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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month ago

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Kiss it Better Pt:2

Curly x Reader

AN: Holy shit I did NOT expect all the love and support from the original like god damn! People begging for a part 2 and everything (I’ll make sure to tag those who asked for one at the bottom) Like oh my god thank you guys so much! This means the WORLD to me! As a disabled person trying to make his medical issues more accurate it means so much that yall love it and how I write in general! Thank you!

SUM: You and Anya were busy dealing with changing Curly’s wrappings together. Sharing stories, and just trying to stay positive. That’s when you just had to ask. What’s going on between her and Jimmy?

Warnings: Jimmy, sexual assault, Anya sharing her trauma so pls take care of yourself, medical gore, medical situations, light violence,

“Thank you again for handling Curly’s medication. I’m sorry I just-“ Anya would try to explain again how sorry she was that she was struggling to do her job. A job you could never blame her for. She’s been through a traumatic event of the ship crashing, and already had to try and save a near corpse. She deserves to breathe.

“Anya it’s fine, really. I’m his romantic partner as well. It be weird if I didn’t pick up some responsibility and tried to take care of him. You also deserve time to rest. You’ve done so much for him, and saved his life. Give yourself more credit. It’s not a sin to ask for help.” You would try and comfort her, as you would grab the fresh bandages for Curly.

He needed a lot of them, and they had to be changed out relatively often. He’s basically just exposed meat after all. The risk of infection was high, which you were wondering how he didn’t even catch any yet, so he needed alot of attention and care.

If only Pony Express had packed more, because the med bay was running out of them fast. Very very fast. Might be only able to maybe re wrap him a few more times now. Had you terrified because as much as you wanted to take care of him you had to leave some bandages for the rest of the crew. In case of another emergency.

You wish you could be doing more.

“We’re going to undress you. Is that alright?” Anya would ask Curly, who in return would give two blinks to indicate that he consented to being stripped. Was gonna have to be done but it was still so kind of Anya to still ask before hand.

The two of you would soon get to work on changing out his bandages. A very slow, careful, tedious job. One that normally took over a hour to do properly. So it’s time to kill some of that empty space.

“Ya know, this isn’t the first time over had to wrap up a certain someone because they got hurt. I remember a time when we were at a Ski resort with his family. Someone wanted to try a path that was meant for experts and before you know it someone’s returning to the lodge with his leg bone sticking out of his pants.”

Anya gave a little ‘oh my’ as you just laughed at the memory. Curly just adored sports. Especially the winter variety. You felt so blessed that he had a job that paid so well. Well enough that the two of you, and his own family sometimes, could go and enjoy vacations like that.

You wonder if the two of you will ever see the snow again.

“That sounds rather nice, minus the whole breaking his leg. To share a cabin together with someone. Cuddle for warmth together by the fire place. Sounds really nice.” She would speak dreamily. As if she knew it was simply that. A dream. Something that will never happen again. No matter how hard she tried.

Like something was wrong with her.

“I bet you’ll get that moment. When we escape here you’ll have a flooding of men and women coming your way. The brilliant woman who managed to fight death and win. Again and again. The most brilliant woman to ever live.” You would praise her, as you were very mindful of Curly’s catheter. As if that needed to be messed with.

“Yeah…..Maybe……” Anya didn’t really seem to actually respond. Was like she was just saying words for the sake of words. Had you wondering.

Even before the crash she had just started acting off one day. From being a cheerful woman who was gentle and full of smiles, to being so quiet and scared by the littlest of sounds. Like she expected someone to jump from around the corner and attack her. Any feeling of safety and comfort vanished.

You were worried.

“Say, Anya-“ You began to speak, while disposing the bandages safely into the bio hazard bag. “-Is everything ok? I mean duh we’re not doing to hot with being, ya know, crashed and all. But besides that. You just seem…..different.”

Anya seemed to not hear you. She simply worked on checking over Curly’s body. Hunting down any infections, looking for possible bed sores, monitoring his healing, and getting ready to do the ever so gentlest of sponge baths.

Anya did always get in the zone whenever someone was hurt. You figured she didn’t catch what you said because of it.

So repeated yourself, as you stood next to her. Impossible to miss what you were asking, as you would help Curly sit up and just move his joints to better reach with the sponge.

The only sounds in that room were Curly’s whines of discomfort. Whines to indicate truly how much pain he was in when even the pain killers can numb it.

“Anya….I know you can hear me. Is everything alright? Not to be rude but I’m kinda asking you a question.” You would be gentle, but she still couldn’t help but looked distressed.

“Anya what’s-“ You would reach a hand out, to comfort her, but the second it was raised towards her she would immediately flinch. Her startled reaction ended up even making her drop Curly’s leg on the table.

Oh that’s gotta hurt.

For a fleeting moment you put Anya on the back burner, and just focused your attention on comforting Curly. How he gave a weak sob from the intense pain.

“Shhhh I know Curly Fry. I know. It’s gonna be ok. It was an accident. You know she didn’t mean it. Shhh.” You would kiss his forehead, as Curly had a muscle spasm through his body from the intense shock to his system. So exhausted and in so much pain.

“It’s gonna be ok. I promise. I love you so much. Just think about our future. How we will get off this ship, and have that family. Have our own baby-“

The moment you said baby, that’s when Anya finally cracked.

Her hands were now covering her face, as she just broke down into sobs. Sobs that sounded so hoarse. Like she’s done it so many times that her body was just abused from it. Left you so worried and confused.

What the hell is going on here?

“Anya, what’s wrong? What did I say?” You would gently guide her to a chair, and worked on stroking her hair. Giving her as much comfort as you would to Curly. The same gentle love as he would get. Love she deserved.

It took a while for her to catch her breathe, and you didn’t rush it because it really seemed she needed it, but her own trembling body was finally able to quite down.

“I need to tell you something. I need to tell you something about Jimmy-“

You were quick to kneel down infront of her, and was ready to take in every last word she was going to say. Maybe what secrets she held could finally explain why the hell you all were crashed here. Why Jimmy crashed you all.

“Jimmy ra-“

That’s when the door opened.

As if that bastard had a sixth sense for whenever people were talking about him. That same annoyed expression, same sneer, same empty eyes.

All three of you kinda froze in time now. Looking at him, as he looked back at you all. Scanning you. As if judging to figure out what was being said before entering.

“Hey….Captain….” You swallowed, as you would return to standing. Anya herself remained in her chair, with her head down. Didn’t seem she trusted herself in showing any expressions right now.

