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httpiastri · 2 days

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NSFW alphabet – pa17

author's note: hello hello, finally finished this <333 (after idk how many months lmao) happy to finally post it! hope u enjoy !!! and please let me know if you have any opinions or thoughts, feel very free to fill in with what you think abt these prompts (or any other paul prompts 🤭) hehe

nsfw content below !! minors dni !!!

a – aftercare (what he is like after sex)

i see paul as someone who doesn't like to make a mess, so the clean-up process is important to him. he'll either want to clean you both up with a warm, wet towel, or take a good old shower. he'll find it super cute if you don't have the energy to shower because he'll love holding you up, having you lean against his chest as the water pours on you two.

but in general, i think he'll be very soft after sex. he makes sure to tell you how good you did, praising you and letting you know how much he adores you. it's a lot of smiles and giggles, a very lighthearted vibe. and he craves skin-on-skin contact, holding you close and brushing his fingers along your skin.

b – body part (his favorite body part of his and also his partner's body)

his favorite body part of his own is his hands – just because he knows how much you love them. he loves how he can use them to give you so much pleasure, and how much you tremble from just his touch.

his favorite body parts of yours are anything he can cover with his hands. he loves seeing how big his hands are compared to your body, so holding you in his hands makes him crazy. he likes your boobs, butt and thighs specifically. (boob man!paul headcanons here)

c – cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

like i mentioned before, he dislikes making a mess. so cum will go either inside of you, in your mouth, or possibly on your chest, but then he's gotta be ready to clean it all up quickly (or lick it up). he isn't a fan of the like stickyness of it, especially in combination with your sweat, so he'll want to clean you both up after your session.

d – dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

i wouldn't say that i think paul is a switch, but he definitely enjoys being bossed around by you every once in a while. he loves it when you think you're in charge (when in reality, he's just toying with you, sorry), he thinks it makes you look so cute.

e – experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

hmmm honestly he's young so i wouldn't say he's got a ton of actual experience. though, i still think he knows what he's doing; he's a fast learner, good at adapting, and he listens well to your needs and wants. he's really good at picking up on your little signs and tells of how you like a specific thing, which i think makes him seem more experienced than he actually is. i also think he's learned a lot from watching videos, so don't be surprised when he pulls out some random trick that has you falling over the edge immediately and he just says "i saw it online"….

f – favorite position (this goes without saying)

mmmm paul will never be a more content man than he is when his girlfriend is riding him. is this a biased opinion? possibly, but i really see him enjoying it because 1. boobs on full display, so easy for his hands to cup. 2. he really enjoys not having to do as much work, especially after a long weekend etc. 3. again, he likes you thinking you're in charge when in reality, he's definitely going to be thrusting up into you.

though i also think he loves something where he can be more in control, setting the pace and just making sure you feel good. paul is a simple man, and nothing gets him going like a good old missionary where he can pin his girl's hands over her head and watch her gaze flutter as he thrusts into her.

g – goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous? etc.)

paul is a goofy guy but also very serious at times? which makes me think that he would be more serious during the deed. he'd of course be able to smile or laugh a little if something funny happened, but mostly he just wants to enjoy the intimacy and get as much out of the moment as possible.

h – hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

when i said i think he doesn't like things to be messy, his hair falls under that category, too. he wouldn't be completely clean-shaven, but he likes things to be neat and tidy.

i – intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i personally feel like he can be quite romantic? not over the top but a bit. i think half the time, it's just a good old fuck, but the other time he sees it more as lovemaking and he gets really soft about it. it depends a lot on his mood and the day, but if he's in the right state of mind, he loves having a long go where you're both just fully relaxed and he loves to make sure every cell of your body feels good.

j – jack off (masturbation headcanon)

oh he enjoys jacking off as much as the next guy. he's a busy guy and doesn't have time to be with you as much as he wants to (and maybe if you even live in different countries, it's extra hard). and therefor, his own hand is just the second best thing. esp during a bad race weekend when he just needs to get some of that pent up frustration out. you'll always be there with him though, no matter if it's in the form of a picture, a voice recording, a clip, etc.. and when you've spent a lot of time apart, he loves to have you on the phone with him….

k – kink (one or more of his kinks)

size. seeing you in his oversized clothes would make him go crazy. (size kink headcanons here)

l – location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere inside the house. in his bed, on the couch, having you sit on the kitchen counter, in the shower, you name it.

i think he would be up for some teasing in public; his hands on your thighs inching up under your dress when you're sitting down for dinner, possibly even letting a finger drag across the soaked fabric of your panties. but i don't think he would want to go any further in public, because he would much rather have a real one at home where he can enjoy the moment fully and not risk anyone else seeing. you're his and only his, after all – he doesn't want anyone else to see you like that.

POSSIBLY in his driver's room if he needs to get off before/after a session. oh, and in hotel rooms during the season, but more about that later… AND OKAY LAST ONE: in his car. yes yes yes.

m – motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

honestly, whenever you take the first step, it gets him going instantly. if you insinuate that you want to have sex with him, or that you want to try something new, he'll be jumping into bed instantly. he also can't keep his hands to himself whenever you dress up in certain outfits, especially short dresses (no matter if it's a sleek fancy one or a cute summery dress)…

n – no (something he wouldn't do, turn-offs)

he refuses to share you. he's possessive like that; you're his and only his. no threesomes or anything like that, just the thought of you with another man makes him icky. and it's not even like a funny thing, like "oh he gets jealous so easily, haha!". even teasing him by trying to make him jealous is a no-go zone, he doesn't find it amusing at all. he just gets mad and it's a huge turn-off for him. flirt with any of his friends and he will just leave the room.

o – oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

that's all i have to say abt this.

p – pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

like i said before, i think it depends on his mood!! he can be both, depending on how a race weekend has gone or just his general vibe for the day. mostly probably somewhere inbetween though.

q – quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

they're definitely a part of the equation, esp during race weekends. a must to get out some of that pent up energy he so often has. makes him relax more (and he says it improves his performance, too. he got like one podium once when you had a quickie before a race and now he insists on them every time he has an important race).

r – risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

in the bedroom, possibly. i think he would be up to trying new things if you really want to, but personally, he could just as well do what you always do. nothing dangerous or something that could ever hurt you even the slightest, so like even if you're trying bondage it has to be with the softest of silk straps.

outside of the bedroom, nuh uh. especially not out in public. like i said, he doesn't enjoy the risk of you accidentally being seen.

s – stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

he's a strong guy with good stamina, not sure how well it translates to the bedroom though. surely he can go for a few rounds but i think he's okay with just going all-in into one round instead. it doesn't really matter that much to him.

t – toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

not a big fan of using them but he likes to watch you use them on yourself :)

u – unfair (how much he likes to tease)

oh, he enjoys teasing you quite a lot. especially with his hands since he knows they make you so weak; showing them off, flexing them, placing them on your thighs, etc. he loves to rile you up, pretending like he isn't sure whether he will give you what you want or not, making you whine and beg for it.

he also loves it when you tease him back. it's hard for him to pretend like your actions make him feel what you want, because he's always looking up at you with a big smile and showing off how much he enjoys it. this connects to what i wrote earlier about him liking when you're in control; you're just too adorable, he can't hold back his grin.

v – volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)

mmmm not too loud but not quiet, i feel? groans and moans a lot but also loves just talking and praising you. i also see him being… maybe just a little whiny……. when he's being teased etc. because as we've discussed on this blog before, i think he has a little submissive streak and just. there are some sounds he can't control.

w – wild card (a random headcanon)

there's just something about doing it in hotel rooms when he's racing that really gets him going. after a while, it's like he's one of pavlov's dogs because just being in a hotel room gets him going. celebratory, fluffy sex after a good race, or rough sex after a bad weekend – it doesn't matter. it's just bound to happen.

x – x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

gonna let someone else fill in on this because i just can't 😭

y – yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

high, but again not over the top. he doesn't need to get going 24/7 but if he has a gf as hot as you, then it's gonna get high. idk he just sees you and boom, instant boner. doesn't need to act on it every time, but he could if you wanted to.

z – zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterward)

quickly!! a sleepy boy, he needs his beauty rest. quick aftercare, and he'll make sure you're comfortable and good and resting properly on his chest before he lets himself close his eyes. but then it won't take long before he's dozing off…. he puts so much energy into the act that he's completely worn out after it, poor boy.

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vasyandii · 2 days

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HELLO! ^^

I’m a huge sucker for romance and relationship dynamic type questions so I do have some questions about VernAM (I believe that’s the right way)

Not the questions have to be answered, as I believe I have too many! But here’s my top three

1. In one of the little comics you did I believe AM talked about how he refused to give himself a body heat because of the concern he would produce and odour and this is where this question blooms from, does AM have any insecurities when it comes to his human body, or a fear that he doesn’t meet Vernons expectations? Or that she’ll find something un attractive or gross about him?

2. Whats their favourite thing about each other? It could be a personality trait, a skill, a body part, or say a little habit they tend to do?

3. Are they more dog people, cat people, or some other species like fish or reptilians or do they not prefer animals at all (if they had the ability to adopt pets)

Thank you so much! I love your art so very much and gain lots of inspiration from you to grow better in not just art but in educating myself in different cultures and ethnicities, please remember to drink water and I hope you have a wonderful day! Thank you once again! ^_^

Howdy Romeo! I'm happy I was able to inspire you in some way! I'd be happy to answer all your questions! Thank you for the ask! 💞💞

VernonAM 🏺🖥️

1.) Does AM have any insecurities when it comes to his human body?

Obviously, yes. It's AM's first time on Earth physically, of course he would have insecurities. However, it's not fully because he wants to meet Vernon's expectations. It's the fear of BEING.

(This is gonna lean into some confusing type shit so bear with me. I briefly touched upon it in the second question of this post)

When AM was given a physical, tangible body, there's now a HIM that can suddenly be held accountable for his actions and that makes him uncomfortable. So being aware his body isn't as mighty as him (the complex), AM tries to combat it by removing variables that can be prone to criticism even if Vernon doesn't mind.

