#lucifer really said “i fucked both your wives”

[hazbinwhoree]

I feel like maybe Adam was wearing a mask because he's secretly insecure about his looks since he kept losing the two people made to be his soul mate to Luci.

So, when when you two go for a meeting, Adam is scared he'll lose you to luci like everyone else. And Luci pulls everything in the book to prove he can do it again, but it doesn't work. I was craving something sweet.

Failed 3 For 3

Part 1/2 Part 2

A/N: This takes place after episode 8, in a universe where Adam was spared by Lucifer and not stabbed by Nifty.

Adam had lost Lilith to Lucifer, and he had taken it hard. Then he lost Eve too, also to Lucifer, and Adam took that loss even harder. Lilith had left him for Lucifer but Eve cheated on him with Lucifer. Adam would never admit it, but he was lonely and constantly feared losing the ones he loved.

He was constantly worried he’d lose (Name) too. And when they were summoned to meet Charlie in Hell regarding newly reformed sinners, Adam was nauseous. He couldn’t shake the idea that Lucifer would successfully steal (Name) from him too, and he’d be alone again.

Adam fidgeted with his mask’s horns while he waited for Charlie and Lucifer to enter the meeting room. (Name) recognized the nervous habit and frowned. “Adam?” She reached out and gently grabbed his hand. “What’s wrong?”

Before Adam could answer, the doors opened and Charlie came bounding in. Adam pulled his hand away, setting a grin on his mask.

Vaggie followed Charlie, and Lucifer followed her. (Name) noticed Adam tense when Lucifer walked in.

The meeting proceeded and Lucifer said nothing, letting Charlie do all the talking until the end. The meeting concluded, and Lucifer boldly marched right up to (Name). Adam’s fists clenched.

“And who are you, gorgeous?” Lucifer asked, taking her hand and kissing it. (Name) scowled. “Adam’s wife,” she emphasized, pulling her hand away. Lucifer grinned. “Oh really? Well you know what happened with his last two wives right?” She now understood what had Adam so on edge. Lucifer was trying to go three for three.

She didn’t dignify Lucifer with an answer, but that didn’t deter him. “What are you doing with a prick like Adam anyway? I’m sure he doesn’t treat you right. A woman as gorgeous as you is too good for a man like him.”

“Adam is a wonderful husband,” (Name) retorted.

“Oh sure. That’s why his first and second wife both came to me–” Adam slammed his fist down on the table. Lucifer smirked. “Calm down, Adam, I’m trying to have a conversation with your wife.” “No, you’re trying to steal her,” Adam spit.

Lucifer didn’t answer, turning back to (Name). He tried to take her hand again but she snatched it away. “Oh come on, beautiful,” Lucifer pouted.

“No, you know what?” (Name) was pissed. “How dare you, rub Adam’s previous wives in his face, and then to add insult to injury, try to woo his current wife right fucking in front of him. That’s low as fuck. Adam is the only man I want and need, he treats me better than you ever could, and he’s more than attractive. He’s stunning. And tall, short man. So piss the fuck right off and stop disrespecting my husband.”

(Name)’s “short” comment clearly pissed off Lucifer, who growled and turned on his heel, storming out of the room. Charlie and Vaggie watched on as Adam created a portal for himself and (Name). Neither spared the girls a glance as they went through.

Back in Heaven, Adam immediately pulled (Name) into an embrace, not caring who was around to watch. He hugged her tightly, and muttered, “Thank you.”

(Name) hugged him back, her heart aching. “Don’t thank me for doing what any good wife would do,” she told him, burying her face in his chest. Adam tightened his grip on her before abruptly taking flight, carrying (Name) back to their shared home.

Inside, Adam cuddled up to (Name) on the couch. “Can you take off your mask?” (Name) asked.

Adam hesitated. He felt most best with it on. Ever since Eve, his mask had been a source of comfort and confidence. He rarely took it off, only taking it off to sleep and only taking it off around (Name).

(Name) gently grabbed his face in both her hands. “Let me see my beautiful boy.”

Adam reluctantly lifted his mask, discarding it next to the couch. (Name) was on him in seconds, climbing into his lap and pressing her lips to his.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as they made out.

When they finally pulled apart, (Name) brushed his hair out of his eyes and stared into them intensely.

“Lucifer is nothing compared to you. He could never have me in a million years. You have me. I chose you. I choose you everyday. I love you so fucking much, Adam.”

Adam felt a lump in his throat but god damn him if he cried.

He pulled (Name) back into his chest, holding her as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you too,” he managed to say without his voice cracking.

“I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty #oneshot

[pray4byron]

hey! i love your stuff and think its pretty cool

just wondering if i could get a lucifer fic where the reader is like, adams sister? (lets ignore the lore for a sec) and shes like him but toned down a tad and less straight up bad. and they kinda date in heaven a bit before he falls and then shes sad and ends up falling aswell eventually and he gets all blushy flustered when he sees her again in charlies hotel and charlies just really confused

also maybe a quick flash to him mocking adam abt how he not only stole both his wives but also his sister

sorry if this is written badly i never send requests :>

this is actually rlly cute wtf

anyway, yes ofc i can write it for you, here you go!!

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Sexual References (No Smut)

“Mr. Took-Yo-Sis!”

Lucifer x Adam’s Sister!Reader

Lucifer had his fair share of significant others in his life, but there was only one that he truly loved, Y/N.

They had a relationship during his time in Heaven, which was eventually cut short as he fell not long after.

Y/N’s brother, Adam, didn’t like Lucifer, in the slightest. Lucifer had been with two of Adam’s wives, and he was not happy about that.

Unbeknownst to Lucifer, his beloved, had fallen not long after he did. But that was about to change.

Charlie, your first friend in Hell, was getting her rehabilitation hotel set up for her fathers arrival, various decor was hung, and (burnt) cookies were baked.

Charlie stood next to the door before taking a deep breath, “Okay everyone.” She said, getting ready to open the door, “It’s showtime!”

“Charlie!” A man’s voice says, you couldn’t see him, but his voice rings a bell.

“Hey da-” The blonde man runs up to his daughter, and squeezes her tightly, you finally got a good look at his face and… holy shit, it’s Lucifer.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you!” He exclaimed in a babyish tone, yep, Lucifer. “It’s uh, good to see you too, dad!”

Luci let’s go of his daughter after a moment, Charlie steps to the side, presenting to her father “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” She says, as confetti pops out of two of Pentious’ non working canons.

“Wait…” Lucifer murmurs, before his eyes widen.

“Y/N?!”

You grin, ‘Fuck yes, he remembers me!’ You think to yourself.

“Hi again, Luci.” You say, a wide smile present on your face, as you approach him.

You both smile at eachother, before some incoherent, awkward mumbles are exchanged, ‘Shit, I did not think this through.’ You thought. Then both just settle on giving eachother an awkward but friendly hug.

“Uh… Dad?” Charlie said, focusing both of your attentions to her, “You know eachother?”

“Oh, me and dear Y/N here go way back, we used to fling around if ya know what I mean!” Luci said, pointing finger guns at his daughter awkwardly, as she gave an awkward yet also disturbed smile, as your face flushes a bright red.

Vaggie steps forward. “Wait. Y/N? Like the Adam’s sister Y/N?” She asks, eyeing you in shock, “Heh. Yeah. A lot has happened since I fell.” You say bashfully.

Everyone kinda stares for a moment, sort of in shock, they had no idea you had a relationship, let alone you fell from Heaven, let alone you were Adam’s sister.

“So uh…” Lucifer starts awkwardly. “Who’s up for pancakes?”

Bonus Scene -

“So this is what you’ve been up to since Eden? Gotta say, you’ve let yourself go.” Lucifer jokes, as Adam attempted to toss him around. “You judging me? You’re the most hated being in all of creation!” Adam says, flying after him.

“Well you’re first wife didn’t seem to hate what I had to offer her.” He said, putting a ‘V’ to his lips with his fingers. “Or the second.” He spoke, continuing to fly. “Or Hell, even your sister!” He said laughing, thrusting his hips back and forth, referring to what they’ve done in bed. “Bicka-chow-cho!”

“I will fucking end you!” You heard your brother scream to your (ex)boyfriend.

#hazbin hotel #x reader #mio’s writing ! ☆ #fanfiction #x y/n #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #x you #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x you #lucifer magne #hazbin lucifer #lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar

[onesidedradiostatic]

PATHETIC SHOWDOWN 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

made a pathetic poll before, vox absolutely SWEPT against lucifer last time, pondered on it and thought hey out of all the people who could possibly evenly match up to vox in patheticness, ADAM might have a chance. SO

POINTS (feel free to come up with your own I am grasping at straws here):

Adam

FOR

got cucked by lucifer TWICE

what's more pathetic than getting left by your wife? getting left by BOTH your wives

an actual dudebro

dumb as bricks

just look at him

"HES UGLY" "PUT THE MASK BACK ON"

actually fucking dies

and not even by lucifer by fucking niffty

AGAINST

is actually a really powerful angel who could destroy alastor's shield with one punch and almost killed alastor

mentions that he does in fact fuck in episode 1

could possibly be argued to still have bitches with lute

Vox

some of these may just be copy and pasted from the last one. against will have new points to juxtapose adam though

if you've been around my space long enough you know these well

FOR

lost his own diss track against his rival

sings an entire number about not giving a fuck about his rival's return while being the only person TO give a fuck

tried to physically block a radio, an AUDIO output device as if it'd stop anything, failed at doing even that

his screen calls out the reason for his crashes and he seemingly can't control it

causes a city-wide blackout because his rival announced to everyone he rejected him

there is a non-zero possibility he was/is in love with said rival but said rival will never love him back

purposely avoided going to an overlords meeting and called his co-worker up at the very last minute to attend for him

the guy he appointed as a spy ended up being the very person to prove a sinner can be redeemed

coward who constantly hides behind screens

episode 8

AGAINST

he is capable in literally any context outside of alastor

debuts actually acting cunning

capable of coming up with something on the spot without hesitation (voxtek angelic security)

actually smart (able to interpret val's "put something inside them" comment as appointing a spy)

feared by his employees

well he didn't get left by anyone in an EXISTING relationship... he just got rejected in one that never started

he has bitches (yeah it's valentino but bitches are bitches okay!!)

is in fact not dead

#osrs.txt #sorry you can tell I pay more attention to vox's character #grasping at straws trying to put serious points for adam #adam firstman #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #vox hazbin #vox hazbin hotel #unsure whether to put ship tags on this but I think I'll leave it be for now #they're kinda only mentioned in passing so #just not sure how far a reach this will get cause adam is less popular than lucifer #hazbin hotel

[rius-cave]

Ok but imagine adamsapple in bed and Adam is like " why don't i top for once"

And Luci raises his eyebrows

Adam " I'm the original dick, i know how to use it!"

Luci " considering I've stolen both your wives, i severely doubt that" adam huffs. Luci sighs. " You've been bottoming for a while, would you trust YOURSELF yo top you?"

And Adam blue screens

( does this lead to angsty self introspection or to luci riding him? Who knows)

Anon I hate myself. Somehow my response to this turned into a full on drabble 🙈 I'm so sorry I don't know how this happened. Here it is I guess. I'm putting it under a cut because the language gets a little explicit skfjdgfd

"Come on. What? You think I really couldn't do it? Do you not want me to fuck you that badly?"

Lucifer glared at him in judging silence, an eyebrow raised.

"Would it really kill your ego to let me do it just once? I mean seriously I'm sure I could have you screaming in no time." Adam stated, anger obvious on his voice.

"Mm-hm," Lucifer hums, reclining his back on the headboard and closing his eyes. "You could."

"Oh please! You haven't even let me try! If you gave me the chance to- wait what did you say?" Adam's mouth gaped, his brain just now catching up with his ears.

"I said you could," the hellborn replied, a smug smile on his face. "We've been doing this for weeks now, haven't we? You think I've never wanted to feel your cock inside of me?"

Adam choked on his own saliva before sitting up on the bed, astonishment plastered across his face. It wasn't weird for Lucifer to talk directly like this, but hearing him just… admit that he wanted it was not something Adam ever expected to hear. To be frank he was half waiting for Lucifer to chuck him out to the next ring.

"Wait really?"

"Really," Lucifer affirmed without a tint of shame in his voice. "I may be more skilled than you," he began again, earning a brief glare from Adam. "But I could teach you how to do it, show you where I like it, actually top someone properly for once."

"I…" The sinner began, still not believing his hearing. Suddenly, a smile crept up his face, excitement pouring from his eyes as well as starting to fill up his cock. "Oh! Okay! Fuck yeah, let's go!" He cheered in anticipation, already lifting up the sheets from both his body and Lucifer before his wrist was firmly stopped.

"Uh, what?"

"Not now, you idiot. We just did it. I'm tired and we need to get to the hotel early tomorrow," Lucifer explained with a little sharpness in his voice.

"What? But I… we… you…" He fumbled, a rapid sequence of anger, frustration and disappointment flashing across his features.

"That's not fair! Come on, I…!" He couldn't come up with any good reason. They did have to meet up with Charlie tomorrow (or today, at this point), and they did go at it for about an hour and a half that night. He couldn't say that his own eyes weren't closing before the conversation started.

He growled in frustration like a kid having been promised a candy only for it to be snatched from his hands right as he was about to take a bite. His wings fell to his sides and his mouth closed in a tight line.

A chuckle caught his attention once more.

"Aww, don't be sad, love," the king cooed as he leaned forward, taking one of Adam's cheek in his hand. I promise the next opportunity we have, that'll be the first thing we do, okay?" His voice was soothing and alluring, calming down Adam's anger immediately.

"… Fine," Adam finally grumbled, a small blush creeping up his face at the intimate touch. Those kinds of gestures still threw him for a loop every time. He was used to bites, scratches and pulls from the King of Hell, but any time the demon showed his softer side to him, Adam couldn't help but feel his brain short circuit.

"That's a good little lamb," Lucifer grinned, before leaning in to capture Adam's lips in a soft kiss, meant to seal the promise that he just made.

The recently fallen angel melted into the kiss with a sigh, all his frustration completely gone now. It was still embarrassing how he would just turn to putty under Lucifer's touch. If his soldiers could see him now his reputation would never recover. But still, it felt good to let go of his control when it was Lucifer who slowly, methodically, stripped it away from him.

"Mhm, very well. Let's go to sleep now," Lucifer gently broke the kiss, holding Adam's cheek lightly and dedicating him a smile.

"Okay," Adam replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I'll make sure to prepare my little ass so well for your cock, so that you can slide in easily. I'll ride your dick so good and milk it so hard that you won't be able to feel it by the fifth time I make you cum inside of me."

Lucifer grinned innocently, patting Adam's cheek before finally laying down again and getting comfortable under the covers.

With each word Adam felt his insides get hotter and hotter, to the point that by the end of Lucifer's promise, there was no doubt that he was properly hard now.

A couple seconds later, he could hear the quiet snores coming from the demon next to him.

Adam growled loudly. The frustration was back a hundredfold.

#i have brainrot I'm so so so sorry #hazbin hotel #adamsapple #ask

[drawlody]

My list of Adam ships♡ n my opinion bout them (also fics rec :D)

Adam x Luicfer (Adamsapple/Duitarduck) 10/10

Need i say more:)))??!?! started out as a "haha funny slip-up ship" to "hey they got really good angst potential". The friends/lovers to enemies to lovers is STRONG with this one n i am eating up everything i could found on ao3. Smth bout this macho-ass man finally getting to stay back n not take charge for once feel nice, also princess Adam supermacy wooooo. Whoever came up with the ship name i applaud u cause that's like a 3 layers name(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It's not an Adamsapple fic without Adam having at least 1 mental breakdown n Lucifer have his guilt eating him alive:)))

Very fucked up torture but i swear it worth the pain:D The dove is so dead it start to rot so plz read the tags properly (plz check out the AngeliaDark other works too they got good shit)

This one have a splits so check out both the fics (beware the author have a skrewed sense of what is considered wholesome:))))

I didnt think a smut scene could be this sad

Adam x Lute (Guitarspear/Guardrock) 10/10

Litteraly my first Hazbin ship, assholes in love is an underrated dynamic we desperately need more off:))) That with a dash of evil dude x loyal subordinate (which i havent seen since the Deathglare days) n opposite attract (look they have one main thing in common is that their extreme bloodthirst, other than that she's stricter than ur mom n he's lazier than the Sloth ring itself but that the beauty of it no? He convince her to chill tf out n not to burst a blood vessel, she keep him on track n make sure Sera dont come on their asses)

They're just being silly enabling each other terrible behaviour n i love that for them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Litteral besties i tell ya

Heavy non-con shit involving Val but Lute will revenge our boi i promised u that

Cool idea n they r just made for each other damn

First hazbin fic i read which is a really cool smut:D

Adam x Micheal (we need a ship name people ) (update: it's Songbird/Guitarhero) 10/10

I like how we dont even got a proper comfirmation of Micheal design/personality yet the ship is here already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( im using the Nakariiale's design as a base here love their design)

Hit me with that rebound love x "u look like my ex so im using u as a replacement but ill fall for the real u eventually" x co-workers in heaven. I'm thinking smth along the line of "after Lucifer fucked off with Lilith, Micheal became Adam guardian angel n they just hang out" ya feel me here? (✿◕‿◕✿)

Shout out to Bloog_b for dragging me into this ship:DDD also im on the Adam x the archangels ship as a "gotcha" to Lucifer of sort. Like bitch u stole my wives imma steal your brotherS

Look it's Adamsapple endgame but trust me u will be feed well on this ( u know how good u gotta be for people to ditch the main ship?)

