You Text Them "I Want A Baby"

Wheres ur head at at wheres ur head at

Started as just silly Akaza, turned out to be the whole gang

Sinful Alphabet

Saint Peter NSFW Alphabet

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Saint Peter x Reader

C/TW: NSFW (duh), Adam mentioned, Implied!Switch Peter, He’s mostly subbing, Dom reader, reader mostly written as fem in mind

MDNI

A/N: This is all written with the mindset that Peter is very new to sexual intimacy. I feel like as time went on, the answers would differ. Plus also I really like the idea of a virgin saint Peter so like-💀

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s usually in subspace for awhile after sex, so he probably wouldn’t do anything for the first several minutes. But he would love to hold your hand, stay close to you, and use his wings to wrap you both up snuggly together. Maybe ask if you’re hungry and want him to order anything for you.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also you)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ His favourite part of his body would probably have to be his hands. He loves running them over your body, through your hair, holding and groping you, fingering you, ect,. His hands are soft, delicate and always cold, loves how your body reacts to his touches.

His favourite body part on you is would have to be your mouth/lips. From how they feel against his lips, skin, wrapped around his cock, ect,. Plus the sweet pleasurable noises you make when you guys do it, with his name falling from your lips, gets him all needy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ If you have a sweet tooth, you’d love the taste of his cum. He loves cumming down your throat the most. Watching you with watery blue eyes as you drink his cum like it’s your favourite milk is enough to get him hard again.

D = Dirty Secret (What’s their dirty secret)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ During a particularly long shift at the golden/pearly gates of Heaven, his mind wondered off to fantasizing about you sitting underneath the podium, milking his cock with your mouth as he works. He got so hard but was so embarrassed and ashamed of it, he couldn’t face you, Sera, and anyone else for the next several days. May or may not have thought about that fantasy the next time you gave him head though.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ No experience. Not even in masturbation. You’re his first time ever. He’s been around for centuries and never did anything until you and him became a thing.

F = Favourite Position

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Saw @simphornies mention this and I 100% agree; Missionary and Cowgirl. He likes facing you and holding your hips, thighs, tits/chest, waist, ect,. His favourite is holding your hands though—he likes the intimacy and caring nature of it.

G = Goofy (Are they serious or goofy during sex?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Pretty serious. Maybe kind of goofy but in a dorky way? He wouldn’t crack a joke but he would maybe react kind of adorably and dork like since he’s so flustered. You pin him against a wall? “Ah—well—Uh..ha… hello there..” God he’s such a dork.

H = Hair (How well groomed down there are they?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Pretty well groomed. No bush, gets trimmed every now and then.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantically speaking)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He loves being intimate. He definitely prefers making love over sex, any day! He loves whispering praises to you, whether or not he’s topping or bottoming, he will tell you he loves you and how perfect he thinks you are. A big fan of stolen kisses while you do it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He feels kinda guilty doing it so he doesn’t do it often. Plus he prefers your hand, mouth, and body anyways so like—

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Praise kink (both giving and receiving). He has to let you know how perfect you are, how good you make him feel, and thank you for letting him touch and see your bare skin. When he receives praise though, he gets needy and kind of teary eyed, definitely sends him up to subspace quickly. Also gets really flustered and embarrassed. Oh you say he looks so pretty when he’s edged into oblivion? He’s definitely tearing up and whimpering.

He loves cock warming. He also hates it because come on! You’re being so unfair, sitting on his aching cock and not moving. Oh but he loves how closely intimate it is, how he gets to wrap his arms around you, holding you close, your hands entangling themselves into his hair, ect,. And when you do move? Oh my god he’s so relieved, he’s thanking you and moaning your name like it’s the only thing he knows how to say.

Overstimulation. He’s weak and is usually already a trembling mess just from a handjob, so he cums quickly. When you keep going though, sucking him dry, riding him, and milking him for several more rounds though? You could ask if he wants you to stop but he’s already babbling on incoherently about how he doesn’t want you to stop. Plus he likes how trembly he is when you’re done, cuz that usually means you take care of him and he has every excuse to cling to you as much as possible.

L = Location (Favourite place to do it)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Privacy of the bedroom. Your bedroom, his bedroom, shared room, hotel room, whatever. He just wants a big bed to lay on or to lay you on while you go at it like rabbits—with full privacy of course.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Honestly he’s kind of easy to turn on—especially when it comes to you. Whisper a few dirty words to him, pin him against a wall, tease him, bend over in front of him, ect,. It’s easier to just say ‘you’, honestly. You could go out for milkshakes and he’d completely innocently watch you lick the white substance from your lips and his mind goes places. Granted he feels dirty and embarrassed by it so please don’t tease him about it :c

N = No (What will they not do?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Anything where either of you get hurt-even just a lil bit—is off the table. Want him to spank you? No, no, sweetheart! Why would he do that? He just wants to worship you and love you.

Also anything where people could hear or see you. He hopes the bedroom walls are soundproof cause his jealousy side does not like the idea of anyone hearing your noises and seeing your body the way only he should get to see it. He once accidentally walked in on you changing and despite his very flustered state, he lightly scolded you for leaving the door unlocked. What if someone else walked in?! :c

O = Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving? How skilled are they?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ As mentioned quite a few times already, he loves getting head from you. Your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock sucking, licking, and kissing—it drives him crazy. He’s not selfish though, he loves giving you head as well. Got a pussy he could eat out? He’s already sitting on the floor by the edge of the bed with your legs spread over his shoulders as he eats you out like you’re a delicious last meal.

He’s surprisingly good at it, despite having no experience before you came into his life. It mostly stems from him being kind of unsure of himself and just trying as much as he can so he can please you just as amazing as you please him. It works. Maybe a little too well though but that’s okay! He’ll spread your thighs apart and whisper sweet praises to you as he takes another lick of your sweet juices.

P = Pace (Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He likes starting slow and getting faster. Slow because of the intimacy and being in the moment with you but as the night wears on, the more needy and desperate you both get and he just can’t get enough of you. He needs either you riding him until he can’t breathe anymore or his cock so balls deep in you that only his name is all you know.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies over proper sex)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He doesn’t…mind them. I mean, they still feel good and since it’s you, of course he’ll do it buuuuuut he prefers proper sex-er, love making. Honestly if you both don’t have enough time, oral is preferred. If you do get a quickie in though, please still hold his hand and make him feel loved when you’re done your little fun together. It’s the love and care that he craves.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, take risks, ect?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Not really. Public fun maybe, but that’s usually reserved for oral and even then, he wants/needs you guys to be somewhere at least 98% private. Want to suck him while spending the day at the beach? Yes, sweetheart, of course you can but please not here—let’s find someplace a lot more secluded, okay?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He cums quickly and gets hard from a few dirty words and naughty touches from you. In other words he’s sensitive as fuck but please don’t stop, he loves the overstimulation and those pretty noises you make. The most he’ll be able to go is about 4 rounds before it starts feeling so overwhelmingly good that it actually starts to hurt. If you can still go however, he’s more than happy to let you sit on his face. He’ll be so lost in subspace, the only thing on his mind would be you and the taste of your pretty pussy.

T = Toys (Do they have any toys?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam gifted him a fleshlight once, just to be a dick and tease him. You guys do use it though sometimes—mainly when you feel particularly cruel and want to tease him. Straddle him, using the fleshlight to jerk him off while he sits there trembling and begging for you to stop teasing him. It feels good but you just feel so much better.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Despite how subby I made him out to be, sometimes he’ll take charge. He’s definitely a switch, leaning more towards bottoming. When he’s topping though, he likes to tease you by eating you out over and over. It’s one of the few times he gets to hear you whine and whimper, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, as he drives you so, so close! One of the other reasons he teases you like this, is because he knows he doesn’t really last that long in bed compared to you. So getting you all needy, desperate, and wet for him is basically part of his plan to get you to cum good and all over him when he finally fucks his cock into you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds do they make?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s pretty loud. He doesn’t scream but he isn’t like, a quiet fuck either. He whimpers, moans, and begs—doesn’t matter if he’s topping or bottoming. If you peg him-or you got a dick-though, he’s screaming in pleasure. Tries to be quiet, not that successful.

W = Wild Card (random nsfw headcanon)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ LOVES lazy morning sex. You’re both so sleepy, yet so needy, loving, and clinging to each other the entire time. It’s like you can’t keep your lips off of each other. When he’s topping, he loves hovering above you, holding your body close to him, exchanging many loving good morning kisses as he finds a nice steady rhythm to fuck his cock into you nice and deep.

When you’re topping he likes sitting up against the pillows and headboard as you lazily ride and grind against him. His hands he wouldn’t know what to do with as all he wants is to keep touching you and keep you close. Definitely always kissing each other though. He loves it when you eat each other’s moans like this ♥︎

X = X-Ray (What are they packing?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s pretty average at about 5 inches. Fully erect though he’s about 6 inches. His cock is decently thick. Like the rest of him, it’s paper white but the head has a golden hue. Surprisingly heavy balls—probably from the literal centuries they’ve gone having not been emptied.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Not high so he wouldn’t really initiate that often. If you initiated though, that’s another story. It just needs to be with you and plus only you can really get him going. If you have a high sex drive, don’t worry, you won’t be flying solo a lot. And when he gets into it, he gets into it. Could and will go hours upon hours because of you.

Z = ZZZ (How quick they fall asleep afterwards?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It takes a lot out of him, especially when he’s bottoming/subbing. So he can easily fall into slumber but he loves the aftercare so he stays up until your both settled. Then he’ll allow himself to drift off to sleep with you right next to him.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to make this for so long and then finally at like 1am I was like, you know what… I’ll do it. And now it’s 4am and my sleep schedules ruined—

Heh, worth it though

Also might’ve went a bit ham on the “Kink’s” portion I’m so sorry 💀💀

Is okay if I request the reader saying “I hate everyone else in the world but you” to withered bonnie and toy bonnie (separately) It doesn’t matter how u put.. it’s just…there’s barely anything for them 🥲.

have a lovely day 💜

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒!𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞, 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 -> 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞

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> 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝙰𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜 2

> 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝚃𝚘𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎, 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎

> 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙶𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝-𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎

> 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝

> 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2062

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•Saaame there needs to be more content of them! Also this is more of a one shot because... It would be too short as a reaction or headcanon. It's still separate!