Look at it this way; usually people act differently online than they do in real life, right? That's usually because there's often a disconnect with their actions. This discrepancy largely stems from the perceived disconnect between their online actions and their real-world identities. When interacting online, there is often no face or tangible form that can be directly traced back to the individual. This sense of anonymity can lead to a significant reduction in accountability.

As a result, individuals—particularly those who may not be well-adjusted or who possess mean-spirited tendencies—feel emboldened to say and do things they would never consider in face-to-face interactions. They exploit this lack of immediate consequences, engaging in behaviors that are often harmful, disrespectful, or downright cruel - Much like AM, who only just recently acquired a body. (I hope that makes sense ;0;)

2.) What's their favorite thing about each other?

I'll categorize these by personality traits, skill, body part, and habit!

Vernon likes AM because of his hatred/sass because it allows her to have an outlet for her morbid curiosity along with an entertaining conversation. She doesn't find his skills her favorites because that's just him, she believes AM doesn't have skills as a man. Her favorite body part is AM's eyes, he's easier to read as a man. His pupils dilate significantly when he looks at her and AM doesn't even know. A habit she finds endearing from AM is him holding onto the end of her shirt with his hand and following her around wherever she goes.

As for AM, Vernon's take no prisoners attitude is his favorite part of her personality. Of course AM also enjoys the moments when she's caring towards him, but that's something expected. His favorite skill is how good of a liar Vernon is. She could tell him something so outlandish with such a straight face that AM would consider believing it; it's like she believes the lie herself. His favorite part of Vernon's body is her lips, AM likes how soft and warm they are, and how they're shaped. A habit he enjoys is that she would pace around the space they're sharing when she's talking, AM just likes watching her walk, I guess.

3.) Which animals do they prefer, if any?

In regards to if they're cat or dog people; Vernon is a dog person, to her they're easier to train. AM would probably like cats since they do as they please.

For other animals, They would be a Reptile and Bird household xD. I could see Vernon owning a bearded dragon or any cold blooded reptile while AM has like a cool African Grey Parrot :)

But in reality I don't think these two should have access to animals lmao

Aaand that's all for now :3 if you'd like me to clarify anything, feel free to ask! Thank you for reading!

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sinner-sunflower · 3 days

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P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 26/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25

I wish this was longer but death goes by faster than you think.

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Lucifer thought it was a myth, you know, the idea that life flashes before your eyes when you're dying.

But as he recalls everything that happened since the beginning beginning, he wonders if he is reliving it all in a loop. Can a memory experience it as well? Can a memory exist within a memory? He doesn't know if he's just a copy of a copy, and that thought terrifies him.

But this feels real. Dying, that is.

Roo: You were always so arrogant.

A voice echoed somewhere. It was Roo, appearing suddenly like she always does.

Arrogant or misunderstood? Lucifer replied internally, voice laced with a hint of weariness.

Roo: Does it matter now? You're dying, fallen. Even you cannot cheat fate.

Oh Father, this is really happening. He's really going to die; just when he found new people to care about, someone to love again, and reconnected with his daughter—he's going to leave them. Leave Alastor. The Sins. God, Charlie.

He wants to spend the rest of eternity making her happy. He wants to tell her more stories of his good times in Heaven and Eden. To teach her how to properly use her powers. To watch her fulfill her dreams. Damn it, he wants to see her get married. To walk her down the aisle. To welcome Vaggie to their family. He wants to be there for every laugh, every tear, every triumph, and every setback. He longs to witness every precious moment of her life unfold.

It'snotfairIt'snotfair!It'snotfairIt'snotfair!It'snotfairIt'snotfair!It'snotfairIt'snotfair!

He wants to spend one more moment with Alastor. To kiss him. To hug him and never let go. He wants to find another stupid Marigold in every corner for him to find. He wants to hear Alastor's voice, to share in his laughter, to feel the warmth of his presence. He wants to be selfish and let Hell be destroyed—just please, 'Dad, please I just want to live one more day!'

He yearns to see Earth's sun rise one more time, to feel its warmth on his face as he sits on it's grassy plains. To share another meal, another conversation, another fleeting second of joy. He wants to hold onto the fragile, beautiful moments that made life now worth living. The thought of leaving now, of abandoning this newfound happiness, is unbearable. He’s desperate, clawing at the very fabric of existence for one more chance, one more breath, one more heartbeat.

How will Alastor learn to love again? How will the Sins cope with losing the person who raised them, who gave them their everything? How will Charlie-

How will Michael and the others...

But it's not them who he calls out to. Because he's also once a child. And like a child in their time of need, he calls out to his father.

'Father! Please! I need you! Don't let them take me yet, DAD PLEASE!'

Lucifer wants to scream it all out, but he only spits out blood as the sword of his older brother impales him right in his heart. For a moment, he thinks it is Michael holding the sword—that he has betrayed him again.

The relief he feels when he realizes it is the exorcist who just stabbed him almost makes him forget what's happening.

Almost.

Lute pushes the sword further into him and twists it. Shit! It hurts like a bitch. He could probably destroy her now, but he's honestly too shocked to do anything. He's frozen in place, but his entire body is shaking.

Roo: This is it, fallen.

The battlefield is chaos and screams, but he can't hear any of it—only a dark, broken laugh from Lute.

Roo: Make them pay for it.

Her eyes are pure black now, and Lucifer knows that there's only a sliver of sanity left in her. They are both dying here today.

One way or another.

They don't move and it feels like an eternity before he finds the strength to speak without coughing blood.

Lucifer: Exorcist.

Lute: What? Here to say your last words?

He ignores her taunts and keeps his voice calm.

Lucifer: Tell me again. What is your name?

She digs the weapon deeper and gets all up in his face. If she had more control of her mind, she would not answer and would spit in the devil's face. But she's losing it.

So she answers.

Lute: I am Lute. Leader of the exorcists. The first man's former lieutenant. The angel who just rid the world of the devil.

It's funny, really. Getting killed by Michael's sword wielded by an angel named Lute. Guess that part about "the instrument of Heaven will be the Devil's slayer" bullshit in the prophecy was spot on.

It's funny so he laughs.

He feels himself slipping away and Roo clawing her way up. There's a distinct sound of cracking, and he sees that it's his skin breaking apart like he's a porcelain doll. But he pays it no mind.

Lucifer: I have to congratulate you, Lute.

Lute: Oh yeah? Why's that?

His laughter fades, replaced by a somber tone.

Lucifer: See. I may have damned humanity.

Her eyes narrow, suspicion mingling with her fading sanity.

Lucifer: But you. Ohhhhh you.

He continues, a dark smile tugging at his lips.

Lucifer: You've just damned Heaven.

Then.

Then, the light fades from Lucifer's eyes as life slips away, and his body slumps against his brother's blade.

He's glad to have at least something familiar for comfort.

Someone calls the angel's name that made her pull the sword out of him and jump back.

The devil falls to the ground, motionless. And for a moment, everything is quiet, and then—

'Finally. I can sleep.'

What happens after is a cautionary tale.

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So.

I'm sorry?

This was always how this was going to go.

Also one more update before this is done!

Please let me know what you guys think! I'd love to hear your comments <3

Do you guys think this is entire AU was just Luci's life flashing before him?

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fuckyeahisawthat · 3 hours

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So Denis Villeneuve has this particular type of close-up shot that he uses to varying degrees in all his movies but uses a lot in Dune, particularly when shooting Paul. In fact he uses one for the very first shot of Paul in Dune Part One.

There are some common cinematographic elements that define what I would consider the Villeneuve Close-Up (TM), but I'll admit there is also a vibes-based, you-know-it-when-you-see-it element to picking out these shots, which means all discussion here is somewhat subjective and we're talking about general trends instead of fixed categories. But in general, in these shots the camera tends to be at eye-level with the character, which means it can be very low or even on the ground if they are having a floor-based experience.

Sometimes we're in a SUPER extreme close-up where the character's face is filling the frame.

Other times we are not actually that close but we know we are seeing something that other characters are not.

The character may be alone or they may be surrounded by people, but the point of these shots is to reveal something to us the audience that no one else in the scene sees, pulling us into a private emotional world where it's just us and the character. It's a very effective tool for building sympathy and emotional intimacy.

I'm not the only person who's noticed that we lose this specific kind of close-up of Paul entirely in the section of the movie after Paul drinks the Water of Life. I've seen this described as "we're no longer seeing from Paul's POV" or even "he stops being the protagonist of the movie at that point" but I don't think either of these are exactly what's going on. Seeing the world of the story through a certain character's POV is different from what I'm talking about here, and Dune Part Two takes us through many shifts in POV over the course of the movie.

What happens is that we, the audience, recoil from our close, intimate visual and emotional relationship to Paul--or maybe he withdraws from us--for a portion of the movie after he drinks the Water of Life. But, crucially, not right away.

This shot in the "we're Harkonnens" conversation is such a classic Villeneuve Close-Up (TM). We're positioned as if we're sitting right next to Paul, seeing something on his face that is mostly hidden from Jessica, who's standing across the room and slightly behind him.

I think this shot is super important for telling us (even if we only register it subconsciously) that the Paul we know is not completely dead. Drinking the Water of Life may make you see things that others can't, and it may make you a little unhinged, but it doesn't make you inhuman. There's still a person in there.

I would argue that the distancing from Paul starts in these shots:

This is still a close-up; we are not much further away from Paul than in the shot above, but the vibe is totally different. Now we are seeing him the way his followers do, closed-off and purposefully intimidating. We are seeing the image he chooses to present to the world and none of the human vulnerability underneath.

We stay at this emotional and visual distance from him for most of the rest of the movie--but not the whole thing. Because after watching Paul be a terrifying force of destruction for half an hour, we get slammed into remembering he is a person--young, hurt, alone; a person who didn't want any of this--at the very end of the movie.

