, “Okay then” his shadow opened the door for you, after a small curtsy to the gesture, you moved away from the rubble, the rocks making tiny crushing sounds under your heel.

His shadow caught up with you, mimicking a stop sign with his arm, “What?” then he made a figure with Alastor’s shape, a needle closing up his wound and then the same demon all smiling and walking, “So you want me to patch him up” the shadow nodded, the smile wider and cheery, “What’s in for me? He refused help, why would I go through all that trouble for free?” then he checkmated you with Charlie’s shape, he threatened to tell on you, “Good try joker, but you ain’t got shit on me”.

“Wait, yes” you heard the plea from the echo that the radio cabin made.

You made your way back to the demon, as soon as he saw you he took a look at his shadow before his prongs grew any bigger, then at you taking off his shirt, he continued growling and whining until you got fed up with the static and the guttural noises, “Dry up, will you?” an old way to say shut up and a heavy smack in between his ears took Alastor by surprise, turning his static into light jazz music.

Coming out of the veil he could see your hands, the tips of your fingers were a burned black color, your hands a much lighter color in contrast, light yellow, he would dare to even call it pastel, but due to the poor light he couldn’t decide on hues. Your nails were retractable ones, he noticed how you stopped before you touched the fabric of his coat, your nails went back into your fingers and then you proceeded.

“I’ll stitch it up, but that’s all, if you shower avoid extreme temperatures, and apply alcohol near the edges to keep it from infections” you instructed while partially removing his garments, leaving both his dress shirt and coat hanging down his elbows. The shadow provided you with a curved needle and suture thread, a very resistant one at that.

“What the blazes!?” he shrieked when you undid his belt, only to tie his hands behind his back with it, “I don’t want you messing my work up” you explained, making a pop with your mouth at the end.

As the needle went through his skin, you found weird not hearing a single peep off of him, then you discovered he was biting his lip, to the point it bled down his chin. “If you need to yell, do so, you’ll only hurt yourself if you continue doing that” his ears went back again, like a plea to make the pain go away, at the same time that embarrassment shot against his spine like a lightning. Then he yelled into the opposite side, to avoid receiving another smack.

When you finished closing the large gash, the shadow wrapped it up in bandages, “There you go” you stood up, dusting your knees before turning on your heels. He cleared his throat bitterly to draw your attention to the fact that he was still tied up, only to receive a disinterested giggle and your utter lack of concern.

“I’ve killed pests for less than this attitude you’re insulting me with” he thought that with an implied threat he would get rid of his binds and also get a little sign of fear from you, sadly his magic was weak, and so was the remaining strength he had, so he couldn’t free himself no matter how much he tugged on the leather.

He had a little bit of hope he could induce some authority toward you, but all he got was his hair pulled backwards and the cold steel of an axe pressed against his neck.

He took a couple of seconds to ask himself, how come you were behind him in less than a second? And also swallow the fact that now he was the one being threatened.

“Knowing how to pick your fights, may save your life one day” The edge Of the blade made a sharp noise while being dragged up slowly up his neck, stopping under his chin. “You’ve chosen badly twice in a day, and barely walked alive of the first one” you tugged just a little bit harder on his hair, just to place your authority over his will.

“Tell me, are you dumb enough to bite the hand that stitched you, and die because your bruised ego and your big mouth are taking control of your rational thinking?” you couldn’t measure the amount of hate his stare held, but he attentively took your advice at heart, so he relaxed his eyes and his smile turned less demonic, only answering your question with a soft no with his head.

Withdrawing the axe from his neck, you used the point to let the buckle lose without breaking it, allowing the belt to fall down his wrists. “Start picking your fights more wisely, boy, afterlife 101” you mocked while ruffling his hair right in between his ears.

“Now, I don’t think someone will ask, but if they do, we never had this conversation, rep wise” he nodded, “You better-“ his tongue tied on itself, he reckon your face being inches away from his, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul, deer-est” you chuckled at your own wordplay, while all he could do was stare at your eyes.

“Who are you?” You assumed for a long time that hell had already forgotten you, after thirty years without making yourself present, who wouldn't? Plus, he looked a lot younger than you, he lived on earth at least ten years longer than you, lucky bastard.

“No one” before he could make an attempt to grab the veil, you jumped out the door, disappearing from his sight into the mountain of rubble.

When Alastor made his way back to the new Hotel, he felt tempted to ask around about what he just witnessed, but preferred to keep his mouth shut. He wouldn’t admit in front of the others that the Radio Demon got assisted and handled as a whiny child, so instead he remained the smiley guy he is.

All the rooms got sorted later in the night, with a snap of his fingers everything in the new room looked exactly as it did in the old one. He placed the ruined coat and dress shirt on a chair, resorting to a grey suit he had lying around, “I should start broadcasting” he muttered to himself, making his way to his brand new station situated in the left wing of the Hotel.

After a few hours he came back to his quarters to refresh, when suddenly a sight caught on his eyes before he entered the bathroom. His red coat patched with an almost religious delicacy; he could barely notice the new red thread that tied everything together. Even the broken parts of the tail of his coat were fixed, it looked almost exactly the same as it did when he bought it in his time being alive all those years ago, the same with his dress shirt.

Next to the fixed items there was a note that read:

“Now you may kill looking real spiffy. Regards from in between the walls.

PS: Thank you for not telling on me.

- Axe-man”.

No one would catch the Radio Demon blushing, but Alastor didn’t mind at the moment.

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Part 2

*Dry up: shut up

*Spiffy: An elegant appearance

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whiskersz · 2 months

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Hellooo👋

Saw that your requests are open and would you write a head canon about gn or fem exorcist reader where they're already in a relationship with adam and they are training together. So mainly fluff I think but I wouldn't mind some suggestive content thrown in there

Tyyy

Hello dear reader and thanks a bunch for requesting Adam! I think I'm getting better at writing him. Emphasis on Think. Anyways, enjoy the First Man being kiiind of a simp ^_^

Decided to go with fem! reader btw for a badass woman trope.

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Adam x Fem! Exorcist! Reader HCs + Scenario

Warning for : slightly suggestive near the end.

✦There are times where Adam loathes training Exorcists, and times where he loves it, it highly depends on which side of the bed he wakes up in; either way, him and Lute admittedly do a pretty good job at it, turning even the meekest of Angels into bloodthirsty killing machines who wait for nothing but Extermination day.

✦You’re one of these killing machines, and he couldn’t be prouder to have a girlfriend who’s not only strong and – in his words – a badass, but who also shares his exact morals; you’ve been a part of this army of Exorcists for quite some time now, and both Adam and Lute respect you for both your physical strength and tough personality.

✦You’re obviously Adam’s favorite Exorcist to train; even though you don’t need much training anymore, he still makes sure to check up on you between a scolding and the other while dealing with the newbies. Maybe your shoulders are sore, or maybe your wings need a quick massage...you never know what excuse he’s going to come up with next to come see you, but it’s usually something about a part of your body being in pain, even though pain itself is a rare concept in Heaven.

✦Lute scolds him, for sure, every time that this happens; “Stop making shit up to see your girlfriend, Adam, we have a job to do!” or other sentences along those lines are often hissed towards him, as she drags him away from you.

✦When he does get to train with you though, don’t expect him to go easy on you; he might be your boyfriend, but he knows damn well that after all these years you can take a hit. Strumming his guitar like he’s on the stage and you’re nothing more than one of his admirers, he will direct a full-force attack at you that you will dodge every time before counter-attacking with your own Angelic weapon.

Adam gives one strong flap of his golden wings, moving out of the way just before you can hit him with your Angelic Spear. He turns around just in time to dodge your next attack, a kick directed at the back of his head; he would wonder how you managed to reach him in such a short time, if only he didn’t know how much strength your wings hold.

“Woah, easy babe! You’ve got privileges alright, being my girlfriend and all, but don’t think you can break my fucking face!” his voice is boisterous, though the tone it holds is playful.

You huff, wiping away a drop of sweat from your forehead. His comment indicates that the training session is over, so both of you slowly flutter your way back to the ground, your feet gently grazing the soft grass of the secluded field you often head to to train.

Noticing a fairly large tree nearby, you and your boyfriend walk towards it for a quick break, sitting down once the shadow of it casts above the two of you.

Adam’s hand slithers around your back, and soon enough he’s kneading the sensitive spot where your wings connect to it. You let a sigh escape your mouth, trying to filter out the quite annoying yells of the Exorcists training in the distance.

With a sly smirk, he runs his thumb down your spine, making you arch your back in pleasure. Blood flows to your cheeks and you swiftly push his hand away, causing him to burst out laughing. You playfully kick his ankle, which he moves to hold in fake agony;

“Save that one for the bedroom, will you?” you say, picking up your spear to go back to training.

“Boooring, go back to kicking those noobs’ asses instead of having some fun with your boyfriend, I guess.”

He’s in a cheeky mood today, you guess. And you also guess that he’s going to follow you in about five seconds, which he predictably does.

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obsessedwithlute · 28 days

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If The Hazbin Hotel Characters Worked At A School

Charlie- You might think Charlie would be the principal but NO! Charlie is the therapist! She tries to get everyone into her office for a session by the end of the year- including the teachers! Vaggie- Vaggie would teach mainstream math. Her favorite thing about teaching math is giving people extra homework when they disrupt her class. (A lot of people leave with extra homework. One time Angel Dust walked in on her in the middle of a test, and she made him do a homework sheet).