•I'm sorry if you wanted a more fluffy request ;w;

•Also I decided to make it a one-shot! Sorry if it's short. Especially the Withered Bonnie one since I didn't have any ideas on him, I'm more used to writing Toy Bonnie, he's really popular here XD

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-> 𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞:

"There, there sweetheart~" Toy Bonnie's sweet comforting voice was filling the room you two were in, wrapping the bandage around your bitten arm with as much care as he could before stopping, he lifted his hand and wiped a tear away "Come on, look at me." Although he meant to sound comforting, the words had a forceful tone underlying it, it made you flinch from the recent events that you experienced.

You had tried escaping the Pizzeria again, not being able to take Toy Bonnie's overwhelming claims of love, needy personality, forceful behaviour of wanting your attention on him at all times and the rest of the toys sadistic nature towards you. Expect this time, rather than just being pulled back and getting dragged into your so called room, Mangle had ended up biting you, their teeth had digged into your arm rather harshly. If it wasn't for Toy Bonnie ruthlessly ripping Mangle away from you with a promise to tear them apart even more later, you'd have surely lost an arm.

Reluctantly, you lifted your head to look up at his green eyes, you forgot how many days, weeks you've been locked here up for, surely it has been two months by now "Was that so hard?" Toy Bonnie laughed, it was light hearted despite the situation. You both stood in eerie silence before Toy Bonnie sighed "Does it hurt that much?" Again, you heard that soft and sweet voice he managed to pull, everytime you couldn't help but to give in, especially now. Nodding your head, you let out an uncomfortable grumble when he traced his fingers on your arm 'He's acting. He's acting.' You tried convincing yourself, knowing how great he was at that, yet you knew your self control was slipping through your fingers.

"Dear god sweetheart, I can't even imagine." Toy Bonnie cooed as gently as he could, bringing it up to gently kiss at your bandaged arm, it made you flinch in surprise, usually you'd be scolded, mocked by him for even thinking you could escape after failing so many times but this behavior was... Confusing you... Comforting you for some strange reason "It hurts... I-it really hurts..." You admitted, tears streaming down your face as you recalled the memory.

A loud shriek escaping from your mouth once Mangle had a hold of your arm with their mouth, their bright eye staring at your through the dark as their jaw lowered before the teeth harshly pierced through your skin and muscles again, as if the pain wasn't enough you began hearing laughter surrounding you, you were feeling too erratic to notice who the laughter was from, you could've guessed that it was the rest of the toys, but you've had enough, you can't stand this mistreatment from them. All of them wanted to kill you! Expect...

"There, there, shhh it's alright~" Toy Bonnie gently shushed you, his voice soft and barely being louder than your cries, you were pulled into a hug and you let it, the way he gently rubbed your head and kissed your forehead didn't leave you as disturbed as before "I'm here, you know I love you, I took care of Mangle and the rest so don't worry." Somehow the confession wasn't as overbearing and annoying now, had you gotten used to it? He was your only source of comfort in these dark room and halls despite being the reason you were trapped in the first place.

It took a few minutes of you crying and the blue bot comforting you before you uttered your words again "I hate..." Toy Bonnie hummed at that, seeming a bit disappointed, did the plan not work? You still hated him? 'Come on star, I'm running out of ideas.' He was troubled, sure he did beat up Mangle a little for hurting you THIS badly but he was the one who staged the whole plan.

His bunny ears lowered a little, were you too tired to fight back this time? Then he should be trying to enjoy your current compliance before you start fighting back again, making him come up with another plan on how to win you over. But your next words saved him the trouble.

"I-I hate everyone else in this world... B-but you..." You claimed soon after, finally having calmed down from the crying. You left Toy Bonnie in a state of shock after what was said, his brain and mechanisms suddenly loading after he processed the words, ears shooting right up in shock and if he was honest with himself, from being a little flustered "Y-you're my only source of comfort in this place... P-please don't leave me alone." Toy Bonnie blinked back into reality and looked down at you.

From the fight you had surely got disheveled, and your face was a mess from crying "Look at you..." Toy Bonnie mumbled, a light smirk started to appear on him as he cupped your face, he finally had control of the situation. You didn't LOVE, love him yet but this was a great start to your relationship "You're a mess dear, don't worry, I'll be sure to take care of you as best as I can."

You knew it was bad, you shouldn't have given in, but you immediately leaned closer once he cupped your face, a very small smile appearing on your face, feeding to Toy Bonnie's happiness from the situation that was happening "Well then..." He just wanted to check, by pulling away from you. Your reaction actually had him nearly bursting out laughing. The way you immediately latched back to him in a panic caused him to smirk.

You would've seen his intentions very clearly if it wasn't for the sudden panic overtaking you "D-don't leave..." You pleaded, tears threatening to spill down making him hum, almost as if he was thinking about it before laughing "Of course not darling!" He chuckled as you let out a relieved sigh, the overwhelming excitment making itself present when he saw how he's won.

"I'll be with you here, forever~"

-> 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞:

You stared blankly at the wall, dried tears evident on your face as you had cried again but this time there was no screaming or thrashing around, you had gotten used to just taking it, silently crying without a sob choking out. You were tired, so tired... Yet the familiar metallic sounds through the vent made you dread the current hour.

"𝙃ey s𝙒eethe𝘼rt." The glitching voice, despite how threatening it was by default, made you calm down; not that you were in any less danger, the withered bunny animatronic was probably more dangeous to your sanity than the others, but at least you weren't going to die or be physically harmed... Yet "Hey Bonnie..." You sighed, shivering at the cold, metallic hand gently -as much as he could- pat your head, craving for your attention and for you to look at him "No𝙒, why d𝙊n't you 𝙏𝙀ll me w𝙃at ha𝙋pen𝙀d. In de𝙏ail."

You frowned in confusion at the words, trying to stay still when the metallic hand very gently scraped itself against your cheek, probably indicating at your tears "Oh..." You wanted to scoff, sarcastically explain everything but decided otherwise, the last time that happened it didn't end well "Just some small tears, it's nothing..." You hated it.

Hated how the withered animatronic could act so gentle towards you and it left you feeling comforted "I𝙏's alrigh𝙏 d𝙀are𝙎t, 𝙏hey'𝙍e no𝙏 nothing to 𝙈e... Som𝙀thing must've 𝙃𝘼ppened right? You kn𝙊w 𝙔ou can ta𝙇k to me..." Withered Bonnie cooed, reassuring you everything would be alright. Your voice was stuck to your throat, the knot on your throat making you feel sick, HE was the reason you were stuck in this room in the first place with no escape, only to get tormented by him and the other animatronics yet never to die.

It struck you as terrifying when the withered bunny animatronic started paying so much attention to you, the GOOD kind of attention, he wouldn't seek out to hurt you and even when you got caught by Withered Bonnie, the most he'd do is leave scratches and hand prints on you, maybe even make a few puns about his face when you weren't too busy screaming, you started to feel... Safe. Until the last night that is.

You had actually managed to talk with Bonnie a few times, so you were comfortable enough to say you'd be moving to the day shift soon after today and that's when he snapped, dragging you back to God knows where and locking you there, you could still here the mocking giggles and laughter as he did so, almost like the only reason the other animatronics didn't kill you was because Withered Bonnie had this twisted, crazy obsession on making you his and because of it they wanted to see how you'd suffer under the overbearing attention.

It was horrible, especially the early days, you would scream, cry and even fight back or attempt to escape but it just ended up worse, especially if another bot other than Withered Bonnie caught up to you, you wouldn't be able to move from the broken limbs. Everytime you could hear someone approaching, with every visit you hoped it was Withered Bonnie more and more, despite the overbearing claims of love he never physically hurt you...

Yet for some reason, with every visit, Withered Bonnie's presence was becoming more and more comforting, he would soothe you and make sure you're as alright as you could be in this place, sometimes even give you a laugh with his puns, he's your only source of comfort in this hell hole yet he's the reason you're stuck here as well.

The latter is becoming less and less of an important detail as time goes by.

"Just... Nothing, it really was nothing..." You mumbled, part of you didn't want to worry him and the other part knew he'd get mad, you were just reminding yourself of your life before this and had began crying, but he kept staring at you, red eyes flickering and almost getting impatient "I just... I just hate everyone here..." You finally admitted, Withered Bonnie's control on you day by day is getting stronger.

"... I u𝙉der𝙎tand." He admitted after a few seconds of silence, it lifted a burden off you, so he wasn't mad- "Th𝙀n t𝙃𝘼t mea𝙉𝙎 y𝙐u h𝘼𝙏e me 𝙏oo r𝙄𝙂ht? I'll l𝙀𝘼ve if t𝙃at'𝙎 t𝙃e c𝘼𝙎e." He was mad. It sent chills down your spine from how his glitched voice got even worse, the moment Withered Bonnie pulled away you latched onto him instead "N-no! Don't..." That's too soon, you didn't want to be left alone again, you didn't want to be alone!... And Withered Bonnie knew that

"Why? Don't 𝙔ou h𝘼te 𝙈e too?" He sarcastically reminded you, it made you bite your tongue, why did you have to open your mouth!? "N-No... I don't..." You admitted, tears threatening to spill again "I hate everyone else in this world BUT you!" You quickly clarified, looking up at Withered Bonnie, nearly starting to hyperventilate and hoping he didn't leave you alone for days at a time again.

"... Th𝘼t's better." A low chuckle came from him, of course Withered Bonnie felt bad about putting you in this state, but it was the only state where you'd solely listen to him and won't escape, and he could have you to himself alone this way "Goo𝘿, you're 𝙎o good 𝘿earest." He praised, the aggressive demeanor disappeared instantly, returning back to him petting you and keeping you close, warming up your body from the cold air, the way his voice glitched less and indicated his mood had gotten better made you stop trembling

It actually made him aww and coo in adoration when he saw how you calmed down immediately after that.

"I'll n𝙀ver lea𝙑e you alone again~"

╰┈➤Hope… || Demon Slayer Drabbles

including: kokushibo, akaza, hantengu, gyokko and gyutaro

summary: @xjulixred45x asked for upper moon headcanons besides douma || they asked for a sweet reader with a bad past. and the reader always has hope.

