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hi, I’m Ani ☻ and I like to write × 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 fanfics about my favourite characters for fun :p (and it’s basically just Adam). Every word is dedicated to my beautiful girlfriend 🐇ˊˎ˗
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𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥
★ play god | angel 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 × dead 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (4/4) [!]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It didn’t happen very often, or at least seldom enough for Adam to forget that souls could go somewhere else that wasn’t as black and white as Hell and Heaven are. There is a dreadful grey part of the afterlife—the Purgatory.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ]
★ birds never sing in caves | angel 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 × female human 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (6/?)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After your boyfriend’s untimely death, as you try to find a place to hide from an upcoming storm, you find cover inside an occult store. It turns out that if you can strike up a conversation with the owner, she will be more than glad to show you all the cool stuff in the back, like, for example, a portal to the afterlife. Just your luck, because said contraption is powered by lightning. Want to see your recently deceased lover? Step right in!
That man was no angel, so when you teleport yourself to Hell while it's in an active battle against Heaven, you go straight to the little man in charge and ask him to bring your man back to life.
Witnessing such devotion and loyalty as your tiny human self stands up to the literal Devil from the Bible without an ounce of fear does something to the first man’s heart. And the best thing about this whole thing? Your ring finger looks awfully empty. Adam can fix that in exchange for the unconditional love you have for that unworthy sinner.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] ...
★ born to be beheaded | angel 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 × female sinner 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 × 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 (2/2) (cw: 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭) [!]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are a sinner in Hell, and you want to die—permanently. You own nothing, not even your soul, and struggle every day just to exist. That is why you view the annual exterminations as your only hope and the last pardon from God to sinners.
When the day comes and you lie down with an exorcist angel hovering above you, you accept your fate with a serene smile on your face. Finally, you will be free.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
But your executioner just had to be the first man himself.
Killing sinners when they want it is not as fun, which is why Adam presents you with a deal—your kind likes those, right?
He will kill you, but only if you are willing to listen to him spill everything that is weighing on his soul. Dead tell no tales, and Adam really needs someone to talk to.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: [ 1 ] [ 2 ]
★ wait until the next sunrise | dead 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐥 × archangel 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (1/1)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are one of the angels in Heaven, tasked with easing Abel into the new normal that is death and the afterlife.
★ moon, our only witness | little brother 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐥 × older sister 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (1/1) (cw: 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭) [!]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After your father’s death, Sera wants to assign Abel as the new commander of the Exorcists, but you are quick to object.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When your best friend gets a crush on a handsome stranger, you do what any good friend would do and stalk him for her. That is, until it backfires and you develop a crush on him, too.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ]
★ do you like haunted houses? | ghostface 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 × female 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (1/1) (cw: 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲) [!] collaboration with wife <3
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You get invited to a haunted house for a birthday party. Thankfully for you, your boyfriend works there as an actor, so you let him whisk you away. Things turn very nasty, very fast.
★ in the shadow of the altar | abbess (seraph) 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚 × prioress (exorcist) 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (1/1) [!]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A raging plague wipes out almost the entirety of Earth's population, and people have lost all hope in their God, leading the souls of speedily dying masses straight to the Pride ring. That doesn’t help with the already existing headache that is the overpopulation problem in Hell, so Sera, accompanied by one of Adam's exorcists, goes down to Earth to preach their faith.
But during their indefinite stay, the two women are faced with their own feelings towards one another.
★ rot takes root when you look away | dad 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 × older sister 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 × younger brother 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐥 (1/1) (cw: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭; 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭; 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦) [!]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Abel returns home for the holidays, only to discover that his oldest sister and their father have grown quite close—closer than they should be.
★ sweet blooded and I'm stranded, see if I can stand it | angel 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐥 × female 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (2/5)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Accused of being a witch, you are drowned, only to be sent to Heaven after death. Now you have to come to terms with being called evil all your life, but being in the good place after it. Although that doesn’t stop you from quite literally falling for a cute angel.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ]
★ the price of a story | stalker 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 × mute 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (1/?) (cw: 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭) [!]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are a published author struggling to write your next book. On top of that, and mounting piles of bills and eviction notice slips, it just so happens that you also got yourself a stalker. Fortunately, you and your book's main character have that in common, and as a method writer, you end up indulging the stalker. For the plot, of course.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: [ 1 ] ...
★ we deserve an epilogue. | 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 × female 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (2/4) co-written with my beloved wife <3
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: On your flight, you meet the most obnoxious man alive. It doesn’t get better when your plane crashes and you end up on an isolated island with him and other survivors. There are weird things going on in that place: there are no animals, the weather never changes, and people go missing.
At least you have your trusted, good friend Samael with you, who always keeps the spirits high and loves to wage psychological warfare against Adam. The fact that your survival partner is seemingly losing his mind is simply none of your business. Sooner or later you will be able to uncover the secrets of this island.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ]
When are you going to update I heard there's a chance at an afterlife and we deserve an epilogue?? I'm starved for Adam content😞😞
and i am starved for meaningful engagement with my writing, so what now?
while i do still like adam and won’t stop writing for him entirely, i did write 140 THOUSAND words for him in the span of a year, so maybe re read something. idk. the type of greed they speak of in the bible haha
there’s only so much fun in sending your writing out to the unresponsive void 😭 i also just wrote an adam thing last week. give me a break 😭 i know i write fast and a lot but my fuel is attention at the end of the day
omg also tainted womb is on the list to be updated next but i’m hardcore procrastinating that rn because i want a specific atmosphere in the new chapter and i have to force myself to do it good. so there is that
Summary: You have known Leland for a long, long time. Since you were neighbours, you kind of were stuck together. In this small town, you only had each other. After your father’s death, you are forced to leave and move in with your aunt.
Years later, you return to Blackwell with your husband and children. It wasn’t too surprising to have your husband and Leland work together, since both are police officers, but you are surprised to see that his affection for you has never faded.
Tags: Canon Divergence. Pre-Murkoff Era. Implied/Referenced Child Sexual Abuse. Implied/Referenced Physical and Emotional Abuse of Children. Obsessive and Possessive behaviour on Coyle’s side. Canon Typical Warnings Apply. Animal Cruelty. Coyle is Coyle. Coyle and Reader are both unwell and not good people. Suicidal ideation.
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“That is not how it works.” You have to hold back your laughter at your friend’s distressed face.
“It does!” Leland protested. He glared at you, his grey eyes matched the colour of the storm which started to brew above your heads. “When lightnin’ strikes and you’s in the bath, it goes through the pipes and shocks you!”
You bit down on your lip at seeing the distress on Leland’s face. He has always been scared of lightning, since you knew the boy, but his fear is starting to really take over now. “Boy, that does not mean you can just skip your baths! You stink!” You giggled at him. The dirt was practically painted on him at this point.
“Ugh, what do you even know? You’s just a stupid girl.” He crossed his skinny arms over his chest, looking away from you.
“Hey!” It was your time now to glare at him. “Watch yourself, I won’t help you with your homework anymore.”
Leland rested his head against a board of the fence. “I won’t need homework anyway! I will do real work, ya know?”
You couldn't help but scoff at that, “Yeah? Like what?”
“Join the army—” He then suddenly stood up. “Become the president!” He pumped his fist into the air.
You laughed at that. “The president still needs to be able to read and write, idiot.”
His stormy eyes stared you down. “Don’tcha call me idiot, bitch!”
“Bitch?! I will show you bitch, you jerk!” You screamed back at him, and now you also got back on your feet.
At your age, and since you were a few years older, you were bigger than Leland, which you easily could use to your advantage. You both didn’t stay on your feet for long; instead, your bodies crashed into the dusty ground as you both wrestled on the ground.
As you pressed his face into the ground, with you sitting on top of his back, you could hear both of your names being called. Both of you made eye contact, and as quickly as you could, you both scrambled back to your position.
With your pen and book in hand, you both pretended that you had just finished the homework you were assigned. The truth is that you both like to rush through your work, just so you can fool around more.
“Leland!” Mrs. Coyle practically screeched at her son. “Why are ya always so damn dirty?!” You watched as she roughly grabbed the boy by his arm, dragging him up. Paper and pen dropped to the floor as she dusted off her son’s clothes. She threw him back on the ground, as if he were just a sack of potatoes. “Pack up your things, you still have work to do.”
Your father was different, but horrible all the same. He didn’t even have to say anything, because you were packing up your things with a simple movement of his hands. You kept your eyes down as you pressed your books to your chest.
When you walked across the dirt road towards your house, you felt sweat run down your back. Summer was here, and the ground had never been so dry before.
Your father held the door for you to enter the house. You quickly took off your shoes, trying to stay out of the man’s way.
His voice was monotone as he spoke. “Your dress is dirty.” He started playing with the straps. “Take it off.”
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Your father was passed out on the couch, and he would not wake up till the morning. Carefully, you laced your shoes and opened the front door. Leland was already standing there, his eyes focused on the stars that shone above you two.
As Leland opened his mouth, you pressed a finger to your lips. He rolled his eyes, but kept quiet. With quick steps, you walked towards him, then he wrapped his hand around your wrist and started yanking you towards the road.
Once you felt safe enough, you decided to ask, “What is it? It better be something good, you practically threw boulders against my window!”
He turned his head to smile at you. His dark hair framed his face, and you felt yourself grow flustered, “There’s a body. We gonna poke it with a stick.”
“Body? Another rabbit?” You wondered out loud as you walked up the road towards the town. Both of your farms were located on the outside; the plains were suffocating you both. “Did you kill it?”
“Nah, that ain’t mah kill! Girlie, it is a body.” He emphasised the last word, making your brows furrow.
“Oh.” Realisation hit you. “What kinda body?”
“Some pathetic hooker. If you ask me, she goddamn asked for it.” Leland picked up his pace, tugging you along by your wrist. “C’mon, faster!”
You speed walked after him, and finally, you reached your destination. How Leland is always capable of sniffing out dead bodies and easy victims is beyond you, but he never fails to include you in it.
Leland was reckless in the way he went down the ditch beside the street. You watched the way he nearly tumbled down, but he somehow didn’t fall. He threw a look over his shoulder towards you, and then he held his hand out to you.
With a sigh, you grabbed his hand, carefully trying to go into the dig. Leland squeezed your fingers, and your eyes flickered up to his boyish face. And then, he suddenly pulled you down. You screamed in fear as you were in free fall for a second.
Your hand was still clamped around Leland’s, and you ended up yanking him down with you. Most of your fall was cushioned by your arm, and you weren’t in too much pain.
Leland lay on the ground with you, hand in hand. He started laughing hysterically, as if you just told him his mother died. “You look so fuckin’’ stupid when yer scared!”
You shook off his hand from your own. But Leland was quick to take your hand back into his, not letting go. “Let go!” You hissed at him.
“Pfff, no way! Can’t have you running off now, can I?” His voice was teasing, but he squeezed your hand so tightly together that you could feel the bones and tendons grind together.
“You really piss me off.” You grumbled at him. Your knees ached as you stood up, dusting off the dirt. It was especially hard to do with only one hand available to you.
“You came out here, could’ve just sent me on my merry way, but cha didn’t!” He yanked on your hand, making you walk a few feet into the ditch.
At this point, you wondered if he only lured you out here with the promise of a dead body to get you to some isolated era. There was no secret in what Leland does to animals and girls. It has started to become such a big problem that you have overheard the adults talking about sending him away.
You think that it is inevitable that one day, Leland will turn his twisted attention towards you.
“She’s here!” He pointed out a lump to you.
You had to squint your eyes to see. Finally, Leland let go of your aching hand, and you watched him stick his hand into his pants pocket. He fumbled for the flashlight and turned it on.
Ah, yes, that was a corpse. The light shining on it didn’t help. The skin was an unnatural pale, greyish colour. You could see bugs crawl around, devouring what they could.
You know how you are supposed to feel. There should be a feeling of disgust; you should feel some sort of empathy for the dead body before you. That was once a person with thoughts and feelings.
The truth is, you feel none of that. You feel intrigued, and so you take the stick Leland held out to you, and you start poking the flesh. Sometimes Leland would poke where you were exploring, making you roll your eyes.
“You wanna kiss her?” His voice had an edge to it.
“No. Do you?” You couldn’t help but feel curious about the contents of Leland’s mind.
“I wanna do much more than kissing.” He grunted out. Leland gave the body one last hit with his stick before he started to get bored. “But it ain’t fun if there is no struggle.”
You just hummed. “Can we go back?”
“Ughh, fine.” He groaned dramatically.
You both walked back before climbing back up the ditch. Leland went first, and he didn’t even struggle one bit. You tried to copy his movements, but you kept slipping on the grass, which was dusted with dew.
Leland held out his hand to you, and you glared at it. He was just going to push you down, you were sure of it. Just as you reached the top without help, you felt yourself slip again.
“Girl—” Leland cursed at you, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and pulling you up. “Shoulda let you drop down.”
You still whispered out a stressed-out thanks. Now, you could finally make your way back home. You waved goodbye to Leland as he dropped you off. You doubt that he will go back home.
Holding your breath, you opened the door. All the lights were still off, which was a good sign. Taking your shoes off, you made your way up the stairs. You have lived here all your life, so you knew which stairs would creak and which wouldn’t.
When you could reach your bedroom with your arm stretched out, you started to relax. Your fingers brushed over the door handle you were roughly pushed against the wall.
Fear grasped your heart as you stared into the cold eyes of your father. You squeezed your eyes shut as he raised his hand.
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You sat on the porch as you watched Mrs. Coyle discipline her son. He had killed another animal. This time it was a neighbour’s dog. When cats go missing once in a while, you can shrug it off, but not when it comes to dogs, cats, goats, calves, and chickens in that number. Leland seemed to want to eradicate anything living from these streets.
Mrs. Coyle raised her belt as she beat her son. You don’t think it has much effect on him. At least, not in the way she would like. You have seen Leland reach his hand to touch the electric fences on purpose. He seemed to find some sort of entertainment in it.
She scares him more when she touches him when he is in the bath, with the toaster right at the edge of the tube. You think that is where he gets his torture methods for the girls from.
You and Leland were hiding away in the long grass of the plains. It has been a few days now since you sneaked out, and your bruises still ache. Leland didn’t look much better than you, but neither of you would ever really talk about it.
While you were lying on the dusty ground, with your eyes closed as you tried to nap, Leland was pacing back and forth. He had a rusty, old machete in his hands, which he swung around. He kept muttering things under his breath, but you didn’t bother to listen to him. If he wants to talk to you, he will do so.
The blunt blade hit the grass, but it would not cut through the strands. Leland growled under his breath, finally turning to you. “I got mah ass handed to me ‘cause of animals you killed. Did you have to get rid of ‘em in my spot?! Showed ya that in confidence, by the fucking way.”
“Sorry.” You kept your eyes closed. “You could have just told her it was me.”
Leland scoffed, as if you just said the stupidest thing. “No? I ain’t no damn snitch.” He eyed your body. “You owe me.”
“Don’t I owe you, like, a gazillion favours?” Finally, you opened your eyes. Leland was already looking at you.
He just shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah? What, ya plannin’ on leavin’ town? Runnin’ from ya debt?”
“Ha, no. Pretty sure we will both die here.” You let your eyes flutter shut again.
You kept your composure when you felt Leland’s breath fawn over your face. Peaking past your eyelashes, you looked at Leland. He was lying beside you, positioned on his side so he could stare at you.
“Why would I ever let you die?” He was so close, you could feel his body warmth wash over your skin, seeping into your clothes.
“Sometimes, people just die.” You stretch your arms over your head and then turn to your side, staring back at Leland. “I think my father will kill me one day.” It was a fear you have held close to your heart for a long time now. Speaking it out loud made you feel like you were in the confession booth at church.
"We will just have'ta kill him first.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Your father was a big man, and Leland hasn’t even caught up to your height.
He frowned at you. “Don’t laugh!” Leland huffed out. “Besides, I might get drowned in the damn bath one day. You will have’ta avenge mah death.”
Reaching your hand out, you pinched his cheek. He still has his baby fat. “At least you can’t get pregnant. That is a real death sentence. Binding as hell.” You smile at him.
Storm-like eyes never left your face. You lay your head down on your arm. The sun was hidden behind a flock of clouds, and the winds started to pick up.
“Wake me when it is time to go home.” You tell Leland, who just grunted. One time, he just left you in the field, and you were woken up by the rain.
While you drifted off to sleep, you did not dream of anything. You were stuck in a state of emptiness, your mind never truly coming to rest. In the end, you were woken up by thunder rumbling through the sky.
Snapping your eyes open, you saw that Leland was fast asleep with you. Now, that was a rare sight. Unlike you, he suffers from chronic nightmares and terrors which haunt him through the night.
A lightning strike flashed over the darkened sky, making you blink your eyes in irritation. You should stay down, you are not the highest thing in these lands, so you should be safe.
As you sat up, your eyes trailed down to Leland, whose body was twitching. He looked like your dog when he had a dream, chasing after a ball with his legs moving wildly.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked up. Just in time for the thunder to reach both of your ears. He was quick to sit up, his eyes widening as he looked up to the sky.
