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theblueflower05 · 8 months

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So I’m at work feeling particularly yuck(it’s okay I have a vacation coming up) and I don’t want to be in this office anymore-

So I escaped into my brain and conjured up maybe the most delicious maladaptive day dream ever.

Ao’nung x reader x Neteyam-

But the reader is human.

A human who was sent on the second wave to Pandora. And experiment of sorts. She sold her body to science and got a surgery that makes her able to breath Pandoran air(listen, logistics don’t matter)

She turned on the RDA and set out to warn Jake and the other rebel scientists about impending doom.

Blah blah blah.

She ends up in Awa’atlu with the crew.

And she can’t deny the hot rush of overwhelmed butterflies she gets when she catches the Matkayinan Prince staring at her.

Ao’nung is a slut. He loves pleasure; giving receiving it you name it. He’s slept around a lot and he’s very curious about the pretty little sky demon with wide hips and thick thighs. He wants to see what her full breasts look like when they’re not caged by her tawtute clothing-

Neteyam is having none of that shit.

He claims it’s because it’s on him to keep an eye on you like his dad had commanded back when you’d first come to them in the forest. You’re just another responsibility.

It has nothing to do with the fact that he’s been obsessed with you from the moment he met you. That the idea of another Na’vi trying to mate you makes him sick to his stomach.

Circumstances happen. Shit goes down.

Somehow you find yourself being courted by two fully grown, blooded royal male Na’vi.

And it’s like.

A lot.

A lot a lot. They’re overbearing and devoted and you’re just a human girl who’s always had intimacy and commitment issues.

All the attention feels as good as it does scary.

You get gifts of all kinds; jewelry and clothing, food by the pile. Pretty little trinkets that glow and glitter.

Ao’nung takes you to special secret places on the island. Goregous waterfalls and hidden tide pools.

Neteyam takes you on magical ikran rides, you soar above the sherbet clouds.

When you begin pushing them away- not able to choose and deciding that really it’s best that you’re alone anyway.

They form an unlikely alliance.

They both want you. They’ll just have to share.

Now here’s where it gets good.

Imagine these huge hulking beautiful men telling you that it’s okay. You don’t have to choose. You can have them both- as long as they can have you in return.

I could faint just thinking about it.

Starting a physical relationship with them?

Finding out that human pussy apparently tastes nothing like Na’vi women- you’re tooth rottingly sweet and potent and addictive to them and you find yourself with your legs spread and a big head forced between your quivering thighs on the regular.

It’s so much. Na’vi have insatiable appetites and stamina that is literally unbelievable.

As time goes on you learn about the two men.

Ao’nung is deceptively sweet. He’s a caring lover. All service top-y and devoted. He wants you to feel good. He wants you to have whatever you want. He spoils you absolutely rotten. Is pussy whipped from the jump. He is his daddy’s son.

Neteyam? Is mean in bed. He’s demanding and passionate. He loves overstimulation(both receiving and giving) sex with him always leaves you a bawling mess.

Both of them have that first born son chip on their shoulders. They’re more alike then they think they are. Every time you point it out they scoff.

More day dreaming-

Somehow you get kidnapped by Quaritch and Co and omg. The lengths your boys go to to get you back is actually terrifying?

And so hot?

Ugh.

This is my new fave imaginary scenario. I think I’ll escape into it for the foreseeable future byeeeeeee

Also @cinetrix I blame you for this. That new Ao’nung pic you posted has fucked me UP.

I do not have the time to write this but I want to so badly😭

#neteyam smut #ao’nung smut #neteyam x human reader #aonung x reader x neteyam #ao’nung x human reader

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harlowsbby · 3 months

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Do 4 Love 💘

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yourinstagram all this ass and don’t don’t have me a Valentine’s or a man… smh 🙃🖤

sza if I was a man I’d definitely get me a slice or two… ��

druski sheshh all that JUNK in the TRUNK

urbanwyatt @druski my exact response 👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯

lilnasx @druski @urbanwyatt you two are disgusting smh… but it was sitting though

jackharlow I can DEFINITELY take all the pressure off you… if you give a boy from Kentucky a chance 😉

yourinstagram @jackharlow hmm show me why I should give you a chance?

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jackharlow someone let @yourinstagram now these dance moves will have her wanting to be mine 😮‍💨

yourinstagram if I say yes will you delete this? I can’t believe you tagged me 😭

urbanwyatt it’s even worse I sat there and recorded this for him 🧍🏼‍♂️🧍🏼‍♂️

druski white men can jump but white men definitely don’t got the moves

lilnasx yeah you aren’t invited to the cookout this year….

lilbaby man it’s black history month delete this shit 😂😂😂

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tmz looks like @yourinstagram must’ve finally took that date offer from @jackharlow..in a previous post from y/n’s insta she has the Louisville location on and from Jack’s story he posted a picture of y/n that was soon deleted not even a second after it was posted! how do we feel about this possible new couple?

urbanwyatt yeah that second picture was definitely for the close friends 👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯

lilnasx @urbanwyatt not you airing them out! smh

urbanwyatt @lilnasx you’d do it too for a check!

druski she’s officially off the market? 😫😫😫

chloebailey I hope they really are dating 🥹💘 love is in the air this Valentine’s Day

druski @chloebailey if love is in the air how about we make this thing better us official

chloebailey @druski2funny you’re officially blocked.

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jackharlownews looks like it’s been (somewhat) confirmed that jack and y/n are dating!! by why he do her dirty like that 😂😭

yourinstagram yeah you posting THAT picture like smh you did me DIRTY

jackharlow @yourinstagram I told you smile baby

@yourinstagram @jackharlow you just called me baby? 🥹

sza omg you two being so cute in the comments 🥹💘 @yourinstagram @jackharlow

druski @sza I think ima be SICK take all that cute shit elsewhere some of us are still single

lilnasx mom & dad fr

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yourinstagram happy valetine’s day from baby jack and i 💘 (btw yeah he’s my man now hehe)

jackharlow my girl 🥺💘

yourinstagram @jackharlow my man 😌🖤

sza it’s a OFFICIAL ima stan this couple forever and ever 🫡

lilnasx so happy for my pookies

druski so happy for the both of you 🧍🏽‍♂️😀

jackharlownews our man that isn’t our man is finally taken 🤧

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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the-writer-ofthe-fandoms · 4 months

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Silent Cosmos (Edward Cullen) (Ch. 3)

Pairing: Edward Cullen x GN! Mute!Reader

Words: 2.8k+

Warning(s): Two gross dudes, sexual verbal harassment (not towards reader), swearing,

A/N: omg chapter 3 is finally here. I apologize for the wait. I thought my semester this time around would be forgiving but NOPE. I had so much to do and read, I could hardly write for fun or draw either. I hadn't realized how long it had been since I last posted. I want to try a new method when writing series. I tried with my kpop writing blog, and its where I write a few chapters at a time then periodically post them. Helps keep the flow and motivation going, but that may have been a one off there.

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"O star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailèd hand, And I am strong again... The Star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed. -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Light of Stars"

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Edward hasn't been in school for the past few days.

You admittedly felt a little lonely without his presence, though Emmett and Alice have made it their mission to become your new best friends. Jasper tried but he still kept his distance from you, which you didn't mind. Rosalie helped when no other Cullen was around, although she kept a lot of conversations at a minimum, which you also didn't mind.

Alice had told you Edward had gotten a bad cold, so he is staying home. You had offered to bring him your notes the first time so he could copy them down, but Alice told you their father has him basically on lock down until he is deemed healthy. So, after you've done your homework, you've been making copies of your notes to give him when he comes back.

It's the start of a new day and once again, Edward wasn't there. You were at your locker with 15 minutes to spare. You placed the spare folder with Edward's notes on the shelf while your mind went back to that moment you two shared at the welcoming party for your uncle. You felt happy telling him all the stars and constellation you could see, and even happier when he seemed thoroughly interested in your rambles. However, you feel an inkling of guilt when you remember he gave you his jacket. Maybe he got sick from that?

"Dude, I got this weird spot on my dick."

Well, there goes your musings of guilt. You glance to your left and see two guys near you, just chilling against the lockers. You've never met them, though you do remember sharing a class or two with them separately.

"Are you really airing your business out when someone is standing right their?" The shorter one, with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes gestures to you.

"Relax, Mark. That's the deaf student." The taller one with deep brown eyes and brown hair says with a laugh. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes and choose to just focus on the inside of your locker. Maybe you should get more decorations- "Anyways, I have this weird spot on my dick. It almost looks like I have a weird mole there. I'm hoping it's just a new mole and Cindy didn't give me something."

Gross.

"I'd get that shit checked out then. You don't want it to turn into something worse if it is an STD." Mark says with a sigh. "I told you not to sleep with her, Tony. She made my balls itch like crazy. They still fucking itch."

"I think its just a weird mole. You wanna look?" He cackles while his friend fake gags. They both push off the lockers and walk away to who knows where.

You let out a deep sigh and close your locker. At least the ignorance of other allows you to hear some gossip.

"What's with the sigh, Tiny?" Emmett calls out as he and Rosalie approach you. He has very quickly taken to the nickname Tiny for you. You suppose anyone shorter than him would be considered tiny in his eyes. Rosalie simply opened her locker as you and Emmett conversed.

"Oh, just overheard two people talking about something that should have been a private conversation." You respond with a slight shrug.

"Gah, Forks High is full of a bunch of weirdos, huh?" He grins and raises his brows a few times, crossing his arms while leaning on the locker next to you. You silently chuckle and nod, though you wondered if there was an underlying joke there.

"No Edward today?"

"Nope. Carlisle still hasn't cleared him." He sighs with a sympathetic smile. "Between you and me, Tiny, Edward is still shitting his brains out." He signed that last portion to you.

You gave him a scandalized look and playfully slapped his arm with a small chuckle. You were surprised to feel just how hard his muscles were.

"What was that for?" He gripped where you slapped and pretended to be hurt. "It was a private conversation, no one else here except Rosalie knows sign."

You roll your eyes and shake your head with a smile. You could always count on Emmett to get you to smile.

"C'mon, Rose and I will walk you to first period, like always." He grins and gestures you to follow him. Rose simply came along since she and Em were in the class next to yours. You nod and follow, happy to have good company.

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It was a passing period and it was just you and Rose at your lockers. You grabbed a new pen and pencil since the last two you had broke and ran out of ink. Rosalie was fluffing up her already perfect, blond hair in the mirror of her locker. She and you didn't converse much, but you still liked her presence. Like the rest of the Cullens, she didn't tiptoe around you or treated you differently. She acknowledged your presence and would answer you if you had questions.

You were about finished in your locker when you heard two familiar voices keep up their gross conversations behind you.

"Dude, Rosalie has the hottest ass." Tony practically jeers, his voice intentionally loud. You glance to the blond next to you and she still keeps fixing her hair, though you can see her brows are a little more furrowed and her lips are more in the shape of a frown.

"Her tits, man, her tits are where it's at." Replies Mark and when you shift just enough to see him in the corner of your eyes, you see him make an obscene gesture.

You hear the slight creek of metal and when you look to Rose, you see her grip is so tight on her locker door that her fingers made indents which made your eyes widen for a moment. She closes her locker and you can see by her side profile she is pissed, and rightfully so.

So, you do what you think would make her laugh at the expense of those two guys.

You tap her arm to get her attention and she looks at you with a glare. You don't let it faze you. If those two are going to be gross about your friend, you'll just air out their business that they so willingly aired out by you this morning.

"You know those two jackasses?" You intentionally look to them as you sign and look back at her. "Well the brown haired one has a spot on his penis that he isn't sure if it's a mole or an STD. And his buddy likely doesn't wash right since he's had prolonged itchy balls."

Rosalie looks almost scandalized until her eyes widen for a moment as she looks at the two dudes and then back to you. She covers her mouth as she laughs when she realizes what you're trying to do.

You were about to sign some more when the two dumbasses approach.

"I know you were talking shit. What the fuck did you sign?" Tony glared, pointing an accusatory finger at you. He gets in your face and you swear you hear Rosalie growl.

You swallow thickly and decide to open your mouth. Your aunt always said you got your stubbornness from your mom.

"I said..." You try not to wince at the pain in your throat, your voice sounding hoarse. "You had a weird spot on your dick and your friend... has itchy balls." They looked at you with wide, horrified looks. "Don't talk about someone's body if you don't want yours talked about either."