I'm giving yall 4 fics here cause i can only found 4 rn(._. )

this one is uhh non-con so beware

Micheal is indeed Adam guardian angel in this one:D

Adam x Eve (Flowertunes) 8/10

I dont care what yall said they love each other throughout Eden n Earth , might have a falling out in heaven but that doesnt change the fact that they were once IN LOVE. Honestly why cant we just have a couple that have the same bright-eyed innocence like one another.I refuse to believe Eve like willingly cheat on Adam with malicious intent n all, simply she was indeed ''tricked'' or just not fully understand the sistuation, n Adam love her way too much to think that she would do that to him like Lilith. Hell the dude was heartbroken after L left , starting the abandonment issues, so he would have cling to Eve, doing everything so that he aint alone again, even if that mean leaving Eden

Honestly it pisses me off that the Adam/Eve tag on ao3 most of the time is just 1 dialouge between them back when Eve bit the apple n thats it no elaboration on the couple whatsoever >:(((

Lots of switcharoos

sinner eve woooo

look its hard trynna find a fic focusing on them ok?

Adam x St. Peter (Guitargreeter (bet ya didnt see that coming:))) 7/10

Base on this fanfic alone Joe my dude u r on the path of becoming THE Adam crack-ship writer n i am here for this:)))) just so u wait this dude gonna whip out a AdamxNifty , AdamxHusk fic later on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

From within the fic itself the ship its 2 bros in love with homophobia standing in the way >:( also when did we have a name?!?!?!?

I just like Adam x anyone in heaven alright:D like bro famous n he got that ancient rizz, u telling mr he cant bag a hottie or 2-100+ hmm?

Adam x Alastor (Angelicradio) 8/10

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ABOUT THEM THAT I SHIP I JUST DO φ(゜▽゜*)♪ i blame YOU honestly rn this ship is either Adam found Al after the fight n they make a deal or they're in heaven n they chillin this ship is confusing:D

They're angels on heaven

Adam gone back into eden n do shit differently

This is both Adam/Eve n Adam/Alastor kinda

Adam x Alastor x Lucifer (Angelicradioapple/ Charlie's dads (only me call them that lol)) 9/10

''Hey Charlie u know how u r sad that your mother left? Wellllllll i got you 2 new dads suprise:DDDD''

Look 3 miserable men who hate each other + hell's greatest dad + my love for Dadam = Messy ass old men yaoi :DDDD n it work perfectly with Alastor Asexuality too!!! Like Adam n Lucifer could fuck each other brains out before Al joining in for the cuddles lol

Chaos ensue

Not exactly a love triangle but a love corner but hey we barely got food here :D

I cant believe how hot this shit is lol

Adam x Eve x Lilith x Lucifer (Eden poly/ applecore?) 8/10

They could have been all married to each other(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ But as much as i go "OooOooo Poly yay'' i just cant vibe with EvexLucifer, like the cheating vibes is wayyyyyyyyy too much i just cant man . I mean with the interpetation that Lucifer came to Eden to hang out with the humans they all know eachother, they're a throuple yes but BUT when Eve came into the picture it was only with Adam n him only so the other 2 is ehhhh. Im fine with EvexLilith cause im seeing it happening later, not hidden from Adam while LuciferxEve got that deception going on .So uhhh in this ship they're more like bestie than lovers to me¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also AdamxLilith is an underrated pairing like everytime i saw this applecore thing going on these 2 r at most tolerate each other like cmonnnnn we already twist this to hell n back, why cant we make it so their arguement was a petty non-malicious one n they still cares for each other hmm???

They're one happy family

IDK what to tell u bittersweet reunion n loving family is the only typa fic u get with this ship

Not that im complaining i need this wholesomeness

Adam x Mammon (Adammon/Madam/Greedyguitar/ 1st chirstmas.... hasnt had an offical name yet) 10/10

They r litteraly same person different font idk what to tell u. More insults thrown around than Guitarspear but they're pretty similar. Adam is just " sinners suck ass but this dude is the worst in the best way". Also they're both big bois (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ , they love towering over others

I'm sorry but there r barely BARELY

any fics of them :(

The art side is more plentiful tho :D

Adam x Angel Dust (Holydust/guitardust) 5/10

THEY ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOUR n that the exact reason why i cant see them be together as a couple 100%, like the shit-talking bff vibes r wayyyy too strong XD Angel finally got someone who have the same vulgar humour as him n if Adam got married in hell Angel would 100% be his best bitch of honour (≧∀≦)ゞq(≧▽≦q)

They're best friends who have casual no-string attached sex that is ACTUALLY no-string attached:)))

I came to ship them due to those "What if they're co-workers under Val' scenarios ive been seeing on Tumblr

I got like 1 fic on ao3 i mean if u r looking for just platonic friendship between them then rest asure most Adam's redemption fics have that

I got 1 fic on tumblr

Adam x Charlie (Charadam/Guitarprincess) 5/10

U know this ship give me a pretty bad first impression since a good chunk of the fics r either heavy non-con shit or lean wayyyyy to much into the daddy kink, ya know how Charlie got suppose daddy issues n all that jazz?:))) yeah that... that

But after seeing the art side of this ship im chillin with them now, since the art r pretty wholesome, usually having them decked out in punk-rock clothings hanging out. It's a big "Fuck you" to Lucifer n i live for these mf argueing ╰(*°▽°*)╯

So uhhh stay away from the fics if ya want an actual functional couple instead of wtv messed up shit we got there:))) But here's a fic anyway, the only one where it feel bearable n actual trynna go into said messed up relationship i already warn you

We got cracks like Guitarmaid (AdamxNifty), Valadam (AdamxVal) which i dont have enough materials to decied, Classicalrock (AdamxSera) sound interesting but also havent found anything , Guitarhalo (AdamxEmily) is an unexpected find, find i deem them to be more familial than romantic so we'll see if there's a fic good enough to convince me

Edit:i forgot to add Blitzo like Mammon already there why did i forgot

Adam x Blitzo (i dont think anyone even ship this but me:)) 7/10

I cant find a single fic where they has anything more than a 1 nightstand n 1 interaction where they hit it off , i live off imagination alone (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) but like fr fr they would match so well, like their bloodlust n general jerkiness would make them the 3rd asshole x asshole ship on this list :DDDD

Tho as much as i wanna see them go further i feel like an on-n-off relationship/friends with benefits fit em more ya know ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰) If ya have any fic but the 2 here that have them interact lemme know cause a bitch need food :)

This is a lot of tag(._. )

#adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #adamsapple #guitarduck #adam x lucifer #hazbin hotel lute #guitarspear #guardrock #micheal hazbin hotel #adam x lute #adam x michael #st peter hazbin hotel #guitargreeter #adam x eve #hazbin hotel eve #lilith morningstar #adam x eve x lucifer x lilith #adalilluceve #lucilith #adalith #angel dust #holydust #alastor #alastor x adam #angelicradio #angelicradioapple #adam x alastor x lucifer #Charadam #guitarprincess

[scekrex]

Hi, so this would start with Adam being a fallen angel or demon(up to you) and a months had pass and Adam is getting the hang of redemption, he's still a bitch though(a badass bitch tho). Lucifer and Adam had gotten closer like apologizing to each other like( Lucifer for stealing both of Adam's wives and Adam for trying kill Charlie and all that)So, Lucifer being Lucifer he falls, falls hard and fast, while Adam is being his sassy, bitchy, and oblivious self in the face of Lucifer's feelings. Adam also has feelings for Lucifer, but he's cautious not wanting to ruin what he has right now. So Adam and Lucifer hang out and some demon or even better(worse in my opinion) Valentino takes interest in Adam. Lucifer, self proclaimed, Big Boss of Hell, threatens Valentino, while being a possessive bastard in the process(I find that hot for some reason🤷🏽‍♀️). As Lucifer is threatening Valentino, he accidentally reveals his feelings toward Adam, and slipped up with calling Adam, Hell's Queen, most importantly Lucifer's Queen.

Nah but possessive men are fucking hot and I love them (key to my heard, I swear) also I wasn't feeling comfortable calling Adam the queen of hell, so I switched it up to king, hope that's fine!

Fallen

pairing: Adamsapple

warnings: language I guess, n Val makes an appearance so yeah

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam had fallen deep, deeper than he had ever imagined.

Not only had he been killed by the smallest one, no he had also been locked out of heaven for good. Heaven had closed its gates for him, that was what Lucifer had told him when the now newborn sinner had asked for a meeting with Sera. Lucifer had also said that they would not speak to Adam, nor would they discuss the option of his redemption in the future, according to them Adam had dug his own grave.

The only reason that there weren't sinners chasing the former angel through all seven circles of hell was Lucifer's daughter Charlie.

Once Adam had been reborn, he had found himself in front of the Hotel’s entrance. And to be honest? Living somewhere rent free without the fear of dying at any given time just because some fuck-ups wanted to see him dead sounded pretty good to Adam. He was often found around Lucifer, not because the brunette liked the devil, but because he was the most tolerable out of the group. Lucifer and Adam had been constantly picking fights, sometimes they even threw hands at each other and yet they continued to surround themselves with each other.

It had taken Adam a good while to come to terms with the fact that hell wasn't forever and that redemption might actually be a thing. So he started to change some things. Instead of calling Angel a ‘stupid whore' he actually used his name, he tried to act somewhat decent towards Vaggie, he even enjoyed Charlie's weird bonding exercises sometimes. Alastor was another deal though, the former angel never really let the radio demon live down the fact that Adam himself would've been able to very easily kill him. Niffty was someone Adam strategically dodged whenever he could, that quirky little beast scared him more than death itself did.

“Y’know,” Lucifer started the conversation, a bottle of cheap booze in his hand as he and Adam were hanging out at the bar in the hotel lobby. “I don’t think I ever apologized for stealing your wives - well ex wives,” the devil continued as he carefully watched Adam out of the corner of his eye. He had meant to get that off his chest for a while now. Adam blinked, once, twice, then he shrugged, “I mean, they probably would've fucking cheated on me with someone else sooner or later, I’m actually kinda glad it was so soon.” Lucifer simply hummed at that, knowing Adam was probably right. A sigh came from the brunette and the devil turned his head to face the former angel as he spoke, “I’m glad I didn't kill your little brat,” he nodded towards the girl, she was sitting on the couch with Angel, they were talking about only God knew what, “She’s pretty fucking hard core, takes that redemption shit serious ‘n’ is willing to risk a fucking lot for it, gotta respect that amount of determination.” That was probably the closest thing to an apology Lucifer would ever get from Adam, but that was okay. He took it, “Yeah, she surely knows what she wants,” the blonde agreed.

And so it continued to go, Adam's behavior towards the other residents and the so called staff increased a lot over time and the bond between him and Lucifer only grew. Hell be damned, they even managed to talk a little bit about how things were back in Eden, and shared their thoughts about certain decisions that were made back then. It was actually kinda nice for Adam to have someone he was able to talk about the time in Eden.

The king of hell and the first man also both seemed incredibly touch starved, as Angel had said it once. They were almost constantly touching each other, even if it was just a hand on the other man's shoulder during a conversion. Not that Adam would ever admit it out loud but they even shared a bed more than once, usually when Lucifer’s depression got so bad that insomnia started to haunt the devil. Lucifer had once explained that Adam just grounded him, that he was feeling safe around the reborn sinner and that it helped having him around when sleep wouldn't catch him.

None of them addressed the feelings they were oh so clearly both feeling properly though. The men were always tiptoeing around each other, giving the other hints that there were feelings involved, but neither of them said it how it was.

Adam wanted to talk, he wanted to tell Lucifer, the tiptoeing around each other was getting on his nerves and he wanted nothing more than to just grab Lucifer's hips and pull the smaller one in a bruising kiss, he wanted to hold him during nights, wanted to wake up next to him. Adam wanted Lucifer. But everything they had was fragile and how far was too far? Would Lucifer abandon him if the devil would know about his feelings? He surely would, at least that was what Adam told himself.

It had happened more than once that Lucifer had been flirting with him, not in a joking way friends sometimes did, but in a way that made Adam feel like what they had going on was too real, too much, too obvious. It wasn't though. So whenever Lucifer flirted with him, Adam made sure to have a bitchy reply on the tip of his tongue, ready to hit and possibly hurt Lucifer with it. And while hurting the devil wasn't his intention, it was his only protection from the feelings he was feeling.

So the tiptoeing continued.

Well, it did until Valentino busted through the hotel doors, he seemed furious and was obviously looking for Angel. All that Val found was Adam. Adam, who was sitting on the couch, his feet up and busy scrolling through his phone. “Can I help ya?” he asked, not really paying attention to who was standing in front of him as he gave Valentino a quick glance before his eyes were back on his phone screen.

“What do we have here?~” Val hummed, excited over his newest discovery, “That pretty body of yours could satisfy so many demons.~” Adam sighed and turned his phone off, that was the first proper look he gave Valentino. “Yeah, well, hate to break it to you, whore, I’m not fucking demons. Don't wanna catch a disease, these fuckers out there are nasty,” he mumbled the last part as disgust appeared in his eyes. Val chuckled at that, and walked over to Adam, grabbing his hand tighter than the former angel had expected him to. “The fuck,” the brunette yelped as he was pulled to his feet and pressed flush against Val, who toyed with Adam's hair.

Lucifer was there to interrupt them in an instant, he grabbed Adam's shoulder, firm but careful not to hurt him, and pulled the reborn sinner away from Valentino, only to put himself in-between them. “Don’t you dare to touch him with your dirty fucking hands, Valentino,” Lucifer growled, which resulted in Val taking two steps backwards, he lifted his hands in defense as the grin vanished from his face. “Hey Lucifer, didn't know you're in town,” the moth demon tried to play the situation down, needless to say that he was unsuccessful. “Don’t fucking act like you didn't do shit, he,” Lucifer pointed to Adam, who was a little confused but definitely interested in how this would play out, ”is off limits for your shady shit.”

Val crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow, “Why? Is he your personal bitch? Hey, I totally respect that the king of hell doesn't want to share his toy with the public.” That's when Adam raised his voice against the demon, “Fuck you, I'm not his fucking toy!” That caused Val to chuckle again.

The moth demon took a drag from his cig and exhaled the smoke in Lucifer’s face as he bowed down a little to be on eye level with the devil, “Listen Lucifer, we both know that if I want something, I'll get it eventually and your personal toy is no exception.”

And that made Lucifer snap.

His eyes turned red as he made himself taller, just enough to be slightly taller than Valentino himself. The horns that grew on his head only made him appear even taller and his tail was flickering in annoyance. “No Val, you will listen. He's not my toy, but he's not gonna be one of your sluts either. He’s mine,” the devil growled in a deep voice, “Not my toy, but hell's king, my king. And you better show him some fucking respect.”

Adam could only stare at what was happening, he wasn't able to say something, too overwhelmed by the feelings that were rushing through his body and the words Lucifer had just said.

“Now get the fuck out,” the devil yelled, pointing towards the door. “And if you ever take another step inside this building, then you should better start praying because I won't be as nice a second time.”

Valentino was quick to hurry out of the building, he was a man with pride, yes, but he also knew that fighting with the devil was a stupid idea.

Once the door fell shut behind the moth demon, Lucifer shrinked back to his normal height again, the horns and his tail disappeared and his eyes switched back to their original color. Adam came up beside him, the taller man rested his arm on Lucifer's head, grinning at the devil, “So I’m not only yours but also king of hell? Fuck, shawty, why didn't you tell me ‘bout that?” Lucifer flushed at Adam's comment and couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped him.

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Idk if you're up for writing angsty shit with the prompts, but I got some for you ✨

“I fucking hate you.” “No you don’t. Take that back right now.”

“I want to believe you, but I don’t know if I can.”

“Fuck, you’re such a wreck, and because of me, too.”

“Who’s laughing now?” “…Clearly not you. You’re crying, dear God.”

My thoughts/ideas: Adam was deeply hurt by both his wives (who were made for him) cheating on him with Lucifer, and is scared of being close to people in fear of being left behind again. Luci jokingly saying he hates him after they've been dating for a while (weeks? months? up to you) sets him off really bad, and makes him scared Luci doesn't actually care about him.

You're free to leave out any of the prompts if there's too many, or add more if you want to, I'm just curious to see what you make of this and always love to get some more angsty feels :D

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Gotta make that babies suffer lol

"I fucking hate you." It was meant to be a joke, Lucifer thought his tone of voice even conveyed that when he spoke the words. Though, when he turned to look at Adam, his face dropped when he saw the very real hurt on his boyfriends face.

Adam's chest felt tight, like he couldn't breathe. He hated him? They've been dating for six months now and the devil didn't even like him, was he just wasting his time? "No you don't, take it back right now." He voice wobbled and he cursed himself, fuck it shouldn't hurt this bad but it felt like he was just gutted by a few mere words. "I thought, I thought you loved me. Or were those more lies!" Adam didn't have to put up with this.