“What were you guys talking about?” He asked, as he seemed slightly on edge. Like he hasn’t been sleeping well or had too much caffeine. Just this tension of paranoia was in the air. Like he was worried about something.

“Just about the bandages. We’re starting to run low, and Anya is just getting worried about having enough.” Wasn’t a complete lie. The best lies were the ones with truth sprinkled in.

“Of course he’s wasting our supplies.” He scoffed, before walking over to the table. You were trying to give Curly some respect with grabbing something to cover him up with, but it was like Jimmy wouldn’t let you. The stare he gave you, when you grabbed the clean hospital gown, made you just freeze in place.

It was just so full of hate.

It was just so full of disgust.

It was just cruelty in dark eyes.

It was just focused on you. As if Anya didn’t even exist right now. Like she meant nothing to him. Nothing but the wind in the air. Something you don’t even bother in registering every day. Like how you breathe in air in your lungs.

You don’t notice until it’s gone.

“Has he been given his medication?” He would ask you, as his hands would be firm on the bed side. Just seeming to assert his dominance with standing over the man. Like some got over the little people.

“Yes Jimmy. He’s been medicated. We are actually in the middle of washing him. It would be nice if there was some privacy-“ You tried to gently hint at, only for it yo fall on deaf ears.

"The crash really did do a number on you. You don’t even have a dick anymore. Just holes huh-?” Jimmy would scoff, as that was your final straw. You would give Jimmy a hard hip bump, and quickly covered Curly up. To give him dignity and respect.

“Hey-! Watch it! Don’t think because you are Curly’s little eye candy doesn’t mean you can go pushing people around-“ Jimmy would bark at you.

You didn’t feel fear.

Jimmy was messing with YOUR man now. Curly deserved dignity and respect. He doesn’t deserve to be called a ‘set of holes’ no way in hell. No one deserved that and ESPECIALLY not Curly.

“Will you just shut up?! What the hell are you even doing here?! Aren’t you the Captain now? Captains are suppose to be doing whatever it takes to help the crew. All you’ve been doing is walking around and insulting everyone! It’s like you don’t want us to be saved. Be a Captain and take some responsibility already-!”

The anger that he had for you was terrifying. You swore it was like a switch. He suddenly seemed taller, bigger, angrier, more intense. You felt like you were shrinking more and more. Like you would melt into a puddle under that heated stare.

But you refused to.

For Curly.

“Listen here you-“

SLAP

You smacked him across the face. Was like the world went mute. No one was so much as breathing. Just the stares of shock from Anya and Curly.

“Get. Back. To. WORK.”

You ordered, and he listened.

He would hold his red cheek, and walked away like a dog with its tail between its legs. As if he was all talk and no bite. That he couldn’t bring himself to be more than an angry voice.

Someone needed to keep him in his place.

“Can this damn ship get any more hectic?” You sighed with your fingers to the bridge of your nose. Just trying to think clearly.

That’s when Anya found her voice.

“I’m pregnant.”

You opened your eyes wide, and was frozen in place.

Did you hear that right? No no. No way. Why would she be pregnant? How would she get pregnant? Who would get her…

“Oh my god.”

You slowly turned around to Anya with the puzzle pieces falling into place. You finally realized what had happened.

Jimmy never was a responsible man.

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taiyouhimerich · 9 months ago

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wow yeah im stealing my own cai bot is this what they call creativity????

“Smells like sweet home”

Husband! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

tags and warns: aaaw cmon just a bit of soft thing, it colds even be safe for work! but with just a little bit of mention of sexual interaction, so still 18+ mdni!!!

psss gonna make part 2 w/ aomething morrrrre

Words count: 1,4k (and yes thats alot for me)

Leon never needed much from life: he dreamed about what all American men probably dream about. You know, a white picket fence, a housewife always waiting for him at home and ready to welcome him after a hard day's work, and a couple or triple adorable children who would run up to him, hugging him, missing their daddy. And for a long time it seemed to him that all these dreams were shattered the moment he ran over the barricades on the road leading to Raccoon City.

But that belief was shattered the moment he saw you. Beautiful, graceful, soft, just perfect for him, how could he not notice you among all the crowds of these gloomy, rude, cruel people? He felt like an insecure teenager again, noticing the most beautiful girl in school, a feeling he hadn't had in a couple dozen years. Courting you was ordinary, romantic, but nothing fancy, but it still won your heart. Or maybe it was the way a grown-up man blushed and sweated like a puberty boy when he saw you, you don't know for sure, but it was definitely something that made you start dating him.

If you ask him now, he would say that he does not even remember what happened until the moment when he knelt in front of you, taking out a modest but beautiful ring in a velvet box from his pocket. Standing in front of you at that moment, he was thinking that he didn't know what he would do if you said no, and you could swear that you saw tears in his eyes when you agreed. Your fiance looked like a tiny puppy, wagging his tail and running around his owner with joyful barking while you put on your wedding dress, asking him to stay close and help with the corset at the same time. You were amazing: the beautiful white fabric flowed over your body as if you were doused with milk, and several layers of tulle under your skirt made your figure even more magnificent. He hugged you tightly after he was done with the lacing, while you tried to chase him away, laughing kindly, saying something about you needing your personal time, when she leaned into your ear, tucking a strand of your hair before whispering.

“Then let it be as you say, I'll give you your so-called personal time, because from the first second of our honeymoon, I won't let you go for even a moment....”

And he didn't lie, he never lied to you, because no matter how much you both wanted to go to an Indonesian beach or watch flamingos, you couldn't get out of bed. Oh, how you fucked, all the food you ate was from room service, you were on the bed, on the floor, in the luxurious bathroom, even on the balcony at night, you did everything you could think of while Leon pressed against you, kissing under your ear, pleading, but deep voice purring.

“Just one more time, Mrs. Kennedy.”

Mrs. Kennedy did something incredible to you, and you succumbed over and over and over again, allowing him to enjoy you, his beloved woman, his wife... and considering how furiously he thrusted into you, the mother of his children at the same time. So neither of you were surprised when, a month after your honeymoon, your period didn't come, and the next day you saw two stripes on the test. Even twice, so that the results are for sure. You heard the joke that two positive tests mean two children, it was from Leon when he joked about it, and you slapped him on the back of the head, making him laugh, but when doctor told you at the first ultrasound that you were going to have twins, you were both shocked. In a pleasant shock, to be precise.