I think you could make an argument for a few different shots being the first Villeneuve Close-Up of the end of the movie. But where I always notice it is here, when the Emperor is talking about Leto.

While not a particularly close close-up, I'm always struck by this shot as well:

And then we really get pulled in close to Paul during the duel--particularly at the end of the duel when he's already wounded and it seems like he might lose. We get this angle several times:

We get this shot that I'm particularly feral about...

...because while the focus of this shot is (1) the knife and (2) Feyd, someone made sure that the features you notice on Paul's face are his eyelashes and the curls of hair falling in his face, the features that make him look most soft and vulnerable.

And then of course after Paul has won the duel we get this shot, another peak Villeneuve Close-Up (TM) that I have already written about, where Paul is surrounded by people chanting his name but no one to pull the knife out of his shoulder for him.

And we hold onto that connection with Paul right up through "Lead them to paradise."

Which is an insane choice for that moment actually! Once again, this is not a super close close-up, but we're watching him from a perspective that no other character can see and we understand that there's no personal triumph in this moment for him.

Now, obviously, there are a lot of other choices being made in these scenes, in terms of writing, performance, lighting, score, everything. The camera placement is just one element supporting the overall storytelling. But it's one that's very easy to track through screenshots and a good example of how one specific element of filmmaking can be used to influence how we see a character, whether or not we even consciously notice it while immersed in the film.

#dune #dune part two #paul atreides #cinematography #denis villeneuve

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fuctacles · 11 hours

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@steddiesummerexchange for @chaosgremlinmunson | part 3/3 | beta @stevesjockstrap 💚

He knows he has to tell Chrissy as soon as possible, but she'll have to wait. There's someone else he has to go through first.

He kicks off his shoes, hangs up his jacket, and accepts his fate.

"So, not a word, but I got a new tattoo."

Wayne turns away from the TV, raising one bushy eyebrow at his nephew.

"Thought you were playing DnD today."

Eddie nods his head, sways on the balls of his feet, and sighs.

"I was," he admits, and holds his hand up, palm facing his uncle.

He observes in real time as the realization hits his beloved relative and an infuriating grin spreads on his face.

"I said not a word!"

"I'm not saying anything." Wayne raises his hands innocently, the satisfied grin on his face making his wrinkles contort in joy.

"I gotta call Chris," Eddie grumbles, making a beeline for the phone. His uncle's amused gaze doesn't leave him for a second.

Chrissy is, needless to say, ecstatic. She makes plans to get ready together faster than he can explain the situation. It ends with him digging deep into his wardrobe the next day.

"I don't have any good jeans!" he exclaims, showing his friend another pair.

"Well, I want to see all of them anyway, so I can choose the ones that give you at least an illusion of an ass," she explains patiently, sitting on his bed and doing nothing else but judging.

"Rude," he murmurs, but he's aware his ass is as flat as a wooden plank so he doesn't argue. "What if he's a platonic soulmate too? What if I'm misinterpreting things again?"

"Please don't remind me." Chrissy shudders and Eddie makes a face of his own. When they first found each other, there were a couple of unsuccessful attempts at kissing before they realized they were strictly platonic. "Then he'll have to fight me because I'm not sharing. He already has his platonic soulmate, we're all due for some action."

"You know, as much as I know you," Eddie says, pulling out another pair of pants from under a pile of winter clothes. "It never ceases to amaze me how nasty you are."

"You're nasty," she throws back. "Now put these on, I wanna see some ass."

His outfit looks the same as always, with a couple of minuscule differences Chrissy insists are making a change. His pants are charcoal, not black, and his ass is almost noticeable in them, and his shirt is one of the shorter ones. If he moves his arms the right way, a sliver of his stomach will show. He barely wins the battle for his hair, though.

"We can't have the same hair!" he protests when she describes what she wants to do - a ponytail with some loose strands. She pouts, with torture devices already in hand: a brush and a scrunchie.

"I'll let my hair loose," she offers, surprising him. She always complains about hair getting in her face when it's not tied back.

"You're that determined, huh?"

She nods her head furiously.

"Fine," he sighs. "Do your worst."

In the end, he doesn't look bad, but also not exactly like he tried. Just a cleaner version of his daily look. He gets a stink eye from his friend when he throws a leather jacket over it but she doesn't say anything. She knows he doesn't have many to choose from.

They drive to the mall, where they are planning to grab ice cream before going to the cinema. When the pairs spot each other at the entrance, Steve seems to take extra joy in waving to Eddie. The dice on his palm rattles and so does Eddie's when he waves back. They both land on twenties.

Despite it all starting because of the girls, it was their first official hang-out together, so the boys hung back to give them some space. And to observe the intense stare Robin was giving Chrissy's hand, like she was too overwhelmed to touch it. Eddie could tell that Steve was barely holding back a laugh.

"What are we seeing," Eddie asks when Steve wins the fight at the register and pays for his chocolate cone.

"Some comedy about aliens. Or, there's also a romcom we can switch to."

"Nah." Both Robin and Eddie stick out their tongues with disgust.

"Well, sci-fi comedy it is."

They chat a bit at the ice cream place, mostly watching Robin and Chrissy's attempts at flirting, before moving on to the ticket booth. When Steve asks for two double seats away from each other, something must show on Eddie's face, because Steve smirks at him.

"For privacy," he says, reaching out to gently trace the outside of his hand with his fingers.

Eddie has to be pushed towards the theatre after that, too floored to move. He panics a little when separated from his soulmate, who is too engrossed in her crush to even notice.

"Hey." Steve tugs gently on the cuff of his jacket. "Relax, I'm not going to eat you. I won't even touch you if you don't want me to." He seems disappointed by that prospect but his tone is soft and genuine. Eddie knows he can trust him so he twists his wrist to squeeze his hand gently.

"It's okay. I'm just still a little surprised by it, is all," he reassures him.

"Okay." Steve squeezes back. "Just tell me if I'm too much."

"Sure."

He doesn't have to say anything, because he can barely sense his presence next to him. Other than them putting up the armrest to press their shoulders together, and Steve brushing against his hand from time to time, he doesn't press further. Eddie, though, is getting antsy, and having Steve next to him proves to be just a part of this problem. Halfway through the movie, he leans closer to his companion.

"You're never picking the movie again."

Steve groans quietly. It sounds like he's relieved.

"I know, I'm sorry," he admits his mistake. "It looked good in the trailer."

"They are supposed to look good." Eddie points out. "Wanna leave?"

Steve hesitates. They both look at where their friends are sitting. The girls are leaning towards each other though facing the screen, probably roasting the movie to shreds.

"They seem fine, I guess," Steve reluctantly agrees. Eddie stands up without further prompting and gently leads him through the dark, down the steps, and to the exit.

The light in the hall blinds them for a second but Eddie doesn't drop his hand, half-blindly pushing forward.

"Gotta use the bathroom. Then we can grab a bite or something."

"We should wait for the lovebirds," Steve protests.

Eddie rolls his head to the side, not sharing the sentiment.

"I don't know, they seem fine without us."

"But it's a double date," Steve presses.

"Okay Harrington, we can just hang around the mall I guess. Until that sad excuse of a movie ends." He gives in, shaking his head.

Steve seems happy with getting his way, which weirdly makes Eddie feel the same.

They ease their grip on each other only when they reach the bathroom. Without a word they enter stalls far away from each other, figuring the urinals would make it too awkward. When they are washing their hands minutes later, Steve gives him a grin through the mirror.

"We have the bathroom all to ourselves, you know?"

Eddie raises an eyebrow, something in his gust twisting with nervous anticipation.

"Yeah? You wanna murder me or something?"

"Uh, no?" Steve's smile falls. "I just— Sorry, that was stupid. Forget I said anything," he sighs, threading his fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair.

Eddie turns sideways to face him, his hip digging into the sink.

"You know, Chris and I tried dating for like a week after we found out. Kissing her felt wrong, like I was kissing my sister, but we were both convinced we were interested in each other like that."

Steve makes a face.

"Yeah, I was so sure I had a crush on Robin for a while. But then she said she's strictly into girls and we quickly realized we're twins separated at birth." He smiles. "So I uh, understand why you'd want to feel things out first." He nods.

But Eddie bites his cheek.

"That is the opposite of what I'm saying."

Steve cocks his head, brows furrowed. He has mirrored Eddie's stance, leaning against the sink.

"What are you saying?"

"Yeah, I do wanna feel things out, but I think kissing would be most efficient."

Steve doesn't hide the smile that grows on his face. Eddie bristles at that, mostly from anxiety and embarrassment. He chuckles nervously.

"Okay, your excitement scares me a bit. You really wanna kiss me that bad?"

"I don't think you realize how kissable you are." Steve shifts a bit like he's getting ready to pounce. "Can I?"

"Be my guest." Eddie waves his hand and straightens up himself, his minimal experience making him unsure of the proceedings.

He's expecting a straightforward kiss, but it's not what he gets. Steve slides closer, his heavy hand landing on his side. His face is right there, but instead of his lips, there is a feather-light touch on his nose, where Steve gently traces it with the tip of his own, inhaling his skin. Eddie breathes softly and okay holy shit there goes the first soft peck on his lips. Then another. And two more, until he's softly murmuring "Stop teasing" against them, prompting Steve to capture his lips in a proper kiss.

There's nothing of the confusion from his kisses with Chrissy. This time the emotions are easy to pinpoint and decipher. They grow like an itch at the tips of his fingers, eager to touch, and he indulges by wrapping his arms around the man in front of him. They take a couple of wobbly steps towards the wall until Eddie can comfortably lean against it, trapped between cold tiles and Steve's warm body.

"Does it feel platonic?" Steve leans back to ask, his hand sneaking under his jacket to slide over his hip, scorching hot without the thick layer of leather.

"My dick says no," Eddie answers, making Steve snicker.

"Well, my dick agrees with yours."

They look into each other's eyes, a new form of understanding weaving between them, a bond more complex than the matching tattoos on their palms. They are each other's and there is nothing platonic about it.

