#I got a bad sunburn but it was fun

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part 1

“You look pale,” Jeff comments making Eddie snort loudly.

Of course he looks pale, he’s got vampirism, doesn't he? But then again, so does Jeff and he looks great.

“When was the last time you fed?” He asks.

Eddie sighs heavily trying to reign in his bad mood. He knows Jeff’s just worried and wants to help, and he’s grateful to have run into an old friend from high school as soon as he moved into the big city. 

Because he’d be utterly lost without him.

He doesn't know where anything is, he gets lost in the subway, and he has no idea when he’s being charged too much for a muffin or suspiciously too little for a hotdog, or where all the blood markets are.

“Like, two weeks ago,” Eddie finally answers.

Jeff looks surprised but it’s not actually that bad, people with vampirism can go up to 4 to 5 weeks without blood. 

It’s not the same as those vampires from movies and books, they still eat food and they can stand in the sun with just minor cases of sunburn. There’s also the light sensitivity, making them all look like assholes wearing sunglasses everywhere.

Also, they are not allergic to garlic. Which, thank the heavens because Eddie loves garlic, a lot.

There’re a couple of side effects that do come in handy sometimes, like augmented hearing and smell. And the healing spit is super weird but nifty. No super strength regrettably, that would’ve been awesome.

Anyways, it’s like they have super anemia or something.

“I went to a blood bar, hooked up with some dude but. I didn't have a good time, at all. I kind of don't want to go back to bars for a while,” He elaborates and when Jeff frowns worried, he shakes his head,

“No, not like that. It’s just… the dude was like way too into it, you know? It kinda freaked me out.”

“What do you mean? Don't you find it hot? When you feed?” Jeff asks him, curious. 

Eddie nods quickly, “Yes, of course I do! It can be really sexy with the right person, but this guy, he was like- like way too loud and like, he was faking it? I don’t for who, though. And halfway through it, I started getting worried I’d accidentally hired someone instead of just hooked up and I didn’t have any money, and then I started thinking about money and my dick-”

“Ok! Ok, I get it.” Jeff thankfully interrupts him. “Dude, why didn’t you say something, I know of a place. I didn’t mention it before because it’s kind of boujee and handles itself a little differently.” 

“Oh? Do tell” Eddie tells him excitedly, he loves going to new places, especially if they are weird.

“Well, it’s real private, like ‘can’t get in unless you are on the list’ private. And it’s run by this girl. Blonde little thing, super cute. Scary as fuck. Everyone calls her ‘The Boss’” he says doing air quotes.

“Dramatic, I like it.” Eddie smiles.

Jeff chuckles, “So the gist of it it’s you go there and just hang out normally, like any other kind of bar. The place is beautiful, the music is good, and the drinks are delicious. But what's interesting about this place is the hostesses,” he says and even does a little pause for effect before continuing, “Similar to a blood bar there’re people there willing to be fed on but what’s cool about it is they get to choose.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That sounds kind of fun, actually.”

“Right? And it feels, safer somehow? For them?” Jeff agrees and Eddie nods and smiles at him, waiting for him to keep going.

“Anyway, the hostesses choose and then you get to go upstairs and talk through what you want to happen, just feeding, sex, talking, anything they agree to, it's on the table. I once ended up just playing a game of Uno with the girl I fed on and two other hostesses that hadn't picked anyone that night.” he finishes and Eddie laughs delightedly.

“Ok, this place sounds amazing, what’s the catch?” 

“Well, you have to pay an entry fee, the drinks are expensive and there’s always the possibility you’ll leave empty-handed. The first time is free though,” Jeff says.

“Like drugs,” Eddie replies and Jeff nods solemnly, 

“You know the hostesses can be kind of addicting.” 

…

That night, on the way there, Jeff tells him they have to sign a guest list at the entrance,

“No one uses their real name, not because the place is shady or anything! But because they want to leave that choice to us and the hostesses if you ever get too close with one. It's not like, frowned upon.”

Eddie nods listening intently, he feels kind of nervous in a way he hasn't in a while, but he’s not sure why.

“Also, secret nicknames are fun! I’m known as Jay there. So please don’t dox me. Or yourself.” Jeff tells him.

After careful consideration, Eddie smiles and says, “I’ll be… Strider”

“Nerd”

“Shut up, you are just jealous you didn't come up with it yourself”

Jeff laughs, “You got me there,” he says, and then, “We are here” and he opens a big glass windowed door and vows to Eddie, inviting him in.

Eddie chuckles and enters and immediately almost runs into someone—a tall, massive guy with short curly hair and the shadow of a beard.

“Hey freak,” Jeff greets calmly, “He’s with me,”

Eddie cringes at the nickname, bad memories from high school bullying. But the dude just nods and gives Jeff the tiniest of smiles, so he figures it’s the nickname the bouncer chose for himself.

They enter and sign their name in the guest book, a girl about their age with dirty blond hair and hundreds of freckles on her nose and cheeks is there and she asks Eddie a couple of questions. Not in a weird way, but in a ‘you are new and I’m curious’ kind of way.

Eddie feels comfortable and excited as they go in.

Jeff was right, the place is beautiful. The lobby leads to a big room with high ceilings and fake candle-lit lamps. The chairs and tables are antiques and all different but roughly the same time period so they look good together. There’re old signs and posters from all kinds of drinks and different products adorning the walls. And the music is instrumental and oldie too, sounds like probably 40s or 50s.

It is incredibly boujee. But in a fun way, cozy and warm.

They get a seat at a small round table in a corner and Jeff lets Eddie look around for a while before asking,

“So? Weird right? It’s like stepping into another time,”

Eddie snorts, “Yeah, one that has no idea which time period it wants to repre- who is that?”

Jeff looks at where Eddie is looking and sighs, “Of course you noticed Sunshine,”

“Sunshine?” Eddie sighs.

“That’s what they call him. Because apparently he smells like flowers and summer and tastes like orgasms or something,” Jeff says amused rolling his eyes.

The guy, Sunshine, is probably the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life, definitely the most beautiful man in this room. His face is a contradiction of sharp and round angles that is just absolutely perfect, and he’s wearing a black suit that clings to his body like a second skin, showing off his big shoulders and his tiny waist. He’s looking around the room with big, brown eyes that look bored as he leans against a wall like he’s above it all, he’s a fucking dream.

Eddie swallows audibly and looks smirking at Jeff for a second before his eyes drift back to the man, “Tastes like what, you said” he teases and Jeff snorts.

“Not that anyone would know, as far as I know, he’s never taken anyone upstairs,” he tells Eddie in a conspiratory tone.

That makes him incredibly curious, “Really? Why is he still here then?”

“I don’t know for sure, mostly rumors but he’s the boss’s favorite, that’s for sure. Oh!” Jeff exclaims and then nods his head to a girl sitting on the other side of the room, in a big fancy-looking chair that looks more like a throne than a simple piece of furniture.

She’s got blonde hair up in a ponytail and she’s wearing a flowery dress but there's something about the way she looks around the room, something about the way people walk around her and look at her, with respect or fear, or maybe both. She’s fucking intimidating.

While Eddie’s looking, the girl from the front desk, with the freckles, comes to sit on a small stool beside the “throne”, there’s another one on the other side that’s empty. The blonde girl moves her hand towards freckles and she kisses it and then her shoulder and smiles as she leans in closer and starts whispering to her.

It’s kind of surreal. 

“That’s The Boss, and the girl from the entrance, that’s Sparrow. She’s her girl.” Jeff explains.

“Respect for looking scary in a sundress,” Eddie comments.

And Jeff nods, “Anyways my theory is, Sunshine is actually just a bodyguard and not a hostess but the people that come here like to think they actually have a chance with him, so no one says anything to the contrary.”

Eddie snorts and nods, it makes sense. It's actually very good marketing, just like the ‘the first one is free’ thing. That boss girl is really smart with her business.

Jeff and he get a few drinks and they chat calmly, Jeff isn't looking to go upstairs tonight, he only came by to accompany Eddie and Eddie knows he should be looking around, trying to make eye contact with someone, but he can stop staring at Sunshine.

He even looked at their table at one point, and Eddie thought he was going to faint. He was scanning the room as he apparently does every couple of minutes when he caught Jeff’s eye and Jeff lifted his hand in greeting.

And Sunshine’s face completely transformed, his bored calculating expression changed into a beautiful smile that made his eyes shine. He wiggled his fingers at Jeff cutely before going back to looking like fucking Droopy Dog. If Droopy was the sexiest motherfucker alive. It was amazing to see.

Eddie’s jaw almost hit the table and he turned to look at Jeff stunned and he just shrugged,

“Sunshine was one of the hostesses I ended up playing Uno with. He’s fucking vicious,” he says smiling at the memory.

Eddie chuckles as his eyes follow Sunshine moving across the room, he just can't. Stop. Looking.

But the thing is, Sunshine is looking back now. Keeping eye contact with him obviously and unashamed. It’s thrilling and it makes shivers run down his spine.

He watches as Sunshine sits on the stool on the other side of The Boss’s throne and grabs her hand and holds it, intertwining their fingers. 

The Boss and her girl turn and look at him and the three of them start whispering, looking at him.

“Dude,” he says and turns to Jeff to see if he’s seeing what he’s seeing.

Jeff looks from him to the whispering party, “Un fucking believable, first time here and tonight is the night Sunshine is taking someone upstairs” he says looking fed up, but clearly in a joking manner.

“Is that what you think it’s happening? No way,” Eddie shakes his head as Sparrow says something that makes The Boss chuckle but Sunshine speaks up and she sobers up immediately. Curious.

“He’s looking right at you, he probably went to ask Sparrow about you,” Jeff insists.

“Maybe he’s looking at you”

“He’s seen me before,” Jeff scoffs.

He’s about to reply but their conversation gets interrupted by someone shily clearing their throat. A girl, a hostess, is looking at him with curious eyes, and shit… she’s cute and looks like a nice person but, Eddie can’t- he needs to know what those looks from Sunshine meant.

He needs him.

He looks back at the group quickly to see Sunshine and The Boss in deep conversation and Sparrow… is she glaring at him?

He rejects the girl, as nicely as possible and Jeff scoffs and murmurs ‘unbelievable’ under his breath again as Eddie turns to look back at Sunshine.

Who is walking toward them, holy shit.

“Holy shit,” Jeff says and then moves to stand. Eddie grabs his wrist and tries to pull him back.

“Wait what are you doing, dont-” But Jeff frees himself and starts walking away,

“Good luck!” He sings songs and then leaves him alone.

part 1: you are here

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part 3: 🩸

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[yoohyeontual]

I’m so damn tired and lost lately that for once I remembered to put my ac on an hour before I go to bed so my room is nice and cold,but I actually never done it 😑

#i guess I got distract and moved the curtain but didn’t open the damn ac !!!! #i fucking hate myself so much #now I’m exhausted but I gotta wait because it’s too hot for me to go to sleep 🤪 #and I can’t sleep cause my ac make so much fucking noise even with earplugs I hear it perfectly 😭 #so no guys I can’t do anything about it :’))))) #I’m sorry that I come back just to complain #My mood is just really bad lately so I’m not in the mood for social #but I actually was busy yesterday all day I went to my aunt’s and spend the afternoon in her pool for the first time this summer #it was fun I actually rarely go with them cause my aunt likes her pool water really hot and it makes me dizzy and nauseous #but this time the temperature was nice #but I got a bit sunburned 😭 I don’t go outside often and I did a million thing before going in I forgot to put on sun cream Jfjdbdj 😭 #but it’s not bad just hurt a little bit but nothing uncomfortable at least #but today my annoying aunt came with my uncle and I was feeling like shit cause I had a terrible night so she exhausted me 😭 #i gave her the painting I made for her last minute call to be sure she would ask me too much questions cause she wanted to leave fast <3 #she loved it a lot even gave me a hug i was like in my head you don’t derserve it but I promise I would do one so whatever JFKDJKXBDJD #last night was rough I slept on my arm and I woke up to it being numb but it hurt terribly !!! it usually hurt a little #but it hurt like 10x more it was a bit scary and it hurt all night I had to take Advils so it stopped that never happened not as bad 😭 #i also cried really hard in my dream and woke up crying which I never cried that hurt waking up since my dad was in a fight with my brother #for like 3 years and I dreamed about him and I missed him so I woke up bawling dkdbjdbdjs #it may have happened dreaming about THAT friend too but I’m not sure maybe not at that point but I have a feeling it did #ANYWAY it so fucking weird waking up crying #i woke up like 3 times in a hard way my night was disgusting and I’m tired #it’s been 20 minutes now I hope it’s cold enough so I can sleep cause I’m so damn tired #I’m blaming on the period coming too I’m sure it as a thing to do with that too #I’m not that exhausted after a 7h of sleep usually even a weird one like this like I was falling asleep this afternoon it’s rare it happen #i hate my life and myself so much lately #i Need something to calm me down everything is going wrong since a while it’s crazy #alex.txt #tw negativity #<- in case cause it’s kinda negative fkbsjdns

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holidays ~ carlos sainz

Summary: The summer break is finally here, the perfect time for you and Carlos to go on a much-needed holiday together.

