I'm Sera but call me whatever name you want. I go by feminine pronouns. This is my writing blog for whatever requests I get or generally things I want to write. Requests may take awhile as I have a bad habit of procrastinating.
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I have another. Kinda like a continuation of the proposal but imagine this.
Abel’s dad is alive and in Hell. Imagine the shock he gets that his son is engaged to a succubus. Then finding out they’re his ex? He’d want to know what the fuck happened.
Anyways enjoy that little thought! Art of my demon Adam by my adopted son @uglycupidd that was done for me for my birthday!
I have been so excited to get to this!!! I had so much fun writing the next part of succubus reader that I'm probably gonna write the next part sooner rather than later
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Summary: Reader and Abel are finally engaged! Adam, having ended up in Hell after being stabbed by Niffty, finds out.
Words: 2.5k
The last thing Adam remembered was the fight at that shitty hotel. Of course Lucifer's daughter called him up to fight the battle for her. Everyone there was going to die if he hadn't shown up to save them from Adam's awesome death rays. The worst part wasn't his girls getting killed or being beat up by Lucifer. No. The worst part wasn't even when that pesky little sinner stabbed him in the back, literally.
The actual worst part came after that. He woke up in Hell. At first he thought it was some kind of dream brought on by his injuries. He'd lost a lot of blood in the fight at the hotel so it would be expected that his dreams turned out weird afterwards. Adam's dream theory went out the window after a few hours though. Heaven had actual divine miracles, he wouldn't be in this bad a state for long if it were a dream.
In the time since then he'd been able to make a meager living for himself. Nothing compared to the extravagance he was used to after centuries in Heaven. He missed his pad. He missed his band. He missed his army. He missed Lute. Adam couldn't believe he actually missed more than just his stuff but he did. Now instead of being the respected leader of Heaven's army, he was relegated to being a bartender in some rundown casino. Adam doubted anyone would even know the name of the place.
At night all he did was drink. Booze became his closest friend. Sure he could try to make friends but he was Adam damn it. The first man! That had to mean something! At least it should've meant he didn't have to become friends with disgusting sinners. Though, if he thought about it to too long, he was one of them now. It wasn't an easy pill to swallow. Which is why he drowned out those kinds of thoughts with booze.
As he got home from another rough shift where he made entirely too little, he sat and turned on the TV to 666 News. None of the news really interested him. How could it when it was usually about another stupid overlord. Adam never cared about what the denizens of Hell got themselves up to. He really only watched because he enjoyed what a bitch Katie Killjoy was. Even if she sucked up to whichever overlord was in charge. It was always so obvious.
He wasn't expecting anything good. Usually it was just background noise for him while he wallowed in his misery. But this got his attention. That stupid fucking hotel was getting more attention than ever. Even hellborn demons were starting to work for them. For what? Being the biggest losers in all three realms? Normally this would just piss him off. Hearing anything about the hotel always did.
But on the video, in a small grainy corner, were yellow wings. His son's yellow wings. Sure Adam hadn't actually talked to his son in ages, but he at least knew what he looked like. If Abel was at that shitbox hotel he needed to find out why. Tomorrow, though, because he was already too drunk to go anywhere. Adam passed out without noticing the succubus tail entering the hotel right behind Abel.
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"Wait you guys all knew?"
Husk looked over at Charlie, "Who do you think told us?"
To her credit, she hadn't said anything. Anytime she'd felt like talking about how excited she was for you and Abel, she'd talked to Emily or Vaggi. Unfortunately she also wasn't exactly subtle about what she was hiding. Nor was she quiet when she talked about something she was passionate about.
"I didn't say anything. To them. Necessarily…" she nervously laughed. "But I couldn't just hold it in! It's a big deal!"
She ran over to give you a giant hug. It was so tight you felt like she was going to choke you out. She was almost more excited than you were if her hug was anything to go off of. You had to pry her off of you so that you could keep talking to everyone else. Niffty had made her way over to Abel and you could tell how nervous he was getting at any of the attention being on him.
"Do you have a theme? Are you gonna have the wedding soon? Can my roach band play?" Her eye got wider after every question.
"No. I don't think so. You have a roach band?" Abel was trying to keep up with the barrage of questions but after every answer he gave, she had 5 more.
You walked over to Niffty, having to bend down slightly, "Hey Nif I think I heard a guest up in room 26 said they have some rats that need taking care of."
She sped off pretty quickly after that. Abel sighed in relief as she sped off excitedly to kill the rats. You giggled at how eager she always was to stab anything in sight. Getting Niffty to go clean wasn't even the end of getting questioned. They all had various questions about what the wedding would be like and how the proposal went. Husk seemed to be the only person who didn't have anything to add.
As they were questioning you, a small imp nervously came up to Charlie, "There's someone outside who wants to speak with you. He says it's urgent."
"Is it really urgent? I'm a little busy," she pouted a little.
The only thing that got her to leave was Vaggi agreeing to go with her. You tried to keep talking but soon enough there was loud shouting from outside. It was hard to make anything out but swears and insults. The voice of who you assumed was the sinner sounded familiar but you couldn't quite place it.
Abel was kind enough to volunteer to check and went to go see what could possibly be going on. He wouldn't get involved but maybe he could still help Charlie? At first all he saw was a random sinner demon arguing with Vaggi with a bite she reserved for people she really hated. As he got closer, his eyes went wide as if he'd seen a ghost. He stumbled a bit but his legs somehow forced him to move closer to where they were.
"Dad?"
The sinner looked over at Abel and gave a wide shit eating grin, "See? There he is! Was it really so hard to just tell me he was here?"
Adam walked over to Abel and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Even now he was still a bit taller than his son. Abel had to look up at him to see his face and what he looked like now that he was in Hell. He looked so different but similar at the same time. It was as if no time had passed and yet the gray in Adam's much longer hair said otherwise. Abel opened his mouth but no words came out.
"See? Speechless. I knew he'd wanna see his old man."
Tears pricked at Abel's eyes and ran down his face. It was too small for Adam to notice just yet. Not that he would have given how he was preoccupied in his argument with Vaggi. Abel's body tensed up as Adam pulled him in closer. What started as small tears turned into soft sobs. He pushed Adam away from him. The pissed off look on Adam's face just made him back away more.
Nothing was getting through to him. Any words went in one ear and right out the other. Abel's eyes were focused on the man in front of him. The man he never thought he'd see again. The man who was gone for years. The man who was supposed to love him at one point. Thee man he loved at one point. The man who raised him. The man who hurt him.
The shock wasn't setting in yet. Everyone could tell from the way Abel was still sobbing and clutching his sides. Charlie stepped forward but Adam moved first. And he looked pissed.
"Didn't think to tell your dad you were hanging out with demon scum huh? I thought you'd know better than to be around the fucking enemy," he spat.
"They're… They're not…" Abel tried to force out the words.
"Not what? The enemy? Bullshit. They're demons. You might think they can change but they can't. None of them can."
Inside, you were starting to get worried. Abel had been outside for a while. You couldn't hear the loud arguing but if things were resolved, he'd be back with you by now. The first thing you saw was your fiancé on the verge of a panic attack. You ran over to him but he opened up a portal to Heaven before you could make it. The golden glow of the portal disappeared right as you reached out your hand. All of your worry turned into fury at whoever made him feel that way.
The sinner was standing there. You could feel your fury as your tail whipped around behind you. It was taking everything in you not to rip him to shreds. He had this stupid look on his face that made you want to kill him in such brutal ways even other demons would be shocked. If looks could kill, he'd be dead one thousand times over.
"Who the FUCK do you think you are? You come to this hotel just for what? To start a fucking argument? Well guess what douche bag, I'm going to knock your ass… out…" you slowly stop as you take in more of the sinner's features.
He smiled, "Remember me?"
You folded your arms, "Yeah. I do. What are you doing here Adam?"
"Trying to talk to my son. Do I need permission from a random succubus to do that now?"
"Random succubus is a nice way to say his fiancé," you practically snarled at him.
Adam laughed right in your face, "Fiancé? Yeah right. Angels don't date succubus whores. And they definitely don't marry them. My son knows that."
"You know there's more to our love than just me being a succubus right? We actually love each other Adam. The same way I used to love you."
At this point Adam's usual grin dropped. You two still had a bit of an audience and he hadn't expected you to confront him at all, much less reveal that kind of information in front of people. You had thought he'd be pissed that you brought up your history but he just looked shocked.
"You seriously loved me?" Adam mumbled.
"Yeah. I really did. A lot of people have. But that was a long time ago. Leave me- leave us alone. You might be in Hell but that doesn't mean we want anything to do with you."
With that you finally took off. You could hear someone calling your name but you didn't care about any of that right now. You had to get back to the apartment. If Abel was back up in Heaven, you had to hope he'd be back in your shared space soon. He always made sure to talk to you when he was going through things so he couldn't stay away in Heaven for long.
As you flew back home, you called him over and over. It always went to voicemail. Your texts weren't marked as read so at least you couldn't say he was ignoring you. You sighed. Patience wasn't your strong suit.