"I do-, Adam! Adam, come on come back." Lucifer chased after his boyfriend as he stormed away from him. He didn't miss the water that lined those golden eyes. "I'm sorry! It was just a joke. I do love you! Duckie, please."

"Don't you duckie me, asshole!" Adam just had to make it to his room and lock the fucking door. He should have known he was only being used, that he was nothing more than a plaything for the king to throw away when he got bored. A tear fell from his eye and he roughly got rid of it. Fuck, he didn't want to cry. "I should have known you're just a fucking liar!"

Everyone leaves, no one has ever wanted him. He might have said that Lucifer was the most hated being in all of creation, but clearly it was him. All people do is leave and hurt him. How could he have been so fucking stupid to think that maybe, MAYBE, he found a slice of happiness with the devil here in Hell.

Adam grunted as he was pushed into the wall, Lucifer holding him in place by his arms. "I'm not lying! Adam, I do love you I always fucking have."

He's lying, his mind screamed and Adam felt his damn lip quiver. He only wants to fuck you to check it off his list, he knew you'd be easy enough to sway. Then there was the smaller part of him that was whispering under everything. Luci saved your life, of course he loves you.

"I want to believe you, but I don't know if I can." Adam felt so conflicted, after everything they had been through they had managed to hold onto the positives and give dating a shot.

"I shouldn't have said that. I'm eternally sorry. You know I would never leave you right? You're too important to me." Lucifer confessed, he could see the war raging in those beautiful golden eyes. How could he have fucked this up so bad, everything was going great until he said that. He knew Adam had abandonment issues since Eden, hell he's the one that fucking gave them to him!

Adam couldn't stop the onslaught of tears that broke free and rolled down his face. No wonder he hates you, who would want a sniveling little bitch like you? Not a king that's for fucking sure. "Important? Like I've ever meant anything to you!" Adam sobbed his throat closing with emotion. Fuck, he shouldn't be crying!

"You mean everything to me!" Lucifer cupped his face. "Fuck you're such a wreck and because of me too. I'm so sorry."

"Ha! Jokes on you, I was a wreck before all of this! Who's laughing now?"

"Clearly not you, you're crying. Dear god, what have I done?" Lucifer said that last part more to himself. He pulled Adam down into a bruising kiss, he wanted to convey all of his emotions for the sinner in a single kiss.

Adam gasped, he felt his tongue enter his mouth, a hand in his hair keeping him in place. Against his better judgement, Adam melted into the kiss returning it, his hands gripping the king's shoulders. His heart fluttered when he felt himself get picked up, his legs instantly wrapped around his boyfriends waist.

The cruel voice in his head died away.

When the kiss ended, Adam was panting as he looked into those red and yellow eyes glowing bright, boring into his own. Fuck he loved him. The devil was going to be the untilmate death of him, to shatter his heart and put it back together again over and over.

And Adam would let him. Like an idiot.

"I love you so much, Adam. Let me make it up to you." Lucifer never wanted to hurt him. He would fight all of Heaven and Hell if it meant they could be together.

Another tear fell. "How?" Another kiss pressed to his lips, more after that. The king was a drug Adam didn't want to quit.

"How about we go see that movie you wanted? And then, we can get dinner at that new meat place across town. We could even go to the mall and I could get you that guitar you've had your eyes on. Maybe do more shopping after? Anything you want, darling." He placed another kiss on Adams lips and smiled when he got one back. "I never want you to doubt my love for you again. I love you, duckie."

Adam smiled, his heart was doing flips and his stomach full of butterflies. "I love you too, Luci."

"What do you say? Does that sound good, would you like to do that?"

How could Adam turn it down? "Okay."

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hi! could you do some hcs about hopper and his gf going to a fancy event and him being all handsy?

I’m so sorry this has taken so long!! Thank you so much for requesting this, I hope you’re doing okay!

NSFW below the cut!

Hopper hates going out.

Actually, hate is a strong word.

He hates going somewhere he doesn’t know. He doesn’t like going out. If he could, he’d hole up in his trailer until the end of time with beer, his record player, crime novels and a TV.

That was before he met you. When he did... well, he kind of started to like going out, as long as it was with you. In your first few months of dating, you went to the cinema, to restaurants, to shops, to his favourite bar, over to his colleagues’ houses for BBQs and dinners and he found that maybe, slightly, a little bit, sometimes, he enjoyed himself. As long as you were back at his or yours by midnight.

‘oKaY CiNdErElLa’ you are oft to say as he pulls his jacket on and eyes up the door.

The Hawkins City Hall Gala is an event that happens every year, once a year to celebrate the bravest and best of Hawkins, with some citizens invited who are honoured, and officials and those from the police, hospital and fire department also in attendance. It sounds fancy? It isn’t. As much as Mayor Kline likes to put on a show, get all those invited dressed up to the nines and free champagne going, it’s just an adult version of a school awards assembly.

Hopper has to go. Has to. When he once tried to decline, Kline sent a huge gift basket to his trailer and to the Station every day until he called and said ‘ACTUALLY YES I WILL COME’.

Usually he goes with his work buddies and they bring their wives or girlfriends and they’ll hang around in a corner drinking and eating until the awards ceremony starts and then they’ll all sit together at the back bored out of their minds.

You’ve been dating for nearly six months when it comes round to it, and he invites you, in the way that Hopper would invite.

‘It’s just a shitty little ego parade thing for Kline, some people are good there, they deserve the awards sometimes, but more often than not it’s just some kids and old people gettin’ ‘em for living a long time or doing the most paper rounds or some shit like that, but the food’s good and the drinks are free ‘cause Kline wants everyone to have a good time and it finishes at about 11 and then there’s the after-party which is usually shitty, too, so we can just come home or go to a bar with the guys and their girls or just come home, I don’t mind.’

‘... So do you want me to come.’

‘Yeah. If you’re not busy or have anything better to do ‘cause really it is so shitty─’

‘I’ll come.’

‘You sure? It’s really shitty, it’s just the worst─’

‘Stop, I’m coming.’ you will be

On the night, you’ll be dressed up to the nines like everyone else, wearing your favourite outfit, which also happens to be Hop’s favourite outfit on you, but he likes anything on you so it doesn’t exactly count, and he’s in a suit, one hand in his pocket, the other holding yours.

After being greeted by Kline and his wife on the steps, the Mayor’s constant grin verging on maniacal, Hop’ll make a beeline for the nearest drinks and you’ll just have caught up with him when he’s heading to a corner, his colleagues already there with their partners. They’ll have hoarded some food and beer and champagne bottles already and you’ll resign yourself to the not so terrible idea of just hanging out here all night.

Hop’s hand will settle on your lower back and a conversation with start up about the food or the drink or Kline, in hushed tones, and that’ll be it.

Except you start to feel Hopper’s hand drifting down a little.

And then a lot.

Your back is to the wall, so no one can see, but you’re very much hoping no one notices your slightly widening eyes, your lips parting then quickly closing, and the hitching in your breath.

Hopper, on the other hand, is cool as a cucumber, nodding and carrying out a conversation with Powell without missing a beat. His hand is now fully cupping your ass, fingers splaying and gently caressing. You have to fight very hard to stop your back from arching.

You bastard...

What is it about him and his touch that has you turned on in seconds?

His fingers drift lower, sliding in until they’re near your covered pussy, and damn him...

Your attention is drawn away, momentarily, by someone standing at the other end of the room calling for everyone’s attention. As the preliminary speeches start, your little group quietens, but Hopper’s hand doesn’t move.

It slides even closer, his fingers caressing in slow, light circles.

You have to fight so hard to keep your breathing even, your hands clasped tightly in front of you.

Hopper shifts his stance slightly, his head leaning down, and he murmurs into your ear so only you can hear;

‘I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you.’

Oh, fuck.

Clearing your throat, you smile politely at your group and excuse yourself quietly, saying you need to use the restroom. Hopper’s hand slides off your ass, but not before his fingers give a slight squeeze.

Message received.

You have to ask one of the staff where the restroom even is, hoping your slightly flushed and faintly jittery attitude will just be interpreted as confusion and a desperate need to go.

She points towards a grand staircase and tells you to go right before it. You do, your heart pounding with anticipation.

God, this place is fancy.

Hopper mutters all the time about how Kline has poured the majority of the town’s money into this place, and, hell, next time he mutters you’re going to join him.

There are three doors, all having a gold ‘W/C’ on them. You open the furthest one at the end of the corridor and step in, quickly closing the door behind you and leaving it unlocked before you survey the room. It’s very fancy.

Gold everywhere. Gold everything.

You pull a slight face at trying to take it all in, the slightly dim lighting shining off of it all.

Then, the door opens behind you.

Turning, you watch Hopper step in, your breath catching in your throat. His eyes are on you, darker, focused. Closing the door, he doesn’t even blink as he locks it.

‘Are you?’ he asks in a low, gravelled tone.

Your three seconds of silence are just to tease him.

‘Yes.’

He closes the distance between you in two seconds.

Hands cupping your face, he captures your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss, long fingers spreading across the sides of your neck. You return it instantly, hands gripping at the back of his suit jacket to both steady yourself and keep him against you.

He’ll take you hard against the counter, your hands having to grip the sink as he thrusts into you from behind, hands tight on your hips.

‘Look at me...’ he’ll growl, and you’ll lift your gaze, meeting his in the reflection of the gilded mirror as moans tumble from your lips. ‘... Yeah... Look at me while I fuck you, sweetheart... while my cock’s deep inside you... I want you to look at me while I feel you cum...’

No one will notice that it takes you both ten minutes to return, and that you’re still trying to catch your breath, and his shirt is rumpled, tie now knotted too tightly.

It’ll only take a few moments for his hand to return to your ass, and a smile will pull at your lips, his last words to you lingering in your mind.

‘Oh, you just wait until we’re home, sweetheart...’

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@silvcrreaper​ said: 🍑 / 🌹 / 🌈 / 😝 / 🌸 / 💋 ( For both Vaggie and Claudia / this way you don't have JUST Lust to answer for haha )

// VARIATION. 👀 THANKS TICKEROO.

Sexy Headcanon Meme [ don’t open, lewdity inside ]

🍑 - Top/Bottom. Do they have a preference?

Claudia: She loves the top view and feeling her lover at this angle. The sight of her hands pressed into their chests to keep them pinned, or running up the sides of their necks to touch their faces and push their hair back so she can see them clearly, to have their eyes on her and only her -- she loves it, especially when she’s driving them wild with pleasure and their expressions are contorting. The grit of their teeth, the tears at the corners of their eyes, the helplessness as their heads roll back and chests rise, the sight of their throats sucking in air. Watch them touch the back of her hands to cling to or to kiss and suckle on. Arousing. 

Although due to her fluctuating energy levels(anemia, oof, she hates it), she’ll have her days where she can’t top if she tried and will prefer to be on the bottom, unless her lover is really wanting to be dominated. But! There’s advantages to being on the bottom; she gets to enjoy her lover from a whole new angle and drink that in, and curl her arms around their neck when they come to loom over her. 

Vaggie: She loves the bottom view, loves to drink in the sight of her woman and the rest of her body at this level. The sight of her lady’s stomach, the power of her thighs and the power of her calves (as scissoring is the preferred form of intimacy - strap-ons are fine, but she prefers.. yeah 👀), the sight of their lovemaking being so much clearer at this angle (in her opinion seeing it from that angle is a lot easier!).. The sight of her lover’s stomach, her breasts moving and rolling, then her expression. She loves the bottom view and will fight for it LOL.

🌹 - Dom/Sub. Do they have a preference?

Vaggie: In life, it depended on what her client wanted; she paid for her services, she ran the show! In death, everything went into Vaggie’s court, and that court was empty for quite some time until Charlie showed up and decided to play ball. Vaggie’s a Switch with a Sub preference, because she will get very strong urges to be in-charge and totally rock her lover’s world for a very long time (Charlie’s a lucky girl). But the Call of the Submissive is very strong too, especially since Charlie usually has the natural Dominant glow to her. Their natures come together and fit perfectly, until both want to be in control, then it’s just.. 

Well. It usually sorts itself out, if not through wild interactions and one eventually winning out because she did the right thing that earns the other being bottom’d. //laughs

Claudia: The woman’s a natural Dom for sure, it practically radiates off her - even in non-sexual situations such as meetings or confrontations. Her presence can be very commanding for submission and that often wins out. Being in control of everything and in control of her lover’s pleasure & experience is how she likes it! But the good thing about her is she does like the Switch option as well, especially with the aforementioned energy levels where she just goes, “fuck it - I’m yours, take care of me”. If she has a lover who loves to Dom, this is their chance to really enjoy her being submissive and indulge in that .. although, she’s still very minx-y and playful. Feisty sub.

🌈 - Sexual fantasies?

Claudia: Claudia’s got a risk fetish, so it’s not unusual for her to have fantasies of being daring in public. She’s fantasized about being taken while attending the theatre, sitting in one of the highest seats of the house (as nobles receive) and being secretly made love to, with hands, toys or direct. It’s not just a one-way street either, she’ll always be giving it back to her lover and feeling them up the same way while they do their best to appear innocent to the world around them and the performers on stage. Or if things just get too intense, leaving the booth to just rail in the hallway immediately outside of it. How quiet she can keep herself really comes into play here. It’s a fantasy that really gets her hot under the corset. 

Vaggie: THIS ONE IS NEEEEEVER LEAVING HER LIPS UNLESS SHE GETS SLOOOOPPPY DRUNK. Magne Castle, the throne room. During one of their stays so Charlie can reconnect with her parents, Lilith & Lucifer leave the castle in Charlie’s hands for a little while due to the emergency of needing to travel to the other Rings of Hell for Crown-business. It’s an exercise of Charlie’s monarch abilities to see how she can rule on her own, so for the time being, Charlie is the Queen of Hell and in total command. And they have the entire castle in their hands.

It’s a different fantasy because one is the daydream of Charlie getting to really strut her stuff and shock everyone who ever doubted her into silence with the fact she can be a mighty Sovereign, but it’s also a fantasy because Vaggie really wants her Queen to absolutely ravage her on the thrones. Shred her dress, pin her down, just totally dominate the moth demon while wearing her crown and being completely & beautifully merciless. 

😝 - Are they loud/vocal, or do they stay quiet?

Vaggie: She’s very quiet, to be truth. She moans very softly and she groans, but she never quite screams or howls in pleasure unless the G-spot gets hit or she is getting hit by intense waves that are just numbing her mind and putting her body at such a high sensitive state --- which can be done, and has been done thanks to both Charlie&Her’s stamina being very high and going for h o u r s. She definitely doesn’t heed, “be louder for me~” commands and will usually bite when those are delivered. Her low noises are very... lovely, to listen to though, so her lover could be satisfied with her noise level alone just by that. 

Claudia: She is a very vocal lover! Why hide her noises, why quiet herself? Her lover’s come (pun not intended) this far to be intimate with her, so why would she cut them out of the one-of-a-kind Countess experience of letting them hear the noises no one else could cause? But she does use this to her advantage, too. If her lover enjoys a noisy lover, she holds her noises hostage when she’s on bottom / letting them take the reigns. She’s very capable of keeping herself quiet and making them work to earn her voice outside of soft huffs and quiet panting. Even when she’s on bottom she’s still messing with ‘em!

🌸 - Do they have an aftercare routine?

Claudia: Affection, immediately. When they both finish, she’s immediately on her lover kissing at their cheeks, their neck, their faces and giving them sweet, short, passionate kisses on the lips, running her hands through their hair and stroking their body. For a while it’s just a bunch of affection, tons of cuddling, tons of snuggling and kissing and loving coos & purrs, limbs wound around the other. If her lover becomes restless, she has a bath prepared for the both of them to just soak in for a little while and resume cuddling while cleaning the other. 

Vaggie: Kissing her woman’s wrists when she frees her from any binds she had used, leading those kisses down her arms to her face and kissing her slowly. It immediately leads into a very gentle makeout session, nice and slow, relaxed and leisurely. After that, Vaggie insists on getting them something to drink and re-hydrate, especially if they’ve been at this for a while. She’s fussy, likes to make sure her lover is taken care of and feeling good, feeling comfortable. She usually gets yanked back down into bed because she finds it hard to stay still after the fact. 

💋 - Do they prefer casual sex or relationship sex?

Vaggie: Before Charlie, it was casual sex left and right with clients (female only). While in life she was no stranger to making wives leave their husbands because they simply did not live up to the standards Vaggie raised in terms of the bedroom, but true intimacy was something she was too nervous to tread into. She’s was a prostitute, she knows there is no true love here; it’s all purely for the other’s physical satisfaction - it’s foolish to view it as some chance for a scandalous whirlwind romance (although many do, and Vaggie rolled her eyes at them). That kind of stuff is for when she’s not on the job, where she engaged in even more casual sex left and right! Although “romance” and “dating” was never part of the deal. 

It didn’t matter if the girl she was seeing had a boyfriend or a husband, everything was fair game when mutual interest was involved. As you can imagine, drama was igniting left & right whenever her partner’s other half found out what was happening, and Vaggie was no stranger to getting physical when he’d start barking. She.. was the end for a lot of relationships, but she viewed them as relationships that wouldn’t last anyhow, especially if the woman involved was so tired of it she started branching into infidelity. 