Kokushibo

- He was quite surprised that you always had a positive attitude and a smile across your face despite your bad past. He didn’t understand why you treated him so kindly he was a blood thirsty demon. But Kokushibo also knew that you always had hope in him and everyone else, which he didn’t mind but why him? “Hmm, Hope? You have hope for me?” He said coldly, as he looked at you with his six eyes he couldn’t help but snarl at you. “I don’t need your hope, I’m a Demon, Upper Moon 1. And there’s no Hope for me.” He said, and as you look at him you smile sweetly at him. Grabbing his large hand “Oh there’s always hope for everyone and especially for you my Love.” You say, making him look away. Scoffing at your comment “Whatever keeps you happy then.” He said, in reality there was no hope for him. He was a selfish Demon who only thought about himself. But deep down he felt a bit of happiness whenever you told you had hope for him.

Akaza

-Now this man loved with all his heart, you were truly a kind hearted soul despite your tragic background. You still had the strength to smile along and you also had hope in everything and everyone. Including him…which was strange for him because he was a Demon. “You know that I have some hope in you. That one day you’ll turn against your Demon King.” You say, as you grab his hand and smile at him. Making Akaza’s blood run cold as you mention Muzan. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon.” He said, as he gripped onto your hand. You just smile at him, and he just sighed. “I still have hope, there’s always hope for anything. You know that right?” And he just nodded “Yes I’m very aware that there’s hope but not for this. I’m sorry Y/N.” He said, you shrug and smile. “You keep thinking that, but I’ll hold on to my hope.” And he just nodded not wanting to keep this conversation on going, but he couldn’t help think about what you said. Is there really hope?

Hantengu

-Now from all Demons Hantengu didn’t quite understand why you we’re dating him. You were prefect! You were drop dead beautiful and you always had this positive attitude, you were so strong. And despite your shitty pass as how he thinks of it you still have the guts to be kind and smile at everyone. You also had hope in him which was strange because why would he need hope? “Oh come on Y/N why do you have hope in me..” He whined out, at the moment you were holding him and smiling. “Because everyone needs some hope.” You say, patting his head making him whimper under his breath. “But you know that I’m an Upper Moon 4, a deadly Demon. Why would I need hope?” He asked, you look at him. Your smile never faded away. “Just because, and there’s always hope for everyone my love.” You say, and he just hummed under his breath not knowing what to say so he stayed silent. Hope?? For a demon? Yeah right…

Gyokko

-From all the Upper Moons Gyokko would probably be the most meanest one towards his love one. Because how could you he so golly and happy with a shitty past. And how you manage to always have a smile on your face makes his stomach turn. Why do you have to be so happy? And he also found it weird that you always had hope? He found it funny actually.. “Oh don’t be so ridiculous Y/N, why do you have Hope. And in me?” He said, you smile and shrug. “I just do. Why does it bother you?” Making him laugh loudly. “Hyo Hyo Hyo! Of course not! It just makes me laugh! You have to be stupid to have hope in me. I’m an Upper Moon, there’s no hope for us.” You kept on smiling at him and patted his head. “Oh non sense. There’s some hope for you. There’s always hope for everyone even for scumbag Demons.” You say as if it was nothing, and he looked at you and scoffed. Moving his head away from you. “Yeah whatever you say stupid Human.” He said, as he looked away and he was just thinking about this stupid hope you keep talking about. Yeah right hope for him…that’s funny.”

Gyutaro

-He didn’t understand how you could be so positive and happy all the time, with the way you were treated when you were younger and he found it odd that you were always smiling. You had the strength to always be smiling. But what was strange was that you always talked about hope and how there was hope for him. Hope for him to stop following orders from his Demon Lord. “You know there’s no hope for me. Right Y/N?” He said making you chuckle. “Oh don’t be ridiculous. There’s hope! Hope for you Gyutaro.” You say, smiling at him. And as he looked at you and looked at your smile he couldn’t help but feel abit odd and he looked away from your gaze. “Hm you really think so? Even though I’m a demon?” You just nodded and grabbed his face and place a small kiss on his check. “Yes there’s hope for you and for your dear sister.” You say and he just nodded, thinking about your words. Well he just hopes your right..

Hello everyone,I'm going to show you my oc murderdrone, his name is G or Ghar, he has a problem but I think it's better not to do it. and i still have other ocs

You, Kokushibou, and Your Koku-Plushie

(artworks found on Pinterest) Your adorable Kokushibou plushie came in the post and your demon boyfriend isn't prepared for it. + He doesn't know what to think of the thing. He might actually say "What the fuck is this?" (and that's very out of character for him -- the man never swears)

+ What makes it worse is that the plushie comes naked and with some clothes to put him in. So, your demon boyfriend is watching you with 6 eyes as you're putting the clothes on the plushie.

+ The expression on this poor man's face. He's so confused. Like this kind of confused:

(he does get some of the best expressions in the whole manga)

+ He can't understand how you got a toy that looks like him and can't understand WHY you'd get one. You have HIM, why are you getting a toy version of him? because it's adorable and smol

+ To make matters worse, you're giggling as you're dressing that KokuPuffs plushie and you aren't giving any of your attention to him. And he's standing at the door watching you.

+ It's safe to say, the poor man's getting jealous of that plushie

+ So, he tries clearing his throat. You don't care that he's there, you're too preoccupied with your new toy.

+ This probably never happened before. You're usually so attentive to him when he's around you. The demon's got to take some time to think.

(the man thinks a lot, so not much of anything new here)

+ You didn't notice him getting into his thinking mode, but even if you did, you would never think that he had anything particular on his mind. He's always doing stuff like that and it's his go-to way to be together with you without engaging in conversation.

+ But then you hear him finally speak

+ "Dearest." "What?" (you answer as you're still in awe over the toy) "My love, what is that thing you're playing with?"

+ You're really happy to turn around, showing him the (fully clothed) plushie, and saying "It's you, Koku!"

+ The amount of blushing this man does, oml

+ So he's blushing all over his face and looking at the plushie, which is looking back at him. He knows he looks like a fool, so he gets kind of angry.

+ "Am I not enough for you, Love?" (he speaks calmly, but you can tell in his tone that he's not pleased. At all.)

+ You aren't afraid of him. You know he would never hurt you. unless you cheat on him with Yoriichi You look at him with confused eyes. "What do you mean?" you ask him.

+ "Why do you need a silly toy of me?" "Because it's cute." "You have me." "I know that." "Then why is that here?" "It's a toy."

+ For some reason that silences him.

+ "Kokushibou, do you think I got this toy to replace you or something?"

+ He still says nothing.

+ You start laughing.

+ He's beet red (not that he stopped blushing much since he started, but he had gone from a red to a pink and now he's red red red)

+ You're still laughing at him because you're you, but you put the plushie down and go over to your demon boyfriend to hug him. You're not trying to get him more flustered at all

+ "Dearest, you know I don't handle teasing well," he says. You give him a squeeze, put your head on his shoulder and say, "Could I do this with a toy, Kokushibou?" "No."

+ He hugs you back and gives you so many kisses in your hair. He feels like an idiot, but it's okay. He knows that you love him for all that he is, including his awkward self.

+ "It can't replace you," you say. "But when you're gone a long time on missions, I can keep the plushie with me to remind me that you'll be back."

+ He gets tears in his eyes. You can't see and he will not let you see, but you can feel in his energy how much you touched into his heart. You don't say anything. You enjoy the privilege of being in his vulnerability and you let him hold you for as long as he wants (it's going to be a long time)

+ Kokushibou does feel guilty about having to go on missions and leaving you alone, but he's Upper Moon 1 and it's part of the job. So, he hopes the plushie will give you some comfort.

+ It still takes him a little while to get used to the plushie being around, though, and he asks for it to not be in bed with the two of you. It's no problem for you because why does anyone need a Kokushibou plushie in bed when they can be big-spooned by the real Kokushibou?

+ But one day, you find him playing with it himself, like it's his mini-me. He made a tiny sword for the plushie out of his flesh and tries to make the toy imitate his sword swings.

+ The plushie has become part of your family. Now it's his turn to somehow secure a plushie of you.

♡ Passing Notes ♡ (Part 3)

Pairings: Vox x Reader

Summary: Little Libraries have popped up around the Pride Ring and they are a surprisingly good method of communication.

Warnings: Velvette and Valentino appearance

Back to Vox!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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“We really don’t get this new obsession of yours, Vox.”

The demon’s head whips up from the book currently in his hand, the pen he had been chewing on finally free from his razor-sharp teeth. 

“What is it?” his eyebrows furrow, annoyed that he had been disturbed. “I’m in the middle of something, if you both haven’t noticed.”

Velvette and Valentino give each other a look, before returning their eyes to the piles of books in the room. Just from the look of it, his new collection had been.. extensive; the books ranging from newly printed novels to second hand copies that look like they’ve been around since the creation of Hell.

The plan had been their monthly session of just hanging about, no work in sight; a cute little pamper session! But with the state of the room, it was hard to just sit back and relax.

“It’s been a few months since this whole thing started.” Valentino says, as he picks up a random book before throwing it back down at the pile. “I really don’t understand the.. Passion for reading...”

“Neither do I, really…” Velvette says as she manages to push off a pile of books off the couch, giving the two a space to finally sit on that wasn’t the cold floor. 

Vox just huffs in response, lowering the copy of Howl’s Moving Castle and looking at the two as they make themself comfortable, with Velvette ordering someone to bring drinks. As Vox works to tidy up his area, he begins to really think about the past month, the sound of his two companions’ complaining fading into the back of his mind.

What started off as a chance encounter had blossomed into so much more. Since his time in hell, he’s discovered a demon who doesn’t know him as Vox, the Overlord and the main face of the Vees. In that little box, someone out there knows him as V, a demon with big dreams and ideas… and a love for non-fiction and fantasy.

As letters and books continued to be exchanged, it turned into a book club for two, and from short notes, they slowly became pages upon pages of letters, ranging from questions about how they were both doing to stories about their lives.

This new part of his routine had become something he awaited. Vox found himself putting in the effort of actually wanting to get to know them and sharing books that he thinks they might actually enjoy; even going through the effort of staying up for hours scrounging for books and annotating them, just like (n/n) would.