Eddie muffles an unsexy sound of laughter, held back in his throat. Steve's lip wobbles.

"Maybe they should touch, they might be soulmates too."

The dam bursts, and they start laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh my god," Steve wheezes out, leaning heavily on Eddie. "You're so stupid."

"You're stupid," Eddie counters between laughs, shoving him before wrapping his arms back around him. Their tight embrace is the only thing holding them up while they laugh against each other.

They barely register the sound of the door opening, but catch the movement with the corners of their eyes. They turn in unison and spot a guy, frozen in shock by the sight of them: two guys holding one another up in a fit of laughter. The three men look at each other in silence, until Eddie squeaks and it starts all over. The man runs into the stall furthest away.

Eddie shoves Steve away, and Steve shoves back. They start a half-hearted slapfight until Steve catches his right hand, the one with the tattoo, and kisses the inside of his palm. Eddie's eyes go wide.

Steve grins and skips out of the bathroom.

"Hey!" Eddie calls after him, quickly following. "Not fair!"

The girls find them lounging on the sofas in front of the theatre, poking each other with Twizzlers. Or maybe feeding each other. The scene is unclear, but the wide smiles on the men's faces are unmistakable.

"Twizzler?" Steve offers to his soulmate while poking Eddie's cheek with the candy. The man catches it with his teeth and tries to pull it from his grasp.

"Sure, thanks." Robin grabs one from the pack without batting an eye. "I get it the date was a success?"

"Was yours?" Eddie asks back, looking at Chrissy with a Twizzler hanging from his mouth.

"Yeah." She grins, hip-checking Robin.

The girl blushes, chewing on her candy intensely. She's avoiding Steve's gaze but his stare only intensifies. He's basically peeling his eyelids back to burn a hole in her forehead with his eyes only.

"Did you guys kisssss?"

"Robin. Robin. ROBIN. Don't ignore me."

"I know you can hear me. ROBIN!"

She flinches when he mentally yells at her and he raises an eyebrow now that he has her attention. She glares at him.

"We did. Did you?"

He smiles smugly.

"Duh."

She snorts.

The exchange doesn't go unnoticed by their other soulmates.

"What was that about?" Chrissy asks first with a frown. But before any of them can answer, Eddie suddenly grips Steve's knee.

"Holy shit!"

Steve looks at him. Eddie's eyes are wide and full of awe, which is becoming his favorite expression on the man.

"Can you read each other's minds?!"

"Uh, yeah," Steve admits, suddenly sheepish about the ability he's been so happy to have. And which impressed the little nerds to no end. And the big nerd too, apparently. If the way he started shaking his knee was anything to go by.

"Steve! My man! My soul!" Steve can't help but laugh at his exaggerated antics. "Magic tattoo? Mind reading? What other freaky shit can you do?"

"Well, the mind reading is more Robin than me..."

"Still!"

"...and the other freaky shit I don't show on the first date." He grins cheekily.

Eddie's mind goes blank for a second, his excitement freezing as he reboots and processes what he just heard. Steve's grin only widens. He might like this reaction even better.

Robin makes a retching sound, as she does, so he flips her the bird, as he does. Chrissy, though, has an evil smile that lets him know she'll be a great co-schemer in making Eddie squirm.

"Uh-huh." Eddie's mind has rebooted by now, so he looks back to him. "Next date when, then?" he asks. He tries not to look too eager but fails miserably.

"I'm free tomorrow?"

"Perfect." Eddie grins at him. Steve picks his hand up from his knee and gives the tattoo there a gentle kiss. He bites back a smile at the soft gesture.

"Do you guys have any soulmate abilities?" Robin asks, always the mood ruiner. She makes another dive for the candy and Steve lets her have the bag. He'd rather hold Eddie's hands anyway. They're a bit sticky from the Twizzler fight, but he doesn't mind. Maybe he should lick them clean...

"Well..." Chrissy trails off, and it immediately picks up his curiosity.

"Don't say it," Eddie hisses at her, eyes narrowed. She shrugs with a teasing smile.

"They're gonna find out anyway. Besides," she pouts and gives him her best puppy eyes. (Steve is very impressed, after all, game recognizes game.) "Are you ashamed of our bond?"

Eddie seethes.

"I fucking hate you," he says, but doesn't stop her from saying what she wants to. He just looks away and Steve observes his cheeks going progressively redder.

"Eddie knows my cheering routine by heart."

Eddie makes a displeased sound in his throat and refuses to look back at him.

"Really?" Robin sounds impressed. "So you guys can perform together?"

"Yup. And we do. My cheer squad fucking hates it."

Steve can't help but imagine him among the cheerleaders, in a matching dress. It would show off most of his hairy thighs, and his long legs. He'd have to tie his hair up like today so they don't go in the way while he's jumping and cheering for Steve's team, pompom's shaking, skirt flipping up when he spins—

"Where the fuck did your mind just go?" Eddie's voice brings him back to reality. His face is still red, but his eyes are now narrowed in an attempt to look threatening.

"Can I see it?" he asks in lieu of an answer, though it's probably enough to clue him in. "In a cheer outfit, preferably?"

Eddie starts to sputter out protests, but Chrissy grins mischievously at Steve.

"I can make that happen."

He knew he was going to love her.

#steddie #steddie summer exchange #gift fic #mine #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #ff #st #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #stobin soulmates #platonic hellcheer #platonic stobin

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xaverie · 2 days

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Hades 2 ending thoughts and question...

We know part of what made Hades 1 so masterful was how the story and theme worked so perfectly with the genre chosen to tell it.

I'm nervouussss about that not being the case in Hades 2, or at least curious. Basically, with the ending unfinished, I'm just wondering how the ending is gonna resolve in a way that's in line with the mechanics of the game, you know?

In Hades 1, the first ending was beating Hades. The second ending was bring Persephone home, which gave us a reason to beat Hades 10 more times. The third ending was getting all the gods together to reconcile, which took a bunch more runs. And then after that, giving Zagreus the official security testing job because he can't actually go to the surface anyway gave us a reason to keep fighting Hades - just with a nicer motivation.

Howeverrrrr in Hades 2-

I really want the House of Hades back! I want to see it restored, I want Zag, Nyx, Persephone and everyone back, and that's what we're trying to do. I don't think I would be satisfied fighting Chronos over and over forever, especially in the House every time. Would you? I want to be able to beat him once and for all. Which doesn't seem possible in a rogue-like.

Also with Hades being the helper room for Tartarus, will he not be available after he's free? Will he just choose to show up because he wants to? (cute!) We will free him, right?

ALSO with Cerberus. Does this mean Cerberus will be cursed forever just so we can keep having that boss battle? That feels so hopeless.

I don't know. I'm sure they thought of a great ending that takes all of that into account. And I know there are still at least 1 or 2 more zones on the surface that will make a difference as well. Maybe the fights will change. I'm sure there will be more Time shenanigans. I know anything can happen! I'm just curious what it's going to be and what y'all think.

#hades 2 #hades game #supergiant hades #hades 2 spoilers #hades spoilers

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not-scared-of-microwaves · 8 hours

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I am Jon's number 1 supporter. Everything he's done is perfectly understandable and reasonable. Yeah, season 1 Jon was a bit of a dick to Martin, but if you picked your assistants but your boss assigned this random guy to assist you as well, and this guy isn't very good at his job, and then you find out it's because he literally wasn't qualified for the job in the first place? And add that to the fact that you already know you aren't qualified for the job you've been given, so you need to do a good job and this guy is making that harder? being a bit of a dick isn't necessarily justified, but it's certainly understandable.

Of course season 2 Jon was paranoid, and honestly I'd argue that he wasn't "paranoid" because can it really be called paranoia if you're right? Since he got the archivist job, he's felt like he's being watched and his best defense was pretending to be a jaded skeptic, but it's been proven that being skeptical didn't help, and he got literally eaten by a sentient worm infestation's worms. While hiding from the worms that came for him in his work place, the dead body of his predecessor was found in the tunnels. She was shot, probably by someone in the institute. Things keep showing up asking for specifically the Archivist. He's been given multiple reasons to believe that someone else in the archives is out to get him, and in the end it turns out he's right--Sasha isn't Sasha, and Gertrude was literally murdered by his boss. "His paranoia wasn't justified" it absolutely was. No, Martin and Tim didn't deserve to be stalked, but considering Jon's been nothing but an ass to Martin, and Martin continued to be nice to him, and there was certainly someone out to get him, yeah, it was a reasonable concern.

Season 3, 4 , & 5Jon? Every decision, however stupid they seem, were perfectly reasonable when you look at how he was being treated. He considers himself a monster, and everywhere he turns other people are encouraging this view. If he expresses remorse? Oh boohoo the monster feels guilty. If he doesn't? Where's his humanity, he's just a monster. If he doesn't tell people what's going on, he's not communicating and people are mad about it. If he does tell people what's going on, then he's dragging them down with him and he needs to stop involving people. Basira blames him for Daisy, until he dies, Tim blames him for Sasha, Melanie blames him for literally everything and never liked him to begin with, Georgie cut him off because he wasn't trying to get out (not that he could escape if he tried), Martin's isolating himself for the Lonely. Everywhere he turns he's met with criticism and a lack of sympathy. Of course he's going to throw himself into the Buried to get back someone he sees as more valued and more wanted than he is--if you already hate yourself, and everyone else is encouraging it, you'd do it too. He blames himself for the apocalypse, he blames himself for what happened to Daisy, the list goes on. Of course he's incredibly self sacrificing--take an already selfless person, load them up with self-loathing and guilt, and the only thing you're going to get is someone who places everyone elses value well above their own, and is self-sacrificing to the point of self-destruction.

He's done nothing wrong and that is a hill I will die on.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #jon sims #the archivist

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innxrvision · 2 days

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So long - pt. 3 𒂭

part 3 of 3 ------------ 𖦹 tags: james hetfield x reader, fluff, smut, best friends to lovers, bet, 80s james, a little angst if you squint ♱ a/n: so sorry for posting it a bit late, some things came up and I had actually a hard time writing the smut part. Wow... it's truly harder than it looks. I don't think I did too well, but hey! It's my first time trying! I think I do too much dialogue in general, but it's such a fun part... I don't know, is it too much? You guys tell me, please so I can get better on the next one! Any tips are very welcome.