After dying though, Vaggie’s sex drive completely shot down out of fear for where she was. Her deep indulges in Lust got her into this place and she sure as.. well, Hell, wasn’t going to go around fornicating with Devil women and Succubi. Her interest in casual sex completely shriveled up and she kept to herself.. until Charlie. When she began to fall for Charlie, she felt her sex drive reviving as the attraction grew stronger. I headcanon they engaged in a lot of friends-with-benefitting before they got together, and Charlie was the only one Vaggie ever indulged in that sort of relationship with. 

Claudia: Relationship sex, for sure. While she will indulge in casual sex if she’s interested in someone, that alone will be quite rare! Especially when she’s so highly aware of how careful she needs to be given she’s playing in the world of nobles & vipers. Got to be careful who she plays with, you know? Only keep it to those she trusts not to use their intimacy as a tool of blackmail or some sort of political advantage (i.e: force an arranged marriage after the fact, which I suppose also counts as a form of blackmail in some cases). 

Relationship sex, on the other hand, is something she doesn’t have to worry about when it comes to that whole mess! It has a lot more meaning to it, too; it intensifies the experience to know that the person she’s making love to belongs to her and her alone, and this is a person she trusts with her entire heart. They’re not going to try anything untoward, or use her for their own gain. That’s far more satisfying than anything else.

#silvcrreaper #🗡️ [ VAGGIE; HC. ] ━ 『 la llama de mis pensamientos. 』 #♈ [ CLAUDIA; HEADCANON. ] ━ 『 the wolf of winchester. 』 #♈ [ BLOG; ASK. ] ━ 『 letters to hollywood. 』 #mature // #(( NIIIIIICE CHOICES. Thank you!!! )) #long post #(( just in case tumblr is dumb ))

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The Contest-Part 36

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along. Much to your surprise, you land the role and your life changes forever when you fall in love with one of the show’s leads, Jared Padalecki

A/N:  I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! : *Note: My vision for the show is different from what has actually happened, and some characters and plotlines may differ.

Part 1                   My Masterlist

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins,  Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Gemini’s POV

My head popped up from the table, startling Sam and Dean, who were quietly eating their breakfast so as not to wake me. “Pancakes?” I said groggily as I sat up quickly. “Why do I smell pancakes?”

“Hey sleepyhead,” Sam said with a smile. “You must be beat, Gem. You fell asleep right at the table!”

Dean pushed a foil-wrapped plate in my direction. “Saved you some.”

I shook my head to clear it. “No guys, listen! My BFF Kelly Kline paid me another visit in my dreams. She told me where Jack is!” I pushed away from the table and stood up. Sam opened his mouth to say something, but I waved a hand at him.

“And before you say anything, I HAVE to go. Jack will only come to me. Don’t ask me why, but Kelly said it had to be me. So I am going! Get Cas, get Mary, but I am going and you can’t stop me.” I was starting to get really worked up.

Sam held out a placating hand. “If Kelly says it has to be you, then it has to be you. I don’t like it but I won’t stop you. I just want you and the baby to be safe.”

I jumped out of my seat and grabbed a piece of scrap paper and I pet from the junk drawer. I quickly scrawled down an address and handed it to Sam, “This is where Kelly says Jack is.”

Readers POV

When  I entered Jared’s trailer, he was face-timing the kids. The turned when I entered.  “Perfect timing, babe. They were just asking for you.”

I looked over Jared’s shoulder at the screen. “Hey, Sheppy! How’s it goin’ bud?”

Shep proceeded to laugh into a long story about some cool bug he had found before Tom apparently had enough of waiting and pushed him out of the way. “Lemme talk!” he demanded.

“Hi, Tom-Tom! I promise I will talk to everyone. How’s school?”

Tom’s face filled the small screen. “I can add now!” he said proudly

I grinned at him. Damn Jared’s kids were adorable.”Good for you! Keep up the good work. Where’s Odette?”

“She’s nappin”.  But Mamma wants to talk to you. Bye Daddy, bye, Y/N.” Without another word, Tom zoomed off, and the screen was blank.  The Gen appeared, looking like she had everything under control, as usual.

I don’t know how the woman did it. Yeah, she had help, but she had two very high energy boys, a girl that was into everything and still managed to find time to run a blog. “Hey Y/N! How is your mom? We missed you at the wedding,” Gen said with a smile.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. She’s much better, thanks for asking.” I replied

Jared cleared his throat. “Uh, Gen, we have something to tell you, well two things actually. I asked Y/N to marry me, and she’s pregnant.”

I leaned over his shoulder, “just to clarify, he asked me to marry him before I told him I was pregnant.” I said with a smirk.

“Oh my god! That’s wonderful news! I am so happy for you two! I can’t wait to tell David! When’s the wedding going to be?” she asked curiously.

Jared and I looked at each other. “We haven’t really talked about that yet.”

Gemini’s POV

Sam looked up from the paper I had handed him.”Jack’s in Biloxi, Missippi?”

“That’s what Kelly said,” I told him as he grabbed his laptop and entered the address into a site to get a satellite view. He turned the computer towards us.

Dean peered down at the screen. “It looks like a farm in the middle of nowhere.”

“I’m sure it will be crawling with demons,” Cas commented as he stared at the screen.

“Lucifer wouldn’t have it any other way. He knows we are going to take another crack at him, he’s just biding his time.” Sam said as he glanced at me with worry in his eyes.

“Gabriel was the only thing that kept us from getting our asses handed to us last time we tried to take on Lucifer! What’s gonna be different this time?” Dean demanded.  “If anyone has an idea I’d like to hear it.”

“Rowena,” I whispered.  “She hates Lucifer. He destroyed her body. He’s the reason she transferred her soul into me. Maybe we can strike a deal with her. Give her something she wants in exchange for her helping us.”

“I don’t trust her,” Dean snapped. “She always finds a way to screw us.”

“Do you have a better idea?” I said impatiently.

Dean looked over at Sam and they had one of those silent conversations that drove me nuts. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, would it kill you two to talk out loud lie normal people once in a while?”

Sam smiled sheepishly at me. “Sorry. Dean thinks we should call Crowley. He hates Lucifer with a passion. We can probably get him to help us. But I know how you feel about him.”

“Desperate times, Sam,” I said with a sigh. “He’s not my favorite person, but whatever we have to do to get to Jack and make it out alive, then I say we do it.”

“Fine then. You do your dream talking thing and see if Rowena will bite, and I’ll reach out to Crowley.” Dean decided.

“"What makes you think Crawley will listen to you?” I said with a smirk.

“Crowley and Dean were very close at one time. I think Dean will be able to get him to agree.,” Cas told me, and I looked at Dean with surprise.

“You and Crowley were close? Why on earth would you and the king of hell be BFFs?”

“Back when Dean was a demon, they were very close,” Cas said matter-of-factly.

“You were a damn demon? Seriously? Is there anything you two haven’t done?” I muttered with a shake of my head.

Dean glared at Cas. Thanks a lot, bigmouth!”

Cas looked completely confused as to why Dean was annoyed. “But you WERE a demon,” he repeated as if this explained everything.

I smiled at Cas. “Just ignore him. He’s just mad because he didn’t want me to know. If he can use his past with Crowley to get him to help us, then great!”

“So what kind of deal can you make with Rowena?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know. But she hates Lucifer enough that maybe she’ll help us just to see him suffer.,” I said hopefully.

Reader’s POV

Now that I was pregnant, the long days of filming were starting to take a toll on me.  When I was not needed for a scene, I could usually be found napping in Jared’s trailer. When I was late to shoot a scene because I fell asleep, the immature assholes I work with made sure to tease me about it.

“It’s about time, Sleeping Beauty. We have work to do.” Jensen said with a smirk.

“It can’t be easy carrying Gigantor junior in there. It must be sucking the life from you like a parasite,” Misha interjected.

“Guys…” Jared said warningly.

“For your information, children, you get to have all the fun, but we women are the ones who do the heavy lifting. So until you are ready to carry a baby, shut the fuck up!” you practically snarled.

Jensen and Misha held their hands up in mock surrender.  “We were just messing with ya, Y/N,” Jensen said consolingly.

“Well knock it off, or I’ll rat you out to both your wives.”

Misha’s eyes widened, “you wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me!” you said with a grin.

Gemini’s POV

I struggled that night to fall asleep. I didn’t like sharing my head with Rowena.  Every time she hijacked my body and I lost chunks of time, I resented her for it.  But eventually, exhaustion won out and I drifted off to sleep.

Just like before I was back in the dark, cave-like space, and I could barely make out Rowena’s figure in the shadows. “Hello, Rowena,” I whispered, not sure who else was listening.

“So, here for my help, are you?” she said with a cold smile.

“How do you.....I began, but she cut me off.

“I am always in the background listening, dearie. So if you want to count on my help to fight Lucifer and fetch his wee son, it’s going to cost you.”

“Cost me what?” I demanded impatiently. “Name your terms!”

“Normally I have healing spells in place so I can’t be killed, but after the last time, I took precautions. That is why I transferred my soul into you. Lucifer destroyed my body so thoroughly there was no way I could come back from it this time.”

“Tell me something I don’t know!” I snapped in annoyance.

“What’s left of me is sitting in an evidence box in a forensic lab in Chicago. An unsolved murder no one cares about.” I could tell Rowena was furious just by her tone of voice.

“What can I do?”

I need you to get one of my bones, there is a spell in the black grimoire that I can use to regenerate my body.  That is my price for helping you.”

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Sawney - Part 39

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Warnings: Smuttt and some language.

No treaty ended the war. No negotiations. The bloodshed came to a standstill, and even Desa wasn’t sure whether or not Rick and his people had it out for them. At this point, it was the least of her concerns — her own deteriorating mental health deserve more attention.

At least I’m self aware.

Drake and Regina would get no graves. Simon’s body had been burned. All three losses felt like a dagger through her heart, the wound deep and spewing. She masked her pain with a stone-cold visage.

“You’re still my right hand,” Negan murmured, kissing Desa on the cheek as they basked in the afterglow of lovemaking. “Now, more than fucking ever.”

Desa sighed, lips brushing against his temple as she rolled atop him, fingers dipping down to grasp his hardened cock. His breath was warm against her skin, hitching when she swept her thumb over the tip. Letting out a grunt, Negan sat up and flipped Desa so she lay, settled, on her back beneath him.

“Yes,” Desa hissed. She hooked her legs around his hips as he pushed in, slowly. He was watching each and every muscle in her face twitch, his lips responding to her lust-blown expression with a small smile, before latching onto her neck. The faster he thrust, the louder Desa became, until she was begging, senses overwhelmed by his mouth and his fingers and his cock-

Negan could barely form words, mouth open as he rolled his hips, slowing his movements when Desa clenched around him. In a low voice, he murmured, “That’s it. That’s fucking it. Come on, let the fuck go for me. Let go for me.”

It was more of a demand than a request. Desa obeyed, soaking his dick in her release before falling limp, tugging him against his as he, too, came with a groan of pleasure and contentment. Desa clawed at his back, desperately needing to just feel his skin beneath her fingers as stars danced behind her closed eyelids. The thought of letting him go was unbearable at this point. 

Negan rolled to his side, still keeping Desa in a vice grip. It was as if he were afraid to release her.

“I’m not going anywhere. Stay for a minute,” Desa chuckled, lightly running her knuckles across his cheek. “I know you have redirect duty later today.”

“Shit. Yeah,” Negan rubbed his eyes. “Usually Simon would be on it, but...”

Desa winced, but nodded in understanding. “I see.”

“We lost some good soldiers,” Negan murmured. “Hopefully we’ll be able to sort all this shit out. Get shit back to the way it was...maybe. I’m not fucking sure anymore. I’m not sure about anything anymore.”

“I don’t think that anybody does. I sure as hell don’t,” Desa sighed. “Maybe ignorance is bliss. Maybe that’s really true.”

“We’re fucked, if that’s the case,” Negan leaned over and kissed her, before rolling out of bed. Desa took the time to admire his very fine, very bare backside as he searched for his clothes while she remained under the covers, comfortable as can be. 

She noticed him staring rather long at Lucille, brows furrowed. Desa hummed, reaching for him. She said, “One day, you’re going to get rid of that bat.”

Negan froze. His eyebrows rose, his face contorting — though not in anger. He said, “You know what she means to me—”

“You have to heal, Negan. You have to let go—”

“You’re the only woman in my life right now. You,” Negan said, quickly putting on his clothes. As he buckled his belt, he added, “But this is all I have left of her. And I’m not fucking ready. Not yet.”

As he bypassed the bed, Desa reached out to grasp his wrist. She brought his palm to her lips, pressing a kiss against the skin. “Just…be careful out there.”

“I will. I fucking love you,” Negan winked, and Desa let him go. 

“Love you, too.”

An hour later, she decided to get up. Pulling on her clothes, she entered the vacant parlor. It felt different without his wives. She knew that he had no intention of taking them back, and part of her way grateful. Once again, things felt domestic, and not hectic. Normal.

The doors opened. Sherry walked in and stopped, mouth open in surprise when she saw Desa. Sheepishly, she said, “I’m just grabbing a few things that I left behind—”

“I’m not mad at you, Sherry,” Desa shook her head, and the woman’s shoulders sagged with relief. “I have to much on my mind to be angry.”

Desa sat on one of the couches, patting the cushion next to her. Sherry sat, dark hair framing her face as she ducked her head. “I’m glad things are getting back on track.”

“I’m surprised you’re still here,” Desa said. “I imagined you’d go with Dwight — I’d have vouched for you—”

“Dwight and I aren’t together. It was never going to work.”

“Even…before?”

Sherry shrugged. She let out a breath, leaning back and saying, “Dwight and I found Negan. We let him in to our group of stragglers. I think…the moment I saw him was when it hit me. I went to him, first, not vice versa. Way before the Sanctuary. Before the Saviors. I felt less bad about becoming a wife because I’d already been with him before—”

Desa made a low noise in the back of her throat. She wanted to be angry — but she couldn’t.

Sensing her discomfort, Sherry said, “I didn’t love him. Never have, never will. That’s the difference. You’ve made him a better man.”

“I’ve made him a damaged man,” Desa murmured. “I led him to the Estate. I led him to Father. If I’d have just…kept walking when I spotted this place—”

“I say that everyday. What if I’d said no? What if I’d been faithful to Dwight? But it’s done, and I can’t go back. Neither can you. You don’t have to move on all alone.”

“Thank you, Sherry.”

Sherry wrapped an arm around Desa and squeezed. The two women sat, basking in the emptiness of the parlor.

“Did Negan approve of this?”

“I’ll be back before he gets back. It won’t take too long,” Desa peered over at Laura, sliding into the truck. She rolled her eyes, quirking her lips before patting the side of the truck.

“You really don’t like following orders, do you?”

“I was never good at it. I never liked being cooped up in one place, anyway,” Desa smirked. “You’re in charge until I get back.”

“Get back. Don’t disappear on us like last time,” Laura joked, and Desa chuckled. She signaled the guards and they hastily opened the gates. She left the Sanctuary, headed towards Alexandria — in the passengers seat lay a basked filled with toys and books she’d scavenged.

Are you doing this for her, or for yourself?

Both.

From her knowledge, Alexandria was in the stages of rebuilding. While Rick’s home had been spared, the others had suffered, some destroyed, some burned. The townhouses were some of the only structures left standing, along with a few houses near the gate that had escaped the explosive assault.

She parked the car on the grass, just outside the gate, before hopping out and taking the basket with her. To her relief, Carl greeted her.

“Desa?”

“I brought some things for your sister. I know we took a lot,” Desa shrugged as Carl slid open the gate. “I’m not staying long — I just wanted to drop this off.”

Carl took the box, smiling. Mirth danced in his eyes and he said, “She said her first word the other day.”

“I’m assuming it was my name?”

Carl laughed, shaking his head. Desa smiled as he said, “She still has the keychain you gave her.”

“Well, it’s hers. And so are those. I’m not sure when she’ll start reading, some of them are kind of advanced—”

“What are you doing here?”

Rick approached, walking rather fast. It occurred to Desa that, of course, Carl was probably the only Alexandrian who had an inkling of trust towards her. The rest had every reason to be hostile, and here she was, encroaching on their territory. Again.

In a low voice, she said, “Hello, Rick.”

“She brought toys for Judith,” Carl glanced at his father. Rick visibly relaxed, and Carl added, “I’m going to go show them to Michonne. Thank you, Desa.”

“My pleasure.”

She was left alone with Rick. He still didn’t look pleased, but she could see in his eyes that he was making an attempt to come to terms with the situation. He looked around before changing his posture, saying, “Is Negan with you?”

“No. Just me. But anything you say to me will go right back to him.”

“That’s what I want. We need to talk. You’re his mouthpiece — that’s good enough for me.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

I was hoping to avoid this.

Desa sighed, following Rick. She was aware of the stares — the woman who’d attempted to take Negan’s life stood on one of the porches, glaring daggers in Desa’s direction. She was glad to get out of the spotlight and into Rick’s home, where he closed the door and gestured for her to sit at the dining room table.

Michonne joined Rick adjacent to Desa. Now she felt outnumbered — the unexpected meeting was putting her on edge, making her wary.