“-esus Christ! Earth to Vox? Are you with us?” Velvette waves her hand in his face, Valentino watching from the couch, but far more preoccupied with the drink in his hand. Vox pushes her hand down and gives her a look of disapproval .

“Yes, Velvette.” he sighs, placing his bookmark into the novel and putting his attention to the demon. “You have my full attention now.”

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” She starts, as she waves a hand around. “We’ve noticed you going to the tiny box a lot, Vox.” Valentino nods in agreement, taking a puff from his cigarette holder.

“You’re not exactly hiding it either; we heard about your.. book purchases from our accountant.” Valentino gives him a look. “What happened to those things failing?”

Vox is silent, weighing the pros and cons of admitting what caused his newest obsession. After a weighted silence he mumbles out a response, one that causes Velvette and Valentino to look at each other.

“What the fuck did you say?” Valentino said. After another mumbled response, Velvette barks out, “Just fuckin’ say it, you pussy!”

“I’m.. I’m talking to someone… through the box.” Vox groans, hiding his face from the two. Valentino and Velvette share another look before they begin their interrogation.

“How’d you even meet them?”

“Through the box? You have a fuckin’ phone ya know.”

“How hot are they?” Valentino asks, before letting out a noise. “Have you fucked yet?”

Vox lets out another groan, he can feel the regret of telling them, but it's too late to back out now; They’ll just annoy him until he spills.

“I… haven’t really met them yet.” Vox answers slowly, gauging the responses the two give. They give him a questioning look. Letting out a sigh, he continues.

“We’ve only been talking through notes these past few months..” Vox brings out the latest book (n/n) had given, taking out the letter. “We gave each other books, and we started leaving longer letters for each other.”

“Aren’t you two scared that someone else will get your notes?” Velvette asks, putting her hand out to Vox. The demon gives her a look, before conceding.

 “No one gives enough of a shit to steal the books, it’s not like it would go for a lot if they try to sell it.” Vox answers, handing the note to Velvette. “I wasn’t wrong about it failing, most little libraries were turned into trash cans in the first month.”

Velvette and Valentino scan through the letter that (n/n) had given, one that had been back to back. Vox leaned forward slightly, a small smile on his face.

“They even added another one of their pressed flowers in the letter.”

Velvette lets out a cackle, looking at the demon.

“Jesus Christ, Vox.” Velvette had said, the grin growing on her face. “You are down bad for them.”

The smile slips from Vox’s face. Glaring at the demon, he snatched the letter from Valentino and tucked it back into the book. “I am not.”

“God, you’re like a schoolboy with a crush.” Velvette rolls her eyes. “Vox, no one puts in this much effort for someone they don’t like, especially a stranger.”

Valentino agrees, going to take a sip from his drink. “Look, we’re not judging; you can go fuck whoever, just make sure they’re not some freak who gets off to books or something.”

“They’re not a stranger or freak.” Vox protests, the heat coursing through his body. “And I’m not some kid with an infatuation, I just like talking to them.”

The two overlords give him a quick stare before looking at one another, silently communicating.

“Whatever, Vox.” Velvette relents, standing up and pulling the moth demon with her. “We’ll leave you to… think; Val and I will be on my floor having a drinking session, join us when you’re done here.”

“Or not,” Valentino added, as he is slowly pulled to the exit by Velvette. “We’ll be talking about you even when you’re not there-!”

As the two overlords leave, Vox takes a breath. Looking around, he sees the piles of books and discarded letters he was planning to give.

He thinks of the letters, the way he looks forward to those far more than anything in the past few months. The way he’s been wishing to see more of them; how they smile, how they laugh, how they look, first thing in the morning…

Oh God.

“I like them.” He moans, slamming his face onto his table. “I like them and I’ve never seen them.”

Vox looks up, placing a hand to his chest. His heart feels so full that he wants to just yell and roll around, but he also feels like vomiting and just jumping off the highest floor in the tower.

“Where the fuck do I go from here?” For a moment, Vox is ready to run to Velvette and Valentino, begging them to help him with his shitty love life. But before he could leave the room, he catches a glimpse of a book and a lightbulb lights up in his head.

Walking over to a pile of old novels, he plucks out a copy of Pride and Prejudice, one he annotated previously. He had gone warm at the idea of giving the copy at the time, so he had discarded it to pile of books.

“It’s your time to shine, huh?” he says to the book, flipping through the pages. “Well, don’t fail me now, mr. darcy.”

Walking to his seat, he hides the copy of Howl’s Moving Castle and replaces it with the romance novel. Taking out a new piece of paper, he begins to write a draft of his letter.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The sound of Vox comes to an end as Vox ends the letter. He looks at his surroundings, covered in crumpled paper he had scrapped as he worked on his letter. Looking down at the letter, he feels a myriad of things as he reads through the letter.

An excitement he remembers feeling when he penned his first letter to (n/n), and how if they agree to his wishes… he would finally be able to see them, laugh with them, talk with them. But that’s when the anxiety settles in as well. What if they say no? What if they don’t want to see him? What if they hate him?  What if Vox just ruined this routine that he had cherished so much. 

The paper creases under his hand as he thinks to discard the paper (and his plan); to dismiss his own growing feelings and to settle with what he has now… where they’re both happy just talking through their books.. To remain only a note away from one another.

“No.” Vox had breathed out, easing his hold on the note. “I... I want more. I can’t just settle because of What ifs.”

Vox knows to others this is going to look or sound stupid, that he should never try to risk what is already good. To risk his heart all for someone he’s never met face-to-face. But with (n/n)? Even through paper they had already been so addicting, and so for Vox, it was not hard to want more from them- to crave them in ways that he had never felt before .

Vox folds the letter lightly, placing it at the start of the novel. Thinking of something, he flips to chapter 34, and writes a short note at the top. Finally pleased with his work, he shuts the book and places it in his drawer. He hears the light hum of music from Velvette’s floor and thinks to make his way to the two overlords.

 “A drink sounds good after all of this.” Vox thinks, as he cleans up his table and stands up.

He makes his way to his exit, ignoring the mess he had created (his employees were going to clean it anyway), Vox hums a quiet tune, his heart buzzing with excitement for the next day.

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Note: It’s been going too well for Vox… :)

Might edit this later LMAO i hate the ending for this one

Taglist: @saturnhas82moons @animequeen4 @nekogal16 @tsubno1007 @keebeees

May I have some reverse comfort with twisted Astro?

Ofc! Ima do a one shot cuz u didn’t specify! (^.^)

One of my little headcanons is that Astro doesn’t really know he’s twisted! So that’ll be fun >:3

Title: Divine

Prompt: one shot(comfort)

Character: Astro Novalite

Pronouns: GN reader

Astro could never stop thinking about you. You were the only person who really understood him, his dreams, his songs…

He wasn’t able to make it to the elevator he hoped you made it, I mean he hid! So he’s perfectly fine…

He wandered around each floor, seeing if he could find you, the others were on the floors too…they seemed a tad bit off, but after everything, who wouldn’t be!

As Astro hummed to himself he heard the sound of an elevator opening, he went to hide before…hearing you…you were arguing with Vee about something, screaming at her…

Oh she must have gotten on your nerves again, well…he’ll calm you down! But gosh he doesn’t wanna deal with everyone else…

Hm…he decided to wait till you were on your own, I mean he normally did so it wouldn’t freak you out, right!

As he walked around, pebble had been barking, silly pup…

He heard a loud buzzer sound, then the sound of you cussing…

He quickly ran over! And ran up to you!

“My love! You’re okay! Thank goodness I thought I wouldn’t see you again!” Astro shocked himself, he never thought he could get so loud…

He reached out to hug you but…you took a step back…now they he took a closer look, you were definitely shorter…and scared looking…must have been the twisted…

“Hay don’t worry they can’t find us back here…” Astro coos softly, wrapping his arms around you, your breath hitches…but you aren’t hurt.

“Why…didn’t you hurt me..?” Astro looks shocked at the question. Why would he ever hurt you?!

“I’d never hurt you my love!” Astro sighs nuzzling into your shoulder, you slowly wrap your arms around him, and he lets out a content noise…

“Astro…what happened to you?” You asked, concern lacing your voice…he was still him…yeah he got a bit taller and, he lost his blanket…but he’d never hurt you!

“Nothing to worry about, I just had to run and hide…I’m okay…” Astro says softly. Muffled by your hair.

Astro couldn’t be more happy, he was just with you, you had calmed down…

Suddenly, he hears the elevator open. His grip tightens…

“Please don’t go….” He murmured…you lean back into his chest. Not moving other than that…he smiles…

Oh…this is just…divine.

Kinda a sad ending if you think about it to hard, I love Astro sm. He’s so cute! But yeah! Hope you enjoy!

A Daring Creature -Part 3

Zestial x fem angel reader

note: I hope you like it!!!

Word count: 1792

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

Zestial started looking everywhere for her, even sending out some of his contracts to search for her.

Y/n had been walking around town with Angel Dus when she saw a familiar figure running her way, it was Edward. IT WAS EDWARD!!! WHAT TIME WAS IT?! OMG, she had completely lost time and worried Zestial and Edward.

"Y/N! Where have you been?!" The older man scolded her. "Zestial is sending everyone out to look for you!"

"Wait, like the Zestial?" Angel Dust asked. "Don't tell me you're in trouble with that old fucker, I doubt anyone could protect you if so."

"It's fine, we're friends. I probably worried him." She turned to Edward. "I'm sorry Ed."

"It's fine, just let's go now!"

The two quickly made it back to the manor, with Zestial arriving only five minutes later after he heard news of her being found.

"WHERE WERE THOU?!" He yelled at Y/n who was looking down at her feet. "Thee couldst hast been discovered! Or worse, hath been killed!"

"I know I shouldn't have sneaked out but you shouldn't have looked me in another stupid mansion when you promised to take me out!" She yelled back.

"Thou art so irritating." He mumbled while holding his hand on his forehead.

"If you had just upheld your end of the deal I wouldn't be so IrRiTaTiNg."

"Edward, please taketh her away."

"Yes, my lord." Edward stepped forward. "Come on Y/n, let's get you back to your room."

"Fine."

"I know I shouldn't have snuck out but he didn't need to yell at me for it!" Y/n complained. "I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions!"