More lightning, and you saw Leland flinch. You hold your hand out to him. “Hold me. I am scared.” You knew he would never admit to fear, so that was your best way to keep him company.
His hand clamped down on your own, and as always, he squeezed your fingers till they went numb. His other hand wrapped around your upper arm, pulling you close to him.
“Course you’s scared. Little girl.” In your mind, he was projecting on you, but what do you know?
Both of you watched lightning dance over the plains. The more you saw, the more Leland seemed to relax. He was fascinated by the display of raw strength from nature.
“Now that…is justice.” Leland whispered under his breath. “Jus’ God serving justice to the common folk.”
While Leland kept squeezing your bruises hidden under your clothes, you prayed that lightning would strike you down sooner than later.
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He was taller than you now. During one summer, he suddenly shot past you, leering down at your frame. Leland was not scared of lightning anymore, and you wondered what could possibly keep this young man in check.
It wouldn’t be you anymore, because they have finally sent him to some sort of military education. Leland assaulted a boy, forced him to his knees to lick his pecker, and that was it. Before he was sent to military school, you two used to hang out all day everyday. Now, you could only spend your time together during the breaks. But you did warn him that if he did not stop killing animals and touching people, he would be sent away. As always, he would not listen. At least he wrote you funny letters.
Both of you were on your bikes, on your way into town. You carried a bag full of books with you, which you intended to return to the library. What Leland has planned, he wouldn't share with you. He seemed to have found a taste for crime these days.
He brought you to the library, watching as you secured your bike. “When will you be done?”
“Uhm, I dunno.” You threw the bag over your shoulders. “Probably—”
Leland just interrupted you. “Just plant yer sweet ass here. I will come pick ya up. Don’t leave without me, got it?”
You rolled your eyes. “I will leave by myself if you make me wait too long.”
He narrowed his grey eyes at you. “I will hunt you down.”
“Okay? You already know where I live. I don’t feel really threatened right now.” You scratched your head. “Just don’t keep me waiting for too long, I have curfew.”
Leland threw his head back and groaned. “Yeah, yeah. Behave.” He pointed his finger at you to emphasise his words.
This just irritated you further, since he was always getting into trouble. You waved your hand at him and made your way up the steps to the library. Once you finished returning your books and searching for new ones, you sat outside. Planted on the steps, you were reading while waiting for Leland to return.
And return he sure did, a police officer was right by his side. You raised your eyebrow at Leland, who had a bruise blooming around his eye and blood dripping from his nose. Oh, dear.
But, he looked happy? He and the cop were laughing, the older man’s hand came down on Leland’s shoulder, patting him in the way a father would. Now, that really is odd. Leland never really gets along with authority that is not him.
There was another boy with them, your age. You recognise him, he is in your grade, and you have some classes together. He is a popular guy, at least you think you remember something like that. His father is a cop, and he must be the adult man with them.
You don’t talk at school. You don’t talk much in public in general. Words are rarely exchanged between you and your father, and you see no reason to talk to other people. Leland is the only person you really talk to. Sometimes you try to talk to the girls in your class or your teachers, but you always feel yourself clamping up. No sound would escape your throat.
This time is no different.
Your classmate’s eyes landed on you once the trio got closer. He raised his hand and waved at you. Slowly, you closed the book in your lap and shoved it into your bag. Before you realised it, all three of them were looking at you. How you regret not listening to what was going on. To your own defence, Leland talks so much that you have gotten really good at tuning him out.
“That your girlfriend?” Asked the officer with a friendly smile.
You just deadpanned at them. Dating was just part of a long list of things you were not allowed to do. Your father already doesn’t like Leland, for obvious reasons; you did not need your only friend to be gone because he wants to be girlfriend-boyfriend.
Besides, Leland likes sexy and pretty things, and that simply wasn’t you.
The officer laughed at the face you made and just turned back to Leland. “You’re a good kid. Don’t get wrapped in the wrong things, yeah? Stick around, we can give you a purpose.” You do not like the sound of that. The officer tilted his head towards you, “A good woman can really help you stay on track.”
Leland smiled, scratching the back of his head. “I got it. Friday, right? I will be there.” He seemed eager for that…meeting? That just screamed like bad news.
Finally, the cop and your classmate bid goodbye to you two. You didn’t speak, practically pressing your body against the stair railing, watching them leave. Leland didn’t seem fond of you watching someone else. He stepped in front of you and cut off your vision. All you could see now was him.
As always, he was close. A storm brewed behind his grey eyes. “You jealous?”
“Huh?”
“You don’t have’ta worry. I won’t forget ya when I become the leader of that gay get together.” He put his hands on his hips, straightening his back. “You'll be like a queen.”
“Regent or consort?”
“Wha?”
“Queen regent or queen consort?”
He blinked at you like a frog. “…regent.”
“Oh. Nice.”
Leland nodded at you in agreement, as if he knew what he said to you. Just like that, you both unlocked your bikes and went on your way back home.
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You were home alone for the weekend. It was close to Christmas, and there was a horrible snowstorm. Your father was stuck at your aunt’s place, and he will return in a few days.
All the doors and windows were locked, you had your dogs with you, and a gun in every room. You were safe. The danger has left the house. Still, you had a hard time settling down.
Your bedside table lamp was on, the light soft and warm. You kept your eyes focused on your book, trying to lose yourself in the story. It didn’t seem to work, and with a frustrated sigh, you put your book down.
Climbing out of your bed, you went for the loose board in your floor. You dug out your cigarettes and lighter, which you kept hidden from your father. As you lit up your cigarette, you walked over to your window and unlocked it. You really didn’t need your room to be filled with smoke.
Just as you rested your elbow on the windowsill, a rock hit you right in the forehead. Your hand flew to the spot between your brows, and you yelped.
“Shit!” Leland whisper shouted.
Tears stung your eyes. As if you haven’t had enough bruises in your lifetime. “Motherfucker!” You yelled down to Leland, slamming your window shut. Your cigarette was dropped in the garden, and you mourned over it.
You made your way down the stairs, searching for a rag in the kitchen. Glaring at yourself in the hallway mirror, you carefully cleaned the small wound that was left.
There was a knock on the back door. You rolled your eyes. That asshole sure was stubborn. You brushed your bangs back over your forehead to hide your little injury.
Another set of knocks, this time more urgent, sounded through the house. One of these days, you will choke Leland out, just like you did when you were children. But he is stronger and taller than you now, and he wouldn’t hesitate to return to favour, so you will have to find a non-violent way to get your revenge.
Eh, if you have to open the back door, you might as well go out in the garden to smoke with Leland. Your dogs were hot on your tail, their nails scratched against the floor as they dutifully followed after you.
The door handle was giggling impatiently, and you slammed your hand against the door. Then, you unlocked it as you lit up your cigarette.
You came face-to-face with Leland, who looked concerned. Now that was irritating you, considering he rarely worries about anything besides himself. “Are you okay?”
Furrowing your brows, your eyes flickered behind Leland, and you saw a group of boys behind him. You were quick to snap the door shut. Leland was faster, wedging his combat boots in between the door frame.
He just acted concerned to have a good image of himself in his social group, which isn’t a surprise. Leland has a temper, and he is awful, but he has charisma. He can easily talk his way out of shitty situations.
“Go away.” You hissed at him through the gap in your door. You cannot believe you were ready to share your cigarettes with him.
Leland just smiled at you, as if you were some scared, feral animal. “C’mon, sweetness, open the door. Did I hit yer head too hard?” You opened your mouth to send him away again, but Leland interrupted you. His voice was quieter, colder.“Hey. You owe me.” His grey eyes practically pierced your soul.
You pressed your lips together. Then you kicked your leg out and got Leland away from the door, and you closed it again. Rubbing your hands over your face, you sighed.
You opened a drawer and shoved the revolver into the pocket of your cardigan, which covered your nightgown. You slipped into your father’s slippers and opened the door.
The boys seemed to be discussing when you looked at them. Leland turned around, very pleased to see you follow his order. You stepped forward, closing the door behind you. Crossing your arms, you waited for Leland to talk.
“I didn’t know you lived ‘round here.” Came a familiar voice. Your classmate, and who Leland was with at the library. He smiled at you, shifting on his feet.
You just blinked at him. You don’t talk at school, so you don’t get why he has to speak to you now. Can’t he get the hint since you already ignore him in class?
All you could do was turn back to Leland. Your dogs avoided him. They could probably smell the evil on him. You watched the boys pet the dogs, who happily wagged their tails.
“Why do you have to bring a horde of men to my door?” You whispered to Leland.
He plucked the cigarette from your lips and took a drag from it. “Relax. Just need some—”
“I am so sorry, we are intruding on you at this late hour.” Your classmate joined the conversation, shuffling closer to you.
You practically gritted it out through your clenched teeth, your voice fighting through your nerves. “It’s fine.”
A breathy laugh left his lips. “This is the first time I have heard you speak.”
Leland narrowed his eyes at his friend, dropping his fake friendly demeanour. You practically feel irritated right now. Going through your hair with your hand, you went to glare at your classmate, whose name you couldn’t even bother to remember.
“So you don’t know where I live. You never heard me speak. And you still drop love letters in my locker? Don’t talk to me if you do not know me.” Your voice cracked as you forced yourself to speak. “Gimme back my cig!” You snatched the cigarette out of Leland’s mouth.
If looks could kill, your classmate would be dead from Leland glaring daggers at the guy. You took drags from your cigarette, your hands felt sweaty, and your foot kept tapping against the floor. It was cold outside, and you could feel your toes start to freeze, close to falling off.
Your classmate was stuttering around, a deep blush dusted over his face. He was quick to step back, obviously embarrassed. He joined back in with the others, petting your dogs.
Leland’s eyes never left the other boy. “He is so fuckin’ dead.”
“Leland, why are you here? Please, just leave. I don’t like a group of guys lurking around while I am home alone.” You grabbed his arm, trying to get him to look at you.
His eyes flickered to you. “We wanna burn something—oh, look at that smug, dumbass face. Letters? What kinda letters?” He got distracted fast.
“You need, like, kerosene?” You tried to get him back on track.
Leland wrapped his hand around your wrist, squeezing till you had to hold back a whimper of pain. “Answer my goddamn question.”
“I don’t read ‘em! I just throw them out, so I don’t know.” You tried to get his grip off of you. “I read one and hated it.”
Leland searched your face for any lies. He seemed pleased not to find any. “Yeah, we need something like kerosene.”
You hummed, “There’s some lighter fluid in the tool shed. I can grab the keys—”
Leland was fast in hauling you back inside the house. You struggled to keep up with his long legs. He closed the door behind you two once you were back inside. You mourned after your left behind dogs, who started whining and scratching at the door.
“Give me the keys. I will get the stuff, then I'll give ‘em back to you.” His eyes roamed all over your body. “Don’t go outside again. Why the fuck would you even open the door dressed like that.”
You looked down at your nightgown, which reached your ankles, with your thick cardigan, which practically swallowed you whole. “What is wrong with my clothes?”
“They are provocative!” Leland’s hands flew around while blurting that out. “That should count as public indecency.”
Leland was an unreasonable guy, but now he was talking crazy even for his standards. “…Are you okay?”
“No! How can I sleep at night, when other guys are fuckin’ allowed to—to look at you.” He turned his anger towards you. “You are ready to whore yourself out to any guy who passes by.” At least Leland had the decency to regret his choice of words.
“I am a whore, you kiss your mother with that mouth, so I think we make pretty good friends.” You kept your emotions to yourself. There truly wasn’t anything Leland could say about you that you haven’t thought about already.
Leland dragged his hands over his face. “Give me the damn keys.”
“I will need ‘em back.” You sighed out. Making your way around, you got the keys and handed them to Leland.
He stood by the back door, his hand on his belt. Leland gladly took the keys. “Lock the door.”
“I always do.”
“Don’t talk to guys.”
“That include you?”
“Don’t sass me, sweetheart.” Leland scratched his chin. “Seriously. Don’t talk to other guys, or I will have to drop their bodies in the ditch.”
“Get out of my house.”
Leland opened the door, and your dogs tumbled in. He closed the door behind him, disappearing into the night. You were quick to lock the door, going back to your bedroom.
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You sat in church with your father, Leland and his own parents. The seat was uncomfortable as always, and you could feel Jesus stare into your soul from his cross. Cold sweat ran down your neck as you kept your eyes focused on the Bible, trying to ignore your sins crawling up your back.
Your classmate is also in the church, but he has not looked your way once. His eyes flickered to Leland once, and he hasn’t been on the same side of the church since. There was no use in wasting your energy thinking about it.
Kneeling down, you clasped your hands together as you prayed. You don’t have to open you eyes to know that Leland was looking at you, while everyone else was praying.
You moved your lips as you silently mouthed out your prayer.
Dear Lord, please kill me. Let me die. Let me trip on a stone, allow me to fall asleep in the bathtub, I want the car to crash, I could choke on my food. There are so many ways for me to die, pick a kind one, please.
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Leland keeps harassing the cattle with the cattle prod. When he feels especially electrified, he likes to chase you across the pasture with it. You cannot say you are fond of that.
You climbed over the fence, trying to lose him in the barn. He was hot on your tail, his laughter echoed in your mind, spurring you on.
“Leland!” You yelped out, tripping over a rock, but you were able to catch yourself. “Leave me alone!”
“Sweetness, c’mon! Stay still, will ya!” He seemed euphoric.
Suddenly, you were tackled to the ground. Before Leland could fully pin you down on the ground, you were able to roll onto your back. He sat down on your legs, and the cattle prod was abandoned somewhere.
Leland wrapped his hands around your face and smashed his lips against yours. Your brain struggled to keep up with the speed at which everything was going. He pressed his tongue into your mouth, and then he decided to just bite down on your lower lip. You yelped, and he forced his tongue in.
He stopped the kiss, pressing his nose into your neck, and he inhaled your scent. Leland’s teeth sank into your skin, making you whimper. You didn’t have to ask him what was happening, because you knew it all from home already.
His tongue pressed against the bite mark in a sort of sick apology. “I have been thinking.” Leland mumbled against your throat. When Leland starts thinking, it usually ends badly for you. “Since I hate seein’ you with anyone else, we should just get married. It has been buildin’ up to it anyway. But, how can we get married with all these fuckin’ obstacles? You just gotta get pregnant, sweetheart. Otherwise, we will never get our parents’ blessin’!”
Now you started to struggle against his grip. You can accept Leland raping you, you know what he is at the end of the day, but you don’t want to get pregnant. The thought makes you feel sick.
“Stop it.” You tried to shake him off, but it had little effect on his bigger body.
“Al’ight, sweetness, I don’t wanna hurt you too much. So, you better stop that.” His hand slid under your shirt, grabbing at your tit.
“Leland—” You tried again, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt his hard dick press into your pelvis.
The back of his hand connected with your cheek, making your head snap to the side. Tears gathered in your eyes. “Fuckin’ look at me!” Leland huffed out. “You can never leave, don’t even try retreating into your mind.”
You took in a deep breath, looking into Leland’s wild eyes. Taking his face into your hands, you pulled him down, kissing your assaulter. He easily took the bait, melting into your touch.
Leland had settled between your legs, his hands pressing down on your shoulders to keep you down. You wrapped your legs around his waist, making him happily hum.
He really didn’t expect you to flip you both around. Leland looked confused and dazed as you sat in his lap; his lips were kiss-bruised. You slammed your elbow into his face, and his nose made a sick crunching noise under the pressure.
Leland’s hands flew to his face, holding his bleeding nose. He threw curses and insults at you as you scrambled off his lap. It didn’t help much. He wrapped his hand around your ankle and made you slam into the ground.
He was quick in crawling back on top of you. Blood dripped on you as he had a wicked smile on his face. “That is why I like you best. Make me work for it, baby.”
Your hand searched around the ground and wrapped around a rock. You could feel the sharp edge dig into your palm, like a blade. Leland fiddled around with his zipper when you struck him down.
The stone scraped against his collarbone, skin split open under the force. Leland screamed, and you smashed the rock against the side of his head. He lay on the floor, bleeding from his chest, nose and head.
You pushed yourself away from his body. Is he dead? Did you accidentally kill him? His eye snapped open, staring you down. You didn’t look back when you ran back home, the rock left behind with Leland’s body.
Leland slowly sat up. He shakes his head, and a pleasant pain radiates all through his body. He watched you run away, his hand pressed against his chest wound, and he groaned. You were truly the apple of his eye; who else would be so much fun to chase around?
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He keeps trying to get back on your good side. Leland hasn’t succeeded yet. You doubt he has stopped thinking about that weird plan of his. He was stubborn like that.
Leland swung the cattle prod around, as if he were a sword fighter. He kept loitering around your backyard, which your father hates. They have a cat-and-mouse relationship, where your father keeps chasing him off, and Leland just comes back a few minutes later. That he hasn’t been shot yet is surprising.
“Die! Die, commie scum!” Leland grunted out, his cattle proud, hitting the tree.
You sat on the porch, reading your book. Leland plopped down beside you, spreading his legs apart and knocking your knees together.
“Whatcha readin’?” He asked, as his hands fumbled for his cigarettes.