That’s exactly what they want.

They’ve learned.

“We want to negotiate sharing our resources,” Michonne began. “Start over, and then start off right. Can you get Negan to agree to that?”

“I’m surprised you’re not asking me to kill him.”

“Carl vouched for you,” Rick said. “He told me how you protected him from those Whisperers. You aren’t Negan. I’m willing to take a chance with you, not him.”

“Can you do it?” Michonne pressed.

“By sharing resources, you mean...?”

“Trade,” Rick said. “Between Alexandria, the Hilltop, the Sanctuary and the Kingdom. It’s not a done deal — the goal in the end is to have everyone sitting down together.”

“Including Negan?”

Rick closed his eyes and sighed. Michonne just stared blankly, something akin to ire twinkling behind her dark eyes.

“Yes,” Rick said reluctantly. “Even Negan.”

“Then I’m in. I’ll talk to him. Making plans for the future is something we need to do,” Desa laced her fingers together. “Will Maggie agree to this?”

“We’ll see,” Rick said. “We also want assistance rebuilding Alexandria. Reparations.”

“Reparations?” Desa reeled back. “From what I remember, you struck first. You slaughtered my people while they slept.”

“What would have happened,” Michonne said, “Had we not? Would Negan have been merciful?”

Desa ground her teeth, looking away. She had a point. Someone would have died, regardless. Negan would have asserted his dominance regardless of whether or not bullets and been exchanged.

“We’ll never know,” Desa quipped. “It’s something we have to move on from. But we don’t have to do it alone.”

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Dark

A/N: Smut warning. Somewhat Dark!Gabriel. I don’t know if this will be a series yet or not. I have an idea for making this a series but it may also be a one shot as well. 

Summary: Gabriel is busy with the daughter of Bobbie Singer. The world is falling apart. Ellie knows there isn’t much time to figure out Team Free Will’s next move. With a nephilim about to be born, Lucifer on the rampage, and a boyfriend who has returned from the dead in a different state then how he went. Things are going to get crazy!

Words: 3, 414

Pairings: Gabriel x OFC 

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He loved watching her. It was one of his most favorite hobbies. Gabriel had nothing better at the present time to be doing. Of course he could be dealing with one of his bone head brothers or dealing with the disaster known as heaven but he didn’t want to. Watching Ellie as she hovered over her laptop and a few books kept Gabriel well entertained. He loved the way her blue eyes focused on the screen in front of her and the way she frowned when coming across something that clearly made no sense.

After coming back from the empty Gabriel wasn’t the way that he went in. He was colder, meaner. In ways Gabriel was almost back to the stereotypical archangel that he should have been. He had went back to check on Cas to make sure that all was all right after that his sights turned to Ellie Singer. He knew that the Winchesters were absolutely livid that Gabriel had become interested in Bobbie’s only daughter but he didn’t care. Why should he? It wasn’t like they could tell him what to do anyway. He could knock them down a few pegs if need be.

“Gabe?”

Ellie’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. His golden eyes rolled up to her blue ones.

“Mhm?”

Ellie looked up at the archangel with a nervous smile. He sat across the table from her with one leg resting on the table top. Gabriel was no ray of sunshine by any means. He had been grumpy and seemingly only interested in getting her naked for the past few weeks but she went along with it. Part of it was in fear for her safety but the other out of sheer joy to have him back from the dead.

She had been with Sam and Dean when Gabriel “died.” Ellie was devastated when he died. Devastated didn’t even quite cover it. She and Gabriel had flirted off and on throughout his strained relationship with the Winchesters and the realization that she would never have a chance with him.

When he showed up and her doorstep a few weeks ago looking perfectly fine Ellie couldn’t help but be shocked. Sure he was different. A person just didn’t come back from the dead all sunshine and rainbows. The first time that she was really worried about her safety came when Dean called warning her to watch out for the archangel. Gabriel had ripped the phone out of the wall mid conversation and went off on Ellie for hours. After storming from the house Ellie was convinced that she would never see the archangel again.

He returned around midnight apologetic about his actions and turned on the charm. Of course Ellie fell right into his clutches like he wanted. Ellie knew that her father would be disappointed. She knew that he would be worried. In all the years that she had been raised a hunter Bobbie told her to stay away from something that was dead. Now here she was sleeping in the archangel’s arms every night and worrying to death about him when he was away during the day.

“What do you want Ellie?”

Gabriel’s voice sounded annoyed as she was pulled from her thoughts. She put the book on her lap on the table before looking back to Gabriel.

“Have you talked to Dean recently?”

Gabriel shook his head as he started shaking his foot that was propped on the table. Ellie knew that Gabriel hated her friendship with Dean. Since coming back Gabriel was almost jealous of the Winchesters depending on Ellie for a lot of research on their hunts. Yet another thing that worried Ellie when it came to Gabriel. His jealousy could be off the chain.

“Why would I want to?”

Gabriel replied. Ellie sighed, brushing her hair over her shoulders.

“It’s about Lucifer and Kelly….and their child.”

Gabriel shrugged.

“Yeah the nephilim kid. That is going to be a trip and not a fun one.”

Ellie kept her eyes focused on her lover. She needed information. Sam and Dean needed information. Cas definitely needed information! If she couldn’t get it for them how could she help? If she couldn’t find lore on nephilim why not go to the source? An archangel of all people would know. It wasn’t like that she could just call up Lucifer and ask questions. That would be a disaster! Michael was in the cage and Raphael was dead. Again that would be the last people that she would go to for help as well.

“I can’t find anything on nephilim…anywhere. The bible only goes so far.”

Gabriel chuckled.

“And that is no help at all!”

Ellie was quiet a moment before looking back to the bible verse in front of her on the computer screen,

“When people began to multiply on the face of the ground, and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that they were fair; and they took wives for themselves of all that they chose.”

She looked back to Gabriel a moment not being able to wonder if he found her fair or was she just a sex object to him? Did he see her as wife material or would he just disappear one day never to return? She had been wondering it from the time that he came back to her.

Ellie had to get her head back in the ball game. She couldn’t let her unorthodox relationship control her thoughts….especially right now.

“Sam and Dean need to know what they are working with. I am afraid that team free will is about to be over their heads.”

Gabriel smirked.

“Clearly.”

Ellie sighed.

“Gabriel I need to know how it works. Fallen angel plus human woman equals half breed really doesn’t tell me enough to help them.”

Gabriel’s golden eyes rolled up.

“You think I know everything?”

Ellie crossed her arms over the table.

“I figured you would know something being one of Chuck’s archangels and being one of the oldest creatures in creation.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“Calling me old isn’t a good way to butter me up for information cupcake.”

Ellie groaned.

“Not what I meant Gabriel! I just need to know something to help my friends! This world is in danger and you are seeming to not give a damn.”

Gabriel shrugged innocently.

“I really don’t. If shit gets bad I can blow this popsicle stand.”

The look on Ellie’s face told Gabriel that was the last thing that she wanted to hear. She reached up closing her laptop before standing up.

“Forget I asked. I knew I wouldn’t get anywhere.”

She grumbled before getting up and walking out of the room. Gabriel rolled his eyes standing to saunter after her.

“Sheesh mind the temper princess.”

Ellie had walked into the kitchen and was angrily putting dishes into the dishwasher. She looked up at him and contemplated throwing a plate at him.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Gabriel said in a warning tone. Ellie didn’t even look up.

“Stop reading my mind! If you want to leave just go! I will figure this out myself.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“Are you panties in a wad because of me saying that I would leave or me not being helpful with this whole nephilim business?”

Ellie straightened up.

“If you have to ask then you are blind.”

She went to walk past Gabriel. Ellie had enough for that day! All she wanted was to collapse in bed and pass out. Gabriel reached out, grabbing her arm, and slamming her against the wall.

“Come on precious. You’re my best girl. I wouldn’t leave you behind for some moron to take my place.”

Ellie tried to push him away but didn’t get anywhere. Gabriel was like a ton of bricks to attempt to move.  

“You are so jealous you can’t stand it. Gabriel I am not begging you to take care of me. I have more worry about my friends and this nephilim child that is about to happen.”

Gabriel growled.

“This child is going to be more powerful than any of us can comprehend. Nephilim are typically more powerful than the angel that sired them. Most nephilim have been killed before anything can come of them. The way I look at it right now is the time to grab something and run.”

Ellie swallowed taking in what he said.

“So from what I read that it is typically fallen angels that produce nephilim?”

The look in Gabriel’s eyes were unreadable for a moment. His hold on Ellie had eased a bit but kept her against him.

“Typically yes. Dad would have never let an angel who created a nephilim remain in good standing. To answer your question sugar I do find you more than fair. You I’m technically fallen too….so if you want to try an experiment.”

Ellie’s eyes widened.

“No way!!! Your brother is the one playing mad scientist not us!”

Gabriel smirked.

“Relax. I am not going to go do something that stupid. Besides I am not father material anyway. You know that.”

Ellie looked relieved as she moved to get away from her lover. She had to get back to work. Sam and Dean needed her. She didn’t have the time to waste.

“Where do you think you are going little girl?”

Ellie swallowed.

“I have work to do. You are going to have to let me get this done then I will play with you.”

Gabriel snapped his fingers leaving them in Ellie’s bedroom. Ellie turned shaking her head.

“Gabe come on. I don’t have time to be fucking around.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow as he closed in on Ellie again backing her against the wall. In one hand he held both of her wrists above her head before switching to having his grace hold her steady. Gabriel’s golden eyes  ran down her body. Ellie swallowed as he knelt down licking a path from her cleavage to her pulse point.

“You have all the time to be fucking around sugar. That kid isn’t going to be here for sometime and hell will still breaking loose when we get done. You can and will take five. Understand?”

Ellie nodded.

“Yes sir.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow looking pleased with her response.

“Good girl. You know when you are a good girl I will make you come like crazy. Isn’t sex with an archangel amazing?”

Ellie clenched her eyes closed as he snapped away her clothes making her tremble at the chill in the air. Gabriel reached out cupping her breasts. His fingers gently squeezed her nipples until Ellie was withering against her body.

“Gabriel please….kiss me.”

Gabriel quickly crammed his lips to hers in a firey possessive kiss. Ellie lost herself in his candy flavored kisses. She only became aware of the gentle rocking of his hips when Gabriel moaned against her lips. He pulled away looking down at her with his eyes shinning.

“You’re all mine! Forever. I’m never letting you get away from me. You know I won’t.”

Gabriel wanted to mark the girl for life. He wanted to make it clear for any angel who might come her way that she claimed. He didn’t care ripping apart any that tried. If angels thought Lucifer was bad for disintegration people they were about to have another thing coming. His mind briefly thought of hearing Lucifer say all the time

“He who hesitates, disintegrates.”

He knew that Ellie didn’t truly understand the full scope of his power and he wouldn’t be afraid to show her on some lesser being that irritated him now. Gabriel knew that this mind set wasn’t him but he didn’t care anymore. This was him now and when it came to Ellie he would bring down the world if he deemed it fit.

Ellie’s hands gently palming him through his jeans pulled Gabriel from his thoughts. He looked down at her with a pleased smile.

“See you want this as bad as I do. Don’t even try to turn me away in the future. It won’t get you very far.”

Ellie turned walking to the bed that was neatly made from their little romp earlier. Gabriel’s sex drive was almost insatiable. Gabriel was watching her like a hawk before yanking his shirt over his head and unbuckling his jeans. Reaching out he pulled Ellie to the edge of the bed as he took his cock out.

“Suck.”

He commanded calmly. Ellie didn’t need much encouragement as she took Gabriel into her mouth. As she gently worked her tongue on the underside of his shaft Gabriel moaned lightly. He didn’t need to give her much encouragement after making his cock taste like her favorite lollipop getting a blowjob was a relatively easy task to accomplish.

“That’s it princess. Just like that.”

Gabriel moaned, rocking his hips. His golden eyes closed in ecstasy. If it was wrong to enjoy this human girl’s mouth on his body then he didn’t want to be right. Fuck being right. He would take on Lucifer’s role if it meant keeping this girl as his lover. Gabriel only wished that she could see the real him. The real Gabriel, minus the vessel. He frowned at how wrong that thought was. If she only looked at him she would be dead.

His golden eyes snapped open.

“Enough sugar.”

Gabriel growled in between moans. Stepping out of his jeans, Gabriel reached down to push Ellie back.

“Spread ‘em.”

He said in his authoritative dominating voice. Ellie didn’t hesitate in doing what Gabriel said. She knew if she didn’t and had to be told twice the archangel would be dissatisfied. A dissatisfied Gabriel was a Gabriel that would spank her ass red until she was sore and couldn’t walk correctly. After being spanked and fucked sore Gabriel would hold her on his lap soothing her reddened skin with icy fingers. That was one of the few perks in disobeying her archangel.

Once her legs were spread, Gabriel knelt down between them looking up at her with hungry eyes.

“You’re trembling.”

He stated matter of factly. Ellie swallowed.  

“Couldn’t imagine why.”

She whimpered as Gabriel lowered his lips to her soaking folds taking a slow long lick. Ellie threw her head back into the pillow as Gabriel increased the pressure with his tongue. Before she knew what hit her, his grace was holding her hands down so she wouldn’t move.

“Gabriel….please.”

Gabriel chuckled. His voice sent vibrations that went all the way from Ellie’s tender clit to her core almost edge her over the edge without even being penetrated. That was his specialty though…making her come without ever being penetrated. He would make her come apart at the most random times with just a snap of his fingers. Gabriel didn’t care if she was doing dishes, research, or whatever task it may have been if he thought that she needed an orgasm she was getting one. When she hit the floor or was grasping to the counter screaming his name Gabriel would stand watching her with a mirthful smile.

“Love to watch you pleasing for my cock. Those sweet little cries of yours are music to my ears. I’m going to claim you soon sugar. You’ll never want another man inside you again.”

Ellie whimpered as Gabriel’s index finger massaged over her clit.

“Oh Gabe I don’t want another….just you.”

It felt like Gabriel remained between her legs for hours just licking and teasing her to orgasm after orgasm. Every swipe of his tongue made Ellie feel like a temple of glass that someone was taking a sledgehammer to.

“You taste better than candy cupcake.”

He cooed as he finally rose to take his place on top of her. Ellie’s eyes looked relieved as his cock finally pushed. Her body stretched to full accommodate him. Ellie was convinced that sometimes made his cock bigger just to test her limits and see just how much she could take.

“I want to do something…something different….but its risky.”

Gabriel’s voice was soothing. Ellie’s eyes fluttered open as his hand lovingly stroked her face.

“What do you want to do?”

She asked softly. Gabriel’s golden eyes flickered up to her looking almost wary for a moment before taking back on his arrogant glint.

“How about a little outside the vessel sex?”

Ellie’s eyes widened. This was the most crazy thing that Gabriel had even suggested doing. He hadn’t even shown her his wings let alone banging each other completely bare like this. Whenever Ellie had asked to see his wings the look of complete refusal was all over Gabriel’s face. He wouldn’t even consider it.

“Won’t that be dangerous? Like kill me dangerous?”

Ellie chocked out. Gabriel’s eyes watched her with a glint.

“If you keep your eyes closed…you’ll have to keep your eyes closed. If my voice bothers you too badly then we will stop and never try it again.”

Ellie nervously sat up before reaching over into her bedside table and taking out the black out mask that was in the first drawer. Gabriel looked at her with an amused expression.

“You think that is really going to help you? Sugar I am going to keep your eyes closed. Lay back and do as I say.”

Ellie lay back closing her eyes feeling Gabriel’s had stroke over her eyes and she was unable to open them.

“Gabriel?”

“Everything is fine.”

He said soothingly. The next thing Ellie knew Gabriel’s voice was different than it had been a second before. His voice was more authoritative yet soothing and the most heavenly sound Ellie had ever heard.

“How is this sugar?”

“Gabriel you sound so different.”

She gasped as his hands locked around her. The feeling of his celestial body on hers was completely different. It was almost indescribable. Ellie’s body both froze and burned at every place he touched.

“I know. You should see how beautiful you look like this. Keep your legs spread sweetheart.”

Ellie whimpered the moment Gabriel’s lips eased over her breasts and body. This was by far the most erotic and sensual thing that Ellie had done. Sure she and Gabriel had sex that would make church goers blush but this by far was the craziest.  

Her breath was taken away the moment that Gabriel entered her. This was different then their sex life had ever been before. The cynical side of her thought,

“Of course it is you idiot you are being screwed by an archangel outside of his vessel.”

This feeling out fullness was different then ever before. Like before she was on fire and cooling at the same time. As Gabriel began to move she cried out his name. Gabriel meanwhile, was busy muttering things in Enochian. He had never more wished that she could open those beautiful blue eyes and look at him.

Ellie’s fingers grasped at the bed almost ripping the sheets from the bed until Gabriel took her hands wrapping them around his shoulders.

“Come, beautiful.”

His heavenly voice was too encouraging and when the pressure on her clit intensified Ellie came apart. Gabriel focused his energy on his lover’s body as she came. He tried to keep himself focused and not come quickly but that was a lost cause. Between all of the teasing that he had done earlier and the kinkiness of their new activity he couldn’t handle it much longer.

“Guns going off sugar.”