Edward sighed, "I think we all know you are an adult but you don't know hell. Anything could have happened to you." He frowned. "Do you know how worried I was when I heard you were missing?"

"I'm sorry Ed." She opened the door to her bedroom and plopped down on her bed. "I didn't want to worry you but... Zestial is just so frustrating! He says he'll show me around and then locks me up again."

"Perhaps, he's just worried about you too."

"I doubt that. He just wants to use me for his own personal gain."

"You never know." Edward closed the door after he left.

Y/n was left alone in a room, again. Ugh! Why was Zestial such a stuck up, lying asshole. There is no way that man cared about her. He just wanted to use her without actually putting any effort into his side of the deal.

She slowly fell asleep with her, still in her normal clothes.

"I doth not understand her." Zestial complained to Edward. "Wherefore wouldst a blesseth being risketh her life for something as foolish as exploring hell? And Wherefore wilt she beest so stubborn about it?"

"If I'm allowed to give my opinion, sir?" Once he was sure Zestial didn't object to it, he continued. "Y/n is a very free-spirited soul. She takes risks, even when it endangers her do, and uplifts the people around her to be as happy and carefree as her. You won't be able to control her as you would like too."

"Then what doth thee suggesteth I doth with her?"

"The easiest is to just go along with her. It might be a bit risky but I trust that she can handle herself in an emergency and I'm sure you'll come to like her entics too of you give her a chance."

"I seeth."

The whole night, Zestial stayed awake mulling over Edward's advice. He could give it a chance and so long he is there, Y/n wouldn't be discovered as an angel too easily.

Y/n woke up with an awful feeling like she was being watched. She carefully opened her eyes to find Zestial sitting in the corner of her room working on some documents or something alike.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Putteth thy coat backeth on." He looked up into her eyes. "We art going out."

Y/n looked at the overlord confused. "We are?" She questioned.

"Yes, we art." Zestial stood up and made his way to the door. "Beest downstairs in twenty minutes."

The angel was left dumbfounded in her room. What just happened?

Waiting downstairs were Zestial and Edward, already ready to go out.

"Wait, you're actually taking me out and not dropping me off somewhere?" Y/n pulled up the hood of her coat.

"Yes", Zestial answered, "we shall beest getting breakfast and seeth where all goeth from there."

Edward opened the door. "After you my lord."

The three made their way down town into a more classy area. It was still very hellish but the shops were more refined and less damaged. They finally arrived at a restaurant called Hell's Kitchen, which sounded quite familiar to Y/n but she shook it off.

A waiter came up to them by the door and let them to their table. The restaurant had pristine white walls, tiles and tablecloths. As Y/n was looking around the waiter brought them their plates and an absurd amount of cutlery; three forks, three knifes and three spoons each. They were also handed the menu.

"What are some dishes that I can only get down here in hell?" Y/n asked looking at all the options.

"Anything really," Edward answered, "every ingredient down here in hell tastes starkly different than on earth."

"Then I think I'll take the... Screaming pancakes?" She looked over the menu again and realised they all had such weird names; wrath's toast, imp wrap, devilled eggs, no wait that one's actually normal.

Everyone had put in their order and Zestial and Edward got lost in a conversation Y/n didn't care enough about to pay attention to. Instead she took in the rest of the demon's that dined here. It was obvious this establishment was targeting the higher class.

At one table sat a blue birdman dressed in a fine suit with a younger girl, probably his daughter, dressed in a more emo-style attire.

At another table sat a girl in a pretty dress with blond hair and clown cheeks. Across from her sat a young man dressed in green. His hat has was decorated with yellow eyes and teeth.

At a table much closer to hers sat another two demons. One of which she could only see the back of; a woman with white hair and a beautiful, large hat. The man who she was dining with was completely dressed in red. On top of his head stood two antlers and a set of deer ears.

Y/n hadn't realised she had been staring until the demon looked right at her, she quickly looked away but the damage had already been done. She could hear footsteps coming her way. When she dared to look up, the man was hovering over her.

"Good morning Zestial," the man greeted him like an old friend, "it's not like you to eat breakfast out. What's the special occasion?" The demon had a strange voice, almost like she was listening to a radio and not a man speaking right next to her.

"It is nothing special, Alastor," Zestial answered calmly, "I am simply taking two of mine own servants out to consume a fine breakfast."

"I've never seen this one around before." Alastor pointed to Y/n. "Is she a new contract of yours?"

"Yes, the lady hast been untrusted under mine own care."

"Don't you think it's rude to wear a hood whilst inside?" Alastor asked.

"She is an exception." Zestial stayed calm, knowing it will only arise suspicion if he acted any differently.

"I see... Is she also the one you were thinking about when you were distracted yesterday?" Alastor knew he was pulling his leg with this one bit the hooded stranger could mean a possible weakness to exploit.

"No." Zestial's sounded slightly irritated. "I wast not restful yesterday, wherefore I wast not paying attention. It hadst nothing to doth with Y/n."

"You sound tense," the other overlord jested, "I'll leave you be. Enjoy your breakfast."

When Y/n was sure Alastor was out of earshot, she turned to Zestial and Edward. "Who was that?"

"He is the Radio Demon," Edward answered.

"One of the strongest human souls in hell," Zestial explained, "If it be true thee wouldst ever cometh across him on thy owneth, runneth the other way. He is one of the lastest demons thee wanteth to figure out thy secret."

"Undertood."

Through the whole breakfast, the Radio Demon had kept an eye on her. It creeped her out, so once they were finished, she was happy to get out of there.

"Where to!?" Y/n asked while skipping.

"Thee may hath chosen. We art here for thee after all."

"Hmm, do you have fun stuff here?" She asked, "like an arcade, a museum with hell's history and stuff or maybe a theatre!"

"I am afraid we doth not hasts museums, however, I couldst taketh thee to a theatre." Zestial led the way with Edward and Y/n following behind.

The day went by with a breeze. The theatre ended up being an actual theatre, not a movie theatre to Y/n's surprise. After bickering back and forth between Y/n and Zestial, they ended up going with her choice; Immoral, based on a popular pride ring franchise Sorcerer of Shizz. While it was not of Zestial's usual tastes, he enjoyed the amazed look in the angel's eyes.

After that they walked around in one of the few well maintained parks in hell. Y/n jumped from flowerbed to flowerbed, looking at the strange hellflowers. It put a smile on the overlords face.

"Look at this one!" She yelled. "It's beautiful!"

As Zestial made his way to her crouching down form, his eye caught the flower that had entranced the angel. The pride hydrangea was hell's version of the normal hydrangea but it's blue colour had a reddish hue to it when held in the light, bigger and...

"Its pollen art poisonous." Zestial reached his hand out and plucked one. "However having one or two around shouldst not beest much of a problem." He delicately held the flower between his fingers, slowly bringing it to Y/n's face and putting it behind her ear. "Taketh one."

"Thank you." She smiled brightly at the others kind jester.

As everyone got tired they made their way back home. Once there Zestial immediatly went to his office, Edward brought Y/n a very small vase for the flower and she dropped down on her bed.

Zestial had grabbed a book from his shelve and continued his notes in it, thinking back on the day the whole time. Edward wast right, the overlord thought, it wast easier to wend along with her antics. And perhaps he enjoyed her antics.

"Edward," Zestial called upon his contractee.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Cleareth out mine own schedule for this Wednesday," Zestial ordered, "and asketh Y/n where she wanteth to wend to."

Part 4- unfinished

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Multiversal DP (1)

College Au! Adam x Fem!Reader x Canon! Adam

Summary: You thought God was looking down at you with a pitiful look, when your apartment burned down and the only person who answered your call was your whacky situationship.

But when a weird angel appears, who uncannily looks like Adam just in bigger and even more obnoxious, you realise that God was straight up laughing in your face.

This is based on my College Au! but you don’t need to read it to understand this.

CW/TW: Fire, Porn with slight Plot, Two-Shot, Jealousy, Controlling behaviour, TW ADAM, misogyny, toxic relationship, sci-fi bullshit which makes no sense, Mutual masturbation, slight financial dependency on readers part, possessive behaviour, tell me if i missed anything

A/N: This will be a two shot i swear ‼️‼️ nothing more nothing less

Today was a bad Saturday.

It was exhausting and went on longer than it should. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. First you had to drive to your college library to give back a book otherwise you would be fined, then you had to work an extra shift because someone got sick (hangover from the party yesterday you skipped), then your bus didn’t come without warning? What the fuck was that about? Since it was the last one you had to fucking walk home.

You were tired to your bones.

If you weren’t so tired, maybe you would have noticed the light coming from the floor above your apartments, and the fact that it glowed suspiciously orange and red. Walking up the stairs, the further up you got the more you noticed a heaviness in the air. Is someone using their bbq inside again?

Until the fire alarm went off, while you were one floor away from your apartment. What? You just stood there, frozen in shock. Is this a test? Standing still on the steps you considered continuing your way home, until everyone started spilling out of their own apartments. Ugh. So you’re doing this.

Fleeing with everyone else the building, you stood outside while you watched as the flames finally showed themselves from the outside. Since the apartment where it started was directly above yours, you saw the flames caught over to your own. It smelled like smoke, despair and money you will have to spend to replace everything. You don’t even know if your landlord has insurance. He hasn’t repaired your AC unit in 2 years now.

It felt dreamish, the way the fire department came, being able to see how a big portion was consumed by flames, and in the end sitting at the curb while freezing your ass off. One thing is clear, you won’t be able to sleep in your own bed tonight.

Your neighbours sat with you, together with a fireguy who chatted with everyone about the damage. Some sort of support beam came down. You didn’t bother engaging in the conversation.

It drifted towards where everyone is going to stay, your neighbours already had that figured out. He’s staying with his boyfriend, she’s going to visit her sister and they are going to each take a child and visit their own parents. When the eyes moved to you, you felt uncomfortable. Where will you stay?

“You should start calling your family, sweetie.” The old woman told you, her voice rough from all the cigarettes she smokes.

Everything today got you fucked up. Taking in a shaky breath and wiping your hands on your jeans, you stood up to make a few calls. Walking away from the group and basically hiding behind the firetruck, you didn’t want everyone to see that fact that you have like 3 contacts in your phone. You think they already know, though.