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After an agonizing first half of the season, the summer break had officially started, meaning you and Carlos finally had time to relax.

You loved accompanying Carlos to his races, you marveled in seeing him do what he loved. But, in all fairness, it was really tiring.

Constantly changing time zones, not having time to get home before you would have to fly all the way to the other side of the world, constantly being on the move and living out of your suitcases. It tired you out, even though you loved it.

Now, with the summer break officially here, you got to spend one whole month relaxing with your boyfriend in the beautiful Spain, getting some much needed rest before the season would pick up again.

After much consideration, you both decided that going home to Spain for the break was the best solution. You were home, you could have your fun, go to the beach seeing as it was very close to your house, it was the perfect destination.

"Mi amor, are you ready to go?" Carlos asked as he packed the last of your beach bag, ready for an entire day of soaking up the sun and relaxing with you.

"Yes, I'm coming!"

You scrambled to get your phone and your hat before bouncing downstairs where Carlos was waiting for you.

When he laid his eyes on you, his brain started malfunctioning. You were gorgeous in your brand new red bikini, one you had purchased specifically for the break.

"You look amazing, mi amor" he said once he finally regained his composure, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer.

"Thank you, love" you pecked his nose quickly before pulling away from the embrace.

The two of you made the quick drive to the beach, deciding to set up in a more secluded part of the beach, where hopefully you could sit and sunbathe in silence for a little while.

Carlos immediately jumped into the water as soon as he finished setting up your umbrella, just like a dog would, which made you laugh.

You started applying some sunscreen on your body to make sure you wouldn't get a sunburn. When Carlos finally emerged from the water half an hour later, you frowned when you saw his skin already beginning to turn red under the sun.

"Amor, come here so I can put some protection on you" you called out, shivering when the cold droplets of water from Carlos' hair hit your skin.

Seeing your shiver, he starts ruffling his hair so more water could get on your hot skin, which made you squeal.

"I will hit you if you do that one more time" you said, trying to act stern but the smile threatening to appear on your lips was saying something else.

"We both know you would feel bad" he said, finally taking a seat in front of you in the sand with his back facing you.

"Don't tempt me, your trainer and Fred will have my head if they see bruises on you" you joked while starting to apply a generous amount of sunscreen on his red skin.

"Thank God for Ferrari" Carlos turned his head and winked at you, making you roll your eyes but smile.

Being there with Carlos was everything you could have asked for. Everyone knew how tough the season had gone up to the summer break, how much both Carlos and Charles had been struggling with the car and getting it to perform at its best. The car, plus the countless strategy fails that the Ferrari engineering team kept making, the losses started pilling up and they were starting to take a toll on your boyfriend.

You knew how talented, driven and passionate he was about his job. How much he loved racing and how close he came to winning a race, only for it to be completely ruined by his team. He had started doubting himself, something you never wanted him to start doing.

That was primarily the reason why you suggested you go on holiday alone, just the two of you, for the first 2 weeks of the break. No phones, no internet, nobody around to put further stress on Carlos or you. Completely detaching yourselves from your hectic lives, even if it was just temporary.

"What are you thinking about?" Carlos' voice snapped you out of your thoughts, not having realized you had zoned out for a couple of minutes.

"Nothing important, just stuff" you shrugged it off, not wanting to bring up the subject while the atmosphere was so serene.

"I know you're lying. Tell me, what's got you so deep in thought?" he scooted closer to you and brought his hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin gingerly.

Looking into his deep brown eyes, you knew you never had to be ashamed to tell him what was on your mind. He would always listen to you, no matted what it was.

"I'm just thinking about you" he nodded, signaling for you to continue. "It's just, this season has been so hard for you and I'm just worried that nothing is going to change after the break and you'll be struggling and stressing yourself out and exhausting yourself" you admitted.

Carlos knew you had been worried about him, hell, he was worried about himself. He had expected much more from his team, but after continuously being let down, he didn't know what to think or do anymore. He didn't know where to put his trust.

"Amor, look at me" he took your face in his hands, holding it gently. "You don't have to worry about me. We both know that there is no consistency in this sport, we will have bad times and we will have good times. We've hit a rough patch, and yes, I have been stressing myself. But that is simply because I know we can do better and I'm trying to make sure we give it our best to be on top after the break" he explained.

"But you're wearing yourself out. This isn't healthy for you" you said, worry creasing your face.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, making you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling f=of his soft lips against your skin.

"Please, stop worrying. I'm going to be fine, we just have to get through this together" you looked at him and eventually nodded.

Even though you were still worried deep within, you knew that you had to trust Carlos. Until anything further, you were going to enjoy the free time and soak up the sun with your boyfriend, away from all stress and just basking in your love for one another.

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[dazednmatthews]

sick!matt headcanons

based on this ask n answer i saw on my feed!! all credits to both of these amazing ppl for the idea!!!

-matt is definitely the type to be a whiny mess when he’s sick

-we alr know his ass is in his room and sleep 24/7 but the second he starts to feel even a little bit ill he’s in there with blinds drawn and bundled in his blankets so tight

-he’d be texting you every second he is awake though, begging to see you

-“please baby. i just want to be next to you.”

-and ofc course you don’t give a damn about getting sick because that’s your man and you’re gonna stick beside him!

-“i know, honey, i’m coming. gotta stop at the store to get you some things.”

-matt always likes to find new shows to watch. it’s like his thing, but when he’s sick it’s a constant marathon of all his comfort shows and movies.

-“can we watch taken?”

-“again?”

- “it’s such a good movie, babe. liam neeson is just too good not to be a real spy.”

-“whatever you want, matty.”

-you love taking care of him, but getting him to take medicine is the most annoyed you feel

-“that shit tastes so bad, i’m not drinking that.”

-“do you want to feel better or not?”

- you’d argue back and forth for a little while but you get your way regardless

-“matt if you don’t take this fucking cough syrup, i’m going home.”

-“…fine. where is it?”

-a lot of naps. constant napping.

-you’re both cocooned underneath several blankets, legs intertwined, matt’s head on your chest. he’s been in and out of sleep all day while you’ve been watching the movie playing softly on the t.v. your hands are running through his hair affectionately. his hands are wrapped around your waist tightly. you think this is the closest to heaven you’ve ever been.

-when you eventually have to get up, you do your best to unwrap yourself from his hold, but his ass will not let go.

-“where are you going?” his voice is thick with sleep and a little nasally cause of his congestion.

-“babe, i have to pee.” you pat his head affectionately. “you’re gonna have to let me up.”

-“nooooooo,” here comes the whining again. “stay.”

-“the quicker you let me up, the quicker i’ll be back, matt.”

-chris and nick make fun of him so bad for it.

-“he’s fucking insufferable when he’s sick. i don’t know how you’re doing it right now.” nick says.

-“he’s not that bad,” you roll your eyes while heating up some soup for the two of you.

-chris laughs, “this is hilarious. big, bad, tough guy matt getting his ass kicked by a cold.” he’s much more happy than he should be at that. “mr. tough guy getting spoon fed soup by his girlfriend.”

-you let them have their fun for a while before you light heartedly shut them up. “lets not forget that mr. tough guys girlfriend has cleaned up your-” you point at nick, “vomit, and has also babied you when you got your ass kicked by a sunburn.”

-they shut up after that

-sleepy matt is one of your favorite versions of him

-when you come back into the room he’s sat up against the headboard shirtless, doing that cute thing where he rubs his eyes incessantly, blankets pooled at his waist

-his hair is strewn about, fluffy and wispy. he stretches, enough for you to see the top of his pj pants

-he looks at you as you enter, gatorade and soup balanced in your hands

-you put the dishes and drinks on the bed side table and he smiles at you oh so warmly

-he moves from his spot to the side of the bed where you stand, opening his legs for your to go in between them. he looks up at you, pulling you towards him. your hands find his shoulders, kneading softly.

-“thank you, baby.”

-“of course, matty. you’ve gotta stay hydrated if you’re gonna get better.”

-“no, not for the soup. well, yes for the soup, but i mean for everything. for staying with me. for taking care of me. i know i’m a lot right now.”

-he looks sheepish, so you bend down to kiss his cheek.

-“you’d do the same for me.”

-you stay there for a couple sweet moments, his face pressed into your stomach and your hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck

-eventually you both lay back in bed, ending the day doing your favorite thing, just holding each other

-of course you end up sick

-you’re a lot better at being sick than matt but it never matters

-he’s babying you just the same

-“can’t believe being a good girlfriend got me sick. i hate you.”

-he rubs your back while your head is in his lap

-“i’m sorry sweetheart. don’t worry, though. i’ll take good care of you. just rest.”

-you’re not worried in the slightest. he always does.

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[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

What do you think Katniss and Peeta’s unexpected turn ons are? Like a small innocent thing about the other that drives them wild just because they really love them so much? And makes the other one go “really? 😉”

This was way too much fun to answer and got out of hand. I could probably think up a thousand more of these if I had the time.

<3 kdnfb

Canonically, Peeta cannot lie to Katniss and look her in the eyes. When she figures out that he still can’t post-mj, she uses it to her advantage. She can always tell when he’s trying to fib his way out of accidentally revealing an innocuous secret or a surprise he’s planning, like what he’s getting her for her birthday. And it drives her a little insane. Like “either look me in the eyes when you try to lie to me or take me to bed right now, since you won’t give me my present right now.”

Katniss is a consummate caretaker, to an almost annoying degree. Fortunately for her, she husbanded someone with a caretaker kink. That boy was dying of blood poisoning, raging with fever in a deathmatch arena, and he was still laying down the lines and making her laugh. Every time she fusses over him or bosses him around when he’s got a minor injury or just a little sniffling cold, that man is in full on flirt mode and dragging her into bed with him. “I’ve got a surefire way you can make me feel better.” “If we have sex, will you stop whining and get up so I can wash the sheets afterwards?” she sighs in exasperation as she’s stripping off her clothes and crawling under the covers with him.

Meanwhile, Katniss goes feral whenever Peeta gets a little protective of her. Some whackadoo from the Capitol comes out to Twelve to check on the progress of the new medicine factory and brings a limousine with him on the train, but the roads in Twelve are not made for cars like that and the idiot almost runs people over. So of course, Peeta wraps his arm around his wife and bodily lifts her out of the path. One second she’s walking through town, reciting her shopping list, the next she’s pressed up against a storefront with Peeta’s body caging her in and some idiot driver is careening past, honking his horn. And if you think Katniss doesn’t almost climb him right there and he has to toss her over his shoulder to drag her home before she tears his clothes off, I cannot help you.

Both of them become unhinged morons whenever the other one is a complete mess. 

By this I mean Katniss comes in from tending the garden, her shirt all sweaty and clinging to her. Her hair’s a mess and she’s got a little sunburn on her nose and cheeks and Peeta’s already naked, demanding she take him on the spot. 

Similar response when she comes home a little disheveled from a hunt. “At least let me put the meat in the freezer first, Peeta.” Nope. She gets railed up against said freezer and can’t keep a straight face when they have to invite Haymitch over to eat all this meat because they had to cook it immediately after or it would’ve gone bad.

Peeta starts coming home from the bakery deliberately a little messy. Flour in his hair, sugar stuck to his neck. A random smear of frosting on his arm. Why? Because Katniss starts squirming the instant she sees him and honestly, he really likes it when she mounts him in the hallway because she couldn’t make it the five extra feet to the bedroom.

He’s lost count of how many times they’ve had sex because he didn’t get all the paint washed off his hands before a meal or before bed. And he almost never notices the smear of paint or pencil dust that winds up on his left temple because he brushed back his hair at some point while he was painting/drawing and why is that so hot? She has no clue, all she knows is that she wants to bathe in him. Usually, she manages to wait a little while for that one, mainly because she wants to see what he was painting before she jumps him. What he was painting often dictates the flavor of their sex.