Gabriel gasped as Ellie’s body tightened around his once more. Ellie whimpered at the time he came filling her to the hilt. The sudden feeling of emptiness that hit her when he pulled away left Ellie feeling suddenly abandoned.

“You can open your eyes now sugar snap.”

Gabriel’s hand stroked back over her eyes allowing them to open. Ellie’s blue eyes fluttered open locking into his golden ones. Gabriel gave her a snarky smile before pulling her body back to his.

“Gabe…I….”

He chuckled cuddling her head under his chin.

“Amazing…out of this world? Yeah I know….we are going to have to do that again.”

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J2 JIBCon 2017 Second Saturday Panel

At the beginning of the panel Jared sits on Jensen’s knee and then his phone falls out of his pocket lol.

J2 are given a toy mic and they proceed to throw it in the air for each other so they can kick it around lol.

Jensen: Hey Jared. Jared: Hey Jensen. Do you have a joke about alligators? Jared: What do you call a crocodile in a vest? An investigator. Jensen: Welcome to the dad joke segment of the day. It’s gonna be a punny night. 

Will they do Tough Mudder again? Jensen: We’d love to. Asks the fans to write their wives and ask for some time off. Fans offer to babysit. They will do it again but don’t know when or where but Jensen thinks they will do it again. Jared: Team Naked. 

Jensen looks at Jared and says “hang on.” He reaches to grab a fuzz or a hair that’s on Jared’s chin. Jared attempts to lick him but not before Jensen is able to snatch it lol. Jared laughs gleefully, then tells a story about when J2, Gen and Danneel were out and dinner and Jensen was getting something off of Jared’s face and Jared did the same thing (licking his hand). Jensen: Both of our wives were like, what is wrong with you guys? :P Boys are cracking up.

Fan is asking if there was ever a scene or storyline they read that made them think, yes, this is exactly what my character is. Jared: That’s a fucking great question. The boys talk to each other for a few seconds before Jensen says for this season in particular, Regarding Dean was one of his favorite episodes of the season and series. Because it gave him range of play and allowed him to go from dramatic, emotional to funny and ridiculous. It was a lot of fun. 

Jared: Yeah, and he was great. For Jared, he goes back to Heart, mentions there are some recent ones. Jensen: What was that, like season 3? Jared: Two. Jensen: Two? So 10 years ago you did something you were proud of? Jared: Yep. Did you not? Jensen: No, man. I get better with age. 

Jared mentions Heart, I Know What You Did Last Summer, Sacrifice, Red Meat. Jensen: I will say one thing about this one (Jared) and I’ve said this before. Jensen talks about The End, how it’s one of his favorite episodes of the whole series. He knew it was gonna be a heavy episode. Had to play two different versions of Dean opposite each other. He really worked hard on it, did a lot of homework and prep. It was very difficult. Jensen: and then, asshole here shows up like day 8 in his white suit as Lucifer and like nails it, like out of the park nails it. Well, that just became Jared’s best episode.

As Jensen is praising Jared, Jared is staring at the ground shyly. He nudges and pats Jensen a couple times in thanks. 

Fan says she loved the finale, is wondering if the goggle scene was scripted or improv? It was not scripted. Jared and Jensen were asked to break through a wall that was 18 inches of real concrete. They had them test hitting the concrete. There was a ton of debris flying at them. The boys were like, asking two Texans to do this? Challenge accepted! 

They didn’t ask for goggles at first. Jensen got some debris in his eye. Stunt coordinator came in and said: “These guys get eye-wear, period.” He said they would put in stunt doubles if they didn’t have goggles because it became a safety issue. They were “beating the shit” out of the wall. Their props lady, Robin, found some old school leather goggles. Even with the goggles on, Jensen would hit and kind of turn away because the rock was like cutting his face. They were going at it. The crew had told them: You can’t get through this. J2 looked at each other like, let’s do it. Jensen: You don’t challenge us with like physical feats. They were beating on the wall longer than what was shown in the episode. They were proud and they broke through. The set design and art department were like how did you break through 18 inches of concrete in like 60 seconds? Jensen: ‘Cause we’re awesome, that’s why. Jared: I believe we said, because we’re not the Losechesters. J2 both do a mic drop. 

Question about their friendship. Boys joke that their relationship is like a friendship prison for 12 years. They then answer seriously. Jared: “You know what’s fun? Somebody told me one time that their definition of friendship was when you could be around somebody and be silent. He and I fly a lot together from Vancouver to Austin...and a lot of times we’ll be around each other for 3, 4, 5 hours with not a word said. And it’s not weird.” Jared says it’s one of the coolest things for him. There’s no need to fill any void. They get each other. Maybe they’re reading scripts, watching a movie, etc. Jared loves being able to “experience this cool life with somebody” that you don’t have to talk to. Jared knows that sounds weird, but he means it. They can be together in that silence when one of them is tired or doing something, and feel absolutely comfortable and not awkward. Jared pats Jensen’s chest. 

Jensen answers by saying that he and Jared have a shorthand of communication that exists between them. Jensen: “It really makes the relationship easy and, you know, comfortable. He and I have quite a shorthand.” Jared demonstrates how they know each other so well that Jensen can be like hey candy and toss it at Jared and Jared will catch it no problem because he knew it was coming. Jared tosses Jensen candy on stage and Jensen catches it. Jared: “Like that kind of shit.” Jensen: “I knew he was gonna throw that. Like oh, here we go, and there it is. 

Jensen: “There is a shorthand between he and I that exists. We don’t have to look at each other, we don’t have to say anything, it’s a real friendship. And it’s a real connection with another human being that is rare and it’s cool and great and I’m glad that he’s in my life.” <3

Jared is looking at the ground again and gives Jensen another pat on the chest. 

A fan says Sam and Dean and Jared goes: Salmon Dean? ;) 

Fan asks about Cas’ death scene. Jensen says what was going through his mind was that it was 5 in the morning and he was tired and wanted to go home and Misha was really making a meal out of it and it “was like God, just die, so we can go home and be done with this.” Jensen says in all seriousness that it was a hard scene because the brothers didn’t have a lot of time to react to everything that had happened; the brothers didn’t process what had just happened. Probably get more of that reaction in season 13. Jared: Or not lol. 

Jared says it was a hard scene to shoot, lots of stuff going on and it was discombobulated. Jared talks about how life doesn’t always happen how you expect it to. Jared enjoyed the abrupt, abrasive nature of Cas dying the way he did because it goes along with what life is like, how things can happen suddenly. They’re interested to see what happens in the first script of next season. 

Jensen: Hey Jared, give me your best Irish accent. Jared: Is anyone here from Ireland? I’m so sorry. He gives a ‘performance’ of his Irish accent, which includes singing about lucky charms and doing a little jig, with Jensen assisting by holding up his mic. Jensen says that it’s impossible for Jared not to moves his knees when he does it lol. 

J2 then discover the wheel on the corner of the stage, which the they spin to tell them what to do. Jensen: Hey Jared. He spins the wheel and music starts playing. Jared makes it land on the card telling them to drink, so Jensen takes a drink. This is repeated a few more times until Jared is laughing so hard he collapses on the ground. Jensen says he doesn’t want to play anymore because the “apple juice” is going to his head lol. 

Jensen looks over at a fan at the mic and asks: “Did we answer your question?” not realizing that the fan hasn’t asked one yet lmao. 

J2 start cracking up again. Jensen stands back up and once again spins the wheel while he and Jared dance to the music. This time Jared drinks. They are putting that whiskey to good use. 

A fan asks a would you rather question and Jared responds with one of his own instead. Whispers to Jensen and asks the fan: Would you rather audibly fart every time you said the word ‘the’ or have to pay $10 every time you say the word ‘and’? The fan chooses fart and Jared says Yes! But Jensen seems disappointed with her answer lol. This all results in Jensen saying Hey Jared, sticking his finger out, and having him pull his finger. 

More spinning of the wheel and dancing ensues. 

There’s a guitar on stage and Jensen grabs it. Jensen grabs it and says: “Hey Jared. Come here and sing something for me.” He says that when Jared spun the wheel it landed on sing or dance. “You spun the wheel, brother.” 

Jensen tries to get Jared to sing as he plays the guitar a bit, but Jared is obviously feeling shy about it. Instead, he messes around with the cards on the wheel. He grabs the one that says to imitate someone else so he impersonates Jensen. He then grabs one that says “Surprise” and presses it against Jensen’s crotch - who doesn’t even flinch and just keeps playing the guitar with a smile on his face while Jared puts the “drink” sign on his own crotch and wanders around the stage. 

Jensen says “Hey Jared” and plays a little song for a second. He then says that having the fans show up is a pleasure in their lives and thanks them. 

Jared removes the sign he put on Jensen as he talks.

Panel ends with Jensen saying that “maybe, just maybe, this *strums the guitar once* will turn into something a little bit more” tomorrow. 

Jensen gives love to the fans, Jared blows the fans kisses and follows Jensen off the stage, giving him a slap on the butt on the way. 

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Jaebum x Reader [featuring GOT7 x BTS]  →  angel!au / demon!au Warning: violence, language, & mentions/descriptions of death

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He had met Fal on accident.

His eyes were trained on the precinct, trying to understand the odd feeling he was getting from the building. At the time, he had no idea the last Bone Witch was a detective there. With coffee in one hand, other in his pocket as he leaned against his car, he didn’t notice he was being watched as well.

Jin calls it one of his finer moments.

Usually he’s much more aware and would’ve noticed her blocks away, eyes raking up and down his body as she decided whether to arrest him or not.

It’s her sass that gets his attention first. And it’s her sass that leads to him marrying her.

Or at least that’s what he said when he proposed. 

His real reason, after two whole years of playing a dangerous game, was simple: the last witch. The “weird feelings”, as Jimin always called it, kept him drawn to Fal. The others were confused, not fully understanding why in the world he had to play boyfriend to a human. He had his own abilities that could’ve gotten him easy access. But he’d bite back, stating he needed to cloak his identity in order to keep himself hidden. He was unsure of just how much the last witch knew and how strong she was. He couldn’t risk unnecessary exposure.

He’d tell himself, time after time, that he was simply taking precautions. 

When Father asked him one night, the sky pitch black as he slips out from under the sheets wrapped around Fal, he’s unsure of his answer.

And for the first time, he’s afraid.

He was a demon. The leader of Lucifer’s Seven. He hadn’t felt fear since he, himself, was mortal.

But as he stood there, he felt the lie on his tongue. He felt sick when he wrapped himself around her once he returned, her warm skin calming him as he let his eyes close. With every kiss, with every press of their bodies against each other, he knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew there had to be some part of him that wanted to remain next to her.

Demons don’t want stability. They don’t want homes. Wives. Children.

But when she questions him in the morning, limbs tired after extended use, he tells her he wants twins. He tells her he needs to fix the cabinet in the kitchen. He reminds her about grocery shopping. He lets her choose his suit for the day, unaware of what he really does when he leaves her. And he lets her redress him after they unsuccessfully kept their hands off each other.

Yoongi thinks he wants to be human.  An impossibility.

“And if it wasn’t impossible?” 

It haunts him. His thoughts alone drive him mad.

When he watches her at night, blinds open so the moon bathes her in its light, he fears what Father would do if he asked to remain with her. If he asked to make room for her in their new world. And then he wonders if she’d even accept. The Namjoon she knows, the one she fell for and married, is a simple man. He isn’t overly special. The real Namjoon is a High Demon. He can rip apart mortals with his eyes. He feeds off their screams. His mission on Earth is to kill the Bone Witches. He’s to help Mammon rule over mankind. 

And Mammon would have no place for her. 

He had tried, when he first realized his feelings could be more, to break it off. He hadn’t yet proposed. He could’ve disappeared. Easily. He had stood in the closet of their home, looking at his clothes in line with hers, and thought he could do it.

In the end, when she came back, he had asked her to marry him. She had said yes, eyes with tears falling over, as she clung to him right there in the foyer.

They had become a routine. And he continued in fear. In doubt.

Her feelings were clear. Not only with her words but with the way she molded herself against him, her ‘I love you’ echoing against the walls as she tried to stay awake.

She didn’t live in doubt.

Jungkook insisted it was sex. Purely physical. Which he said Jimin knew a few things about, being quite the incubus himself. They’d laugh at her expense and his blood would boil until Jin’s concerned look calmed him down. 

“Control your feelings Joon. You’re too expressive and your murderous look could turn a few heads. Relax.”

He didn’t know how to.

It wasn’t sex. He had already thought that. But after multiple nights, Fal pressed into their sheets or against the headboard moaning his name, he realized it wasn’t. His attraction wasn’t only physical. 

Which meant, fuck, it meant it was something more.

And that was not good. None of this was good. And he felt stuck.

He didn’t know what love was.  He’s not supposed to.

But she says it, whispers it in his ear as she lays against him, and he finds himself wanting to mean it when he says it back.

“I love you too.” Yes? No? Maybe.

It’s been a total of seven months.

Seven months of training with Jackson in order to better protect yourself from whatever pending danger Mammon had in store for you and the rest of the world. 

In the time that had passed, you had moved in with Jaebum, a suggestion made by God himself. He insisted that staying close to the leader would prove helpful in case anything went wrong. You had insisted right back that you weren’t a child and could very well kill anything that needed to be killed with your own bare hands.

Surprisingly, He was amused at how headstrong you were. Whether that was a good thing or not, you couldn’t tell.

Your alarm blared loudly at six am, head popping up from the layers of duvet you had fallen asleep under, groaning at the loud sounds reverberating in your room. It was a Saturday, a well needed day of rest, but like every other Saturday since this all began, you found yourself making your way to the training room in Jaebum’s very large basement.

Being an angel apparently paid well.

Jackson’s already there, the perks of teleportation, munching on an apple as he easily converses with his own new roommate.

Maria.

Smiling, she averts her attention to you, tossing a banana your way, “Eat up princess. Jiaer said today’s going to be tough.”

You grumble at the nickname, one that Jaebum decided suited you better than your own name, and bit into your fruit.

“Every training day is rough Maria. Has Jacks been lying to you and telling you he’s been taking it easy?”

He splutters in the background, quickly defending himself, as she laughs loudly, “I’m sure he doesn’t pull any punches. But it’s for your own good.”

You��re still scowling as you begin your stretches, “Yes mom.”

Jinyoung strolls in then, eye smile on full display, as he tries to hide it behind a large book. One that, no doubt, you’ll have to read.

You’ve gone through many thick spined books in his library since this all started.

“Good morning Jinyoungie. Why the uh…why the happy face?”

He stops, faltering in his step, and for a second you see his embarrassed face over the rim of the book. You’ve never seen Jinyoung embarrassed. It’s not something you see. At all. Ever.

Smirking, you get up and come closer, “Jinyoung? Are you okay?”

He nods, cheeks pink, “Of course. Training this morning?”

You shrug, “As always. How did your…date…with Shan go?”

At her name, he becomes a full blown tomato, dashing to the stairs that lead to the upper portion of the training ground, his own little reading nook with a desk Jaebum got him years ago. You’re giggling, Maria and Jackson watching him with matching amused looks. 

“Yah! Park Jinyoung! How’d your date with Shan go?”

He sends his own death glares, the ones he usually reserves for Yugyeom, “It was fine! Leave me alone!”

“Not a chance,” you mumble, taking the steps two by two while Jackson taught Maria a few new tricks. You flop onto the couch situated across the desk, legs crossing casually. Seconds tick by and he says nothing but your smirk is starting to get on his nerves. Slamming his hands down, face still on fire, he yells, “Fine! You want to know what happened? We had sex Y/N. Happy?”

You choke on your own spit, attempting to stop your shit eating grin from forming. “Very,” you say, chuckling as he tries to once again, hide his face.

Jinyoung had stumbled upon Shan all those months ago when he was tailing Jimin, curious as to what the little shit was up to when he wasn’t causing problems for the rest of them. Jimin’s specialty was women. And you were thankful his attention was diverted from your precinct’s resident coroner.

Ever since their night of conversation and too much wine, they seemed to be attached at the hip when he wasn’t teaching you or filling any angel duties. Jaebum was hesitant at first, the “distraction” unwelcome at such a critical time. But the usual “stick to the rules” Park Jinyoung found himself unable to stay away. You were surprised they even lasted this long with the way they both spoke about each other.

And the way their lips seemed to always be attached.

You’re about to tease him mercilessly, you’ve come to treat him like a brother, but you’re interrupted by a shirtless Jaebum returning from shower.

Momentarily distracted by hello wow abs, Jinyoung uses the moment to smirk and shift the subject, “Morning.”

He nods once, eyes sliding over you as he towels his hair dry, “Training?”

“It’s Saturday after all.”

“Right. Well Father needs me. I’ll be up there for awhile.”

“Be back for lunch,” Jackson chimes from below, right before Maria lands a kick to his abdomen. Jaebum ignores the string of high pitched apologizes and grabs a nearby shirt before disappearing completely. You huff, leaning back, and meet Jinyoung’s eyes. They’re filled with the knowledge you don’t know want to hear so you jump up and demand that Jackson teach you something instead of getting his ass kicked. 

Jinyoung just hums and decides to find out what Shan is up to.

“She’s distracted,” Jaebum says, eyes closed.