𖦹 part 1 𖦹 part 2 𖦹 part 3 𖦹

You finish another round of beer before getting out of the bar. Your hands sweating nervously and your heart thumping inside of your chest as you two walk towards James' house, thankfully only a few blocks away from the place you were before.

The walk is silent, there's a tension in the air that makes your anxiety spike. Even though none of you were exactly sober, you became hyper-aware of every single move James made.

"So, ready for the best night of your life?" He cuts through the silence as you arrive at his front porch, trying to ease you up. Of course, he would say something stupid like that. "But before we get to the fun part, we need to get inside." He grins, fumbling in his pockets in search of the house keys. "Don't worry, there's nobody home." He adds as he unlocks the door.

"Shut up." You manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper, like somebody could hear you two at any moment. A silly precaution.

He chuckles, just loving how flustered you are, and waits for you to get inside, locking the door behind you. He doesn't bother to turn on the lights and holds your shaking hand firmly to guide you upstairs to his room.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." He whispers, and you can see his grin in the dim light that enters his room through the window. "Are sure you're ready for this?" He searches your face for any hesitation, his expression now turned serious.

"I am. I won't back up on the bet." You try to sound confident.

The truth is you want this. You realize you wanted this for a long time, actually.

James leans closer to your face and tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers linger on your cheek for a moment and you hold your breath.

"I like the confidence." He teases. "But just so we're clear, you can back out anytime. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, ok?" He says gently, sounding quite different from his usual playful manner.

"I know." You nod, looking straight at his blue eyes.

"Good."

He takes a step forward, you're now so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. He slides his hand from your cheek to your back and brushes his lips against yours softly, a teasing that makes your stomach flip. You wrap your arms around his neck and before you know it, he gives you a peck, almost like he was testing the waters.

"Still with me?" He asks playfully, noticing the tensing of your body.

"Yeah." Your answer comes out breathier than you anticipated, your lips slightly parted and your cheeks flushed from just the smallest touches.

You earn a chuckle in return and with that he claims your lips in a passionate kiss, pulling you into his embrace. He deepens the kiss with a hunger you never expected or experienced before.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He whispers against your lips, breaking the kiss for a second.

You feel shy hearing such a sincere compliment coming from him, it makes you unsure of how to react, instead, you just glue your lips to his again in hopes that this will be a good enough answer.

James takes you in his arms and lifts you up with ease, his tall figure making the job easier. He makes his way to his bed and lays you gently, his body on top of yours. The light coming from the window reflects on his desire-filled gaze and you feel a excitement shiver run down your spine.

"You're ready for this?" He asks, his voice sounding serious. There's something different in him, a combination of anticipation and desire that makes your stomach flip once again.

You give him a quick nod in silence, impatient for what's to come. You try to not show too much you're more impatient than him, but since you felt his lips against yours for the first time it made you addicted. Your fingers wrap on his long blonde hair, near his neck and you pull it gently, earning a satisfied sigh from him.

He reacts strongly to your touch, giving you another deep kiss, one of his hands now holds your cheek and slowly it lowers down your body, ending up on your waist, where he gives you a gentle squeeze. You let out a small surprised sound that is met with James' groan against your lips.

"You're driving me crazy." He murmurs between kisses, his mouth now working on your neck.

He pulls you to him, both of you lying on the bed now, bodies sharing the heat. His free hands roam your body freely, exploring every curve and contour. You try to touch him in return, your moves too desperate to hide.

"I should have done this ages ago." He whispers against your skin.

"The way you react to me… I can't get enough of it." His voice is full of a raw feeling you never heard before.

You press your body against him and capture his lips again, desperate for some touch. You tug on the hem of his shirt and he grins against your lips, understanding your silent request. James breaks the kiss for a moment, sitting on the bed and removing his top just as you asked before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back to him.

Your shaky hands meet his now bare skin, and you let your fingertips roam his torso while he keeps kissing your neck, licking and sucking the skin that'll probably show up bruised tomorrow morning.

"Tell me you want this." He murmurs in between kisses, almost like a plead.

"Please." You plead back, your voice barely above a whisper.

It wasn't in your plans to look and sound so needy, but at this point, you were too aroused to control your reactions.

He lets out a grunt in response and kisses your mouth with a renewed hunger, pulling away only to remove your shirt and your bra with a practiced ease, before tossing them aside. It makes you think he's truly much more experienced than you, a mix of jealousy and excitement clouding your mind.

"I promise I won't disappoint you." He says, making a trail of kisses that end up on your breasts. His tongue plays on one of your nipples while his hand pinches the other and it sends a wave of pleasure through your entire both that makes you whine.

You squeeze your legs together, trying to relieve some of the heat that has been building in between them, your hand tangles in his hair and pulls it gently which he seems to enjoy. James' tongue traces a path down your belly and he holds your thighs, forcing your legs to open.

He raises his head and looks at you, you look back a him, mouth parted and heavy breathing.

"I want you." He says. Such a simple combination of words that send you over the edge. You nod quickly in response.

He grins and lowers his head again, trailing the kisses back up again, which makes you whine in frustration. He goes back to your breasts, kissing and sucking the skin teasingly, even biting it softly this time.

"You're mine." He growls against your skin and you open your eyes wide in shock, but the the affirmation doesn't seem to cause the same reaction in him, the words flow naturally from his mouth. "All mine… Tell me you're mine." He adds, eyes closed, worshiping your body like he wouldn't rather do anything else in his life.

"I- I'm yours. I-" You stutter in panic and he opens his eyes, a grin adorning his lips. It's not like you never thought about being his, it's just that the sheer need and adoration in his voice caught you off guard. Was he just being impulsive? It didn't look like he was.

He savors your skin slowly, once again descending to your lower abdomen. It seemed like he was purposefully taking it slow, teasing you by touching your body everywhere except where you needed it the most.

His fingers finally fidget with the button on the denim shorts you were wearing, you bite your lip, watching his every move. He removes your shorts but keeps your panties and his head moves up again, taking your lips once more.

"James… please." You break the kiss.

"What do you want? Tell me what you want…" He asks, his fingers slowly teasing the lace edge of your panties, his thumb rubbing your sensitive spot with too little pressure for your liking.

"C'mon…" You're almost losing it and he flashes you his smug grin.

"You're so easy to tease." He whispers against your ear, his finger slowly making his way into your wet core. "Oh, fuck. You're so fucking wet." He groans as he circles your clit.

You look at him, mouth parted and heavy breathing. Hearing him talk like that while playing with you makes you go crazy.

James stops for a second, earning a protest from you, just to finally remove your panties. You take that chance to gaze at him, there's a visible bulge in his jeans and you barely had the chance to touch him yet.

But he doesn't seem to mind that in the slightest, he's too concentrated on kissing your thighs and playing with your wet core again.

You moan desperately, wanting to tell him you need more, that you need him, but without finding the courage to say it.

"James." His name slips out of your mouth and you whine, too late to take it back. "Please." You ask, hoping he will understand what you mean.

"What do you need?" He mumbles, kissing your lower abdomen as his fingers keep pumping into you.

"You."

He smiles at your pleading response, unable to hold back any longer, and gives your neck a final kiss before pulling back just long enough to remove the rest of his clothes.

You stare at him wide-eyed, taking every detail that you can. You watch it as he opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom, unwrapping it and putting it on with ease.

He turns around to you, a gaze that tells you he could eat you alive right now. His eyes hungrily drink every curve of your body as he kneels into the bed, an expression of longing and lust on his face.

"You have no idea of how much I want you right now." He says, grinding his hardness against your core.

He enters you slowly, mouth taking you with hunger as you whine and sigh. A mixture of pain and pleasure.

"You feel so good." He breaks the kiss and he starts moving.

James' lips graze your neck, kissing it lovingly, and his fingers lightly caress the skin of your waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He's so gentle with you, his body moving on a slow and sensual rhythm, going deeper with every stroke. Just perfect to drive you nuts.

His breathing is hard and deep as waves of pleasure wash over both of you. You wrap your hands around his neck and hide your face on your shoulder, holding him as close as possible as he moves.

You keep going until both of your bodies and filled with sweat, a tension that threatens to snap at any moment. Your moans and gentle pleas near his ear make him get more and more worked up.

"Look at me." He kisses your cheek with care, tightening the grip on your hips as he picks up his pace.

You raise your eyes, connecting your gaze with him. The vision of his concentrated face makes you even more aroused.

He notices you clenching around him, trying to hold yourself together as best as you can, and kisses your mouth, fastening the pace. A kiss so deep and sincere that makes the tension inside you snap once and for all not too long after. You let out a needy cry, holding his body so tight that you're afraid your nails might hurt him.

"Just a bit more." He whispers, still pumping into you with the same intense motion. You can feel he's close too, his chest heaving up and down, ragged breaths, and shaking arms.

It doesn't take too long for him to come undone inside you with a low deep moan. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed and lips parted, you both trying to catch your breath.

James opens his eyes again and smiles down at you, his expression soft and loving.

"You alright?" He asks, laying down on top of your body as he's still inside of you, being careful to not crush you with his weight.

"Yeah." Your voice comes out breathy and you close your eyes for a second, trying to process everything that has happened.

"You're not backing out now, are you?" He teases you between breathless chuckles.

"I won't." You chuckle, it's impossible to stay serious with him.

He presses a kiss into your mouth and rolls off to the side. He reaches over and grabs his blanket, covering both of you and inviting you into his arms.

"C'mere." He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his warm and bare body.

You stay silently for a moment as he rests his chin on top of your head, caressing your back and enjoying the feeling of closeness.

"You know I meant every word I said, right?" He breaks the silence to ask softly, his voice filled with a sincerity that shows just how much he cares about you.