He doesn’t paint the Games as much, after the first time she tells him “Real,” but when he does, the sex is tender and usually happens in the art studio itself, on a paint splattered sofa or on the floor, rolling around on his floor tarps so that both of them are smeared with paint afterwards.

If he’s painting her or other people that they love, they’ll make it up to the bedroom before clothes start flying, laughing and teasing each other the entire way. Katniss will be laughing so hard she snorts while she’s moaning and coming at the same time. Peeta lives to make her snort laughing while she’s coming, btw. Huge turn on, switch flipped to feral mode as soon as she's done coming, and Katniss feels like she won’t be able to walk straight for a day after he finishes inside her.

He uses her as a canvas? Well eventually he's gonna wind up covered in paint too. They go until the paint starts to dry and by then, they're sleepy and content and can barely move anymore.

Painting landscapes and nature scenes? Absolutely feral pig sex where the neighbors worry about them and ask each other if they should… knock? Make sure everyone is still alive in there? Katniss really can’t walk straight for a day after that, but she’s not complaining. Instead she’s demanding her husband carry her around, because he did that to her, after all.

Sadly for Katniss, Peeta carrying her around is something she absolutely loves for the tenderness and silliness of it, but also at times it turns her into a raving madwoman "take me to bed and throw me on it then fuck me this instant before I pull out all my hair, husband!"

And ho buddy, when the two of them come home all sweaty and gross from rebuilding the district? Round one on the floor in the entryway. Round two with skin squealing on shower walls and borderline screaming moans echoing off the bathroom walls. Hair pulling, biting, clawing sex. Let me inside your skin, ten minutes later we’re still actively sweating well damn it that shower was fucking pointless in terms of getting clean sex.

Katniss eats her pie backwards, crust first and Peeta doesn’t know why, but for some reason, he thinks it’s adorable and needs to have her instantly. Haymitch wonders why he no longer gets pie on nights when he eats dinner with them. There’s always dessert… but no pie. So Peeta starts baking Haymitch his own pies and dropping them off, because he’s not giving up his absolute need to toss Katniss on the table and eat her out like he’s a dying man whenever she eats her pie like that.

Peeta looks like he’s solving all of the world’s problems when he’s brushing his teeth. So serious. Sometimes, Katniss will throw small objects at his prosthetic until he notices and giggles when he does, looking at her like she’s an annoying brat. Sometimes, she sneaks up behind him and makes faces at him over his shoulder until he laughs and spits out the toothpaste. Other times, her hands on him are incredibly naughty and the next thing he knows, he looks like a rabid animal in the mirror while he’s bent over the sink, holding on for dear life with her hands on his dick, unraveling him one caress and stroke at a time. But whatever she does, it ends with their sheets an absolute wreck and both of them naked and sweaty and staring at the ceiling going “Wow. So that… happened…”

Katniss bites her nails when she’s nervous and Peeta fixes it by snatching her hand and kissing her from her fingertips up her arms to her neck… where he blows a raspberry until she’s laughing. Do smutty things happen after that? Depends on the setting.

Peeta still flirts with her. Like blatantly, let's see how red I can get my wife’s face flirting with her over the bakery counter or in the town square, in front of literally everyone’s salad. And Katniss just melts like a loon but is secretly plotting how to get him naked asap. She’s not against throwing him against the nearest tree if only there weren’t so many people in the district. Oh but she’s absolutely savaged him against several trees in the woods because he was flirting.

Peeta whistles when he’s working in the bakery. Katniss thinks it’s adorable and sexy as hell. She sings in the shower and Peeta never misses the show, sitting on the toilet or just standing against the sink just to hear her sing. It’s the only time he manages to move silently.

Katniss cannot keep her hands out of Peeta’s hair. Girl is obsessed. And Peeta finds it at turns, adorable, adorably annoying, a mild turn on, or holy hell hot. Like “pull my hair again when I make you come” hot. Conversely, she absolutely loves it when Peeta brushes and braids her hair for her. He’s trying to have a tender, loving moment, and she’s often “are you done yet because as soon as that hair tie is on, i’m gonna be all over you.”

Both of them absolutely love it when the other one laughs. It’s not always a turn on, per se, but when it is… lord have mercy they broke a whole ass bed one time because Peeta laughed at something Katniss said.

Peeta wearing loose, soft pajama pants or the like. Katniss is all hot and bothered and “i’m not that big you can definitely fit me in there with you…” Peeta looks at her like she’s lost it, but they actually do try it once or twice. Numerous pairs of pants have been ripped and sewn back together in this pursuit, and not because she couldn’t fit in there with him.

He’s long since accepted that if they’re dressing up for some occasion, he has to get dressed two hours early. To give Katniss enough time to rip it all off and have her way with him and still have time for them to shower and get dressed again so they’re not late.

Anytime Katniss wears one of his shirts, sweaters, etc, he’s pretty sure he’s going to die unless he gets his mouth or hands on her and then his cock inside her because half the time, she’s not wearing a bra or pants with them, just panties, and he just… has to have her. NOW. While said garment is still on her body. Especially a particular red sweater he was wearing the day they had sex the first time and she wore it the morning after.

She absolutely has a sunset orange nightie that nearly gets removed (or not removed) every time she wears it, but removed or not… either way, Katniss can’t feel her toes after Peeta makes her come as many times as he can whenever she wears it. 

#well aren't you a spicy anon #post mockingjay #everlark #anonymous #look at that ask

[thew4nder3r]

I don't know why but i just think about Miguel with a latina girlfriend but not just any latina. A mexican girl. And a lil something about us mexican girl is that we only take shit from two men. Our fathers and god. No else. 💁🏽‍♀️

He hates how much of a chokehold you have on him.

i mean, he's the leader of the whole ass spider organization but the second he sees you mumbling in spanish oh god this man's never experienced this much fear.

one day, he had sent you on a mission to another universe and you came back soaked in rain and pissed off.

"How was it- oh shit." He quickly shut up when he saw your angry face.

"oh it went amazing." You yank your mask off and throw it to god knows where.

"Miguel i swear to fucking god the next time you send me on a mission and i come back soaking wet i WILL SNAP YOUR NECK." he knew you didn't mean it but the way you got in his face and on the tips of your toes as you yelled made his body tense.

"Su puta madre me voy a regresar a mi universo y quedarme con mi papá por que con una CHINGADA YA ME HARTE DE ANDAR PERSIGUIENDO PINCHES GENTE POR CIUDADES QUE NI CONOZCO!" You screamed and ranted about how much you hated chasing people around 24/7. "Tiene hambre mi chiquita?" God that nickname it made you melt.

"yea...very hungry." You stand up from the couch, grabbing your hair and pushing it behind you.

"I made soup." "Congrats. You didn't burn the house down." You joke and he playfully pushes your shoulder.

"How was the mission?" He asked, sitting next to you. "You were gone for a while."

you sigh. "It was okay, supongo. We caught who we needed to catch but then the rain started pouring and now i look like a soaked cat."

he grabs your hair, pulling it into a low ponytail. "So it doesn't irritate mi princesa."

How does he do this? Every time you're in a bad mood, he always makes you feel better. "Thanks." You smile. "Am i crazy or is your skin darker than last week?" You laugh. "Don't you like my skin? Or would you prefer a blonde chic who can't go outside without getting a sunburn?" You smirk at him. He comes closer to you, kissing your jawline. "I like your skin like this. Mi morenita~" you giggle. You lean in to kiss his lips but stop only an inch away from him. "I missed you..."

He HATES how everyone makes fun of him.

Lyla always tells him how "he's the boss but she's the mastermind."

One time, Hobby had gotten on his nerves and he had started to go off on him until he felt your hand on his shoulder.

"miguel. No seas grosero." Everyone went silent. Expecting Miguel to start fuming. How DARE anyone tell him what to do?!

"Fine." Everyone was so confused. "Did she?" "Yep."

"what the hell are all of you looking at?! GET OUT!!" Ahh there he is.

Once everyone had left, he pressed his body against yours and hid his face in your neck. "God i hate that kid." You laughed at how exhausted he sounded.

okay. Now we're getting into the smut part of it. So yea. 🧍‍♀️💦

God this man.

he's fucking animalistic.

"Hmm yea you like this don't you? Ohh yea cum for papi. Cum on papi's dick."

woof woof bark 😫💦

he likes when you're a brat but he'll never admit it.

"Maldita niña malcriada. What would your father think, hmm? Seeing your boyfriend fuck the brat outta you?"

He'll wrap his hand around your neck and push you deeper into the pillows of your shared bed.

He looks all high and mighty but he will melt the moment you push him down onto his chair and straddle his lap.

"Ohh yea. Muy bien chiquita." He's got a firm grip on your hips as he stares at the place where your bodies met.

he loved seeing how face contort in please. Your wavy dark hair cascading down your shoulders as you bounced on his dick.

"You like bouncing on my dick, corazón? Yea yea you do, pretty girl. Keep bouncing just like that." His praises made you clench around him causing him to let out a whimper.

this man can eat me for breakfast lunch and dinner 😘

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #Smut #fliff #spiderman 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #spiderverse #oh my fuck #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #spiderman smut #spiderman x you #yummy

[saltofmercury]

HII! so i saw this tiktok and it was an insecure konig cosplay and it was a scenario where someone pulled his mask off in front of everyone and y/n so i was wondering if you can write that or something similar but where y/n comforts him about it, they confess their feelings for each other and it’s just pure fluff🤍🤍 of course if you feel comfortable writing it🤍

btw the sound goes like “she pulled off my tag in front of everyone, she basically made a total fool out of me and the worst part is, she did it in front of ben.”

”Watch your left maus!”

His voice had come into your walkie, you turned around, seeking the piece of shit trying to hide from you. You pulled your gun out, but König had already got him. The man limped forward, blood gushing out of his head, then was picked up, stabbed multiple times by him.

By the time you reached him, he had crinkles in his eyes, looking at you.

“You’re too slow maus!”

“I could’ve got him, but you like the gore”

A soft, breathless laugh.

“I think you would be dead if not for me.”

Since KorTac joined the team, you had been very thankful to the big guy that had your back on missions. There had been two missions where your group and KorTac had to get along in order to complete the final mission both of you had been sent on.

Gaz and Soap did not agree on your friendship, claiming that the Austrian had other motives. But he was respectful if not overprotective on the field. They couldn’t deny that. Actually they were pretty happy that he had covered you, and they could get to business not worried about their partner.

You two had developed a friendship in the gym— you, complimenting him on how much he benched. Gym dates happened every afternoon, him helping you with your upper body strength, and you learning more about his life.

“I was in Jagdkommando at 17, I think our training is a little worse than yours” he was telling you about the rigorous training he had gone through, being specially selected among many, many men. It was fun getting to know him, sooner or later it would be one of your last missions together and you don’t think he would keep in touch with you.

You hated to admit it, but you had developed a small crush on the guy. He was mysterious, funny, and overall just a good person. He had been hiding this person underneath his height and mask.

He had his sweet moments like the time you were passing through Switzerland and you had told him about the game you played as a child, and in this game people in Switzerland had the best chocolate. The way he saw your eyes light up describing the chocolate in the story made his heart yearn, but he knew Swiss chocolate was not the best.

He was about to miss the boarding plane, when you saw him charging down the aisle, waving at you, and then checking in. He was out of breath, held up a golden package, beautifully wrapped with gold, green, and pink ribbon.

“I got you something.”

The entire plane ride to the base, you two had indulged in the chocolates on the plane, laughing at how ridiculous it was that he got you chocolates. But part of your heart melted because he made that trip to entertain the idea that had bloomed in your head as a child.

Soap had told you, “You hangout with this guy all day but you’ve got no idea what he looks like under that mask.”

It didn’t matter to you, it was just something you didn’t want to pry. Ghost had his mask on. Once you told Soap that, he laid off a bit. Realizing that it would be hypocritical for him to even keep pressing the issue.

There was a time you had asked him about the mask.

“König, why do you wear it everywhere?”

“It’s for the sunburn, maus”

“It’s a raggedy t-shirt on your head, maus”

“Would you prefer I look like Ghost? Shall I buy a skull mask too?”

You two laughed at each other, and you simply dropped it.

There was nothing more to share.

*

Walking through a jungle, König, Gaz, Soap, and yourself had been dropped off looking for your next target.

You had a bad feeling about this mission. Darkness filled the pit of your stomach, knowing something was lurking around the corner.

Something hit the floor, before all four of you realized what it was.

“Grenade!”

König had pulled you up, running at full speed , before crashing down a couple feet and on protecting you.