"You little shit." Mark hisses and Rose steps closer to your side, an arm just barely in front of yours.

"What's going on here?" Emmetts voice grows louder as he approaches, his usual, carefree smile no longer on his face. He looked scarier than you've ever seen him. Mark and Tony looked at each other before slinking off.

Once they were gone you let out a dry, painful cough. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and quickly grab your water and drink, soothing your throat. You could taste a tiny bit of iron in the back of your throat as you drank.

Rosalie calls your name softly. "Are you okay?"

You nod in response and take another sip of water. You didn't catch the look they gave each other or Rose gesturing for Emmett to speak.

"What happened, Tiny?" He asks in a quiet tone. You close the cap of your bottle and place it back in your bag. Your throat still ached but you knew the pain from using your larynx will linger.

You start to sign to him everything that occurred, from what you overheard in the morning to him approaching. You can see a flash of anger on his face but he goes back to that small smile. Once you explained your words to Rose and why you said them, a huge grin breaks out on his face.

"I didn't know you had it in you, Tiny." He laughs and pats your shoulder a little too firmly.

"Come, I'll walk you to class." Rosalie said with a soft tone. You nod and wave goodbye to Emmett. You both start heading down the hallway, the blond next to you tense.

When you got to your class a pale hand stopped you. You look to Rose with a questioning look while her gold eyes avoid yours.

"I just wanted to say thank you for earlier." Rosalie says, the tense look she had fades into a small smile, her eyes meeting yours. You see some vulnerability in her usually guarded gaze. She gives your shoulder a squeeze before dropping her hand. "You didn't have to do that. I'm... admittedly used to that."

"No need to thank me, Rosalie." You smile back at her.

"I do, because not many would step up like that." She softly sighs and her smile grows a bit. You felt her words had more meaning to them, but you decided to not linger on them for now. "I know I've been slightly avoiding you but I have a hard time trusting hu- new people. But, after today, I think I want to open up a bit and be friends."

"I'd like that too." You beam. "Alice has been begging me to do a shopping trip, maybe the three of us can plan a trip soon."

"I'd... I'd like that." She almost looks like she is relieved and less guarded.

"Is your hand okay?"

"What?"

"Well, I saw you grip your locker and you dented it."

"Oh. Yeah, it's fine. I work on cars and my grip is strong. It's nothing." She holds out her hands and you saw just flawless skin. "Well, I will see you soon. Class is starting."

"Talk to you later." You wave and go to class. You sit down at your usual spot and start preparing. You sigh, irritated at the way those two spoke about Rose so loudly. But you also felt happy you and Rose were close now. Her bending the locker was suspicious... there were many things off with the Cullens that you've picked up, however, you don't linger on it. They have their quirks much like you have your own.

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Edward lounged on the couch reading, back from his trip up to the Denali clan to clear his head. After witnessing that nightmare from you, he needed a moment alone to sort his thoughts. He wasn't sure what he felt afterwards but once he took some time to sort out his thoughts, he came back to Forks. None of the others knew what happened. He didn't tell them those details of your life, as none of them were privy to it. He wasn't either but that bridge has been crossed thanks to his ability and curiosity of the galaxy protecting your mind.

He felt guilt initially when he realized he deeply invaded your privacy. Then, despair and immense sadness followed when he recalls back to your nightmare, your past. Edward had seen many horrors in his long life, he even committed some when he'd hunt those men. However when he witnessed what you went through, he couldn't help feel a spark of protectiveness. You were nice. He found you a joy to be around despite it not being long since you transferred. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to you.

Edward couldn't help but smile when he thought back to you and him outside the fire station. It was a peaceful moment. He couldn't help but linger on the sight of you in his jacket, pointing out the stars and constellations. It was silent other than your internal thoughts. And when he got to witness your galaxy so at peace? He also felt a sense of tranquility he longs for.

Edward quickly put those thoughts away and resumed his attention his book when he heard his adoptive siblings come in. Alice and Jasper pass without saying to him, which he was slightly thankful for. However, Emmett and Rosalie lingered by him.

"How can I help you both?" Edward sighs, snapping the book closed as he looks at both of them.

Rose crosses her arms. "You need to come back tomorrow."

"Why? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, Tiny happened." Emmett grinned and gestured to Rosalie. The blond sighed and let the memory replay of you standing up for her so Edward can see what happened today. He furrows his brows, setting his book down. He stands up from the couch and looks between the two.

"My guess is those two will probably retaliate against our friend one way or another." Rosalie says softly. Edward chooses not to point out how she said 'our friend.' "You spend the most time with them, they'll need you to stick around them the most."

Edward nods slowly. He recognizes Mark and Tony, and he knows they each have a class with him and you. He's heard the thoughts that spew from them both like garbage and he knows they aren't above getting back at someone.

"I'll come back tomorrow." He confirms. He wanted one more day to himself, but tomorrow is good as ever to face you again. He knows how you lost your voice and how you ended up living with your uncle and aunt now, but you don't know he knows. And he'll have to keep that in mind.

Although, Edward couldn't help but smile at the sound of your voice in Rosalie's memory. It was rough and hoarse, and it caused you pain, pain he doesn't want you feeling again... but it was nice hearing that voice that matches to the one in your head... when that space of yours is dropped.

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You make your way to your locker first thing in the morning. You get yourself situated, grabbing the things you need for your classes before lunch. You set aside the folder where you kept your copies of notes for Edward down on the small shelf. You huff softly, throat still feeling sore from using your voice.

A familiar voice calling your name has you spinning around quickly, a smile instantly growing on your face. Edward approaches you with a small smile, looking the same as he did the last time you saw him.

"Glad to see you're feeling better." You grin, your mind flashing back to what Emmett signed to you in regards to Edward's health. You catch your friend's eyebrow twitch, a flash of annoyance on his face that he quickly recovered.

A Cullen quirk, you muse to yourself.

"Yeah. I'm doing a lot better now." He replies softly, standing a little closer to you than usual.

"I have something for you." You see his eyebrow quirk as you turn back to your locker. You pull out the black folder and hand him it. "Notes for the classes we share."

Edward stares down at the folder before chuckling. He looks up at you and gives you brilliant smile, one that makes your heart flutter for just a moment. "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

"Of course."

Suddenly, you feel hand on your back. Edward was standing much closer to you with an expression akin to a scowl as he stares off a little. He looks to you and smiles softly, though you can still see the tension on his face.

"We should get to the classroom. I'll probably have questions about what I missed." He says in a low voice. You nod, a little confused by his demeanor. You finish up with your locker and let him guide through the hallway, his cold hand still resting on the middle of your back.

You weren't aware of Tony's and Mark's presences until you both were walking by them to your first period classroom. You paid them no mind, keeping your focus ahead of you. Doing this, however, has you missing the deep and threatening glare from Edward towards the both of them.

As you both walked through the hallway, Edward felt that his non-existent blood boiling at the degrading, violent, and nasty thoughts those two were thinking. He knew they both weren't the best that Forks has to offer, their thoughts sometimes louder than others.

That protective urge he felt after witnessing your nightmare? It's working overtime now and he isn't completely sure why.

What Edward does know that he won't let them try anything towards you.

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loveswrites · 1 year

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omg poly cullens taking care of a sick reader- i just wanna be doted on frfr

Poly Cullen x Sick reader

I loved writing this it took me 3 hours with people bothering me. I hold you like it. Lemme know what else you would like to see!

Currently you were at the Cullens house for a sleepover. At least that’s what charlie thought, and that’s also what you thought it was as well. You thought you’d have an exciting chill weekend with your secret lovers. That was until you had woken up with a tingle in the back of your throat, your eyes watering, both of your nostrils clogged, and you just simply felt like you were dying.

“Stop being dramatic.” Roseilane said, rolling her eyes.

“You don’t know how it is Rose, you’ve been dead for like a thousand years.” You said snapping but sneezing mid sentence. She frowned in response.

“ I may be dead but at least I’m not spreading my germs everywhere.”

“I blame Emmett.”

“ Wait, what why me?!” He said standing up from the desk he was sitting on.

“ Because you were the one who insisted that we go spend ‘Alone time’ together and go skinny dipping even though you know damn well I can’t swim! That water was cold as hell.” You answered, lifting your tongue as Carlise put a thermometer under your tongue.

When you had woken up immediately complaining you were in Edward's room sleeping with him, because the two of you hadn’t had any alone time together in a while and you could tell it was bothering him. Though he wouldn’t admit it he was grateful that you had chosen to sleep with him without him asking.

I’m not saying it was easy to do so, It was practically like prying a child's favorite toy away with Rose and Emmett. They did not give up without a fight.

“What do you mean you don’t wanna sleep with us?” Rose questioned.

“ I just wanna sleep with Edward tonight, You’ve done nothing wrong Rose.” You replied in attempts to comfort the defensive vampire.

“But we wanted to watch the game with you, You said you would.” Emmet argued back.

“I know I know but I’m tired, I just wanna take a bath and lay down. Me and Edward haven’t had any time alone together so I thought that me and him could cuddle while I fall asleep. I promise you two did nothing wrong.” You said kissing Rosalie cheek then doing the same to emmett. The frown on their beautiful faces pained you but they weren’t the only one’s in this relationship.

In Fact you had to think about the last time you spent alone time with Carlise and Esme. They always say that “Your presence in the house alone is enough time for us.” But you know that’s just them being the adults of everything and that is not the case. You knew that just like the rest of the Cullens they went through their own version of possessiveness, it was only right with the soul bond between you all. It’s just they had a better way of hiding it than the others.

Rosalie and Emmett would pout and huff like children.

Edward would hide himself in the woods or stuff himself in his room. Saying that he just needed ‘alone time’. When we all knew he needed the exact opposite.

Jasper would be more distant than normal, lost in his thoughts.

Esme would clean. Like there would never be a spot of dirt around this house when she was feeling alone.

And Carlisle would just bury himself with work. Always taking up extra hours making sure he is busy enough to not think too much about it.

All of your partners were just begging for attention but none of them would voice it out loud.

So right before you went to sleep you stated to yourself in your head that you would make time for each Cullen the next day even if they each only got a hour alone with you, Something was better than nothing.

That was until you woke up feeling like shit.

Carlisle shook his head, taking the thermometer from under your tongue. “You have a fever.”

“I could tell that from down the hall she’s sweating like she’s a witch and we just set her on fire” Edward said with his emo attitude upset that his time with me got cut short because of Emmett’s shenanigans

“Edward please.” Carlisle said tucking your hair behind your ear while pulling you closer to him to kiss your forehead. This made you smile. You had middle his forehead kisses. You felt like he always gave the best ones. You wouldn’t dare say that out loud ever though. You know Rose would kill you out of jealousy.

“I’m going to get you medicine okay? You’ll be okay.” Carlisle said, pulling away from you when Jasper walked into the room. You nod in response.

“Esme and Alice are making you some soup.” Jasper said with a sly smirk on his face know your next words.

“Soup? Ew You know I can’t stand soup! That shit is nasty. I'm not eating it.” You said, shaking your head and frowning in distaste. You heard soft laughs in response.

“It will make you feel better, I promise.” Jasper said in his southern accent that just honestly was a panty dropper you would always tell him.

“That doesn't help me at all, I’d rather eat sand.” You said rubbing your eyes as you felt a pounding headache come on.

As if sensing your discomfort, Carlisle was right by your side again with supplies in his hand. Rubbing your back with one hand he put his things down on the table you were sitting on.

“You need to rest, Whose room would you like to sleep in? I’ve already contacted Charlie and told him you fell with a cold so you shouldn’t worry about him. He’s fine.” he stated but you were now faced with the most difficult decision of the day.

Looking around the room Jasper was standing by the doorway watching you with calculating eyes still with the sly smirk of his which always made your heart pound. Him hearing it he chuckled, his actions made you look away in embarrassment.

Looking towards Emmett and Rose. Emmett was sitting on the table near the window and Roselie was sitting in between his legs and they both were looking at you with their signature puppy eyes. Moving your eyes to edward very quickly because you knew if you stared at them for too long you would give in.

Edward looked lost in his thoughts which would always make you put him because you felt that he felt like he was lonely. You would call him the lone wolf of the pack which he hated. But he couldn’t stay mad at you just like you couldn't pick just one of them right now. You need all of them right now. And that’s exactly what you would have.