You take a while to answer, trying to fit the pieces together like a puzzle. Did he want this from the beginning?

"Just… How? Why?"

He chuckles at your confusion as you shift into his embrace to peek at his expression. His fingers run gently through your hair.

"What do you mean?" He seems to find your reaction amusing. "I've liked you for a long time, actually. It was almost driving me crazy. He pauses for a moment, thinking to himself. "Maybe I just needed to loosen up before I could find the courage to take things any further, but I'm glad I did."

"I never thought you saw me as more than a friend." You say, trying to make sense of your words. "We've known each other for a long time, I thought you weren't attracted to me."

"Attracted to you?" He laughs in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? I've been crazy for you for ages." He breaks into a teasing grin. "To be honest? I'm still a bit in shock that I get to hold you like this… With nothing on."

You roll your eyes, the sexual tension slowly giving in to the playful banter you always seem to have going on.

"For ages?" You ask interested.

"For a while now." He admits nodding, his hand coming up to play with a strand of your hair between his fingers. He gazes at you adoringly, eyes shining with affection and tenderness. "What can I say, you drive me wild."

"This is crazy." You mutter, thinking of all the times you hung out together as friends. "And you never had a clue I was attracted to you too?" You ask curiously, looking up at him.

"Not at all." He shrugs, a tiny smile playing on his lips. "Until tonight, I thought you only saw me as a friend." He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"What gave it out?" You're still curious about his reasons. "What made you decide to act out? I couldn't have been just the alcohol…"

"You're very persistent, you know that?" He laughs softly. "It wasn't just the alcohol. I've noticed the way you looked at me, the small gestures, the way you smiled. I thought that if I didn't take the chance tonight, I might've never gotten the opportunity."

"Oh, so you really noticed. That's why you were pushing me to say if I was thinking about a boy." You feel your face heating up.

"Something like that, yeah." He grins. "Just wanted to make sure there wasn't anyone else on your mind." He laughs. "Besides… You were not exactly subtle when you were staring at me."

"Sorry." You mutter embarrassed and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

"Don't be sorry, it helped me to get the courage to shoot my shot." He smiles and hugs you tight. "And, shit, I wanted to do this for so long…"

#innxrvision's writings #james hetfield fanfiction #metallica fanfiction #james hetfield x reader #80sjames #james hetfield #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x you #metallica fluff

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ryomku · 3 days

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thank you satoru - gojo satoru

synopsis: Thanks for looking at the cherry blossoms with me Satoru.

character: Gojo Satoru

tags: gojo satoru x reader, gn! reader, one sided crush, angst, no happy ending, use of y/n, no curses au!

a/n: apologies in advance for any mistakes, english is not my first language, curse you gege this is all your fault, not proofread it's like 1 am y'all I'm just sad and stressed lmao

a/n 2: took some inspo from the song: 8 Letters by Why Don't We.

You are the one who knows me best and the one who hurts me most, yet here we are seeing each other.

“Why do I pull you close but then ask you for space?”

“Am I just hurting myself?”

“Why is it so difficult to tell you that I love you?”

Isn't it amazing?

Like every day we meet without missing a beat, days where we love and hate each other.

“Are we going to change it?”

We don't know yet.

“Can I touch your heart?”

“How can I get closer to you?”

Surely I won't be able to, knowing how you are like with a heart that's as hard as stone and cold as ice. Yet, you made mine fragile like glass I am at my limit and anything can easily break it.

“Will the day that I deserve you come by?”

Let me be your love.

It's always you, you're always the one who hurts me, you make an impact in my life.

“Why can't I make an impact in your life?”

I know that if I curse at you it won't hurt, I know that if I yell at you it won't matter and I know that if I leave you won't miss me.

I know you don't love me and I still want to keep trying to win you over even if it's in vain.

“Could you do me a favor, Satoru?” Although I wanted to look into your eyes at that moment, mine only focused on the cherry blossoms and the soft pink petals that fall softly and delicately touch the ground.

I know he doesn't care about me but I still want him to do one last thing for me, I know I've bothered him too much but this is the last thing I ask of you my friend.

“What do you want me to do idiot?”

“Could you take me outside to see the cherry blossoms?”

I know I'm asking a lot of you, but please just do this for me. I fell for you many years ago and I want to be in your arms this time once and for all.

“Sure, I'll take you right now if that's okay.”

“Perfect.”

Every look, every touch makes me want to give you all of me, but I can't and I never will be able to, I know, I know that I don't deserve you and that I'm not enough for you, but at least my dream will come true.

You took me by the hand to the backyard of my house, helped me go down the stairs and stopped every time I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I'm sorry to give you so much work for this last favor.

We walked to the other side of the garden and sat under the cherry tree, as always sitting next to each other. I didn't like it but since this is the last favor I ask of you, I might as well change things. With some effort I got up from my place and let myself fall gently between your legs sensing that you were startled by how sudden everything was, I took your arms and put them around my shoulders so that you could give me a hug.

“Sometimes I wonder, what would happen if I found a soul like mine?”

“What do you mean dumbass?” Those ways you call me don't hurt me anymore Gojo, nothing hurts me anymore.

“I would like to find someone who loves me like I love that person, I want someone who loves me for who I am and not for what I do or what I can give them, I want someone who understands me and is there for me when needed, I would have loved to meet someone like that.”

“You and your love things.”

I know you don't understand them because you don't feel it the way I feel it for you Satoru, I know you don't feel it and you won't.

The sky was painted in dark colors and the clouds looked even more beautiful than before. I adore sunsets and even more so if it's with someone I love, even if that someone doesn't love me like I love them.

I wanted to tell you what I felt at that moment but I know that if I do you will live with that guilt that you did nothing to love me more and I don't like when you feel guilty, I wanted us to have a future in which we continued playing and being side by side like we've done since we were children but Satoru I can't do it anymore.

If I could be half of what you think of me, I could learn to do anything and maybe then you could love me for who I am.

I always thought I was bad but look at you, you are the best, how much I adore you and how much I love you.

Thank you for all these years my faithful friend, my confidant and my love, I will never be able to thank you for everything you have done for me, but at least I enjoyed all these years by your side my beloved, but it is time to go, maybe it hurts you that I'm leaving or maybe not, but I want to think that I am special to you and that at least in some way you love me, even if it's just as a friend.

Thank you for letting yourself be loved without knowing it.

“Thank you for seeing the cherry blossoms with me Satoru, thank you.”

“No problem, I don't mind doing this with you Y/N.”

You very rarely called me by my name, thank you for doing it in the end Satoru

“Satoru, I adore you.”

For the last time I felt my face get wet from the hot tears that I shed for the last time and for the last time I was able to see the cherry blossoms.

Closing my eyes along with the last beats of this sick heart.

Thank you Gojo Satoru, I love you.

The white haired boy felt his friend's body go limp in his arms, tightening the hug on the other body to feel its warmth.

“Did you fall asleep Y/N?”

His friend was finally in eternal slumber, it's a shame that the blue eyed boy didn't notice and slept next to his already dead friend.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #gojo x you

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nalyra-dreaming · 14 hours

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Hey, I had a sudden wonder while watching this episode: with Louis suggesting what Armand ought to do regarding letting Santiago run the theatre coven... although obviously we have seen such beautiful duality in Armand (I AM SO IN LOVE WITH ASSAD'S ARMAND. He is utter, exquisite perfection! Armand fully realised!) and we've certainly seen Armand being scary and threatening to Claudia... what we haven't seen ourselves (or seen Claudia allude to) is Armand ever telling Claudia she ought to die.

It makes me wonder whether the show will go for Armand's responsibility in Claudia's death to the same degree as in the books?

(This Louis also feels like he doesn't *need* to stay with her, nor she him in the same way...?) or if Claudia's death will be more entirely Santiago's doing? I mean, I guess it is that way in the books and Armand just doesn't stop it because he doesn't want to, so that can still be true.... But it feels like Armand may relinquish some power too on the show?

Still, that would make Louis feel even more responsible too, seeing has he has set Santiago up to give him this power. Of course it could also *seem* feely Santiago and Lestat's doing in version 1 of the trial and we could then get a version 2 of the trial to see more culpability for Armand... but I just had a fleeting wonder is all.... So I thought I'd see your thoughts on it? Thank you!

How good was this episode! I cried twice! With Armand in The Louvre and the final DreamStat scene. (The final Dreamstat scene ever! Arrggghhhh!!! Unless he returns in The Future. Which I don't currently envision.)

It was very, very good, yes.

But also... already quite unsettling, and we have only scratched the really fucked up stuff. -.-

I... I think Armand following Louis' advice there... might be part of the game. I mean, on one hand he wants to. On the other though, the rules and power structures are ingrained in him and have been, for centuries.

That's nothing you just shake off.

I mean, I also think that Santiago will be more shown as the "responsible one" in the trial. But I think we are very much heading for the "I could not prevent it" statement - when he very well could have. And I think that relinquished power or not - but Armand will never fully relinquish power and ultimately Louis will know that. Because he himself also could not relinquish power just like that - and his grip on his business was much, much shorter.

I said it before, but I think Louis will know Armand could have prevented it - but if they go for the surgery? then that might be something only Daniel might know (and, well, we).

I think they will stay quite close to the books - but for now... it may seem as if they're not.

AND YES - ASSAD is AMAZING!!!!

The perfect Armand, in all his facets - just... amazing.

#savagewildnerness #ask nalyra #iwtv s2 #iwtv #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire s2 #amc interview with the vampire #iwtv armand #armand

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crilbyte · 3 days

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🌟Toxic🌟

~Human!Adam⚡ x Reader x Human!Lucifer🪽

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 5 𖦹 Part 6 𖦹 Part 7

Summary: You return to the studio with Lucifer to break things off with Adam, unfortunately he doesn't take it so well.