You simply raised the cover, showing Leland the title. He just grunted in confirmation. You haven’t spoken to him in a few weeks, communicating the same way you do with your father.
Leland’s fingers played with strands of your hair as you continued reading. “Yer gonna talk to me again?”
You didn’t even bother glancing at him.
Leland put the cigarette to his mouth and lit it up. He held out the pack to you, but you declined with a shake of your head. Leland rested his head on the headrest of the bench and just looked at you. His eyes trailed over all the curves and slopes on your face, making you feel flustered.
His finger poked your cheek as he spoke. “On the radio, they said there will be a thunderstorm over the plains later in the evening. Wanna watch with me, honey?”
Leland has been copying the pet names his mother uses. You have always wondered which plays a bigger role in creating someone like him: nature or nurture? Did his mother start assaulting him, causing him to lash out, or has he been hurting animals and people before that? He wouldn’t tell if you asked him; there was no use in musing over useless what-ifs.
You sighed out. “…Sure.” Giving in was inevitable. Who else could you hang out with? Besides, you want to ask him for a favour.
A smile lit up his face. “I will be knockin’ on that window, then!” Before Leland could talk more, the door opened, and your father didn’t even say anything; he just started swinging the broom at Leland. Your friend was faster, scrambling away with the cattle prod in hand.
Once the sun settled, you waited outside for Leland. Raindrops were already starting to fall, and in the distance, you could hear thunder rumble. You saw Leland walk up to your property, and you walked towards him.
He already looked excited, and he looked especially happy to see you. His arm wrapped around your waist as he tugged you along. Leland likes standing in the fields to watch the storms. They might be empty right now, but it was still a nice spot.
The sky lit up for a second, making your breath stutter. You wonder how dangerous watching the storm is. What are the chances of being hit by lightning?
You reached your lookout spot. It wasn’t too far away from both of your houses, but there was enough distance that nobody could easily spot you two. You plopped down on the ground. Leland was right beside you. His arm brushed against your own.
Both of you let the lightning and thunder wash over you. The rain was beating down on you both, practically soaking your jacket. Leland had his neck craned, looking up into the sky. You watched him till he tilted his head towards you.
Leland inched closer to you, and you let him. His hand reached out towards you, cupping the nape of your neck. Leland’s fingers brushed over your cold skin, and he leaned in. His lips brushed over your wet lips, and you let your eyes flutter shut.
You twisted your hands into Leland’s jacket as he kissed you. He was much gentler than last time. You could feel him smile into the kiss, as both his hands wrapped around your neck. His hold was loose, fingers resting on your pulse point.
“Leland.” You muttered against his lips. He happily hummed. You discontinued the kiss, causing Leland to glare at you. His hand pushed against your neck, trying to pull you back into a kiss, but you resisted.
You put your hands on Leland’s shoulders as you climbed on his lap. His body tensed up under you, and his hands tightened their grip on your neck. “It’s jus’ me.” You whispered into the night.
He nodded his head, forcing his body to relax. “It’s just you.” Leland mirrored your words. He dropped his hands from your neck, putting them on your knees. You felt him pull up your night gown, his hands glided up your thighs, till he pinched your ass.
With a sigh, you yanked Leland’s hands away from you. You put his hands back around your neck. “Can you do me a favour?” You batted your eyelashes at him.
“What’cha need, sweetness?” Leland’s eyes were focused on the cleavage of your nightgown.
“Can you kill me?” You gently asked. Leland tried to pull his hands out of your grasp, but you did not let him.
“Fuck off. You are supposed to be with me, not fuckin’ die.” He seethed through his teeth.
You felt tears sting your eyes as you pleaded. “Please, Leland. I’m too weak to do it myself, and I trust you. I want you to have my body. Don’t let it rot with him.”
Leland’s thumb dug into your pulse point, feeling the fluttering under his tense touch. “Can you at least try runnin’ away with me, before I kill yer suicidal ass?”
You dropped your head to his broad shoulder and shook your head. “I’m so tired.” Is all you can mumble out.
Leland shifted under you, his hand buried itself into your hair. “It ain’t that bad.” Raising your head to deadpan at Leland, you tried to crawl off his lap. His free arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you trapped against his chest. “Watch the storm with me, c’mon.”
He pressed his cheek against yours, as you both looked out at your houses. You breathed through your despair. You could drown yourself in the bathtub. Maybe take a blade and rip open your veins. You just need to gather the courage.
Another lightning strike crawled over the sky, making you flinch because immediately after, thunder followed. You were right below the storm. The rain has picked up its intensity, drowning you both.
It didn’t take long for another thunderbolt to appear; this time, it hit your house.
Leland chuckled in delight. His hands wandered over your back, keeping you down. The night was illuminated by a fire spreading from the roof, eating its way down the walls.
“Holy shit.” You breathed out, trying to get out of Leland’s lap.
“Don’t—” He tried to stop you, but you slapped his grip off and ran towards your house.
Even with the rain and the wind, the fire started spreading fast. Your feet got stuck in the mud as you ran as fast as you could. Your lungs burned, and the rain made it hard to see. Leland was right behind you.
You stood before your burning home. The heat of the flames radiated towards you, even though you were a few feet away. The light burned your eyes, especially with the stark contrast of the night.
Your eyes landed on the bedroom window of your father. He must be sleeping. Would the smoke kill him before the flames burned his flesh? Could he survive this? Can you get into the house and burn with him.
With a whimper, you stumbled forward. You could get inside and save the pictures of your mother. You don’t have much left of her.
Leland forced you to turn towards him, a strict expression on his face. “Don’t get inside! What the fuck is the matter with you!?”
“I have to—”
“Have to what?! Leave me? You want to leave so fuckin’ badly!” Leland’s hand clamped around your jaw, pulling you towards him. “Maybe I should choke you out. At least dead you would stay here.”
Your eyes flickered behind Leland, and you could see his parents approach you two. You shake his hand off, giving him a sign to look behind.
Mrs Coyle wrapped her bathrobe around herself as she stared at the fire. “We called the fire station, honey. They should be here soon. Where is your father?”
“..Inside.” You just looked the house up and down.
Your eyes rested on the upper floor windows, and you saw a hand beat down against the window, sliding down. Nausea washed over you. He is dying. Finally. You will miss him. You hate him deeply.
“I have to sit down.” You sniffled, wiping away confusing tears.
Everything passed by in a blur, and when you try to remember the events of that night years later, you always mess up the details. All you remember was Leland, your aunt picking you up, and your friend never responding to your letters.
When you return to Blackwell, Leland would tell you that his mother burned them, so he could not answer you. Maybe if you had kept in touch over the years, you would have gotten married to him instead.
Summary: The guy you hook up with doesn’t want you to return any favours, which is crazy, because you love sucking dick. Adam just seems obsessed with making you come, just for him to leave. Any attempt at sneaking your hands down his pants gets immediately warded off. Finally, you decide to confront him, and he shares some facts about his body. Specifically, the region below the belt.
Trans Masc! Adam x Fem! Reader
Tags: Alternative Universe: College. Adam is a trans guy with top surgery and no bottom surgery. Porn with Plot. Oral Sex. Tribbing. Slight Age Gap between Adam and Reader (He is a freshman, she a junior). Adam suffers from internalised transphobia. Underage drinking.
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Truly, never before in your life have you gotten such good head. At some point, you were sure you had left this realm. When Adam brushed his teeth against your clit, you were brought back to life.
You had your hands tangled in his soft brown hair, tugging on the strands. He for sure had pretty eyes. Melted gold was wrapped around his pupil, staring right at you. With the intensity he was looking at you, you were afraid to be dropped into the burning colour.
Adam kept his lips wrapped around your clit, and he sucked. You threw your head back, burying yourself further into your pillows. With a sob, you yanked Adam closer to you. When it came to Adam, you just felt greedy. You wanted more, more, more, until he would be sucked dry.
Your hips jerked out of your control, grinding into Adam’s nose. You could practically feel yourself drip down his face. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let your orgasm wash over you. All you could do was moan as your muscles jerked and finally relaxed.
You whined as Adam sat up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. There was a grin on his face. Reaching your hand out, you grabbed his T-shirt and pulled him to you. He let you lead him, pressing your lips against his.
Adam pushed his tongue into your eager mouth. You could taste yourself, and you moaned into his mouth. Adam disconnected the kiss, just for him to press his lips against your cheek, and then your neck.
You let your hands explore, going from his shoulders to his chest and finally resting on his crotch. Just as your fingers wrapped the zipper, Adam was quick to wrap his hands around your wrist and simply guided your hand back to your own body.
And then, he jumped off your bed. “Welp! I got band practice, babe. Same time on Sunday?”
You bit down a frustrated groan, trying to get a glimpse at Adam’s crotch, but failing. “Why don’t you stay? C’mon, Adam.” All you could do was whine. Can’t even catch print with this guy.
“That’s what Sunday is there for, baby. Unless you're busy—” He simply shrugged his shoulders as he slipped into his shoes, and he left on your bedroom floor.
“I am not busy!” You burst out. Then, you narrow your eyes. “Take off your pants.”
Adam smiled, “Desperation does not suit you.” He winked at you. “I really gotta run. It's kind of cute, though, how much you want me. I will text you, yeah?”
With that, he left. At this point, Adam knows his way around your apartment better than you do. You groaned into your pillow. This guy just pisses you off. He won’t take off his shirt, he won’t take off his pants. The mystery just intrigues you more. What is he hiding? A micro penis, maybe? You wouldn’t even care that man has a magic tongue; he can have the smallest dick in the world, and it would not matter to you.
Usually, your regular hook-ups do not live rent-free in your head like this, but you just like Adam. You like how he looks, how he smells, his laugh and his stupid, idiotic jokes, too. You might have a crush on the guy.
Whatever. No use in losing your mind over a man; all you could do was wait for him to text you.
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You sat on Adam’s bed as you waited for him to get back from the bathroom. His room was messy, but comfortable. Most of the time, you two just hook up at your place, but your roommate had a study group there, and you could not keep your mouth shut when Adam had his fingers buried inside of you.
With a sigh, you looked around. Getting up, you started to just walk around. Curiosity got the best out of you, and you started snooping. His desk had little to no hints; it was just filled with papers and notes.
Maybe he was just deeply insecure, that’s why he won’t take his clothes off? Eh, he has such a big ego. Adam was a big fat guy, but he never seemed bothered by that. As a matter of fact, he likes being bigger than other people.
You continued to his closet. It was closed, but you could already see clothes sticking out. Opening the wooden door, you came eye to eye with a mess. Most of his clothes were just thrown in there without a care in the world.
A top stood out to you. You picked up the black piece of clothing. It seemed like a compression top of sorts, like a sports bra, but more solid. You had a hard time categorising the item of clothing. For what would Adam use it?
“The fuck are you doing?” Speak of the devil. You quickly dropped the top. Adam was behind you, his hand on the closet door, which he was quick to slam shut.
Turning around, you looked Adam in the eyes. He might be trying to intimidate you with his size, but you weren’t one to back down. Raising your chin, you didn’t let the fact that he was caging you in with his arms bother you.
“Snooping, obviously.” You casually answered.
Adam raised a brow at your brazen answer, shaking his head. “Mind your own fucking business. Before I kick your ass out.”
You wrapped your hands around a belt loop on Adam’s pants and yanked him closer. Batting your eyelashes, you pouted at Adam. “I just wanna suck your dick, Adam. Pretty please?”
He frowned. “You should leave.”
“The hell did I do?!” You threw your hands up.
Adam turned away, dragging a hand over your face. “Why can’t you just enjoy what we got and just fucking leave it be?” He sat down on the edge of his bed, legs spread.
With a sigh, you walked towards Adam. You stood between his legs, hand resting on top of his head. You let your nails scratch over his scalp. Adam sighed, pressing his cheek against your stomach, then he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Maybe we should stop seeing each other.” You wonder out loud.
Adam practically flinched at the suggestion. “What? Just ‘cause I tried to kick you out? I didn’t really mean it, you know that, baby.”
You rolled your eyes. “No.” You were kind of embarrassed to admit to it, but it was better than suffering through the unknown. “I have a crush on you. Sorry for the snooping. I really should leave.”
Adam just wrapped his arms tighter around you. “Aww, you like like me, that is why you went looking through my shit?”
“Shut up.” You tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let you.
“You wanna date me?” He looked up at you, smiling happily. “Lil ‘ol meeeeee?”
“I will hit you.” You threatened Adam.
He finally unwrapped his arms and leaned back on the bed. His hands are behind his back as he rested his weight on them. Adam couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “We can date, if you wanna.”
You tilted your head at him. “Adam, you cannot even take your shirt off around me. What makes you think we can date?”
You didn’t know that much about Adam, outside of his college life and activities. He doesn’t talk about High school, or anything that happened before he went to college. His socials were practically wiped clean; anything he had posted was made this year.
This year, you helped out with freshman orientation. That is how you met Adam, who was quick to join an obnoxious frat. After a few drinks, Adam was able to get you to spread your legs, and you have been sleeping with him ever since. Most of the time, you just use the alcohol as a cheap excuse; you immediately wanted Adam when you saw him for the first time.
Adam pouted at you. He went through his wild hair with his hands. “Its just—” He stopped himself.
You simply waited for Adam to speak again. It wasn't like him to just shut up. You were sure there was a certain word count he needed to hit a day, or else he dies.
He let his back hit the mattress. “I wish you fucking knew me from back then, so we wouldn’t have to fucking talk about it.” His hand covered his eyes. “You can keep a secret, yeah?”
Oh, so he did have a micro penis. That is fine. “Of course! I do not suck and tell!” You nodded your head to emphasize your point. With a hum, you lay down beside Adam, as he avoided eye contact.
Adam took in a deep breath. “I am trans.”
“You want to be a woman?”
“No! The other fucking around!” Adam turned his head to glare at you.
“Okay.” You let a beat pass, waiting for more to come, but when the silence settled, you realised that was it. “Wait, that is it? Man, and I thought it would be, like, super…I don’t know. More dramatic. I was expecting micro penis, honestly.”
“I would not have a fuck ass micro dick!” Adam measured out a size between his hands that seemed comically large. “If I were cis, I would have a minimum of 10 inches!”
“10?! I would not sleep with you if you had a 10-inch— that’s a weapon that needs a license, actually.” You shook your head with a smile.
“You are right, it would be more like 12 inches.” Adam turned on his side, so he was facing you. He rested his head on his palm. “So, we are cool, right?”
“Yeah, Adam, don’t worry. I won’t tell. Besides, you don’t have to worry too much. You aren’t in some small town from the south anymore; this is a big city, you know? I have gay and trans friends and everything.” You raised your fist. “Proud ally.”
Adam wrapped his hand around your fist, brought it to his lips and kissed your fingers. You looked into his eyes, “Can you take your clothes off now?”
His shoulders shook as he laughed at your request. “Only if you take yours off fir— damn.”
Before Adam was able to finish his sentence, you quickly slipped out of your skirt. You just let it drop to the floor, and then you pulled your shirt off over your head. Since you didn’t bother with a bra, you were left in your panties.
You threw a glance at Adam. “What are you waiting for?” You huffed at the fact that he was still dressed.
Adam chuckled, “You are so bossy, baby.” He finally started to undress. At first, he took off his shirt, then his jeans.
While Adam was throwing clothes onto the floor, you threw yourself onto his pillows. They smelled like Adam, and you buried your nose into the soft cotton. Rolling back to lie on your back, you spread your legs and made a come-hither motion with your finger.
You knew Adam loved taking your panties off for you. He still had his boxers on as he crawled towards you. “You look pretty like this, baby. I think we need to meet up at my apartment more often. I like having my things in one place.” Adam purred as he settled in between your spread thighs.
“I will stay wherever, as long as you make me come.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, guiding him down to meet your lips.
Adam crashed his lips into your own. He pressed his tongue against your lips, asking you to open your mouth. And you did. Adam entangled his tongue with your own. His hands wrapped around your tits, pinching your nipples.
You moaned into Adam’s mouth. You could feel him smile into the kiss. Carefully, you let your hands glide around Adam’s shoulders. Adam stopped the kiss and started to leave kisses on your neck. He started to suck marks into your skin.
With a sigh, you tangled your fingers into his hair. His skin was a nice tan, olive colour. He licked a strip down to your tits. You arched your back towards Adam, trying to get more stimulation from him.
Adam sucked on your nipple, as you whined at the feeling. Like electricity was being shot through your spine, into your chest. You clenched around nothing as you felt your underwear get wet.
He made his way down from your chest to your clothed pussy. Adam hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and gently pulled them down. The fabric stuck to your wet pussy, and when Adam threw the piece of clothing to the ground, you felt yourself twitch at the feeling of cold air hitting your pussy.
You watched as Adam lowered his head, pressing a kiss to your pulsing clit. His tongue glides over your folds. “Adam!” You whined out, dragging Adam back up.
He raised his pierced eyebrow at you in confusion. “What is it, baby? You wanna stop?”
“No! Don’t stop.” You glared at him. “I just really want to touch you.” You finally were able to get a good look at his upper body. He had a nice, soft chest. You could see old scars below his pecs. Reaching your hands out, you let your hand glide over his skin. A shudder went through Adam’s body.