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It took awhile before you were greeted with that familiar golden glow of his portal opening up. You didn't even think before you were running over to hold him. Your arms find their way around his shoulders and pull him in as close as you can. He wasn't crying anymore but you could still feel the tension in his body as he moved to hug you back. Abel's arms gently held your waist and pulled you against him.
After a bit, you could feel your shoulder starting to dampen as he began crying again. His grip got tighter as he sobbed harder. For a few minutes that's all you did. Held him while he cried about someone he thought he'd never see again. You didn't dare trying to pull away before you knew he was ready. Sure you hadn't seen or thought about Adam for eons before being with Abel but hearing about his supposed death still affected you. You couldn't imagine how Abel was feeling.
He slowly pulled away but kept his arms around you. His face looked like a mess from having just cried his eyes out. You wiped away a few of the stray tears still running down his face.
"Feeling a little better?" you asked gently.
"I guess?" He thought about it for a second, "No. I'm not. How do I deal with seeing my dead dad? Not dead dad? Ugh this is confusing."
"Anyone would be confused in this situation," you frowned and took his hands in yours.
"I know. You're right. It's just… There's so many things I feel all at once? I guess I should be relieved he's not dead but that just means I have to see him again. We could reconnect but he seems like he hasn't changed so I don't know if it would be better. Oh god do we have to invite him? I mean he's your ex and all-"
You cut him off with a small peck to his lips, "Abel. It's gonna be okay. Trust me. We'll figure it out. I'm here for you and nothing is changing that. You don't have to see your dad if you don't want to."
He sighed and rested his head in the crook of your neck, "I… How am I going to handle this?"
"The same way you always do. You've gone through so much already. I know we can get through this together. Why don't we go to bed? It's been a long day for both of us."
Abel just gave a small nod and followed you into the bedroom. You helped him to get into his pajamas that he always kept at the apartment with you. Honestly you couldn't remember the last time he spent the night in Heaven instead of with you. Normally he'd still look at you getting into your pajamas with a sense of awe like he was seeing your body for the first time. Tonight, though, he just quietly handed you your clothes and crawled into bed.
His arms came up to wrap around you the second you were in bed with him. Abel's face nuzzled into your skin. You moved to face him. He always looked exhausted but it seemed like the weight of seeing Adam was finally crashing down on him.
"Hey. I love you."
He just gave a soft smile and kissed you, "I love you too."
any tips or advice for those who are new to writing x readers?
Thank you for the question anon! It feels more daunting than it is. When I first started, I was worried about not being vague enough or being too vague because I want my readers to actually feel inserted in the story. Treat Reader as a character in their own right! By that I mean don't feel afraid to give Reader a personality. I always picture myself when I'm writing which helps me to get invested in Reader outside of as a reader insert for my audience
I also tend to avoid describing physical features outside of my smut scenes where I have to mention body parts. Even then I avoid mentioning anything more descriptive so that anyone can enjoy my work! It's about knowing when to be vague (physical features) and when to add more (personality, how they interact)
idea for a soft dom abel fic!! insecure reader who is always worried about being an inconvenience because they prefer to relax and be gently guided during intimacy rather than be a switch but abel loves when his partners have that specific preference so he comforts them by doing exactly that!!
Love love love this prompt!! I'm kinda disappointed in how this turned out but I hope you enjoy
Gentle Guidance
Summary: Exactly what the request says!
Words: 1k
Contains: Oral (f receiving)
"Abel is a pushover" was something that got tossed around a lot. It wasn't that he couldn't stand up for himself. Just that he preferred to avoid conflict for as long as possible if he could help it. His pacifist tendencies meant that people made a lot of assumptions about him and your relationship. Especially when it came to the bedroom. Everyone was nice enough not to ask outright (except the occasional joke from Angel Dust).
You knew better though. Abel loved being on top. It was his way of showing how much he cared about you. And he really did love you. His absolute favorite thing was showing you how much he loved your body. He couldn't get enough of spoiling you in the bedroom. Even though you knew how much he loved being on top, you couldn't help but take everyone's comments to heart.
It wasn't like they were being mean. You knew that. But you were always the one being guided in the bedroom. With the jokes and looks you couldn't help but wonder if Abel would prefer to be doted on for once. You tried not to think about it. It did feel amazing when he was taking care of you. The thought that you could be doing more still crept in while you were with Abel no matter how much you tried to ignore it though.
It should've been easy to ignore. Abel was so good at spoiling you. He was kissing down your body so delicately it was as if he was afraid to hurt you just by touching your skin. His hands were on your sides, lightly squeezing. He always did that when he was kissing your body. Then he looked up at you with the most adoring look in the world. That was enough to remind you of everything you were trying to ignore.
Small tears started to mess with your vision. You tried to wipe them away before Abel noticed but he was already pulling you close to comfort you. The tears ran down your cheeks even though all you wanted was to get the crying to stop. Abel held you against him and gently kissed the top of your head.
"What's wrong? I didn't hurt you did I?" he gently wiped away your tears.
"No, no. It's not that. I don't think you could hurt me anyway," you gave a half hearted laugh.
"Then what's going on?"
You looked down at your hands, too embarrassed to look at him, "You're not disappointed that I never switch right?"
Abel seemed confused, "What do you mean?"
"I mean," you sighed and looked up at him. "I mean, you're not upset that you're always doting on me when I don't really do the same for you? I feel like I could be doing more to make things better for you."
"I'm not disappointed at all! I love being able to take care of you," he said as he kissed your cheek.
"You do? Why?"
You weren't convinced. He wasn't lying but you still couldn't believe Abel would be okay with always having to take care of you. Abel pulled you in closer to start tailing his kisses from your cheek down to your neck.
"I love it because I love you. I don't need you to switch and be on top," he emphasized his point by kissing you softly.
His arms wrapped around your waist as you two kissed. One of your hands moved to his cheek to keep him there. Abel shifted to have you underneath him. When you finally let him break the kiss, he moved to kiss your body again. He paid extra attention to the parts of your body you were the most insecure about. Your whimpers were keeping him going.
Once he got further down, he gently spread your legs to kiss your outer lips. Your face went bright red but that only made him go in for more. Abel's fingers traced along your thighs before making their way to dip into your core. The awestruck look on his face was too pretty to look away from. Abel always made that same face whenever he saw your face despite the countless times he's seen it by now.
"You always look so pretty angel. Why would I want to do anything else?"
Before you could respond, he licked a stripe through your folds. The moan you let out cut through any words you were trying to get out. He set your thighs on his shoulders so that he could get more of you. It was hard to keep up with how eager he was eating you out. His tongue was making sure to taste every inch of your slick.
Abel lifted up his head, "Doing okay up there?"
You nodded in response. Normally he'd get you to use your words but he knew you needed this. He moved back down to keep lapping up your wetness. You'd seen him eat ice cream on a hot day less feverishly than he did when he was eating you out. It felt just as amazing as it looked. Abel moved to suck on your clit. To replace his tongue, he slid two fingers inside of you and curled. You couldn't help but whine and grind against his face.
"You're doing so good. You look so pretty…" Abel mumbled against your folds.
It wasn't like you were paying too much attention to what he was saying anyway. His touch had you a mess underneath him. Your hands went to his hair and pulled slightly as you got closer. You'd probably feel insecure again later but for now all you were worried about was your boyfriend's lips on you.
"Abel. 'M so close…" you forced out.
"Please finish on my tongue angel. Please," he whined into your slick.
He moved from sucking on your clit to tease your entrance with his tongue. His fingers continued to slide in and out of you but the pace quickened. With his free hand, he went to rub your sensitive clit while his tongue was busy. All of it was just a little too much for your sensitive cunt.
Abel happily licked up your release while you came down from your high. Once you were cleaned up enough for him, he moved to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his tongue.
"I promise I'm never disappointed that you let me do this instead of trying to switch. I love doing this. Really."
Also, in the hazbin Hotel x idol reader, the reader group's concept is like a mixture of dempagumi.inc and phantom siita
In short: Phantom Siita’s concept is “retro horror idol” — combining vintage Japanese idol tropes + horror/ghost-aesthetic elements + a metaphor of moths drawn to flame
Dempagumi.inc is built on the “otaku idol” identity — every member is proudly obsessed with a specific fandom or niche interest. Their branding celebrates being quirky, nerdy, overly energetic, and unique.
Sorry this took so long!! I was really struggling to write this so I kinda just decided to go a little crazy with it. Hope you enjoy!!
Idol Awards Night
Summary: Reader is in an idol group (based on the two mentioned above) and the idol awards are tonight!
Words: 3.4k
Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, a little Abel/Reader but it's not the focus
Groups are the Vees, Hazbins, and Exxorcists (Reader's group). Reader's group is based on both groups mentioned above, so each member has a horror genre that they're interested in.
Meant with a chubby reader in mind but doesn't effect the story much! I also know next to nothing about idols so apologies for any inaccuracies!
This is heavily inspired by @/candysignal's idol AU so go check them out!!!
“Come on guys! You’re almost done!”