The wind was knocked out of you, but you got up. König was nowhere near you. Gaz had run up to you, checking if you were alright.

“Where’s König?”

*

Tied up and held hostage, you recognized his build from far away. You let Soap know you found him. He was slumped, sitting on the floor, his mask was gone. He had been knocked out. You went to wake him up, untying the rope around his hands wondering who could possibly take him down.

“König? Wake up, we gotta get outta here.”

He had been in and out of it, and you searched for something to try and cover him up.

He mumbled something about the room across the hall. Sure enough, Gaz had walked across the hall and taken down the fuckers hiding and waiting for you.

By the time he had woken up, he realized there was nothing covering his face. Wide eyed and vulnerable in front of Soap, Gaz, and you.

You had held out your hand towards him, as a sign to get going, but he didn’t budge. He stood up on his own, walked ahead of everyone and boarded the humvee.

What the fuck?

*

Five days had passed, he returned, pissed and distant from you. You couldn’t understand why. Was he upset that you rescued him this time? You had tried to go to his room, tried to find him at the gym, but there was no luck. You resorted to walking the track.

You had walked and walked the track attempting to clear your mind. What did you do wrong? Out of the corner of your eye you spotted him, he was jogging in place, and stretching his legs.

You ran towards him, trying to push him on the floor.

“What the hell?”

“You’re just going to ignore me?”

“I’m not ignoring you, I’m doing things”

“Our gym dates? Our checker games? What the hell is going on with you?”

You had tears in your eyes, “Is it because I saved your life? Are you THAT prideful?”

He had looked at you, clearly defeated.

“Those fuckers pulled my mask off. I’m not upset at you, or angry with you, I’m angry that they caught me off guard and they revealed my face.”

“It doesn’t seem like a big deal to you, but that was—“

He stopped for a second and didn’t look towards you. He huffed, made eye contact with you,

“You wouldn’t get it.”

“You don’t have to talk about it. But at least, don’t hate me for it.”

He looked at you, his eyes widened behind the mask.

“Schatz I don’t hate you, I’m glad you saved me. I just wished it was under better circumstances that you saw my face.”

You poked your cheek with your tongue, trying to prevent yourself from spilling your feelings.

“Mask or no mask, I just wanted to spend time with you.”

He peered down at you, you could see the confusion in his eyes, his low self esteem eating away at his thoughts.

“You don’t care that you saw my face?”

“No”

You walked up to him standing on your tiptoes, pulling the hem of the mask up, getting underneath it. You softly placed a kiss on his chin.

He grabbed a hold of your waist, surrounding you with his mask, and kissed you deeply underneath it. He pulls back, but you’re not leaving the darkness of his mask.

He looks at your eyes through the small eye holes he’s ripped out.

“Lets stay here for a bit...Underneath my mask.”

#könig #könig x reader #könig imagine #konig x y/n #konig x reader #könig mw2 #könig cod #dont really like how this came out maybe bc of the fact that i have a different version of könig in my head

[princessasmosprincess]

Sunkissed

Summary: After a fun day at a Human World beach, the brothers realize they're sunburned.

Characters: The demon brothers and GN Reader/MC (it could be Asmodeus x Reader if you squint because this is my fic and hey, you're the one who came to the Asmo kissing blog).

Genre: Sickfic (kinda), humor, fluff

Warnings: Canon-typical sibling on sibling violence, sunburn, nonsexual nudity, mild canon-typical innuendo, no major spoilers but MC is in possession of a certain object they obtain in season 2.

***

“I might have to get rid of that new toner we bought, MC,” said Asmo as he held the door open for you. “My face hurts.”

“Really? My skin feels fine.” You’d known demon skin to be stronger than your own in most cases, so this was perplexing.

Asmo had purchased the toner with you only three days ago from a Human World store famous for selling the most exclusive skincare. It had gone viral online despite its steep price tag, so naturally Asmo had to buy it.

Asmo gasped. “You don’t suppose it contains holy water, do you?”

“That’s not really a common skincare ingredient in the Human World,” you said.

“Humans don’t use it to purify their skin?” He asked.

You shook your head, suppressing a laugh. “But maybe there's something else in the toner that doesn't agree with your skin, let’s take a look at the bottle.”

“Ok! I’ll go get it. And while I'm at it I’ll prepare a bath for the two of us,” He slipped his arm around your waist, leaning into you with his charming smile.

“Maybe…” you said, bumping him gently with your hip.

“We can even try out those bath salts I brought back for you, wouldn't that be nice?”

You had to admit a relaxing bath did sound nice right now. You and the brothers were just coming in from a day at the private beach Diavolo owned in the Human World. The beach was protected by a magical barrier, cloaking it from anyone not authorized to be there. You and the brothers were free to do whatever you wished, including using magic.

It had been a very full day. In the morning you'd surfed a little with Beel, needing to relearn most of what he’d taught you before. And then as soon as you got back to shore, you’d been pulled into a water fight “to the death” that had begun when Satan dumped a handful of sand down Lucifer’s rash guard while he was resting in the shade. You’d mostly been used as a shield between Satan and Mammon against Lucifer. You didn't really mind, though, since you got to see Lucifer's conflicted expression every time he faced you; not that it had really saved you in the end, you’d ended up soaked anyway. Then, Asmo had whisked you away to collect shells in the water with him, with the assistance of mercandy. You’d so enjoyed being merpeople together on your last beach trip that this was truly a treat to experience again. In the water you’d gotten to watch Levi swimming with Lotan, from a distance, of course. Satisfied with the shells you’d collected, you and Asmo dragged yourselves back onto the beach and fell asleep under the umbrella with Belphie, completely exhausted from all the swimming you’d done. You hadn't woken up until the sun had shifted and you were no longer in the shade. At the end of the day, you and the brothers got to watch porpoises breaching in the distance as the sunset lit the sea in shades of pink and gold.

You were grateful the beach Diavolo had lent you came with a vacation home (more like a mansion) just steps away from the shore.

“I call the first shower!” Mammon declared, kicking off his flip-flops.

Levi grabbed his arm before he could run up the stairs. “No, I get the first shower. There’s a raid starting in an hour and I want to login early.”

“Too bad, little bro,” Mammon wrenched his arm out of Levi’s grip. “Hierarchy says I get to go first since I'm older.”

“Really, Mammon, if that’s the case then I’ll be taking the first shower.” said Lucifer.

The three oldest brothers shared one of the mansion’s bathrooms, while the youngest shared another (minus Asmo, since Barbatos had set up a portal to his bathroom at the House of Lamentation). You had your own private bathroom as well, but you didn't mind letting the brothers use it from time to time. It seemed like that would be happening tonight if you ever hoped to have a peaceful dinner.

“One of you can use my bathroom tonight,” You left the three oldest brothers in the foyer to argue, now that an offer to use your bathroom was on the table. You needed some water, you were starting to get a headache, you’d probably had too much sun.

Beel was already in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something. Belphie was nearby, sitting at the kitchen island as he rested his cheek on the cool marble counter.

“We’ll have dinner soon, Beel, I just need a drink of water and I’ll get started cooking.”

Beel tossed you a water bottle before grabbing one for himself.

“Can I have a snack while I wait?” He bit into a nectarine, coming to lean against the counter.

“Well you’ve already started.” You teased. You took a long drink of water, mentally checking off all the ingredients you’d need to start dinner. Hopefully one or two of the brothers would agree to assist you, it would go much faster with help.

Beel rolled his cool water bottle against his neck, “I think I missed a spot when I reapplied my sunscreen,” he said. “Can you take a look for me?”

“Sure,” you slipped off the sunglasses you were still wearing as Beel turned around for you. “Oh, Beel I think-”

A blood-curdling scream tore through the mansion.

“Wha-” Belphie woke with a start.

You took of running upstairs, towards the source of the scream. You and the twins were the last to arrive at Asmo’s bathroom.

Asmo threw himself into your arms. “Oh, MC! I’m hideous!” He began to cry. His face was red everywhere except where his sunglasses had been, leaving a white impression of their shape behind, “I don't know how you can bear to look at me!”

“Asmo, you’re not hideous,” You stroked his hair. “I don’t think that’s even possible.”

“I’m not?” He sniffed.

“Not at all, you’re just a little…” You trailed off as you looked around the room. Lucifer, Levi, Satan, Beel, and Belphie (in addition to Asmo) were all severely sunburned. Several of them had already begun to shift uncomfortably. “You’re all-”

“MAMMON WHAT DID YOU DO?” Satan roared. Judging by the dark aura surrounding him, he was about to shift into his demon form.

“Wha’da’ya mean, what did I do?” Mammon ran to hide behind you for protection.

“Clearly this is your fault,” he seethed, the aura beginning to dissipate a little since you were in front of him, but his eyes were on Mammon, “We’ve been cursed, you probably wronged some Human World witch and now we’re all paying for it.”

“While that does sound like something he’d-” Lucifer began.

“You’re not cursed,” said Mammon, cutting him off. “You just have a sunburn.”

Satan paused. “You're saying this happened because we were outside in the sunlight?”

“Yeah,”

“Is this true, MC?” He looked at you.

You nodded, “It happens to some humans, too.”

“I did remind you to reapply your sunscreen earlier, Satan.” said Lucifer.

Satan growled. “I didn't think it would actually do anything. I’ve never had a sunburn before.” You noticed the new freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks. He would have looked so adorable if not for the anger glowing in his eyes.

“Really?” Beel asked.

“Me and Beel and Asmo used to get sunburned all the time when we snuck down to the Human World.” said Belphie.

“That was before sunscreen existed,” Asmo added. “I would never go out without putting it on now. Earlier I just–” He burst into tears again.

Belphie ignored him, continuing to talk to Satan, “You’ve been here a fair amount and it’s never happened?”

“I’m typically summoned to the Human World at night.” Satan answered flatly. “As are most demons, I’d wager.”

“Satan, your poor, virgin skin!” Asmo sobbed.

“My what?”

“Did anyone remember to reapply?” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, recalling that even he hadn’t remembered after the water fight, and then he’d even removed his rash guard, exposing himself further.

“I remembered, and I also put some on Belphie’s face,” said Beel. “But we got burned anyway,”

“What sunscreen did you use?” You asked.

“This one I got from Mammon,” Beel handed you his bottle of sunscreen. You read the label, it was 20 years past its expiration date and the brand name was misspelled.

You shot Mammon a look over your shoulder.

“Must’a got mixed up with my newer stock– uh, purchases.” he lied.

You looked around at the demons in front of you. All six of them were varying shades of red. Satan and Levi seemed to be in the worst condition as they’d been in full sun for most of the day. Asmo, Lucifer, and the twins hadn’t fared much better despite taking advantage of the umbrella��s shade. You could feel the heat of Asmo’s skin on yours, plus more warmth radiating off of Satan. It had to be so painful.

Satan turned back to you and Mammon. “Why don't you two seem to be affected?”

“I don’t get sunburns,” Mammon smirked before ducking behind you again when Satan turned his glare on him.

“Father blessed him with a golden tan complexion,” Asmo pouted. “He was like that when we were angels, too.”

“And you, MC, are you immune like Mammon or do you have some sort of talisman against the rays of the sun?” Satan asked. “I don’t understand how a human could be unaffected when we are all suffering.”

“I don’t have any special talismans, I put on sunscreen before I went outside just like everyone else,” You looked down at your arms. You hadn't been sunburned at all, and you hadn't reapplied your sunscreen either. Your eyes caught on the gold ring you wore on your finger.

“You might have been protected by my Ring of Light,” Lucifer said with a small smile, echoing your thoughts almost exactly.

The others nodded. It was a very powerful magical relic.

“Well now that we've cleared that up,” Satan said through thinly veiled rage. “How long is this agony supposed to last? It feels like spiders are crawling all over my skin.”

You really didn't want to tell him. Judging by the severity of his sunburn it might be… “A week?” you said. “Sometimes it takes longer. But most of the pain occurs in the first few days or so.”

Satan looked like he was about to explode with rage or drown Mammon in the bathtub. Maybe both.

Lucifer cut in before he could do anything. “As we are demons, our cell turnover is faster than humans, which will shorten our recovery time. It will be about 48 hours until we fully heal, I’d estimate, but that also means we’ll be feeling the worst of it tonight.”

***

You sent the sunburned demons downstairs to the living room, directing them to ice their skin while they waited, so you and Mammon could collect supplies. The mansion was well-stocked thanks to Diavolo and Barbatos preparing it for you ahead of time, but only with Human World essentials. They had wanted you to feel right at home. You doubted the brothers kept very many potion ingredients in their rooms, and definitely not anything that could give relief from a sunburn.