You pulled at Adam’s thick chest hair, making him slap your hand away while you giggled. Licking your lips, you let your fingers wrap around the waistband of his boxer shorts, tugging impatiently. You could see hair peak out from beyond the underwear, a happy trail growing up to his belly button.
“If you keep begging like that…” Adam trailed off.
Sighing, you batted your eyelashes at him. “Please, daddy?”
“Fuuuck, you really know what I like to hear, huh?” Adam then pushed his boxer shorts off his hips.
The sight made your mouth practically water. You could see how slick was smeared over the inside of Adam’s thighs. Adam truly gave a new definition to bush. He had coarse, thick, dark hair sprinkled all over his body, including his pussy. Adam threw his boxers over his shoulder.
“Spread your legs.” Adam’s voice was husky with lust. You eagerly followed the order, spreading your thighs apart for Adam.
You watched as Adam shifted around. He threw his left leg over your own, while he shuffled his right one below yours. He wrapped his hands around your waist, keeping you in position. Adam carefully lowered his weight onto you. You felt his t-dick press against your clit, and you gasped at the foreign feeling.
You wrapped your hands around Adam’s wrists to keep yourself grounded. “More.” Your cunt grounded into Adam’s.
“Greedy.” Adam teased you. He rolled his hips into yours. A moan tumbled out of Adam’s mouth.
With a happy hum, you let your head fall back into the pillows. Adam leaned his big body over you, putting more pressure on your pussy. He planted his mouth on your own, and you let his tongue brush over your lips.
You felt a wave of heat flush over your body. Your skin prickled under the cold air as Adam’s warm body was draped over you, like a heavy blanket. He continued to press into you, as you felt your clit twitch under his touch.
The air smelled of sex and pleasure. You wrapped your arms around Adam’s neck, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He gladly let you. Tugging on his hair strands, you let Adam continue to rub against your fluttering pussy.
Adam stopped the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. His breathing was heavy. “You like sucking, baby?”
You eagerly nodded your head. “Yes, yes.”
A hand left your hips, Adam pressed his fingers against your wet lips. You enthusiastically opened your mouth. He pushed the pads of his fingers against your tongue. You were quick to wrap your lips around his fingers, letting your fingers glide around his digits.
Adam pushed his fingers further in, making you choke. He grinned down at you, his eyes were sparkling. “Your pussy is nice ‘n soft, sweetheart. I could rub against it all fucking day.”
You sharply inhaled at the feeling. All you could do was let your hips go wild, meeting Adam’s thrust desperately. The familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching washed over you. Adam buried his nose into your cheek, his needy gasps going straight into your ear.
As pleasure buzzed through your body, you bit down on Adam’s fingers. He moaned at the feeling, thrusting his fingers into your mouth. Your moans were muffled by his thick fingers. As an apology for the bite, you let your tongue drag over the bite marks.
“You close, babe?” Adam asked, his breath fanning over your sweaty skin.
You nodded your head. With a groan, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and dug your nails into his skin. Your free hand grabbed Adam by his hips, pulling him in closer to you. Letting your eyes flutter shut, you focused on the feeling on your clit, and the fingers pressed against your tongue.
With your eyes squeezed shut, you felt yourself cum. Adam moaned, his fingers slipping out of your mouth, as he wrapped his hands around your waist. He squeezed your soft skin, rutting into you at an intense speed. The overstimulation made stars burst below your eyelids.
“Fuck, baby. I will come inside you, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Adam groaned, his movements turned sloppily. He bit down on his lower lip as his body shivered.
Your pubes were entangled, and Adam carefully untangled you two. You were connected by a string of slick. Adam lay down beside you, his arm dropped over his face as he tried to catch his breath.
You were quick to cuddle up to Adam. Resting your head on his chest, you threw your leg over his hips. Adam wrapped his arm around you, his hands brushing over your sticky skin. You twirled your finger around Adam’s chest hair.
“So…” You were practically singing. “When can I suck your dick?”
Adam was quick to cover your mouth with his hand. “Shhhhhhut up for once. Be happy you got this much.”
You giggled, pushing Adam’s hand away and nuzzling into his neck. There was always time for this another time.
Summary: The guy you hook up with doesn’t want you to return any favours, which is crazy, because you love sucking dick. Adam just seems obsessed with making you come, just for him to leave. Any attempt at sneaking your hands down his pants gets immediately warded off. Finally, you decide to confront him, and he shares some facts about his body. Specifically, the region below the belt.
Trans Masc! Adam x Fem! Reader
Tags: Alternative Universe: College. Adam is a trans guy with top surgery and no bottom surgery. Porn with Plot. Oral Sex. Tribbing. Slight Age Gap between Adam and Reader (He is a freshman, she a junior). Adam suffers from internalised transphobia. Underage drinking.
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Truly, never before in your life have you gotten such good head. At some point, you were sure you had left this realm. When Adam brushed his teeth against your clit, you were brought back to life.
You had your hands tangled in his soft brown hair, tugging on the strands. He for sure had pretty eyes. Melted gold was wrapped around his pupil, staring right at you. With the intensity he was looking at you, you were afraid to be dropped into the burning colour.
Adam kept his lips wrapped around your clit, and he sucked. You threw your head back, burying yourself further into your pillows. With a sob, you yanked Adam closer to you. When it came to Adam, you just felt greedy. You wanted more, more, more, until he would be sucked dry.
Your hips jerked out of your control, grinding into Adam’s nose. You could practically feel yourself drip down his face. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let your orgasm wash over you. All you could do was moan as your muscles jerked and finally relaxed.
You whined as Adam sat up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. There was a grin on his face. Reaching your hand out, you grabbed his T-shirt and pulled him to you. He let you lead him, pressing your lips against his.
Adam pushed his tongue into your eager mouth. You could taste yourself, and you moaned into his mouth. Adam disconnected the kiss, just for him to press his lips against your cheek, and then your neck.
You let your hands explore, going from his shoulders to his chest and finally resting on his crotch. Just as your fingers wrapped the zipper, Adam was quick to wrap his hands around your wrist and simply guided your hand back to your own body.
And then, he jumped off your bed. “Welp! I got band practice, babe. Same time on Sunday?”
You bit down a frustrated groan, trying to get a glimpse at Adam’s crotch, but failing. “Why don’t you stay? C’mon, Adam.” All you could do was whine. Can’t even catch print with this guy.
“That’s what Sunday is there for, baby. Unless you're busy—” He simply shrugged his shoulders as he slipped into his shoes, and he left on your bedroom floor.
“I am not busy!” You burst out. Then, you narrow your eyes. “Take off your pants.”
Adam smiled, “Desperation does not suit you.” He winked at you. “I really gotta run. It's kind of cute, though, how much you want me. I will text you, yeah?”
With that, he left. At this point, Adam knows his way around your apartment better than you do. You groaned into your pillow. This guy just pisses you off. He won’t take off his shirt, he won’t take off his pants. The mystery just intrigues you more. What is he hiding? A micro penis, maybe? You wouldn’t even care that man has a magic tongue; he can have the smallest dick in the world, and it would not matter to you.
Usually, your regular hook-ups do not live rent-free in your head like this, but you just like Adam. You like how he looks, how he smells, his laugh and his stupid, idiotic jokes, too. You might have a crush on the guy.
Whatever. No use in losing your mind over a man; all you could do was wait for him to text you.
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You sat on Adam’s bed as you waited for him to get back from the bathroom. His room was messy, but comfortable. Most of the time, you two just hook up at your place, but your roommate had a study group there, and you could not keep your mouth shut when Adam had his fingers buried inside of you.
With a sigh, you looked around. Getting up, you started to just walk around. Curiosity got the best out of you, and you started snooping. His desk had little to no hints; it was just filled with papers and notes.
Maybe he was just deeply insecure, that’s why he won’t take his clothes off? Eh, he has such a big ego. Adam was a big fat guy, but he never seemed bothered by that. As a matter of fact, he likes being bigger than other people.
You continued to his closet. It was closed, but you could already see clothes sticking out. Opening the wooden door, you came eye to eye with a mess. Most of his clothes were just thrown in there without a care in the world.
A top stood out to you. You picked up the black piece of clothing. It seemed like a compression top of sorts, like a sports bra, but more solid. You had a hard time categorising the item of clothing. For what would Adam use it?
“The fuck are you doing?” Speak of the devil. You quickly dropped the top. Adam was behind you, his hand on the closet door, which he was quick to slam shut.
Turning around, you looked Adam in the eyes. He might be trying to intimidate you with his size, but you weren’t one to back down. Raising your chin, you didn’t let the fact that he was caging you in with his arms bother you.
“Snooping, obviously.” You casually answered.
Adam raised a brow at your brazen answer, shaking his head. “Mind your own fucking business. Before I kick your ass out.”
You wrapped your hands around a belt loop on Adam’s pants and yanked him closer. Batting your eyelashes, you pouted at Adam. “I just wanna suck your dick, Adam. Pretty please?”
He frowned. “You should leave.”
“The hell did I do?!” You threw your hands up.
Adam turned away, dragging a hand over your face. “Why can’t you just enjoy what we got and just fucking leave it be?” He sat down on the edge of his bed, legs spread.
With a sigh, you walked towards Adam. You stood between his legs, hand resting on top of his head. You let your nails scratch over his scalp. Adam sighed, pressing his cheek against your stomach, then he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Maybe we should stop seeing each other.” You wonder out loud.
Adam practically flinched at the suggestion. “What? Just ‘cause I tried to kick you out? I didn’t really mean it, you know that, baby.”
You rolled your eyes. “No.” You were kind of embarrassed to admit to it, but it was better than suffering through the unknown. “I have a crush on you. Sorry for the snooping. I really should leave.”
Adam just wrapped his arms tighter around you. “Aww, you like like me, that is why you went looking through my shit?”
“Shut up.” You tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let you.
“You wanna date me?” He looked up at you, smiling happily. “Lil ‘ol meeeeee?”
“I will hit you.” You threatened Adam.
He finally unwrapped his arms and leaned back on the bed. His hands are behind his back as he rested his weight on them. Adam couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “We can date, if you wanna.”
You tilted your head at him. “Adam, you cannot even take your shirt off around me. What makes you think we can date?”
You didn’t know that much about Adam, outside of his college life and activities. He doesn’t talk about High school, or anything that happened before he went to college. His socials were practically wiped clean; anything he had posted was made this year.
This year, you helped out with freshman orientation. That is how you met Adam, who was quick to join an obnoxious frat. After a few drinks, Adam was able to get you to spread your legs, and you have been sleeping with him ever since. Most of the time, you just use the alcohol as a cheap excuse; you immediately wanted Adam when you saw him for the first time.
Adam pouted at you. He went through his wild hair with his hands. “Its just—” He stopped himself.
You simply waited for Adam to speak again. It wasn't like him to just shut up. You were sure there was a certain word count he needed to hit a day, or else he dies.
He let his back hit the mattress. “I wish you fucking knew me from back then, so we wouldn’t have to fucking talk about it.” His hand covered his eyes. “You can keep a secret, yeah?”
Oh, so he did have a micro penis. That is fine. “Of course! I do not suck and tell!” You nodded your head to emphasize your point. With a hum, you lay down beside Adam, as he avoided eye contact.
Adam took in a deep breath. “I am trans.”
“You want to be a woman?”
“No! The other fucking around!” Adam turned his head to glare at you.
“Okay.” You let a beat pass, waiting for more to come, but when the silence settled, you realised that was it. “Wait, that is it? Man, and I thought it would be, like, super…I don’t know. More dramatic. I was expecting micro penis, honestly.”
“I would not have a fuck ass micro dick!” Adam measured out a size between his hands that seemed comically large. “If I were cis, I would have a minimum of 10 inches!”
“10?! I would not sleep with you if you had a 10-inch— that’s a weapon that needs a license, actually.” You shook your head with a smile.
“You are right, it would be more like 12 inches.” Adam turned on his side, so he was facing you. He rested his head on his palm. “So, we are cool, right?”
“Yeah, Adam, don’t worry. I won’t tell. Besides, you don’t have to worry too much. You aren’t in some small town from the south anymore; this is a big city, you know? I have gay and trans friends and everything.” You raised your fist. “Proud ally.”
Adam wrapped his hand around your fist, brought it to his lips and kissed your fingers. You looked into his eyes, “Can you take your clothes off now?”
His shoulders shook as he laughed at your request. “Only if you take yours off fir— damn.”
Before Adam was able to finish his sentence, you quickly slipped out of your skirt. You just let it drop to the floor, and then you pulled your shirt off over your head. Since you didn’t bother with a bra, you were left in your panties.
You threw a glance at Adam. “What are you waiting for?” You huffed at the fact that he was still dressed.
Adam chuckled, “You are so bossy, baby.” He finally started to undress. At first, he took off his shirt, then his jeans.
While Adam was throwing clothes onto the floor, you threw yourself onto his pillows. They smelled like Adam, and you buried your nose into the soft cotton. Rolling back to lie on your back, you spread your legs and made a come-hither motion with your finger.
You knew Adam loved taking your panties off for you. He still had his boxers on as he crawled towards you. “You look pretty like this, baby. I think we need to meet up at my apartment more often. I like having my things in one place.” Adam purred as he settled in between your spread thighs.
“I will stay wherever, as long as you make me come.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, guiding him down to meet your lips.
Adam crashed his lips into your own. He pressed his tongue against your lips, asking you to open your mouth. And you did. Adam entangled his tongue with your own. His hands wrapped around your tits, pinching your nipples.
You moaned into Adam’s mouth. You could feel him smile into the kiss. Carefully, you let your hands glide around Adam’s shoulders. Adam stopped the kiss and started to leave kisses on your neck. He started to suck marks into your skin.
With a sigh, you tangled your fingers into his hair. His skin was a nice tan, olive colour. He licked a strip down to your tits. You arched your back towards Adam, trying to get more stimulation from him.
Adam sucked on your nipple, as you whined at the feeling. Like electricity was being shot through your spine, into your chest. You clenched around nothing as you felt your underwear get wet.
He made his way down from your chest to your clothed pussy. Adam hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and gently pulled them down. The fabric stuck to your wet pussy, and when Adam threw the piece of clothing to the ground, you felt yourself twitch at the feeling of cold air hitting your pussy.
You watched as Adam lowered his head, pressing a kiss to your pulsing clit. His tongue glides over your folds. “Adam!” You whined out, dragging Adam back up.
He raised his pierced eyebrow at you in confusion. “What is it, baby? You wanna stop?”
“No! Don’t stop.” You glared at him. “I just really want to touch you.” You finally were able to get a good look at his upper body. He had a nice, soft chest. You could see old scars below his pecs. Reaching your hands out, you let your hand glide over his skin. A shudder went through Adam’s body.
You pulled at Adam’s thick chest hair, making him slap your hand away while you giggled. Licking your lips, you let your fingers wrap around the waistband of his boxer shorts, tugging impatiently. You could see hair peak out from beyond the underwear, a happy trail growing up to his belly button.
“If you keep begging like that…” Adam trailed off.
Sighing, you batted your eyelashes at him. “Please, daddy?”
“Fuuuck, you really know what I like to hear, huh?” Adam then pushed his boxer shorts off his hips.
The sight made your mouth practically water. You could see how slick was smeared over the inside of Adam’s thighs. Adam truly gave a new definition to bush. He had coarse, thick, dark hair sprinkled all over his body, including his pussy. Adam threw his boxers over his shoulder.
“Spread your legs.” Adam’s voice was husky with lust. You eagerly followed the order, spreading your thighs apart for Adam.
You watched as Adam shifted around. He threw his left leg over your own, while he shuffled his right one below yours. He wrapped his hands around your waist, keeping you in position. Adam carefully lowered his weight onto you. You felt his t-dick press against your clit, and you gasped at the foreign feeling.
You wrapped your hands around Adam’s wrists to keep yourself grounded. “More.” Your cunt grounded into Adam’s.
“Greedy.” Adam teased you. He rolled his hips into yours. A moan tumbled out of Adam’s mouth.
With a happy hum, you let your head fall back into the pillows. Adam leaned his big body over you, putting more pressure on your pussy. He planted his mouth on your own, and you let his tongue brush over your lips.
You felt a wave of heat flush over your body. Your skin prickled under the cold air as Adam’s warm body was draped over you, like a heavy blanket. He continued to press into you, as you felt your clit twitch under his touch.
The air smelled of sex and pleasure. You wrapped your arms around Adam’s neck, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He gladly let you. Tugging on his hair strands, you let Adam continue to rub against your fluttering pussy.
Adam stopped the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. His breathing was heavy. “You like sucking, baby?”
You eagerly nodded your head. “Yes, yes.”
A hand left your hips, Adam pressed his fingers against your wet lips. You enthusiastically opened your mouth. He pushed the pads of his fingers against your tongue. You were quick to wrap your lips around his fingers, letting your fingers glide around his digits.
Adam pushed his fingers further in, making you choke. He grinned down at you, his eyes were sparkling. “Your pussy is nice ‘n soft, sweetheart. I could rub against it all fucking day.”