Your choreographer Emily was at the front of the room doing the moves along with you. She was always extra cheerful towards the end of practice. It got annoying occasionally but most of the time you were just glad to have a choreographer who wasn’t a dick. The moves weren’t exactly easy either. Being a bit bigger than the other members of your group made it even harder. You’d gotten extra coaching more than a few times. Emily was a saint and never made you feel bad for coming to her for help.
Adam, your manager, did make you feel bad for getting extra help. He wasn’t one to talk with how he treated his own body. He was constantly making comments about how “some people” need a little extra help. You’d caught him talking to your group members behind your back multiple times. His obnoxious eating and drinking while watching your group practice didn’t help you to retain anything.
“Yeah c’mon! You need to learn these moves before tonight! Especially you (Y/N),” he shouted between mouthfuls of food.
Getting out of there was your biggest motivation to memorize the choreo fully. Which, to your credit, you had memorized it. It just wasn’t up to “Adam quality.” Whatever that meant. Once the song was over, Emily let you all leave. You weren’t the only one who needed a break it seemed. The locker room was your first stop. You grabbed a few things out of your locker and immediately headed towards the showers.
On the way there, you were stopped by your group members. If you didn’t know any better you’d have sworn this was a scene out of a movie. Lute was in front of them. She’d always been the toughest on you. It was probably why Adam liked her the best.
“In a rush there?”
You gave a forced laugh, “Yeah. Rough practice today. I was going to take a shower-”
“It wasn’t that hard. I mean, I didn’t even break a sweat,” one of the other girls, Harper, cut in.
“She just struggles a bit is all,” Hope tried to be nice but it still came off as a backhanded compliment with the way the rest of the group laughed.
A sigh left your lips, “Look can I just shower? I’d rather not smell for the rest of the day.”
“If you must. See you tonight. If you’re not too busy hanging out with Vaggi,” Lute said as she walked off with the group.
Hope gave you a look over her shoulder but otherwise kept walking. You didn’t blame her. The two of you had been close once, when Vaggi was still part of the group. Lute and Adam always found a way to target you three. Life was probably easier for her when she was kissing up to them. Since you still struggled you still got to be a target.
The hot water from the shower washed away the sweat and anger from that day’s practice. The steam helped to calm you. They couldn’t get in your head right before a major awards show. This performance was too important. You took a deep breath. Stressing wouldn’t help either. You’d been an idol long enough to know that. It was easy to get caught up in the work needed to do this that you almost forgot that you were going to get to celebrate at the awards show. Even if you didn’t win, you’d get to see how excited your fans were.
That put enough pep in your step to finish the shower and get changed for lunch. The awards show was much later in the day so you took the chance to wear something more comfortable while you could. You hadn’t expected anyone to wait for you either so you were doing good knowing that no one was going to bother you about how you did at practice.
A small cough brought you out of your thoughts. Your manager’s son, Abel, was standing outside of the building awkwardly. Most people would be nervous to see their manager’s son/intern standing and waiting for them. You, on the other hand, couldn’t be more glad. You walked over and gave him a big hug.
Abel was the polar opposite of his dad. He never made you feel shitty for messing up during a practice and was always helping out where he could. He’d been brought on soon after Vaggi left so you got attached pretty quickly. You didn’t notice his cheeks dusted a slight pink when you went in for the hug.
“Abel! I’m so glad you’re here. We’re still on for lunch right?”
“I wouldn’t be here if we weren’t. Where were you thinking?”
Your driver pulled up and held the door open for the two of you.
“Thank you Collin,” you smiled at him as you got into the car. “I was thinking we could go to that sushi place you wanted to check out!”
“We don’t have to! It’s probably not even that great,” he nervously laughed.
“I want to though! You’ve been gushing about it for weeks. You can’t just tell me how cool a place is and not let me go.”
Abel looked away to hide his blush, “If you insist.”
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The sushi restaurant Abel recommended, much to your dismay, was much more popular than he’d realized. The line alone would’ve taken forever. Since you weren’t going to use the celebrity card to get in, the two of you just left. Abel was apologizing the whole time. You two ended up ordering some takeout and spending the next few hours gossiping in your hotel room.
“I still can’t believe we’re up against Vaggi’s new group. I haven’t seen her in ages,” you played with your food a little.
“I’ve, uh, heard about her? Her genre was… thrillers, right?”
You nodded, “Yeah. It was really surprising that she left to join such a cutesy group. Probably because they’re more relaxed. I can’t say I blame her.”
“You’re not planning on leaving are you?” Abel asked too quickly.
“As much as I think about it, I don’t think I could. I like what we do. I like our fans. And I wouldn’t be able to hang out with you as often!”
He looked away to hide his blush, which you somehow didn’t notice.
“I’m just glad she didn’t join the Vees. She never would with how much she hates them but it was such a relief.”
Abel nodded along. He’d never had the displeasure of meeting the Vees before. If you were nervous about performing, Abel was nervous about seeing them in person. All he had to go off of were their social media posts which were usually sexual. You looked up and noticed his eyebrows starting to furrow.
“Hey. You don’t have to talk to them. They usually avoid our group anyway,” you smiled softly at him.
“I guess. It’s not like we have to talk to everyone, right?”
“Exactly! It’ll be fine.”
You couldn’t tell if you were saying it more for him or for yourself. Awards shows felt more nerve wracking than a normal performance. The crowd would have plenty of your fans but there would be people there who aren’t fans that you had to impress. You took a breath to steady yourself. These shows happened all the time so it wouldn’t be too big a deal. Even if you didn’t end up winning an award, you would be happy to see your old friend.
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The night came quicker than you’d expected. You were in the dressing room with your group beforehand so that all of your outfits were perfectly coordinated. A hairstylist was behind you to make sure your hair was perfectly cut and styled. To maintain a theme, everyone’s hair was cut the same length. You envied other groups who had more creative freedom. At least you had some say in your outfit so that you would maintain your usual theme.
The outfits you all had on kept your signature colors of black, white, and the occasional red. Just for the awards show, each member had a symbol of their horror genre of choice. The sleeves of your top, for example, were the carpet pattern from The Shining. Lute wore a choker that looked like a Saw trap for her tribute. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hope wearing the Blair Witch symbol and another member with a tribute to The Ring. You knew pictures of the outfits were bound to be all over social media by the end of the night.
Paparazzi for the event were going nuts as usual. It felt like hundreds of cameras were on you at once. The flashing was always on the verge of driving you crazy. You gave your best smile for the cameras. By now you'd have thought you'd be used to the spotlight but all it did was drive you crazy. At least you discomfort never showed on camera. Plenty of reporters were trying to shove their way to the front to talk to your group about the event.
An especially eager reporter made her way to the front,“Exxorcists! How are you feeling about the show tonight?”
Lute spoke up before anyone could answer, “We’re looking forward to it. In fact, we have a surprise for any of our fans who are tuning in tonight!”
You nodded behind her. It was doubtful that the cameras caught you with everyone else in front of you. Still, you kept smiling just in case. The interviewer complimented your outfits and kept asking questions mainly directed at Lute. She always looked so natural in the spotlight compared to the rest of the group. It didn't bother you as much as it used to. Soon enough the next people were walking down the carpet and your group was pushed along.
Backstage was more frantic than the red carpet. Assistants and stage crew were running all over to make sure everything was perfect for every performance. Vox was barking someone around who looked incredibly scared of him. When he scurried past, you gave him a smile of encouragement. Idols like Vox and the other Vees weren't the easiest to work with. You could tell they had big plans for their performance that night.
Whether for better or worse, your group wasn’t up first. The Vees were. You’d never actually seen them perform so part of you was looking forward to it out of curiosity. The lights dimmed as they took the stage. A techno beat thrummed in the background. Vox started singing first only to be joined by Valentino and Velvette. Their voices worked together so well. The blue lights overhead were soon joined by red and purple, though the blue overtook both of them. You rolled your eyes at the not so subtle metaphor.
The show was hard to watch from the side stage but you could tell their usual performance was toned down a lot for the awards show. Valentino seemed slightly upset during the show. You could tell because he gave the same expressions you did when Lute was hogging the spotlight. Velvette didn’t seem as bothered but she’d always been harder for you to get a read on. Vox was the one who was really shining through. He was a natural on stage in front of everyone.
Their performance ended which meant you were on next. You did one last check to make sure your mic was ready. Your heartbeat felt so loud that you could hear it. It was just another awards show but it somehow felt different. Maybe it was Adam reminding you over and over how perfect this performance had to be. Or the debut of your new single. It always made you a little nervous to make new music. The Vees exited the stage and walked right by you. The tension in the air was more than noticeable. Your groups had never gotten along. While everyone was cordial for the cameras, they were less than nice backstage.
Vox walked up first, “It’s going to be pretty hard to top a performance like that. Wouldn’t you say Velvette?”
“It’s already all over socials. We’ll probably end up winning like usual,” she grinned, barely looking up from her phone screen.
Lute’s hands started turning into fists by her sides, "You fuckers don't deserve that win. You haven't worked nearly as hard as we have."
"Aw afraid you might lose?" Valentino came up besides Velvette.
Harper walked next to Lute and faced Valentino, "We're not afraid of losing because we know we'll win."
Vox actually laughed out loud at that, "Yeah we'll see. Our popularity ratings would beg to differ."