Since it’s in the middle of the night, or more like the new day already, Monica didn’t answer, neither did Dymphna or Bernadette. Maybe you should just crash in a motel. Then you remember what’s in your budget and how the motel in your price range had some weird incidents regarding rats and cockroaches and meth deals.

Tapping your phone against your forehead, you tried to keep calm and think. Then you remembered who gifted you that phone and you sighed.

Opening Adam’s contact, you hit the call button before you could chicken out. Holding your phone against your ear, you felt panic wash over you and before you could fumble around to end the call, Adam picked up.

“Fucking hell, baby, if yer callin’ me for anythin’ but a good dicking down ‘m gonna be pissed.” His voice was gruff and it’s clear to you that you just woke him up. He mumbled out the words.

All you could muster up was a sob and a weak “Sorry.”

“Where the fuck-“ You hang up before he could finish his sentence. Great. Why did you even think about calling Adam? Are you stupid? Desperation makes people do crazy things.

You tried to call your friends again and when everyone went to voicemail you thought about blocking them all in a blind rage because why the fuck can’t they be there during an emergency? Taking deep breath to calm yourself, you reasoned with yourself that you too would be sleeping during the witching hours.

Nervously biting down on your lower lip, you considered throwing yourself off a bridge to cope with everything. Deciding against it, you looked at your notifications instead. Adam was spamming you.

[Adam Godfree]: where r u 1:11 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:12 AM

[Adam Godfree]: send ur location 1:13 AM

[Adam Godfree]: baby 1:14 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:15

[Adam Godfree]: i’m not mad just say where u are 1:15 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:15 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:16 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:17 AM

[Adam Godfree]: answer my fcuikng calls 1:17 AM

[Adam Godfree]: im cuminv over u btter be fucking there 1:17 AM

More messages and call attempts clogged your notifications.

The fact that Adam is the only one answering in your time of need is lowkey so embarrassing. Since you read the messages through your notifications field, you aren’t leaving him on read. You think that would have ticked him off even more.

Taking a sneak back at the street, still covering your body with the fire truck, you noticed that everyone was gone. They all have retired for the night. It was a pretty intense debacle, everyone coming out to watch and film. The fire truck was started and you jumped slightly, fleeing towards the side walk.

If a fire truck drove you over you’d be very very very unhappy.

Sitting down on the street like the loser you are, you rubbed your hands over your face. Don’t cry. You’re all alone. But don’t cry. Don’t cry. Looking up the nearest Motel near you, which you could afford, you got up. Your legs felt weak. You didn’t even have a fucking phone charger with you. At least you took your laptop and the charger with you, if any of your files were gone you’d die.

You couldn’t help but think of everything you need to replace. Ok maybe you can cry a little. Crying and walking is an honest to god awful combination but beggars can’t be choosers or whatever.

Maybe you should text Adam that everything’s fine and that you were just being a bit dramatic. It’s been like, what? 10 minutes? And he usually takes 20 minutes to get here. You feel bad that he had to drive half the way.

Just as you were about to open the chat, a car turned into your street with an illegal speed. Damn.

Is that Adam’s car??? Double damn.

Adam stopped the car besides you with squeaking breaks and tires. He threw open the car door, and even before he fully stepped out he was yelling at you, “Bitch, what the fuck?!? You have the fucking nerve to call me up in the middle of the night and then to ignore me?? Do you even know who the fuck you’re talking to? How many other-“

“My apartment burned down.” You wanted to bawl your eyes out.

Everything you have meticulously worked hard and saved up for is gone. All your memories and trinkets and plants and everything you valued.

“..You’re joking?”

You shook your head, deciding on covering your face with your hands while you full on started sobbing now. Your breathing was hysterical and you thought you were about to full on start hyperventilating now because you have to apply for new documents now and what’s with your class notes and well at least all your cards were with you. Do you have to get a P.o. box now and how much does that cost? Can you even afford to be in a motel so long, do you have to pay for that? What happens if they can’t like restore the apartment complex where will you live the market is horrible and you’re going to be homeless and in debt, won’t you? You will have to drop out or take up more shifts or even get a second job but your grades and scholarship and and and and and and

Adam walked over towards you, but you were too deep in your mental breakdown spiral to notice it, and he carefully placed his hands on your shoulders. You flinched slightly at the unexpected contact, but when you realised it’s just Adam you relaxed again. Taking your hands away from your eyes, you had them resting on your cheeks.

“It’s okay, don’t worry that pretty little head. I will take care of everything, alright?” Adam’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. His fingers were massaging your tense muscles. You looked up at him with wet eyes and nodded pathetically at him. You didn’t trust your voice.

Adam started grinning down at you, “I have always wanted a cum dump at home, anyways.”

This just made you start crying again. Motel it is.

“Ah, bad joke. Don’t cry, cmon. You know me, babe, don’t have ta do anything you don’t wanna do.” He pulled you into his chest, his hand smoothing over your hair while the other rubbed your back. He’s warm and soft. You continued to sob into his sleeping shirt, while clutching at his shirt.

You don’t know for how long you’ve been crying for, but Adam simply stood during that time with you at the side walk, while comforting you. He didn’t speak, which was rare.

Once you have finally made the rational adult decision to calm down, after god knows how much time has passed, you lifted your head up from his chest and took a step back. You were still sniffling and you didn’t even want to image what your face was looking like.

Adam grasped your cheeks into his hands while wiping away your tears with his thumb, “Alright, alright, let’s get you to bed. Must have been exhausting for my poor, little baby.”

He leaned forward, giving your forehead a kiss. Then he grasped you by the shoulders and lead you towards the passenger seat, opening the door for you and helping you in by grasping your hand in his. Once you were sat down, with your bag at your feet, Adam leaned down towards you and put your seatbelt on for you. He closed the door and walked over to sit down in the drivers seat.

Driving to Adam’s apartment was relaxing, music was playing and you were starting to fall asleep.

“..Ho….that…ven..hap..”

“Huh?” You lifted your head up from the car window, blinking at Adam sleepily.

“I asked how the fire even happened?” Adam glanced over at you, you were going to be there soon.

You sighed, and rested your head again against the window, “Guy feel asleep with a joint in his hand…Or was it his mouth? Doesn’t matter. Curtains and carpet caught on fire.”

“Oh my fucking…You’re kidding me?” Adam drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

You stretched your arms, hands and fingers out before you, “I wish.”

Adam continued watching you, glancing at you as if you didn’t notice. He was trying to be slick. Smoothly parking his car, he got out. You opened your car door, taking your bag with you when you left the car. Adam took your bag from you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing you into his side. You both made your way to his apartment.

Taking off your thin winter coat, together with your old boots, you were ready to just pass out.

“You want me in the guest room?” You asked him, while rubbing at your eyes.

“The fuck? No. You’re sleeping with me, baby. Pun intended.” He winked at you.

You sighed warily, you’re too exhausted to even glare at Adam. He was still fighting with untying his own boots. Shifting from one leg to the other, you decided on looking around Adam’s living room. Nothing has changed. Still weirdly sterile and empty. His bedroom was at least somewhat different, filled with band posters and guitars.

After Adam finally got his shoes and jacket off, he intervened your fingers with his and lead you to his bedroom. He went and rummaged through his closet, giving you a sweatshirt, “This should do for now, we will get you new fucking clothes tomorrow….”

“Thank you, Adam.”

“Yeah, yeah, how about you remember this next time I want my dick sucked? How I’m such a nice fucking guy, and how you owe me, babe.” Adam pinched your cheek while he spoke, grinning down at you.

Dear god, please fix up your apartment as fast as possible. With lots of love, your saddest creation.

Adam answering your call is literally the devils work, you can’t explain it otherwise. Is this some sort of punishment? What did you do in your last life to deserve this.

Rolling your eyes at Adam, you got out of his grasp and turned your back to him to get dressed. Taking off your own hoodie, and bra you slipped into the sweatshirt Adam gave you. It was soft and the material was thick and nice. It was huge on you, but that’s just because Adam is a big guy. Everywhere.

Taking off your jeans, you folded your clothes messily and put them on Adam’s desk chair. Adam was already in his sleeping wear, since you gracefully woke him up in the middle of the night. He was in bed, watching you get dressed, while he yawned.

Ducking under the blanket with him, Adam grabbed your arm and dragged you towards him. It’s like he wants to live in your skin. He made your head rest against his chest, while he had his arm wrapped tightly around you.

“Wake me up again today, ’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down ever fucking again.” He grumbled at you, while giving your ass a pinch.

You gasped slightly, before burying your head into his neck. He always smells nice.

Before you knew it, you were already asleep.

In your dream, a big support beam in your burning building was dropped on you. Crushing your body to the floor, with your back to the ground.

Blinking, you slowly but surely woke up, with your heart hammering against your chest. Trying to turn over, you noticed something heavy laying on you. Adam’s head was on your chest, his arms were wrapped around your back and his breathing was even. Remembering his threat, you decided on letting him sleep. Sighing and burying your hand in his soft hair, you decided on continuing snoozing.

But as soon as you buried your hands in Adam’s hair, Adam lifted his head up and was now resting his chin on your chest. Does he not know that tits are sensitive?

With his oh so charming grin on his face, you just knew he was up to no good. He shifted and was now resting his weight on his arms, besides your head, rather than using your body as a pillow. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Adam crashed your lips together, he is as shameless as always. His hand roamed your body, till he slipped it under your sweatshirt. Gently fondling your left breast. He rolled his half-hard dick on your thigh.

Disconnecting your lips from his, you whimpered against his lips.

“What happened to ‘Good morning’? ‘How did you sleep?’. What happened to that?”

Adam moved to kiss your ear, cheek and then your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses against your skin, while he panted against you.

“Mornin’ slut,” Why is his morning voice so fucking sexy? “you jerk me off right now ‘n I’m going to buy you whatfuckingever you want today.”

You would jerk him off for free. You did jerk him off for free. Are you a whore?

Adam sat up, moving so that both his knees were besides your stomach. You were happy he didn’t sit down on you, he could easily crush you. That’s sexy, though. He kneeled over you, and you saw his dick strain against his fuzzy pants.