Angel Dust- He is a substitute. He's actually qualified to teach computer science, but he doesn't. It's his best kept secret why he doesn't.

Husk- He teaches Italian. He's not properly fluent in Italian and only got the job because Lucifer lost a gamble to him and Husk said he'd let him keep his money if he did "one tiny favor". Angel Dust likes to lurk outside Husk's classroom when he gets the chance, and the second Husk mispronounces a word, Angel will stick his head in, correct him and then dart back out. Husk pretends to hate it but he actually finds it really hot. (Angel Dust was also actually the one who TAUGHT Husk Italian).

Lucifer- Lucifer is the principal. He doesn't really care what most of his employees do, including stalking the Italian teacher, cruel and unusual punishment during guitar lessons, or fucking in the janitor's closet. As long as "most of his employees" doesn't include Alastor.

Alastor- Alastor actually teaches health, or sex ed, or whatever you call it. He went to college and got a degree and didn't do it "The Husk Way" all so he could do two things: 1. Properly represent queer people, especially trans people, during the class because he knows, as a trans person, that it's really hard not to feel undermined during the class. 2. Make jokes about being an asexual person teaching sex ed (I'm not asexual/aromantic but it just seems like the kind of thing Alastor would do- especially considering how he reacts to Angel badly propositioning him). If you make a queerphobic comment in Alastor's class, you're dead. Possibly literally. Alastor never actually adheres to the curriculum, and Lucifer keeps trying to break into his class and catch him but somehow Al is always two steps ahead. When Lucifer is not at school, Alastor takes his whole class down to the kitchens and has them make jambalaya for the whole period. If you can't eat jambalaya, Alastor has a whole closet full of alternative ingredients for you but EVERYONE IS EATING SOME FORM OF JAMBALAYA OR EVERYONE HAS TO FIX ALASTOR'S VINTAGE RADIOS DURING DETENTION FOR A MONTH.

Lute- She teaches biology and is that one teacher who everyone either loves or hates. She runs the GSA and has weekly meetings and she's also the teacher who becomes your replacement mom if your real mom sucks. (This also applies to the teachers, she's also basically Angel Dust's mother by now). If you make a queerphobic comment in her class, she will stalk for exactly two weeks after you say it, slowly recording every single discriminatory thing you say. Then she will make you stay after school hours and reads off her entire list. Then she assigns you detention for two weeks and makes you write a 5-page essay on whatever chapter of Queer Ducks her heart desires in size 8 Arial font during the few precious hours of the day you don't have detention.

Adam- He teaches the jazz band, and if you play guitar, you get double lessons. Twice a month, Adam conducts tests randomly. You have to get up and play a song of his choice- no sheet music allowed. If you mess up even once, Adam gets to smack your guitar with a rock and you get to pay for the damages. (Lucifer knows, doesn't care, and makes rubber duck voodoo dolls all day long.)

Cherri- She teaches gym and if a student isn't running fast enough, she throws basketballs at them. Not hard to HIT them, but just enough to give them some motivation.

Sir Pentious- He doesn't work at this school. He works at a preschool in a different town. But since it's only a half-day, as soon as he gets the chance, he leaves and goes to stare longingly at Cherri while she somehow manages not to get fired. Everyone is just used to him being there, and he's fine with that.

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years

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bookworm / eddie munson

masterlist

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

one shot

cw: fem!reader, smut (obvi), pet names (sweetheart, babe), little bit of calling eddie sir, dom!eddie, spanking, thigh riding, orgasm denial, oral (f recieving), fingering, sex, choking, degradation, praise, slight size kink/eddie making you feel him in your stomach (technically), bit of a breeding kink

eddie catches you reading a not so innocent book and tries to replicate it for you

the sound of eddie strumming his guitar filled the space of his bedroom as you sat propped against his wall. as usual, your nose was buried in a book as the world around you faded away. while eddie was trying to figure out a verse for one of the new songs for corroded coffin, you were in new york city.

metaphorically, obviously.

you were a privileged rich girl who never lifted a finger who met a very attractive, slightly older man who worked hard his whole life to become a multi millionaire. when seeing how much of a spoiled brat you were, the man decided he needed to teach you a couple lessons. and oh shit was it good.

you had a bit of a problem with inserting yourself into books. obviously your name wasn’t gigi hendricks and you were far from a rich girl living in the big apple, but really what was the harm?

when you came up on a scene that was definitely spicy, you debated putting the book down until you got home. but the way this author wrote was addicting. the foreplay was very detailed, the man being so very teasing and you couldn’t lie the thought of being spanked like that turned you on.

you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth as he began rubbing her through her panties, degrading her as she got wetter and wetter. she was begging for more friction, but he only allowed her to grind on his thigh.

eddie sighed as he decided he needed a break if he was going to get anywhere with this verse. he looked over to you to ask if you wanted to go rent a movie or something but you were engulfed in the book. he furrowed his brows as he saw your lip in your mouth, chewing on it. your eyes were widened, pupils expanded as you scanned the page. he put his guitar down on the floor while watching you closely.

he noticed you unconsciously rub your thighs together and slightly roll your hips and his eyes widened. no way his best friend was turned on in his bed right now. he decided this could be his shot to make all his fantasies come true, so he leaned towards you. “whatcha reading, sweetheart?” eddie smirked, watching you jump at his voice.

“my book?” you questioned, cheeks burning.

eddie rolled his eyes. “no shit, y/n. what’s it about?” he asks, watching you tense up.

your mind blanks for a second. you could not tell your best friend you were reading literal porn. “uh, it’s a romance. enemies to lovers type stuff,” you shrug, trying to play it off.

eddie eyes you for a moment and the lunges for you, trying to grab the book. you scream in surprise and turn, holding it close to your chest. “eddie!” you yell as he climbs on top of you, trying to grab it.

“let me see!” he yells, trying to pry your fingers off it. you won’t let go, so he reaches down to tickle your side. it catches you off guard, enough so that he can take the book from your hold. he sits up, using one hand to bat yours away as he brings the book up to his face all while straddling you.

you panic, embarrassment flooding you. “eddie, stop. don’t read it,” you beg but eddie already is.

eddie smiles evilly at you before looking back to the book. he clears his throat and you try hitting him in the chest. “my hot arousal drips from my desperate hole, soaking my black lace panties. adam watches me with an unimpressed look as i shamelessly grind against his clothed thigh, my bud begging for any attention. i let out helpless whimpers into his ear, hoping he’ll just give in and fuck me like the bad girl i am,” eddie recites, watching you cover your face with your hands.

he skims a couple paragraphs before reading again. “he slides my drenched panties down my legs at an agonizing pace before slipping them into the pocket of his suit pants. ‘you won’t be getting those back,’ he purrs as his soft hands spread my legs. i reveal my glistening pussy to him and he lets out a hum of approval. ‘so wet for me, huh whore?’ he teases, running a finger through my folds as i shiver. he lowers himself to his knees, making his face level with my pussy. ‘please, sir, please,’ i beg, trying to push my hips towards his awaiting mouth. he gives me a stern look and i think he’s going to stop, but then his hot mouth is closing around my throbbing clit,” eddie reads off, his dick hardening a bit at the story. he looks down at you, covering your face in embarrassment. what he can’t see, is you clenching your legs together to try and get some relief.

“damn, sweetheart. this is the shit you read?” he asks, trying to grab your attention.

you shake your head and whine, “eds.” he only smirks at your words.

eddie scans you, debating his next words carefully. “what were you thinking, reading this shit in my room, huh? you think i wouldn’t notice you rubbing your legs together, eyes blown wide because you’re so obviously horny?” he tsks, dropping the book next to him and placing his hands on your sides. “c’mon, sweetheart, look at me,” he coos. you shake your head no and he just tsks in disapproval. “you know how turned on i am right now, y/n? my favorite girl, reading actual porn, on my bed? it’s like you were asking for me to do something about it,” he teases, hands sensually rubbing up and down your sides, stopping just below your breasts.