To prevent anyone from bawling, you stepped in between both groups, “Lute we’re about to go on. Adam wouldn’t want you to mess up a performance because some assholes are gloating.”
Lute huffed but walked onstage anyway, “We’ll see who fucking wins.”
The group followed her onto the stage. Abel was nearby and hiding himself behind his clipboard so that the Vees wouldn't notice him. Before going on stage you ran over to give him a quick hug. It helped your nerves a little to have him nearby. You then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as you ran off. He tried to say something but you didn’t hear him with how quickly you were rushing on stage to get in position. His hand gently held where you kissed.
The bright lights from above flashed on right as you got into position. Lute gave you a look letting you know you were getting talked to later about not getting onstage quickly. The group’s new song Gravity started to play. Cheers came from the audience as they realized this was a brand new song. You’d been teasing new music but they hadn’t expected it to be shown off so soon. Penlights with your group’s symbol were already lighting up the room. Performing felt less daunting with so many people cheering for you. You even heard a few people cheer your name specifically.
Your choreography was muscle memory at this point. Despite what Adam claimed, you worked your ass off for tonight. Every lyric, every step, every look was perfectly coordinated. While you were hoping to win, you knew getting to hear the fans cheer their lungs out over the new song made everything worth it.
Once the performance was over, you exited the same way you came on. The Hazbins were there waiting to go on. Their dresses were less coordinated but it suited them. It was a bit of a surprise that they were performing since they weren't putting out new music soon but you couldn't deny you were happy to see them. Your group moved past but not without Lute “accidentally” bumping into Charlie. The other members giggled. You stayed behind for just a second.
“Hey sorry about them. Lute never really got over you leaving."
Cherri Bomb watched at they walked away, "The fuck is their problem anyway? It's not like they're the only group out there."
"Too much to explain before we go on…" Vaggi sighed.
"Unfortunately. Good luck you guys! I'll see you after the show!”
They waved at you as they made their way on. As soon as the music started up, the crowd went wild. Evidently it was one of their older songs that they managed to include Vaggi on. The lights were all different shades of pink to match their rough color scheme. Honestly if you weren't in a rival group you would have enjoyed their music, though it was a bit over the top for your tastes.
Listening to the lyrics a bit more and you could tell why they were so beloved. Like many artists before them, they hid their message behind the cutesy style of their show. They all looked like they were having so much fun on stage compared to your group who just focused on being perfect. You walked away after that. It was too much to think about.
The award announcement was going to be any minute and you needed to focus on that. The walk to your seat felt a bit like a blur. Now that the performance was over, your brain just wanted to stop thinking. You tried to hold on as you sat next to the rest of your group. Their whispers were loud enough to hear but not loud enough to make out what they were saying. You could guess, though. All you could hope was that your group won. Adam and the rest of the group would be insufferable if you didn't get it.
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The Vees won. The Vees fucking won. Vox was always annoying but the face he was making really took the cake for most annoying he's ever been. Their speech wasn't even that good. It was full of buzz words to make it sound like they were so grateful for their fans. It was bullshit but their fans didn't need to know that. You politely clapped but you knew what was waiting for you tomorrow.
As the event ended, you did your best to leave as quick as possible. You didn't want to face anyone right now. The universe seemed to take that as a joke because you ran right into Charlie. You did your best to hold back any tears that might let her know you weren't doing okay. But it's Charlie and she somehow always brightened up the room.
"(Y/N)! There you are! I was hoping we'd get to talk after the show. Your group did so good. Your outfits are so creative too! I mean, seriously-"
"Hon I think they get it," Vaggi laughed.
Charlie gave a small laugh, "Right. Yep. Knew that."
"But seriously great job. Adam wasn't too mean was he?"
You sighed, "I wish I could say he wasn't but you know him."
There wasn't much time to catch up before everyone else started filing out and the paparazzi were back in full swing. You got a few friendly pictures with Charlie and Vaggi because of it. You were hoping to talk to them more but pictures with the group were more important, as was showing grace after the loss. Getting the group pictures (again) was much more draining than it had been beforehand. You were dreading the photographers leaving though.
Once they left, you were at the mercy of the rest of the group. You had to leave with them to go to the hotel anyway so it was an inevitability. In the car, you could feel everyone's eyes on you. You kept your head down in hopes that they wouldn't bring anything up. At least Adam wasn't in the car.
"What. The fuck. Was that?" Lute spat.
You didn't respond.
"No answer? Pathetic. We had that award in the bag. Showed off the new song and everything. You ruined it."
The drive felt endless as she continued to berate you over nothing. Everything you thought you nailed earlier, she managed to tear down. The city lights that normally felt so comforting were now suffocatingly bright. When the hotel was in sight, you felt your heart leap in your chest. Adam would've gotten here first so you didn't need to worry about him yet.
The door opened to let you out. Lute grabbed your shoulder to make you face her.
"Hey. Don't think we're done here-"
"Actually, Lute, Adam sent me to get (Y/N). He needs to talk to them."
You turned around to see Abel there. Lute grumbled but let you go anyway. Inside, Abel took you aside to hold you tight. After everything you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. He was the only thing keeping you sane.
"You did great out there. Really. You deserved to win," he mumbled.
You sniffled, "You're just saying that."
"I'm not," Abel pulled your gaze to meet his. "I was trying to tell you earlier but you had to get on stage. You've been doing amazing. It's on them that they can't see that."
Your arms wrapped around his neck to hold him tighter, "You're too good to me."
"I don't think I'm being nice enough after what you've been through today. Why don't we just go upstairs and relax?"
A genuine smile spread across your face for the first time that night, "I'd like that."
I'm officially opening my requests back up! Fandoms/characters I write for are in my pinned post. I still have a few requests to get through so it may take a while but I will get to every request!
Don't be afraid to get perverted either! My only hard limits are pedophilia, incest, zoophilia, scat, etc.
HAI, so uhh- I saw in your pinned post that you are okay with writing mha stuff. So I was wondering if you could write something about fatgum (I consider Abel just a different version of him but I still enjoy both in different ways) that’s if you’re okay with it though. You can have full creative liberties on whatever it is because I don’t have a prompt in mind. Uhh thank you :3
I've been waiting for a Fatgum request!! I'm with you, I also see him as super similar to Abel. Just less of a pushover. This has a little bit of feedism so if you want another fic that doesn't have that I would love to write it for you
Late Night Snacking
Summary: Fatgum uses up his fat in a fight against a villain and needs a night in with his partner.
Words: 1.5k
GN reader, light feedism but nothing explicit or sexualizing
Being a hero is not nearly as glamorous as the magazines made it out to be. Sure you got to meet a lot of people once you got high enough in the pro hero rankings but most heroes never even made the top 100. Taishiro was lucky enough to be right near the middle. It was the sweet spot of popularity. Unfortunately being on the ranking at all meant dealing with some pretty tough villains.
Taishiro didn’t mind, of course. He’s had his fair share of nasty villain fights. It only started worrying him once he started to take on trainees. The fight against Rappa was the first time he actually felt worried in a long time. He even made sure to train extra once he healed so that he’d be able to take on villains like that without needing to use up all of his fat supply.
Still, sometimes tough villains are hard to predict. A group of villains was robbing a bank and knew they were close to where Fatgum and his sidekicks patrolled. They even came prepared. One of their buddies had a quirk that was hard to wear down. He’d been up against villains like that but usually didn’t have to worry about attacking.
The villains, like most criminals they fought, thought they were more prepared than they were. The group hadn’t even considered that part of his quirk was using the energy he absorbed. When he started to charge up the attack, the villain looked about ready to run. The blast wasn’t that big but it still knocked the robber on his ass. Quirk suppressant handcuffs were put on them quickly after that.
Despite how small the blast had felt, it used up more fat than he was expecting to burn in a fight this low scale. The group might not have been completely prepared but their research did show. Both of his sidekicks rushed over after they saw how he’d slimmed after the fight. Kirishima, who hadn’t seen him shrunk down since the Rappa fight, was especially worried. He kept apologizing for getting caught up fighting one of the villain’s teammates.
“I’m really sorry Fatgum. I should’ve taken that guy down no problem!” Kirishima sheepishly rubbed his neck.
Fatgum turned to Kirishima, “Don’t even worry about it! They knew you worked with me and prepared for that. Besides, I’m not even hurt that bad.”
“But you never have to use your fat reserves like this!” Kirishima argued.
“That’s because I used it for my counterattack. He wasn’t being worn down at all.”
“Are you sure? I can take you-”
“I’m fine,” he interrupted. “Really. I just need to get home.”
Amajiki looked like he wanted to say something but looked away nervously instead. Fatgum just sighed, “I know you guys are worried. But I’m okay, really. I just need to bulk back up again!”
Kirishima ran and got taiyaki from a street vendor nearby. Taishiro sighed but took the treat from him. The anko was sweet in his mouth which was welcome after having bit his tongue during the fight. He’d need more eventually but his patrol would have to end before he could really bulk up. Really it was a miracle that this villain happened at the end of his patrol and not earlier. Amajiki and Kirishima were always reliable but he didn’t want to leave them even if it was for something necessary.