Jumping down from where you were sitting with the help of Carlisle you didn’t respond verbally. You just did your hand moment you would always do when you wanted all of the Cullens to follow you but didn’t feel like saying it out loud. And they always answered.

Walking to the kitchen where Esme and Alice were, like she could smell you in the air she turned around with a smile on her face.

“There you are my beautiful, Your soup is almost done. Would you like me to add anything to it?” She said so softly, like if she spoke too loudly you would melt aways in pain. Which was a high possibility the way you were feeling.

“Nope, you didn’t even have to make me anything you know, I would’ve been fine without.”

“Oh no, you know I love a chance to use the kitchen for you.” She said making you smile because you knew it was true.

“Well if you must, can you come up to the room where you're done?” You asked which she nodded in response to. Satisfied with your answer you turned around walking up the stairs to Carlisle and Esme bedroom.

All that could be heard behind you were soft footsteps of all of your lovers following you.

Once you made it to the room you sat on the bed finally speaking.

“All of you, all of us, and all of me. Here in this bed now.” Leaving no room for argument, you got comfortable.

The first to get in the bed with you was Jasper surprising you. He claimed his spot behind you so that you were in his arms and laying on him.

“The best spot in the house.” He whispered into your ear making you giggle at the ticklish feeling.

Soon following along, each Cullen claimed their spot next to you. Everyone getting one piece of their love. They were satifisty. Meaning so where you.

Once everyone was relaxed Esme came up to the room to feed you the soup she had made you. Though you tried to fight it, you were falling weaker and weaker each minute. This ‘cold’ was kicking your ass. Soon after she was done feeding you she also claimed her spot between you and Caslise.

A few minutes into laying there you felt your eyes growing heavy. The feeling of hands all over you. The coolness of your lovers cooling you down. You felt content. But you had One question.

“Guys, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” Each of them said collectively.

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

“Oh my god-”

“I’d probably step on you.”

“I’d keep you in a beautiful enclosure.”

“I’d give you a little cowboy hat-”

“That’s so stupid.”

And just like that. You were out like a light.

#cullen poly #poly #rosalie cullen xreader #jasper cullen #edward cullen #cullen romance #cullen x reader #rosalie cullen #carlisle cullen #carlisle x esme #xreader #jasper hale x y/n

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not-magdi · 6 months

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Omg can we get the gavi version of the injured fic?! 🥹

Injured (Well the other way around)😂

Summary: It's another version of the original Injured

Words: 1k

Warning: none just some fluff

Yesterday, you got a call from one of Pablo's teammates to come pick him up from training. He twisted his knee while trying to catch a ball and couldn't put any weight on it for a few days.

Worried, you drove to the training grounds as fast as you could, probably getting a few tickets for speeding, but you didn't care. Your Pablito was hurt, and he needed someone to care for him. (Even if he acted like he didn't want to.)

You arrived and jumped out of the car, hurrying to the entrance of Ciutat Esportiva. At the entrance hall, you were already greeted by Pedri and Frenkie, who held up a tired and grumpy-looking Pablo.

"Well, good morning to you three," you greeted them, a slight frown on your face.

"Morning," both of them greeted you at the same time.

Pablo murmured a small 'Hola' and tried to stand a bit straighter, which nearly made him fall over again if Frenkie didn't grab him tighter.

"Woah woah there, you just got a shit-ton of painkillers. Slow down a bit." Pablo got scolded by Frenkie, who grabbed Pablo's waist with his free hand.

"Ok, how about you two help me load Pablo into the car, and I will ask him what happened when he's normal again. So you two can quickly go back to training." You received nods from all three and made your way to your car.

They helped Pablo into your car and buckled him up safely before closing the door.

"Ok, so our doctora gave us these painkillers for him if the pain gets too strong, and some crutches for the next few days," Pedri explains while loading them into the back of the car.

"Thanks, guys. I'll see you on Sunday, and I'm going to update you on how he's doing." Hugging them goodbye, you make your way home. Pablo was already fast asleep before you even started the car.

After a ten-minute drive, you parked in your driveway and leaned over to wake Pablo up. He stirred around as he felt your soft lips kissing his forehead. Opening one eye, he glanced at you, a faint smile decorating his lips.

"Good morning bebe, wanna go inside?" You asked Pablo, your voice so soft it was barely a whisper.

Earning a slight nod from Pablo, you round your car and help him out. You try to get to the living room as fast as you can so Pablo can sit down again, his face showing in how much pain he is with every step he takes.

After you sat Pablo down, you immediately made sure he was comfortable, putting a pillow under his leg and making sure he sat comfortably.

The whole time, Pablo didn't say anything at all, he just stared at the blank wall in front of him, a constant frown on his face. You weren't faced by his mood at all, you know how he can be when he's hurt or even worse, sick.

Pablo is a very competitive and energetic person, if he doesn't move for an hour or more, he will go crazy. He would start to fidget, pace around, he would do anything to move around. So, not being able to train or move is pure torture for him.

This side of Pablo was not new to you; you had experienced many of his injuries in the last two years of your relationship and had learned how to handle them quite well.

So, after you made sure he was comfortable enough, you sat next to him and waited for him to look at you. It didn't take long, Pablo can never resist your eyes, he always loses himself in their depth.

"I understand that you're feeling down, Amor. It's completely normal to feel that way sometimes. But I want you to know that things will get better soon. You're not alone, and I'm here to support you in any way I can." You tried to reassure him softly, kissing his head before trying to stand up again.

You didn't come that far before you felt Pablo grabbing your arm softly.

He asked if you could stay and cuddle with him for a while. His shyness was evident as he spoke softly and vulnerably, revealing his need for comfort and affection. You felt sympathy for him and understood his desire for physical connection.

"Of course, I can come here amor."

You opened your arms and made space for him to lay on top of you. He immediately cuddled himself into you and smushed his face into your chest. Your fingers found his silky locks instantly, scratching his scalp slightly.

The two of you stayed like this until you heard soft snores coming from Pablo, you looked down to see him completely passed out. His long lashes brushed against his cheeks, and his features showed nothing but pure relaxation.

You smiled down at your adorable boyfriend before you gently moved him off of you and stood up to make some lunch for the two of you.

After you woke Pablo up to eat lunch together, you helped him upstairs to take a shower and lay down again. You helped him to get dressed in his pyjamas before cuddling yourself next to him.

For the next few days, his recovery was your top priority. You made sure he had everything he needed to be comfortable, from fresh pillows and blankets to a steady supply of pain relievers. You encouraged him to rest often, reminding him that his body needed time to heal. Whenever he was awake, you were there to provide a listening ear or a comforting presence, and you did your best to keep him entertained by playing FIFA, and every single videogame you own. You also diligently applied ice packs to his knee, monitoring his swelling and checking for any signs of infection.

Despite the long hours and the exhaustion that came with caring for someone else, you felt a deep sense of satisfaction in knowing that you were doing everything you could to help him recover as quickly as possible.

Even if Pablo didn't show it that much, he was grateful for every second you cared for him. You were his rock, the only thing keeping him sane in his crazy lifestyle, and he hopes you know at least a little bit how much your presence makes his life brighter in every aspect.

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#pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi oneshot #pablo gavi x you #gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi #gavi x you #barca #fc barcelona #fc barca

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leviathans-body-pillow · 1 year

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Mc’s Drink Gets Spiked at the Fall

(Maybe part 1)

(Mc+Asmo+Lucifer)

Trigger Warnings: drugs, getting drugged, reference to sexual assault, alcohol, puking

This is really long and I got tired of working on it lol. Maybe if it’s popular I’ll continue

Ya so I’ve been drugged at the club, shit sucks ass omg I’ve been sick and hungover before but nothing compares to how I felt that night and morning after. If you’ve never been roofied before it’s like you’re fine and then suddenly your drunk x100 and hung over x100.I was t able to even walk the next day. Thankfully I was with a friend so she was able to keep me safe and who ever did it wasted their drugs.

With all the being said, fanfics are my coping mechanism like a weird dairy. So Mc gets their drink spiked while out with Asmo and Lucifer has to save the day

Mc is gender neutral with they them pronouns

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The night was coming to its climax! After a few fancy cocktails at Restaurant 6 you and Asmo had decided to take the party to the Fall. The dance floor was packed, the music shook the floors, and Asmo kept the drinks coming one after the other.

You and Asmo danced and drank for hours, slowly the crowd started to thin as the night grew old. You freely laughed with Asmo as you both stubbled over to the bar. Asmo was what could only be described as white girl wasted, wobbling in his heels giggling as his balance swayed back and forth. You wouldn’t say you were wasted perhaps tipping over the line of tipsy would be accurate. The fall only carried a small selection of human world liquor so compared to your date you had had considerably less to drink.

You sat Asmo a top a tall bar chair at cocktail table with in arms reach of the bar.

“Ooo grabme a drink!” Asmo slurred as you left to grab you both waters. Both of you unaware of the hungry eyes that lingered on you from a dark corner.

“Here babe” you said setting the water in front of you very sloshed date.

Asmo happily grabbed the glass taking a big swig only for his face to fall at the distinct lack of alcohol. “Hey! Thisisolywater!”

“Ya and you should drink it.”

“I’m fine~” Asmo wasn’t very convincing as he went to stand. “I’m getting somthin real todrink”.

Asmo took about two wobbly steps before he lost his balance and not so gracefully fell to the ground.

“Asmo! Are you ok!?” You quickly moved to his aid abandoning your waters at the table.

“Imfine imfine,” Asmo simply laughed as you helped him back to his seat.

“Come on let’s drink our water and have Mams come pick us up.”

“Ugh fine.” Asmo huffed taking a sip of his water.

Satisfied, you began to drink yours. Feeling a little dizziness, you laid your head down. ‘Maybe you had more to drink than you thought’

Asmo finished off his water feeling the spinning in his head start to slow. Just as he was ready to call Mammon suddenly you released what could only be described as a waterfall of vomit.

“Mc!?” Asmo was quick to side, propping you up from laying in you puke puddle. “Hey darling are you ok?”

“Mo I don’t feel sgood” you voice came out weak and strained.

“It’s ok hun come on, let get you some fresh air” but as Asmo helped you to stand you legs gave out toppling both of you to the ground.

Your head was spinning as you vision blacked out. All you could comprehend was Asmo’s voice as he frantically called over the bouncer for help.

With the help of a very concerned bouncer Asmo was able to get you out side. However the cold night air did nothing to clear your head. Asmo gently propped you up against the bars brick wall only for you to slide down legs to weak to stand.

“Hold on Mc, I’ll call Mammon we’ll be home soon.” Asmo tried to reassure you and him self as he frantically pulled out his D.D.D.

“Lucifer…” you groaned in you delirious state.

“Damn!” Asmo cursed. Five calls and Mammon’s useless ass couldn’t be bothered to answer a single one.

“Lucifer…” you weakly called you again.

Asmo paused, he could call Lucifer. There’s no question the eldest brother would answer his call. But if he saw you in this state there’d be serious hell to pay.

“Lucifer… I want Lucifer…” you called his name like a scared child calling for its father. You head lulled to the side suddenly feeling to heavy for you neck to support.

That’s it, Asmo quickly dialed Lucifers number, pacing as he waited for the eldest to pick up.

“Yes Asmodeus, what is it this time?” Lucifer answered already irritated by what ever it is Asmodeus could need at two thirty in the morning.

“Lucifer! We need you to come pick us up! We’re at a bar across from the Fall.”

“Unbelievable. Asmodeus it’s 2:30 in the morning. Do you really expect me to drop my work just to come play taxi for you. Unless your legs are broken I suggest you start walking.”

“Please Lucifer!” Asmo begged. “Mammon was supposed to pick us up but he’s not answering his phone!”

Lucifers mind wandered to Mammon who was currently hung from the ceiling. “Very well, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Stay by the curd where I can see you.”

“Thank you! You’re the best big brother ever!”

Asmo knelt down to your level, patting you face gently to see if you were still conscious.

You simply groan turning you head to puke again.

“I’m so sorry Mc, Lucifer will be here soon! We’re gonna get you home and cleaned up before you know it!” Asmo assured you rubbing you back.

Asmo sat you down on the curd where he stood anxiously waiting for Lucifer to arrive. What was he going to tell the eldest when he saw the state you were in. All the times he had seen you drunk off your ass either at home casually drinking with his brothers or at one of Diavolo parties, you had never been fucked up to the point you couldn’t stand. Asmo counted your drinks, maybe three cocktails and a few shots? That’s not nearly enough to make you this sick. Asmo couldn’t wrap his head around what had happened to put you in such a state.