You had Mammon fetch the first aid kit from the kitchen cabinet while you looked through Asmo’s and Lucifer’s skincare collections to see if they had any skin-soothing products. When you were finished, the two of you deposited your loot on the living room’s coffee table. Mammon had found a tiny tube of lidocaine cream, one packet of colloidal oatmeal, and a small jar of aloe gel. You’d come up with a bottle of unscented body lotion and two small tubes of expensive healing ointment; you’d also found a half-full bottle of demon-strength ibuprofen in Lucifer's things, which would definitely be needed to get through the next couple of days. These were your only supplies. You might be able to get the aloe gel to stretch between your six sunburn victims but it would be pretty scarce. As for everything else… you’d cross that bridge when you got there.

Asmo and Beel got started slathering healing ointment and lotion on Belphie who was whining in his sleep.

You scooped some aloe gel into your hand so you could administer care to Satan as Mammon did the same with Levi.

Satan started reciting cat poems under his breath as you rubbed the cool gel into his skin as gently as you could.

“MC, there’s a bottle of Demonus in the basement fridge.” said Lucifer. He sat next to you, his perfect posture rigid, as if moving at all would cause him immense pain. “When you have a moment, please go get it.”

“Demonus would be really nice right now,” Asmo hummed, pressing a generous amount of healing ointment onto his own cheeks.

You gave a sympathetic smile, “You both know that’s just going to dehydrate you and make your skin feel worse.”

You knocked two ibuprofen into Lucifer’s palm as consolation. He gave you a look, taking the bottle from you. He poured out four more into his hand and then passed the rest to Asmo.

SMACK

Levi screamed at the top of his lungs.

“MAMMON!” You and Lucifer yelled at the same time.

You rushed to Levi’s side only to see the perfectly white handprint of Mammon’s slap contrasting with his lobster red skin. Levi began to cry, inhaling a ragged breath as tears started streaming down his face.

“He insulted me after all I’m doin’ for him?” Mammon defended himself. “He called me a scumbag!”

“Go help Lucifer,” you snapped.

“Ok, ok, I’m goin’.”

Levi couldn’t catch his breath, his shoulders convulsing as his sobs came out in a silent cry. It was a bit disturbing.

You gently placed your hand on the handprint. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated.” A gold flash sparkled under your hand as you recited the spell. Levi slumped against your shoulder, breathing once more. For once, he wasn't embarrassed that his bare skin was touching yours.

“Are you ok?” you asked him.

He sniffed a few times, still shaking, “The pain from the slap is gone but my skin still feels like it’s on fire,” he said, wiping away a tear.

You had a feeling the healing spell wouldn't be strong enough. It had been worth a try, though.

“MC,” Satan called your attention from the other side of the couch. “The aloe gel has dried and the infernal itching has returned.” He squirmed in his seat.

“Here, try this,” Mammon slid an ice pack over Satan’s shoulders.

“THAT’S MAKING IT WORSE!” Satan tore the ice pack from Mammon’s hands, throwing it at his face and knocking his sunglasses off.

“Ow!” Mammon rubbed the red mark just beginning to bloom on his cheek.

You sighed. This was proving more difficult than you’d expected. There wasn’t enough aloe gel to apply on each brother twice. You needed to come up with a solution.

“Is there any chance we can use a duplication spell on this?” You slid the jar to Mammon, who was still holding his cheek in pain.

He picked up the jar and scanned over the ingredients list. “There’s too much stuff in here, between the two of us we might end up with somethin’ similar but there’s also a chance it’ll make everything worse. I ain’t Lord Diavolo.”

You looked at the dwindling supplies on the table. Asmo and Beel had already exhausted the first tube of healing ointment. “That means we can’t duplicate any of that, either?”

“Probably not.”

“I’m hungry,” Beel complained.

Right. Everyone still needed dinner.

Lucifer handed you his credit card before Mammon had a chance to register what was happening. “Just buy anything we need. Supplies, takeout, I really don’t care right now.” He picked up the tube of lidocaine cream and squeezed the entire contents into his hand, rubbing half of it into his own chest and the other half into Satan’s shoulders.

Well, that certainly made things easier. You turned on an animated movie for them to watch while you and Mammon went to the kitchen. You picked a random takeout menu that was stuck to the fridge and ordered meals for everyone, and Mammon sat at the island and searched Akuzon for sunburn relief products on his D.D.D.

“Does Akuzon even deliver to the Human World?” You asked as you hung up the phone.

“They do for demon lords,” said Mammon as he added another item to the cart. “Levi pays for the premium shipping rate so they deliver anywhere.”

“You’re using Levi’s account?”

“Got locked outta mine…”

You sat next to him, helping him choose the best products to heal his brothers’ damaged skin. Lots of aloe gel and healing ointment, analgesic products too. You also purchased a balm that was supposedly infused with magic to speed up the healing process. The bill would be several hundred Grimm but you didn't think Lucifer would mind, considering the circumstances.

“We got three hour delivery, we just gotta keep ‘em happy ‘till then.” said Mammon.

“NO!” Asmo shrieked from the other room, right as the doorbell rang.

“That’s probably the food,” Mammon sighed, “Do you wanna find out what Asmo’s problem is or should I?”

You pressed your hand to your heart, your pulse still racing from being startled. “It would be better if I went to him,” You were less likely to start a fight between the brothers just by entering the room.

Mammon went to answer the door while you returned to the living room.

“Is everything alright?” You asked tentatively.

“Everything is not alright,” said Asmo. “How dare those disgusting eels tip over their boat, Ariel was just about to get her true love’s kiss!”

You breathed a sigh of relief. It was just about the movie.

“Mmm, eel…” Beel was almost drooling.

“Would the kiss have even worked?” Satan mused. “How could it be true love, Eric just barely learned her name and they’ve known each other for two days.”

“I wonder,” you smiled.

“Come sit with me, darling,” Asmo pulled you onto the couch between him and Lucifer, nuzzling into you, his skin still feverishly warm, “This movie is wonderful. Have you seen the sea witch’s makeup? I should try something like that for fun, don’t you think? It’s such an iconic look.”

They all seemed really into it, which left you pleasantly surprised. Satan was trying to figure out if the story would end the bittersweet way the original fairytale did, Lucifer argued that it wouldn't be appropriate for a children’s movie to end tragically; their conversation was very lighthearted and almost academic. Levi was using his tablet to draft cosplays of various characters from the film, asking you who you wanted to be. Beel was commenting about all the fish he’d like to eat every time they appeared onscreen, while Belphie hummed along to the score. Mammon brought in the food and then everyone was glad to eat while finishing the movie.

There wasn't a dry eye as the credits rolled after Ariel finally got her happy ending with her prince. Not even yours. A mermaid leaving her family to live with her true love in another realm, the irony wasn't lost on you.

“That was great,” said Mammon, dabbing at a tear with a handkerchief, “Should we watch another?”

Belphie’s shoulders shook as he cried quietly.

“What's wrong, Belphie?” Beel asked as all eyes turned to the youngest.

“M-my skin st-still h-hurts,” he hiccuped.

You were worried about that. They’d all been distracted by the movie for a while, the pain was bound to kick in once it ended.

“I’m starting to feel it again, too.” Lucifer popped a few more ibuprofen capsules.

“How much longer until the delivery, Mammon?” You asked.

He checked his D.D.D. “They’re a hundred stops away, should get here by ten.”

“That's two and a half hours from now,”

The brothers began to complain. You didn't blame them, they were still suffering, but it was starting to give you a headache on top of the one you already had. You needed to placate them and clearly Disney movies weren't enough.

They'd used up all of the supplies, the empty containers littering the table. All that was left was the packet of colloidal oatmeal. You picked it up.

Ingredients: Colloidal oatmeal 100%

“Everyone upstairs to Asmo’s bathroom,” you instructed. You took Mammon by the wrist and led him to the kitchen.

“Now what?” He asked.

“This has only one ingredient,” You held up the packet.

“So we can duplicate it. Good idea, MC!”

Mammon helped you locate a large mixing bowl and you emptied the packet into it. You both waved your hands over the bowl, reciting the duplication spell in unison. You had to repeat the spell six times to have enough for what you needed to do.

When you got upstairs, the brothers were all standing around the bathroom looking very uncomfortable, Asmo had already started filling the tub.

“Everyone needs to strip,” you tossed each of them a towel.

The room broke out in half-hearted groans. You were sure if their faces weren't so red from sunburn, most of them would have been blushing.

“It’s nothing I haven't seen before,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“What?” Mammon’s gaze shot to you.

“Nothing…” you gave an innocent smile.

Mammon crossed his arms, muttering something to himself.

“I c- I can’t strip in front of my brothers!” Levi whined.

“It’s no different than bathing at the hot springs,”

“Yeah but I usually–”

You raised an eyebrow, “Are you really in a position to be complaining, Leviathan?”

“N-no…” Levi sniffed.

“MC, look over here, ” Asmo cooed, winking. “I can strip for you, like a good boy.” He swayed his hips, dropping the towel from his shoulders. “Doo doo-doo doo-doo doo doo doo,” he was singing his own sexy background music.

You just stared at him.

Asmo bent down, giving you what was supposed to be a sensual smile, his lips curved wobbly and his eyes were hazed with pain and unshed tears as he moved. But the show must go on, as they say. “Touch me, tease me, feel me up,” He tossed his hair, sliding his hands to the waistband of his swim shorts, beginning to roll them down. “Touch me, tease me, feel me– AHH!” He screamed as the fabric brushed against his inflamed skin.

“Asmo!”

His swim shorts dropped to the ground unceremoniously, as he writhed in pain. Everywhere the shorts had previously covered was porcelain white. He squeaked, picking up the towel to cover himself. This was not how he wanted you to see him.

The others followed suit in a less dramatic fashion, all stripping out of their swimwear, some more bashful than others for being naked in front of you. You and Mammon dumped the contents of the bowl into the tub, allowing the running water to mix it around.

“Get in,” you said.

And they obeyed.

There was just enough room for the six of them to fit in the tub comfortably. They all relaxed in the warm water, their skin finally feeling soothed. They were quiet. Belphie fell asleep right away, and Satan’s eyes no longer glowed with barely concealed rage.

You sat down on the padded bench next to the tub, your muscles untensing at last, Mammon passed you a water bottle and a single demon-strength ibuprofen, just enough for a human headache.

“Thanks,” you took it, sinking deeper into the bench’s soft cushion.

“I’m gonna go put some music on,” he said.

“Sure, go ahead,” You said, your eyes slipping closed.

When Mammon returned with the portable speaker, you were fast asleep.

“Shh…” said Lucifer.

Mammon set the speaker down and lifted you into his arms.

“Thank you, MC,” the brothers each whispered as Mammon carried you off to your bedroom for a well-deserved rest.

“Sleep well,” said Mammon.

***

Cross-posted on AO3

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[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Unconventional Flowers Event - March Bonus

Dahlias for Holi ft. Nanami

A/N: March bonus prompt for my Unconventional Flowers Event. I honestly was hoping for a very unique holiday and this got my attention in all the right ways. Requested by @sitarawrites. For more information on the Festival of Colors, visit Wikipedia.

Rating: E, fluffy

Pairing: Nanami x reader (Desi reader implied)

Word Count: 971

People had been skeptical of your marriage to Nanami, wondering how you would ever blend your rich, individual backgrounds. For the two of you, it just meant more cultural holidays to celebrate together, and spoiling each other with a wider variety of food and sweets accompanying each one. You knew he’d adapt well, he’s proven that when you were dating, even though Indian festivals tended to be crowded and loud. 

And you loved him for the way he kept up the rules that fell on your festival days. Vegetarian food only, and though he didn’t need to, he sat in the back while you offered your prayers, his hair damp because it was customary to always have your hair washed on festival days. The first piece of prasad which you offered to him with love after all the prayers and poojas were done, broken in half as he feeds it to you as well. It was bliss.

But the one festival Nanami refused to participate in was Holi. He had no qualms against the day in general, but rather, the way it was celebrated, by throwing colored water and powder onto others to celebrate the triumph of good over evil. You’d pouted because Holi also celebrated the love between Lord Krishna and his eternal love Radha, the most well-known romantic story in all of Hindu mythology. Not that he hadn’t given it a fair try. You’d told him to wear something old and casual but the man simply didn’t own anything that fell under those categories. He spluttered along gingerly at the fairgrounds while everyone played, his hair weighed down in his eyes by dyed water in shades of shocking pink, electric yellow, and robin’s egg blue. 