The cops showed up quickly to take the group into custody. They grumbled as they were forced into the back of police cars. Fatgum stayed back a bit to tell the authorities what they knew about their quirks for when they needed to remove the handcuffs. Once they left he checked the time and sighed. His patrols always went on longer than he wanted. Fatgum loved helping people but getting home at the end of a long shift was always his favorite part of the day. He just wanted to fall asleep at home with his partner.
Now that the villains were taken into custody he could finally go back home. And he still needed to eat. He said a quick goodbye to Amajiki and Kirishima like always before starting his route home. Not before stopping for takoyaki though. It wasn’t even enough to make a dent. He bought enough food on the short way home to start hiding his abs but he knew he’d need more once he got back.
The door creaked open. Taishiro didn’t know if you were still awake since it was getting so late. He smiled a little when he saw you sleeping away on the couch. Some show played on the TV in front of you. He did his best to make his way over to the fridge without waking you up. Which was hard with an older house. Of course the one place he stepped was the creaky floorboard. You sat up and sleepily rubbed your eyes.
“Tai? You home?”
He put his food down on the counter and walked over to kiss your forehead, “Go back to bed. It’s late.”
The thought of sleeping was immediately put aside when you saw him. You sat up to take in his thinner form. Even though you’d seen it a few times it was still a little jarring. As hot as he was, it always meant some villain had made him use it up which was worrying. Taishiro was always good about subduing a villain instead of fighting outright.
“What happened? Are you okay?” you started inspecting him for any kind of injury you could help with.
He gently waved your hands away from him, “I’m okay. Just some robbers who were more prepared than I expected. Do you know if we still have those chips you got the other day?”
“Don’t try to change the subject. You’re not hurt at all?” you cupped his face.
He sat on the couch so that your height was more evenly matched. You always felt a little silly looking up at your giant boyfriend when you were telling him off or generally worried about him. You two had been together long enough that he knew to sit down for you. Once you saw he really wasn’t injured, you went into the kitchen to search for the chips he wanted.
The two of you had a pretty big snack supply just for this reason. Basically anything you could be craving was there. Really the only things specifically for Taishiro were the foods meant to bulk him up. Not that he’d ever stop you from taking anything from the snack stashes. The chips you’d gotten, honey butter flavored, had been a hit with you both. Thankfully you hadn’t run out of them yet and tossed him a bag. On the counter were different microwave meals that he’d grabbed out. After starting one in the microwave, you headed over to the couch where Taishiro was sitting.
“Are you sure you’re okay though? Not often one of these guys prepares more than some dumb escape plan,” you frowned as you sat next to him.
Taishiro smiled and pulled you closer, “I’m okay. And I’m doing better with you here.”
You were gently pulled onto his lap so that he could kiss all over your face. Your giggles only spurred him on. His hands held onto your waist to keep you from moving but his grip was light enough that you were free to leave whenever you wanted. You playfully pushed him away. The only thing that actually got you up was the jingle of the microwave finishing.
“Hey,” he stopped you before you got off his lap. “Why don’t I order take out instead? I don’t think one microwave meal is enough anyway.”
“Won’t I have to get up to open the door anyway?”
He kissed you softly, “Not yet.”
You conceded by kissing him back. He called in some pizzas (three were for him) before turning his full attention to you. The kisses were light and airy which kept you from noticing how much time was passing. Taishiro made sure to keep you on his lap so that he could reach your lips without having to lean down much. A ring from the doorbell stopped you. Taishiro tried to pull you back but you still got up to grab the pizzas.
With the pizzas inside, you two got to eating. One of the best parts about being with Taishiro was that you never felt judged for eating. He was always eating more for his quirk so why would he judge for a few slices of good pizza? Your show from earlier was still playing in the background. It wasn’t anything thought provoking but it made the two of you laugh like crazy.
Once the episode was over, you switched it to one of his favorite movies. It was a cute movie even if you personally had trouble getting into it. His arm wrapped around your shoulder to hold you against him. You cuddled up into his side. He always made for the best pillow.
Maybe it was a combination of the slow paced movie, late night, or the cuddles but you were back asleep quickly. Taishiro held you close against his side and kissed your forehead. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep with you.
If you need any fluff suggestions, I am constantly thinking about reader visiting abel when hes doing his shepherding and then him introducing all of his sheep to reader 😭😭 <3
Like just getting to hear him geek out over sheep and get so excited talking about how cuddly they are makes me want to cry. Sweet baby and his lambs ;-;
This is literally so cute!!! And writing this has gotten me to appreciate sheep much much more. Go look at Shetland sheep! Adorable.
Shepherding
Summary: You go visit Abel and get to meet some of his flock!
All sheep names were brought to you by my friends
You hadn’t seen Abel all day. That wasn’t exactly an uncommon experience. Sometimes he got incredibly busy and forgot to tell you. If he couldn’t come to you, you’d just have to go to him. Where exactly he could be was the real mystery. He did so much around Heaven that it was hard to tell where to look first. At least you could cross off most of his usual spots. If he was going to the movies or somewhere similar he would’ve asked you to join him in a heartbeat.
You decided to try and ask St Peter. It wasn’t like the gate got a lot of visitors so he should’ve been available to talk. Hopefully. You hadn’t talked to him too much before this. Not because of him but you were just closer with Abel and Emily. But he and Abel were always incredibly close. If anyone knew where he probably was it was Peter.
“Nope. No idea.”
You sulked, “What do you mean you don’t know? Aren’t you guys supposed to be best friends?”
“Best friends doesn’t mean I know where he is all the time,” Peter folded his arms. You started to fly off but he stopped you, “Hold on. I might know. Have you been to the pastures before?”
You shook your head.
“It’s by the minigolf course. Most people go for the ponies but there’s sheep out there too. Actually, why do we have the course there? That’s really dangerous.”
That wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have right then. Though he did have a point. Before he could go on, you decided to head out. Peter waved a little before going back to his magazine. He was giggling at one of the pages as you got out of earshot. The minigolf course wasn't much farther. Just a bit beyond that were fields of luscious green grass. There wasn’t anyone as far as you could see.
Right before you turned back you started to see a small herd of sheep. Who else but your boyfriend was right there with them. You carefully landed behind him where he couldn’t see you. Abel’s soft giggles rang through the air. He was talking to an especially affectionate sheep. It kept letting out loud baas and pushing against Abel’s legs.
“I know you’re so needy today. Haven’t you gotten enough attention?” The sheep gave him an insistent baa.
“Well what about everyone else? I haven’t gotten to give Wooly pets yet.”
Baa.
“You’re right I do give Wooly a lot of attention. But that’s only because he’s so cute! Isn’t that right Wooly-” Abel jumped a little when he saw you standing there. “(Y/N)! I, uh, didn’t see you there. How long have you been there, exactly?”
You walked over and kissed his cheek, “Long enough. You’re adorable.”
“How am I adorable?”
“Just how you are with the sheep. I can’t believe I’ve never visited you out here before. I would’ve come a lot sooner if I knew I got to watch you doting on cute sheep.”
The sheep from before made its way over and gently headbutted your side. Now it had a new person it could force to give it attention. Of course you bent down to start giving it attention. It seemed to lighten up at that. The wool somehow felt softer than you’d originally expected. Wool was always soft but this sheep felt the way you’d expected clouds to feel as a little kid. The other sheep noticed the newcomer and started to head over.
“How have I not heard about you all sooner?” you started to pet a second sheep that was scratching at your leg.
Abel gave a soft smile, “Most people don’t really want to hear about my flock.”
You turned to him, “Well I wanna know. So tell me about these guys! They’re adorable.”
The excitement on Abel’s face was so much you swore he was actually shining. Maybe he was actually shining. He had to think for a moment about where to start. It was surprising that no one had asked him about shepherding before this considering how much he went on about how much he loved sheep.
“Well these are my rams. I only have seven right now. The ewes are with the unicorns at the stadium right now to help with stress. They’re so cuddly that the unicorns always manage to calm down after a small visit. But someone’s gotta watch these guys. Last time I left them alone for too long I found out that one of them got their wool all tangled with some branches. It took me hours to get him untangled,” Abel started.
“Hold on. Ewes?”
“Female sheep! My ewes are a bit nicer than the rams so that’s why I have them visit the unicorns instead.”
One of the sheep you were petting huffed as if taking offense. It seemed to brighten up when you scratched behind its ear.
“Their wool is starting to get a little thick… Oh that means I get to shear them soon! I’ve been wanting to make a new blanket for ages and keep forgetting. Wool is actually one of the best fabrics to make a blanket with! Um, at least for me…”
“Is that why you have so many wool throw blankets?”
“Maybe… But that’s only because they’re really comfy. All thanks to these guys.”
You looked around at the nearly identical sheep, “Are you going to introduce me to ‘these guys’ at all?”
“Oh! Yep! Yeah. I should, uh, do that,” Abel walked over to the sheep by your feet. “These ones are Timothy and Ricardo. I’ve had them the longest and they’re best friends. Don’t believe Timothy. He acts like he hasn’t been given attention but I’m always with him.”