You sharply inhaled at the feeling. All you could do was let your hips go wild, meeting Adam’s thrust desperately. The familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching washed over you. Adam buried his nose into your cheek, his needy gasps going straight into your ear.
As pleasure buzzed through your body, you bit down on Adam’s fingers. He moaned at the feeling, thrusting his fingers into your mouth. Your moans were muffled by his thick fingers. As an apology for the bite, you let your tongue drag over the bite marks.
“You close, babe?” Adam asked, his breath fanning over your sweaty skin.
You nodded your head. With a groan, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and dug your nails into his skin. Your free hand grabbed Adam by his hips, pulling him in closer to you. Letting your eyes flutter shut, you focused on the feeling on your clit, and the fingers pressed against your tongue.
With your eyes squeezed shut, you felt yourself cum. Adam moaned, his fingers slipping out of your mouth, as he wrapped his hands around your waist. He squeezed your soft skin, rutting into you at an intense speed. The overstimulation made stars burst below your eyelids.
“Fuck, baby. I will come inside you, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Adam groaned, his movements turned sloppily. He bit down on his lower lip as his body shivered.
Your pubes were entangled, and Adam carefully untangled you two. You were connected by a string of slick. Adam lay down beside you, his arm dropped over his face as he tried to catch his breath.
You were quick to cuddle up to Adam. Resting your head on his chest, you threw your leg over his hips. Adam wrapped his arm around you, his hands brushing over your sticky skin. You twirled your finger around Adam’s chest hair.
“So…” You were practically singing. “When can I suck your dick?”
Adam was quick to cover your mouth with his hand. “Shhhhhhut up for once. Be happy you got this much.”
You giggled, pushing Adam’s hand away and nuzzling into his neck. There was always time for this another time.
re: ai fanfics — fandom culture 100% has affected the way writers churn out content now. there’s no defense for ai writing but when your only feedback is comments begging for an update or part 2 instead of engaging with someone art turns a hobby into a numbers game. even the short form smut I see in the tags are all ai written because everyone is so focused on getting notes/hits. please engage with artists meaningfully!!!!!!!!
Summary: You are dying. Between crossing things off of your bucket list, planning your own funeral, declaring war against all religion, and coming to terms with your own death, you were pretty busy. Out of nowhere an odd phone number texts you. Literally, it is just the number +1 and he claims to be the Adam from the Bible.
Even though this is an obvious scam, you entertain him. Your time might be limited, but you still like being distracted from your unavoidable end. The fact that he is a pretty big deal in Heaven is just an added on bonus.
Tags: Death, illness and grief. Dark Comedy. Idiots to Friends to Lovers. Texting fic. Crack treated seriously
Note from @ani-iu : adam‘s provider gave him a plan for unlimited text messages and he decided he has to find the limit in unlimited
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Your nausea did not get better over the week. It genuinely didn’t help that Adam was texting you a worrying amount. You wonder if he is unemployed.
[ +1 ]: {Voice Message}
With a sigh you let the message play:
“So, like, thanks for telling me what the fuck AI is, totally did not have to look up that shit myself. You are a real educator, babe. Anyways, my pictures are so real. No computer generated them, I am the only photo machine around here. Also, Heaven is always around 10 fucking years late in human technology. Do you know how hard it is to pick up chicks, when they come up here with a whole ass new vocabulary? It is not a problem for me, though, because I am fucking dedicated to the cause: the cause to fuck bitches…What was the topic again?”
His voice actually sounded nice. That made you shudder in disgust at yourself. Either he is really committed to the bit, he is committed somewhere or—
Well, he could not be telling the truth. That would be crazy. But you did try to reverse image search his picture, and found nothing. No tell of manipulation, or something AI generated. It looked real, and that scared you. Maybe it was your sickness, making you more gullible and naive.
For a split second you considered telling him to send more voice messages, his rambling was weirdly charming. While the voice message stopped playing, it did not stop Adam from continuously texting you.
[ +1 ] : also the chick i wanted to text texted me
[ +1 ] : deadass you two have the same exact number
[ +1 ] : like i texted her thinking ti was you but it was just her!!!!!!!
[ +1 ] : she blocked me lol
[ +1 ] : but i still motor boated those tits so who is the real winner here
[ +1 ] : i talked to some nerdy IT guy and he said it could technically happen that a connection gets made to earth
[ +1 ] : apparently some people even get chats connected to hell but those get shut down fast
[ +1 ] : fuck hell those bitches should just be nuked
[ Reader] : I feel like you don't need me in this chat. You are pretty good at having a conversation with yourself.
[ +1 ] : you are back :D
[ +1 ] : send pics
[ +1 ] : it is panty tuesday
It was in fact not Tuesday. You wonder what kind of calender he follows, or what the time difference is between you two. You did mean to send a response, really, but another wave of nausea hit you.
Putting your phone down, you watched the ceiling spin. All you could do was press your palms against your eyes, and breathe through this episode. A knock on the door made you simply whine as a response.
Your Brother opened the door, “Hey. I have tea.” He carefully balanced a tray in both off his hands, kicking open your door with his foot. You could hear him step closer, and set down the tray.
You removed your hands to look at the tray, and you saw the cup of tea together with plain toast. “I can't eat.”
“You have to.” Your Brother simply said, as if it was that easy.
“Are Mom and Dad home?” You asked, as you carefully sat up.
“No, both are at work. I have to make you eat, or else they said they are calling a doctor.” He took the toast into his hands, and started making plane noises, “Here comes the air plane!” He teased, flying the piece of bread towards your mouth. You did not open your mouth, and crumbs landed on your blanket.
“A doctor? Really? What is she going to do?” You scoffed, dragging a hand over your lower face.
“Help your alien looking bald head.” Your brother rolled his eyes, not in the mood for any negativity.
You gasped in shock, and then kicked your Brother in his side. Sadly, your muscles and bones were on strike, and you ended up hurting yourself more than you hurt him. “Ouch!” You whined out, “Why would you hurt me?”
Your Brother spluttered, “Hurt you? Dude, don’t kick me. Can you please eat and drink something so you don’t pass away while you are at home alone with me? Mom will somehow spin it in such a way that I killed you indirectly.”
You laughed, which might hurt your stomach and ribs, but you ignored the pain. “I have an idea. Keep an open mind, though, and know that you would help me cross things off of my bucket list.”
“Whatcha need?” He asked, putting the toast back on the tray.
“Weed helps against nausea. Let’s get edibles, or something.” You smiled, trying to seem extra miserable so he would follow your every whim.
Your Brother seemed to be lost in thought, “Yeah, wait. I will be right back.” He left your room, and you could hear his steps through out the hallway.
As you waited for his return, you tried to take a bit out of the toast. You were able to swallow a tiny bit, your stomach churning in protest, but you pushed through. To calm your stomach, which might be acting up from your lack of food, you took sips of the tea. It didn’t help.
Your Brother came back, and threw a little package towards you. “I got these when I was sleeping over at Friend’s house. I got such bad cravings for anything. You will hopefully eat again.”
You opened the bag, and saw gummies. “How much should I take?”
Your brother crawled into the empty spot in your bed. “One. Maybe two. Give me the package when you are done, yeah?”
As you shoved three of the sweets into your mouth, you felt spit collect under your tongue. You seriously didn’t want to throw up now. As quickly as you could, you swallowed them down. Reaching out, you washed it down with tea. You handled the package to your brother, who ate the last 5 pieces.
“You want to sleep?”
You nodded your head. “Yeah. You can watch something, if you want.” You curled up under your blanket, ready to let restless dreams burglarise your mind.
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When you woke up, you felt like a blanket has been dropped over your mind. The pain that usually bothers you has been muted to a buzz. Your mouth did feel dry.
Most importantly—you actually felt hungry.
Your hand slapped against your Brother’s face, who sleepily groaned. “Let’s order food.” You mumbled out, slowly sitting up in your bed.
“Oh yeah, let’s pig out.” Your Brother agreed easily.
For the first time in a long time you made your way to the living room, without needing to take a break because you were in so much pain. You curled up on the sofa with your Brother, and you pulled out your phone so you both could order food.
Shoving food into your mouth felt like a heavenly experience while high. It was greasy and you couldn’t stop yourself from ordering from different places.
Since you were dying, and practically own nothing considered you were still young, you took out a shit ton of credit cards. Yeah, you might be in credit card debt, but you would die happy. You donate part of the money, the rest you usually spend on your friends and family. This would only make you problems if some miracle happens and you get healed.
You would prefer a life in debt than no life at all.
Of course, it seems like God has a personal vendetta against you. Otherwise, you would not keep getting sick like this. Your own body seems to wage a war against you, destined to make you miserable and keep you from experiencing the world.
Even your Family wasn’t spared from this. When you were sick as a child your parents fussed over you, same as when you were a teenager. Your Brother was younger than you, and he graduated high school not too long ago. He took a gap year, and it was clear he did that so he could take care of you during the day. Your parents still had to work, life still continues, even when you will die one day.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, you leaned forward and put your head in between your knees. “I feel sick.”
Your brother just laughed at you. “I saw how you took three, instead of two. Greedy. You feel like throwing up?”
Just as you were about to respond, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. With a sigh, you got up and walked to the bathroom. You checked your notifications, and who would've thought? Adam was texting you.
[ +1 ] : no pics. no messages
[ +1 ] : might as well go fuck myself huh
[Reader] : Your words, not mine.
[ +1 ] : !!!!!!!!!!!
[ +1 ] : >:O
[ +1 ] : who fcking raised u fr
[Reader] : lol
[ +1 ] : whatcha up to
[ +1 ] : ever send nudes?
[Reader] : No. It will be one of the many things I will miss out on. What a shame.
[ +1 ] : what else u missed out on
[ +1 ] : popping that 🍒?
[ +1 ] : how old are u?? if u come to heaven i can show u a good time
You let the keyboard pop up and disappear, fighting with yourself. Tears burned in your eyes, and you took a deep breathe. What use was there in sharing your health issues with Adam? But what would you lose? Make yourself more vulnerable? You can always just block his stupid ass,
[Reader] : We will probably see each other soon in Heaven,
[Reader] : If I don’t go to hell haha
[Reader] : I am in my twenties, and very sick. Currently in hospice.
[ +1 ] : shit my bad
[ +1 ] : also dont joke about hell
[ +1 ] : wed also see each other in hell lmaooo
[Reader] : Can’t believe you are everywhere. Heaven, Hell, Earth.
[ +1 ] : 😎
[ +1 ] : i need all the realms for my huge dick n balls u know
[ +1 ] : its a real curse
[ +1 ] : every heard of hyperspermia???? thats how i populated earth
[ +1 ] : but now i need to get drained regualry by bad bitches
The idiot actually got a smile out of you. Biting down on your lips, your fingers flew over your keyboard. Your face burned.
[Reader] : If you want me to feel better, send more voice notes.
[ +1 ] : YEAH
[ +1 ] : baby, anything you want
[ +1 ] : i can send one rn while im jerking off
[Reader] : I am blocking you.
[ +1 ] : FUUUUUUCK DONT
[ +1 ] : i will be good
With a sigh you finally decided to save his contact into your phone: ‘Adam First Man’. Then you turned around, and vomited into the toilet.
I love the idea of homelander!adam especially since I love the character concept of homelander but am way more attracted physically to Adam
plus you could say bc he’s the first of a race of superhumans (or something like that) they named him Adam… much to think about …
it’s both our idea actually!! i’m the one who said “oh to be raped by adam, get pregnant and locked away only for him to back to play family” and she reacted to that message with an emoji haha. we kept talking about it from there on
we are currently at season 4 and deeply missing soldier boy 😔
wait that’s good, him being named adam because of that. truly a lot to think about
he’d be such a menance as a supe that grew up in that lab. sera is that one scientist or the ceo of vought or something
i think adam would faster spiral out of control and want the world to be completely rid of criminals. i don’t think he would’ve leaked compound v like homelander did to create those supe terroriists. he’d be veeeery picky on who is allowed to be a superhuman
he would probably rape some unsuspecting employee of his, who gets pregnant and runs to vought for protection. if he finds out, he would kill so many people because of it. how dare they keep him seperate from his own flesh and blood. he might not have grown up with a real family, but he can be a dad. just watch 🙄 and to be a dad he obviously needs a willing wife who supports him
the way we originally started off with this idea and then it spiralled into a canon version angel Adam impregnating nun reader after an assault, which no one knew could be possible, and that just makes it get to Adam’s head
Dear pretty bird in a golden cage, I will take your place (1)
Yandere! Adam x Fem! Reader (Hazbin Hotel)
Summary: After many years of hard work, Adam’s rock-star career finally takes off. As your marriage begins to crumble under the pressure, your patience finally snaps as you suffer through a miscarriage all alone, while he is on tour.
Adam cuts his tour short when you email him the divorce papers, but he brings something sinister home with him. A stalker who intercepted all of your phone calls and messages, who really would love to take your place.
It does not help that your husband shares the same possessive tendencies, ready to cut down any threat to your marriage. Even if that includes you.
Tags: Alternative Universe: Modern Setting. Yandere Adam. Domestic Abuse (Physical and Emotional). Stalking. Obsessive + Possessive Behaviour. Miscarriage. Canon Typical Violence. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
Notes: Gift for my precious girlfriend @ani-iu who also beta read this :3
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The wedding ceremony was already over. You felt honoured to be your sister’s maid of honour, but you would’ve preferred to walk with your husband, not with one of your brother-in-law's friends. This was meant to be a joyful day, a good day, a day filled with love and family and friends. You gave every couple that passed you by a stink eye.
Under the table, you were typing on your phone, desperately trying to get hold of your husband. You scrolled past the mass of texts and attempted calls, just going straight to cursing him out.
[Reader]: you are such an ASSHOLE
[Reader]: 1!!!!! fucking year ago we got that save the date card and planned ur stupid tour around it
[Reader]: just so YOU dont show up
[Reader]: I am so fucking done with you
You wanted the messages to go from delivered to seen, but that never happens. At this point, you were glad to bite the bullet, sharing your marital problems with your sister, who could plan accordingly. So her big day was not ruined because of your idiot of a husband.
Your fingers swiped across the screen, and you decided to open Instagram. As you clicked on Adam’s account and then the account Lute runs for his band, you saw nothing. No new post, no new story, just silence.
Squinting your eyes at your phone, you switched your accounts. You went from your private, personal account to a burner one. This beauty was created when Adam first started to become hard to get hold of, and it always has come in handy. When you checked out the band account this time, you could see new stories which have been posted.
Asshole has been caught red-handed. With shaky fingers, you clicked on the post. The first few videos were normal, things you expect from a band who is on tour: different angles from a concert, reposts of things fans have posted, some cute fan art. Until you saw what was captioned as the After Party. Adam, in the middle of a group of beautiful girls. He was signing tits, alcohol was flowing and hands were all over him. As always, Adam was the heart of the party, to your dismay.
As quickly as you could, you turned your phone off. You slammed the screen down onto the table, making your mother jump. “Are you okay, love?” She carefully asked.
“I am fine.” You breathed out, trying to keep your bad mood to yourself.
She looked at your phone, then her eyes flickered to your wedding ring. “Where is Adam exactly?”
Abruptly, you stood up. Your chair scraped against the tile floor, a horrible screeching sound following. “I have to use the restroom.” You seethed out, grabbing your phone and walking away.
That nobody in your life likes Adam is not a secret. Your friends don’t get along with him, and your family straight up hates him. They all could agree that he wasn’t good enough for you. You could do so much better. Back when you were younger, you ignored them all. Adam was your dream guy! But as you sat on the toilet, trying to call Adam for the hundredth time, you realised that they might have been right.
For the first time, the thought of a divorce popped into your head.
Do I need to be separated first for a divorce in my state? You typed into your search engine, as tears brimmed in your eyes.
It is not like Adam went on tour and suddenly your whole marriage collapsed. It started slow, and if you looked back far enough, you realised that the foundation of your relationship was already fragile. The fact that the fame went straight to his head did not help.
You just felt sick, bloated and most of all exhausted. As you flushed the toilet, you left the cabin. Walking to the sink, you washed your hands. An older woman was leaning towards the mirror, re-applying her lipstick.
She threw you a glance. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine!” You barked out, coming off as more mean than you intended to. You winced at yourself, putting your cold, wet hands against the back of your neck to force yourself to relax. “I am sorry. I am just tired.”
“It’s fine.” Then, she chuckled, “I was the exact same when I was pregnant, you know? Tired and irritated all the time.” She turned around and left the bathroom.
You gawked into the mirror, turning around to stare at yourself from every possible angle. What you thought was just some stress-related weight gain might just be something much more serious and, worst of all, binding.
When you walked back to your shared table, you waved a waiter down to return your champagne glass and bring you some soda.
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That bastard actually got you pregnant. You were so so so mad. Of course, it happened when you changed birth control, and Adam was already balls deep inside you before you remembered the damn condom.
14 weeks pregnant, and worst of all, you can’t get the dumb father on the phone. For a moment you considered texting Lute to make Adam answer you, but that was just humiliating. Especially since you have done that a few times now. Lute and you don't have much in common outside of Adam, so all your text messages were about said man.