And this was the moment that he loved to remember every time he returned home to his dear wife, unlocking the front door with keys so quietly that his newborns would not wake up. Most of all, he wanted to throw his bag on the floor right in the hallway, along with his unbuttoned uniform, and fall on the bed, without a shower and dinner, although dinner at three in the morning is a terrible idea. When he lets out a tired sigh, hearing his vest release his chest, falling to the floor with a soft booming thud, he hears the rustling and creaking of your bedroom door, immediately tensing up and turning his head in that direction. A smile paints his face with happiness when you come out to him, in a pink fur robe and slippers in the form of pugs, coming closer, and slightly timidly spreading your arms in an invitation to a hug.

“My pretty one....” He mumbles, taking a step towards you and wrapping you in a tight hug, letting you bury your forehead in his shoulder.

“I missed you, Lee....”You gently stroke his back, running your palms over his shoulder blades when you feel his kiss in your hair. You can't help but giggle softly, kissing him somewhere on the jaw, feeling his unshaven stubble with your lips. It makes you laugh again and pull away, putting your hands on his chest with a smile. “Unscathed?”

“Kinda. A little injuries here and there, but nothing I couldn't handle, you know me.”He laughs hollowly, placing his palms on your forearms to pull you closer and kiss your cheek. “I missed you too... and our little ones.... How are they?”

“Scott is just perfect, and Melissa has become more moody in recent days.” You respond by sighing softly while his kisses make you giggle. “She is not so willing to being fed with breast, I have to use a pumper.... God, there's too much of you in this girl, you know.”

Leon laughs, quietly, so that God forbid not to wake up your children. “I don't think I've ever been able to give up on your breasts.”His lips continue to shower kisses on your face as he gradually descends to your neck, pushing back the collar of your robe. Huh. He even remembers the times when you met him in a red silk nightgown and black lace underwear… Well, after the wedding and pregnancy, your wardrobe has changed significantly. But that doesn't mean it's bad for him. Come on, he likes how homely you are!

His lips find your collarbone when he runs his tongue over your skin, sucking greedily, under your quiet but ringing giggle, and it makes you let out a soft moan. Your hands find his head with a familiar movement, intertwining with his hair as you mumble. “I don't think I've ever offered you...”

“Do you want to do it now?”His cheeky grin is audible even when you can't see his face, while he buries his head in the neckline of your robe, nuzzling into the cleavage between your breasts. He knows for sure that you will slap him on the back of the head, confusedly mumbling something about how it's something perverted, but he can't help but inhale, closing his eyes and soaking up the smell of your boobs. Those round soft tits, all big and swollen because of the milk, smelling of sweet, warm this very milk.... His children, his precious daughter and son, smell the same scent because your milk is what is always around them, so this smell is so cozy, homely, relaxing him and making him forget about all those horrors he looked at during his missions....

That's where he ends up, but not because you push him away, no. He stays between your boobs, continuing to take this bath of your milky scent until he feels... ashamed. When this process heals his mental wounds enough for him to think more sensibly, he realizes how embarrassing this thing really is. That he's literally obsessed with your boobs and sniffing them like some kind of pervert. He feels the warmth of your chest against his face for a little longer, and then pulls away, straightening up and straightening your robe. He can't help but squeeze them lightly in his palms, and before you can say anything, he looks away, clears his throat, and pats you on the shoulder, walking around you and muttering.

“Gonna check on ours.”

Later, you will find this tough, exhausted man sitting on the floor between the cradles of your children, sticking only his fingers between the partitions to hold each of the babies by the palms. A soft smile spreads across your tired face. What a cutie. All of them.

definitely p2 guys i just feel ashamed to make it as a one pretty big post, so I splitted that…..

#leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy re6 #leon kennedy death island #leon kennedy infinite darkness #leon kennedy smut #taiyouhime

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chuubian · 3 months ago

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Kinktober week one:

Under the table

Tags Toji x fem reader, semi-public sex, mean and controlling Toji, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be safe), breeding kink, biting, unrealistic sex, MDNI

A/N I started a bit last minute so i cant do many but i dont write smut alot so i hope this is okay 😭😭

Your waitress was so sweet. Too sweet, really. Toji was a force to be reckoned with, not bothering with formalities or even talking like a regular human being. As soon as you were seated in the booth, he slipped right in beside you. You knew the drill. No speaking to waitstaff by yourself. He orders everything for you. As the server walks away, Toji's large hand rests on your knee- squeezing gently.

“Don't make a sound.”

The command shoots through your body and etches itself into your brain. Everything he says and does is permanently branded into your soul. It's like you were made to follow him. Toji’s thick fingers travel up slowly, teasing you, gently playing with the hem of your skirt. But you knew better. He wasn't nice for no reason.

Pushing his hand away shyly, you pull back down your skirt— attempting to keep your dignity.

“Toji… not here…”

You whisper softly, there's no reason people around need to know what's happening. Toji isn't amused. He lets out a low grunt. His fingers dig into the flesh of your inner thigh cruelly.

“Don't argue. Remember your place.”

A breath hitches in your throat and you don't want to fight back any more, but this is wrong. Your hands find their place in the fabric of his black shirt, curling. He chuckles at your reaction, fingers tapping at your inner thigh.

“But-“

He cuts you off.

“I told you to shut up. Are you trying to disobey me? Do I have to punish you?”

You cower under the intense aura radiating off him. Toji takes it as his chance. Firm fingers brush against the thin fabric of your panties— he easily finds your clit, focusing on drawing quick little circles over the sensitive bud. Sparks of pleasure flash behind your eyes, making your body tremble.

“T-toji…”

A large hand slides down your hair and settles on your shoulder, squeezing sternly in warning.

“Quiet.”

Your legs are weak. Thighs quivering, you try to hold back the urge to snap them shut. If you did, Toji would just pry them apart again.

It's embarrassing— having him act so unrestrained in public. He's shameless. What if people see? You could get arrested for this. It's not an empty restaurant by any means, it wouldn't be unthinkable.

A low buzzing sensation covers your entire body, settling over your skin. His touch doesn't let up. Your hips twitch uncontrollably against his fingers. It's like your body is not your own. He's playing you like a fiddle.

Wetness is soaking through your underwear, surely already dripping down onto the seat. It's all too much. Your head is spinning, thoughts turning muddy and nebulous. God. Where were you again?

The next thing you know, a strong arm is wrapping around your waist, dragging you out of your seat, and towards the bathroom.

"Come with me."

A gruff voice cuts through the daze and speaks directly at you. The door barely shuts before Toji is pushing your shirt up over your head. His calloused fingers leave trails of fire across your back and waist— making sure to torment you by nipping at all the sensitive spots hidden throughout your body.