You giggled, “Uh huh. And Ricardo goes along with it?”
“Try encourages it. They’re both little troublemakers,” he was looking at the two sheep. They stared at him indignantly which only made him laugh. Timothy moved closer to nibble at your clothes. He didn’t let up until Abel gave him some grass to eat instead. Timothy thankfully didn’t rip your clothes but the way he was staring at you made you a bit nervous. Not that you were super worried with Abel here.
Abel went to bring over another sheep, “This is Walter. He’s a little more antisocial than the others so he’s feeling a little shy.” True to his word, Walter was trying to move away from you and the rest of the flock to keep grazing.
“Shaun is,” you felt a hoof against your calf, “the one behind you. He loves meeting new people. I think when Emily first visited he didn’t leave her until we had to go back.” Shaun shoved Ricardo out of the way so that he could be the one by your leg and get the attention.
Two sheep completely ignored you in favor of going up to Abel instead. They seemed a bit wary of you but not to the same extent Walter did. Abel sat down with them to let them get closer to him. The sheep on his right tried to climb into Abel’s lap while the other just kept tugging on his sleeve to get his attention. You wanted to help out but something told you Shaun wouldn’t appreciate that.
“These are, hold on Boris, uh Wooly and Boris. You’ll have to come back sometime because they do like people just uh, not… new ones?”
He gave a small chuckle. The sheep pulling his sleeve, Boris, finally got its way when Abel wrapped his arm around the sheep so that he could pull it in close. Wooly couldn’t quite fit in Abel’s lap and decided to just lay down next to him and keep its head on his lap. It took barely any time for Wooly to be sleeping soundly. A hard task considering how noisy the other sheep were being.
You counted how many Abel had introduced you to. Timothy, Ricardo, Walter, Shaun, Boris, Wooly…
“How many rams did you say you had again? I could’ve sworn you said you had seven but I only counted six.”
Abel practically jumped up from where he was sitting, much to Wooly’s disappointment. He frantically looked around for a little bit before holding up the tiniest sheep you’ve ever seen. It had little sparkles in its wool. If you weren’t in Heaven you would’ve wondered how the little guy looked so adorable. Abel flew over to you and held it out for you to hold. Up close it wasn’t as small but definitely younger than the other six.
“He’s so cute! I can’t believe you almost hid him from me. What’s his name?” you gushed as you looked at the little lamb.
“Um… My dad kinda named him… It’s actually Shitten.”
You had to stop yourself from dropping the lamb out of surprise, “Shitten? Woollock Holmes was right there!”
Abel sighed, “Yeah. Dad always said it was because of sheep and kitten but, well.”
“Why would you have him name one of the sheep in the first place? He wasn’t exactly subtle about things,” you giggled at the thought of Adam naming sheep after different things he thought were funny.
“I thought he’d come up with a nice name! He named the exorcists and all…”
“He named Vaggi after vaginas.”
Your boyfriend blushed, “I didn’t realize!”
The two of you laughed for a minute about how ridiculous some of the exorcists’ names were. Vaggi wasn’t an outlier when it came to Adam and his way of naming things. You were more surprised Abel or Lute had normal names. Honestly you were glad the poor thing didn’t understand names because it would have been pissed that its name was Shitten when the other sheep had names like Wooly and Shaun.
Abel took his spot next to you so that he could pet the lamb as well. It started squirming in your arms so you gently let it down so that it could go play with the older rams. The lamb jumped around to get their attention. Only Boris seemed to pay attention to it and played along. While you were watching them play, you felt Abel rest his head on top of yours.
“It was nice of you to visit. I haven’t had a visitor in awhile so I don’t get to talk about them often,” he murmured.
“Are you kidding? I can’t believe no one comes to see the cutest sheep in the world. I’ll just have to come back to see the girls!”
Hiiiii I just wanted to let you know that you are awesome and THANK YOU for always being willing to write requests with an open mind. Like your heart rly is in your work and it shows /pos
LOVE YOUR STUFF AND SO GLAD TO SEE YOU ACTIVE AGAIN🩵🩵🩵
Thank you so much this is so sweet!!! I'm so glad y'all enjoy reading the stuff I write as much as I enjoy writing it. I was super nervous posting my first story so the fact that I've gained any kind of audience is astounding to me. Thank you to everyone for all the support!!!! 💛
Feeding abel and then fucking him <33 Something about the intimacy of his partner spoiling him combined with how much he loves the taste of food just does it for him and he gets hard unexpectedly. I dont know its been on my mind ever since I read ur other fanfic ;-;
I know it's been awhile but I have also not been able to get this off my mind. Been thinking about feederism a lot lately
Big Meals
Summary: You love to watch Abel eat. Especially his favorite meals. And yeah, sometimes there are some ulterior motives for it.
Contains: Feederism, pegging, oral
Words: 2.3k
You had long since memorized what foods your boyfriend likes. Abel wasn’t exactly a hard person to figure out. It was honestly kind of nice. You knew how much he loved junk food. Anything you could get at your local fast food restaurant he loved. And don’t get him started on sweets. You swore he needed a sweet treat on him at all times otherwise he’d go crazy. Not that you minded. You made sure to supply the snacks.
You knew his preferences so well, in fact, that you always knew exactly where to take him for dinner. It wasn’t the same restaurant every time but you made sure they had Abel’s preferences in the menu. You made the reservations as soon as you saw the burgers on the menu. Yes it was because Abel loved a good burger. The other reason was to watch him eat said burger. He was so cute when he was eating. Always just a tad too messy. It was hot as hell.
That’s why you were looking forward to tonight. You were taking him to the best burger place in Heaven. Pricey but so, so worth it. They seated the two of you quickly. Over the phone you pulled the “Abel, first human soul in Heaven” card so that you’d get exactly that treatment. So you’d get to see him eat sooner. Menus were sat down but you didn’t really care what you got. You ordered something you figured looked good. But Abel was practically salivating over the options. He got exactly what you hoped he would: a nice juicy burger that looked messy as hell.
The food came out really fast. Part of it was that you were engrossed in conversation with him. Part of it was the service in Heaven was just that good. The burger he ordered was better than you thought. You started eating a little. The meal really wasn’t what interested you. What interested you was how in all the worlds Abel was going to eat that burger. Your eyes were trained on him as he brought the meal to his lips and took a bite.
Sauce dripped down his lips. You doubted he noticed. Abel took another bite. You just couldn’t stop watching him. He couldn’t be this oblivious to how he was making you feel, right? He had to be doing this on purpose. The best part was that you knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose. Abel was just like that. So gorgeous when he eats. He only noticed how messy the food was when it was dripping down his hands.
Abel’s face flushed red. He started to stammer out an apology but you stopped him by handing him a napkin. He kept mumbling about how he should’ve noticed as he was cleaning his hands up.
“Abel it’s fine. Seriously. It’s not like you got sauce all over the table or anything.”
He seemed to relax a little at that. You were a little disappointed that you didn’t get to watch more but couldn’t blame him. You two were still in public. You’d just have to make it up with dinner. For the rest of the day you were thinking about making him food again. Meals were always your favorite time with Abel.
Since he’d had a burger for lunch, you decided to make him pasta for dinner. It wasn’t made from scratch or anything but by the time you were done it looked pretty good. Abel sure looked excited. The best part was that you knew the pasta sauce would be messy. Your thought was proven correct when you watched him slurp up the noodles. The marinara stained his lips a slight red tint. It was adorable.
Your eyes drifted to his tummy. You could swear that his robes today were tighter than usual. The outline of his stomach was so visible. You could see it move slightly every time he had another bite of his dinner. If only you could watch him forever. Just the way he was eating without a car in the world was turning you on more than you’d like to admit. Unfortunately all good things come to an end.
Once he was done, you had to stop yourself from pouncing him. It really was a struggle considering just how cute he was too. Abel watched as you brought the dishes to the sink. Before he could get out of his chair, you sat down in his lap. He never complained about being this close with you. There were still little bits of sauce on his cheeks. Abel really was adorable. You leaned in to start licking the sauce off of him. He let out a little noise of surprise but otherwise didn’t stop you.
Your little licks turned into kisses. His face was so soft and cute that you couldn’t stop yourself. Abel was giggling underneath you when your kisses got more aggressive. How could you not be aggressive when he was giving you such perfect reactions? You got to his lips and gave him a deep kiss. You could absolutely taste the dinner he’d just had. His arms wrapped around your waist. He was sad when you got up but wasn’t upset for long as your hands started removing his robes.
His body was even better underneath his clothes. How he was this gorgeous was a mystery you’d never solve. Your hands drifted down his chest. His skin was always so soft. Everything about Abel was like a dream come true. Your hands stopped at his stomach to rub it gently. He let out a small whimper. You made sure to make eye contact as you leaned in to kiss his stomach. Abel looked embarrassed but didn’t stop you. He knew how much you loved his body.
“You’re so pretty baby. I love your body. Look at you…” you half whispered.
Lips met his stomach again. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Your hands squeezed his soft curves. His stretch marks looked so pretty on his pale skin. He’d always been embarrassed of having them but they were one of your favorite parts of him. Your lips trailing along them made sure he knew that. Your gentle nips against his tummy made him whimper again. He seemed to be a bit bloated from dinner which only turned you on more.