“i-i wasn’t,” you mutter, peeking at him through your fingers.

he meets your eyes, just for you to close them again. eddie leans down, lowering his lips to your ear. “do you want me to?” he whispers, pouring every final ounce of confidence into the question.

you completely freeze under him, and eddie is ready to pull off and apologize for crossing a boundary. “i-i,” you stutter, your hands falling slowly from your face. eddie pushes himself up enough to look at you as you scan his face. “you’d want to?” to ask, voice catching in your throat.

eddie chuckles, his hair brushing against your cheeks. “don’t want to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart, but i’ve wanted to for a long time,” he admits and your eyes widen. “but hey, if this is too much, tell me now. i don’t mind, i’ll get up and we can pretend this never happened, okay?” he says quickly.

it’s silent between the both of you for a moment. eddie is holding his breath as your brain is trying to process everything. “eddie,” you breath out, hands slightly shaking as you press them to his chest.

eddie thinks you’re about to shove him off of you but he nods. “yeah, babe?” he asks hoarsely.

you flick your gaze between his eyes before taking a breath. “do something about it,” you say. eddie inhales sharply, but the second it processes he’s diving down to connect your lips.

you moan into it, hands fisting his shirt as you try and pull him closer. your lips move in tandem, soft noises filling the air around you. eddie sighs into your mouth from pleasure of this finally happening before sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. you part your lips for him, gliding your tongue out to pass along his. your breathing picks up as eddie moves one leg from its position straddling you to nudge your knees apart. you comply with no hesitation so eddie can move fully between your legs.

you weren’t able to rub them together anymore, so you were just begging for some friction. “want me to do what they did in that book? or you want me differently? tell me, sweetheart,” eddie asked between kisses. you pulled him back in, drunk of his lips. the both of you had imagined this for so so long and now that you had it you didn’t want to go too fast.

when you finally pull away you take a moment to catch your breath. “i-i guess like the book… but i don’t know what happens after, well, where you stopped,” you stutter.

eddie smirks at your nervousness. “gusss while you grind on my thigh like a little whore i have some reading to do,” he observes and you gasp. “how’s it start, babe? mind telling me?” he asks, pushing some of your hair back.

you feel warmth further flood your face as you think of the beginning of the chapter. you gnaw know your bottom lip before pulling him down so you could hide in his neck. “he-he makes her take her clothes off and then he um, he spanks her…” you mutter pathetically.

eddie grunts at your words, forehead falling against your collarbone. “fuck, baby, is that what you want? you want me to spank you?” he asks, his hand on your hip digging further into your hip bone.

you close your eyes in embarrassment. “i think i-i might like it,” you whisper. eddie pulls back to look at you so he can look in your eyes while getting confirmation.

“you wanna try? if you don’t like it you can just tell me to stop and i will. but don’t push yourself, you can always find this out another time,” he say, thumb massaging your hip bone.

you scan his face as you debate it before you nod. “i want to,” you confirm and eddie squeezes his eye shut.

he sits back on his knees and grabs your arms to pull you into a sitting position. “okay, fuck, get those clothes off, just like the book,” he instructs and you nod. he watches as you pull your shirt over your head and bites his lips as he sees your bra. he moves back, allowing you to kick off your jeans and then you’re looking at him expectantly. “just taking a second to look at you, sweetheart,” he mumbles, scanning your body. sure he’d seen you in a bikini before, but your bikini wasn’t satin. you wore a basic black bra with a little bow in the front, and the sexist pair of red satin panties eddie thinks he’s ever seen.

“how do you… want me?” you ask hesitantly, crossing your arms at your waist. “in the book they uh,” you trail, looking away from him, “she’s over his desk but…” you trail off once again.

eddie nods in understanding. “not so intense?” he questions and you nod. he moves more to the center of his bed and pats his thighs. “i want you to lay over my lap, that way if you don’t like it we won’t have to do too much to get you out of it,” he says and you nod. you carefully crawl over to him, ignoring the guttural groan that leaves his throat as you do so. you lay yourself over him and take a deep breath.

one of his hands rests on the small of your back and you close your eyes shut. “don’t be nice,” you breathe and eddie lets out a low moan.

he grabs a handful of your asscheek and squeezes it. “you really are dirty, huh?” he questions, digging his nails into the plump skin of your ass. you feel more arousal shoot to your core at his words. “such a fucking slut, reading such terrible things infront of me. i think you’ve been a bad girl, don’t you agree?” he continues, moving to grope your other cheek. you let out a small whine and nod your head.

“mm and bad girls get punished, don’t they?” he asks, snapping the waistband of your panties.

“yes,” you moan and stick your ass up the slightest bit. eddie rubs your ass soothingly before pulling his hand back. he lets his hand fly back down, not as hard as he could and watches you jolt. he rubs his hand over where he smacked as you rub your thighs together. “good,” you moan causing eddie to smirk.

he lands another smack on your ass before talking again. “what a whore, liking her damn punishment,” he groans, smacking you again. he landed a few more on you until your ass was pleasantly red. “sit up for me?” he asks even though it’s more of a demand.

you do as told and eddie pulls you to straddle his right thigh. “good so far?” he asks, checking in. you nod and rest your hands on his shoulders. he leans in, one hand holding your face as he pulls you in for another kiss. you sigh happily into his mouth as eddie thinks.

how was this really happening? why did he never think you’d be into kinks? what else was in this book? fuck, what else was he gonna be able to do to you?

eddie’s other hand blindly reaches back to fumble around for the book as you deepen the kiss. he finally grabs it, pulling it towards him as he breaks the kiss. “i think i have some reading to do,” he says, opening the book to where he left off. your breath catches in your throat as he flips to the right page. he begins reading for a moment before looking up at you. “now, sweetheart, i know there’s something you’re supposed to be doing. get to it,” he says and you gasp in a breath. he smirks at the reaction you give his words and wraps one of his long arms around your waist.

you drop down onto his thigh, situating yourself as he comfortingly rubs your back. you watch him skim over the pages as you begin rocking your hips against his jeans. “oh, oh shit,” you mutter as you feel your wetness soak through your underwear. eddie smirks but doesn’t look at you, just lazily resting his hand on your back as if you weren’t grinding on his leg.

you think it turned you on more. the fact that eddie was fully clothed, not even looking at you as he read a book with his hand holding your back so gently while you made a mess on his jeans. your jaw falls open as the roughness of his jeans drags along your clit, the friction making small waves of pleasure flood your pussy.

eddie removes his hand from your back to turn the page quickly before replacing it. you press yourself harder against him, the drag against your swollen clit making you let out a moan. you didn’t know if you were meant to cum like this, but if eddie took too long you might.

your hips picked up speed, small gasps and moans leaving your lips as you kept your eyes on eddie. his eyes though are trained on the words on the pages, his dick growing harder at the sounds of your moans as he reads what he’s gonna do to you.

“mm, honey, i don’t know if i’ll be able to follow this 100%,” eddie says as he skims a particular paragraph.

you blink heavily, trying to clear your mind enough to talk. “that’s okay, but why?” you ask, your sentence punctuated with a moan as eddie begins bouncing his leg.

eddie chuckles at your response to him moving his leg but takes a handful of your ass to better hold you in place. “well,” he begins, lowering the book to look at you. he smiles at your lip between your teeth as you look at him with begging eyes. “i don’t have a vibrator, for one,” he shrugs innocently as you feel a pit in your stomach. you had one. if only you were at your house, damnit. “we also can’t have someone walk in as i’m fucking you from behind,” he squeezes your ass causing you to yelp but jolt yourself faster against him.

eddie picks the book back up, looking away from you with struggle as your head falls back in pure bliss. broken moans leave your lips as you feel yourself climbing the tower to your orgasm. “eddie,” you moan, clit throbbing against him.

he stiffens at the sound of his name, cock straining against his jeans. “better slow down, baby. you can’t cum yet,” he says, tapping your bottom as you let out a whine.

“eds, please,” you whimper as you nestle your head into his neck.

he thought about it, but he wanted to stick as close as he could to the story. “i said no,” he says sternly, pulling his hand back to smack your ass. you let out a small yelp and try to slow your hips. “hmph yeah, can’t do that either,” he mumbles to himself as he finishes up the chapter.

you try and lift yourself off his thigh but he slams you right back down. “wh-what?” you ask, trying to focus on that instead of you nearing the edge of your orgasm you couldn’t have.

eddie closes the book, tossing it so it lands on his bedside table. his now free hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you out from hiding in his. “i can’t cum inside you if we’re doing it raw,” he says casually, pushing some of the hair stuck to your face with sweat behind your ears.

“hnuh,” you moan, thighs clamping around eddie’s thigh at that. he looks at you in surprise.

his hands now rest on your hips as he looks at you with a teasing smile. “oh? you want that, huh?” he asks, using his hands to pull you against his thigh.

you shudder, closing your eyes to will away the orgasm. “you ca-can though. please,” you beg and eddie just shakes his head.

he can’t lie that he wants to, shit of course he does. but the consequences were too big of a risk. “no, sweetheart. sadly, i’m not going to fill that sweet cunt of yours with cum,” he explains and you really clamp down on him.

“but, i'm on the, oh fuck, i’m on birth control,” you say, stilling yourself because you were way too close.

eddie’s brows raise at that, he didn’t know you were. “oh, well then i guess i’ll think about it,” he says nonchalantly. “can you lay down on the bed for me?” he asks carefully.

you nod, climbing off him and towards the head of the bed. you heard eddie groaned and turned back to look at him. “what?” you ask, mildly concerned.

eddie bites his lip and scoots towards you. he grabs one of your hands and places it on his thigh where you were just sat. “feel that?” he whispers. you suck in a breath as he pushes your fingers into the wet patch you’d created. “so horny that you ruined my jeans, how disgusting,” he taunts playfully.

“then take them off,” you suggest timidly.

eddie’s eyes darken and he takes you by the wrist. “you’re not the one giving the orders. you do as i say. behave,” he says, causing you to shiver.

“s-sorry,” you stutter and then he’s pushing you down.

he climbs up your body, leaning down to kiss you once again. this one doesn’t last nearly as long as the others as he pulls away to begin leaving slow kisses along your jaw. “s’okay sweet girl, you didn’t know. now you do, and you know how to act now, don’t you?” he teases between kisses.

you nod, one hand coming to cradle the back of his head. “yes,” you whimper as he begins sucking your skin.

“mm-mm, yes what? c’mon, sweetheart, i know you read it,” he says, pulling away from your neck.

you let out a shaky breath. “yes, sir,” you say and eddie smiles.