His arms tighten around you. His lips trail up your spine and settle on sucking at the spot behind your ear. His breath brushes over your skin. It's warm. Too warm. Your heart is beating out of your chest and a wave of nausea suddenly hits you. Oh you're gonna get heatstroke for sure.

Toji wastes no time, pulling your panties halfway down, not bothering with stupid things like being gentle or kind.

“Fucking hate these. Why do you even wear them? you don't need them.”

He hikes up your skirt, revealing your bare ass to the freezing cold bathroom air.

“As long as you're with me, you better not wear this shit ever again.”

Goosebumps rise over your arms and legs as Toji runs a finger down your wet cunt. A surprised gasp spills past your lips. Toji takes it as his cue, sinking in a thick finger.

“Fuck…”

An embarrassing squelching sound fills the air. You hide your face in your arms, legs shaking and struggling to hold up.

“Hah… You're so easy to rile up baby. So wet, just for me.”

You can practically hear the sleazy smile plastered on his stupid smug face. The edges of your vision start to blur— your body is refusing to work, focusing only on the way Toji expertly manipulates your anatomy for his own benefit. He knows exactly what he's doing. He's the Devil.

He's greedy. Hardly any time has passed before he's gliding his finger out of your pussy, and tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down eagerly. The fat head of his cock slaps against his solid abs, leaving behind a small dribble of precum on his tummy. His hand— wet with your juices— travels back down to your hip, squeezing roughly.

“Toji..!”

You whine out. He's taking too long. It's not like you were the one who asked for this, it was all his stupid idea anyways and he was still refusing to hurry up. His hand raises up high in the air and comes back down hard before you can process what's happening. Your ass burns— a red hand is definitely going to imprint itself on your skin, branding you as his, even if only for a few minutes.

“Yeah, yeah I get it. Shut up.”

He drags your hips back, pressing his cock against your needy cunt. But he's being so mean. He refuses to push in just yet, content with just grinding himself against you.

“Fuck… what if I just do this huh? Get myself off and leave you all needy and helpless.”

A loud groan rips itself out of your lungs. He can't. He wouldn't. Right?

“Please… Toji…”

A strong grip clutches onto your hair, pulling at the threads harshly. You cry out loudly, your scalp pulses and aches.

“Shut up. I won't say it again.”

With that, he plunges his thick cock in mercilessly— stretching you open. No prep and minimal foreplay doesn't seem to be something that bothers Toji as he buries himself inside as deeply as he can. you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“Ughn… So tight… Fuck.”

He grunts into your ear and nuzzles at your throat, pulling at you until your back is pressed against his strong, still-clothed chest. You're thankful for it. Your legs would not have lasted much longer.

Slowly, he drags his hips back until only the tip is left inside. You choke out a needy whine. Weakly, you attempt to smack his arm— to get him moving. But he refuses to. Instead, he tightens his grip around you and laughs.

“Hurry.”

You barely get the full word out before he's slamming back in. It burns so good. You choke out a mewl, eyes fluttering shut. Your entire lower half aches, and your back feels like it's going to rip itself apart. The only thing holding you together is Toji.

“Agh… you're gonna be the death of me.”

No time is wasted before he starts thrusting inside you violently. His hips ram into the soft flesh of your ass, and his cock is carving out a spot for itself— causing delicious friction against your gummy walls. You're stretched beyond belief. Even after so many times you still can't get used to it.

“O-oh god…”

His hold on you tightens.

“That's not my name.”

Rocking your hips back against him, Toji groans loudly in your ear. The drag of skin on skin is heavenly. Echoing in the empty bathroom is the sound of pleasure— of pure bliss. The blunt head of his cock hits your cervix, creating ripples of indescribable pleasure through you. You can't think or speak. Everything comes out in incoherent babbles.

“Nghh… T-toji… h-hahh.. mmm..”

He doesn't slow down, if anything it encourages him more.

“That's it, just let go. Don't think.”

Nothing else matters at this point. Not the people waiting outside, who have probably all heard your cries of ecstasy. And certainly not the eventual soreness that will come with letting Toji use you. You can feel your brain turning off, your thoughts becoming a distant haze. Tojis dick is literally making you dumb.

Drool drips out of your lips and down your chin in thick dollops. You don't bother cleaning it. Your pussy pulsates around Tojis cock, trying to squeeze everything out of him. It's practically sucking him in. His thrusts get more desperate— slamming in harder and faster.

“Take it. I'm gonna breed you. Get you pregnant.”

Those words only made you want him more. You’re sure your ass is a deep red, almost purple color by now— abused by Toji's unintentionally violent expression of affection.

“Please… g-give it to me..”

With one last push, he buries himself in as deep as he can, biting at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Your pussy squeezes around him as you’re sent careening into your orgasm. Your hands grab onto anything they can, nails digging into his skin hard— it's sure to leave crescent shaped indents. Hot ropes of cum spill into you, filling you just like Toji wants.

When you finally regain the ability to think again, you shakily get up. Your legs can hardly hold up and you're a sweaty disheveled mess. A shiver runs up your spine as you feel his cum dripping down your thigh. Toji snorts. How is this funny to him?

"This is your fault, you know? You should be helping me, not watching."

You turn to glare at him. He holds his hands up in defeat.

"I know I know, it's just funny seeing you like this."

Strong hands help hold you up— gently cleaning you up and getting you dressed again. Your clothes feel dirty now. There's nothing visible on them, but they were on the floor just a few minutes ago. Toji's fingers gently rub against your lower stomach as he leads you out of the bathroom again. He doesn't bother going back to the table, or paying for the drinks you ordered, instead leading you out of the restaurant and back home.

#jjk toji #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji smut #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #toji fushiguro fanfic #toji zenin #kinktober

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stellawolfearts · 6 months ago

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With Season 5 of LMK coming out this weekend, I'm setting some ground rules here cause last time was a mess.

Do not tag me in any spoilers.

Do not send any spoilers in my inbox.

Doing either will result in a block, you can still send me asks about LMK but if it involves any new season 5 info you're getting shoved in the 'I didnt listen' box.

I'm not gonna watch season 5 the second it comes out, I'm gonna either wait for the dub or if I just can't wait long, ill wait till subs come out somewhere.

Trust me you guys will know when I've watched season 5.

That being said

TAG YOUR SPOILERS

This isn't just for me, but for everyone on Tumblr and other socials. Not everyone wants to drown in spoiler content the second it comes out, some of us have jobs, school, other responsibilites that keep us from watching it emmediatly. and some of us wanna wait till thiers some form of english translation. So for a while please remember to tag your spoilers.