“Fuck you’re so gorgeous…” you started.
Pressing up against your chest was his bulge. You hadn’t even realized how hard he was getting from you loving on his stomach. One of your hands slowly went to rub it through his boxers. Abel’s eyes widened a bit. He opened his mouth but no words came out. He just whined as the fabric clung to him. A small damp spot started to form on his boxers.
“Aw you like when I tell you how pretty you are that much? I can do it more often if that’s really what you want…”
“Please… Need you t’ touch me,” he whined.
You started to stroke him through his boxers. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him and you both knew it. Your touch was so light that the fabric separating you two was torturous. One of Abel’s hands reached out to hold your shoulder. His fingers were digging into you despite how hard he was trying to be gentle.
Kisses trailed along the outline of his bulge, “You’re so much fun to tease. Does my pretty boy want it that badly?”
“I need you angel,” he sighed. The little spot on his boxers was growing.
“I can tell. I bet I could make you cum in your boxers huh? Are you that desperate?”
He was about to respond but was stopped by the cold air hitting him. It wasn’t like you didn’t know what his answer would have been anyway. His boxers quickly joined his robes on the floor next to him. You kissed along his shaft while ever so slightly squeezing his balls. He was getting so hard from your touch. Pre started to dew on his tip but was quickly licked away. Abel bucked his hips slightly. He was trying so hard to stay still but he always struggled staying still when you were taking care of him.
“So desperate… And you’re all mine? You really are a dream come true,” you pressed a kiss to his tip.
You didn’t take him fully into your mouth just yet. Your lips only wrapped around his tip so that your hands could take care of the rest. Even that was pushing Abel closer to the edge though. His hands were holding onto the chair so tight that his knuckles were turning white. Your tongue dragged along the tip and whatever amount of him was in your mouth. Abel’s breath came out in huffs.
The hand not wrapped around him moved to his thigh to force him to spread his legs. He went along with it so that you could get closer to him. You took more into your mouth a little at a time. When you were close enough, you hooked one of his legs around your shoulder. You knew you didn’t have to but you loved how easily he could smother you with his thighs. To your surprise, he actually buried a hand in your hair and pulled you closer. Not that you minded.
Abel was so obvious when he was getting closer to finishing. His breaths were heavier and his eyes always started to roll back. You also noticed a twitch in his stomach. Your lips left him right before he finished. Abel whined but your hand was wrapped back around him before he could complain. The little signs that he was close were all there. Your hand started moving quicker until he came on his stomach.
Your tongue ran along his stomach to clean up the mess. His release was slightly salty in the best way possible. Abel’s eyes were focused on you as you continued to lap at his release. It was more than you’d expected. Once he was cleaned up you were still kissing his tummy. Your hand squished his side while you bit him gently.
“Get to the bedroom handsome. We’re not done here.”
He blushed and stammered out, “Yes angel!” He gave a small gasp when you smacked his ass on the way there.
In the bedroom, he sat waiting on the bed for you. His hands were held together in his lap. The nervousness he had dissipated the second you were climbing between his legs on the bed. Your lips met in a sloppy kiss. Abel could taste himself still on your lips, making him groan into the kiss. One of your hands cupped his cheek so that you could pull him closer against your lips. His hands held your clothes gently.
“It’s not fair that I’m the only one undressed here…”
You rolled your eyes and started taking off your own clothes. They landed in a pile on the other side of the room somewhere. Abel’s eyes landed on your chest. He eagerly leaned in to take a nipple in his mouth. You couldn’t help your soft moan. As much as you enjoyed it, you had to push him off. Abel let out a small noise of protest at not having his treat anymore. To replace it, you slipped a small chocolate from your bedside table into his mouth.
“Don’t chew,” you kissed his cheek. “I want you to let it melt.”
Abel nodded in response. While he was sucking on the chocolate, you got up to grab the lube. Abel noticed and quickly laid down and spread his legs. When you got back to the bed you kissed along his neck.
“Good boy. I have you trained so well.”
He couldn’t respond with the chocolate still melting in his mouth. Your fingers slowly started spreading the lube. You started small but you’d done this often enough that Abel was able to take your fingers in quickly. He moaned around the chocolate when your fingers curled inside of him. He wanted to ask for more so badly. You slid a third finger inside of him. His moans got louder.
Abel was confused when you stopped until he saw you lining the strap up at his entrance. He spread his legs further. The silicone tip pressed in inch by inch until it was at hilt. Abel wiggled his hips to tell you to keep going. You happily obliged. Your hips shifted back before thrusting back into him. You could hear him making soft noises when you started to pick up the pace. His dick was already getting hard again.
The best part wasn’t his moans or how his wings fluttered when you hit a particularly sensitive spot. It wasn’t even when he did exactly as you asked (though you loved it). The best part was watching his tummy jiggle. You’d fucked him doggy style before but it never had quite the same effect. This way you could watch his face contort in pleasure and watch his tummy move with every little thrust you gave.
The chocolate you gave him must have melted because he started whining about how close he was. Getting pegged always made him so sensitive. You watched as he tightened around the strap to try and keep it inside of him. It was rewarded with an especially deep hit from the strap. Precum leaked onto his stomach.
“Angel ‘M so close,” Abel whimpered.
You kissed him softly, “Go ahead and cum for me pretty boy.”
That was all he needed to send him over the edge. Your hips slowed to a stop while he rode out his orgasm. Afterwards, he pulled you into another kiss. You could taste the chocolate you’d given to him still on his tongue. He reluctantly pulled away to let you put the strap away. He expected you to come back to kiss him but instead your lips found his stomach again. Just like earlier, you dutifully licked his release off of his stomach.
Abel seeing Y/N’s boobs for the first time and getting an erection 🏃♀️
YES OMG!!! He's so inexperienced that it's adorable. I can imagine y/n and him are getting dressed in the morning and he can't stop staring. It's not like he's never seen them but they're so pretty and perfect every time
Patrick was playing with his pussy again. He just couldn’t help himself. He’d been working on the new album all day and it was getting him so worked up. His cunt was throbbing to the point it hurt. No one was sound to fuck him so he had to use his fingers. Wet schlicks echoed in the studio. He mentally berated himself for doing something like this in such a public place but he couldn’t stop. Not when it was the only thing keeping him sane.
He let out a groan as his fingers pressed against the soft walls of his cunt. Slick leaked out onto the couch beneath him. This was definitely going to stain but he didn’t care right then. Patrick's thumb pressed against his swollen clit. He had to suck in a breath. His clit was always so sensitive.
Two fingers just wasn't enough. He snaked a third one inside to feel his walls stretch around the digits. It wasn't nearly enough. It never was when it was just him. He could always beg one of his band mates, lord knows Pete would take up any chance to fuck him again. Patrick grit his teeth. He wasn't desperate enough for Pete yet.
Another groan forced its way out Patrick's mouth. His pussy hurt so badly. He tried to curl his fingers. It did the trick but it still didn't quite reach the high he needed. His thumb went to rub circles on his clit. That seemed to do the trick. Patrick's moans were getting loud enough that he had to cover his mouth.
After what felt like ages, he finally finished on his fingers. His tongue darted out to lick his fingers clean. It was a good thing his band mates were so forgiving about how needy he could get so he wouldn't have to explain the new stain on the couch. Next time he'd have to bring Travie along so he wouldn't have to do this alone.
Hi!!! I rly like your writing, could u do gn reader bringing levi to a convention in their world pretty pls?(^.^)
Sorry this took so long anon!! I'm so glad you asked me to write for our favorite otaku. I have never been to a convention myself but I did get help from a proclaimed otaku friend just for this!
Convention Tickets
Summary: You find out there's going to be a Ruri-Chan panel at a convention near where you grew up. Of course you have to take Levi!
Leviathan was the epitome of an otaku. He’d be the first to admit it. In fact, he was proud of it. His room was filled with different collections of his favorite anime and manga. Some displayed but most protected or hidden away from a certain brother. There were some other collections, but he had to live up to his otaku name. Of course the biggest collections were those of his all time favorites: The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl and The Tale of the Seven Lords. Those series were Levi’s everything. Nothing else would even come close.
That was until you came along. It was no surprise that he didn’t have many friends or go out much. Talking to you changed his whole perspective on socializing. The two of you took slow steps to get him into socializing more. He still didn’t have many friends but he was doing so much better than when you first arrived in the Devildom. Some things wouldn’t change though. Hanging out in his room was still his favorite place to be. Especially if you were cuddling with him while he got to game.
That’s about what you two did just about everyday. You would scroll and occasionally chime in to whatever was happening on screen. You seemed especially engrossed in your screen that day for some reason but Levi never commented on that sort of thing. He knew he didn’t have room to talk. What did get his attention was you loudly gasping and getting up as quick as possible.
“I have to go do something! Right now!” you shouted and slammed the door behind you. Levi barely had time to react before you were gone.