“Maybe it’s best if you kept your clothes on around her Jaebum-ah. She is a woman after all.”

Jaebum winces, remembering your reaction to his bare upper half this morning. Lately, it seemed like your eyes found him quicker than before. 

“My apologies Father. I’m not…used to having a female around.”

“Rose didn’t count?”

God: 2. Jaebum: 0.

Scratching the nape of his neck in embarrassment, he can’t seem to turn around. A chuckle sounds from over his shoulder, clouds moving beneath him.

“I may have created the world Im Jaebum, but I know how to make a joke. And as for Y/N, it’s only been a few months. It took no time for Rose to accept who and what she was because she was always ready for it. Her sister wasn’t the same. She’ll be ready. Just keep teaching her. She’s a quick learner and she seems to be more open as of late. I know you can lead her in the right direction.”

“Thank you for your faith Father.”

“I’ve always had faith in you. In all of you. Just do not give up. And talk to each other. Nothing will be solved if you cage in your feelings and forget to communicate.”

“Yes Father. Y/N also wants to know if you need to see for anything.”

“Inform her I’ll come and see her if I do. For now, she should focus on training.”

“I’ll let her know then.”

“Oh and Jaebum-ah?”

He turns, curious.

“Do please tell Jinyoung and Jackson to remain focused as well. It seems…love is in the air. Remind them of the rules.”

“…yes Father.”

“She’s getting stronger. If we wait any longer, she’ll be at full capacity within a few more months!”

He scowls, fire burning hotter, “Don’t you yell at me you ungrateful brat. I know what’s happening. My Seven are keeping an eye out.”

“One of your Seven is falling in love with a human. One look at her pretty face and Joonie is melting like a damn puddle. What kind of demon is he Father?”

“You shut your fucking mouth. Anymore disrespect and I’ll find a way to lock you away somewhere for the rest of eternity. He knows what he’s doing. Everything must be in place to cause the maximum amount of damage. Think of it child. The destruction of Heaven and of Earth all in one. Quite the time saver, don’t you think?”

“I’m impatient Father.”

“I know you are. And that’s why you’re still stuck here. Leave it be for now. I’ll handle the Seven. Everything will be perfect, you’ll see. That wretched world will be ours. And when that last witch is dead, we can cover everything in fire and ash.”

You’re exhausted, body sore from the beat down Jackson delivered hours ago. Arms screaming and legs like jelly, you try and get comfortable in bed, one of Jinyoung’s books nestled in your lap.

“The history of God and his angels are important. Read up,” he had said, tossing the heavy tome onto your sheets.

It wasn’t light reading but your mind wouldn’t shut off so you thought it best to give it a try, lest your teacher surprise you with a quiz of some sort. But forty pages in and the words were blurred and your head was spinning.

Sighing, you shut it, placing it on your nightstand and deciding ice cream would definitely help in the quest for a good night’s sleep.

Even if it was already almost three in the morning.

Shuffling down the hall towards the kitchen, you wonder which ice cream you should have when your ears pick up music.

The piano.

Following the sound, you find yourself in a hallway you don’t venture down often. It’s the cluster of Jaebum’s rooms that you never dared to wander into. He hadn’t given specific instructions when you moved in, besides keeping things clean, but privacy was important to you. Even when you were living with Maria, you didn’t just walk into her room when you needed something. So you treated your new arrangement the same. 

But tonight, you were overly curious, the tune familiar. His door is slightly ajar, light spilling through, and you quietly push it open in order to listen comfortably. You find a spot on the floor, his back to you, as you let his music wash over you. You don’t know why the sound is so familiar until it’s been a few minutes.

Inhaling sharply, you realize it’s Rose’s song. She sang it to you on the nights you saw demons. On the night you couldn’t sleep and wanted nothing more than her comforting voice filling your ears.

Rose had a beautiful voice.

You wonder how Jaebum knew it and want to ask but you’re frozen in your spot. Your chest constricts painfully and before you know it, a sob rips through you and you quickly try to muffle it with your hand. The music stops and he turns, eyes wide as he sees you there. He’s by your side in a second, sliding on his knees towards you, hands outstretched.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What are you still doing up?”

You don’t have any coherent answers, voice lost as you continue to cry. He holds you close, you’ve never been this close to him before, save that first night he was in your bed and answered your questions. 

Since then, he did his best to keep his distance.

Now, his fingers curled around your shoulders, trying to sooth you as best he could. You didn’t know why you were suddenly this way but you didn’t have time to think about it, clutching onto him as the last remnants of her song faded into nothing. 

“You loved my sister,” you say, hands clutching a glass of water.

Jaebum can’t look at you, his gaze instead out over the ocean that acts as a backyard to his large home. He looks tired, hair falling over his eyes as they search the waves out ahead. You don’t say anything, for once you want him to actually talk to you, opting to drink instead.

You seem so far from him, like the space dividing you is too vast for the small friendship that had formed. 

“I don’t think so,” he finally says.

That surprises you.

“I don’t really know what love is Y/N. Besides the love Father gives and the love I feel for the others. Romantic love, I know nothing about. Before I died, before I became an angel, I was too young to know what it was either. Besides the love of my parents, the love I had for my cat, there was nothing. I didn’t date much and even when I did, there was never a true connection. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. I still don’t. I can say, with certainty, that my feelings for your sister were short lived but different. Whether that was it or it wasn’t, I’m not sure. There was no time to find out. Plus…”

“…the rules,” you whisper.

“The rules. You know them. No relations.”

You continue to stare at the glass you’re grasping, “What about Jinyoungie? Jackson? Maria and Shan are my friends, I don’t want them to get hurt.”

“Pain is apart of love, isn’t it?”

You look up, “It is. But it’s not fair for them to love my friends knowing it can never be more. That’s cruel.”

“Jinyoung and Shan, I’m unsure about them. But you shouldn’t worry about Maria and Jackson. They’re…special. And that’s all I can really say about it.”

You want to press further but you’re still so curious about one thing in particular, “Jaebum. How did you…die? How did you all become angels? My grandmother always told me angels were chosen by the good deeds while they were alive.”

He stares at the waves crashing against the rocks and turns towards you, extending his hands, “I’ll show you.”

The moment your fingers touch, you find yourself on the beach, toes sinking into the sand. Jaebum has a tight hold on you, gaze still fierce at the ocean.

“I drowned.”

“You must’ve been scared,” you say quietly.

“I don’t remember. I was driving home from a friend’s house and the car in front of me lost control and went over the railing into the ocean. I dove in, not even a second thought, and I was able to pull them out. One by one. The parents. A child. But I drowned. I was too tired to keep pushing my legs and my arms and I fought to try and get to the surface but…the darkness took me nonetheless. I was an angel, complete with wings, when I woke up in Heaven.”

His hand is warm on your shoulder as he points up and to the left, to the railing of the highway above, “There Y/N. That’s where the railing broke. That’s where I dove off. This ocean is where I died.”

“So you bought a house here? Doesn’t that…isn’t that painful? To see the water everyday?”

He shrugs, “I built the house here on purpose. I’ve been living here ever since Father sent me. I wanted to remember it. I wanted to remember the lives I saved and the fear I didn’t feel when I jumped in to save them. This water is a reminder that I was good once. That my heart wasn’t only thinking of myself.”

“How old were you?”

“I had just turned twenty three.”

“How…did the others…”

He chuckled quietly, “Of course you’d ask. Jackson’s story is quite the heroic tale so maybe ask him one day. Jinyoung was heading home from the library one night and pushed a student out of the way before a car could hit her. Bam saved his mother in a restaurant fire back in Thailand. And Yugyeom died trying to save Bam. They had been best friends ever since Gyeom-ah was there on a student exchange program. Youngjae’s death was similar to Jinyoung’s except there was a dog involved. His neighbor’s dog that had gone missing. All non heroic deaths but deaths that Father deemed worthy of wings. We each gave up a moment in our lives that we could’ve used to save ourselves. Instead, we chose a different path. And ended up here.”

You’re unsure what to say next, sentences unable to form as he held you on the beach. The sound of the water had always been calming to you but now, it held something more and you couldn’t help picture a drowning Jaebum, hands clawing at the water as if it was going to reach for him and save him.

Tears are falling again and you wipe them away quickly before he sees. Your heart hurts. For Rose. For Jaebum. For the others that were by your side and joined in your fight against Mammon. 

And you asked God, because now you knew he heard, that when this was over you’d be allowed to stay with them.

In the end, he delivers you back to your room and quietly tells you to get some rest. Grabbing his sleeve before he’s out your door, you ask him one last question, “How did you know that song?”

“I never told Rose what I told you, if that’s what you’re wondering. But she sang it to me anyway, on the nights I would drown in my dreams.”

“Come on Y/N, focus!”

You shake the loose hair from your eyes, sweat dripping in places you had never known sweat could accumulate. Jackson had demanded another training session, this time on a Wednesday, just to keep you on your toes.

You had gone through rough training to become a cop but there was nothing like sparring with Jackson Wang.

You spring back up, hands protecting your face, as he comes at you again. Jabbing once, twice, three times at your abdomen, you find a weak spot and throw your body into the air. Spinning around quickly with one fist outstretched, you use your generated momentum to put force behind the resulting contact: his jaw.

The sound seems sickening, a crack too loud to not cause any damage. Jackson is on the ground in seconds, clutching his face as he stares up at you. Without looking, you know you’re glowing. You can feel the power spreading through you like wildfire, touching every nerve and muscle, lighting them up like the Fourth of July. Fists clenched at your side, you try to calm your erratic breathing.

Somewhat mystified, Jackson finally speaks up, “You’ve never hit me that hard before.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you can feel things returning back to normal, “Jiaer. Please tell me I didn’t break you.”

“I’m an angel babe. It takes alot more to break me. Plus, technically, you can’t kill me. I’m already dead.

You don’t laugh at his joke, a frequent one he makes just to entertain you, and he can sense now that something is wrong.

“Hey. What is it? Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“I don’t know what I’m feeling. It’s just…there are no words. That scares me Jackson.”

“Come on, sit. Explain it to me.”

He gently pulls you to the ground as you regain your normal coloring, the tingle always left behind still thrumming gently through your veins. You shut your eyes and then open them to stare at Jackson, concern written all over his handsome features.

“We’ve been at this for months. You’ve been training me. Jinyoung’s been acting as my history teacher. I’ve moved into Jaebum’s home. And I have my work at the precinct. Fal keeps asking when I’m inviting her back for dinner and I never have an answer. It’s not like I can invite her here. Which isn’t really the point.”

With an amused smile he asks, “Then what is?”

“The point is…what if I can’t do this? What if…my powers as a Bone Witch, isn’t enough to defeat Mammon? In the end, this glowing thing is what’s going to have to save the world. I have no idea how to control it. Not fully. And I’m going to hurt someone, I know I am. And I’m suddenly so terrified of what happens if we don’t win. I don’t think I can handle losing all of you. I don’t think I can handle watching the world burn.”

He pulls you to him, strong arms encasing you with a sense of security, and chuckles, “We’ve got time Y/N. No one can saw how much, we don’t know what Mammon is planning. But you can do this. Your sister was strong. But so are you. We are going to help you, every step, until you win.”

“How can I learn more?”

“Well dear child, I think I can help with that.”

A/N: Somehow, overnight it seems lol, @kpopfanfictrash & @the-porcelain-doll-xo have integrated themselves into my storyline. I’m now very invested haha. Their stories will have happy endings as well. I hope. Until next week. xoxo

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Queen of the Crossroads

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Chapter 13: No Going Back

Sarah stretched out her neck from where she tied to a chair, grinning as she spat out a mouthful of blood. "Is that really all you got bad boy?"

The man in front of her scowled before swinging in with another punch, the brass knuckles biting into her as her head snapped to the side.

She tuts, looking back at him with bored interest. "Really? Surely Jeremiah, all those years have made you better than that."

Jeremiah's face contorts in rage and her takes another swing, the crack of flesh being hit loud in the room, just as another man, Paul, steps forward to grab his arm.

"She's baiting you man." Paul said quietly. "She's getting satisfaction out of it."

Sarah gives a bloody smile at them. "Aww, you're ruining my fun."

"Keep laughing bitch, when Hugo gets back with what we need, we'll gladly send you back to Hell." Paul snarls.

She shrugs. "Won't make much of a difference to me, I won't be left down there long."

"We're going to send you down permanently bitch." Jeremiah tried to get out of Paul's grasp. "And make sure you stay there."

"Oh, an exorcism?" Sarah gives a mock shudder. "Boys, you do know how to get a girl all tingly." She rolls her eyes as they both stare at her with disgust. "In all honesty, what did you guys expect me to do? You killed me. Of course I was going to come back with a hell of a vengeance."

"You made us torture our wives!" Jeremiah spat, breaking free from Paul and laying into her again. "You made us watch, unable to do anything! You tore out their hearts!"

Paul grabbed him again and pulled him back as Sarah started to chuckle lowly from the chair, licking the blood from her lips as she looked back up at them.

"I just thought they'd like a taste of what you'd been doing to other women." She said casually. "They just loved it by the-"

Water splashed down on her head and Sarah screamed, the water burning her skin as she fought against the ropes that were holding her down.

Hugo stepped around, a canister of water in his hand, his eyes cold. "How did you like that?"

Sarah looked back up at them, her eyes black. "Well, thanks for the cleaning the blood off me."

He throws more water on her and she screams again, trying to fight away from it, breathing hard, her head hanging for a moment.

"Keep joking," Hugo said. "It'll be the last thing you do."

As he joins the others, Sarah begins to laugh, low at first before it began to slowly fill the room, all three men glaring at her.

"You think you understand." She said quietly. "It's so amusing. Little boys trying to play in the big boy world." Her blue eyes are cold as she looks up. "Do you really think that these ropes are holding me? That your plan to exorcise me will work? Do you think that I simply just walked into your trap?" She continues to laugh, making Paul and Hugo share a worried look, Jeremiah growling as he stepped forward again.

"Shut up!" He shouted. "You are all talk!"

"Demons are good at that." Sarah smirked. "Some come on, have your fun, because once I'm out of here, once I've killed all three of you, I'm going to take great pleasure in finding you in Hell and torturing you myself." She licked her lips slowly. "And I promise there won't be any chance that you three will be turned into demons, I promise that I'll make sure you relive what you've done every hour of every day."

Hugo rested a hand on Jeremiah's shoulder. "Leave her, she is all talk."

Sarah grins. "Oh, the smart one speaks sense. It may be all talk but it's all true."

"Right, just as you saying you can easily get out of Hell is true?" Hugo steps closer to her, bending so he's eye level. "Everything we've read says you'll be stuck down there."

"Well, all those books don't account for me having the King of Hell on side do they?" She asked lightly. "You take out his best man and I promise, he'll be even worse than me."

Hugo laughs. "Sure. You keep spewing those lies demon, because they weren't work on me."

Sarah watches him walk over to a table and pull things out of a bag, her expression amused. "How about a deal then? If you don't want to listen to promises?"

"A deal?" Paul asked. "Seriously?"

She shrugs a little. "Sell me your souls, get ten more years on Earth, then go to Hell."

"What would we sell our souls for?" Jeremiah growled. "You already took everything that we cared about."

Sarah's grin didn't meet her eyes. "Anything you want."

Jeremiah and Paul frown as Hugo turns back to them. "Don't listen to her, she's just trying to get out of this."

"So you don't want power?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "You don't want money? Fame? New love? Surely there must be something that tempts you besides revenge on little old me."

"No." Hugo said firmly. "Now it's time to go back to Hell."

Sarah grinned. "All it takes is a kiss, surely you boys want to live past today?"

Crowley watched from a vantage point in the warehouse as Hugo started the exorcism, watched as Sarah got increasingly uncomfortable in her seat before starting to struggle.

He couldn't fault her, the performance on the men was working, they clearly believed that she was being exorcised, satisfaction crossing their faces as the man speaking got louder.

Crowley smirked. They truly had no idea.

Sarah's screaming suddenly turned to laughter, just as loud, her head still thrown back on the chair, making Hugo pause and the other two to look at each other. It took her a moment before she could settle enough to relax her body and look back at them. "Now, this has been fun and all, but I'm getting rather bored of watching you try."

"It's not possible." Hugo hissed, flicking through the pages. "This should be working."

The ropes fell from Sarah's wrists and she easily leant back, resting one leg atop the other as she rubs them, smiling. "I tried to warn you, I'm no ordinary demon boys, those little words don't work on me." Her eyes flick between them. "The question now is, what do I do from here?"

Hugo leaps back for the table, for the canister of holy water only to be frozen just short, his fingers just unable to reach.

"I will admit, that stuff burns like a son of a bitch," Sarah said, now examining her nails. "So forgive me if I can't let you take it back." She stands, stretching and letting out a yawn. "Now, this has all been very entertaining, but I've got important work to get back too, so I'd appreciate it if you made your decisions quickly."

Jeremiah leapt for her but with a small tilt of her head, he went flying into a piece of machinery, groaning. Paul swallowed, frozen in place.

Sarah shrugs. "Well, I guess if it's any consolation, I had no intention of allowing any of you to make a deal. Giving you ten more years to carry out those sick little fantasies? Yeah, right."

She slowly begins to walk towards Paul, who backs away until he hits a wall.