Asmo was startled from his thoughts by Lucifer honking his car horn as he pulled up to the curb.

Lucifer rolled down his window. “Where’s Mc?”

You had fallen back waiting for Lucifer. With out the brick wall to support you, you body had been too heavy to keep up right.

“They’re right here!” Asmo leaned down to pull you up.

Lucifer leaned out the window to see you laying on the ground. You head lulled back as Asmo hopelessly pulled on your arms trying to get you to stand.

“For fuck sake,” Lucifer groaned getting out to help get you into the car. “This is absolutely unbelievable.”

Lucifer easily scooped you up in his arms. “What the devil is wrong with them?” He immediately noticed how your body felt completely limp as though you were merely a doll.

“I don’t know! They were fine one second and like this the next! We only had a few drinks I swear!” In his big brothers presence Asmodeous finally felt his anxiety over you state over whelm him.

Lucifer signed, of course you couldn’t just be drunk, at least then he could scold you for being irresponsible. He gently rocked you, testing if you were still conscious.

“Lucifer,” you weakly called you your voice barely above a whisper. “I want Lucifer.”

Good at least you were awake although you clearly weren’t able to process your surroundings.

“Mc can you hear me?” He tried getting your attention.

“Luci? Wanna go home, don’t feel good.” You began to cry, delirious and scared you curled into his chest.

Good he thought, at least you’re responsive. “Hush now Mc, I’m here to take you home.”

Asmodeus began to cry too his head still spinning from all the demonous, “I’m so sorry Lucifer, Mc. I don’t know what happened.”

“Keep it together Asmo, just open the door so I can get them home.”

Asmo did as he was instructed chocking back more tears. Lucifer gently sat you in his passenger seat laying it back so you head wouldn’t hang forward.

On the drive back to the House of Lamentation, Asmo recounted all of the nights events to the best of his memory. Lucifer listened careful trying to figure what could have possibly happened to put you in such a state. He agreed with his little brother that it couldn’t have been the alcohol. He too has seen you wasted stumbling through the halls of HoL with his brothers, but you always seemed to bounce back rather quickly.

“Asmodeus, I want you to call Solomon. Have him meet us at home.” Lucifer signed, he hated to ask that shady wizard for help but you were more important than his pride.

“Ok,” Asmo couldn’t hide the nervousness in him voice. If Solomon needed to be involved it must be serious.

The phone rang only twice before Solomon picked up. “Hello?”

“Solomon I need you!” Asmo’s voice was desperate his anxiety over you completely consuming him.

“I’m sorry Asmodeus, I’m not really in the mood tonight.” Solomon completely misunderstood, used to the demon calling him out of a different kind desperation.

“No not that, somethings wrong with Mc!” Asmo explained everything he could, from the nights event to you current condition.

“Ok, hmm I understand. I’ll meet you there.”

Solomon was standing out side the main door when Lucifer pulled up. Before Lucifer could even turn off the car. Solomon was opening the passenger door and lifting you into his arms. Lucifer simply bit his tongue not in the mood to argue with the sorcerer.

Solomon navigated the halls of the house as if he too lived there, making his way to your bedroom. Lucifer was right behind him as Asmo stumbled behind.

“Wait!” Asmo called to Solomon.

Solomon didn’t stop but he did slow his pace for Asmo to catch up.

“Solomon, take them to me room.”

“Why?”

“Look at them,” Asmo motioned to your crumpled form.

Solomon took a moment to inspect you. Your cheeks were stained with tears, your hair matted and disheveled, your clothes were stained with puke, and your were covered in dirt and sweat.

“Let me get them cleaned up.” Asmo pleaded.

“Very well, Solomon please do as Asmo asks,” Lucifer spoke up. Above all else caring for you comes first.

“Alright, here Asmo.” Solomon handed you off rather reluctantly but he couldn’t argue considering you’re state.

Asmo carefully cradled you in his arms. Despite his thin frame you were still feather light in his arms thanks to his natural demonic strength. When he felt just how limp you were he had to bite his lip to keep his emotions at bay. All he wanted to do was get you cleaned up and tucked into bed.

Solomon and Lucifer followed him to his room further discussing the incidents to had occurred that night. They waited in Asmo’s room as he took you into his bathroom.

“I’m sorry Mc, I promise my intentions are pure at least this time.” Asmo gave you an apologetic look as he stripped you out of your vomit stained club wear. ‘I’ll have to take them shopping’ he thought as he tossed the ruined garments aside. He was carful to watch for any resistance as he removed your underwear but you were like a doll with no strength or will of your own.

Asmo propped you up against the wall for a moment as he got the bath ready and removed his own dirty clothes. He hesitated for a moment before picking you up to place you in the bath. The thought of feeling your skin against his and bathing with you did make his heart flutter but he quickly pushed those feelings down focusing on caring for you. He scooped you up into his arms, testing the water before he lowered you down with him.

He laid you between his legs, having you lay back against his chest. He went to work gently scrubbing you down. Asmo felt ashamed as his cheeks heated up and his heart fluttered running his soapy hands over your body carful to avoid any intimate areas. His emotions were running high seeing you so sick and vulnerable. He can’t help but feel his heart ache remembering how you called out for Lucifer. He wondered if you would rather have Lucifer in here with you. No, he could think that way. Not now while you were still in this condition.

He finished by leaning you back to wash your hair. He cradled you head in one hand carful not to let and water or soap get in you eyes as he ran the shampoo through your hair. He felt satisfied with getting you cleaned up and feeling much cleaner himself. There wasn’t much else he could do to help you, he felt so helpless. But, at least he could make sure you were comfortable. Asmo wrapped a warm fuzzy pink towel around your form, as well as one around his hips.

Solomon and Lucifer stopped their conversation when they hear the bathroom door. Asmo stepped out of the steaming room suspicious of they’re sudden silence. He didn’t like that they wanted to hide what he assumed they believed had happened to you. He also didn’t like the way Lucifers gaze was fixed on you or how Solomon’s gaze racked over both of you.

“Could we have some privacy?” Asmo’s question came out as a demand as he placed you on his bed to fetch you both pjs.

“Right,” Lucifer quickly turned around, averting his gaze from your form.

“Of course,” Solomon however turned around slowly his eyes lingering in you.

Asmo quickly dressed you in his coziest jammies before dressing himself. He tucked you into his bed making sure you’re head had plenty of support. By this point you were out cold and completely unresponsive to anything happening around you. Asmo sat next to you on the bed, gently pushing your damp hair from your forehead. “Alright, you perverts can turn around now.”

Lucifer and Solomon both turned back around. They traded glances before meeting Asmo’s eyes.

“So what were you talking about?” Asmo asked trying to keep up his usual sweet and innocent act.

Lucifer spoke first, “we were discussing a few theories about what we believe happened to Mc.”

“Oh? And what’s wrong with them?” Asmo couldn’t have hidden how nervous he felt even if he wanted to. They were being awfully cautious.

Solomon spoke now, “we believe it’s either a curse, a poison, or a human world drug.”

“We just need to examine them to figure out which it is so we can better treat them.” Lucifer finished.

Asmo could take a hint. Reluctantly he moved away from the bed allowing them to approach.

Solomon and Lucifer took his place by your side. Lucifer went first scanning your body for any hint of magic tampering or a curse. Solomon then thoroughly checked you over. He checked your vitals, as well as your eyes and mouth. He felt over your body searching for any abnormalities that could indicated the use of Devildom poison.

“Well?” Asmo asked growing impatient watching his friend feel you up.

“Well Lucifer?” Solomon asked first.

Lucifer sighed, “I didn’t find any residual magic or signs of a curse. And you Solomon?”

“Well the good news is I don’t believe they were poisoned at least by anything that could be found here in Devildom.” Solomon rubbed his chin in thought.

“Ok so then what’s wrong with them!?” Their answers did nothing to calm him down. “If it’s poison or a curse, what is it?”

Lucifer and Solomon shared a glance again. Lucifer shook his head no but Solomon remained firm. Before Lucifer could stop him he stood to face Asmo. “It’s hard to confirm with out proper medical testing but I believe Mc’s been drugged with a human world substance called Rohypnol or some call it roofies. It’s commonly used in the human world to sedate victims so they’re easier to s…”

“That’s enough Solomon.” Lucifer cut him off before he could finish but it didn’t matter, it was clear Asmo understood as the color drained from his face.

He wasn’t stupid. He’d heard of “getting roofied” before and he was fully aware of how humans used it. Asmo’s felt sick. Best case scenario you’re attacker would’ve just devoured you. However he knew if they had gone to the trouble of drugging you with a human world drug they had more than just eating you in mind.

Asmo broke down. “It’s all my fault.” He fell to his knees sobbing, “Mc could’ve been raped or worse and it’s all my fault.”

Lucifer said nothing. Truthfully he wanted to be furious. Angry at you for being so careless and angry at Asmo for not keeping a closer eye on you. But he just didn’t have it in his heart to lecture his little brother who was currently crumpled up on the floor crying. And fortunately for you he was much more worried than angry.

Solomon kneeled down to Asmo’s level gently placing his hand on his shoulder. “What’s important now is it’s nothing fatal and Mc will get better with rest and plenty of water.”

In his mind Asmo knew Solomon was right, you were going to be ok at worst just extremely hung over and dehydrated for a couple of days. But his heart ached with the knowledge of what could’ve happened.

This knowledge also weighed heavy on Lucifer’s heart. One slight slip up tonight and you might not have been with them now. Although you’re time in his life so far had been short, he couldn’t imagine it with out you.

“Since Mc’s going to be ok,” Lucifer finally spoke. “I’d better go start working on the paper work and reporting this incident to Diavolo.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose the exhaustion of the night catching up to him.

Solomon signed, “I’d better join you to help explain Rohypnol and how it’s used to Diavolo. Watch over Mc for us Asmo.”

Asmo sniffed taking a deep breath to calm him self. “Ok I will.” Solomon help him to his feet, turning to exit with Lucifer.

After the two left Asmo stood there for a moment focusing his breathing to calm down. He looked to you still knocked out. You looked as bad as you probably felt. While still sniffling, Asmo went to work on your face routine at least want he could while you slept. He massaged the serums in to face, feeling satisfied with the slight glow they gave you. He took care of his own routine before running to the kitchen to get you both water.

#obey me asmodeus #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmo #om swd #obey me headcanons #obey me writing #om asmodeus #obey me luficer #obey me solomon #om lucifer #mc x lucifer #lucifer x mc #asmo x mc #asmodeus x mc

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scekrex · 2 months

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I saw some of your Adam x readers and really enjoyed them! I was wondering if you could do an Adam x reader where the reader is a trans man but still likes to wear dresses, skirts, and has like either medium length or long hair, but is also insecure about the fact that they won't be seen as a real guy. Have a wonderful day/night!

Omg as a trans guy myself writing this was some sort of healing I swear, I adore you for requesting trans reader! Also I hope you like it!

What it takes to be a man

pairing: Adam x transmale!angel!reader

warnings: a lil angst maybe? It's mainly fluff

note: not beta read bc idc

Things were rough up here in heaven, you thought that once you had died things would get easier but they didn't. Your body was still the same, still wrong. Everything was wrong, to be honest. Your voice was still too high for a guy's voice, your chest was still… well, too big for a man's chest and your curves weren't really helpful either. Waist too small, hip bones too pronounced.

When Adam entered the room you flinched for a moment, but only for a moment because as soon as the man entered the room he took his helmet off and greeted you with a cocky smile, “How’s my babe doing?”

You sent a small smile his way, then looked down to your hands. Yeah, how were you doing? That was actually a pretty good question. Not fine, that much you knew. So you said just that, there was no reason for you to lie to Adam after all, “Y’know I thought things would be different here.”

Adam's smile dropped almost immediately, a serious expression took its place. He put down the helmet on the bedside table and sat down next to you. “Yeah? In which way?”

You inhaled loudly, you tried to find the words, tried to explain how you felt, but it was just so hard to find the correct words to express your feelings. “In a ‘my body is still not it's way,” you then chose to say. “I’ve been struggling with that back on earth and I thought that here it might be different, that I'd get here with the body I feel like I should have been born in, you know?”