Also last time i remember seeing alot of people (i did it too oopsies) do this.

like in twitter. instead use this.

Thats the 'read more' function. if theres anything you want to hide under a censor that is a good easy way to do it. it's not a replacement for tags but it is a good way to go

"hey heres season 5 spoilers. click keep reading to see em"

Lastly, here are some tags to mute, block or use when season 5 comes out.

#lmk season 5 spoilers #lmkseason5 #lmks5 #lmkspoilers #lmk season 5

#monkie kid #lmk #lmk season 5

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probablyreadinsmut · 13 days ago

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How you doin' daddy?

Summary: In this Reader is Dieter Bravos PA, you've been working for him for around 4 years, cleaning up his messes, making appointments for him, going on coffee runs etc. Dieter is Dieter, we know him, we love him, reader mostly tolerates his bullshit. He's not a bad guy, he just has his demons. Alot of them.

But when he's forced to deal with the repercussions of his past, reader is dragged along for the ride.

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Reader is afab, has breasts and a vagina. No mention of height, weight or skin colour. Reader has hair, no mention of texture type, style, length or colour. Readers nickname is Star.

Tags for this fic: Eventual Smut, Accidental parenthood(?), fluff, angst, pregnancy.

Warnings for this chapter: None? Just poor proofreading going on here 😅

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags: @aliceblxck

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Chapter 4 - Awesome Sauce.

Sleep eluded you that night, despite how tired you were. You'd doze off only to be woken up by phantom cries, sitting bolt up right in bed ready to rush to her nursery, only to realise you were infact not in Dieters sprawling 6 bedroom home, but your own tiny one bed apartment. You had too much on your mind.

Isabel, you did miss her, you missed being away from her, it was problematic that you've found yourself getting attached to her, sure it was bound to happen considering how you'd been her primary caretaker for those months he was away, but she wasn't your child. You'd have to get over it, you would get over it.

And then there was the Dieter of it all. Your boss. The man you hadn't even given a second thought over the years you'd spent in his company. And now suddenly he's irresistible to you? Having fantasies about him, masterbating over those fantasies? Nope. You're gonna nip that shit in the bud, pronto. Cold turkey. This can't happen.

It still baffles you as to why this is happening? Maybe you have a competence kink, you saw the way he slipped into being a dad and it changed your perspective on him. Still, it can't and won't happen. He doesn't see you that way anyway.

With a frustrated huff you throw yourself back into the pillows, willing your brain to just shut up and go the fuck to sleep.

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December 5th, 2023.

Dieter's on edge today, ansty as hell. Checking the clock every 5 minutes while on set just wanting the day to be done so he can get home to her. He'd given himself a few weeks at home to really settle in before Gretchen gave him a harsh reality check.

"Dieter you were in rehab for 3 months, if you don't get back out there soon, work will dry up real fucking fast!" She'd said it bluntly. He liked it when people were honest with him but it didn't mean he wasn't still arrogant about it, he was an actor after all.

"I'm Dieter Bravo, work doesn't dry up for me." He knew that was a lie, Hollywood chews people up and spits them out faster than you can say 'Remember that actor who was in that thing? Yeah well I saw him on Hollywood Boulevard dressed up as superman'. Thoughts like that make him shudder. Thinking back to how rough it was when he first got here, he did the cliché thing any struggling actor does, working as a waiter to pay the rent on a shitty studio apartment on the rough side of town, while he chased his dream on the side. He'd clawed his way to the top, but that didn't make him special, a lot of actors and actresses had it the same way. But with the rise of Nepo babies in the industry these days, everyone's an actor if they want to be, getting the helping hand he didn't have, it leaves him a little bitter honestly. Dieter didn't get his big break until he was in his mid 30s, a reoccurring part as a side character in a high fantasy HBO drama.

From there it was a steady stream of work, some small roles, some bigger. Main character in a TV show, supporting actor in a high budget movie. He didn't really know he'd made it until Hunger Strike blew up. The press junket for that was insane. It would have made twenty-somethjng Dieters head spin. It made his head spin. Then he'd won his Oscar and honestly he was a little insufferable to be around for a while after that because that's when coke problem got out of hand, what was a thing he'd just do at parties because 'everyone else is doing it anyway', became a habit and as a creature of habit himself, he quickly found that he couldn't kick it, didn't want to even if he tried.

"Dieter, I'm serious, I know you're loving being a dad and I am immensely proud of you for how well you've taken to fatherhood" And Gretchen truly is, the Dieter she'd taken under her wing in the late 90s was this scared boy with big dreams and a cocky facade, she saw him at his lowest and now she was seeing him at his highest, but it was when he was out of work and money doesn't grow on trees. "But you need to get back out there, remember that ad campaign I was telling you about? For Cartier? They're very interested, more so now they know about your rebrand"

Rebrand. It wasn't exactly a rebrand. He'd gotten sober and the media had found out he was a dad now. Not that he was trying to hide it or anything but Dieter has never been the sort to post things on his Instagram about his personal life, it's not like he'd ever be one of those parents that posts a picture of little feet with a sickeningly sweet caption attached.

He'd been papped in his neighbourhood while out on a walk with Isabel strapped to his chest. He'd spotted the vultures, of course he had, once upon a time he'd have told them to fuck off but he knew from past experience some of them don't give a shit about boundaries and he didn't want to risk any sort of confrontation with his baby girl there. So he pretended to ignore them, pretended to ignore the clicks and flashes, the questions.

He couldn't ignore it forever though, not when the gossip sites picked it up and started speculating about who the mother could possibly be. They'd never work it out, Svetlanas agent had made sure of that, her clients image was her main priority, so she'd buried any evidence of her link to him. Besides, Svetlana had asked him to keep it a secret when she'd left Izzy with him, so he had and he would take it to his grave if he needed to.

It was comical actually, seeing the guesses, proving the gossip sites are just that, gossip.

'Sources say he used a surrogate' He hadn't even had a fucking clue that Svetlana was pregnant in the first place. Wrong. "It was overheard that he's secretly married and his wife stays out of the spotlight" Wrong again. "I'd heard he was gay? Suddenly he has a baby?" Yes because gay people can't be parents? Seriously the deep routed homophobia in Hollywood was never ending, not to mention the blatant bi/pan erasure.

And then there was this one. "A source says they saw his PA-" And then they had the audacity to spell your name wrong, great journalism going on here "-Pushing a pram around the neighbourhood close to Dieters Sherman Oaks home, perhaps he's been dipping his pen in the company ink so to speak?"