He grasped your sweatshirt into his big hand, pulling it up towards your chin to expose your tits. Seeing them made him smirk. Taking your hand into his, he placed it on his dick and ground your palm against him.

“Watcha waiting for, baby?” He purred while looking down on you.

Adam always made you horribly nervous. No matter how often you hang out, or fuck, he always has you blushing and stuttering. Fuck. Grasping the hem of Adam’s pants into your hands, you pulled them down together with his underwear.

His dick was heavy, curving downwards and already leaking pre cum. You’ve had this monster inside you more than once, but every time you’re surprised at just how big he is. It’s not only his length, but also the girth. Jesus. Stretching you out mercilessly every time, you struggled with wrapping your fingers around him. His gold prince albert piercing glinted in the dim light.

Realising with your hand wrapped around him, that jerking him off with dry hands was probably not the move. Making sure to lick your other hand, while keeping eye contact with Adam, you wrapped your now wet hand around his member. You started with slow a slow movement, spreading his pre cum across his dick. You licked your other hand, because this was for sure a two hand job, you now were able to use your left hand for the lower part and the right hand for the top part.

Massaging his tip with your thumb, Adam groaned, “Ughh, fuck babe, you loooove serving me, don’t you? Making me cum is, like, your fucking dream job.” He laughed at his own fantasy, “Don’t worry tho, making your pretty pussy cum is my own life work.”

Adam reached back, his hand brushing over your hips and finally getting under your panties, “Sooo wet already? You’re too easy.” The way he grinned and sounds giddy made it obvious how much he enjoyed it. His fingers found your clit and then your weeping hole. He gathered the wetness on his middle and pointer finger, he then went to massage your clit.

Your hips jerked up, at the sudden pleasure cursing through your body. Moaning up at Adam, your hands stuttered their jerking movements. Quickly catching yourself, you speed up your movements while focusing on Adam rubbing at your clit.

He moved his fingers to pinch your clit in between his fingers, you whined while your hips jerked even more, “Stop that. Do it properly.” You hissed at him, while glaring up at him.

Adam simply snickered at you, but he did move back his fingers to continue rubbing your clit. You moved your left hand to massage Adam’s balls, gently moving your fingers across that sensitive part of Adam. Grasping softly in your hands, arching your palm up in a wave motion.

“Fuuuuuck, ha, you’re doing so well.” Adam moaned out, while he intensified his finger movements. Shit, you’re close. But so was Adam, you could tell by his furrowed brow, he was moving his hips to grind his dick further into your hands and fingers, his noises and breathing.

“Pleaseee, Adam, won’t you cum all over..me?” You pouted up at him, massaging his dick.

The pressure build up in your lower stomach, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt yourself cum. Shit. Adam laughed at you, his fingers never left your clit.

It didn’t take much longer for Adam to cum after you, coating your torso white. It was hot, sticky and thick. Ugh. Adam’s fingers still didn’t left your clit. What an asshole.

“EeeeEeeenough, Adam, Oh fuck-“ You tried to angel your hips in a way that he leaves your most sensitive part alone, he chuckled and wiggled his hand out off your panties. Thank god.

Adam pulled his pants back up, and sat down besides your laying down body. You tried to catch your breath, your clean hand covered your eyes. With Adam’s sweatshirt not covering you anymore properly, you were starting to get cold.

Taking your face in his hands, Adam gave your cheek a wet kiss. He brushed his lips over your ear, before whispering in your ear, “Aren’t you just my precious little slut? Go shower, baby.”

You nodded your head at that, showering would be a smart move. Getting up, you located your clothes, before you started walking Adam gave your ass an stinging slap. Gasping in surprise, you went and covered your ass with your hands.

“Man, I didn’t even wake you up..” You grumbled at him, going over to take your clothes.

“Yeah bitch, but you made me wait till you woke up to drain my balls.” Adam got out of bed, stretching his arms over his head.

You stuck out your tongue towards Adam, with your clothes in hand you took off towards the shower. Using Adam’s stuff always felt weird to you. Obviously he doesn’t have woman shower gel, but still. Smelling like Axe was sure something, having your friends side eye you for your smell was even worse.

Getting out, you towelled yourself dry. Slipping into your clothes form yesterday, you left the bathroom. Seeing Adam in the kitchen, at the stove, you made your way over. Wrapping your arms around his mid section, you buried your head between his shoulder blades.

Adam wrapped his one hand over your intervened hands. God, he’s such a big guy.

“Hey baby, you like french toast?”

You simply mumbled a yeah into his shirt, while smelling how good Adams cologne smells. No wonder he’s so popular. If only it wasn’t for his mouth. Adam rubbed your hands with his thumb while chuckling. He turned the stove off and turned around, taking your face into his hands he gave you a deep kiss.

“You excited to fulfill your womanly role of being in the kitchen while you’re here?” Adam mumbled against your lips.

“…You piss me off beyond believe.” You shoved him away by his shoulders, while he laughed.

He didn’t stay away for long, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your bodies together.

“Why? You don’t wanna be my pretty little housewife? Nah, but seriously you do have to pull your weight ‘round here.” Adam pushed a few wet strands of your hair out of your face.

You nodded at Adam, “Of course….I know it wouldn’t be enough but I could give you the amount of rent I pay?”

Adam looked at you like you were stupid, “Babe, I fucking meant, like, cleaning up after yourself, cooking once in a while and hopping on my awesome dick. Well, it’s more of a bonus to be able to ride me whenever you please. I can make that pussy fucking churn, baby, you know it.”

Rolling your eyes at Adam, you simply hid away by smashing your face into Adam’s chest. His incredibly soft chest. Gliding his hands all over your body, Adam bend his neck to whisper into your ear,

“Sit down before the food gets cold.”

Sitting down, you let Adam fix you and him a plate. It all felt weirdly domestic.

Once you were finished, you put everything in the dishwasher while Adam made his way to the bedroom, to get dressed. You plopped down on the couch, twirling your thumbs basically. Sighing, you laid down on the couch. Adam entered the living room.

“What’s up? Stop looking all depressed and shit, we are bout to empty my fucking wallet. Aren’t woman happy to go shopping on a man’s hard earned dime?” Adam stood in-front of you, with his jacket in hand.

“I just..I can’t believe I’m homeless…..This is my biggest fear coming true. Oh my god….I’m homeless…” You covered your face with your hands and groaned loudly. You’re fucking homeless.

Adam scoffed at you, taking your hands into his own and taking them off your face.

“Baby, you’re living here now. We will put your last name on the fucking mailbox and whatever else you need. I will handle everything, sweet thing, don’t you fucking worry.” Adam grasped your knee into his hand now, shaking it slightly, “Cmon, get fucking up. I need you to lighten my wallet up.”

You stood up, nodding at Adam, “Okay, okay, let’s get going.”

Walking towards your jacket, you put it on, together with your worn out boots. Fall is a bitch and winter was even worse. Adam furrowed his brows at your clothes, he grabbed your jacket and felt your jacket lining.

“Jesus, this thin thing doesn’t do shit for you, and what the fuck’s up with your boots? Woman, we have to get you a whole new wardrobe.” He shook his head at you, like it’s your fault you’re broke.

Shopping with Adam played out as well as you thought. When Adam asked you which store you usually go to, and you said the thrift store he looked unhappy. He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you all across the mall.

Unsurprisingly, his favourite place was the underwear section. When you grabbed a multi pack of basic panties, Adam looked at you like you personally ruined his life with that decision.

This whole thing was tiring, you just wanted to lay down. At least Adam had the time of is life, sending you to the dressing room and getting to play dress up doll with you. Eh, at least he isn’t bitching at you, he complains about how woman sizes are not all standardised, how the stitching is shit and how it can be that they don’t have that top, in that colour, in a bigger size. He’s in his zone. He has you try on stuff in different colours, shapes, sizes and man he’s picky as fuck.

All you wanted was a few sweatshirts, one pair of jeans and some socks and underwear. In the end you got a new fucking closet, your make up items basically replaced with the expensive version of your drug store ones, shampoo and conditioner from brands you couldn’t even pronounce, and some sanitary products. Once Adam started looking at sundresses (summer is like 6 months away??) you put your foot down and told him you wanted to go home. You weren’t sure more bags would fit on his arms and in his hands anyways, since he refuses to let you touch anything.

Standing in line at the last checkout, Adam was preoccupied looking at bras. Telling him your bra size was probably a mistake. Letting him drag you to a lingerie store was the other mistake. You felt your phone vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans.

Pulling it out, it was a group chat call from your friends. Accepting the call, you held your phone against your ear,

“‘Yello?”

“What in Christs name is going on that you call up a storm in the middle of the night?”

You could barley understand a word, with 3 different people talking at once, but that was the gist of it.

“Uhh, nothing bad. Apartment burned down.”

“WHATTT???”

Before you could elaborate, you felt your phone being snatched out of your hand. Looking back, you saw Adam glare at your phone.

“If it isn’t the fucking Hexenzirkel!….Mind your own fucking business, everything here’s alright.” With that he hung up your phone and pocketed it. Great. Now that’s a fire you will have to put out later.

Adam herded you forward, towards a free register. He paid for everything, and then took you towards the parking garage where he left the car. Stacking everything in the backseat and trunk, you sat down at your seat. Adam got in, and he started driving home.

Calming your friends was sure a thing you had to pull off. Explaining to them what happened and why you live now with Adam, off all people, was sure something you did. With lots of interruptions. Monica and Dy both assured you that you could always crash at their apartment, in their guest room.

Well, they won’t be able to make you cum 3 times in the span of 20 minutes, so you were going to ride this out. Literally.

You already realised that living with Adam would include lots of sex. He kind of made it his mission to christen every room in his apartment. More than once.

So across a few weeks, he had you ride him on the couch, eating you out in the bathroom, bending you over the kitchen counter, having you suck his dick in the guest room and romantic missionary in his bedroom. And much more and more frequently. Trying out cock warming sadly didn’t go as well, Adam doesn’t have the self control for that, but tying him down on a chair did help with that. And it was hot as fuck.

What you didn’t take in account for was the domesticity of it all. Cooking with Adam, drying the dishes while he washes, watching shows and movies, talking about each others day at the end of the day, cuddling, sleeping in each others embrace, listening to Adam sing and play his guitar, his rambling about the girls his band and music he enjoys, showering together and washing each others hair, grocery shopping together. It’s all so soft, you didn’t really except it. It scares you.