He hated the wetness, the noise, and the fact that the dyes used in the water and powder didn’t rub off for days (seriously, what was in that stuff?). After his first one which had occurred back when you were both initially dating, he’d politely told you he would not be participating in the ones to come as he tried to rub off the darkening pink that had stained his face, neck, and ears. The color had only taken in more on his pale skin, making him look like he had a bad sunburn, something that Gojo and Yuji had been quick to point out while teasing him to no end. 

So it became the rule that he would sit with you during the morning for prayers, and you went with your family and friends to the fairgrounds to celebrate the rest of the day by throwing color at each other. The first Holi after you got married though, you felt a small twinge of sadness that your husband would be absent for this affair but you hid it, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaving.

When you arrive home, Nanami has laid down a towel trail from the door into the bathroom so that the color wouldn’t drip onto the carpet. You can’t help but appreciate his foresight on this; you loved Holi, but you certainly didn’t want to ruin the carpet. Under the hot spray, you let yourself wash off the colors that stuck to your body, watching them swirl into each other as they went down the drain. Honestly, it was only the pink that actually stuck, the rest of the colors washing off easily.  You step out, clean and fresh, and pad into the bedroom, to find Nanami sitting patiently on the bed with a cotton bag in his hands.

“Hey,” you say softly, tired from all the running around at the fairground and now the heat of the shower.

“Hey yourself.” He pats the space next to him. You oblige and sit next to him, the bed feeling soft and comforting after a long, energetic day.

“Did you have fun?” he gently rubs the top of your ear, now pink like a flamingo.

“Yeah. Missed you though.” You lace your fingers with his. 

“I know. Your face said it all when you left.” He kisses your hair, now washed and dried, smelling fragrant. “I’m sorry it disappoints you so much. But I just can’t find a way to enjoy playing Holi.”

You turn to kiss his jaw. “It’s not like you didn’t try. And you were miserable the whole time. It’s ok. It’s just one festival.”

“True. But. Maybe you and I can play Holi in a different way? One that involves colors but none of the mess?”

You look at him curiously, wondering what he had in mind before he hands you the bag he was holding. You peek into it and see that it’s filled to the brim with dahlias, your favorite flower. 

“Lay back.” You do as instructed, scooting up towards the pillows. Nanami dips his hand into the bag, picking up a pink flower. 

“Pink, to symbolize kindness and beauty.” He begins to lay all the pink flowers from the bag across your body shoulder to shoulder, like a devotee worshiping a goddess, and the act causes a rush of love to zoom through you.  

“Yellow, for cheer.” He places these across your chest and you hold still, not daring to move lest they fall off. 

“Orange, for celebrations and goodness.” These go across your stomach which is now jittery like there are a million butterflies in it. 

“Purple for respect and devotion.” The blooms are placed delicately along your legs and you feel giddy from the romance of it all. 

You lay there, colors all over your body, which was the whole point of Holi in the first place. Nanami carefully makes his way back up to your face, giving you a tender kiss on the lips, his eyes full of love.

“Happy Holi y/n. I hope this makes up for it.” 

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[bradshawsbaby]

Tan Lines

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: Another piece I worked on during the shadowban! Enjoy some honeymoon fun!

Warnings: NSFW (18+) - oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected PIV between a married couple.

You were laying out on your stomach on the private deck of your honeymoon suite, eyes closed and AirPods tucked securely in your ears so that you didn’t hear your new husband approaching, having just returned from his morning bike ride. You were completely unaware of his presence, even as he stripped off his soaking wet shirt and grinned down at you, admiring the sight of you in one of the new bikinis you’d purchased specifically for your Hawaiian honeymoon.

That was why it came as a complete shock to you when your very sweaty and shirtless husband decided to lay down on top of you and press a kiss to your cheek, his chest rumbling with laughter as your eyes flew open in surprise and you let out a strangled little yelp.

“Sorry, baby, you just looked so cute laying there like that that I had to join you,” Rooster grinned, peppering your face with a few more affectionate kisses.

“Oh my gosh, is that sweat?!” you cried out, swatting at him as best you could, considering you were pinned beneath his weight. “Bradley!”

Laughing again, he rolled off you, ducking out of your reach as you attempted to smack his arm. “I could get you this sweaty, too, if you’d like,” he told you with a wink, reaching out to playfully pinch your behind.

“You’re an idiot,” you laughed, shaking your head as you pulled your AirPods out of your ears and set them back inside their case.  “How was your bike ride?” you asked, sitting up as Rooster bent down to press a kiss to your lips.

“Good,” he nodded, unscrewing the lid off his water bottle and taking a deep swig. “It’s hot as hell out there today, but it was still fun. You should have come with me,” he teased, nudging you.

“Hmmm, long, sweaty bike ride in the blazing heat or getting a tan by the ocean on our private deck? It was a tough call, but I think I made the right choice,” you replied with a laugh, lowering your sunglasses for a moment to appreciate your very handsome husband standing there in nothing more than his cycling shorts. “Though I will admit, you do look very good, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

“Mmm, as do you, Mrs. Bradshaw,” Rooster said, winking at you as he finished off his water, dumping the last of it over his head. “You going to lay out here a bit longer?” he asked.

“I think so,” you nodded, rolling back onto your stomach and resting your chin on your hands. “I’m probably getting burned to a crisp though. Would you mind putting some more sunscreen on my back?”

“Anything for you, honey,” Rooster grinned, grabbing your bottle of sunscreen and kneeling down beside you. He poured a liberal amount of the cream into his hand, rubbing his palms together slightly before starting to spread it out gently across the bare skin of your back. “You know,” he murmured after a moment, tugging gently at the strings of your bikini top. “This is a private deck, baby. And I’d hate for you to end up with those pesky tan lines,” he told you, a hint of that all-too-familiar mischief in his voice as he slowly started to untie the strings.

“Bradley Bradshaw!” you gasped, twisting your neck to look back at him with wide eyes.

“What?” he asked innocently, raising his eyebrows. “Is this so much worse than what we did in the hot tub last night?” he smirked, waggling his eyebrows at the memory.

You blushed furiously at that, thinking back to how the two of you had spent the majority of the previous evening. “Well, no, but…I mean…it’s just…”

“You’re adorable when you’re flustered, baby,” Rooster laughed, bending down to press a kiss to your flushed cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you’ve got no sunburn and no tan lines anywhere,” he said with a cheeky smile, loosening the knots on your bikini top so that they fell away completely, exposing your entire back.

“You’re a bad influence on me,” you teased, which made him laugh some more as he continued to rub the sunscreen into your skin.

“Have I told you lately how gorgeous you are, honey?” Rooster asked after a moment, bending down to press a kiss to your shoulder. The movement of his hands became slower, more sensual as he dragged his fingers down your sides, enjoying the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingertips.

You let out a soft sigh of pleasure at the feel of his strong, calloused hands on your body. Before your husband, you never would have thought that getting lathered up with sunscreen could be such an enjoyable experience. “You have, but it’s always nice to hear it again,” you told him playfully, smiling as one of his hands roamed down further until it was cupping your behind, which was shaped rather nicely in your bikini bottom, if you did say so yourself.

“I’ll say it as many times as you like, Mrs. Bradshaw,” Rooster smiled, his hands sliding underneath you to gently brush against your breasts. He cupped them firmly, squeezing your nipples lightly between his fingertips.

“Oh, baby,” you sighed, slowly rolling onto your back and letting your bikini top fall to the wayside completely. Your nipples had hardened almost immediately under his ministrations, forming sharp little buds that spoke of your desire.

“So, so gorgeous,” Rooster whispered to you, leaning down to capture your lips with his own as his hands, still slick from your sunscreen, slid up your body to caress your breasts once more. As his tongue danced with yours, his fingers gently squeezed your aching breasts, tugging on your hardened nipples until an involuntary moan escaped your mouth.

“Baby, when you moan like that, it drives me crazy,” Rooster told you, resting his forehead against yours. 

He began kissing a lazy trail down your throat, nipping lightly at your collarbone before making his way down to your chest. Cupping one breast in his hands, he took your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as you let out a gasp of pleasure. He took his time, his movements slow and deliberate as you began to moan softly, feeling the familiar ache developing in your core. Your whole body was already buzzing with desire by the time he moved to your other breast, starting the process all over again. You squirmed and panted beneath him, your skin feeling hot and flushed with need. It was crazy what this man could do to you. All he did was put his mouth on your breasts and you already felt like you were about to orgasm.

Running your fingers through his hair, you bit down hard on your lower lip and arched your back as he bit down tenderly on the soft flesh of your breast. You could feel yourself throbbing, soaking wet and aching with need for him between your legs.

“Baby,” you gasped out, your voice breathy and full of desperation. “Baby, please.”

“Shh, I know, baby, I know,” Rooster whispered, holding onto your waist as his tongue began to trail its way down your stomach, dipping playfully into your belly button and then moving down lower. He pressed soft kisses to your skin, just above the waistband of your bathing suit bottom, knowing all the while how crazy he was making you.

“Baby, you’re torturing me,” you moaned, biting your lip as you gazed down at him.

“I’m not trying to,” he said with a wink that made you doubt that very much. He leaned up to kiss you, stroking your cheek tenderly. “I promise I’m going to make you feel really good,” he whispered, shifting his position so that he was directly between your legs.

The two of you locked eyes as he reached for your bikini bottom, hooking his fingers into the waistband and slowly dragging it down your legs until it was out of sight, along with your bikini top. He ran his fingers over you slowly, spreading the wetness that he found there. “Baby,” he breathed out, lowering his head and pressing delicate kisses to the insides of your thighs, causing you to involuntarily clench your legs together.

When your husband finally put his mouth on you, you thought you might burst into tears right then and there. It felt so good and you needed him so badly. “Oh,” you gasped out softly, spreading your legs wider for him and burying your fingers in his hair. “Oh, yes,” you moaned, letting out a sigh of exquisite pleasure.

Rooster loved the sound of you enjoying yourself so much. He worked at a calm, but steady pace, using his fingers to spread you open wider as his tongue slid between your wet folds, making lazy trails up and down your slit. He hooked one hand under your thigh and used the other to press down on your hips, which were starting to buck with uncontrolled delight.

“Yes. Yes! Oh, yes!” you cried out, eyes squeezing shut as wave after wave of intense pleasure began crashing over you, a pressure building inside as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to climax. “Baby, don’t stop,” you begged, tugging on his hair as you whimpered and writhed beneath him. Your body nearly spasmed right on the spot as he suddenly began to suck on that tiny bundle of nerves that somehow made everything feel like it was crashing down around you.

“Baby…oh, baby…I’m….I’m…” you mumbled incoherently, tensing up and letting out a loud cry as you felt yourself falling over the edge, panting and moaning all the while. Rooster helped you ride through it, his mouth on you the entire time as he watched you with loving eyes.

“I….I just…oh,” you sighed, trying to catch your breath as you lay panting on your beach towel.

Chuckling, Rooster lay down beside you and took you into his arms. “You are absolutely stunning, you know that?” he whispered, kissing you tenderly.

“And you are absolutely incredible,” you whispered in return, your legs still trembling slightly from what he had just done for you.

Without another word, he kissed you again as he began to move on top of you, both of you fumbling with his cycling shorts as you tried to keep your mouths on each other. Soon enough, he was free, his rock hard erection proving that he needed you just as desperately as you needed him. Spreading your legs wide, you moaned as he teased the head of his penis against your entrance, letting it slip through your folds just as his tongue had.

“No teasing,” you whispered breathlessly against his lips, cupping his face in your hands as he nodded and pushed his way inside you, your eyes locked on each other’s faces as he buried himself to the hilt.

“I love you,” you told him as he pressed your bodies more tightly together, his hands resting on your hips as he began to rhythmically rock against you.

“I love you, too, baby,” he replied, kissing your neck softly. “So, so much.”

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as he thrust into you over and over again, both of you moaning in pleasure. You had never been shy about letting Rooster know just how much you enjoyed making love to him, and he always responded in kind. The feel of him inside you was like nothing else you had ever known. He filled you so completely, stretching you to the limits in the best way possible. As he pumped into you, you could feel your walls being stretched to accommodate him, clenching down tightly around him to create the most wonderful friction imaginable.

“Damn, baby, you always feel so good,” Rooster groaned, burying his fingers in your hair and kissing you deeply as your bodies began to grind together at a faster pace.