Well to be completely honest, Adam didn't know, nor did he fully understand the entire concept of body dysmorphia, but he didn't need to understand it, he was trying his best to keep you happy and that was what counted in the end. “Babes, why does it matter what other people think huh? You feel comfortable in dresses and skirts and those slutty crop tops, fuck, you look so fucking hot wearing them too,” his hand came to rest on your knee. He knew that being seen as a guy by others was a big deal to you, he didn't understand why though.

“No but that's the point, I wanna feel comfortable and confident but then people come up to me and tell me ‘what a pretty lady I am’ and I'm so sick and tired of being seen as a lady when I'm really not. I'm a fucking dude just like you're a dude, why can't people just see that?” It was exhausting, really. Because even when you corrected people they would try to take your identity from you, they usually said things like ‘men don't have long hair the way you do’ or ‘you wanna be a man? Then stop dressing like a woman'.

You weren't trying to be a man, you were a man.

“I see it,” Adam said and shot you a small smirk. Your head snapped sideways to look him in the eyes, “You do?” Adam made a hand gesture that was meant to say ‘Isn’t it obvious?’. “When I look at you I see my handsome boyfriend, you don't give two shits, you dress in what you feel comfortable, you wear your hair in ways that make you feel good and hands down, that's the hottest thing you can do, doesn't make you any less of a man.” His wing wrapped around your back softly, the tips of his feathers wrapped over your shoulder to gently pet your cheek. “You’re the most interesting angel I ever got to meet, babes. Don't let these assholes bring you down just because they can't see the most obvious thing.”

You tilted your head slightly, curiously looking up at your boyfriend, “N that is?” “That you're a motherfucking dude, babes,” he spoke like it was the most obvious thing, and to him personally it was. You've always been you, always been a man, nothing could ever change that. His hand slid smoothly through your hair, pushing the long silky strands out of your face. “And if some fuckface ever tries to claim anything else, you're gonna head straight up to me and I'll handle it, got it?” You knew he meant it and it warmed your heart that he cared so much. You leaned against his arm, your head was resting against his shoulder as you whispered a quiet “Thank you”.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #adam x y/n #adam x you #male reader #adam x reader #trans reader

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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Omg so ik your lil blurb about reader finding slayer ended with the two of them planning to go on a date, but what if after a few dates slayer's lil ass ended up going missing again, this time ending up straight at reader's door. Maybe reader finds her before heading to work and takes her with her or something just to take her back to sev? these are just thoughts

SCREAMINGGG

men and minors dni

slayer can tell her mom likes you.

sevika's been coming home smelling like you more and more often.

while she only spent one night with you, the little dog is a great judge of character, and she knows you're a good match for her momma.

so, after your third date (and after watching sevika anxiously talk herself out of taking things further with you about five times,) slayer takes things into her own hands.

the next day, as sevika's taking the garbage out, she leaves the door cracked, and slayer takes her opportunity.

she darts out the door and starts her trek to your apartment.

it takes sevika five minutes to realize slayers missing.

she calls you in tears, panicked and cursing her 'stupid little shit' of a dog for always sneaking out.

you stay on the phone with her for hours, trying to calm her down, promising her you'll help her put up missing dog posters tomorrow. you feel so fucking bad for her, that halfway through your call you jump in your car and put her on speaker, slowly driving through town to see if you can catch sight of little slayer.

when you get home (after sevika cried herself to sleep) you slowly trudge back to your apartment, worried about your (maybe?) girlfriend and her puppy.

when you get your door, you burst into laughter.

because there, on your welcome mat, sits little slayer, wagging her tail and yapping happily at the sight of you.

"you little shit!" you say adoringly as you scoop the puppy up into your arms.

slayer wiggles in excitement, licking your cheeks as she kisses you hello.

"you're evil, you know?" you scold the dog as you turn back around to get to your car. "your mom's worried fuckin' sick about you." you say.

slayer doesn't care. she's just happy that her plan's working.

you drive her back to sevika's laughing the entire way at the mischievous puppy.

when you get there, you knock on her door, slayer's tail wagging in your arms as you listen to sevika fumble out of bed and pull a shirt on before she opens the door.

you gulp as her door swings open.

she's just as upset as she was the first time you stood on her doorstep, her eyes bloodshot and puffy, her nose running.

but now, you're a little closer with sevika, and you can appriciate other things about her appearance.

like how she's in just her boxers and a wife pleaser, having just woken up. how her hair's a mess and falling into her eyes. how she absolutely fucking lights up at the sight of you and slayer, just how pretty her smile is, just how sparkly her eyes get when she laughs.

"you've got to be fucking kidding me!" she exclaims. you laugh.

"she was on my welcome mat, waiting for me to get home." you say, passing slayer to sevika.

sevika bursts into laughter, kissing slayer, and the, wiping her lips and pulling you forward for a breathtaking, knee-weakening kiss.

you gasp against her. you've only kissed two or three times, at the end of your dates, little goodbye pecks.

this is different. this is a kiss.

just as sevika starts to pull away, you reach forward and grab her shirt, pulling her back against you. she hums against your lips, and slayer whines at being squished.

when you finally pull away, slayer jumps out of sevika's arms and runs back into her apartment, ready to go to sleep after a successful mission.

sevika clears her throat, then looks at you.

"hi." she says. you giggle.

"hey." you say. sevika smiles.

"do you... maybe want to come inside?" she asks. you grin.

"fuck yeah i do." you say.

afterwards, when you guys are panting and naked and sweaty on sevika's bed, you laugh at the ceiling. sevika squeezes your hand.

"what're you laughing at?" she asks. you shrug.

"i oughta start kidnapping that dog if this is what her return gets me." you say. sevika laughs.

"y'know... you could just be my girlfriend. that way we can do this whenever, without the emotional turmoil beforehand." sevika says.

you grin and flop over to lay ontop of sevika's body, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"that'd be great." you say. "i'm not sneaky enough to get away with dognapping."

outside of the bedroom, slayer settles down on the couch, now that the noise coming from the bedroom has stopped. looks like her plan worked.

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sebsbarnes · 25 days

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letters to a loved one || tangerine

tangerine x reader

summary: the only form of communication you and tangerine can use when he is on a mission is email, however, as the weeks and months go by, your words have been left unanswered.

warnings: angst

word count: 1.4k

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a/n: this is a lot different than my normal works so i hope you enjoy this different format

aug 5th, 2022: i know it's only been two days since you left but i miss you so much already! good luck today, kick some ass!! mwah! xoxo

aug 15th, 2022: hi honey. i hope the mission went well a few days ago! even though email is the safest way we can communicate while you're gone i know you can't always respond even if you're in a safe house. i'm not too worried, i know how skilled you and lemon are. tell him i say hi! i can't wait for you to be home, you estimated you'd be back on the 17th so i have a nice dinner planned. <3 love you so so much my sweet tang!

aug 27th, 2022: hey tang, i can't lie and say i'm not a tiny bit worried but i keep telling myself you've been gone longer before with zero communication. maybe it feels different now because of how long we've been together. i miss waking up to you and grabbing our keys and heading out for the day. if you see this message me back! even if you can't fully respond i'll settle with a smiley face if i must! haha. oh by the way i still cooked that dinner i had planned for us, it came out soooo yummy. but it took so long omg! you're lucky i love you and i'm willing to spend 8 hours in the kitchen again. it will probably taste better this time since you will be by my side. love you lots!

sept 12th, 2022: i only just saw the news of the bullet train derailment in japan on august 5th. that was your mission wasn't it? you said the 5th. i'm worried more now, i can't lie, but like i tell you every day i know how skilled you are. even though i never want to wish you are in a hospital i hope that's where you are recovering with lemon by your side. when you get the chance please email me back, okay? i love you.

sept 14th, 2022: tangerine if you see this please email or call me.

sept 30th, 2022: i wish i could talk to you just once. one word so i know you are okay. i can't reach lemon either. i wake up every day hoping you will be laying next to me. please, please give me something so i know you are alright? anything. where are you tangerine? i don't want to keep crying but that's all i can do. sit here in our empty house and cry. the walls feel like they are closing in on me. i went to our favorite breakfast spot the other day and i got that really sweet older lady with the grey curly hair as my waitress. she asked where you've been. i don't know how much longer i can keep saying you are gone for work and people believe it... i no longer believe it either. i hate typing it out. i don't want to believe something awful happened but something did, didn't it? i can feel it in my body. please reach out to me, i miss you so much and i love you so so much tangerine, please.

oct 26th, 2022: i love halloween, you know that more than anyone. decorations everywhere, piles of candy, and everyone dressing up pretending to be someone else for the night. now i feel bad about how much i bugged you about this year's halloween. my friends keep telling me to come out and join them, but if i'm being honest it's hard to do anything these days. it doesn't help that they think you just left me, ghosted me i guess. but they don't know what you do for work and i can't tell them. so i have to listen to them talk shit about you and i sit there trying to convince them you aren't this evil guy who ditched me and never looked back. maybe i should listen, maybe it's easier to believe you just left me than admitting to myself you're no longer here. i'm holding out, i'm trying so fucking hard to, tan. maybe in some sick joke you will pop up on halloween dressed in some stupid costume with a mask covering your face and in some grand reveal you will pull the mask off and i'll be in your arms again. it's wishful thinking. well, i have to go now, i'm meeting with a co-worker. love you.

dec 1st, 2022: i should be waking up this morning with your arms wrapped around me nearly crushing every bone in my body. but i didn't. and i haven't since the beginning of august. is it cruel now to admit i think you are gone. i really think you are and part of me has thought this since i saw the news of the bullet train. i feel scared. i'm starting to forget the little things about you. i can't play back the sound of your laugh in my head. i can't really picture the way your eyes crinkled. it makes me feel ill. i don't want to forget the small details about you. i crave to whisper goodnight and i love you to you. i crave just for your body next to mine. in the most innocent forms i crave you, like the way you'd absentmindedly play with my hair or pull out my chair or charge my phone when i always forget. the simple things i'm missing the most. i didn't realize i had so many forms of love until you've been gone. happy anniversary, dear.

jan 17th, 2023: tangerine, i'm not sure why i opened this email account. it's been over a month since i've checked it. maybe it was because i heard your favorite song earlier and thought of you a bit more than usual these days. i secretly hoped there would be a new message but that's foolish of me.

april 7th, 2023: Dear Tangerine, I know you won't read this email, but I felt as though I needed to explain what life has been like recently. My friends no longer bring you up in conversation which I am grateful for. I had to stop visiting our favorite breakfast place, each time I went they asked about you, even as recently as three weeks ago. I will miss their egg sandwich that you recommended to me on our third date but it is better off I no longer go there. Work has been great, a bit busy, but good. I removed your picture from my desk at the beginning of the new year. I saw the way my co-workers would stare a bit too long at it, I guess seeing it reminded them how I never mentioned you anymore. Speaking of co-workers, a few emails ago I mentioned I was meeting up with one of them. We've been seeing each other a lot outside of work, I enjoy their company. I can never say this to them but when they kiss me and hug me I sometimes think it's you. That's wrong to admit especially since I think I'm developing feelings for them, but they will never see this. They are kind and treat me well which I know you would be pleased to hear. I packed up your clothes in my house and put them in a box. I couldn't keep looking at them. I cried so much that I don't think I can cry again for years to come. I would hug your shirts and jackets so much that they lost your smell. I regret that a bit. I opened the box a few days ago and it smelled like me. Almost all signs of you are gone now that the remnants of your cologne is worn off the fabric. I think I might sell the house. It's too big for a single person now. It's too quiet in here and it almost feels like someone is watching me, it doesn't feel safe. Maybe that's because you provided me with safety. I'm not doing much today, it's actually pretty early right now, maybe I'll cook that dinner I never got to cook for you. I haven't since that day. I'm realizing how silly I sound in my own head as I type these words. Maybe I'll invest in a journal soon.