What had gotten your attention was an ad for a convention. It wasn’t AnimeCon or anything but it looked decently big. The thing that got your attention was the Ruri Hana panel they would be hosting. If you didn’t get tickets now, it’d be sold out too quickly for you to bring Levi. The problem was you didn’t have any money. That and the convention was in the human world. As you stood in front of Lucifer’s door, you could tell the next month or so would be a living hell for this. But it would be worth it for your favorite otaku.
Knock knock. “Lucifer? Could I come in?”
A sigh came out from behind the door, “Come in.”
You carefully walked in. There was a massive pile of paperwork on Lucifer’s desk. Diavolo really made sure to work him to the bone. You felt a little bad for the guy. Lucifer cleared his throat before turning to you. He looked irritated but you’d seen him look more irritated before so this wasn’t exactly a sign for you to turn back.
“What is it this time? Did Mammon break something again?”
“Would I be telling you if Mammon broke something again?”
Lucifer took off his reading glasses, “I hope that you would. But I can tell this is for something else. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah! Well, okay, kind of. I wanted to see if I could borrow some money for something. I’d pay you back every cent!”
That got his attention, “You never ask for money. Are you sure everything is okay?”
“Yes I’m sure,” you took a deep breath. “I wanted to take Levi to a convention in the human world but I don’t have any money for it. I’ll do anything to make up for it, whatever you want. I just need to take Levi. Please.”
Lucifer leaned back in his seat to contemplate your request. He wasn’t exactly a generous man but here you were asking for his help. You had never been one to go back on your word before. It said a lot that you were willing to ask him for help just to take Levi to a convention. Then again, everyone knew how close the two of you were so it wasn’t a total shock. Lucifer looked back at his stack of papers.
“Anything? I could use a hand with some other matters while I work on these,” he murmured to himself.
“I can help! Just please help me take Levi to this convention. He’s going to be so excited. They’re doing a Ruri Hana panel and I can already tell he’s going to learn about it eventually. Plus if we take him you guys don’t have to listen to him whine about everyone else who gets to go?”
And just like that, Lucifer was buying the tickets and making sure that you could go to the panel. The added caveats were that you would only go the day of the panel and you would take over Lucifer’s dinner days for the month. You were relieved it was such a small price to pay. Maybe it was because you never asked him for things so you could get away with more. Whatever it was worked in your favor.
The only hard part was keeping it a surprise for Levi. With how involved with the Ruri Hana community he was, it was only a matter of time before he found out about the panel that he “wouldn’t be attending.” The panel, which had multiple voice actors for the English dub, was being promoted all over social media. Levi couldn’t scroll for five minutes without seeing another ad or a fan posting about how excited they were. It got Levi so jealous that he wouldn’t even leave his room. No one besides you was even let in.
The week before, you were staying in Levi’s room like usual. He had old episodes of Ruri Hana playing while he cried into his sheets. You were sitting next to the bathtub and gently rubbing his back. He didn’t say anything but you could tell he appreciated you being there. He always nuzzled into your touch ever so slightly. You couldn’t stand keeping the tickets a secret any longer.
“Hey Levi? I think I have something that might help.”
He looked up and gave you a slight glare, “Nothing could help. All those normies get to meet Ruri-Chan’s voice actor and I don’t.”
You rummaged around in your pocket to pull up the confirmation email on your phone, “So are we normies then? Because I think that this means we get to go too.”
Levi snatched the phone from your hand to look at the email. He read it over and over. You could even see him checking the sender to make sure it wasn’t fake. You were too nice to pull that sort of prank on him but he didn’t trust that it wasn’t one of Mammon’s scams again. Everything checked out. These were real tickets to a real convention in the human world.
“Lucifer said he’s coming with as a chaperone but-”
Levi cut you off by pulling you into a giant hug, “WE’RE GOING TO MEET RURI-CHAN!!!! This is the best surprise ever!”
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Being back in the human world was always nice. You’d gotten so used to the Devildom that it was nice to be back home and feel the sun on your skin. The convention was close enough to where you grew up that you mostly knew your way around. You needed directions here and there but it wasn’t anything your phone couldn’t do. Lucifer and Levi trailed behind you as you led them through the city.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been out here! I can’t believe how much has changed…” you mumbled.
The whole time Levi wouldn’t stop talking your ear off about all the artists he knew would be there and how excited he was to go on a trip with you (even if Lucifer was going to be with you two the whole time). He was practically jumping in excitement when the convention center was in your field of vision. Levi took your hand and ran over to get in line. It was a good thing you’d gotten there early because you could already tell how packed the place was going to be later in the day.
As soon as the three of you got in, Levi was running around the place. Most people attending were cosplayers for various anime. You’d never seen Levi so social before. He had elected not to cosplay (mostly out of embarrassment) but he made sure he got enough selfies with others that it was filling his storage up by the second. His eyes lit up the second he saw someone dressed as Ruri-Chan. He seemed a bit nervous but ultimately went over to chat about the show and get another selfie. Apparently the cosplayer was also going to the panel later.
“Good job on making a friend Levi,” Lucifer commented. He’d been so silent that you almost forgot he was there with you. Levi’s face lit up red.
Next up was artist ally. You’d had enough time to save up enough to buy a few things for yourself. Levi hadn’t bought anything lately so he had plenty of money to spend on just about everything. It was like there wasn’t a booth that he didn’t hit. While you were buying a small print, Levi turned you around to show you his latest purchase.
“How’d you find matching TSL phone charms? I didn’t think anyone would be selling merch of that here.” you gratefully took the Henry phone charm from him. It was no surprise he got himself the charm for The Lord of Shadow. It looked like he already put it on his phone.
“I was surprised too! I was the first one to get The Lord of Shadow. Those normies just don’t understand how cool he is!” the charm rattled as he got excited enough to shake his hands.
The three of you walked out with many bags of purchases from various artists. Levi had the most of course. He’d managed to find art for a few series that he had yet to start collecting for as well. You had admittedly bought more than you’d planned but it was meager compared to Levi’s haul. The surprising part was that Lucifer had managed to find a few items to buy. You checked the time. Somehow it was already time for the panel.
It was a rush to the panel but you’d managed to make it just in time. Levi was so excited it looked like he was shaking. It was adorable to see him so excited for something. You’d been a bit worried since it was the English voice actors instead of the original Japanese but he didn’t seem to mind. He was still seeing Ruri-Chan’s actress. You’d never seen him happier. Lucifer sat to your other side with his arms folded. It was a bit funny seeing him there. He looked so out of place compared to the sea of otakus ready to see their favorite actors.
The panel was surprisingly interesting. You knew enough about Ruri-Chan to keep up with the questions being asked and what the topics were. Lucifer was really only paying attention when they talked about the technicals behind producing the show. Leviathan was the most engrossed though. With every question he was either nodding along or shaking his head. You had encouraged him to ask a question of his own but his introversion kept him from doing anything about it. It really was too bad because the panelists seemed to be very friendly.
After the panel it was time for lunch. Levi opted to get pizza while you went with whatever was cheapest that looked good. You were honestly surprised at how good the food was given that you’d gotten it so cheap. Of course Lucifer got a salad. It didn’t look bad by any means so you figured you couldn’t judge too hard (especially given your own meal). As soon as lunch was over, it was off to more of the convention.
One of the things you’d made sure you got to go to with Levi were the performances. There were so many cosplayers and most of them were going as different idols. Somehow Levi already had his penlight with him. He almost screamed when he heard a song by Zaramela being danced to. The only thing stopping him was being out in public around a bunch of strangers. He made sure you stuck around for the group performing one of Sucre Frenzy’s songs.
Despite how exhausted you were getting, Levi dragged you to the karaoke at the convention as well. You and Lucifer looked at each other. It was going to be hard to get Levi to ever leave. He had tons of songs cued up. Thankfully you didn’t mind listening to him. There was one song that he forced you to sing with him. It was a duet from a new anime he was checking out called Help! My Best Friend Can Only Express Himself Through Karaoke! And I Think He Likes Me! The irony of the title wasn’t lost on you.
Once the convention was wrapping up, Levi overheard someone mentioning the afterparties. If Levi had any thought about going, Lucifer immediately shut it down. He still had too much work to do that night and tomorrow to stay partying in the human world. Levi sulked but perked up when he realized it meant showing off everything you did that day.
Once you got home, you could feel the exhaustion creeping in. You briefly excused yourself to get ready for bed. Somehow you still found your way to Levi’s room after. He excitedly let you in. The collection of art he’d gotten from artist alley was splayed out on his table.
“Look how much I’m adding to my collection! Score!”
You giggled as he showed off and explained everything he got that day. His excitement was infectious but he must have noticed how tired you were getting. Levi helped you into the bathtub and laid down next to you. You just about fell asleep before you heard his voice.
“Thank you for everything today. I can’t believe you convinced Lucifer to go to the human world for a convention.”
You maneuvered yourself to face him, “It was worth it. You were so excited today. Plus I kinda owe him. Nothing big, don’t worry.”
“You did that for me?” he blushed again and mumbled something about you being a stupid normie who was too nice.
You just kissed his cheek, “Goodnight Levi. Go to bed soon.”
He held his cheek. There was no way he was going to bed anytime soon.