Warnings/Promises: 18+, jealousy, love triangle, manipulation, sexual assault, oral (m receiving), violence

Wanting to get things over with quickly, you ask Lucifer to take you back to the studio that night. You open the door to the dressing room and walk in without Knocking to find Adam sitting at the vanity, combing through his hair. He doesn't look up at first, focused on his appearance. When he finally does notice you, he raises an eyebrow at your lack of a knock. "What is it?"

You walk up to him with a frown, brows pulled together. Adam continues to brush his hair, keeping his eyes on your reflection in the mirror.

"What's wrong?" he says, still looking bored.

Without a word you drop four little pink and white sticks on the vanity table in front of him. They clatter loudly as they settle. Adam's eyebrows shoot up at the sight of them. He slowly turns to face you, his expression curious now.

"What are these?" He picks one up and sees that they're pregnancy tests, all negative. Adam smirks as he drops the stick back down on the table. "Looks like you're not pregnant," he says, his tone implying that he couldn't care less. He goes back to brushing his hair, his mind already moving on from the topic.

"Don't act all innocent. I know you took the condom off halfway through last time." You say with a grimace. “The whole this was fucked, honestly.”

Adam raises an eyebrow at your accusation, still not taking you seriously. "Oh, so it's my fault?" he says, still brushing his hair. "You act like I forced you to have sex with me. You were just as willing as I was."

"I... I came in to try and break up with you and we ended up l… doing that..." You say becoming unsure of yourself. "And then you took off the condom halfway through even though I told you it wasn't a safe day."

Adam finally stops brushing his hair and stands to face you, his expression more serious now. "I thought we had a good thing going," he says, his tone almost pleading. "You know I can give you things that no other man can. And as for the condom…”

"What? What excuse could you possibly have?”

Adam pauses for a moment, his mind racing as he tries to come up with a good excuse. "I just wanted to feel closer to you," he finally says, his voice oozing with self- importance. "I thought maybe if we created a life together, it would strengthen our relationship."

"You mean you tried to get me pregnant so I couldn't leave you," you say sternly.

Adam's face twists into a sneer at your accusation. "You make it sound so selfish," he says, his voice dripping with venom. "I was trying to make us a family. But I guess that's just too much for someone like you to handle."

You look at him incredulously. "You were trying to trap me and it didn't work." Your brows pull together and you cross your arms. "And now it's over. I... I can't forgive this. We're done Adam."

Adam's face falls at your words, and he takes a step back as if you've physically struck him. "What…? What did I do wrong?" he stammers, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. "I thought you loved me."

"Are you kidding me? Have you not been listening this whole time? You guilted me into having sex with you when I didn't want to, then lied about wearing a condom and finished inside me in the hope of baby trapping me!"

Adam's face hardens at your words. "I can't believe you'd accuse me of stooping so low as to trick you into having a child with me." Adam shakes his head, his expression hurt and betrayed. "I never wanted to trick you," he says, his voice cracking with emotion. "I just wanted you to see that we belonged together. I... I love you, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."

"Then what do you call taking off the condom without telling me?"

Adam's expression darkens. "I call it a mistake," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I wanted to feel close to you. I thought... I thought you might feel it too if we... well." He reaches out to touch your arm, but you pull away.

"If / got pregnant?" You attempt to finish his sentence for him.

Adam's face falls, and he looks away. "I... I didn't think it through," he admits, his voice low and ashamed. "I just wanted you. I didn't care about the consequences." He takes a deep breath and looks back at you, his eyes pleading.

"That's just it, you didn't think of the consequences because they were all for me! *I'm* the one who would have gotten pregnant against my will, *I'm* the one whose body would irrevocably change, *I'm* the one who would have to give birth to a child that was forced upon me. And you? You could dip out at any point and leave me with the consequences of *your* choices. And that's if I even decided to keep it!? But even then you'd have forced that horrible decision on me!"

Adam's expression turns defensive, and he crosses his arms over his chest. "I didn't force you to do anything," he says, his voice tight with anger. "You could have said no." He takes a step closer to you, his eyes flashing.

You stare at him in disbelief. "You think that the literal word would have done the trick?" You ask, standing still and attempting to hold your ground. "I told you to stop, I said to wait, I was reluctant and scared. You didn't stop. You know what I'd call that?"

Adam's face darkens, and he takes another step towards you, looming over you. "I’d call it passion," he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

"I'd call it assault," you finally say in a low voice.

Adam laughs, the sound cold and mocking. "You're being dramatic," he says, waving a hand dismissively. "I didn't hurt you... I made you cum, didn't I?" He grins, clearly thinking he's made a good point.

You flush, shame washing over you. "You know that's just a biological reaction to stimulus. That doesn't mean anything." You turn away, but he can tell he's shaken you.

Adam's expression turns softer, but it's clear he's still enjoying having the upper hand. He takes a step closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder, gently turning you back to face him. "But it felt good, didn't it?"

"Stop..." You say, gently pressing against his chest, but he pushes forward until you're up against the wall. Adam grins, his eyes dark with desire.

"I don't think you really want me to stop," he says, leaning in close. He brushes a strand of hair from your face and leans in to whisper in your ear. "I don't think you really want to leave."

"I do," you insist, trying to sound sure of yourself but failing. "Please, don't do this again."

Adam's expression turns serious for a moment, but the mask quickly slips back into place. He leans forward, his hands on the wall above your shoulders. "Do what again," he asks, his tone implying that this isn't over yet.

"Please don't repeat last time," you almost whisper.

Adam leans back, studying your face for a moment. "Oh, you mean when I made you come apart in my hands?" he says, his voice low and husky. He steps closer again, his body pressing against yours. "I have to say, it was pretty hot."

You squeeze your eyes shut. "Adam, please."

Adam smirks, leaning in to nuzzle your neck. "You don't have to be shy," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I know you liked it." He reaches down, brushing his hand against your thigh. "Let me make you feel good again."

"I-I don't want this. I came to break up. For real. Lucifer is waiting for-" you begin to say but he cuts you off in a rage; his face darkening and his possessiveness flaring up in an instant.

"Lucifer?" he sneers, stepping away from you. "You're leaving me for that fucking bitch?"

"Don't call him that! He's kind. And he's never forced me to do something I wasn't comfortable with." The insinuation is clear.

Adam's eyes narrow, his hands clenching into fists. "Kind?" he snarls. "You mean the man who listened in while you sucked my dick a while back? Yeah I bet he didn't tell you that." He takes a step forward, caging you in with his arms again, his face twisted in rage. "He doesn't give a shit about you! All he wants is your pussy!"

"It sounds like you're projecting, Adam," you say in a low voice.

Adam's eyes narrow at your words, suspicion flaring in his gaze. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he snaps. It's clear that he's not used to anyone calling him out on his bullshit. "You think I'm the fucked up one here?"

You just glare up at him. "Let me go."

Adam's gaze hardens at your words, his hand clenching to a fist beside your head. "Do you really think what happened before was rape? That I assaulted you against your will?"

His blunt language takes you off guard and you blush slightly, looking away. Adam's eyes narrow at you.

"Fine. You really want to call it that, then why don't I show you the real deal...?" he says in a low and threatening tone.

Your eyes dart back up to his face just as he grips the front of your shirt and, with surprising strength, rips your blouse open. You let out a quick scream, both in fear and because the tearing of the fabric pulls and hurts your skin.

Adam's gaze is dark and calculating as he looks down at the torn fabric of your blouse, his grip still tight on the collar. "You shouldn't wear such thin material if you don't want it to get ripped off," he says in a tone that suggests satisfaction at your current state. You push at his chest as he presses his face into your neck, licking and biting at your skin.

"Adam! Please don't do this," you beg, your voice weak. “I don't want this…”

"You should have thought about that before you basically called me a rapist," he says with a low tone. "If I'm gonna be labeled one either way, I might as well get one last good fuck out of the deal."

"No!" You cry out, trying to hit him to get him off you. "Adam stop!"

Adam raises his eyebrows in surprise at the sudden change in your tone, showing some resistance instead of arousal. He frowns and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. "You're no fun anymore," he says, reaching down to loosen his pants.

"Stop! Please, Adam!" You begin to sob, pulling at his grip on your wrists, but the considerable strength difference is in his favour.

Adam's expression changes to one of annoyance at the sudden turn in the situation. "Oh, now you're crying? You really think those tears are gonna stop me," he says, still holding you still with one hand as he uses his other to pull out his cock.

Your breathing hitches, but you manage to take in a deep enough breath for one good yell. "Lucifer!” You scream. “Help!”

Adam's expression changes to one of shock at your scream for help, and he quickly covers your mouth with his hand. "Shut up, you cunt," he hisses. "You don't want him thinking I'm actually trying to rape you, do you?"

There's a sudden loud bang from the locked dressing room door. Adam ignores it, turning back to you, his smile giving you chills before removing his hand and kissing you to silence you so his other hand is free. You feel him groping down your body, his hand rough and uncaring as it goes, eventually making its way to your skirt.

Adam smirks as he tugs at the hem. It tears easily, revealing the panties beneath. He takes a moment to enjoy the sight of you in your ripped clothes before his hand reaches down to your panties, pulling them down just as roughly.

"Aaahh! Adam, please! Please don't do this," you cry out, your tears streaking your mascara down your face.

Adam laughs, his hand reaching down to his cock again as he starts to stroke himself slowly. "You don't have a choice, girl," he says, his eyes roving over your exposed body. "Unless you want to be a good little whore and start sucking."

You look up at him with shock and fear in your eyes. Adam watches you, a cruel glint in his own.

"Don't look at me like that," he commands, his voice dripping with venom. "It's too late for regrets now. But I'll accept any apologies you might have with a little blowjob."

Your lower lip quivers but you feel yourself sliding down the wall. Adam smirks as he sees you fall to your knees before him, his hand still wrapped around his cock. He grabs the back of your head, pulling you closer to him and pushes his dick into your mouth.

“Suck it like the good little whore you know you are," he says, his voice low and commanding.