“there you go,” he mutters before diving back into your neck. you moan as he sucks dark hickies into your skin, gradually moving lower. when he reaches your bra line, he kisses along it before sliding one hand along the band and around your back. “up a little, baby,” he says through his kisses. you comply, pushing yourself up enough so he can undo the clasp. he slipped your bra off and then sat up to admire your tits. he lightly ran his fingers over them, using his thumbs to tease your nipples. “beautiful,” he mumbled to himself before leaning back down to continue his trail of kisses.

his lips travel down the valley of your breasts, over your stomach and then he’s kissing and sucking at your inner thighs. you hold them open wide for him, pussy clenching at his proximity. “sir, please,” you whimper as you feel his hot breath ghost your core.

eddie continues teasing you, pressing his lips ever so softly over your panties. “so wet, i can taste you already,” he murmurs against your underwear and your toes curl. you let out a moan as he sucks on the fabric above your clit, sucking your juices from the material. he sits up, quickly tugging your underwear off and throwing them behind him. “oh you’re in for it now, sweetheart,” he mutters, thumb sliding through your arousal before circling your clit as he watches, mesmerized.

your hips jolt against him as you squeeze his sheets. he realizes your need and moves back down, settling between your legs. he grabs your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders before leaning in to lick a long stripe up your center while keeping eye contact.

he repeated his actions, going at an agonizing pace. his tongue teases your entrance before gliding up to just below your clit. you whine as he pulls back, licking his lips of your arousal. before you can voice a complaint he’s back, this time wrapping his lips around your clit. “fuck,” you yell out as he sucks the sensitive bundle into his mouth.

your scream only makes him cockier, taking his mouth off you just to repeat the process. “so eager,” he mumbles into your heat before his tongue is licking fat, fast stripes over your clit.

you reach down, grabbing his hair in your hands as you push yourself onto his face. he moans in surprise, the vibration making you tremble. he keeps his eyes up, watching you struggle against his mouth.

eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more erotic image in his life. the way your breasts heaved with each breath, eyes going from him to clamped shut with your head thrown back as the prettiest noises left your lips. if he was to truly follow the book, he wasn’t even supposed to let you cum. but he wanted you to cum. he didn't think you'd mind.

“you wanna cum, sweetheart?” he asked as a particularly loud moan leaves your lips.

you shudder against him as he places sloppy kisses on your clit. “please,” you whimper. how bad would eddie be to deny you when you’d asked so nicely?

he gripped your thighs harder, yanking your body as close to his mouth as he could as he began rapidly flicking his tongue across you. you gasped, grinding against his face as you felt the buildup begin. eddie didn’t slow down for a second until you moans turned into high pitched whines. “that’s it, cum on my face, baby,” he moans into your pussy and then grabs your clit with his lips.

you tense up as he sucks, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. “eddie, oh fuck,” you scream as your legs shake, orgasm rolling through you. eddie swears he could almost bust in his pants right about now as he lets you ride out your orgasm. he licks up all of your release that he can before pushing himself up to meet you.

he smiles as your shaky hands release his hair and instead press on his chest. “hi, sweetheart,” he says as he strokes your cheek.

you lean into it, still catching your breath. “hi,” you breath, eyes wide as you come down from your high.

eddie captures your lips in his once again and you sigh. he distracts you with his mouth and the suddenly his fingers are invading your sensitive folds. you gasp against him as he presses two fingers inside you slowly. “here’s where i'm supposed to torture you with that vibrator we don’t have, so if it’s okay with you i’d like to just fuck you. take a rain check for the other maybe?” he suggests, curling his fingers inside of you.

“mhm, rain check, yeah,” you mumble before pulling him back in for a kiss. eddie chuckles and continues stretching you out for him.

he pulls back, pulling off his shirt. “can't exactly take you over my desk, so i need you on your hands and knees,” eddie says as he undoes his belt so he can pull off his jeans and boxers. you get into the position he asked for and he was soon making his way back on the bed. “good choice, sweetheart,” he chuckled. you furrowed your eyebrows and went to ask what he meant but then you saw it. you’d placed yourself right in front of eddie’s mirror.

you went to make a remark, but all that came out was a moan as eddie slid his cock through your wetness. “shit,” you whimpered as his head slid over your super sensitive clit. eddie raised a brow at your response and in turn smacked his tip against your clit a few more times. “oh, fuck, uh,” you muttered to yourself as you jolted with each contact.

“baby’s so sensitive huh?” he coos, wetting his cock through your pussy lips once again. “hm, guess that’s what you get for being a whore,” he huffs and then he’s slipping his cock inside of you.

you immediately tighten around his tip in surprise as a gasp leaves your mouth. you relax, letting him push into you. without warning, he lands a firm smack on your ass causing you to unintentionally thrust back onto him. he grunts, gripping your hips tightly as he buries himself inside you. “eddie,” you whine, clenching around him.

eddie bites his lip, closing his eyes at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “fuck, y/n, you feel that?” he asks hoarsely. you whimper in response. “feel me, deep inside your pussy. shit, you bad fucking girl,” he continues, beginning to draw his hips back slowly. “how’s it feel knowing your best friend fills you up this good, all because you wanted to be naughty and read porn right in front of him?” he grunted and then snapped his hips forward.

“fuck, eddie, always wanted this,” you moan, feeling the way his cock stretches you. the way every vein presses against your velvety walls that keep sucking him in.

eddie pulls his hips back again slowly, all the way until just his tip is left inside. “always huh? wanting to get ruined by the freak, fuck baby, if only they knew,” he thrusts hard and deep into you, causing you to let out an almost scream, “you’re a fucking freak too.”

he pulled his hips back, not waiting until he’s snapping them back into you and starting a steady pace. your tits jiggle under you with each thrust, eddie enjoying the view through the mirror. eddie groans as he realizes you’re rocking back to meet his thrusts. he doesn’t think he can last long, not with everything before this so he just had to make you cum one more time.

he trails his hand up your back, leaning over you as he kept up with his thrusts. when his hand reaches your shoulder, it slides to your neck. you gasp as he pulls you up quickly, fingers closing over the sides of your throat.

your mouth falls open as you lock around his cock. “you like that, you like me choking you?” eddie grunts in your ear.

“yes, sir,” you gasp, his rings making indents in your neck.

eddie moved her other hand down to your clit and begins toying with it to try and bring you closer to your orgasm. “look at yourself, look in the mirror. you see my cock? slipping into you so easy because you’re soaked? fuck you see how beautiful you are? damnit y/n,” eddie grunts, rubbing right circles on your clit.

you moan, head falling back against his shoulders. “i’m gonna cum,” you moan, the new angle and his fingers sending you towards the edge.

eddie speeds up his thrusts and fingers, ready to release himself. “cum, cum on my cock,” he moans. you claw at his arms as you let out a scream, vision going white as you tremble in his arms.

an abundance of your arousal gushes out of you, slipping down eddie’s cock. his fingers never let up on your clit as his thrusts become more sporadic. you pussy sucks him back in, clenching tightly around him as you ride out your high. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, gonna cum inside you, pretty girl,” eddie groans and then he’s releasing hot ropes deep inside you. he shudders as he messily thrusts through both of your highs.

when you finally start to regain conscious thoughts, eddie is still inside you. he’s now caressing your body as his arms are wrapped tightly around you and his head is resting on your shoulder. “look, baby,” eddie mumbles in your ear and points to the mirror. you do as he says and watches his hand travel to your lower stomach. he presses down on it and you feel just how far his cock is up inside you. you moan as he presses on it, fluttering around him. “wanna keep my cum in you all day, send you out to the store, no one would know that you’ve got my cum coating your panties and that you’re all mine,” he mutters in your ear, kissing the shell of it everyone once in a while.

“jesus christ,” you moan, closing your eyes at the thought. eddie finally lays you back down and pulls out of you, going to grab a damp rag to clean you up. once you’re all cleaned off eddie climb on top of you again, this time his blanket covering your frame. “eds,” you giggle as he kisses your face.

he picks up the book you were reading and holds it for you to see. “now whenever you read this, you’ll have to think of me,” he says, knowing you never read a book just once. you shiver at his words but then he’s setting it back down.

he places his lips to yours once more, this time much softer and sweeter than the others. “you read any other scenes we need to act out?” he asks when he pulls away.

you roll your eyes and playfully push his face to the side. “not today,” you say quietly with a smile.

“i can live with that,” eddie whispers, placing a kiss on your nose.

#stranger things eddie #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #st4 #eddie munson x reader #smut #stranger things smut

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You're an Asshole - Pt 3 - Triumph

Pt 1 Pt 2

Summary: Adam was nothing if not stubborn and persistent, and eventually he finally manages to win her over for a night. (Or, Adam thinks he finally convinced her to fuck because he's charming or something. Man has no idea he's wrapped around her finger.)

Warnings: Cursing, Smut

Word Count: 2,845

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Alright, so Adam couldn’t get her out on the first attempt. That was fine. He could be patient, when he needed to be. He would just get her at the next concert.

But she still didn’t leave with him.

So he tried again, and again, and again. He listened to more shitty music trying to get to that bitch. He was growing… far too accustomed to those bullshit sounds some people called music. But whatever, it would be worth it when he finally won her over and proved he wasn't an asshole. They would fuck and it would be great and he could finally move on from all this.