You didn’t want to send an email or text him that you were pregnant. You wanted to tell him face to face, or voice to voice. It should be personal, intimate, just between you two.
Through gritted teeth, you forced yourself to put your phone away. Whatever. You don’t even care about Adam anymore. All he does is eat your food, annoy you, and ignore you. You hate him, and you miss him more than anything.
You didn’t feel good today. Maybe one of your students sneezed into your face one too many times, but you felt weird. Feverish and sore. Getting up from the kitchen table, you left behind the exams and lesson plans you were working on, and made your way to your bedroom.
With a heavy sigh, you got ready for bed. As you crawled into your side of the bed, you stared at Adam’s pillow. You hadn’t touched it since he left. All you could do was press your face into your sheets and sob. You curled your legs up, crying yourself to sleep.
When you woke up, your first instinct was to clutch your stomach. At first, your sleepy mind assumed you just started your period. That would explain the cramps and wetness you felt in between your legs.
As your eyes fluttered shut again, because you just felt so tired, you remembered that you were pregnant. You were pregnant, and you had cramps, and you were bleeding. With a gasp, you forced yourself to sit up. You felt sluggish, as if you had been bled dry. Your head hurt, and your eyes struggled to focus. It did not help that it was dark. With shaky fingers, you felt for the bedside table, turning on your little light.
You pulled the blanket back, and were met with a horrific sight. So much blood outside of your body cannot be good. As you shifted on your mattress, you cringed at the wet, cold feeling on your skin. You held back a gag, rolling off of the ruined mattress.
Your whole nightgown was completely soaked in blood. You stared at yourself in the closet mirror, you looked straight out of a horror movie. Inhaling deeply, you focused on not passing out. Should you call the emergency hotline? No, your neighbourhood had a horrible response time. It would be faster to drive to the hospital.
If you drive like this, you would stain your car seat. You closed your eyes, you felt the whole room spin, and still, you breathed through it. Flexing your fingers, you opened your eyes and took off your nightgown. You simply let it drop to the floor, together with your underwear. When you got back, you would need to throw both articles of clothing away.
Carefully, you got dressed in new clothes. You stumbled to the bathroom connected to the bedroom, and opened up a pad. As you glued it to your underwear, you ignored any sort of blood and tissue matter stuck to your thighs.
Taking your phone, purse, and car keys, you left your house. Blood was smeared over the phone screen as you pulled up Adam’s contact. You clicked on the call button and pressed your phone against your ear. With every ring you were brought to tears, until you were sent to the mailbox. You quickly hung up and got into your car.
When you nearly passed out at the reception desk, they were quick to check you in. A lot of things were happening at once; ultrasound wands were pressed against your stomach as they took your blood at the same time. One thing was clear—you would lose the baby.
The doctor was as compassionate as someone who is overworked can be. “I know this has been a difficult experience.” She sighed heavily, “The ultrasound shows that there is still some tissue left in the uterus. I would recommend surgery, to safely remove said tissue. You have gone through significant bleeding, and the surgery would remove that tissue and stop the bleeding more quickly.”
“So an abortion? I would get an abortion?” You pressed your hand against your forehead, ready to just go home.
“Yes, but you are going through a spontaneous abortion. Right now. It is the medical term for miscarriage. You are at risk of infection and bleeding out if we do not intervene.” She pressed on, trying to keep her voice gentle.
“Yes, fine, whatever. Just get it out of me.” You felt defeated, as if you couldn't do anything right. You can’t keep your husband happy, you can’t carry a child.
The doctor relaxed, happy with your decision not to die. “I will schedule the surgery as soon as possible. I wish you a good recovery. The desk has been trying to get in contact with your husband.”
You mumbled under your breath, “Yeah, good luck.”
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In a way, you felt lucky that this tragedy struck you a week before summer break. You took the whole week off, and just stayed in bed. Not in your bed—you haven’t entered the bedroom since that horrible day, but you stayed in the guest bedroom, which also functions as your office. As it turns out, you sleep best surrounded by papers, binders and books.
Adam hasn’t contacted you. You seriously wonder if he just wants you to die. So, for years he gets a free ride with you, you are stupid enough to support his career, and this is how he treats you when he finally is successful? Really?
You met Adam in college. Not because he went to college, but you were finishing up your bachelor's in education. Adam did hang around the college bars. He was only a year younger than you. He barely graduated high school, and from the little information you got, he was kicked out of his family home. It didn’t help that he also got dishonourably discharged from the military, causing his finances to quickly dry up.
He and his band played at bars you went to. That is the only reason you took him home. He was a hot guitar player. You were willing to sleep with him. You hooked up with him one time, and he never left! Before you realised it, you were suffering through your master's degree, and Adam proposed, and now you were here. Happily married, until his stupid music video blew up on YouTube, and now you were making appointments with divorce lawyers.
Of course, you just had to have a bleeding heart and take pity on Adam. If that wasn’t enough, you actually fell in love with him. You accepted that you would never be rich, with you as a teacher and Adam with his band. He did do some odd jobs here and there, but mostly he was just a house husband. Not even a good one, but he did know how to cook. You eloped with him instead of having a grand wedding, because of the cost and because of your family's dislike of Adam.
At least your parents helped with a down payment on a house, otherwise you would still be crammed into a one-bedroom apartment. Your lovely house, which you learned is considered a marital asset. Which you will have to split up with Adam. He really is just a leech, as your mother said. The good thing is, his band and those royalties are also considered marital assets. You could make a deal with him: you leave your hands off of his beloved band, and you get the house.
Or maybe you will sell the house. Split the profit and move back home. You haven’t told anyone about the miscarriage, or the divorce. You should, you know you should. For your own mental health, you should be talking to your parents, to your friends, have them support you. And they would, they would support you.
You just feel so ashamed, so humiliated. For years you defended Adam to everyone. How great he is, how nice, how he just acts like a dick, but he is actually just misunderstood. Yeah, as if.
The meeting with the lawyer was exhausting. You met with 3 separate lawyers before finally finding your shark. This is the guy you for sure want to represent you in a divorce. It took a few more appointments, and you finally held divorce papers in your hand.
It was hard to serve a guy who was on tour, constantly moving. That did not stop you from scanning the papers and sending an email to Adam. The fact that it was the mail address for his band, only there for cooperation inquiries, is something you just ignored. Just like Adam likes to ignore you.
You took off your wedding ring. It was a cheap thing, and always stained your finger green. There were deep scratches in the metal from all those years of constantly wearing it. Adam promised you that once his music career would finally take off, he would buy you a new ring. A nice one, that doesn’t stain or get all scratched up.
With a sigh, you left the ring on the kitchen table. You went into the bathroom and searched for your cleaning supplies. It was time to clean up the bedroom from the blood. And you had to throw out Adam’s things after all.
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You were safely curled up in your new bed when you heard the floorboards creak. For a moment, you were pulled from your sleep. You felt your heart beat speed up as your hands landed on your stomach. No pain, no blood. You were safe.
Letting your eyes flutter shut, you tried to calm yourself. All you wanted was to sleep the summer break away. After that, Adam should finish his tour, and you could continue with the divorce proceedings.
There it was again, the floor creaking. This time it was closer. Much closer. You could hear breathing, and it wasn’t your own. Your whole body tensed up. You tried to keep up the act that you were asleep by keeping your breathing even.
A finger brushed over your head, tangled into your hair. Now you were seriously starting to freak out. Finally, you could force your body to act. You turned around, coming face to face with a huge shadow figure, and you screamed.
“Fuck! Shit! Shut up! Stop fucking screaming! It’s me!” Adam raised his own voice to make sure you heard him.
“What is wrong with you?!” You yelled at him, sitting up in your bed.
“Me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You have the fucking nerve to send those papers—” Adam finally turned on your bedside table light, showering the small room in a warm light.
“Get out.” You interrupted him. As much as you were happy to see him, you couldn’t forget all that he had done. Or what he didn’t do.
Adam narrowed his eyes at you. “I am not going any-fucking-where.” He raised his hand, your abandoned wedding ring in his hand. “Put it back on.”
You shook your head. “No. Adam, seriously get out. I am not feeling well—”
“Yeah, you are clearly fucking unwell if you think you can just leave. Give me your hand.” Adam held his own hand out. You could see him grow impatient.
“No.” You slid your hands under your blanket.
Adam deeply inhaled, pinching his nose. “You are seriously pissing me the fuck off. I have had a shitty flight, and an even shittier drive here. Now, you are throwing some tantrum because what? You don’t get fucked enough by me?” Adam seethed down at you. “Give me your fucking hand before I break your damn wrist.”
“What is wrong with you?” You have never felt scared of Adam before now.
“Alright, have it your fucking way.” Adam threw his leg over your stomach, straddling you.
“Woah!” Was all you got out before Adam forced your hand out.
He wrapped his hand around your wrist. His hold on you was painful. You succeeded in yanking his hand off of you, and Adam shifted his weight. He pressed his knee into your lower stomach, causing you to wheeze in pain.
Now, Adam had both of your wrists in his hand, pressing them together. “You are only hurting your fucking self.” He glared down at you. “This is all your own fault. Remember that.”
You attempted to free yourself, but it was useless. You were afraid that Adam would somehow damage your already stressed-out organs with the pressure he was putting on them. Technically, you were cleared by a doctor to continue as usual. It didn’t stop you from worrying, though. While you tried to wiggle your fingers to make it harder for him to put the ring back on, Adam was still able to slip it on.
Finally, he let go off you. You pushed him of of you, sliding your legs of the bed. You sat on the edge, ready to bolt, but Adam was quicker. He pulled you back by your nightgown, forcing you into his arms.
“Let me go!” You struggled against his grip. Usually, you enjoy Adam’s bigger and stronger body, but right now you hate him for it.
Adam grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. “I am never going to let go of you. Better accept it now.”
You tried to soften your voice. “It doesn’t have to be that way, Adam. We can get a peaceful divorce—”
He raised his free hand, ready to strike you. “I swear to God, woman, you better not mention that word around me before I seriously start hurting you.” Adam hissed out.
You flinched and closed your eyes. With a relieved sigh, you realised that the hit never came. “Why not?” You just felt defeated. Does he really have to torture you?
“Because you fucking vowed. You vowed to stay loyal, to stay with me through everything. You promised that in front of God. You can’t just leave me. That is not right. That is not how it fucking works. I won’t even let death do us apart. I will follow you into the fucking afterlife. Don’t you get it, baby? I love you.” Adam’s face finally relaxed at the last part, letting go of your face. He brushed his hands over your head, smoothing down your hair. “You are always so damn cute in your little nightgown.”
You slapped his hands away from you. “Don’t touch me.”
Adam went back to glare at you. “Go back to the bedroom. To our real bed.”
You thought of a mattress drowned in blood; no matter how much cleaner you used, you could not get rid of the smell. It did not matter how hard you tried—you could not sleep there. You kept waking up in the middle of the night. Phantom pain wrecked your body. You could only find rest here.
All you could do was whisper, “No. I can’t sleep there.”
Adam tilted his head, scanning your face. “Fuuuck. Fine. Go sleep here.” He slipped out of the bed and was quick to take off his clothes. His shirt and jeans were dropped onto the floor. Adam’s socks were quick to follow.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear, and you were quick to stop him. “If you take off your underwear, I will twist your dick off.”
Adam groaned dramatically. “You want me to die of a heat stroke? It is a million degrees outside.”
You pulled your blanket back over yourself, turning your back to Adam as you lay down. “You can always sleep in the other room.”
The mattress was already squeaking under Adam’s weight, as he pressed himself against your back. You scooted away from him, and he was quick to follow. “Stop moving before you fall off the bed.”
“Hope I fall off the bed and bash my head open.” You mumbled out.
Adam wrapped his arms around you and forced you into his arms. “Why do you always have to be so difficult?” Adam sighed into your shoulder.
“Don’t talk to me.” You hissed out, trying to ignore Adam as you attempted to sleep.
When you woke up the next morning, it was from the heat. The AC had been broken since last year, and you hadn’t been able to afford the repair. Adam was supposed to fix it, but he kept putting it off till he went on tour, and you have suffered ever since.
It did not help that your husband was a walking, talking furnace. Adam was pressed against your back, his arms tightly wrapped around you. His nose nuzzled into the back of your head, and you could hear him snore straight into your ear. It made your skin crawl.
Quietly, you tried to get out of Adam’s arms. Just as you finally were able to sit at the edge of the bed, your feet touching the ground, you could feel the mattress shift.
“Where ya goin’?” Adam rasped out, voice heavy with sleep.
You stood up, brushing Adam’s hand off of your back. “I am running away.”
Honestly, you meant that as a joke. You were on your way to the bathroom, to splash some water on your face. A cheap attempt to cool down. Before you realised it, you heard Adam’s feet hit the ground, and you started running.
You burst through the door, as Adam was hot on your trail. The bathroom attached to the main bedroom was right across the hallway, and the safest bet. Sadly for you, you cannot enter your former room anymore without dry heaving.
With a deep inhale, you took a sharp left turn right before your closed bedroom door. You heard Adam slam against the wood, cursing under his laboured breaths. “Fuckin’ bitch!”
Luckily enough, the bathroom door was already open. You quickly entered, pushing the door shut and locking it. Adam drummed his fists against the door, “Open the fucking door! Where would you even run to, huh?!”
“Nowhere!” You gasped out, pressing your hand against your chest. You could feel your hearbeat drum against your sternum, in the same rhythm Adam was pounding against the door. “I was making a joke!”
Adam gave the door handle on last shake, before finally stopping. “You are not very fucking funny!” Then, a pause. His voice was more even now, coated in the softness you are more used to. “C’mon, baby, unlock the door. You know I don’t like when we are being kept apart.”
“Can I pee in peace?” You sighed out. He really acted like there was some sort of horrible distance between you two.
“…Hurry.” He grumbled out.
As you finished your business and washed your hands, you were happy to have something to cool you down. Once your hands were clean, you made sure to press your wet, cold hands against your face. After you dried your hands, you slowly unlocked the door and opened it.
Adam was leaning against the door frame. As soon as you stepped into the hallway, he was already invading your personal space.
You pressed your elbow into his stomach, trying to keep distance between you two. “Stay away. You are too warm.”
“You mean hot, babe.” Adam grinned down at you. “We haven’t seen each other in sooo long, and you won’t even give your husband a hug.” You walked past him, towards the kitchen. “Or a kiss.” Adam continued talking as he trailed after you. “Or a blowjob.”
It took a lot of self-control not to turn around and slap him. You wish you would, but that is simply not who you are as a person. After the night you had with Adam, you are tired of any sort of violence. So, you just ignored him.
Without acknowledging Adam, you pulled out a bowl, setting it down on a counter. Adam was never far away from you as you got out milk and cereal. When you turned your head, he was right there. His fingers started to drum on different surfaces in the room.
You just sat down at the table to eat. Adam was right behind you. He bent his body forward, resting his hands on the table, trapping you right in between his big arms. You could feel his lips brush over your ear, and you suppressed a shudder.
His face was right beside yours, and you turned your head slightly to look at him. Adam’s eyes were burning into you, tracing over your features. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned forward and—
Adam’s lips hit your cheek as you turned your face away from him. He cursed you under his breath, and you saw his hands flex. “Fine. Have it your fucking way.” Finally, he freed you of this man-made cage and sat down in the chair beside yours.
All you could hear was the kitchen clock tick as you chewed on your breakfast. Adam didn’t deal well with silence, so he was quick to distract himself. His hands reached out and ruffled through your paperwork that was splayed out on the table. Usually, you kept it all neat and tidy in your office, but with Adam gone, you had developed a bad habit of just dumping it all out on the wooden table.
Adam looked at a drawing a student gifted to you, a smile on his face. He put that to the side and started rummaging around more.
“Don’t touch that. It is confidential.” You warned Adam as he picked up a stapled stack of papers.
Adam threw you a glare. “What are you hiding, huh? That from your stupid ass lawyer?”
You rolled your eyes. “No. That is a CPS report I had to make. Don't read it, you won’t like it.” Adam was sensitive to any sort of mistreatment of children, one of the many things in his past he simply does not speak about.
Adam stared into your eyes, probably looking for a lie he can’t find. Still, his paranoia got the best of him, and he started reading the first page. As quickly as he picked it up, he was fast to drop the report on the table. A frown was on his face, and he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Told you.” You stood up, putting your dishes in the dishwasher.
“Can you put your gross papers where they belong? Not in the fucking kitchen where I eat?” When you stood up, so did Adam. He waited for you to make the next move.
You just shrugged your shoulders, back to ignoring Adam. He followed you into the living room. While you lay down on the sofa, Adam was quick to sit down beside you and put your legs into his lap.
“Can you fix the AC?” You decided to ask. The sweat running down your body was evil. Adam was only unbothered because he only wore his boxer shorts.
Adam’s warm hands rubbed over your bare legs, gliding dangerously close to your thighs. “Tomorrow.”
“Ugh!” You sat up. “Where is my phone? I will just call someone.”
“Why would you waste money when I am right here?” Adam asked, clearly offended.
“I just asked you, and you said no.” You argued back.
“I didn’t say fucking no, don’t lie on my good name! I said tomorrow.” He squeezed your knee.