There was a picture attached to that post, grainy like it had to have been taken through a very long distance lens, but it was undoubtedly you, a bright, beaming smile as you pushed the pram along the sidewalk, looking down into the carriage, with no idea that you were being stalked. Probably for the best either way, given your history with the paparazzi in his neighbourhood.

So he'd reluctantly put out a statement on Instagram, social media announcements were a foreign concept to him, he didn't owe anyone this explanation but if it would shut people up he'd begrudgingly do it.

The words were bold on a plain white background, posting it to his main grid rather than on his story and he'd turned the comments off.

'Yes it's true, I'm a father now. I will not be taking requests for media participation regarding this. Just know that I'm loving fatherhood, my child is the light of my life and no I will not be disclosing her maternal parentage. Please respect my wishes on this.

-D.B.'

Short and sweet, to the point. It was a contrast to his last post however, he wasn't a frequent poster by any means so the last time he had posted was 5 months prior and that was an old repost of him at the Oscars just because he thought he looked hot in that one particularly and it had been a while. Overall Dieter tries to stay away from technology as much as possible, he made sure everyone knew how he felt about Bluetooth at any given opportunity.

Dieter wasn't particularly fond of the WiFi nanny cams he'd had installed either, afraid the 'radio waves they emit would lower Isabels IQ', a sentence you'd snorted at. But right now, as he sits on set, impatiently bouncing his leg, waiting for the photographer to show up so they can get this show on the road, he can't help but slip his phone out of his pocket and open up the app to check in on his favourite little lady.

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You'd agreed to watch Isabel for him today, knowing he wasn't keen on the idea of hiring someone anymore, he wasn't so sure he wanted a stranger to watch her when she's gotten so used to certain people and let's face it, you didn't mind either, this kid had softened you, she'd softened Dieter more, but you?

So here you are, hands over your face playing peekaboo with Izzy laying in your lap, you'd completely lost count by now how many times you'd done this already, my god this girl loves repetition.

"Where's Izzy? There she is!" Every time. Every single time the same the rapturous cackles leave her, you can't help but laugh along, you'd play Peekaboo for a thousand hours if it meant you could keep making her laugh like that.

"Oh sweetheart.." You laughter slowly dissolves into a soft smile, picking her up to hold her out in front of you, little feet dancing on your lap as she brings her fist to her mouth chewing on it with tiny happy gurgles. "You have no idea how much I love you do you?" Big brown eyes just blink back at you, now gnawing on that same fist, drooling all over it, you can't help the little chuckle that leaves you at that "Someone's teething huh? Growing up so fast... C'mon Izzy it's almost nap time baby"

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'You have no idea how much I love you, do you?'

If Dieter hadn't been on set he might have shed a tear or two at that. He'd opened the app at just the right time, hearing those giggles was enough reassurance for him but he found himself sticking around, unable to take his eyes off the screen, watching at you sat on the couch with her, how good you were with her and how obviously attached to each other you were. It warmed his heart. This is why you'd insisted on him installing these cameras, for his peace of mind, you'd seen how anxious he was to even leave her at all.

Before Isabel came along, he was pretty sure you hated him a little, with how stern and bossy you were towards him sometimes, then again maybe that's what he needed? A kick up the ass from someone who deep down, actually cared about him. You're still doing it now, just in a gentler way and he appreciates it endlessly, more than you know.

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When you get back into the living room after putting Izzy down for her nap, you decide to give your mom a call to catch up. You hadn't gone home for Thanksgiving, it's not your favourite holiday, the stress of travelling for it, the relatives who haven't even seen you in years and always forget your name, honestly? It was a little monotonous.

Dieter never celebrated it anyway, not since he was old enough to be in his own place. His answer for why he didn't was 'Why would I want to celebrate a genocidal holiday?' and the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. So this year you'd spent it at Dieters place, having an 'anti thanksgiving' as such. There was no place you'd rather be.

As the phone rings you set it down on loud speaker, starting to tidy up the living room as you wait for your mom to answer, this woman is so slow to get to the phone, always answering on the last ring.

"Is that my baaaabbby?" Yes she was that type of mom.

"Hi mom" You respond with an amused drone in your voice. "Yeah it's me, just wanted to check in and see how you were doing? How was Thanksgiving? Did Uncle Fester show up?" That was yours and your brothers 'affectionate' nickname for the uncle who never seemed to shower, another good reason to avoid thanksgiving.

"Oh god no and that is what I'm grateful for this year, I think we all were!" Her chuckle down the phone makes you smile as you're tossing toys into the basket under your arm, you did miss her, along with your brother and his family, making a mental note to atleast try to fly out sometime in the new year "We're all good here baby, just getting ready for Christmas now! Does your boss at least celebrate that?" You talked to your mom about Dieter a lot and while she couldn't quite wrap her head around certain things he did, she didn't judge. Not too much anyway.

"Well no not usually, he says it's just a scam to get people to buy shit they don't need, but I think he's considering doing a little something this year since he has Isabel now, it's kinda sweet." Dieter had been hinting at it, suggesting that maybe it might be nice to put up a tree in front of the big window that overlooks his expansive back yard and pool, maybe you'll convince him to let you take him and Izzy Christmas tree shopping this weekend?

"Oh well that would be nice, I remember your first Christmas like it was yesterday. You threw up all over santa!"

The wheeze you let out at that is ungodly, you've heard this story so many times but it's the way your mom says it, sounding like she's getting all wistful and reminiscent and then she pulls that out. She's fucking hilarious without even trying.

"And um... How's the... Yknow... The little crush you've got going on?"

"Mom!"

"What? Why tell me if you didn't want me to ask hm?" Fair point, you think.

"It's um... Well I'm just trying to ignore it honestly."

"Ignore it? Why? Have you seen that man? If I were 20 years younger..."

A groan leaves you when she says that, you do not need that image in your head "Oh no mom please!"

"What? He's gorgeous."

"Yes and he's my boss mom. Plus he has Isabel and he doesn't even--" Oh shit. The nanny cams.

"Uh actually mom I have to go I think I hear Izzy crying, talk to you later byeeee love you!"

"Oh okay? I love y--" She's cut off by you hanging up, tossing your phone onto the couch like it's burning you to touch it.

Maybe it you're lucky he won't watch the footage back for today? Why would he? He trusts you.

Or maybe he will and you'll just move to Canada and start a new life under a false identity! Oh god, you're not a religious person, but right now, you find yourself praying to a diety you don't even believe in that he wont watch that footage back.