So he remained stubborn and kept it up. After the fifth ‘accidental’ bump in at a concert, she actually gave him her number with that bright smile of his,

“I like talking to you. We should keep texting.”

Something swelled in his chest, something he wasn't really willing to name. Victory, perhaps. Progress. Her friends hadn’t looked too happy about that, but she clearly wasn’t paying much attention to their warnings. Good. As pointlessly difficult as all this was turning out to be, at least her friend's displeasure wasn’t going to make it more difficult. Stupid bastards.

She texted him infrequently, telling him about various concerts she was going to, just in case he wanted to come too. He read the latest text over, one that seemed to hold more excitement than usual. The next one was a rock concert, and she was sure he’d have a better time there than the last one. He caught himself smiling at his phone and scowled. It was just because he was getting close to winning her over, he told himself. He definitely wasn’t developing any shitty feelings for some shitty woman. She could give him that shining smile as much as she wanted, could babble on with her infectious excitement for hours, could look up at him with those warm eyes, but it wouldn’t change a thing.

And maybe if he kept telling himself that he could pretend it was true.

Who was he kidding, of course it was true. He had given up on love after his second wife left him. But, she was still hot. He couldn’t wait to bang her.

And he was convinced tonight would be the night! He was in his element at a rock concert. He made sure he wore his best leather jacket, the one with only one hole nobody could even notice, and a nice shirt. Well, nicer. It didn't have any holes or stains. He couldn’t stand the same for his jeans, but oh well, at the very least he can say he tried. That's more than he did for everyone else. Just to prove a point, he told himself.

There was a knock at the door and he headed that way, pausing at the hallway mirror. He ran his hands through his brown locks, making sure it was the right amount of messy. He needed to be irresistible. He smirked at himself, satisfied.

Show time.

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The air thrummed with the sound of banging drums and heavy guitar. The crowd pressed in on them, the smell of sweat and the heat of the bodies hitting them from all sides. Adam felt right at home.

He easily made his way through the crowd, searching for his little angel. She had told him to meet towards the front, by a specific pillar. Sure enough, he found her there with her usual friends. She spotted him too, giving a bright smile and waving him and Lute over. They couldn’t talk over the music, but that hardly mattered. He could use his dashing good looks and charming personality. Body language mattered a fuck ton in these matters.

So he gave her his own dashing smile and sauntered over to bump his shoulder against hers. He felt more than heard her giggle. Nailed it! Her friends shot him weird looks, clearly unimpressed, but Lute shot them a hard look back, leaving them at a standstill. That didn’t matter, really. He was more than happy to let Lute deal with them so he could have fun and rock out with the hot bitch next to him. Ain’t nothing like it! And she was smiling and dancing and bouncing with the music, clearly having a good time.

And for a while during that concert, he forgot about everything. He forgot about why he was there, forgot about his attempts at manipulation, forgot about why he was trying to in the first place. The thoughts in his mind, the constant nagging that he wasn’t good enough, that he was a failure, that he was an asshole and no one would love him… nothing he would admit to, to himself or anyone else, but was still there tearing him apart inside. Those thoughts didn’t exist. All that existed was the pounding music and the angel next to him and that beautiful smile and sparkling eyes that drew him in.

He fucking loved rock concerts! This was the shit!

And when the music finally faded, he could feel his blood boiling. He knew exactly what he wanted and he wasn’t going to play any games about it. This was his chance. The time had come and there was no hesitating.

He leaned over, resting a hand on her waist and whispering in her ear, and she didn’t pull away but leaned into his side, her body fitting perfectly against his.

“Wanta take this to my place?” He said in a low, rumbling voice, and she hummed, thinking it over. It felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He may later regret how desperate he felt, but at that moment all he wanted was her, and it was a weird feeling. Cause yeah, he’s wanted to fuck plenty of bitches before, but this wasn’t quite the same, not that he was in the mindset to analyze his feelings or some bullshit like that.

It was only a little hum before she was turning her head to whisper back in his own ear, her breath warm against his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.

“Lead the way.”

He couldn’t have stopped smiling if he was threatened at gunpoint. His wings ruffled and puffed up and she giggled, taking his hand in hers. He led her away, giving her hand a squeeze as he went. He made sure to give Lute a grin and she nodded her understanding. He didn’t even bother looking at her friends. He didn’t give two shits about them. He was gonna get laid!

He was so fucking thankful he cleaned up his place earlier. Not that they saw it.

The moment they were through that door she was on him, hands running up his chest before grabbing his jacket and pulling him towards her. Their lips crashed together, and shit, she had to have some flavored chapstick on or something cause fuck, she tasted like cherries. A growl was ripped out of his throat and he pushed forward, backing her into the hallway wall. She let out a small moan, opening her mouth for him, and fuck if that wasn’t hot.

He had never been a really patient man, so he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to his room, fumbling for the light switch. And yeah, some guys liked fucking with the lights off but why on earth would he do that when he had such a fine piece of ass in front of him? No, he needed to see her, needed to see the faces she would make and the look in her eyes because he was determined to make them roll. Fuck, she would look so hot impaled on his cock.

She smiled at him, so tender and warm his thoughts stuttered to a halt. She leaned up to cradling his face in her hands, thumbs rubbing over the red in his cheeks. His breath caught in his throat as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his so gently. His tongue darted out to pick over her lips and she parted them for him. He groaned as she let him deepen the kiss once more. His hands went to her hips, pulling her body tight against his. He swallowed the little gasp she let out into the kiss.

He didn't even know they had been backing up until she fell onto the bed, her smile turning mischievous as she dragged him along with her. He yelped in surprise, but he didn’t mind, not when she was laughing, the sound making his heart swell. And his cock. He didn’t know how to deal with the heart thing, but he had plenty of practice dealing with his dick.

He reached for her shirt to help her undress, but she grabbed his wrists to stop him, her lips pressing against his pulse.

“You first.” She said, and it wasn’t fully a command but it felt like one. He rolled his eyes and huffed, making her giggle again.

“Fine, whatever.” But he couldn’t really bring himself to care too much when her hands were on his chest, brushing his coat down his arms. He pulled it off the rest of the way, tossing it onto the ground somewhere. He'd pick it up later. (He definitely wouldn't.) Her hands traced the edge of his shirt before diving underneath, her fingers so hot against his skin. His shirt quickly joined his coat on the floor.

“Now?” He asked with a huff, pulling roughly on her shirt. She thought for a moment and shrugged, sitting up to pull her shirt over head, quickly followed by her bra.

Now they were talking! The sight of her laid out before him did wonders, wings spread out over his bed and tits out. God, she had the best tits, fit into his hands perfectly. So soft and warm. His lips were back on hers in an instant, all tongue and teeth as he groped her chest. She gasped and panted into his lips, hands frantically working at his jeans. His hips bucked against her hands, his cock already so hard and eager to feel her cunt around him. It sent a shiver down his spine when his cock sprang free, his pants and boxers joining her clothes on the floor with a kick.

Her hands roamed, from his stomach to his chest to his neck, pulling him closer to press her lips against her neck, making his cock twitch with the press of her hot lips against his skin. He moaned, pressing his face into the side of her neck while she lavished attention on his sensitive skin. His own hands wandered as well, roaming over her soft curves before landing on her thighs, parting them so he could sit more comfortably between, the new position perfect for grinding his throbbing cock against her pussy.

But he was an impatient man, and this was already taking much longer than he wanted. He reached down to grasp his cock, lining himself up with her wet cunt and pushing in. Her gasp and groan was straight up addictive, but not as addictive as her cunt fluttering around his cock. He pulled back and pushed in further, then further again, and he groaned into her neck before pulling away. He wanted to see the look on her face as he settled deep inside her.

And shit, it wasn’t fair how hot she was.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He growled, finally thrusting into her properly.

“Shit, Adam, you fit me so perfectly.” She moaned praise back, sending a delicious shiver down his spine and making him twitch inside her hot walls. The room was filled with the sound of her squelching pussy and his balls hitting her ass as he filled her and fucked her properly. Her moans and whimpers were like song, her nails digging into his shoulders, staring into his eyes and making his hips stutter.

“So good,” he moaned, hands moving from her thighs, one settling on her waist, digging into her skin to pull her harder into each thrust, the other running up her body to her breast, messaging and playing with her nipple. “So fucking hot. Such a good slut for me, shit!”

And he did have a tendency of talking dirty when he fucked someone, but his voice caught in his throat when she reached up to cradle his face. His hips sped up at the look on her face, a mix of pleasure and so much tenderness it almost hurt, and he whined. Actually fucking whined.

“Adam,” she breathed against his lips, wrapping her legs around his hips, egging him on. “Adam, you’re so good to me. Fill me so good.” She pressed her lips against his, kissing him tender before letting him deepen it, desperate for more of her.

He had never come so fast and hard in his life, or at least in a very long time. He buried his face in her neck again, hips snapping against her hard and fast, making her groan. He gave a final hard thrust, cock settled deep inside her as he came with a shutter and load groan. Her pussy clenched around him as he came and it felt like she was milking him of every drop. She sighed at the feeling of his come inside her, body relaxing underneath him.

But fuck, he wasn’t done. Couldn’t be. She hadn’t come yet, and if there was anyone in heaven or earth deserving of coming on his dick it was her.