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bunnimatsu · 1 year

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I know this sounds wierd af but um…how likely do you think the brothers would touch S/O’s boobs or butt (WITH THEM ENTHUSIASTICALLY CONSENTING OF COURSE)

GIRL YOU AIN’T WEIRD FOR ASKING CUZ I WANT THEM TO TOUCH ME LIKE THAT

also i added a little personal touch to this since at first i didn't understand your ask, and i kinda just rolled with how i read it, so IM SO SORRY IF ITS NOT WHAT YOU MEANT

(small update: i got a little lazy and 'to the point' with these because this fandom is slowly slipping through my fingers :( so sorry if it isn't top tier)

tag(s): talks about booties and boobies so slight NSFW warning, ichimatsu being lowkey obsessed with you (as he should), etc.

osomatsu:

you don’t understand, he NEEDS to have a hand on you at all times. especially on your ass. he would constantly ask if he can touch your tiddies, even in public, and with your ENTHUSIASTIC consent, you’d mostly say yes and not care that others are watching but when its an actual inappropriate time, you’d be like “BOY SHUT UP”.

i think he likes touching your ass more tho and he more often than not, does the ‘put hand in the back pocket of your jeans’ thing.

karamatsu:

kara is also a 'put hand in the back pocket of your jeans' kind of person, but i think it's more of a 'im being protective of my woman/ kind of thing', but we all know....that's only half of the case.. i believe that karamatsu is a pervert but he chokes that shit down and hides it with his 'omg im so cool' facade. he gets nervous when he gets close to your tiddies tho, even if you consented or just did not care if he put his hands all over you, he would be like 'nope respect women juice comes first before my sick perversions'

choromatsu:

its a given, he's awkward as all fuck. listen, you consented, you told him you didn't care if he touched you, and he still sits there and stares at you awkwardly waiting for you to initiate something first.

one time though, he actually mustered up the courage to touch your boobas while you were making out and then he got cocky and started squeezing your waist, down to your ass and you moaned, of course, but his brain processed that as 'oh my god i hurt her' and he pulled AWAY.

you didn't forgive him for that one and he has apologized so many times since that day.

ichimatsu:

he's also a pervert that chokes it down, but i think in a relationship, his sick mind comes out more. OF COURSE, he would ask you first, he would never just let his intrusive thoughts win. and with your surprisingly enthusiastic consent...

all hell breaks loose..

what have you done, [name]?

that man is just as bad as osomatsu, his hands are EVERYWHERE on your body.

i think his favorite place is your ass tho. idk, its the perfect place to rest his hands on and he especially loves laying on it when you two have your lazy days.

he's just happy you exist tbh and he can do whatever he wants without having to feel bad about it.

jyushimatsu:

alright let me just make this clear, jyushimatsu is just as perverted as his other brothers, he just also drinks his respect women juice.

but once you give him free reign over touching you..

he's so 'cute' about it though, i think? he likes to mask the fact that he's tryna touch your tiddies with 'aww a hug from behind! how cute' kind of thing.

WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE JYUSHI.

todomatsu:

totty is.....totty. of course he would wanna touch your tummy more because of your belly button, but this is about boobs and booty. i think he's in the same boat as jyushi, 'mask the fact that he's tryna feel you up with a cutesy act' thing.

if you're taller than him (this is gonna get self indulgent), he likes to rest his chin on your chest (boobs) and look up at you all innocent, like, YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE TODOMATSU.

i think in general though, he doesn't really touch you anywhere, even with your spoken consent. the only times he'll probably touch you there is when you guys are getting....steamy.

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the end! im so sorry this took so long to get out to you, anon. my life is just really busy and i never really have time off to myself anymore but hopefully this makes up for your wait! as i said, i did get a little lazy and just came up with some things on the spot but i hope its still worth reading! (i mean any matsu content is matsu content).

and as stated, my hyperfixation for this fandom is slowly dwindling but i really hope i can get back to it and get this content out for you guys!

also mini life update: i started my ear stretching process for gauges! its still very small and hopefully i can get it to a decent size, i don't want them TOO big because...ew.

#mr osomatsu x reader #mr osomatsu smut #osomatsu x reader #karamatsu x reader #choromatsu x reader #ichimatsu x reader #jyushimatsu x reader #todomatsu x reader #jarvis.fics

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okay SO. i know i don't even go here, i'm a janitor!eddie girlie BUT i feel very strongly about hockey!eddie because he's insane but also so dumb and i love dumbasses. anyways. i was reading what you said about him being grossed out by his teammates when they cheat and i had this idea so i wanna share it with you

imagine, if you will, that reader becomes really good friends with another hockey wife. young couple, maybe they recently had a baby and reader is obsessed, eddie is obsessed because omg my girl with a baby why is this awakening something in me, it's all very cute. double dates type of shit, maybe this is the first time reader has felt included in the wives and girlfriends club! and then eddie's teammate cheats on his wife and reader finds out. she's DEVASTATED because that's her friend!!!! that's her adopted nephew/niece!!! why would that asshole do that??? so ofc she goes and tells eddie and eddie is LIVID. next day at the locker room eddie breaks his nose or something lmao

god this is so sick and so good because i feel it. like i can see it so vividly.

she finally gets into the group, feels apart of it, and is enjoying herself. plus, she's with this other wife, who seemingly has made it work ya know? husband still plays and she's with him, but also has a balance to her life and schedule, and a baby??? it's like everything reader has wanted, and she's seeing someone have it, and it gives her hope. like all these fears, they're silly bc this can work!

eddie's close with the teammate, but not the most close, bc they're on opposite sides (defense and offense) so they don't really practice and play as much. but still, he likes him, thinks he's a cool guy.

they all get super close, especially during off season, and hang out all the time. guys got a wife, a career, a baby? he's older, been traded before and kinda takes eddie under his wing. truly, they're very very fast friends.

then they go out one night. maybe they had a press thing to do, or a team meeting, decide to go for a beer after it.

eddie's thinking nothing of it, they're sitting at some bar or club or whatever, and next thing he knows, there's two girls?? the guy had called them?? he kisses the one girl in greeting and eddie is immediately sick to his stomach. floored, shocked, disgusted, hurt- all of the above.

he leaves, right there. no warning, nothing, just leaves. is visibly shaken when he tells you later, rambling, eyes wide, just perplexed.

i feel like he wouldn't jump right into beating him. you both talk and are like "no way, there's no way, right?" maybe they're in an open relationship? maybe they swing? maybe they're freaky like that?

so eddie tries to talk to him the next day about it. "i know you'd never do that, man. i'm sorry. i just, i kinda freaked."

but his teammate doesn't reassure him. doesn't tell him that his wife knows. he kinda gets quiet. "i mean, no, she doesn't know, but she really doesn't need to. now does she?" he kinda shrugs. "i mean, we just had a baby, and ya know, she's so tired all the time. it'd be shitty of me to ask her."

eddie is, once again, sick. jaw dropped, he can't even speak, he's so fucking sick. "plus the road gets lonely. you know what i mean." the teammate continues. "look, i love my wife. i don't think there's anything wrong with getting a little something every now and then. it's purely physical. i wear a rubber, get what i need, and come home and keep them happy. i mean, what's the point of causing issues in my own marriage, when i could do this? take care of it."

"you don't think fucking around on your wife is causing issues in your own marriage?" eddie sneers.

"no." he scoffs. "not unless she finds out. what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?" he shakes his head, shrugs it off nonchalantly. "look, kid, i get it. you're in love right now with your girl. it's all about her and nothings better, and that's great. for now. then you'll want a little more, and, hey, there's nothing wrong with that. it's biologically encoded in our dna as mammals to need more than one mate. monogamy, it's barbaric. and you'll understand. one day... you know, shit won't look the same, feel the same, and you'll-"

that's when eddie breaks his teeth. knocks him clear out, his coaches and team mates running to break it up, confused why there's a fight on the sidelines? no regrets from eddie. he got fined, had to run suicides until he threw up, but it was worth it. knocking that piece of shit out, totally worth it.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #hockey!eddie munson #hockey!eddie munson x reader #hockey player!eddie munson

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milkbreadandtadpoles · 4 months

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soup and stars

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snip: you keep sukuna's favorite after workout drink in your fridge. and no, you don't frequent that store. sukuna looks at you like you hung the moon and painted the sky yourself when you're either on the brink of death or not paying attention (it's only with his eyes, though. he's a certified rbf). the two of you have been hooking up for over a year with little conversation outside of snarky comments and emojis he doesn't get.

and he sometimes takes care of you when you're sick for five hours only.

warnings: suggestive language, sukuna being a parallel of this guy i used to hookup with who was srsly emotionally constipated and really milked my daddy issues, reader being dumb (lol me), probably a lot of run on sentences and weird descriptions but i am not srry ab it, no Y/N here, a lot of parentheses for some reason

authors note: omg hey. i have this a03 and i thought i'd put a tumblr to pair it together cuz i had an old tumblr but i was kinda done w her (may she rest in peace!) anywayyy my name is lillie, hi again. hope u enjoy this!! luv me some sukuna who reminds me of all my bad flings.

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Since when did you get sick like this?

This time, not that time you lied to your boss, you have an actual stomach bug. Stomach thing. Food poisoning from bad sushi. You don't know.

What you do know, however, is that everything smells bad, you can’t stomach anything other than a handful of saltine crackers. You couldn’t even finish your coffee yesterday morning; you’re just coming down from a fever. Everything is hot and cold, nothing feels right on your skin. Noises are too loud, but the silence is making your ears bleed.

Curled up into the sheets, you shiver. It rocks over you, feeling cold despite your body burning off whatever infection is brewing in your gut. Your skin feels crusty yet damp, scalp itchy and pulled back into two haphazard buns. Stray strands lay over your forehead that twinkles with cold sweat.

Vampire Diaries plays in the background, volume loud enough so you can hear where you’re at within the series but quiet enough to give you grace if you wish to take another four hour nap. You don’t even want to get on your phone, ignoring the occasional, silent buzzes and flashing light that draw your eyes away from the fuzz of your blanket.

Time passes in a druken haze, not knowing whether you slept or not, not feeling entirely there at all. You fail to count the amount of times you got up to throw up or sit on the toilet, thankful the walls are snug enough to rest your head on the wall of it to contemplate if it’s worth passing out before you gather your wits and crawl back into bed.

There’s a rustle in your sheets, a distant sound of intro music for the vampire show.

“You still watchin’ this shit?” A gruff voice sounds from above you.

Your brows furrow in your sleepy haze- you don’t have energy to fight an intruder, pulling the sheets over your head that throbs from lack of everything. Horribly big hands paw at the clothed dip in your waist. And you let out a mixture of a whine and huff at the realization that your little fling (if you could even call it that) picked a horrible day to play.

“Sukuna,” You murmur, drawing the blankets higher above the crown of your head before he has a chance to yank it down and see your very unprepared self, “Not a good time.”

Sukuna, an occasional fuck and lackluster addition to your friend group, scoffs a laugh, muttering something about you really being a freak, something about thanking your dad for giving you all these issues that only he can handle as he gropes the flesh of your ass.

And it would feel so lovely if you weren’t on the brink of death.

“Eggroll. All the eggrolls.”

He groans, lifting his hand away from you in agreement to the safe word (because that one time when the two of you didn't have one and you reacted that way actually scared the shit out of him).

“I’m sick.” You add quietly, urging your body to morph into a tighter ball. If Sukuna were his younger brother, or his younger brother’s friend, you’d ask either of them to cover you with another blanket. Or to refill your water bottle. Maybe even run to the store down the road and grab you some soup. But this is Sukuna, and-

There’s a harsh tug at the blanket covering your head, and you try to weakly grip the fabric in place.

“That’s why you didn’t answer my text? ‘Cause you’re all disgusting and shit?” He questions, giving one more quick tug to reveal your messy hair, the tint to the apples of your cheeks. The way his gaze feels makes the very top of your gut churn, and you scrunch your face as you decide whether or not you need to puke again.

“Mhm.” You nod, begging for the fabric back with a soft tug. Sukuna relents, snorting as you cover your head back up.

His body weight makes your bed frame squeak as he repositions himself to slouch next to you, and you peer at him through the crack of the blanket. He pulls out his phone, typing on it lazily. Through your bubbling stomach, confusion festers simply because he isn’t moving.

“Thought you not replying was you trying to be cute ’n shit.” A hand makes its way onto your lower back, the weight of it making your eyes bulge in silent surprise. With all your strength, you shake your head and whisper a soft sorry. He tuts, like all weirdly immature but mature, rude but nice and confusing older brother types do, dismissing your apology with a little pat on your back.

Another pat, and you’re snuggling into the blankets and letting your eyes close, mapping the way his hand feels and ignoring the way your stomach cramps. You hear the distant sound of a picture being taken, only being able to mutter a humiliated groan. There's a vibration where your phone is, and you know that the group chat has been notified of your predicament.

“You eat? Take a shower?” Sukuna asks, mastering the art of making his concern dismissive. The silence on your end answers everything he needs to know, humming in acknowledgement. You’re a stubborn little shit who likes to suffer in isolation, he’ll give you that.