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Dieter was still waiting for the photographer to show up, the shoot assistants were coming up to him to personally apologise for the delay every five minutes or so, to which he waved them off, it wasn't their fault this guy was an incompetent jackass after all.

Despite his annoyance, he needed a way to pass the time.

A wolfish grin spreads across his lips when he remembered a feature the nanny cam had, two way audio. Ever the prankster, even at his age. He was going to open the app and speak into it planning on saying something dumb to scare you, the first thing coming to mind was 'There is no Dana, only Zuul.' He'd recently rewatched all the Ghostbusters movies one night when Izzy was restless so it was fresh in his mind.

As he opens the app, he sees you back in the living room, picking up the toys that were strewn across the floor, mute was on but he could see you were talking and curiosity got the better of him.

Imagine his surprise when he unmuted it just in time to hear

'How's the... Yknow... The little crush you've got going on?' Crush? On who? Wait no he shouldn't be doing this, it's intrusive and... Who's gorgeous? Why is he so bothered to hear you have a crush on someone? 'It's not like...

'Yes and he's my boss mom. Plus he has Isabel--'

"Mr. Bravo, the photographer has arrived." With wide unblinking eyes, Dieter stares up at the confused looking assistant, hastily locking his phone and shoving it back in his pocket.

You. Have a crush. On him.

"Oh... Awesome-sauce."AWESOME SAUCE!? Those are legitimately the words that just left his mouth. He'd heard it, the assistant who is now looking downright concerned heard it.His brain is soup right now and he's just saying things, cringing at himself a little.

" S-sorry, I'm coming..."

And now Dieter has to get up and pose for this fucking photo shoot, all the while he's having an internal meltdown over this information?!? Fuck. Good thing he's an Oscar winning actor, huh?

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A/N: There's a reason why I've never physically described Svetlana (other than the fact that I'm terrible at describing what people look like) and that is because of this part 'perhaps he's been dipping his pen in the company ink so to speak?'. The idea is that Svetlana and Reader (you) have enough similarities in appearance, that the baby could be mistaken as your own biological child (aside from Dieters ridiculously strong genetics that is). Just wanted to put that out there! :)

#dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo

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heeseungismymanz · 3 months ago

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𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

Synopsis: You and heeseung have been dating for about 3 months now. You both were the most popular people on the entire campus. It was all fine until you two got in a fight because of his ex. But now you have to go your own 𝒲𝒶𝓎.

Mentioning: All of enhypen (heeseungs friendgroup), yunjin lsfm (y/n bestie), yunah illit (heeseungs sister and your bestie), karina aespa (y/n bestie), keeho p1h (y/n brother), yeji itzy ( heeseungs ex ),more..

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Pairing: Popular bf!Heeseung x Popular gf!Fem Reader

Taglist: @mitmit01 @mimisxs

BOLD = CANT BE TAGGED

Warnings: Cursing,Fighting,love language is pt so will hug,cuddle alot,nothing much,idrk! (this specific chapter might be cringe)

SFW MINORS ALLOWED!!

𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

Thinking about it you realized you met him at Yunah's party. That was the day you met the Lee Siblings! Also when he met you and asked "I like you can i have your number?" Remembering that you decided to relive that moment and started replaying the memories.

You were at Yunah's house and she asked you to grab somethign from her room. You didnt know that the room on the right was hers and you went to the left. Oh boy did you know what was happening in there. You walked in to the room on the left and walked in to see some random group of hot dudes all playing League Of Legends. You did NOT expect that. "Oh sorry, but what are you doing in Yunah's room?" You asked the group of boys. Wow you were stupid. "Uh this is my room.." You tilt your head as you look at the boy who said that. His room? Who is he? "Uh who are you?". Are you dumb though? "Wow thats a new one. I guess ill introduce myself. Im Lee Heeseung." Holy shit bro. You never seen him but heard about him. Your in THE LEE HEESEUNGS room. "Oh sorry-" you tried saying before getting cut off. "Its fine your Yoon Y/N right?" Heeseung said. How did he know? "Oh yeah." You say shrugging. "Oh your Keeho's brother right? Your the most popular girl" Someone else shouts. "Oh uhm yeah!" you say trying to leave the room but they keep talking to you. "Im Jake." Oh so the one who said your keehos brother is Jake. "Dont be friends with him! Hes a loser and a bop. Im Riki." oh, so this is a competition about friends. "Yah! Dont say that Riki, your making yourself a loser! By the way im Sunoo :)" wow. so your gonna assume the other 3 are Sunghoon, Jay, and Jungwon. How do you know this? Yunah told you about them, plus you've seen them. "Oh well ima go bye!" You said while looking at Heeseung. He was smiling and you might have smiled back. You walk into Yunah's room and grab her hat like she asked. "Im back!" you yell walking down.

"What took you so long Yn?" Yunah asked you. "I got a little distracted" Wait when did he ask you out? That night lasted FOREVER. Oh yeah when you went to grab a jelly shot he and his friend group was there. You tried grabbing the jelly shots from the cabinet (why were they there?) but failed. You were lowkey embarrassed. "Here i got you." Someone says pressing his body against your while reaching to get it. You turn around "Oh thanks hee-" you got cut off AGAIN. "Your welcome princess. By the way your really pretty!" Heeseung says while smiling at you. "Oh thanks" You say and all you can hear from behind was "OOOH~!" bro- anyway. "I like you can i have your number?" What do you say? A really hot,tall,pretty guy just asked YOU for YOUR number. "Yeah sure!" You say and dial your number into his phone. "Thanks" He says then you walk away. You go back to Yunah,Karina,And Wonyoung. "Heeseung just gave me his number now what do i do?" You looked annnoyed but was not. "GIRL ARE YOU NOT EXCITED?! YOU GOT LEE HEESEUNGS NUMBER!" thats all you remembered so then you went to the next party and then the next hoping to see him until one day

You were at Jake's party and they were bumping loud music and you were lowkey over-stimulated. The people everywhere you went were loud and someone noticed it and pulled you to the side. "Hey you okay? You dont look so good" It was Heeseung. "Oh yeah just over-stimulated." you reply. "Yeah, Sometimes it gets too loud."

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AN: Did i just leave yall like that. YES. It was short cause i lowkey feel sick and literally am throwing up. But i hope you enjoyed this so far. We are halfway through this FF woooo!

#enhypen #lee heeseung #heeseung #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung ff #heeseung imagines #heesung enhypen #lee heesung x reader #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fanfiction #heeseungismymanz

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galacticghoste · 5 months ago

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Welp its been 1 Year now!✨

Heres the art tag if u wanna see all the silly stuff I have made so far!!!