Being the first man had its benefits. He was made for fucking, to reproduce. Which meant he almost never came only once.

She yelped as he suddenly grabbed her hips, tucking her wings in as he forcefully turned her around. He positioned her with a chuckle, chest pressing against her back, arm wrapping around her shoulders while the other positioned his dick against her cunt once more.

“We’re not done yet.” He whispered into her ear, voice low and husky. “Not until you come too.”

He could feel his cum leaking out of her and used the head of his cock to coral it back to her entrance. He pushed it in, filling her with his cock again. Between her wetness and his come, he slid in much easier this time. He didn’t move right away, settling for grinding into her pussy as he settled himself on top of her, arm tightening around her shoulders while the other grabbed her hip, squeezing hard. She had to spread her wings out again to give him room, his own fluttering at the feeling of her body against his. She fit so perfectly under him like this. He guided her hips a little higher before thrusting into her.

This time he didn’t bother starting slow. His movements were fast and hard, guided by the deep groans of pleasure she let out. He chuckled in satisfaction, leaning down to pepper kisses on the nape of her neck and shoulders. And while it felt good, so fucking good, her pussy was clamping around him so hard in this position, he was a man on a mission. He wouldn’t rest until she came. And based on the sounds she was making, wild and guttural, it wouldn’t be too long.

“Feel that? Feel me fucking into you? Feels so good doesn’t it?”

“Fuck!” Was all she could say, the word coming out strangled and needy, and holy shit if he thought he was addicted before it was nothing compared to this.

“I’m going to come inside you again, shit, gonna fill you with so much of my cum. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you? Gonna take every drop I give you. Gonna come around my cock and force every drop out.” He groaned as he felt her cunt tighten around him, her body trembling underneath him as she buried her head in the pillows. Shit, it was so hot, seeing her come undone like this.

Somehow, he managed to fuck her faster, and the sounds she made was straight up animalistic. There was no mistaking it when she came. He cursed as she clamped around him harder than ever before, pussy pulsing with the pleasure, her voice singing out her groans of release. And shit, there was no resisting that. He came again, vision going blurry as he cocked pulsed with her.

Their bodies went limp together, both panting messes. He settled his wings around them, too lazy to get a blanket when he could stay right here, buried inside her hot pussy as they fell asleep together. It wasn’t like she was complaining, letting out a content sigh.

“Thank you.” she murmured before she was out like a light.

He felt triumphant and satisfied, lazily kissing the nape of her neck and behind her ears before he followed suit.

He finally got her, and it was the best fuck he had in a long time.

#reader insert #hazbin hotel reader insert #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #adam x angel!reader #adam x reader #nsft

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rius-cave · 2 months

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What if to go with that highschool au, Lucifer hears music coming from the band hall and he recognizes it as that online guitar player he loves so much.

So he follows the sound and peeks his head in, cause in the videos the guy doesn't show his face just his hands playing the guitar.

And it's Adam practicing and writing a new song. And as mesmerizing as the music is, it really hits Lucifer at WHO it's coming from.

Because yeah Adam is a jock/bully asshole, but his VOICE this soft??? It's beautiful. His personality got on Lucifers nerves most times but that doesn't mean he didn't secretly appreciate his outwardly appearance.

Adam was far from ugly and Lucifer isn't fucking blind.

So now he has a choice. Walk away and act like he never saw him. Or he can have some fun and find out where this goes.

As for why Adam was in the band room that day, it's nearly in the basement of the school and he has full access to use it when no one's around.

Now, dear anon, you're speaking my language.

Get some shoujo manga shit on this ship pronto

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #ask

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Lieutenant’s Laughter

Summary - Tired of Lute’s bland responses to his attempts at humour, Adam takes it upon himself to make his Lieutenant laugh.

Word Count - 730

Adam and Lute were in Heaven, walking through one of the realm’s lesser populated areas. The more casual nature of their stroll prompted Lute to leave her helmet behind, yet her typical, stoic demeanor remained.

“Can you believe that, Lute?! HAHA-” Adam laughed boisterously, having just recounted a time he humiliated another angel that had attempted to one-up him.

“They were quite foolish, sir.” Lute said flatly with a nod.

Adam stopped in his tracks and turned to Lute, who halted in response.

“Seriously, Lute? I have been nothing but hilarious all day, and the biggest reaction you've given me is a nod! What’s the deal?!” Adam questioned.

“I assure you that your comedy is top notch, sir.” Lute responded calmly. “I just personally don’t have major, gleeful reactions like you. As Lieutenant of the Angelic Army, I do my best to keep my composure.”

“Well that’s stupid.” Adam said, clearly annoyed. “You need to lighten up, girly. Stop taking yourself so seriously. You rarely even smile!”

“I am comfortable with my current displays of amusement, and do not intend on altering them. Trust me, I find you quite entertaining, sir, even if I do not show it.” Lute said with a weak smile.

Adam huffed in response.

Lute turned, ready to continue walking, when she felt a sharp jab in her side. It was followed by another, and another.

Adam was repeatedly poking at her torso from all directions. Lute began batting at his hands.

“Sir! What are you doing?!” Lute questioned, beginning to get a bit frantic.

“Stay still! I’m testing something.” Adam said, focused.

“Sir!” Lute called out, doing her best to hit away Adam’s hands before they reached her. “This is very unprofessional!”

“Fine…” Adam said, pulling his hands away and folding his arms against his chest.

Lute turned once again to begin walking. This time, she felt fingers wiggling up against her sides.

“Adam!” Lute called out, gripping his wrists. This time, however, Adam was persistent.

“Nuh-uh~” He sang out, keeping up his attack. “I’m done with this. I need a laugh, and I need it now.”

Lute, unable to remove Adam’s hands, began giggling.

“Okahahay! Okahahay! Stahahap nohow!” She pleaded.

“Mmm, I don’t think so! I’ve waited long enough for this. I’m not ready to give it up quite yet.” Adam responded with a grin.

Adam then grabbed hold of Lute’s wrists, raised her arms into the air, pulled her close, and began squishing her stomach with his free hand. Lute squealed.

“Ahahadadam! Nohohoho! Ehehehehe!” She giggled out madly.

“Who’s my giggly little Lute? You are! You are!” Adam cooed, grinning deviously.

Lute flushed. Adam knew just how to fluster her, and she hated it.

“Adahaham! Quihihit ihihit! Ehehe!” Lute protested.

“Music to my ears~” Adam said, ignoring Lute’s pleas as she continued to giggle. “Ooh! Idea!”

Suddenly, Adam released Lute’s arms and scooped her up bridal-style. He began raking his nails across Lute’s stomach, imitating the sounds of his guitar.

“Bow-now-now-nownow! N-now-n-now-nownow!” Adam sang enthusiastically.

Lute’s giggles turned into full-fledged laughter.

“NAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!” She laughed, holding onto Adam’s arm.

“You make a sweet guitar, Lute. You hit aaaall the high notes~” Adam teased.

He continued for a few minutes before slowing his hand to a stop.

As Lute was catching her breath, she felt something soft being grazed underneath her chin. Adam’s wing’s agonizingly slow movements kept a smile plastered on her face, as soft snickers spilled from her lips.

“Wow, Lute. I never knew you were this ticklish! I should have tried this a long time ago.” Adam said, pulling his wing away and placing Lute down onto the ground.

“Plehease don’t, sir.” Lute said as she studied herself.

“Oh hush, Lute. I could tell how much you were loving every second of that. Now, come on. We have places to be.” Adam said, making his way down the street.

Lute followed behind, attempting to hide her blushing face.

Despite her protests, Adam wasn’t wrong. She would have slaughtered anyone else who launched such an attack, playful or not, but, since it was Adam, she didn’t mind. It was also nice to be able to let her guard down for a bit.

As Lute walked alongside the first man, one thought filled her mind that she was unable to shake.

She hoped that Adam would make her laugh more often.

#hazbin hotel tickle #ler!adam #lee!lute

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rottenpumpkin13 · 3 months

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AGSZC go camping at the beach! What happens?

Sending you good vibes!

Things That Happen At The Beach

• Genesis thinks it's funny to tie a piece of bread onto a string and annoy some seagulls. He ends up getting harassed by the seagulls.

• Angeal leaves Zack alone at the beach for five minutes, when he comes back Zack is instructing a Zumba class.

• Sephiroth and Genesis try surfing (competitively) but they both get wiped out by a dolphin.

• It's Cloud's first time at the beach and he's very excited. Oh, look! A beach iguana. Maybe he should feed it some snacks :)

• Cloud gets chased by the iguana.

• Angeal is building the bonfire, Genesis suggests he use materia but Angeal is adamant about "returning to nature" and doing things "the old school way." They're arguing over this, meanwhile Zack has grabbed the guitar and is doing a happy, upbeat cover of Mad World. Genesis and Angeal are screaming in the background.

• Meanwhile Sephiroth and Cloud are setting up the tents.

Cloud: Um, not that I'm complaining, but why can't we go to a hotel instead?

Sephiroth: Good question. *he turns around* Angeal, why can't we go to a hotel?

Angeal: N A T U R E *throws his flip flop at Sephiroth*

• Zack and Cloud build some sandcastles! But the group of little kids a few feet away from them are building a whole sand city and now Zack makes it his mission to out-do the children. It's all going great until a little girl shouts that their sand castle looks terrible and calls Zack an unkind word not meant for kids. Zack as to then explain to Cloud that he cannot fight a child.