A voice stopped her. "Sarah!"

Sarah smiled over her shoulder as Sam and Dean entered the room, guns drawn. "Come to see the show?"

"Sarah, let them go." Dean said, his gun trained on her. "The authorities can deal with them."

She snorts. "Yes, because they did such a good job last time. Sorry Dean, these boys need a different kind of justice now."

There was a sickening crack as Hugo's neck snapped, his frozen body suddenly slumping down to the floor, motionless.

"Hugo!" Jeremiah shouts, scrambling up as Sam and Dean had frozen, Sam swallowing hard. He was thrown across the room again, Sarah sighing.

"Look, if you two don't want to see this, I suggest you leave." She said to Sam and Dean. "Because this isn't going to get any prettier."

"Revenge isn't the way Sarah!" Dean shouts. "You of all people should know that!"

"Oh, I should know that?" She faced Dean, ignoring Paul for a moment. "Dean, in case you hadn't noticed, our entire upbringing was raised on the idea of revenge, so forgive me if I don't give a damn about what you say."

"This is how you got into this in first place." Dean continued. "This is how you got turned into-"

"I got turned because Lucifer was an arsehole." Sarah cut him off. "Because he wanted dear Saphie to have the best little vessel possible, one that was compliant and under Lucifer's control. If I didn't accept it, then I would've been a sniveling mess, no doubt licking Lucifer's boots." Her eyes shifted black. "And it's all because these three messed with the wrong person."

"If you didn't hunt on your own-"

Sarah growled and actually took a step towards Sam and Dean, making them shift uncomfortably. "I gave everything to you two, I never once complained that Dad would look after you more than me! Never complained that Dad would only ever see me as the young version of Mum! I hunted on my own to escape that, to keep away from this fucked up family as much as possible! I wanted to stay out of the family mess because I knew it would get me killed!"

Sam stared at his feet. "Sarah..."

"Don't." She growled and flung Jeremiah across the room again, where he coughed up blood this time. "I don't care what you two think anymore. You have no idea what it was like to hunted by these three, to have them toy with you, multiple stab wounds across your body, knowing that no one was coming to save you." She blinked, once, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I tried to send you a message that day, but it was already too late."

"Guess we should've sent it for you huh?" Jeremiah spat from the ground. "Instead of just crushing the phone under my boot."

He started screaming, Sarah's eyes cold as she turned her head towards him.

"Sarah stop it." Dean said, both he and Sam uncomfortable as he kept screaming. "Dammit, they've had enough!"

"No, they really haven't." She said.

Jeremiah's body arched, Paul whimpering behind her, still pressed against the wall, and blood started to foam from his mouth as his body convulsed, writhing away until he collapsed, twitches continuing as his eyes went glassy on the roof.

Sam actually turned away, gagging.

"I told you to leave if you didn't want to watch." She said quietly. "But you can give up on stopping me."

Sarah spun so quickly that Paul got a yelp strangled in his throat as she pinned him by his neck against the wall, her black eyes staring at him as he struggled.

"It's a bit different faced with you're death now isn't it?" She asked. "And do you know what I'm going to do to you Paul?"

Paul's eyes were wide with terror, going even wider as held up the knife suddenly in her hand, wiggling it in front of his eyes and he started to struggle more.

"You enjoying watching the light leave my eyes," She said coldly. "So I think it's about time I return the favour."

Paul gasped, the knife sinking into him slowly, his hand trying to stop her as his cries were strangled in his throat as the knife slowly kept going, Sarah holding his gaze.

Once the light was gone, once Paul had stopped moving, Sarah let him drop, the knife still in his chest and she stepped back, breathing hard.

"I told you boys from the start," She said quietly. "You can't help me anymore."

Sarah vanished and Dean cursed, running a hand through his hair as Sam's hands shook. "What do we do Dean?"

Dean sighed. "I don't know Sam, I really don't know."

Neither of them notice as Crowley vanished from the room too.

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I Bless the Rains Down at Sanctuary

I got this idea from @embracetheapocalypsewithme and her story A Slippery Situation. Thanks to @lucifers-trash-stash for looking this over for me! 

Title: I Bless the Rains Down at Sanctuary 

Pairing: Negan x OFC, Negan x Wives

Rating: Eh, SFW-ish? Mature? (Language, Nudity, Sexual situations)

‘Uh oh’ was generally not something one wanted to hear while living in the apocalypse where any small slip-up was life or death, but that is exactly what Tallulah overheard as she walked into the wives parlor that morning. 

“What happened?” she asked, heading over to the floor-to-ceiling windows where the other two wives, Sherry and Yvonne, were looking out at the courtyard below.

“The trucks are back,” Yvonne answered, her curls bouncing around her face as she turned to her fellow wife. “And look at what they’re bringing in.”

Tallulah stepped between the other two women and looked outside, but saw nothing that would cause alarm. Clothes, medicine, food, some crates filled with glass bottles, and what looked like bags of seeds. “I’m not seeing anything out of the ordinary,” she shrugged. 

“She wasn’t here last time, remember?” Sherry reminded Yvonne with a bit of a laugh. “She has no idea what’s coming.”

“What?” Tallulah asked, looking between the two women for some sort of answer. “What’s coming?”

“Oh, yeah!” Yvonne smiled at Sherry, but completely ignored Tallulah’s questions. “That was whatsherface, wasn’t it?”

There used to be a fourth wife, but she left before Tallulah had arrived. Her former boyfriend had shown up one day alive and well and when she decided she wanted to be with him Negan had let her go. He didn’t want anyone here that didn’t want to be here.

“If you guys are gonna keep being cryptic then I’m just going back to bed.” Tallulah said, preparing to turn around and leave. 

“No, no, no, no!” Sherry and Yvonne grabbed an arm on either side of her. “We apologize, Lulu.” Sherry smiled and pet her hair while Yvonne pointed to something down below.

“You see those crates down there?” Yvonne asked and when Tallulah nodded she continued, “They’re filled with booze. It looks like the Saviors raided a bar or a liquor store or something.”

“What’s so bad about booze?” Tallulah wondered aloud.

“The booze itself is fine.” Sherry answered, going over to the bar that was set up in the corner and pouring herself a drink. “It’s the amount that they found that’s the problem.”

“They’re gonna celebrate.��� Yvonne elaborated. “Last time they brought home that much alcohol Negan and the rest of the guys got wasted.”

“Really?” Tallulah asked, somewhat surprised. “Negan?” It’s not like he didn’t have a drink here or there, but he never let himself get impaired. He seemed to like control too much to get totally wasted.

“He was so drunk last time he threw up on me!” Yvonne grimaced. “That’s why I am out. You two can deal with him.”

“Oh come on, you aren’t going to help us at all?” Sherry complained. “At least help us get him into bed. He’s heavy and handsy and impossible to maneuver.”

“Nope.” Yvonne answered easily, moving away from the windows to sit on the couch. “You promised last time.”

Sherry sighed, but didn’t argue any further. “I guess it’s just you and me tonight, Lulu.”

“How bad could he possibly get?” Tallulah shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. “I’ve handled drunk dudes before.”

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“MEET YOU ALL THE WAY! ROSEANNNNAAAAAAA, YEAH!”

Loud, obnoxious singing was the first sign that Negan had left the Savior's celebration and was heading back to the parlor and his living quarters.

“I’m gonna get my fuckin dick wet,” he could be heard boasting outside the door. “I’ll see you assholes in the morning.” With that the door was dramatically kicked open and Negan sauntered inside, a wide grin on his face.

“Good evening, ladies,” he said while executing a somewhat unsteady bow. “Who wants to fuckin dance with me?” he grabbed Sherry without waiting for an answer and started enthusiastically twirling her around.

“Negan!” Sherry scolded him halfheartedly. “There’s no music.”

“That’s okay,” he replied, completely unconcerned. “I’ll sing. Lulu, sing with me!”

Tallulah watched on as he continued to belt out ‘Roseanna’ while dancing with Sherry. This was not as bad as the others had insisted. In fact, it was extremely amusing.

“All I wanna tell you is now you’ll nuh nuh nah duh da something something…ROSEANNA!” he sang enthusiastically, missing most of the words but not letting it slow him down. “Lulu, why aren’t you singing with me?” he pouted as Sherry finally wriggled away from him and his exuberant dance moves.

Tallulah was having more fun than she’d had in quite awhile, so she ignored Sherry’s attempts to get her attention and kept her focus on Negan. “I don’t know the words,” she shrugged.

“What?!” he asked, absolutely appalled. “But, it’s fucking Toto!” Negan grew quiet for a moment. “Do you think the members of Toto are still alive?”

“I’m sure they’re fine, Negan.” Sherry replied immediately. “Why don’t we get you into bed? Have you had anything to eat or did you guys just drink all night?”

Tallulah followed as Sherry steered Negan into his bedroom. She still didn’t quite understand why this was a two-person job, but it wasn’t like she had anything better to do.

“They’re fucking dead,” Negan sighed mournfully. “Everyone is fucking dead.”

“Not everyone,” Tallulah reminded him with an amused smile. “We’re okay. So maybe Toto is fine, too.”

This cheered Negan up considerably. “You’re fuckin right, Lulu. They were fuckin badass, I’m sure they’re fine.” He plopped down on his bed at Sherry’s insistence and allowed her to remove his boots while he struggled to take off his leather jacket. “Are you trying to take ad-fucking-vantage of my inebriated state, Sher-bear?”

Sherry tossed Negan’s boots to the ground with a huff and turned to look at Tallulah. “Are you gonna help at all?”

Tallulah wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to be doing, but she went to help Negan remove his jacket. “Oh, now the fucking both of you are getting in on it,” he leered. “Just because I didn’t say ‘no’ does not mean I said ‘yes’!”

Sherry pulled Tallulah aside once Negan’s jacket, boots, and socks were removed. “I’m gonna get some water and crackers. Just don’t let him wander off or drink any more.”

“We’ll be fine.” Tallulah insisted with a roll of her eyes.

Behind her Negan had moved on to a different Toto song and was now happily butchering the words to ‘Africa’. Sherry gave Tallulah a look that said that she didn’t really believe her, but turned around and left anyway.

“There’s nothing that a something something ever dooooo! I BLESS the rains down in AAAAAFRICAAAA!” Negan sang as he started undoing his belt and trying to take off his pants. “Lulu, are there zombies in Africa?” he asked, looking at her as if she knew all the answers.

“Probably,” she answered honestly and went to go help him with his pants. His moods when drunk were quite mercurial, quickly jumping from joyous and singing to melancholy and introspective.

Negan pulled Tallulah onto the bed with him while she was still working on his pants. “We should have a fucking benefit concert,” he announced, ignoring the fact that his pants were still around his knees. “You used to sing, right? You could be the fucking headliner. I know how fucking talented you are at head…lining.” He then laughed uproariously, letting go of Tallulah long enough for her to finally get his pants off. “Head. I made a joke about you sucking my dick.”

“You sure did, Negan.” Tallulah smiled at him indulgently. He was like a big, perverted child when he was drunk.

“I will, of course, be the motherfucking MC because I am such a fucking great public speaker,” Negan decided, really getting into the idea. “No matter what my college debate teacher used to say. So what, I called the other guy a cocksucker? He was a fucking cocksucker! It was a fucking compliment! It’s not a bad thing! Unless you’re a fucking prude with a stick up their ass.” he continued to grumble, “Gave me a fucking F and where are you now Mr. Grayden? Probably didn’t make it past day fucking one.”

Tallulah listened to his ramblings with an amused grin. Only Negan would argue that he meant ‘cocksucker’ as a compliment. He didn’t talk about his past too often, but it was nice to hear that no matter what Negan was always Negan.

“We could have Toto play, since they’re still fucking living,” he continued. “Maybe there’s people here that can play instruments. You need a fucking back-up band.”

“We’ll ask around.” she agreed. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

“I need a fucking beer and you on my fucking cock.” he answered, reaching out to grab her and pull her onto his lap. “And I need to see your titties. Can you take your fucking shirt off for me, Lulu?”

“Not right now, Negan.” Tallulah slipped out of his grasp easily and set herself down next to him. “And no beer or Sherry will kill me!”

“Sherry is a party pooper,” he grumbled and pulled off his shirt, getting his head stuck until Tallulah freed him. “Just because I threw up that one time.”

“Are you gonna throw up this time?” she asked him, but he was no longer paying attention to her. Negan had shoved his boxers down far enough to pull his dick out and was now concentrating on it intently.

“My fucking cock is broken!” he mournfully wailed before flopping onto his back. “It won’t get hard! I have three fucking hot wives and a broken dick!” Tallulah was surprised to see that he was literally close to tears. “Lulu, will you still be my wife if I can’t fuck anymore?”

“Yes, Negan.” she answered, watching him kick his boxers to the floor and frown down at his penis. “I’m sure your dick will be fine, it’s just the alcohol.”

“Maybe if you take your shirt off it will wake up?” he suggested hopefully.

“Not until you tell me if you think you’re gonna be sick tonight,” she tried bargaining with him.

“How am I supposed to know?” he groaned. “I’m not a fucking mind-reader!” He reached out for Tallulah blindly and she swatted his hands away, making him pout even more.

“Well, how do you feel?” she continued, not letting herself be deterred. “Do you feel sick?”

“No!” he grunted out his answer, frustrated with the line of questioning. “I threw up once and now I can never live it down!” He turned to look at Tallulah, his dick in his hand, “I answered your question, now I get boobies. You fucking promised!”

She sighed and pulled her breasts out of the top of her tank top.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sherry asked, choosing that moment to return with food and water for their drunken husband. “And why is he naked?”

“It just sort of happened.” Tallulah shrugged, swatting at Negan’s hands yet again as he reached for her exposed breasts. “He said he doesn’t feel like he’s going to be sick.”

“That’s what he always says.” Sherry replied wearily. “Here,” she shoved a bottled of water at Negan, who let go of his penis to grab it. “Drink.”

He complied surprisingly easily, taking a few mouthfuls and then handing the bottle back. “Sherry, we’re starting a fucking band for the benefit concert,” he informed her with a smile. “Do you play any instruments? Other than the skin flute?” He laughed at his own joke and turned to Tallulah, “see, I made another joke about sucking dick. I’m on fucking fire tonight!”

Sherry just ignored what he was saying and handed him some crackers to eat. When he ate a couple she made him drink a few more sips of water and then put the bottle on his nightstand. “Do you need anything else? Are you going to be okay if we leave you to get some sleep?”

“Don’t fucking leave.” Negan whined. “I need sex. I told everyone I was going to get laid and I can’t be a fucking liar now, can I? What kind of leader would I be if I just sat around lying all the fuckity fucking time?”

Sherry glanced down at Negan’s flaccid penis and then back up to his face pointedly. “Oh, yeah.” he sighed, resigned to a broken dick for the rest of his life. 

“Good night, Negan.” Sherry pulled a sheet over him and walked over to the door. “If you need anything one of us will be outside.”

“Wait,” he called out, looking like a kicked puppy. “Lulu, can you come here for a second?”

Tallulah leaned over to see what he needed, brushing the hair back from his forehead as she waited for him to speak.

Quicker than a drunk man should be able to move he grabbed Tallulah’s breasts and squeezed them. “Honk honk!” he laughed, looking quite proud of himself.

She rolled her eyes and moved over to the door with Sherry. “Goodnight, Negan.” she said, leaving him still laughing in his bed.

When Sherry and Tallulah went back to the parlor Yvonne had reemerged from her room where she had be avoiding Negan’s drunken antics. “A bit handsy, was he?” she asked Tallulah.

“How’d you guess?” she replied dryly.

Yvonne smirked and looked pointedly at Tallulah’s chest. “Your breasts are hanging out of your top.”

Tallulah sighed and looked down. Yup, there they were. She had forgotten they were even out. She pushed them back into her shirt while taking a seat on the couch next to Yvonne. “Honestly, he was a bit much, but it wasn’t as bad as the two of you made it seem.”

“Oh, that wasn’t the bad part,” Sherry answered. “He’s a little extra annoying when he first comes in, but he’ll probably be passed out in ten minutes.”

“The bad part,” Yvonne picked up where Sherry left off. “is when he wakes up every two hours during the night either needing to pee or throw up or complain about wanting more to drink.”

“And worst of all,” Sherry added, “is when he finally wakes up for the morning with a hangover and snaps and complains about every little thing. The sun is too bright, his coffee is too cold, his eggs are too egg-y.”

“Oh,” Tallulah gulped, looking quite a bit more worried than she was before. That did not sound like fun and they were guaranteed to end up dealing with the hurt feelings of whoever ran afoul of Negan while he was in a mood. No one in the Sanctuary would be outwardly rude to them for fear of it getting back to Negan, but that didn’t stop people from saying stuff behind their backs and trying to get in a few petty slights. Then there were the people that seemed to view the wives as Negan’s secretaries, or as an extension of Negan. They complained to them if they couldn’t get to the boss man himself and there was bound to be plenty of complaining going on tomorrow.

“You can have first shift, Lulu.” Sherry clapped the younger woman on the shoulders and gave her a smile. “Just stay in the parlor and wait for him to yell.” she instructed. “I’ll be by later to relieve you and then you better get some sleep because we have quite the day ahead of us tomorrow.”

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