Holding onto him more tightly, you moaned into his mouth as you felt yourself on the precipice of another orgasm. This man never failed to keep you unbelievably satisfied, and for that you were beyond grateful. “Bradley…oh, baby, I’m so close,” you sighed, cradling his face in your hands.

“Me, too, baby. Me, too,” Rooster panted, pressing a kiss to your face. “I want us to finish together. Do you think you can hold on for just a few more minutes?” he asked, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours.

You nodded, biting down on your lip as he began stroking you deep inside, eliciting another round of moans and cries. Your legs were trembling with the need for release, but you loved the moments when the two of you could climax together, holding onto each other tightly as you screamed each other’s names.

“Oh, baby,” Rooster moaned, burying his face in your neck. You could tell from his movements, from the waver in his voice that he was very, very close. “Baby, I—”

“I know,” you sighed softly, lacing your fingers through his. “Me, too.” That was all it took. Within seconds, the two of you were crying out each other’s names, your body spasming around him as he finished deep inside you, the warmth spreading between your legs.

The two of you lay there like that for a while, your husband still buried inside you as he brushed your hair away from your face and pressed soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “I think that was even better than the hot tub,” he chuckled breathlessly, finally collapsing beside you and pulling you into his arms.

Laughing softly, you snuggled up against his chest, tracing lazy circles on his stomach. “I mean, we could always give the hot tub another try,” you replied with a playful wink.

Rooster lifted his head slightly, gazing down at you. “Mrs. Bradshaw, you are insatiable!” he teased.

“I learned it from my husband,” you shot back with a grin, poking him in the side.

“That you did,” he laughed, lifting you up into his arms and carrying you off for another crack at that hot tub.

#top gun #top gun: maverick #rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #x reader #x female reader

[ki-yomii]

b.d.e | ksj

➥ pairing | kim seokjin x f!reader

➥ word count | ~800

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, orgasm control/edging, pet names, mild praise kink, wet & messy, oral (f receiving), prep, big dick Jin

➥ summary | don't you know he'll never fit if he doesn't prep you first?

➥ notes | gotta feed my lovely cinnabon wife @supertuna-sideblog 😘

💚 masterlist | inbox | AO3 💚

“Shh, that’s it - just like that, baby. You’re doing so well.”

Whining low and wounded, the sound scraped up from the depths of your raw throat, you thought - not for the first time, and certainly not for the last - how unreasonable Kim Seokjin could be.

After almost a year of (secret) dating, his ability to worm his way under your skin only flourished, and he used it to his full advantage much to your detriment.

Case in point: what initially started out as a necessity quickly became a fun little indulgence for him, and a zero-sum game for you.

Winning, losing; every time he got you on your back, you were both victor and victim.

Not only had it taken him months to put his hands anywhere below the waist.

You were half convinced he never would have taken it any further had you not pushed, pressed, prodded until he quite literally snapped one day, bent you over a counter, and fucked you so hard you limped for days afterward.

It wasn’t necessarily his fault - you said you could handle it… which was, in fact, a bald-faced lie.

His cock was thick and long and stuffed you to the brim until tears clung to your lashes. The stretch stung, settling behind your navel like a lead ball.

And even though you dripped onto the tile, it wasn't smooth. But you were so satisfied, your walls quivering and clamping down on his shaft with every jerky thrust of his hips, that you didn’t care.

In the aftermath, you loved how rough he’d been - even if your new best friend was the ice pack from your freezer - whereas Seokjin vowed to prep you thoroughly before his dick got anywhere near your nethers from then on.

He didn’t want to ruin his precious baby, after all.

At least, not in the way you begged him too.

No, the devious bastard came up with a solution all on his own. Instead of outright wrecking you on his cock until you were sore and bruised, cum dumb, and cock drunk, he preferred the more discreet, insidious path.

He wound you up: softened your resolve with butterfly kisses peppered from the apples of your cheeks to the curve of your belly, and teasing caresses of his fingers over the peak of your nipple, the back of your thigh, the dip of your belly button.

Then, when you least expected it, he’d swoop in; spread your sticky folds open with his thumbs, and wrap those pretty lips around your clit while his tongue traced your entrance, lapping at the honey of your cunt with a low hum of approval.

Meanwhile, you’d writhe, whine, wrap your hands around his broad shoulders, and claw for freedom.

He brings you right to the edge, your trembling thighs clamping down on his ears, and then he pulls away, strings of your arousal clinging to the swollen, red plush of his mouth, the flicker of his pink tongue as he licks himself clean with a smirk.

“Jin!”

Your chest flutters with every harried breath, heat pooling deep behind your navel; pulsing in time with your heartbeat. Your pussy clenches, twitches as the cool air brushes over your abused folds as your orgasm is snatched from you.

Again.

“Please - please, no more.”

Your skin feels tight, and itchy like a bad sunburn. Your hands flutter about the sheets, unsure where to settle as lighting crackles down your spine.

"Give me your cock, or let me cum."

“I can’t do that, baby. Not yet.”

“No, you can!”

A low hum rumbles from his chest, and his eyes - twin pools of heated black - dart from the tremble of your chin to the throb of your poor clit.

“No. We’ve gotta make sure your pretty little pussy can take me, yeah? You’re still too tight.”

Tears bead at the corners of your lash line, and you say, “No, ‘m not. You’ve done enough prep, I promise. It’s - it’s too much. Please just fuck me now.”

“Oh, baby,” Seokjin breathes, reaching down to smear your slick over your tender clit with the ball of his thumb, groaning when you hiccup as the little bundle of nerves jumps beneath his touch, “you know better. I don’t want to hurt you again. Now be a good girl, and let me take care of you.”

“But--”

“Shhh. It’s all right, I’ve got you. Soon, okay? I still need to play with you a little bit more.”

#kim seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #kim seokjin x you #jin x reader #jin x you #kim seokjin

[miss-americana-reputation]

a/n- haven’t wrote for eddie in such a long time but i needed to do this omg. thanks for the lovely @oneforthemunny for this.

the prompt i chose- 🦀- eddie's sunburnt. he refuses to wear sunscreen and now he's burnt. how do you take care of him? how does he let you? coddle him, baby him, bitch him out and tell him "I told you so" the choice is yours lol.

mafia!eddie x reader

fluff, eddie is a stubborn bitch, cussing, he lightly spanks her, and a bit of petty reader. please use sunscreen this summer

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“let me.” i say, holding the bottle of aloe vera in my hand. “no.” he pouts. “it’ll make it not hurt.” i state. “i’ll be fine.” he shrugs. “eddie.” i state.

“it’s not that big of a deal.” he shrugs. “you could have cancer.” i point out. “why didn’t you use sunscreen?” i ask. “it was your idea to have a pool day.” he points out. “and? you’re a grown man. you should’ve used sunscreen.” i point out.

“i didn’t think i would get sunburned.” he says. “oh, because your a big bad mafia guy? the suns afraid of you?” i tease. he shoots me a very disinterested look and i smile at him.

“please, let me. it’ll make it feel better, not as itchy and painful.” i answer. “fine.” he gives in. he’s shirtless and he sits down on the edge of the couch and i kneel behind him.

i squirt some of the gel onto my fingers and rub some onto his upper back. “feel better?” i ask after a moment. he just shrugs and i put some more onto his back. i rub it all over the area, his back and shoulders, with a bit of his neck.

“it’s gonna peel probably.” i explain. “i’ll help, don’t worry.” i kiss his now sticky shoulder. “okay.” he nods. i softly massage his shoulder until i pull away. “eddie.” i whisper softly, mumbling it against the side of his face. “yes kitten?” he smiles. “please wear sunscreen.” i state.

“i’ll do it. only for you.” he promises. he softly takes my hand and holds it. “i love you.” i say softly, kissing his temple. “i love you.” he melts into my touch.

we stay there for a moment, resting against each other. his large hands keeping mine inside of his.

“does it feel better?” i ask. “a little bit.” he nods. “eddie.” i sigh. he softly laughs, getting cut off by me playfully slapping his sunburn. i laugh at the noise made and as he tenses up.

before i realize it, he has me flipped onto my stomach with my hands held behind my back. “i’m sorry. eddie.” i giggle. “wanna slap it?” he says with a heavy playful tone, he fails to not show his amusement. “does it feel good?” he smiles as he playfully slaps my ass.

“eddie!” i say as he lets me flip around. i’m now looking up at him, caging me in. “you’re a little sun kissed, huh? got some freckles.” he smiles at me. “you have some.” i point out. “not as cute as yours.” he says and softly kisses me.

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have a fun summer :)

#munnysummergame #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #mafia au #mafia!eddie munson #mafia!eddie #mafia!eddie x reader #writing challenge #summer #he’s so babygirl

[ijustreallylovethem]

hanging out with trevor for the first time since realizing that y’all are maybe more than “just friends” and admitting that maybe you’re into him as more than a friend

this one is so long and i’m so proud of itttt

you rubbed your eyes as you took the last step of the staircase, not quite ready to be up yet. however, you were in a house of boys so music was already blaring from the kitchen. you took a seat at the island, a plate of sausage and bacon being sat down in front of you. you looked up at jack and smiled lazily. he leaned over the island to eat off the plate, picking a piece of bacon.

“sleep well?”

“i guess. i’m all itchy from my sunburn a few days ago and then i’m woken up to stir fry blaring through the whole house.”

“sorry about that, it was luke.” you picked up a piece of bacon and bit off the end. “trevor’s coming back today,” jack spoke just loud enough for you to hear. you eyes rose from the plate of food to meet jacks, finding him already waiting for your reaction.

trevor had been at the lake house two weeks ago, during the first week everyone was there. then he had to leave for six days to go on a family vacation, and now he was coming back for the rest of the time that everyone would be residing in the hughes lake house. you had no problem with his presence, you actually liked being around trevor more than some of the guys the hughes brothers were friends with. but this past week while he was gone, you may have gotten just a bit too intoxicated and had a heart to heart with jack where you ended up realizing you may have enjoyed trevors presence a bit too much. you swore jack to secrecy as soon as he helped you work out your feelings, and he agreed, knowing you’d do the same for him if needed.

“later tonight or will he be back in time to go out on the water?”

“should be back anytime actually. you gonna tell him?”

“what if it makes things weird?” you looked back down at the piece of bacon in your hand.

“i think you’re overthinking things.” you were silent for a moment, pondering jacks words. you were about to speak again when the front door opened and the other boys in the kitchen started cheering. you looked up to find trevor making his way in, side hugging and dapping up the boys as if he hadn’t seen them in months rather than a week. he grabbed some bacon off the plate in front of you before smiling and pulling you into a side hug as well. you wrapped your arm around his waist when his went around your shoulder and he pulled you into his side.

“got a little burnt while i was gone, huh?” he took a bite of his food and you couldn’t help but smile. you may have gotten burnt but he was flawlessly tanned.

“just a little.”

“i’ll help you with some sunscreen now that i’m back,” he joked. you could tell he was about to pull away from you so you spoke up, stopping him from going too far.

“hey, uh, can i talk to you real quick?”

“oh no, am i in trouble?” he joked. you smiled and shook your head, standing and grabbing his hand. you noticed him grab a few more pieces of bacon as he walked away, as well as jack giving you a thumbs up and a wide smile. you led him to your bedroom, letting him enter and then shutting the door. he sat on the edge of the bed eating his bacon and you leaned against the dresser.

“how was vacation?” you asked, trying to ease into the conversation.

“it was good. i almost brought griffin back here with me but he was busy this week and wouldn’t come. lame. how was it here without me?”

“boring,” you admitted.

“oh come on, i know i’m the life of the party but it couldn’t have been that bad.” you moved to sit next to him, one leg on the bed and one of the floor as you faced him.

“it wasn’t terrible. me and jack got drunk and all emotional.”

“jack got drunk and emotional?” he asked, ready to run out of the room and make fun of his friend.

“well, maybe i was the only one who got emotional.” you could see his face soften.

“awe, what happened?” you took a deep breath, trying to decide how to go about this.

“well there’s this guy, and we’re pretty good friends but i want to be more than that. but since we’re friends i don’t wanna say anything and ruin what we have.”

“and what did jack say?”

“jack said that i’m overthinking and that he’s pretty sure the guy likes me back.” trevor’s brows furrowed.

“wait, jack knows him?” a look of realization crossed his face. “shit, is it turcs? i swear he’s had a crush on you forever an-“ you ran your hands through your hair in frustration before cutting him off.

“for gods sakes trevor, it’s you!” it was silent for a second and you could swear your heart was beating loud enough for him to hear.