• Genesis convinces Sephiroth to let him bury him in the sand. Genesis digs a hole, makes Sephiroth get inside, turns around to pick up his shovel, then when he turns around again Sephiroth is gone. He's convinced Sephiroth san into the sand, so he spends ten minutes frantically digging trying to save him. And then Sephiroth shows up again. He has a churro. A vendor walked by and Sephiroth had gone to buy a churro. Genesis harasses him with the shovel.

• Angeal forces the four of them to go out fishing and "earn their dinner" while he sets up the rest of their camp. They set out on two jet skis. Four of them go, three come back.

Cloud: We caught the fish.

Angeal: Uh, where's Sephiroth?

Zack:

Genesis:

Cloud:

*They all scramble to get back on the jet skis because they forgot Sephiroth on a rock in the middle of the ocean*

• Zack and Cloud are hanging out under a big beach umbrella, watching Sephiroth, Angeal and Genesis in the water playing volleyball.

Zack: Man, aren't the guys so cool? How can they stay that deep in the ocean and still play?

Cloud: Oh, ouch! Genesis hit Sephiroth with the ball. I think his nose is bleeding!

Zack: I'm telling you, Spike, I wish I had their courage. I'd be so scared of a shark showing up.

Cloud: Yup! His nose is broken. Uh oh, he looks mad. Genesis isn't helping his case by laughing.

Zack: Do you like volleyball? I like volleyball, but I don't think I could play that well in the water.

Cloud: Sephiroth has produced Masamune out of nowhere.

Zack: To be honest, I'm not that great on land either.

Cloud: He's drowning Genesis.

Zack: You know what would be a cool sport to play in the water? Basketball!

Cloud: Zack I'm witnessing a murder.

Zack: Man, I wish water-basketball were possible!

Cloud: Where'd Genesis go? OH! Now Sephiroth is fighting Angeal.

Zack: Do you think it's possible, spike?

Cloud: That's it. I'm calling the police.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #storytime

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ourlastbastion · 3 months

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I actually really like how Alastor got beaten so easily (And I say easily, because it took Adam one hit to put the man on the brink of death) in the finale.

The fandom often overhypes how powerful Alastor is, and I've lost count of how often I've seen stans claiming Alastor could beat the Goetia and Sins, how Alastor is more powerful than Lucifer.

Adam being the first of mankind, no longer a mortal soul (by implication of golden blood and him saying a 'mortal soul' is no match for him), and leader of the Exorcists, it's clear he's very powerful. He took out Alastor's shield in a single punch.

Compare him and Charlie. They both got a few hits in, but Charlie's were the only ones that actually hurt Adam. She made him bleed, and Adam was clearly surprised by it, "like what the fuck, a demon managed to hurt me?" While Alastor got two hits on Adam, neither seemed to do more than annoy him.

Alastor was only able to fight him through overwhelming numbers; the tentacles and minions, which again, weren't doing much beyond keeping him occupied and away from the main fight. Which was good, don't get me wrong, keeping Adam occupied for a few minutes bought the others time to cut down the angel army's numbers. Alastor kept throwing things Adam's way to keep him on the defensive and unable to actually attack back. The few attacks Adam did manage to go after Alastor with were normal, non divine ones. Just slashing at him with his guitar-axe, which would be easy enough for anyone used to fighting to dodge.

As soon as Adam had a moment to make a serious attack, when he got sick of Alastor's games, the Radio Demon was fucked. One hit was all Adam needed for Alastor to retreat (technically two, actually. One to disarm, the other, as Alastor said himself, he barely survived) . And I love that. It shows that Alastor isn't as powerful as fans, or as the others in the hotel, think, and it shows just how much more powerful Adam was. It's humbling for Alastor to be knocked down a few pegs, and for the part of the fandom that thinks Alastor could beat God in a fistfight, it shows them that, no, Alastor isn't unbeatable.

Adding to; He wasn’t even using any angelic weapon/angelic steel when fighting Adam. The one thing confirmed to be able to kill an angel and he thought he could take Adam on without it. My man was way too overconfident in his abilities.

#Hazbin Hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #Alastor #Adam Hazbin Hotel

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novasintheroom · 5 months

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hiii ✧⁠*⁠。

could i request a scenario w wolfwood (trimax coding if possible) and reader in an established relationship, using kiss prompt 13 from dialogue list 1? thank u heehee 🩷

Absolutely! I'm not familiar w/ trimax really, so I hope this still came out alright!

Lipstick Kisses

♡ Pairing - Wolfwood x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - slight make-out session

♡ Description: Nico complains about your lipstick. He doesn't mean it, though.

The floorboards beat with the strumming of guitars and drums. People stamp their feet, dancing with each other and their drinks. It’s bright in the bar. Lively. The whole town is celebrating another close call from bandits. It was a hard-won victory, thanks to Vash the Stampede and his friends.

The Stampede himself is at the bar, tie magically around his head and babbling happily. Meryl and Millie watch from a nearby table, murmuring to themselves and enjoying their own drinks. They don’t wonder too much about where their other two friends are. You’re usually around somewhere, just out of sight.

Of course, you and Nico had secreted yourselves nearby, in one of the bar’s small hallways. The perfect place for a little lovin’.

“You’re gonna get lipstick all over me,” Nico grumps, but still stretches to let your lips find another spot on his skin.

You hum, leaning back to admire your work. A patchwork of lips decorates his neck, his jaw. “Not all over you,” you tease. You rub at a lip mark, dark red-turned-purple smearing in the dim lighting. “Just the parts I can see.”

“Well if you want to get it all over me, we could find a room and – oof.” Your hit doesn’t actually wind him, but he takes the hint. He smiles at your glare.

You smile back after a moment. “You’re awful.”

He pulls you close again and leans down for a kiss. Your lips meld together, sweet and endearing. It’s hard to have moments like this alone nowadays. Too many eyes, too many whispers. But tonight is a celebration of another close call. It’s time to indulge.

Your lips wander again. You feel his Adam’s Apple bounce with his swallow, his stubble grazing your cheeks as you reach for his ear. It’s easy to kiss him. Easy to love him. You press another red kiss to his earlobe and whisper. You aren’t even sure what, but it brings goosebumps to his skin. He tries to do the same to you – bending down to press a kiss to the groove of your neck. It tickles, and you laugh. Nico lets out his own breathy laugh, cut off to a low groan when you kiss his throat again.

“Princessa…” he warns, but you keep kissing. You want to mark him up, see nothing but your lip stains on his skin. Not a patch of natural color in sight. But Nico knows where this could lead, and he isn’t about to let you go so far. So he grabs your chin and hefts your lips to his again, pressing once, twice, three times before melding perfectly again to a sweet, long kiss.

You’re breathless when he pulls back. He isn’t much better. He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath through his nose. “What you do to me…”

You giggle and press your nose to his.

A waitress suddenly opens the door and moves through the hall. She only glances at you two, eyes sliding over you like water before she’s gone again, into the backroom. She must be used to scenes like yours.

You, however, are not, and your face is flushed at being caught. You bury your face in his chest and shake your head. You want to leave now. Go back to the party. “That’s so embarrassing…”

Your man snickers and says, “Hey,” softly. You look up at him, pouting, but unable to hold it when you see again just how many lipstick marks you’ve left over his face. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he says. Nico laughs and pats your cheek. “S’a good color on you.”

You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs. “Not as good as the lipstick color on you,” you shoot back. You’re pleased to see the red rise to his cheeks.

“Alright, alright,” he pulls out a handkerchief from one of his jacket pockets and gives it to you. “Help me clean up, will you?” He mutters something about getting back to the party, anyway. The moment is gone, and it’s time to move forward.

You take your time wiping the makeup off. Each one needs a bit of good scrubbing. You’ll have to get this lipstick brand again – it really stays on well. Nico is patient, letting you wipe and re-wipe several areas, dampening the handkerchief with your spit to help the stubborn ones. He watches you stick your tongue out, concentrating on every little bit. It’s hard to not kiss you when you look like that. When you’re finally satisfied with your work, you step back and give him a once over. “Okay…I think you’re clean.”

He reaches out and wipes away a smear of lipstick on the side of your mouth. He smiles and pecks you on the lips. “Thanks, doll.”

The bar is bright when you come out of the doorway. People nod at you two, some giving winks and knowing smirks. You squeeze Nico’s hand before flitting away to the bar to get you two the drinks you want. He watches for a moment before finding his way to Millie and Meryl nearby.

“Well, you two seem to be having fun,” Meryl quips.

Nico pauses for a split second before lowering himself in a seat. “What do you mean? We just went for a little walk.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Millie is staring at a spot on Nico’s neck. “Gosh, Mister Wolfwood, if you went for a walk, it must have been a very loving one, what with that lipstick on you!”

Nico feels a blush creep up his neck. He slaps a hand where he sees Millie’s eyes and rubs. Red lipstick smears onto his fingers. You’d missed one on purpose. He looks at you at the bar. You turn away with a quick smile. Caught red-handed.

Meryl and Millie laugh at his plight while he grumbles about you being blind. Still, his heart hammers at how blatantly you made your mark for everyone to see.

Oh, he’d get you for this later.