You let out a squeak before closing your eyes tightly. You don't move on your own; instead, you just keep still with him in your mouth. Your hands resting on his thighs. Adam chuckles, using the hand on your head to guide you back and forth along his cock, thrusting into your mouth with a slow and steady rhythm. He gazes down at you, seeing your tears and mascara streaking down your face. He doesn't care, as long as his cock is getting sucked.

At first, it's not so bad, *I can endure*, you think to yourself. But then he begins to get rougher. Adam grabs your head with both hands, thrusting deeper into your mouth as you try to resist. He doesn't care if it hurts, he wants to dominate you and have power over you, no longer caring about your comfort. He wants to feel every inch of his cock in your mouth; the feeling of you gagging and choking making him even harder. He looks down at you with a sinister smile.

Suddenly there's a loud crash as the door breaks open. Lucifer steps in to see you on your knees, back pressed against the wall, with Adam standing before you, his hands tight on your head, using you like some kind of living fleshlight as you attempt to fight back, trapped.

Lucifer's eyes widen, a snarl quickly appearing on his face, his breath haggard as he steps towards you, his gaze intense and eyes shimmering with tears.

"You fucking bastard," he hisses at Adam before looking back to you, his vision blurs for a second as rage takes over, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Lucifer's gaze darkens, his eyes narrowing into slits as he takes in the scene before him, his heart racing at the idea that this had been allowed to escalate this far, but in an instant, his voice booms. "Enough!"

Adam looks up, surprised by the sudden intrusion. He doesn't let go of your head but looks at Lucifer with a smirk. He ignores the anger in his voice and tightens his grip on you, pushing deeper into your throat, causing you to gag and choke. "Well look who's here, the wife-stealer himself." Adam pulls out of your abused mouth, leaving you coughing and gasping for air. He wipes his cock on your hair before tucking it back in his pants, all while smirking down at you. He turns to face Lucifer as you scramble backwards into the wall, desperately trying to cover your exposed body. “You know, I always knew you were a pussy. But look at you now, ready to cry over some piece of ass."

Lucifer's anger boils over at the sight of Adam's treatment of you, his heart aching with frustration as he watches him wipe himself on your hair. His fists clench tighter and his eyes flash with rage, his anger boiling over as he sees red.

"You son of a bitch," he growls, lunging forward with fists clenched and ready to fight, not caring about the consequences. "How dare you lay a hand on her!"

Adam chuckles. "Oh, come on Lucifer. You act like you actually care about her."

Without hesitation, Lucifer steps forward, his hand shooting out to hit him. "You have no idea what you just brought upon yourself," he growls, his eyes glowing with a hellish fire.

Adam manages to duck just in time as Lucifer's fist whooshes past him, hitting the wall instead. He laughs in amusement, "You're seriously going to hit me for touching her? You really must have feelings for her."

Lucifer snarls at Adam's comment, his chest heaving with anger as he prepares to strike again. "You do not understand the meaning of love and loyalty, you sick bastard," he hisses, his eyes blazing fiercely at the man in front of him.

Adam steps closer, a smug grin on his face. "Oh, don't tell me you're jealous of my dick," he teases. "Is it because I can fuck her better than you can?" He grabs his crotch, giving it a squeeze.

Lucifer's patience reaches its breaking point as he listens to Adam's taunts, his anger threatening to consume him.

"You piece of human garbage," He says as he launches forward once again, his fists flying as he attacks with all his might, determined to defend your honour and prove himself as the better man.

Adam manages to dodge a few of Lucifer's fists but takes a few as well. "You really think you're better than me?" he asks, amusement filling his voice. "You're so consumed by your love for her that you can't see straight. You're weak, and I love it."

Lucifer halts his attack, breathing heavily as he stares at you with a mixture of disbelief and contempt. "You are mistaken," he says through gritted teeth. "I may love her, but my love only strengthens me. It doesn't cloud my judgment or my abilities."

"Oh, please," Adam scoffs, wiping some blood off his lip. "You're so blinded by love that you can't see the truth. I'm better than you in every way, and you know it. I'm hotter, more talented, and I fuck her better than you ever could, too."

Lucifer's eyes narrow as he hears Adam’s words, a deep-seated hatred building within him.

"You will not speak about her in such a manner," he growls, his voice dripping with venom. He can no longer contain his anger as he lunges forward, aiming a punch at his jaw and connecting, hard. "You are delusional if you truly believe any of that," he growls, seething with anger and frustration.

Adam staggers back, momentarily dazed from the punch. "Ow, fuck!" he exclaims, rubbing his jaw. He glares at Lucifer with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Oh come on, lighten up," he says, grinning slyly.

"Lighten up...? Lighten up!? Are you fucking kidding me?" Lucifer growls, stalking closer to him. "I just had to break down your door to stop you from forcing yourself on your supposed girlfriend because she wanted to leave you!" he stops long enough to take in a breath. "And need I remind you that the reason she's leaving you is because you're an abuser! You literally tried to knock her up to keep her from leaving you!"

Adam's smile falters slightly, but he quickly recovers, pushing his chest out as he smirks at Lucifer. "Whoa there, big guy. I was just having a little fun with her, she loves it," he says, shrugging.

"You call this 'loving it'!?" he asks, motioning towards you. Adam looks down to see you with your arms wrapped around yourself, shivering on the ground. You're still pressed against the wall, makeup smeared down your face, tears still wet on your cheeks.

Adam takes a step closer to you, reaching out a hand to touch your cheek in an attempt to wipe away a stray tear.

"Baby, don't cry," he says, his voice dripping with false concern, but you flinch away from him and it sends a fire through Lucifer.

"Don't fucking touch her!" he shouts, grabbing his wrist and yanking him away from you. "You think you can just manipulate her feelings like that!?" he growls, eyes burning with anger. He turns to look at you with a softness in his eyes that Adam never had, crouching down to be eye level with you. "Are you okay...?"

"Lucifer..." you push out through sobs, reaching up and desperately crawling into his arms.

"Shhh, it's okay," Lucifer murmurs, wrapping his arms around you tightly, pulling you in close to him. He kisses the top of your head gently as his own eyes fill with tears, seeing you in such a state ripping his heart apart.

Adam watches the scene unfold, his anger turning into jealousy and confusion. He doesn't understand why this woman, who he thought he had under his control, is suddenly seeking comfort in another man's arms. He takes a step back, watching you cry into his rival's chest. He wants to grab you and demand your attention back to him, to reach out and pull you away from Lucifer, but he knows that it would only make things worse. Adam's face contorts into a mask of indignation.

"You ungrateful bitch," he hisses under his breath, clenching his fists at his sides, his mind racing with thoughts of inadequacy and anger.

Lucifer's eyes narrow to dangerous slits as he glares at Adam. "You are the most delusional and disgusting person I have ever met in my entire life. Get the fuck out of here before I rip your goddamn head off!"

Adam's face falls as Lucifer speaks, his eyes widen, and the narcissistic mask finally falls. He stares at Lucifer in shock and disbelief, his mind reeling from the sudden attack. "You-you can't talk to me like that,"

"I can talk to you however I want,"he spits back, placing a protective hand on your head. "I'm your producer; or did you forget?"

Adam seems to shrink in front of you, the confidence and arrogance that once radiated off of him finally faltering under the weight of his own shame.

"I-I didn't forget," he stammers out, looking at Lucifer with a mixture of anger, jealousy, and confusion. "Producer or not, I’m still your headliner," Adam retorts, his voice shaking slightly as the realization of Lucifer's words hits him. He tries to maintain his composure, but his ego is bruised, and he can't help but feel a sense of defeat.

"Headliner?" Lucifer repeats, his tone incredulous. "You are but a fleeting memory in my career. I have seen countless headliners come and go. You are nothing special." He raises an eyebrow and smirks at Adam's wounded expression. "Get out. I don't think either of us want to ever see you ever again. You're fired."

Adam's eyes widen in shock as Lucifer delivers the final blow. The narcissist in him refuses to accept defeat, and he tries to rally back with a defensive response. "You can't fire me," he growls, gripping the edge of the vanity tightly.

"Watch me," he replies calmly, exuding a sense of power and dominance. "You are no longer needed. In fact, I think it would be best for everyone if you left the premises immediately." He stands up, holding you close and turning away from Adam, effectively ending the conversation.

Adam's grip on the vanity tightens as Lucifer dismisses him with such ease. The narcissist in him wants to refuse to back down, but he knows when he's beaten. He can hear the finality in Lucifer's voice and sees the determination in his eyes. Adam burns with a mixture of anger and disbelief at Lucifer's words. He can't believe he's being fired and replaced so easily. He stands up from the vanity, knocking over the stool behind him in a fit of rage before storming out.

"Good riddance," Lucifer mutters, shaking his head. He turns back to you, a concerned expression on his face. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?" His eyes scan over your body, assessing any potential injuries.

You shake your head, sniffling. "My throat is sore... but that's all," you answer.

He reaches out, gently brushing your hair away from your neck and examining the red marks left by Adam's grip. "I should have put a stop to this sooner," he says, frowning. "He has no right to lay his hands on you in such a way.”

"Please don't blame yourself," you beg. "I told you I didn't want you here when I told him. I... I didn't think he'd..." Your breath hitches as your tears threaten to return.

"I know, my dear. It's not your fault," he reassures you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. His warmth radiates through you, calming your trembling body. "It seems I may have underestimated his possessiveness.”

"He's never done anything like that before..." You sob into his shoulder.

"Shh, it's alright," he murmurs, stroking your back soothingly. "You don't have to deal with him anymore. You're safe now." He pulls back slightly, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "Would you like me to take you home?”

You know he means his home, to the penthouse, and you nod, letting him scoop you up. He carries you out of the studio, ignoring the stares and whispers of the people around. Once outside, he places you gently into the passenger seat of his car, making sure to buckle you in securely before rounding the car to get behind the wheel and driving you away from Adam and this whole horrible situation.

Lucifer managed to rock in, just in time. Hopefully he can do some good to heal our little MC's heart.

Art for Rockstar Adam by @marblescorner

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