“Adam, you said you would fix the AC tomorrow last year. If now isn’t tomorrow, I don’t know when is.” You forced yourself to breathe and to relax. There rarely is any use in fighting with Adam. When you get angry, he just gets even angrier. “Honestly, I would prefer to call someone. I do not want you to break it, or get electrocuted—”
“Fuck, woman! Enough, I will fix that stupid thing.” Adam threw your legs off of his lap, standing up. He made his way to the bedroom to get dressed.
When Adam walked past you on his way to the garage to get his tools, dressed in shorts and a white wife-beater tank top (the irony was not lost on you), you called after him, “Can you grab the mail while you are at it?”
You got a grunt as confirmation. While Adam was finally fixing the AC, you should probably take a shower. Get out of your nightgown and into real clothes. You got up from the sofa and made your way to your bedroom. When you cleaned up your former bedroom, you made sure to take a huge chunk of your clothes with you. After that, you haven’t been able to re-enter it.
Entering the bathroom with a handful of clean clothes, you locked the door, took off your clothes and stepped into the shower bath. You made sure to keep the water temperature cold, lathering yourself in soap.
Adam was slightly embarrassed that fixing the AC only took him around 20 minutes. But then he remembered how last year you would wear skimpy tops and shorts to cope with the summer heat, and he suddenly didn't feel as guilty anymore. That sight was totally worth it.
As he opened your mailbox and took out a few letters, he made his way back into the home. Just as he felt his heart speed up at seeing you gone, he heard the shower running. Adam sighed, throwing the envelopes onto the already paper-packed kitchen table.
He sat down on a chair, spreading his legs as he looked through the letters. Adam raised his eyebrow at a fan letter. Those usually don’t get directly to him—Lute set up a separate mailbox for fan letters and gifts. She sorts through them for him and responds to those.
Adam ripped the envelope open, squinting his eyes at the writing. He has always struggled with reading, and the cursive didn’t help him.
“Blablabla, in love with me and my huge cock. Tell me something new. Want to be my wife? As fucking if.” Adam crumpled the paper up, leaning back in the chair and threw the paper ball into the trash. “10 points to Adam!” He cheered, as he succeeded in hitting the trash can.
He went back to sorting through the letters. Adam raised an eyebrow at a letter from the hospital. What the fuck? He fished out the paper and unfolded it carefully. It were discharge papers and an invoice. His eyes flew over your personal details. Everything was in order there.
“Oh, she has to be fucking with me.” Adam slammed his hand down, making his way to the bathroom with the letter.
You got soap in your eye. It took you a hot minute to clean out your eye. Just as your vision finally stopped being blurry, you heard a slam. Confused, you pulled back the curtain slightly. The door shook and the flimsy wood bent under the pressure of whatever was behind it.
With a sickening crack, the lock broke open. The wood splintered and Adam stepped through the doorframe. He held a paper in his hand, but without your glasses you could not make out any letters.
“Adam?!” You yelped out. Your heart beat spiked immediately at seeing his face. Never before had you seen Adam look like that—his usually shining eyes were empty, while there was a scowl on his face.
He didn’t answer you. His hand reached out and buried itself in your wet hair. And then, he yanked you towards him. You couldn’t decide what hurt more, your scalp or your knees from hitting the edge of the marble. Adam continued his tugging, forcing you out of the bathtub. Your knees hit the tile floor, and you continued to slip around as Adam forced you to kneel in front of him. His grip never faltered.
Adam roughly pulled your head back by your hair. Was he trying to rip your scalp off? You were dripping wet with water and felt cold. As you opened your mouth to scream from the stress and pain, Adam was quick to shut you up. He shushed you roughly, and finally he spoke. “Are you fucking stupid? Did you really think you could keep that from me, huh?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, your brain trying to make sense of this situation. “What—”
“What, what.” Adam mocked your panicked voice, even your sharp inhale. “You know what. I got it on paper, you dumb cunt.”
You let your eyes flutter open, trying to get a glance at the paper he mentioned. Adam simply slapped the piece of paper against your wet forehead. It stuck to your skin, and in an attempt to free yourself, you wrapped your hands around Adam’s wrist to tug him off. It didn’t work, but you moved enough for the paper to drop into your lap.
While you hurriedly read through the paper, you quickly realised what Adam meant. “You mean my—”
“Yes, your abortion. Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Aborting my child? For what? What have I ever done to you to deserve that? You are a killer.” Adam’s voice was shaking.
You saw him raise his hand. This time he would for sure hit you, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you screamed out your defence, “Miscarriage! It was a miscarriage! Spontaneous abortion? That is the medical term for miscarriage!” The hit never came.
“You are fucking lying.” Adam glared down at you.
“I am not! Adam, please.” You sobbed out, as tears gathered in your eyes. “I was 14 weeks pregnant! Our state doesn’t even allow abortion past, like, 10 weeks!”
Finally, Adam’s grip on your hair loosened. “Fuck.” Your arguments rolled around in his head, as his eyes flickered over the discharge papers. “What do you think I should do with you when I find out you are lying?”
You just felt defeated. The feeling settled over you like a cold blanket. “Just kill me. Now. The pain and fear you think you can punish me with will never match what I felt when I bled out alone in our bed. Why didn’t you answer my calls? Whether mine or the hospitals? Where the fuck were you while we needed you?” Finally, you slapped Adam’s hand off of you. “What kind of man even are you, when you can’t even take care of your family?”
Adam joined you on the floor as he cooed at you. His whole demeanour changed, like a switch flipped. He pulled you in between his spread legs, hands soothing over your body. You were sure his clothes were getting soaked.
“Aww, my baby.” Adam cooed at you. “Poor thing.”
Your back was pressed into his chest, and you tried to get away from him. Adam wouldn’t let you. He didn’t seem bothered by your struggle. He just continued to coo at you, as if you were some scared pet he needed to console.
“Let me go!” You got away a few inches, but were quickly pulled back into Adam’s arms.
“Shh, baby.” He nuzzled his nose into your shoulder, deeply inhaling your fresh scent.
You cursed under your breath. Your body trembled against Adam’s. The fighting was sucking up your energy. Adam pressed a kiss against your shoulder. With a horrified gasp, you felt Adam’s hard cock press against your lower back. He truly disgusted you.
His hands landed on your hips, fingers massaging the flesh. “How about we try for another one?” You felt your stomach turn at his words. Successfully, you shoved Adam’s hands away. He sighed, as if you were just a little annoyance. “C’mon, an orgasm can help with that hysteria you clearly suffer from.”
You inhaled deeply, as you realised you might have to play dirty to get away from him. Turning around in his grasp, you faced your husband. He grinned at you, putting his hands back on your waist.
Shakily, you took his face into your left hand. Adam leaned into your touch, a love-struck smile on his stupid face. You brushed your thumb over his cheek, and Adam let his eyes flutter shut. Raising your right hand, you were quick to punch Adam’s nose.
His eyes snapped open, hands flying to hold his bleeding nose. You shook out your fist as you stood up on shaky legs. Running towards the open door, you felt yourself slip on your own puddle of water, but you kept going.
“Motherfucking cunt!” Adam seethed.
You ran into your bedroom, closing the door. There was no lock on the door, but you learned now that does not keep Adam away. As fast as you could, you put on some panties, and with that a dress.
Adam walked through the hallway, and you could hear his heavy steps. You tensed your muscles as you heard him open a door, but it was not yours. He must be going to the old bedroom.
He was walking towards you. You couldn’t tell if sweat or water was running down your back. The door opened, and you stepped behind the bed to put as much distance between you and Adam as possible.
Adam pressed a tissue against his bleeding nose, which he must’ve grabbed from the room. You glanced behind Adam, into what was once your sanctuary. There you could directly look at the bed. He must’ve pulled back the sheets, because the mattress was completely visible.
You had to beat down a gag at seeing the huge blood stain.
“What was it again? Good or bad to lean your head back during a nosebleed?” Adam asked, sitting down on the bed.
You stepped around the bed, eyeing the door. Adam simply stretched his leg out and slammed the door shut. Why does he have to be so tall?
He spread his legs apart. “Can you fucking answer me? Shouldn’t you know this for your students?”
Your shoulders dropped as you sighed. “…Don’t lean your head back, or the blood could run down your throat.”
Adam grunted, bending his head down. “Thanks, baby. Would be swallowing blood without you around.”
You watched him wipe his nose with the tissue. He sniffled, and with another wipe there was barely any blood left. Biting down on your lip, Adam seemed distracted.
Bolting towards the door, just as your hand wrapped around the door handle, Adam wrapped his arm around your stomach and pulled you back. He picked you up and dropped you on the bed.
You tried to roll away, but Adam pressed your wrists beside your head. His legs straddled your own, keeping you immobile.
“Can you stop running away for one second?” Adam rolled his eyes. “Where would you even fucking run to?”
Shaking your head, you objected. “Let me leave.”
“Never. I will never let you fucking leave. Get that into your stubborn head.” Adam’s tongue glided over his lips. “Give me a kiss, baby. So we can make up and move past this bullshit.”
“No. I don’t want to stay with you if you keep hurting me.” You whimpered out, blinking up your teary eyes at Adam.
Adam let go of your wrists and sat up. He made sure not to put any of his weight onto your body. “Don’t be so dramatic. In all these years, have I ever hurt you? Will you throw away our whole marriage over one bad day? What kind of wife are you?”
You wiped away tears. “What about you? What kind of husband are you? You promised, Adam, to care for me and protect me! All I got was neglected—why did you not respond to my fucking texts and calls?!”
“I obviously never got any of the fucking calls! Fuck! You don’t think I would’ve rushed the fuck home if I knew you were in the hospital?” Adam’s hands were flailing around. Then, he let himself drop down beside you, having you both lie down side by side.
“…And you didn’t come to my sister's wedding.” You decided to just drop everything that has bothered you on him.
Adam furrowed his brows, “You texted me I don’t have to come to that.”
That made you whip your head around to glare at Adam, “You asshole. Why the fuck would I do that? Why would we plan your stupid tour around her wedding, just so you don’t turn up?! And you call me a liar…”
“How should I fucking know?! You tell me to not come, I don’t fucking come!” Adam turned around, lying on his side, his head propped up in his hand.
“I didn’t—” You suddenly sat up. “Give me your phone. Show me that text.”
Adam sighed. While your phone was still on your bedside table, plugged in, Adam had to get up and search the room for it. Finally, he found it in his pants pockets. The pants he abandoned on the floor when he got undressed for bed.
He threw himself back into bed, throwing a leg over your own. You watched him tap around, before finally showing a chat. That was your contact, and you clearly told Adam he didn’t need to come to the wedding.
You took his phone into your hands. “I didn’t text that.”
“What? That is our chat? Who else would it fucking be?” Adam scratched his stubbly chin.
Curiosity took over you, and you continued to scroll down the chat. None of these texts matched with your own. Where is you cursing Adam out? But what was creepy was that those texts sound exactly like you. The emojis match, the language, the words you always seem to misspell.
You exited the chat and went to Adam’s call log. Nowhere could you find the calls you made to him. He rested his head against your shoulder, completely unbothered by you snooping around.
Thrusting his phone back into his hands, you instructed him to keep it unlocked. Turning around, you got your own phone. When you unlocked it, you showed him your chat with him.
“It doesn’t match! Look!” You scrolled up, showing Adam how you were left on delivered.
Adam furrowed his brows and scrolled through the chat on his own phone. “Damn.”
“The calls too!” You swiped up your own call log and showed Adam the amount of calls you made to him.
“That’s crazy. You think it is glitching or something?” Adam wondered, his tongue sticking out as he checked through the call logs with you.
“Show me my contact.” You reached your hand out and tipped around on Adam’s phone. As you opened your contact, your eyes scanned over the phone number. “That is not my phone number!”
“What? Are you fucking kidding me?” Adam groaned. “No fucking wayyy.”
“Are you cheating on me?” You blurted out the question.
That made Adam jolt up. “What the fuck?! No! Don’t ask me stupid shit like that. Damn.” Adam rubbed his forehead.
“No, it makes sense.” You slammed Adam’s phone down on the mattress. “You blocked my number everywhere—even blocked me from your social media accounts—and you changed my contact number to cover it up!”
“I didn’t! Why would I do that?!” Adam grasped your face into his hands and made you face him. “Baby, it’s me. I would never cheat on you. I love you more than anything in this world.”
“Yeah, but you would let other women touch and flirt with you while you sign their tits.” You pushed his hands away. “That is cheating!”
“I was just doing my job!” Adam defended himself. “I don’t tell you not to speak to any of these slimy dads who eye you up!”
“You do tell me that! All the time! You are a hypocrite.” You let yourself fall back on the mattress. “How mad would you get if I mention the D-word?”
“Very fucking mad.” Adam brushed a lock out of your face. “Baby, it probably was just some eager fan who got on my phone. We have a few groupies who follow us around on tour.”
“It’s creepy, Adam. The texts sound exactly like me.” You rubbed your hands over your face. It would be one thing if those texts were obviously from someone else, but they copied you.
Adam picked up his phone again and looked through his blocked contacts. Finally, your number was freed. He created another contact for you, naming you ‘Wifey’. He blocked the other number that pretended to be you.
“Text me,” Adam told you, glancing at your screen. With a sigh, you did.
[Reader]: divorce?
The message quickly changed to seen.
Adam yanked your phone out of your hands. “The only ‘D’ you are getting is this dick.”
“Ugh.” You tried to turn away from Adam, but he just trapped you into his arms once again. “Let me go.”
“Shhh, baby.” Adam shushed you, brushing his hand over your face. “Go sleep.”
“It is barely 1PM—”
“Nap time, sweet thing.” Adam just doubled down.
With a sigh, you gave up. You kept lying on your side while Adam quickly drifted off to sleep. You couldn’t help but stare into your old room. Your eyes were stuck on that blood stain, on full display since Adam stripped the bed naked.
For a moment, you felt your lower stomach cramp up. You pressed your hands against your skin, keeping yourself grounded. You are safe. Your eyes flickered from the blood stain to the window.
Huh, for a moment, you could’ve sworn you saw someone peek inside.
Patience of an Angel, Desire of a Man (6; Final Chapter)
College AU! Adam x Fem! Reader (Hazbin Hotel)
Chapters 1 ; 5 ; Masterlist
Summary: Even though you just started your third year of college, you’re still a virgin. In a genius moment of despair, you decide to ask Adam out. Adam Jenesis, the community dick, the virginity taker, self proclaimed ‘dickmaster’, the leader and vocalist and guitarist of that band ‘Edenfall’, with his two very nasty public break ups, and last you heard he’s also involved in some martial arts group.
Adam is known for a lot, and all you want is for him to take your V-card. For whatever reason though, he does not want to fuck you. It makes you seriously consider if there is something incredibly undesirable about you.
Or: You just want to fuck, but Adam wants to take it slow. As it turns out, he’s ready for his hoe phase to end.
Tags: Alternative Universe: University. Fluff and Humour. Happy Ending
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“Will there be any parking space?” Your mother asked over the phone.
You squinted your eyes at the fence you were starring at, slowly swinging from side to side. Reaching your hand out, your fingers pressed against the painted wood, chipping away at white paint flakes. “There will be. You can park wherever.” For a moment you forgot how you normally talk, you really did not need your mother to know that you were pretty drunk.
She sounded relived. “That is good to hear. We will see you next week then, yes?”
“Yup. After my exam we can go to a cafe. Do you know which other colleges you will check out?” It was best to keep her talking. Your brother was close to graduating high school, and it was time for him to apply to college.
Your mother listed off a number of names. All of them were rather close to home, your own college included. For a moment you considered teasing her, what she will do if your brother wants to move across the country? But you decide against it, letting her talk.
You turned around, looking towards your friends. They were all huddled around garden chairs, talking to each other. Your eyes landed on Adam, who was already looking at you. His eyes reflected the stars in the sky, looking at you with a sparkle. He waved at you, and you felt your heart flutter. With a smile you turned back to the fence.
“Alright, honey, I won’t keep you up any longer. We will see each other next week. I love you. Stay safe.”
“I will. I love you too, Mama.” With that you hung up the phone.
Finally, you could return to your friends. You were quick to sit down in your seat beside Adam, stretching your legs out. “Sorry, guys. My mom called.”
Jude gasped in excitement. “Adam, have you ever met her?” Referring to your mother.
Adam shook his head, “Nah. Why?”
You shoot a glare to your friends. “My mom is just very intense, that is all.”
“Tell the priest story!” Jude begged you. “Pleaseeee. It is my favourite one.”
Adam raised his eyebrow, his curiosity was now piqued. “Oh? I am all ears, babe.”
You sighed in defeat. “Well, okay. My mother works as a sectary for our little church in town. Our old priest retired—because he was a hundred years old—and we got a new priest. He is young, more progressive than the old one. My mother hates him. He is too chill in her eyes. She is a big fan of the old testament, after all. Expect in one thing my mother is much more liberal than he is.”
You let a beat pass for the dramatic effect.