He synchs a basketball game to your TV, adamantly rotating between patting and rubbing your back until you’re snoring and curled up next to his lap.

When you wake up, you’re still cold, still sweating off your fever. You peers towards the bed, noticing the empty spot but the basketball game still softly playing on the screen. For a moment, you let your head slump back into the mattress before you force yourself out of bed to pee.

The weight in your body is too overwhelming to be horrified by your appearance when you emerge to make your way into a shared bathroom with your roommate. They’re all gone for work, and you don’t have the wit to ask where Sukuna got the time off to come fuck you in the middle of the day. Or why he was looking at your location.

“I forgot how much of a bitchy face you have.” He comments, voice a note softer than you would usually hear, as you pad towards the bathroom. You grumble a quiet fuck you, slinking towards the bathroom.

You fix your hair to the best of your ability- standing up too long made you throw up. Your abdomen feels like it’s gone to three HIT classes in a row, hardly having any reserves to help you stand and brush your teeth. So you do it knelt over the bathtub, making sure to lock the door to make sure that stupid person of interest doesn’t see you so weak.

Rinsing your mouth out knelt over a tub is a new low, spitting the globs of toothpaste and water into the drain before you turn it off and brace the sides of the tub to stand and wander back out into the kitchen. Your bones feel like brittle, a bowling ball in your stomach forcing your posture to look horrifyingly old. It's been two days but you've aged thirty years.

“Hi.” You greet weakly, rubbing your eyes before putting your arms back down as swiftly as you can. When was the last time you shaved?

Sukuna nods back, digging through a plastic bag. It’s only a few seconds before you’re sitting on the floor. The tile makes you twitch, and you wonder how you’re going to get up without looking like a hobbling mess. Maybe you’ll just crawl.

Soup and some electrolyte drinks are set out on the counter- along with your favorite candy. For a moment, your brows furrow, and then your lip wobbles in realization.

“Did you get that for me?”

“Can’t fuck you if you’re all pitiful and disgusting.” Is all he says, but his lip twitches into a bewitching smirk as your eyes well with tears and you sniffle out a sweet thank you. "Of course you’d cry over stupid shit like this." He adds, shaking his head.

His shoes click bluntly against the floor, and he peers down at you with that devastatingly handsome, horribly mean face.

“You could just go fuck another girl.” You murmur sappily, lip jutting into a pout. And it’s true, you know it. The two of you have established that. He throws it in your face, too, when you tell him you’re busy or you’re too sleepy. Or when you simply don’t want to deal with his attitude.

His laugh tickles your heart, staring at him with wide, watery eyes as he bends down and gathers you into his arms. You squirm, or try to, holding any pride and ego close to your chest like a rabid animal as you let out a faux uncomfortable noise. There’s a familiar tap to your ass that urges you to stop, and you sink into Sukuna’s terrifyingly comfortable embrace as he carries you back to your room. The two of you have hardly cuddled before, the absolute most being him begrudgingly letting you cling onto him after one particularly rough night- only to shove you off five minutes later, giving you a pat on the head as if to say good job, thanks for the head, before leaving.

So this is new, awkward, when your semi friend with semi benefits sets you down with the upmost genteel fashion and retreats back into the kitchen. He comes back with an armful of products moments later. Soup, your favorite cup filled with mystery get well liquid, a straw and a big spoon.

“I don’t like big spoons.”

“That’s too fuckin’ bad because that’s what I got- stop pouting like that, it's disgusting.”

Sukuna sets everything down and defiantly does not grab another spoon for you. You make a noise in the back of your throat when he reaches over and urges you to sit up with a silent look that you’re expected to figure out. He lets you maneuver a pillow behind your back, lets you curl a blanket around your body and change the TV back to Vampire Diaries- he does not let you feed yourself.

When you reach for the bowl of soup (your favorite- chicken and stars), he uses only a percentage of his strength to swat your hand away, giving you another demand to stop sulking like a little kid before he’s crawling (crawling!) across the bed. Bowl of soup and too big of spoon in hand, he sits across from and in front of your view from the show.

He leans forward in a sort of endearing way, brows furrowed in a certain concentration as he scoops the perfect spoonful of soup and stars, holding it to your mouth. And he watches when you open your mouth with furrowed brows, lips closing around the dipped metal so that nothing drips down your chin. The broth warms your mouth, your stomach in an instant, making your face relax and your back slump into the pillow that supports you.

There’s a prickle of humiliation on the apples of your cheeks, something Sukuna would likely make fun of if you weren’t half asleep by the time he finishes spoon feeding you. And yea, there was one singular instance of him swiping away fallen liquid away with his thumb. And yea, you’re going to remember that forever. And most definitely are you going to internalize this as something more between the two of you than just friends who fuck (friend being a huge overstatement).

“I don’t like you.” You find yourself murmuring as Sukuna thrusts your clunky, metal, pink water bottle in your face. Obediently, as you always are, you sip at the liquid, swallowing down any grimace as he stares right at you while you swallow.

“You’re not my favorite, either.” He grunts, picking the cup up as soon as you set it down and representing it to you with a face.

“I’m at least second to your video game console.” Your grumble with pursed lips, taking another measly sip. When Sukuna raises his brows, you take a few more.

“Third. Second is pot. And it’s a PS4- fucking nerd.”

The part of your stomach that isn’t cramping to shit flutters, your fever probably rises, and you smile to yourself as you take a big gulp of the electrolyte solution. You swallow before he says the softest atta girl and takes the cup to set it back down.

Sukuna helps you shuffle under three big blankets, gives you your phone and goes to wash the soup bowl. You text Satoru with sick enthusiasm, to which he reiterates it in your (other) group chat where everyone just starts sending silly fangirlish memes. Shoko isn’t phased, Suguru isn’t pleased, either. But there’s an icky smile on your face, the thought of when it’ll end and Sukuna will go back to, well, Sukuna, gnawing at the back of your throat.

But you’ll pretend for today, like you do everyday.

“Are you leaving?” You ask when he comes back into the room, question answered when the bed dips once more.

He grunts a no, to shut up and sleep as he synchs up another sports game. You don’t mind, turning your head so you’re facing him. His back rests against a pillow with a floral case, one of your weighted stuffed animals squished between the weight of his back and the metal bed frame.

You stare with lidded eyes and hot cheeks, tracing the musculature of his shoulders and the sharpness of his face in the same pattern you do after he’s done making you quiver and shake and cry. The plush of the blanket is a perfect excuse for the sheen of sweat on your face, your stomach still molten lava and convulsing.

But it’s just a little more than a dull ache with Sukuna here, bored face and all.

For a moment, before you fall asleep for a third time today, you feel his fingertips, hard and gruff and soft, brush against your cheek, your chapped lips. You’re too tired to hide or quip at him in the static-like fashion that makes him laugh.

You swear you see his lips twitch when you hum affectionately. There’s a text waiting for your friends, a mental scoreboard to update. Smile number two. Four days apart. From holding a sparkler and ogling at it like a child at Satoru’s New Year’s Eve party to laying in bed sick, purring like a cat as he pets you.

“Stop looking like you’re going to die.” He all but requests, covering your face with a sliver of the blanket and looking back at the game. Grabbing the remote, he turns the volume up a few more notches to ignore your itty bitty, very sleepy laugh.

Seconds away from sleep, Sukuna uncovers it- you. His lingering gaze tingles your nose, all the way down to the tips of your toes. Your infatuation with him might as well be the cure to cancer from the faintest spark of energy it gave you.

He’s not there when you wake up. It could have been a fever dream for all you know if it wasn’t for the refilled hydro flask and oddly neat note scribbled for you to ‘drink the fuck up’ on one of your Sanrio sticky notes. There's a brief look of horror on your face knowing that he looked through your drawers to find one.

You drink it all and take a gruesome looking picture, sending it to him with a silly caption- your way of saying thank you. Sukuna doesn’t respond, but the read receipts are on. And he doesn’t talk to you for awhile, as if he curates the perfect way to make you stay by letting the bubbling like for him simmer into nothing, only for it to come back in full force when asks if you’re awake three Thursdays later.He asks if he can still use the key you gave him to come by after the gym to shower because his little brother and friends are over and he doesn’t want to hear them blubber while they figure out their alcohol tolerance (or lack thereof).

A pearly, well built increment of yourself hopes it’s so he’ll check up on you, too, after he slinks into your room and fucks you just the way he likes- because he knows you like it, too.

And you say yes, like you always do. Tell him about this new body wash you got that he can use, that you just so happened to get his favorite drink from the store he get his protein powder and supplements from when you went grocery shopping.

you don’t even like that store lmfao

found a new prebiotic there! Saw it on Pintrest

sure

Sukuna is not immune to exploiting your obvious cartwheels to please him. He’ll never say thank you, and you won’t ever ask him to. You do it for all your friends, you tell him. Shoko’s toothbrush brand is in your bathroom cabinet when she sleeps over. Satoru’s moisturizer and favorite tooth-rotting snacks. Suguru’s blanket because he gets cold at movie nights. But Sukuna knows he could have whatever he asked for within the hour.

He’ll never address that he took care of you when you were sick. Both times. Or that there's a packet of your favorite gum in the console of his car. And he'd rather be dead than you, shit, anyone, find out that there's a hidden album of little you's in his phone.

i’m just a good friend *ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆

we’re not friends.

It doesn’t hurt your feelings. Because you know he’s emotionally constipated, that no one’s ever really cared. Except Yuji, but little brothers always care. That whatever affection and consideration thrown his way will be burnt to a crisp, that he’ll only ever look at you like you hung the stars when no one’s looking, or only think about you at night when the weed isn’t helping him sleep.

uh huh, we sure aren’t. see you later! make sure to stretch before you lift!!

stop texting me, it's fucking up my music

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

#jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna #ryomen x reader #jjk ryomen #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #my works #one shot #drabble #jjk fluff #implied smut #hello i hope you enjoy #i want to chew this sukuna up like a toy!!

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star-girl69 · 10 months

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Everlasting

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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sypnosis: It all feels like it will never end in the wilderness. The cold, the hunger, the pain, the longing. Natalie spends every night dreaming of you, waiting for you, even though she knows you won’t come back. She almost kills herself to bring you back. Doomcoming took you from her, took everything from her. And when you do appear in the doorway, brown blanket over your shoulders, dress ripped, there is something else that will never end. Her guilt.

a/n: ending SUCKS, this is so omg, i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of starvation, cannibalism and hypothermia, mentions of injury, swearing, off-canon, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

Natalie had new routines. She used to fall asleep in the corner of the cabin, her arm around you, the rhythmic fall and rise of your breath against her.

Now, the flickering fire burns into her vision, blinding her, because anything is better than remembering you’re not there.

The other day she heard one of the other girls recounting how much fun getting dressed up for Doomcoming was. She felt sick to her stomach, because before darkness fell- it was fun. She had fun with you, and then as soon as darkness fell, you slipped from her fingertips like water.

And no matter how long and hard she searched for you, killing herself to be with you again, she never saw you again.

And at night, she dreamt of you, still in your pretty dress, your skin bright and clear, and you were wearing a halo like an angel. And she knew what it meant, she knew, and every night you would ask her if the two of you were out of the woods yet. And every night she couldn’t answer.

She knew what her dreams meant, she knew what the empty forests meant, she knew what her empty, cold hands meant- she knew it all and she didn’t want to believe it. But the colder it got, the more she couldn’t force herself to not believe.

She had always been practical. She had always resisted Lottie and her supernatural thoughts. But if she had just one glimmer of something real and tangible, a piece of your clothes, a speck of your dark eyeshadow from that night, the imprint of your lipstick on some dark tree, she would throw everything away for one chance.

So, she sits in front of the fire each night, tells herself it’s too late to go outside right now, that it would be useless, and she sits and she waits and she knows it will never come. You will never come.

She hears the rushed footsteps on the porch, like a flurry of snow, too many, too much, but she’s so tired she can’t care. Who even went out? Taissa, she thinks? Van too?

She’s selfish and horrible, but it’s hard to care about anyone else other than you.

The door slams open and shut quickly, and she faintly figures that another storm must have started and whoever it is ran in quick.

Someone breathes out your name.

She tears her eyes away from the fire, towards Melissa and Gen, almost angry that someone would say your name knowing that she lost you, you’re lost, and she misses you so much it makes her feel like she’s going to throw up.