Adam had a lot of bad qualities, like how he tries to give you a curfew, you have to change your phone password every week, you’re sure he has your phone location somehow (you really have to check your app and settings), he keeps making attempts of convincing you to quit your job, tries to dictate what you wear outside the house (all you wear rn are baggy clothes anyways, not because of Adam but because it’s cold af), he always asks you where you’re going and with who, for how long will you stay out? Should he come with you? Don’t worry, baby, he will give a lift and coincidentally stays there for as long as you. Right besides you. He hid away all the door keys?? He loves scaring you and he has a tendency to make your keys and phone disappear when you’re about to leave.

So yeah, privacy was non existent. But when your landlord sent you an email on how you should still pay rent?? Adam took your phone and told you he would take care of it and lo and behold, another email followed up saying that you don’t need to pay for shit. Who would have fucking thought. A few days after the fire you were allowed inside again, picking out whatever wasn’t fully destroyed. There wasn’t much, Adam came with you, and when you were close to crying again, he gave your head a kiss and bought you your favourite take out.

You’re pretty sure he’s trying to condition you to be dependent on him, since when he makes you cum he has a tendency to whisper to you about how you’d should cancel your lease, how you should quit (again) and how nice wouldn’t it be to be his little housewife? You’re happy you got the copper IUD, otherwise you would be pregnant right now. Since Adam is insatiable.

At the end of the day you get fed, get 8 hours of sleep and Adam tries to drive and pick you up wherever you want. So you have been throughly enjoying the past few weeks. The fact that you have to reassure your friends that you are fine and juggle Adam’s weird behaviour is just something you have to deal with.

You were close to falling asleep. Adam was laying on the couch, with you on his chest. He was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, while you buried your face into his neck. His one hand was under your shirt, his fingers traced heart shapes on your skin. You felt his heart thump through his chest, in a slow rhythm. The TV was playing in the background, some fucking Family Guy episode Adam picked out.

The lights started to flicker, faster and faster.

“What the fuck?” Adam sat up, looking around confused.

All the electronics were starting to go crazy, the TV switched between movies and shows, the microwave started going off, together with the fire alarm. You rubbed your eye, while yawning. Everything came to a hold when everything got shut off. You sat in the dark.

“..Huh?” Is all you could get out. Whats going on?

“Fucking fuck. Did a fucking fuse blow out on me?” Adam ushered you off his lap, you stretched your arms over your head.

“Did you forget to pay utilities? Happened to me once or twice.” You threw into the room.

Adam scoffed at that, “Did you forget or were you too broke? I pay my shit on time, don’t fucking worry about it. Fuck. I think the fuse box is out on the hallway.”

“..Both.” You made an attempt at going back to clinging to Adam, he was comfy and you were tired.

“Can’t get rid of you, huh?” He chuckled at you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you closer to him, “Need me to carry you to every fucking errand I need to run?”

You nodded at him, humming in agreement. Adam slipped his arm under your knees and the other under your shoulder, when he stood up he took you with him. Carrying you bridal style. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Don’t drop me! Ah! Adam!”

“Damn babe, usually you only scream my name like that when I make you cream all around me! Don’t stress yourself, you weigh nothing to me. Watch this.” Adam laughed at you, he spun you around in his arms. Then he proceeded to do squats. You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. After that, the final round, he did bicep curls, using you as his weight.

“Drop me, gym bro.” You laughed at him.

“Yes, mam.” Adam suddenly let go off you for a second, or at least made it seem like that.

Your heart dropped, genuinely thinking that Adam let go off without warning. But he quickly caught you again, laughing at your screaming and horrified expression. He set you back on your feet, grinning at you.

“Chillax babe, as if I would ever drop ya.” He brushed your hair away from your face.

“Fuck off, asshole. How about we look for that fuse box? I don’t wanna live in a lightless apartment.” You hissed at him, swatting away his grabby hands. At least your eyes got adjusted to the dark.

Before Adam could answer, everything started to go crazy again. TV blaring, lights flickering, beeping and fucking sparks flying.

Adam yanked you down with him by your arm, you both were squatting behind the couch.

“Fucking hell?! What the fucks going on??”

A blazing, colourful tear appeared into the air, between the TV and couch. Man were you happy to have said couch as a shield. A high pitched tone sounded through the air, causing both you and Adam to grimace. Covering your ears, you squinted while trying to take a look at the weird slit. It was changing size and form and honestly, you weren’t too sure what you were looking at. So you just ducked behind the couch again, not wanting to know what actually was going on.

Then it just stopped. Everything was pitch black, taking a look out the window you saw that non of the lights in the other buildings were on anymore. Fucking power shut off.

“Let’s get fucking out of here befo-“ Adam started speaking, but was interrupted by a horrible sizzling sound. You were sure that the sound waves which vibrated through the air were touching your soul.

The tear appeared again, just this time in a circle form. Adam and you ducked behind the couch again, while the…thing moved and changed and screeched. It stopped. Again.

“Jesus Christ…” You whispered into the darkness, looking at Adam with big eyes.

“Uhm, fuck no, I’m not the J- Dog. I’m fucking Adam, you know? The first dick on fucking earth?”

??????

Adam and you looked at each other like you have just seen a ghost. You both shoot up from behind the couch at the same time.

What kind of creature appeared in the living room????

He’s very tall. Too tall. And big. His horns hit the ceiling, so he has to awkwardly slouch. What even is his face? Are those golden wings? How fucking big are they? Wingspan of over 9000? Whats that round thing over his head, a halo? With a weird ass robe. Oh my god. What’s even going on anymore?

“Fucking sick, you both can hide your wings and halo? How long did that take you to fucking master? A century or two?” The thing gave you both a once over, his gaze lingered on Adam’s face, but he just shook his head. A century? You weren’t even ready to continue living for another 10 years.

You reached your hand out, grasping Adam’s arm tightly. Adam’s muscles were tense and he seemed to grind his teeth, glaring at the unwanted guest. God help you.

“What? You two to fucking shocked seeing this big of a deal, huh? I totally get it. Want an autograph?”

“..We…Don’t need to….Hide our…Wings. Because we are…People…?” You decided on saying. It’s better if you speak and not Adam, since he looked close to blowing up.

The creature blinked at you, “Oh shit…Don’t fucking worry about this little incident, sugar tits, upstairs we got extra protocol for this.” He turned his huge back towards you and Adam, giving you a nice view of his glowy, golden wings.

Since your heart was starting to calm down, and you were able to think clear, the realisation creeped in that he kind sounded like Adam? Weird coincidence.

Adam’s face soured even more at the pet name, “Al-fucking-right, listen here, A-“

Grabbing Adam by the collar of his hoodie, you yanked him down. Placing your finger against your lips, to signal for him to shut up, you let him go again. It’s best if Adam does not start a fight with a whole ass angel.

Said Angel was snapping his fingers repeatedly. Each time he did, the electronics started going crazy again. All that appeared were sparks around his fingers, and where the tear was it sizzled slightly. Great.

“The fuck? Why isn’t this shit working?”

Adam crossed his arms infront of his chest, looking unhappier with every passing second. This won’t go well. You feel it in your soul.

The angel nervously threw a look over his shoulder, at you and Adam. As if any of this was your fault. Rolling your eyes, you bit your tongue.

“…You sure you’re a fucking angel?” Adam spoke into the tense atmosphere.

“Yes I’m fucking sure I’m an angel! Have some fucking respect, without me non of you fuckers could be frolicking right fucking now!”

And so it starts. While the two men threw insults at each other, you tried to breath through your panic. Taking a good look at the angel, not only did he have the same voice as Adam, his face reminds you off the masks Adam’s band wears whenever they perform. Maybe….

“Take off your mask.” You decided on telling the giant. All eyes were on you now.

“Woah, bossy. And here I fucking thought you were a well trained bitch, who knows not to interrupt when the men are speaking.” Alright, you hate that guy.

He hooked his fingers under, what was finally revealed as a mask, and slipped his face out of it. Even though his hair was a mess, one thing was clear. That was Adam.

It was uncanny to watch, you were uncomfortable. It clearly felt like that they weren’t supposed to be in the same room. The only difference between their faces was that this one didn’t have any piercings, and he looked to be in his thirties. Good to know that Adam still will look hot in like 10 years. DILF. The even have the same facial expressions, and reactions to each other.

“You supposed to be some shitty alternative version of me, or what?” Adam asked, his chin in his hands and head tilted.

“Fuck no, you dumbass didn’t listen to me? I’m fucking Adam, the first man? More like my genes are alive and well in you. Good to know.” He nodded at Adam.

“Are you sure? Because his name is also Adam, and he has two ex girlfriends named Lilith and Eve. Same break up as you had…….Are we in a Bible fan-fiction? Why does everyone I know have biblical names and a fitting background?” Is your whole life a lie??

The angel simply blinked at you, then his gaze shifted towards Adam. He chuckled nervously again, once again snapping his fingers. All it did was make sparks fly and mess further with the electricity, not just in this apartment but also with every other building outside.

“Fucking stop it, shit obviously isn’t working.” Adam dragged his hand over his face, obviously exhausted.

“Well, if you can travel through space just like that, what’s really stopping you from also going through time? We basically already know that alternative universes are a thing, if we think of both timelines as water streams, going at the same speed….or time?” You put your hands infront of each other, not touching having them touch, “You must have accidentally messed something up in your travels, causing you to fall out of your stream into ours…” Moving your right hand to bump it into your left one, you imaged the angel falling and tumbling into your world.

“…That’s so cool.” You whispered under your breath, the angels wings fluffed up, a grin appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I’m pretty fucking cool, babes.” He looked so proud of himself, as if he did it all on purpose. Idiot.

Adam glared at his doppelgänger, while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and yanking you into his side. He rubbed his chin against the top of your head, like an animal marking it’s territory. You were too far into your multiversal fantasies and connecting it to your physics classes, to notice the angle smugly grinning at Adam, as if he won that round. Weird macho behaviour, which you couldn’t care less for.

“What are we fucking supposed to do now?” Adam asked, carefully.

“..Is the couch free, bro?”