“Gay and trans rights. My mother doesn’t play when it comes to those. The young priest on the other hand is a huge homophobe. Sadly for him, he had to learn the hard way that she actually runs the church. I am not kidding, she does the schedule, right? So she just schedules this man to officiate gay weddings, against his will. When he tries to get out off it, she blackmails him. She tells him that she will pull her bible and book club out of the church, and since everyone loves my mother, they would all leave with her."
You wildly move your hands around as you tell the story, a wide grin on Jude’s face. “Then, she locked that man out off everything. She seriously changed his computer password, put a code on the mailbox—which I didn’t know was possible?!—and she changed the whole church website to be gay friendly. The email address? Only she knows the password. She bullies the priest relentlessly!”
There was a moment of silence, before Adam burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard, you were scared he would fall off the chair. He wasn’t the only one, your friends joined in. Even Lute was chuckling, a smile on her otherwise stoic face.
“You guys are laughing, but imagine growing up with someone like that. She has zero chill!” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and letting yourself slid down the seat slightly.
Adam’s hand landed on your thigh, rubbing comforting circles into the skin. “Why? She sounds fucking awesome!”
“Yeah, sure, to you maybe.” You sighed. “Don’t let her see you when she is checking out the campus with my brother next week.”
“You think mother dearest would not approve of me?” Adam grinned at you.
“Of course she wouldn’t. Have you looked in the mirror recently?” You looked Adam up and down for good measure.
“Hey! What is wrong with my outfit?” Adam pulled on his shirt. “You like my style.”
“Sure, I do. My mother might wonder if you are a Satanist though.”
“Hey!” Adam gasped out, offended. “I look very Christian, thank you very fucking much.”
“Sure, dude. Tell that to the demon mask you wear at your concerts.”
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As Esau got out off his mother’s car, he had no problem knowing his way around campus. You have dragged him around enough for him to know where he can find the library, and different lecture halls.
Your mother looked around. Unlike her son, she hasn’t visited the campus since you moved into your dorm, and moved back out off it. She unhappily clicked her tongue. “I thought this was a smoke free campus?” Her chin nodded towards a figure.
Esau immediately recognised him. How couldn’t he? After all, Adam scared the shit out of him during their first meeting. Adam’s posture was slouched as he walked across campus. A cigarette was tucked neatly into his mouth, from which he took a few drags.
“Ugh, and the way he is dressed. Look, that is how a Satanist dresses.” She glared at the retreating figure, shaking her head.
Esau kept his mouth shut, he really didn’t need to shit talk your boyfriend in front of your mother.
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“Maybe you could join a band. They do have some music groups here. You know, Christian rock is pretty popular.” Your mother was reading through the brochure, as they walked through a hallway filled with club rooms and student organisations.
Just as Esau and her looked for the exit on the added in map, a door slammed open. It was the smoker from before, only this time, he seemed pissed off.
Adam was yelling, his arms frantically waving around. “You stupid motherfucker—get the damn rhythm right for once! Or do you got shit for brains, huh?!” His back was turned to your family, as he cursed out his band mates. “Get it the fuck together, before I kick you all out! Fucking useless, everyone of you!” The group of men was already walking off, as Adam continued to curse out his members.
“Smoking, Satanist, anger issues…” Your mother started listing off Adam's red flags. “I hope we won’t have to see that horrible boy for the rest of the day.”
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“Oh, finally, a vending machine!” Esau cheered. They have been looking for snacks for a good while now.
“Ugh. Not him again.” Your mother sighed out, seeing Adam and a young woman by the machine as they punched in numbers. She had silver hair, cut into a neat, blunt bob.
The duo was leaving, and your mother sadly still heard parts of their crass conversation. Adam was laughing, “—obviously nothing is better than a bitch that can squirt!”
Your mother literally flinched when she heard Adam speak. She glared at his retreating figure. “I cannot believe that anyone would date such a disrespectful boy.”
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You stirred your hot chocolate, trying to desperately banish the exam from your mind. At least you are here with your family, meaning your mother will pay for your drink and sweet treat.
“Do you know that boy?” She suddenly asked, looking out of the window on your right.
You turned your head, and saw Adam. He was currently on his phone, lost in his own world. “Uhm, him?” You pointed at Adam, “Why?”
Your mother frowned. “We kept seeing him today. That might be the worst boy I have ever met—and we did not even meet! No words exchanged, but if you would have heard the way he speaks.” She clicked her tongue. “Sinful.”
You watched as Adam finished his typing, and you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Pressing your lips together, you really did not know what to say. “Hm.”
Even though you didn’t want her to, she recounted all of the encounters she had with Adam. All you could do was nod and gasp when appropriate, wishing the ground could swallow you whole. Esau covered up his chuckle with a cough, acting like he choked on his muffin. You reached your hand out, since he sat next to you, and slapped his back as hard as you could.
Your mother frowned, concern in her eyes. She asked your brother if he was alright. He nodded his head, and just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on the window. You jumped in your chair, knee hitting the table. Looking back out of the window, you saw Adam’s smiling face.
For a moment you closed your eyes, imagining yourself in a timeline where Adam made a good impression on your mother. Opening your eyes, you waved back at Adam and looked to your mother. Her eyes were already burning into you.
“He is not that bad!” You immediately tried to defend Adam.
Your mother sighed heavily, her hand coming up to rub her forehead. “Do not speak. What are you thinking?” Her fingers drummed on the table. “Are you even thinking? Or, has he wormed himself into your brain like an incubus?”
When you stood up, your chair scrapped over the floor. You could hear the entrance door bell ring softly, as Adam entered the cafe. Glaring back at your mother, you seethed at her. “You are seriously so judgmental. Don’t talk badly about my boyfriend like that. Goodbye!” You took one step away, before turning around and snatching up your cookie. “I am taking this.”
As you stomped up to Adam who looked confused, but very happy to see you, you pressed your hand against his back and ushered him out with you. He blinked at you as you stood outside. “What—”
You whirled out to glare at Adam. “What the fuck is wrong with, huh? Have you completely lost your mind?
“Baby—” Adam tried to get a word in, but you didn’t let him.
“Don’t talk! Oh my God! Why would you go around campus and talk about squirting while my mother is lurking around?!” You hissed at him. Shoving your hand against his back, you forced him to continue walking. “I cannot believe it! That was so embarrassing, you have no idea!”
As you walked across campus you continued to curse Adam out. You honestly didn’t know what you were supposed to do. Never talk to your mother again for your college boyfriend? Yeah, as if.
You had your hand wrapped around Adam’s arm. “And why aren’t you talking?! Get to apologising!”
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After a few days of radio silence and fighting with yourself if you should call your mother, she ended up reaching out first. Your brother told you, that she was just as torn as you. Well, at least you didn’t have to be the bigger person this time. This wasn’t your first fight, and it wouldn’t be your last.
“Mother, do you want to be in my life? Do you want me to share things with you, both good and bad?” You asked her, picking at your lower lip.
She sighed heavily. You could tell she was tired. “Of course, of course.”
“Then you can’t freak out like that! If you start judging me, I will start keeping things from you.” It was really that simple.
“Don’t. I am your mother, and I will always love you.” There was a pause. “You know, your father was supposed to deal with dating. He really is betraying me right now.” A slight hint of humour was dripping from her otherwise dry voice.
“Guess we will have to visit his grave and yell at him.” You added in, making her chuckle.
In the end, agreed to reach out an olive branch to Adam, and invited him to dinner. Even though she said she already didn’t like him, and probably never will, she can learn to tolerate him. At least for a few hours. Which was already more than you hoped for. Adam was the first person you would be bringing home with you, so that was very exciting.
This time he was better prepared as you both drove down to your hometown. He worse a nice button up shirt, with dark brown slacks. His hair was actually combed through for once, and he ditched any sort of jewellery, except for the golden cross hanging from his neck. In the backseat were flowers and a nice chocolate box, all your mother’s favourites.
“It is that house.” You pointed to your left, as Adam slowed the car down. “You can just park in front of the garage.”
“Alright, baby, as long as I won’t get into anymore trouble.” Adam mumbled, as he parked the car.
Adam and you got out of his car. He opened the backseat doors, fishing out his peace offerings. “You won’t. Just relax. Only my opinion should matter to you.” You try to reassure Adam. If you were in his shoes, you would cry from anxiety, but you also would never humiliate yourself like that in public. So there is that.
He dragged his free hand over his face, “You know, I always look around twice now before I open my mouth. Never felt so fucking paranoid in my life before.” He closed the door, “Soon I will have to fucking check my room for your mother before jerking—”
“Hello, you two.” Came the already annoyed voice of your mother. Adam suppressed a yelp, clutching the flowers into his big hands. She stood behind him, with a trash bag in her hand. “You are here early.” She shoot a glare at Adam, who actually looked so embarrassed, he might pass out.
“Traffic was better than we thought!” You tried to smooth the hopeless situation out with small talk. “How is the priest?” That question kept her going long enough for her to throw out the trash, and let you both into the house.
“—so he put in the paperwork for a transfer, which I pray they approve of.” She ended her newest stories of ways she likes to bully a Servant of God.
“Ma, I can’t believe you harassed him out of the church!” You sat at the kitchen table, as you watched your mother get out a vase.
“Why are you defending him?” She just asked you, as if you were a traitor to the whole family.
“I am not—” You tried to explain yourself, but were interrupted.
“You are. My own daughter.” She shakes her head, then turning to Adam. “Give me the flowers.”
Adam blinked, as if the words didn’t register in his mind. For a few seconds Adam and your mother just stared at each other, before he finally moved. It was like an electric shock went through his body, with the way suddenly thrusted the flowers forward. Your mother rolled her eyes, and turned your back to you two to put the flowers into the vase.
You kicked Adam under the table, and he turned his head to you. Vaguely you gestured towards your mother and mouthed to him to speak. He frantically shook his head, as if his tongue got swallowed. Before you could urge him more to just talk, your mother turned back around.
“So, Adam.” She tilted her heard, looking him up and down. “What is it that you study? What do you want to do after college?”
“Uhm, what I study?” He repeated the question like an idiot. “I am majoring in…” Adam actually seemed to draw a blank. “Business administration! And my minor is in religious studies!”
You could tell that the last part was a pleasant surprise to your mother. She asked again what his plan was after college, and finally, Adam found his voice again. “Well, my mothers both run separate non-profit organisations. My plan was to help out there after college, to get some work experience in.” He scratched his chin. “I do have a band, it’d be cool if that took off, but honestly I am not dependent on that. Who even knows if the band stays together after graduation?” He just shrugged his shoulders.
After that, things got easier. Your mother relaxed when she saw that Adam actually had a plan for the future, that didn’t include sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll. He told her how he helps out at church—he was an altar boy when he was younger!—and both of them discussed how to get a homophobic priest out of her church. Adam was even crueller than your mother in that regard.
You were even instructed to get dinner out of the oven, while your boyfriend and your mother talked about their shared love for the old testament. Which was so crazy to you, that all you could do was serve dinner for the people you loved the most. Your brother was at a friends house, he already knew Adam so there was no need for him to be here.
Adam was currently on his phone, and with a smile showed a picture to your and your mother. It was him at roughly 8 years old, two tall women stood by his side. They were both beautiful, with the one on his left side having white, tight curls which fell down her slander frame. There were some spots on her face—looks like vitiligo—dotted over her face. She had striking grey eyes, framed by white lashes. The woman on the right had long, straight honey blonde hair. There was a soft smile on her face, and her hooked nose, reminding you of a bird, fit her round face perfectly. Her light blue eyes seemed nearly iridescent.
“Why do you look so mad?” You couldn’t help but laugh. Adam’s 8 years old self was very much glaring at the camera, he was a skinny kid back then.
“Because! I barley went from a foster placement to being adopted by them, and immediately got baptised! I didn’t know they would dunk me under water.” He grinned. “It was cold.”
Your mother held his phone in her hand, smiling at the picture. She gave it back to Adam, and stood up. “I also have some pictures.”
“Don’t!” You whirled around in your chair, watching your mother disappear and return with a picture album.
Your mother had a cheeky smile on her face. “Why not? Adam has embarrassed himself enough. Now, it is your turn.”
Adam had an eager smile on his face, ready to look at pictures from your childhood. From baby pictures to up to your teen years, your mother really filled that heavy album up. There were more pictures scattered around the house, and you hoped she wouldn’t pull those out.
You heard Adam gasp in delight as you covered your face. “No fucking way!” Your mother glared at him, and he smiled sheepishly at the swear word. “Sorry.”
“Not that picture!” That was you, deep into an emo phase. The hair and make up would make My Chemical Romance jealous. Your hand shoot out, covering it up. “Turn the page!”
Adam laughed, trying to gently get your hands away from his new obsession. “Lemme take another look! C’mon, babe.”
Shaking your head, your mother finally turned the page. You slipped your hands out of the album, and looked at the last pictures left. It was just your 18th birthday and graduation. Nothing special. Still, Adam’s finger brushed over the pictures, and his eyes were sparkling.
After closing the album, your mother looked outside. “It is getting dark. You should get going.” Which is her nice way of saying you should leave, because her social battery was running low.
Adam was nice enough to help you into your jacket, as you stood by the front door. You took the leftovers your mom gave to you. She pulled you into a hug, once you were finished getting dressed. Your mother pressed a kiss against your cheek, as you said goodbye to her. She reluctantly let go off you, watching as you and Adam walk to the car.
“Drive carefully!” She called out, starring Adam down.
“I will!” He opened the passenger door for you, waving at your mother.
“Or I will hunt you down.” She threatened,
“Oh, I know you will, ma’am.” Adam closed your door, getting into the driver seat. With that he pulled out off the driveway, ready to drive you to his apartment.
Your head rested against the car window as you yawned. Adam turned the music down, “So that went well?” He tried to gauge your feedback.
“She still doesn’t like you.” You flexed your fingers. “But she will tolerate you.”
“I could be Jesus and she still wouldn’t like me.” Adam chuckled. “Can’t blame her. If our future daughter will be half as cute as you, I would chase any boy away from her.”
“Shut up.” You smiled.
“It is fucking true! Ugh, you were such a cute fucking baby. Can you give me, like, 10 of these little balls of sunshine?” Adam pouted at you.
“Can you let me graduate first before trying to get me pregnant?” You teased Adam, who has always been vocal about wanting a big family.
Adam’s finger drummed against the steering wheel. “Sure. Baby, if I ask your mother for your hand in marriage, will she say yes?”
“Maybe. If you keep up that good behaviour.” You closed your eyes. “Can you wake me up when we are back at your place?”
“Of course, baby. Rest those eyes, yeah?” With that you let yourself fall asleep.
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“Your husband is very greedy.” Your mother joined you in the kitchen, sitting down beside you.
You smiled at her, you personally escaped to the kitchen to get some peace. “What did he do this time?” You put the book in your hands down, cramming in your bookmark so you can continue to read later.
“He won’t let me hold my precious, little granddaughter.” She sighed dramatically. “Do something.” Your mother egged you on.
“Oh no, how horrible.” You joined in on her theatrics. “I will go yell at him.”
“Let’s do it together.” Your mother smiled, knowing she has won this (playful) battle against Adam.
Arm in arm you walked into the living room with your mother. The Christmas tree was glowing in a soft light, the decorations carefully picked out by Adam and you. This was the first Christmas you celebrated in your house with both of your families, so that was very exciting. Even though most of the food was provided by your mother, who got here a few days earlier to help you out.
Adam sat on the couch, your baby in his arms. Sera and her wife sat by Adam, and you saw Sera reach her hands out, just wanting to hold the little girl. Adam, the overprotective father that he is now, turned away dramatically from his own mother. He pressed the baby close to his chest, and stuck his tongue out to Sera. She just rolled her eyes, already used to Adam’s behaviour.
Once your daughter spotted you, she was quick to reach her chubby little arms out to you. She squealed happily, fighting against Adam’s grip to get to you. Adam looked heartbroken at that.
“Hi, Eden.” You cooed at her, taking her from Adam. “You wanna cuddle with grandma? Yes?” The baby just smiled back at you. She might be the happiest little girl in the world. “Here, Ma.”
Your mother was quick to take the baby. She got one of her many Christmas present for Eden, a teething toy you wished for, and dangled it in front of her face. Eden was quick to grab it, and shove it into her mouth. Your mother sat down in a love seat, showering her grandchild in love.
You sat beside Adam, who was quick to wrap his arm around you. “Can’t believe you just gave our daughter away.”
“Be careful, what if I sell her for a chip next?” You cuddled closer to Adam. He pressed a kiss on top of your head, while chuckling.
Sera spoke up. “I would like to put myself on the baby waiting list.”
You laughed at that, “You gotta fight my mother for that now. Don’t worry, she is much more accommodating than Adam here.”
“Put me also on there while you are at it.” Esau spoke up, hunched over his new laptop you gifted him for his PhD program.
“Woah, Adam, look. Our daughter is the most popular girl in the family.” You joked.
“Duh, obviously she is! ‘Cause she is just as cute as her mommy.” Adam’s hands brushed over your fingers, turning the wedding band on your ring finger happily. “Means we need more children, so everyone can be happy.”
You giggled softly, letting the warm atmosphere wash over you. In the end dating Adam turned out to not be such a bad idea, after all.