But they are staring straight past her and towards the door. And she hears breaths, breaths she knows from nights spent with you tucked into her.

And she gets her hopes up.

She turns her head, grateful for her headband, because she doesn’t want to spend more time not looking at you when she could be staring at you.

Cold and half-blue, staring around at everyone like a tiny deer or some shit, scared, looking for something, someone-

“Y/N.”

And Natalie’s voice doesn’t feel like her own, and she curses the tears in her eyes making her vision blurry, and she doesn’t know who moves first, but you push away from Van and Tai and she stands up and practically trips over the small metal cups someone left over the floor.

But she doesn’t feel anything, her heart doesn’t even beat, not until she can wrap her arms around you and feel the rise and fall of your chest against her, feel your tears run down her neck, that she realizes her heart hasn’t even beaten since she lost you.

“I’m sorry,” she gasps, running her hand over your knotted hair, “Oh, God, I’m so sorry, I’m so…”

And it’s the first thing she really says to you after all this time.

—-

Eventually, someone had enough common sense to put a scratchy brown blanket over your shoulders, and Natalie spent every second adjusting it. After your tears had dried, after she had let herself truly believe that you were here, that’s when it had sunk in.

A different kind of cold in her, not like the placebo shivers she got whenever she looked at your tinged-blue skin, something like a straight drop of ice. Starting in her heart and spiraling outward like weeds growing in between her organs. She had felt guilt all her life, and she was no stranger to it, but she didn’t know she could feel this much all at once.

Even in here, in front of the fire with her, you still shivered every few seconds. And like her, you stared into it, let it blind you, and she let your beauty blind her. Even like this, starving and half-frozen, a shallow part of her still noticed that you were like the fire you looked into. There was still something in your eyes, some small ember, and she would hold onto that and urge it up into a wildfire for the rest of her life.

She has long since pressed her hands to your cold face and almost cried, quickly burying her face into your neck before she pulled back, asking one of the girls, no one in particular, to help start a bath for you.

Van crouches down in front of you.

“Y/N? Where were you? Did you find somewhere?”

And a part of her is curious too, so she just sits by. You’re facing the fire, in between her legs, and she sits awkwardly to the side of you- your legs strung over one of hers. She runs her hands over you, fixes the blanket, tries to softly detangle the knots in your hair. You barely move, you don’t speak, and it almost feels like she’s playing with a doll.

But she sees your chest and stomach rise and fall, and in this moment that movement just feels so everlasting. She’s hyper aware of this entire moment. She feels everything. She feels it so much.

You don’t even acknowledge Van, and she bites her lip, looking around. She sighs softly.

“Y/N, c’mon, just tell us. Did you find another cabin? Uh… a-a cave, or something?”

You still don’t answer. You still don’t even notice she’s there, but you shuffle closer to Natalie, a slight movement- only one she can feel.

She runs her thumb along your jawline.

“That’s enough,” she whispers. “She’s tired. No… no questions, nothing.”

She can feel everyone’s harsh glare on her, but she doesn’t care. Their curiosity, the idea of tomorrow, it doesn’t compare to you right now. It doesn’t matter, not after whatever you went through.

“Nat,” someone scoffs in disbelief.

“If she found something, we need to know,” Taissa pushes, and Nat tears her eyes away from you to watch Tai gesture towards Shauna and her round belly.

“C’mon,” she whispers to you, ignoring everyone who isn’t you. “Let’s go see if the bath is ready.” Maybe you nod. Maybe she imagines it. Slowly, she drags you up, and you’re so weak and tired it makes her tear up just a little more.

—-

After helping you slip off your dirty, ripped and ragged dress, Natalie realizes you have no big scars or marks. Besides for some scratches- like you had been running through the wilderness- and some bruises- like you had taken a few sharp falls- you were fine.

She helps you sit, watches as your teeth clench together and you adjust to the hot water, before she drags over the small stool and sits beside you.

She gently traces her finger around a half-faded bruise on your upper arm.

“Do any of them hurt?” she asks as softly as she can.

And it takes a second, but after a moment, you shake your head, staring in front of you at the water lapping against the metal tub.

Natalie breathes in deep and let’s it out slowly.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, her hand falling into yours, squeezing once. “It’s okay,” and she doesn’t know who she’s saying it to.

Finally, you look up at her and lock eyes with her. And it’s been so long since she looked anyone in the eyes like this, let alone you, that she freezes under the intimacy and watches as tears fill your eyes.

You screw your eyes shut, looking away from her, and all she can do is sit there and know that you suffered for so long without her, because of her.

“If I… I had just kept looking… then maybe- I-I don’t know.”

You shake your head ever so slightly.

She sighs and squeezes your hand again, trying to pull away from you. She reaches for the cloth she left hanging on the rim of the tub, white and browning with use and age.

“Nat,” you say, so softly, your voice scratchy and odd and it’s been so long she realizes she forgot what your voice sounded like.

“What?” she asks, frowning, but maybe a little too eager, because she wants to hear your voice again and again and feel you forever and ingrain it all into her brain. “What’s wrong?”

You pull at her hand with yours. And she looks into your eyes and softly let’s her hand drop from yours, standing up. And you watch as she slips off her jacket and her shirt, her pants and everything else, and soon she’s hissing as she steps into the burning hot water behind you.

And after a short moment that feels like it will never end, she gets used to the water and you slide up right in front of her, and she tries to stifle her soft tears.

“I missed you,” you say suddenly. “I… I love you.” And she knows she’ll remember your voice forever.

You take a few deep breaths, and she can feel it, and she’s knows you’re really there. You’re with her. You’re safe.

“I love you too,” is all she has the strength to whisper.

And she knows that this guilt will never end, but she also knows that what she feels for you will never end. This moment will be everlasting.

—-

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jupitercomet · 6 months

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omg def not trying to push this on you in any way but a marine biologist reader would be soo cool! like if she found out about nemo and got understandably more freaked out than the other characters and bradleys just calming her down and asking her to talk to him about sharks to keep her mind off mermaids existing eeee

okay so this is just a concept (!!) so don't hold me to it, but I thought this was a cute scenario so:

“So she— Oh my god—” The room feels like it’s shrinking and, even though you’re breathing, it feels like no air is making it into your lungs. “Bradley, she’s— She has a— Oh my god!”

You stumble back, away from the bathtub with a literal mermaid in it, and into Bradley’s firm chest. The rest of his friends are watching you hesitantly, and you might be embarrassed about how you were acting if you weren’t on the verge of a panic attack, but right now you can’t even begin to think about the impression you’re leaving on his friends. The mermaid—Nemo has the decency to look worried about you, so at least there’s that.

“She’s a mermaid,” Bradley tries to affirm cheerfully, holding you up in his tanned arms so you don’t collapse. “But it’s really not a big deal.” He forces a laugh. “Honestly, I forget most of the time.”

You shake your head vigorously. “I just thought she was from a different country. She— She is, right? You guys are just playing a prank on me. Because mermaids aren’t real. How could they be real? This isn’t—” Your head snaps up suddenly, looking at the group accusingly. “And her name is Nemo? What kind of sick joke is that?!”

Before anyone has the chance to say anything, Bradley is suddenly lifting you up with an awkward chuckle. “Okay, I think that’s enough exposure for one day. We’re just gonna talk in the living room for a bit as she processes this.” He gives his friends a nod and then he’s hauling you out of the bathroom and carrying you down the stairs.

“Am I dreaming?” You ask through gasping breaths. “I have to be dreaming, right?”

“You’re having a panic attack, honey.” Bradley sets you down on the couch gently, squeezing himself next to you as he shoots you a gentle, lopsided smile.

Through the erratic rise and fall of your chest, you shoot him a glare that you hope conveys the “No shit, Sherlock” emotion you’re currently feeling.

Bradley chuckles, grabbing your hand in his larger one. “You know, now that we’re alone, I’ve been meaning to ask you. How do scientists know how old a shark is?”

“What?” You look at him incredulously.

Bradley only stares back at you expectantly.

You huff. “They count the rings on their vertebrae. I’ve definitely told you that before.”

Bradley nods, tracing the bone of your middle finger to your hand. “And how many species of shark are there? I know there’s a lot, but I can’t remember.”

“500, Bradley. There are over 500 species of shark, now can we please talk about the literal—”

“And how long have sharks been around for?” He questions again, having now moved on to tracing your ring finger.

You wet your lips in confusion. “450 million years. Bradley, I know you know that.”

Again, he nods. “Oh, what about teeth?” Bradley furrows his brows. “I know they have, like, two rows, but how many—”

“Two rows?” You turn on the couch to face Bradley in disbelief. “Two rows? Bradley, most sharks have five rows of teeth. The bull shark has 50. And you know that tooth number is dependent on species—” You trail off when Bradley stops playing with your hand and it hits you suddenly that your breathing has regulated and you don’t feel that rush of adrenaline through your system.

Bradley looks up at you with a cheeky grin. “Gotcha.”

#surfer!bradley #what's up doc

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creedslove · 8 months

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Ur literally a wizard at writing i don’t know how you do it because GURLLLLL ur writing makes me more feral then a clicker… anyways

Could this be a headcon or and imagine I don’t know but I was thinking Joel is ur dads best friend you end up getting together romantically BOOOM the dad find out she’s sleeping with his best friend BUT ashes also pregnant with his baby I WONDER WHAT HIS REACTION WOULD BE

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: omg anon, this is sinful and I love it!!!

• When you finished college, you returned home to spend some time before you could get your shit together and find yourself a job

• so you went to your dad's new home

• he'd moved during the fall and you still hadn't had time to pay him a visit

• in the meantime, your dad had made new friends as they often gathered at your dad's at least once a week for poker night

• most of them were alright, just regular ordinary middle aged guys who had a few drinks and talked about life and played cards

• but there was one of them who wasn't the average dad's friend guy you'd met

• he was painfully handsome, a few years younger than the other guys but probably in his mid to late forties

• he had a gorgeous curly hair, brown eyes that scanned your body up and down whenever he thought you weren't looking

• and his smile

• Joel Miller had a beautiful smile

• you had exchanged a few words here and there and he was a pleasant guy

• but your interactions with Joel Miller didn't go further than that, until you were out at a bar for a few drinks, feeling a little low to find out your ex had got together with one of your friends and you bumped into Joel

• he could tell you were feeling upset so he offered you a drink, that turned into two drinks and then it turned into more

• and that was how you spent the night with your dad's best friend for the first time

• when you two woke up the next morning, you were both a little weirded out, and you promised it would be a one time thing

• but you couldn't keep Joel out of your mind, he had fucked you like no guy ever had, he was rough and gentle and caring and he buried his handsome face into your pussy and didn't stop eating you out until you'd cum for him

• and Joel couldn't keep you out of his mind, he just thought of your tight pussy every day and night and he forced himself to go after you

• so you two decided to keep seeing each other once a week, until it wasn't enough, as time went by you were seeing Joel almost every night

• and what was supposed to be just sex, was turning into something more, as the two of you were always taking care of each other, Joel was protective and sweet and you were just the same, taking care of your man

• it was pretty obvious you two were in love with each other but you didn't want to admit it, though it was too complicated as you two were a secret

• but you were just so into Joel you began getting sloppy and one day your dad overheard you talking on the phone and you had to come up with an excuse you had found a boyfriend

• he kinda was your boyfriend but you dad didn't know your boyfriend was also his friend

• the shit was when your dad rang the doorbell of Joel's home on a Saturday morning to borrow some tools and you answered the door in nothing but one of Joel's t-shirts

• and your dad went crazy

• that man thought he was having a heart attack right there and then, screaming at the top of his lungs and calling you and Joel awful things

• in fact, he even tried punching Joel, and you had to get in the middle of them

• after that, your dad kicked you out of home and told Joel he never wanted to see him again

• so Joel took you into his house, trying to make you feel better about things

• you thought the sickness you were feeling had to do with the sadness about your dad finding out your relationship with Joel

• but a pregnancy test later you found out it had another reason behind it

• you broke the news to Joel, who remained quiet for a while, shocked and trying to let the words sink in

• but once they did, he smiled at you, and he confessed his love for you

• and you confessed your love for him

• you and Joel began living your lives together and nine months later, you welcomed your baby

• your dad was moved to know he'd become a grandpa, even if he wasn't happy you had got together with his friend but you loved him and now you two had built a family together and he had to respect that

____

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