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #ww x reader #writing #self insert #reader insert #nova writes #nova answers

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ironbatpaperturtle · 1 month

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What if like School of rock adamsapple AU

AGHHHH

Obviously its Dewey Finn as Adam

But the rest is like:

Rosalie Mullins as Sera

Ned Schneebly as Lucifer

Patty as Lilith

Lawrence as Alastor

Summer as Charlie

Freddy as Cherry Bomb

Zack as Sir Pentious

(And the rest idk yet lol)

But, like Adam living with Lucifer (Ned) whos dating Lilith (Patty). And instead of Lucifer vs Adam its Adam vs Lilith rivalry kinda thang. Because in this AU Lilith and Adam were highschool sweetheart (before they broke up) and Lucifer was someone Adam met in college and Adam just lived in Lucifers place after college, rent free.

Anyways Luci and Lilith when they were both working adults and hit it off. So when Lucifer decided to invite Lilith to his place imagine her suprise when she sees Adam of all people, playing the electric guitar in nothing but sweats mooching off Lucifer.

And I wont call Lucifer a push over like how Ned was in the movie, but I do believe that Lucifer holds pity over this man so he lets him stay, Adam probably knows this and honestly, in this econony? Fuck yeah.

Better than getting kicked out of his own band. Probably thinks its 'totally bro-coded' of Lucifer to be letting him mooch of him, even if again, in Lucifers case, its pity. (I also bet that there not as close as the Ned and Dewey from the 2003 movie who bonded over there love for rock)

Anyways Adam's hard edge personality softening the more he spends time with the kids. (He doesn't realize this)

(He also doesn't realize how he'd act like a nagging Mom whenever the kids impersonate bad habits of Rock Stars from the movies he plays to teach them, like smoking lol)

As he gradually softens up, he'd be more upbeat and discreetly talk to Lucifer about techniques about teaching, y'know for the kids, and of course Lucifer- hasn't-been-called-to-a-job (A lie) finding this certain upbeat attitude infectious wouldn't mind. He'd even be happy to know that Adam was expanding his taste. (Again a lie, well only partially)

So whenever its only them (because even though Adams not the brightest fucker, he is not about to ask lucifer about teacher shit infront of Lilith, she was validectorian for a reason) Adam would be all up Lucifer space and ask him shit.

Speaking of space I think Adam doesn't have sense of personal space, unless to people he doesn't like, and would be all up Lucifers. And Lucifers doesn't mind and finds it adorable when Adam would move his hands around to express himself or to fill in the silence with his humming of made up songs.

Idk anymore BUT, Lucifer who originally let him stay for pity and gradually sees Adam as not just a rock star wannabe but someone who GENUINELY LOVES rock and wouldn't mind sharing it. Someone who doesn't do anything half-assed. SOMEONE WHO HAS SO MUCH LOVE WRAPPED INSIDE OF HIM SO WHEN YOU OPEN IT ITS EXPRESSED IN ĹOUD OBNOXIOUS WAYS YOU'LL CHERISH AND MAKE YOU SMILE FROM FONDNESS.

OEOXJIEOWKD RKESKFKR IDKKK ALRIGHT IM JUSTTTT SPROUTING SHITT. GRRR

I just find this an interesting way to showcase Adam's personality in a modern way, especially with his ability to lead little gremlins (exorcist and now children).

Obviously Lilith would realize Lucifer would be looking at Adam differently compared to before and would be like 'been there done that'

She'd probably go with Sera (IVE SEEN DRAWINGS OF THEM OKAY DONT JUDGE).

Again idk what im typing

#adamsapple #guitarduck #adam x lucifer #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer morningstar

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angeliclute · 3 months

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Here for you until the end of time

FANFICTION: Adam x Lute

SFW || fluff || injury

{First fanfiction written and published here I hope you enjoy!}

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It was their first time flying down to hell to the new structure that was just built. The elders wanted a place where meetings can be held without sinners going up to heaven. Although Adam thought it was the most bullshit thing he has ever heard he was instructed by sera to head down but had Lute with him. Where ever he went Lute was there next to him. No matter the time of day, not even sera could separate them if she tried too.

Landing in front of the building it was a large hourglass as it was still under construction. There was tape wrapped around the building to make sure no one dared to enter. Surprisingly the building itself has not been vandalized with pentagrams all over. Entering the building was a long hallway. All very empty, a few rooms to the left and the right. "This is what we fucking waste our time on?" The lead of the exorcist complained squinting his eyes everywhere.

Lute ran her finger on the wall and looked down to see her gloves dusty. Grunting to herself "It's not even cleaned" Stepping foot into a room as she passed the frame of the door she felt her body being shoved foreword onto the cold marble. Grunting as she quickly grabbed hold of her sword getting up on her feet swiftly. "Adam!" She yelled his name loudly to hear if he was okay while she kept her eyes on the two demons that attacked her.

Two demons with wings and disfigured face both looked down at her with saliva running from their mouths. "What the fuck is it! Making me walk everywhere" You could hear the whine laced in his tone. He appeared as he was about to walk into the room but lute pushed off her feet and flew right towards him. Her hands gripping tightly onto his robe as she uses the force to push him back into the empty hallway. "If you wanted to be top just say so babe~" Smiling widely up at her as he made such an obnoxious face while he wiggled both his eyebrows and biting his lower lip.

"Right now is not the fucking time!" She got in her stance in front of Adam with her wings spread out to make herself bigger. "We got company" Their two heads appeared out the door frame as they crawled out into the hallway. They were a decent size, bigger than lute herself but smaller than Adam. One demon hissed and flew at Lute with a handmade shank in his hand as she jumped towards it with her sword watching their movements closely. It had taken Adam a couple seconds to come to terms with what was going on. The worst part? They were fighting in a brand new building.

Fuck him. He couldn't use his golden blast but he could use his guitar to beat them on the head with it. In a snap of a finger his guitar appeared in his hands as he gave the demon a sinister grin before they charged at each other. "Man you must really live a very pathetic life if it came down to being bold enough to attack an angel" Smirking as he dodged all of the demons moves in attempting to kick and punch the archangel. "Well you're in hell so man your life really is fucking pathetic" He snorted laughing uncontrollably as he took a good swing at him hearing the guitar meet with the side of his face.

From above Lute flew around trying to get a good point to face him head on. She made a quick wrap around a column and collided with the sinner who was chasing her. When their bodies collided the sinner had thrown the shank down as Lute quickly turned her head to see where it was falling towards. It had strike his other companion in the throat as his blood gushes as his body hit the concrete. Those moments where Lute had her back turned towards the enemy she was kicked into the wall. Her back hitting the cold stone as she yelled out in pain.

She fell onto the cold floor while trying to prop herself with her arm. 'What the fuck just happened' Thoughts running through her head. Just like that she remembered what was going down before she was flung into the wall. "Fuck... Adam!" She yelled weakly attempting to get up and looking around to find no one. Holding tightly onto her injured arm that she landed on as she limped her way over to each room. Her heart raced not hearing or seeing him. Hyperventilating started to set in as she became uneased. With the bit of adrenaline left in her body she pushed herself to run down the hallway passing the first sinner that died in battle.

Passing all the rooms, with no sight of him the tears start to form. Panic had clouded her mind at this rate letting the tears fall heavily. She approached the last room as she stared at the frame of the door hoping and praying Adam was inside. Shaking she walked in and saw him. All of a sudden she felt the boost of adrenaline shoot through her body as she ran over to him. "Adam... Adam!" She fell onto her knees next to him as she started shaking him. No response. "Fucking dammit wake the fuck up!" She yelled as her tears started to drip onto his robe leaving stains behind. Her wings lowered as she lifted the top half of his body the best she could. She rested his head on her lap with her arms wrapped around him.

She took his helmet off and threw it aside as her face buried into his brown hair. Her hand cupped his face as she sat there for a few minutes cherishing the moment. She lifted her head a bit giving him a kiss on his forehead. Seconds after that she heard his grunts as he started to slowly move. Her eyes opened wide looking down to see if she wasn't just dreaming but no. He was actually waking up. It felt as if life was just restored into her, a wave of relief washed over her.

His gold tired eyes meet with hers. Red and puffy from crying. "L-Lute?" you could hear it in his voice he was slightly sore from the battle as he remained laying in her lap. "Yes?" She pushes the strands of his hair from his face. "You're still here... you didn't leave me behind" His voice cracked slightly surprised to see her there next to him. She smiled down softly at him surprised he would even think she would leave him behind in this corrupted place. "I would never leave you behind.." She helped him sit up slowly as she sat in front of him.

"I am here for you until the end of time"

She stood up offering a hand to help him up as his hand grabbed hers. Lute could see the genuine smile and look Adam was giving her. It wasn't very often that Adam was genuine or they had moments like this. But when they did Lute would never forget. Helping him to his feet he immediately went in for a hug pulling her in close. Lute melted in his arms. "Thank you" He whispered to her. He had expected her to leave him behind. He was used to women leaving. Lilith left and Eve left. But not Lute she was loyal to him and even when he didn't want to admit it she holds a special place in his heart.

"Lets get the fuck out of here" He slung an arm around her shoulder as she smiled up at him. It was a constant fear of losing him but not today it made her happy that they were going back to heaven together.

#adam x lute #fanfiction #fluff #injury #sfw #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute

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