“it’s me? you like me?” you nodded, not trusting yourself to answer verbally. he ran a hand through his hair.

“fuck, am i stupid.” you didn’t have time to question him before he was speaking again. “if i didn’t have half a piece of bacon in my mouth right now i’d kiss you.” you couldn’t help but laugh loudly, pushing at his shoulder. he smiled widely, getting up from the bed. “i gotta get like a glass of water or something, maybe brush my teeth. i’m gonna kiss you eventually though.” you rolled your eyes, following him back to the kitchen and taking your spot back at the island.

jack looked at you for an answer of how your conversation went as trevor got a glass of water and then left the kitchen again but you just shrugged, falling into conversation with alex. you remembered after a moment what trevor had said about him supposedly having a crush on you and made a mental note to bring it up to jack later. you were laughing at like nearly dropping a whole plate of pancakes when you saw trevor enter the kitchen again, walking up to you and standing at your side. you turned to face him, about to ask what he was doing, when he grabbed your cheeks and leaned down, kissing you in front of all your friends. you heard whoops and whistles and cheers but you tuned them out, focusing on the way his lips felt against yours. you buried your head in his chest when he pulled away, face flushed and not ready to look at your friends yet. his arms wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to him, and yours wrapped loosely around his torso.

“i take it she told you then?” jack asked and trevor nodded.

“yeah, i told her too,” trevor answered and you whipped around to look at jack.

“you knew he liked me and you didn’t tell me?”

“he swore me to secrecy too!”

#nhl #trevor zegras #blurb

[faux-parenchyma]

May I ask for perfumes for some mcyts!

Badboy, jimmy, jaiden!

A nice trio for the soul hehe

GRABBING THIS, YOU, OUGH-

so considering I know who this is, the one for Bad we've semi-talked about before of course hehe, we agreed that he would most definitely smell in some capacity akin to baked goods. Like, yes traditional gourmands and whatnot for his perfume, but also something a bit warm spicy, grainy and smoky. In the past i've likened it to like, a well-baked focaccia. I'm thinking rich olive oil, (especially with its spiritual use and connotation, what better for a demon?) grain and pepper and of course the lovely gourmand sweetness. For him, I'll give Ade ale Van: Soul Tattoo - outlaw's elixir

Going to put the others under the cut (plus stressmonster as an extra, I saw someone tag stress and figured I'd add that here too!)

Okay, so jimmy to me reads so very much like warmth as well, but less of a spice warmth like bad and more of an 'oats and honey' feel. I am completely biased to sheriff and rancher jimmy though so- DFGHNMJ. Like, I'm thinking sun on skin, light grass floral, with heavy hay and rich sweetness. Like he totally just got distracted with work and sure, hes got a sunburn now, but all his hard work really paid off. For him, I'm going to go with Hayloft from Pineward Perfumes

Jaiden immediately struck me as two notes: iris and metal. WEIRD COMBO I KNOW BUT HEAR ME OUT. I miss q!jaiden a lot and I think the slight tinge of metal, maybe from being in the lab, along with calming/mildly suffocating florals, it just seems right yk! The sterility of the scent would be the key, and I think mixing something like ginger to elevate it would make it feel almost... dirty-sterile? if that makes sense. For her, I'm going limited complexity, DS & Durga's Spirit Lamp

Last one for the night is Stress! I saw whomever reblogged had said florals, and mud, and of COURSE that just seems like a given. For me personally, I of course am going to hc her as a monster and so she definitely has an air of 'wrongness' to her <3 I'm thinking dewy, muddy (of course) and heavy on the grass and floral. She packs a punch and she knows it. Rose Fantome by LVNEA

RAH this was really fun actually, I want to do this more, if people want to give me more mcyts in my askbox hehe. I have some more to respond to which I'll do after work :) gonna brainstorm

#nullscript #perfumes #mcyt #hermitblr #qsmp #hermitcraft #qsmp jaiden #badboyhalo #qsmp badboyhalo #stressmonster101 #jimmy solidarity

[annie-creates]

Just a bad memory

Pairing: Abby Anderson x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1800

Note: I swear I'm not doing it on puspose I'm just too invested in this story line. It's crazy how few people write actual outbreak TLOU. I hope you'll like this one. Let's celebrate Easter with this.

You stood at the edge of the harbor, looking out for any signs of a boat or a raft coming your way. It’s been a week since Abby Anderson made contact with your camp, promising to join your forces once again. It should have taken her just two days from Santa Barbra to the Catalina Island, so your team was slowly loosing hope of her arrival. You didn’t want to imagine all the things that could have happened to her on the way, convincing yourself she probably just got delayed.

You haven’t seen Abby since you were both teenagers, you being a medical student in the Salt Lake City hospital and she being your boss’ daughter. But after the tragedy of both Jerry and Marlene dying and your station disbanding, you traveled with what was left of the Fireflies from place to place and she joined other survivors with her friends. The only image of what she should look like now after years was the few photos of your former friends Leah sent you.

You arrive back at your dorm at the base, spending the evening looking through the photos of your group laughing together and reading an old book you found at one of your search missions. You didn’t have many possessions but anything of seeming unimportance you found and claimed as yours had a special little place in your heart. You didn’t have any people left to deem important so you had to cling onto things. At least loosing things didn’t hurt as much. Things can’t unexpectedly die, just get lost. They don’t suddenly stop existing.

The next morning you’re woken up by Ethan, your best student, making him the second-best doctor this place had at just seventeen years old. If you got hurt you wouldn’t hesitate to place your life in his hands. Together you make your way to breakfast, eating in the basically only communal area you had around here. The kitchen wasn’t the best, but it kept your stomach full and that’s about as much as you could have wanted in the apocalypse.

“I’ve heard there’s a big action planned for today.” He informs you munching on a makeshift burrito.

“Like what, I haven’t been told anything.” You furrow your brows, they always told you when there were bigger than usual damages expected.

“Maybe it’s just training, you know how serious they can get with it.” Ethan offers shrugging.

“Yeah, maybe.” You agree half absent, already lost in thought.

“Quick! We have arriving at the port!” one of the soldiers on duty interrupts your conversation snapping you out of thoughts.

There was already an alert blaring, so you jumped out of your seat running to the pier where you usually waited for new arrivals. Sometimes it was former Fireflies coming, sometimes new recruits joining and other times it was invaders who needed to be pacified and questioned. This time though it was just a small boat hardly showing two people in. You could tell they were exhausted and probably famished, giving the signal to bring them in so you can see them. They clearly weren’t a threat.

You looked the people over, a boy who couldn’t be older than sixteen and a young woman unnaturally skinny and littered with more wounds than you could count, who looked awfully familiar. You ordered the few soldiers to help them out and bring them to the medical wing so you can tend to them. Looking the kid over her was malnourished and sunburned but didn’t have many actual life-threatening injuries that would need to be sewn up or operated immediately.

“Get him warmed up and get some nutrition into him as best as you can.” You instructed Ethan entrusting the boy in his hands.

“I always get the least fun job.” He grumbles as a joke and gets to the case.

“Hey. Once you’re the lead doctor you can divide the work.” You nudge him and turn your attention to the girl in the next bed divided only by a thin hospital veil.

You didn’t necessarily enjoy being the most skilled medical person around here, it meant all the responsibility of keeping people alive fell on you. On the other hand, you were literally saving lives on daily basis, and that was something you wanted to do ever since before the world went to shit. It’s why you studied at St. Mary’s Hospital and it’s also why you’re here, always following the Fireflies. Ever since Mr. Anderson died you sort of lost your guidance but you always tried to follow the right path as close as possible.

As you clean the girl’s wounds, it’s hard to decide where to even start. You begin with the deep cuts scattered around her hands and a few on her stomach including a stab wound in her shoulder, as those are at the highest risk of catching infections. You make your way around them, cleaning them with warm water, disinfecting them and dressing them in a clean white gauze, sewing up the deeper ones. As she almost looks like a Halloween mummy costume you move onto her face, tending to the cuts and bruises. Some were clearly caused by a knife while others you couldn’t even specify.

“What the hell happened to you.” You mumble as you’re gently brushing her hair out of her face, and that’s when it hits you. “Oh my god!”

“What!?” Ethan runs in ready for anything that could have frightened you.

“It’s her!” Sure, she was much thinner and dirtier than when you last saw her, but her bone structure was clear as day.

“Her who?” Ethan asks with a confused look clearly not being able to follow your train of thoughts.

“Abby! Abby Anderson!” You couldn’t believe you were actually saying it. “Go tell the captain they’re here.”

As Ethan runs out to pass on your exciting discovery, already being done with his job here, you look at her in awe. You couldn’t believe you were seeing her after years of being separated. She didn’t look anything like in the grown-up pictures Leah shared with you, her hair was messily cut off short instead of the long blond braid she used to wear and her body wasn’t built like a transformer as it apparently used to be, but it was still her. Her face that lost a little if it’s round cuteness, her hands and fingers calloused from too much excessive work.

“It’s okay. You’re safe here.” You promise her in a low voice as you see her waking up.

“What… what’s going on..?” Abby slowly moves feeling every muscle in her body hurting.

“You made it to the Catalina Island. You’re at the Fireflies. I’m gonna take care of you.” You clear out pushing her gently back down. “Don’t get up, your body needs to heal.”

“But Lev…” She frantically looks around.

“The boy’s okay. He’s just next door. Malnourished but otherwise fine.” You assure her settling down her worries as you put two and two together. “I’ll get you something to eat and drink. You need to get back some strength.”

Maybe she’d protest but the exhaustion and soft bed won over her pulling her back to sleep. Meanwhile you collected water bottles and soft foods that she could eat from the kitchen bringing it in on a tray putting it down on the side table by her bed. As you sat in a chair waiting for her to wake up again but giving her the much-needed time to sleep, you browsed the old photos of your friends again. You wondered what happened to them, it wasn’t like Abby to leave her group. But then again, this wasn’t the exact same girl you used to know in Salt Lake City.

“Where did you get that?” Abby asks when she wakes up again looking at the tray stocked with food.

“The kitchen..?” you answer even when it sounds more like an uncomprehending question.

“How do you get so much food?” She specifies suspicious and sits up as well as she can.

“Well some of it we harvest, some we find and we make a few.” You shrug your shoulders fluffing up her pillow to make her more comfortable and placing the tray on her legs. “It’s usually ingredients that can’t go bad. Nothing fancy but it keeps your stomach full.”

“How’s Lev doing?” she questions with concern biting into a sadly looking sandwich.

“He’s fine. Just needs to sleep and replenish some energy. It wouldn’t hurt you either.” You smile at her.

“I’m sorry, you seem to know me and I haven’t even caught your name.” Abby questions.

“Y/n. I used to work at Saint Mary’s… with your dad.” You explain warily.

“Oh. How come I don’t remember you?” She wonders with a saddened face.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly the most popular kid back then. Plus, I looked a lot different… I’ve grown a lot.” You laugh, unlike Abby you weren’t exactly part of the elite group, just an occasional friend. “But Leah sent me some of your photos.”

“Huh? Really?” Abby asks with her mouth full of bread.

“Yeah, just a few. To know what y’all looked like grown up.” You pass her the photos you set aside earlier. “What happened to them?”

“They’re all dead.” She states with remorse in her voice looking through your photos. “Danny, Manny, Nora… Owen was the one who wanted to come here. He was having a baby with Mel, and they’re all fucking dead now.”

“How?” You ask carefully.

“That girl, the bitten one from Salt Lake City. I found the guy who saved her, the one who killed my dad. And she killed all my friends.” She angrily explains throwing the photos away. “I let her live and she killed them all.”

“I’m sorry.” You tenderly caress her shoulder and she leans her head on you. “I’m really sorry Abs. But you’re gonna be safe here. We won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“I’m just so fuckin’ tired of it. All those Jackson folks.” She complains resting her weight on you. “The Rattlers, Scars, WLF…”

“I know, I get it. We’re gonna make it alright. You just need to get your strength back now.” You gently stroke her hair. “We’ll make it just a bad memory. Everything will be okay.”

And she wanted to believe you. Abby wanted to find the hope that was long lost for her. You knew what it’s like to be left completely alone in this world, and it was a terrifying feeling. Now you could offer her care and safety, even if it doesn’t heal the empty wound gaping after her friends and family. You’re gonna be her anchor in the terrifying nightmares, the pillar under the weight of her severe hurt.

#abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #tlou abby #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x you #fanfic #fanfiction #abby anderson hurt #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson comfort #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us part 2