GGhosteArt

Technically it was yesterday but I didn't draw anything for it so here something, just two of me art sonas interacting :p

Just wanna thank everyone who's been with me this far and all who liked my work in anyway it means alot to me!!!!

i'm also so grateful for all the wonderful people I have met on here this far I honestly wasn't sure where I was really going with this blog but seeing that for half of it I was too shy to interact with anyone online out of fear i may say something annoying or wrong but no ones said anything mean towards me and all have been so kind.

I mentioned it a few time but entering a fankid showdown is what forced me to finally interact with people and to draw more often, I still remember the anxiety i felt at entering Silhouette into the show down because she's from a less known ship that apparently alot of people hate on especially on Tiktok.

I got scared people where gonna hate me for my interest since i entered such a big event focused on fankids. But all I got was love and support it made me so happy and got me to draw these silly characters all the time now.

I find it fascinating seeing the change in the way I drew the characters from more casual to more serious. I literally got into wanting to understand lighting and shading from them so it payed off.

Basically lesson of the day is DRAW YOUR OBSESSIONS!!!

Have a wonderful night!!!!

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shelbgrey · 2 years ago

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Hello 👋 can give dating edward cullen x fem reader headcanons please 🙏

Dating Edward Cullen Headcanons:

Twilight Master list

So for starters this relationship isn't gonna be like the one he had with Bella, she exist in this world but she's not a major problem... We'll get to that eventually.

So in the twilight universe Edward falls for his blood singer(Bella) but in this world I think he'd relize his true mate is another vampire. This wouldn't cause so much pressure for him and less problems for both families.

For some background, your the Denali's newest addition, Eleazar and Carmen adopted you and that's how you and Edward met.

You both knew you guys were mates, the bond was there but he knew you deserved to be taken out on dates and you guys should be able to learn about each other.

The first date was an outside theater he set up for the both of you in your back yard. He picked out all your favorite movies, but you ended up ignoring them and just talking the whole time.

You bring out a more playful side of him, Carlisle has never seen him so happy or heard him laugh so much.

He's very affectionate person with you. Always kissing your forehead or hugging you.

If he wants attention he'll seek it, it doesn't matter if your reading or doing homework he'll pull you to his chest and you'll continue working.

You help him see that he's not a monster, you guys work very hard to make him see himself the way you do. “your not the monster you think you are”

“well, king kong once said it was beauty that killed the beast” what Edward means by this is that your bright personality snuffed out the darkness(the beast) he felt inside him.

His First 'I love you' was after about three months into dating, he knew the moment he saw you that he loved you but he wanted to make sure this is what the both of you wanted.

You guys did have a long distance relationship for a while, year maybe because you lived in Alaska and the Cullens were living in Seattle at the time. Eleazar and Carlisle knew the both of you were miserable being so far away from each other, so they made arrangements for Edward and the Cullens to move to Alaska.

Edward and you always have long conversation about your passions. Sometimes it's book or music. Whatever is on your mind you talk about it.

Speaking of mind, he can read it but he tries not to. He very much respects your privacy, so he only does went it's 100% necessary.

Back to passions and books you don't relize how many discussion and friendly arguments you've guys had about Harry Potter. Most of the time its you trying to convince Edward that Cedric Diggory wasn't an annoying character. “no guy should be that perfect! And there's no way he would have won the tournament”

You made him take the hogwarts house quize and He's a Ravenclaw.

Your the only one who can call him Eddie. Emmett doses it just to mess with him, but Eddie is a nickname he only loves when you call him it. “she the only on who can call me that”

Remember when I said Edward is so much more playful since you came into his life, well you guys have millions of inside jokes and your always playing games to keep yourself entertained.

You guys play tag a lot and there's no rules, all vampire abilities are in use and you guys get very competitive. Esme and Carmen have baned you from playing in the house though.

Your not aloud to play around the house at all actually, not after you accidentally pushed Edward threw the wall. Carmen and Esme grounded you both.

“well I hope you guys don't have anything planed this weekend beacuse you're spending it fixing the wall.” Esme said, Carmen did cuss you guys out in Spanish.

Since you guys have alot of time on your hands during the night he's token upon himself to teach you how to play piano.

Peaking of music your Song isn't gonna be thousand years or Flightless bird(as mush as I love both songs) but your song is Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley.

You guys dance alot too, at night when the right song is playing you guys just sway around in your room without a care in the world.

You guys don't argue alot, if you do it's about him feel insecure about himself or the fact your reckless. Vampire or not he wants you safe.

His kisses are always full of passion and love. He makes sure you know your the only girl he wants and since your a vampire he isn't afraid to hurt you, but that doesn't mean he's rough with you or just doesn't care.

You guys are engaged by the time you moved to Forks, you guys planed to have the wedding after your graduation.

But since your now in Forks that meant you guys have to deal with Bella. Bella becomes obsessed with Edward, but he doesn't care. Your the only girl he wants and he remains faithful.

Bella wouldn't let up even going to the length of trying to befriend Alice and Rosalie just so she could get closer to Edward. Rosalie wouldn't tolerate it, she loves you like a sister and she doesn't want to see your relationship get screwed up by a stupid human.

“he has a girlfriend”

“I don't see her” Bella said.

“turn around, now you see her”

She tried to break you guys up by spreading rumers or trying to start fight between you two, but she failed everytime. No amount of power could tair you two apart.

She did give up after a while but she remained snapy towrds your families, but it's easy to ignore her.

Well since there's no Bella that means no birthday party for Jasper to lose his shit at. But you guys do end up going to Alaska after graduation, you and Edward got to graduate early with high honors.

Playing baseball is so much funner in the snow and since both of your families are there that ment bigger teams. Denalis vs. Cullens, I'll let you decide who wins.

Emmett and Edward do cheat, but Edward always gose easy on you. But you don't need it, your a total bad ass and Edward couldn't feel more lucky.

You guys get married in Alaska and it's a small wedding, just what you wanted and Tayna planed it with Rose and Kate's help.

Later on you end up adopting a little girl, Edward and you wanted kids. This also give Edward the opportunity to the daughter what Carlisle was to him.

In conclusion, Edward is the happiest he's ever been. He with the woman of his dreams and he couldn't feel so content with life.

You made his life better.

#Edward cullen #Edward cullen x reader #Edward cullen headcanons #rob pattinson #Edward cullen imagines #Cullen family #Cullen family x reader #Denali coven x reader #Denali

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