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guess-my-next-obsession · 11 days

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Because I adore the elementary series ; I’m curious if there will be more drabbles about their first baby & the cute moments like the birth, first shots, first everything; smiles, first mom insecurities, etc.

My apologies if you are not taking any requests of the sort! 🫢

The Firsts

pairing: elementary!joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (talks of labor from a person who’s never given birth so bare with me, talks of shots/needles, first-time mother highs and lows, joel being the husband of our dreams)

wc: no clue but probably around 2-3k?

a/n: sorry this took so long @jennfromthebayarea !! this semester’s been a bitch, but i’m trying to find the spark to write again so bare with me if this is a pile of shit 🫶🏼

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| The First Delivery |

Though you were well warned and made aware of the pain caused by childbirth, nothing compared to the reality of a contraction, or the searing pain of pushing a baby through your fucking vagina.

Even Joel seemed to have underestimated what birth would be like, his face pale and sweaty as he stood at your side, allowing you to squeeze his hand so hard he was sure it was broken.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” he cooed, wiping the sweat that gathered on your forehead away with a damp cloth. “Can already see her head.”

“Fuck this,” you cried, tossing your head back into the pillow you brought from home, your eyes clamped shut as you pushed again, hoping that this one would be the last.

“Doin’ so good,” he murmured against your hairline as he pressed a kiss there. “Just a few more pushes, baby.”

“I’m getting the epidural next time,” you panted, taking a second of rest to gather your strength.

“Next time?” he grinned, but you didn’t reply as you started to push again, hard enough to get her shoulders out. “Hardest part’s over, baby. Soon she’s gonna be cryin’ her eyes out in your arms.”

“Can’t wait,” you groaned, your head rolling back against the pillows. “This better be the last one.”

“Go on, then,” he urged with a smile. “Gimme our new babygirl.”

Though it felt like the next few minutes took hours to pass, your entire body screaming at you from overexertion, none of the pain seemed to matter or register the second that the room filled with your daughter’s gargled little cries. Joel let out a choked sound, something between pure joy and disbelief, as he left your side to cradle your messy newborn in his arms. Neither of you were capable of listening to the nurses or doctor’s congratulations as he carefully lowered your bundled up daughter to your chest, her screams music to your ears just because it meant that she was finally here.

She was real, made up of equal parts you and Joel. His dark hair and your kind eyes, his curved nose and your lips. The epitome of love come to life.

“Oh, babygirl,” Joel cooed, a tear rolling down his cheek. “You sure put up a fight on the way out.”

You laughed, something exhausted and yet so full of love and joy and relief.

“I can’t believe…” You shook your head, allowing your tears and emotions a moment to breathe before turning your glossy eyes to your husband. “We made her. Isn’t that insane?”

“I think we did a pretty good job,” he chuckled, lifting a thumb to wipe a rolling tear from your face. “Got all her fingers and toes. Looks like you, not like me. I’d say she’s perfect.”

You gave him a loving pout, rolling your eyes before turning back to your slightly calmer daughter in time for the nurses to take her away for a little clean up.

“How long ‘til she’s back?” Joel asked, his eyes fixed on his daughter as they laid her in her cart.

“Just a minute,” the nurse assured with a smile.

“I still have to push out the—“

“God, forgot about all that,” Joel winced, resuming his seat beside the head of the hospital bed, his hand finding yours. “You know how proud I am, baby? How much I love you?”

“How about you remind me,” you grinned, eyes batting with exhaustion. Joel leaned over, his lips ghosting against yours.

“So fuckin’ proud,” he murmured in between kisses. “And so fuckin’ in love with my wife. Mother of my girls. Fuckin’ everything to me, baby. Everything.”

| The First Shot |

“How long are we supposed t’wait?” Joel groaned, adjusting his posture in the uncomfortable plastic chair in the pediatrician’s waiting room. You grabbed his wrist, lifting the face of his watch up to read the time. “How long we been here?”

“An hour,” you sighed, letting your head fall back against the wall as you let your dry, tired eyes rest for a moment while Iris took a nap in her car seat on the floor in front of the two of you.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he cautioned, reaching his hand over to lay flat on the top of your denim-covered thigh, his touch warm and soothing even in all your irritability. “Y’know they’re gonna call us as soon—“

“Miller family?” the nurse called from the door leading to the patient rooms. With a rub of your eyes, you stood up along with Joel who, thankfully, already had Iris’ car seat handled. The nurse smiled at the three of you in a way that looked trained rather than genuine, but given your exhaustion and annoyance at having to be out in the world doing real people things with a newborn, you might just be extra critical. “Hi, come on back, guys.”

“S’about time,” Joel muttered under his breath, seemingly just as cranky and desperate to get home as you. “Any reason it took an hour for us to get called back?”

“Just a hectic day, I do apologize,” she offered, though once again…trained. Leading you down a hall, she pointed at a room with an open door on the right. “Right through here.”

Joel was even more tense than you as the two of you watched the nurse take your diaper clad newborn’s vitals before handing her back, Joel’s hands quick to take her into his arms.

“Fuckin’ cold in here,” he murmured as the nurse left the two of you with the assurance that the doctor would be right in. “Baby girl’s probably freezin’.”

“She’s behaving at least,” you said, reaching over to place her blanket over her as Joel kept her cradled in his arms. “No tears yet.”

“Until the needles come out,” he snarked.

“Just because you faint every time a needle comes near you—“

The sound of quick, sure knocks cut you off as the doctor walked in. “Miller family?”

“Yep,” you offered her a smile.

“Alright, and this must be Iris,” she said, walking over to Joel. “May I?”

Joel looked tempted to tell her to fuck off but conceded, handing Iris over.

“She’s a cutie, isn’t she?” she asked as she rested Iris on the examination table.

“All from her mama,” Joel added, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Well, her stats are looking great,” she said, pressing her stethoscope to Iris’s chest. “Only thing left to do is give her some shots, and I’m gonna need one of your help for that.”

“Joel,” you nudged him, not entirely confident in your ability to keep your daughter still in the middle of a potential tantrum.

“I’ll faint,” he said, no humor in his voice. “You gotta.”

“Fine,” you sighed, nerves coursing through you as the doctor walked Iris over to you. “How many shots?”

“Three today,” she said as she and the nurse set up the needles.

“Okay,” you nodded, taking deep calming breaths while Joel chose to close his eyes altogether as the doctor walked over with the first needle. “Alright, baby girl. Don’t hate me.”

“Just a quick pinch,” the doctor said as she injected the shot into Iris’s right thigh, the so-called “quick pinch” tearing a wail from your daughters chest.

“Oh, baby,” you frowned, holding her tight as she screamed her lungs out. “Just two more.”

The crying didn’t end until the three of you were seated in the car, the color drained from your faces as you all recovered in silence.

“Next time, I’m leavin’ the room for the shots,” Joel said, turning the key in the ignition.

“I feel so bad,” you frowned, leaning your head back against the headrest to listen to your daughters sniffles. “Poor baby.”

“Fuckin’ doctors,” Joel grumbled, shaking his head. “Makin’ babies cry.”

“Absolute sickos,” you agreed with a chuckle.

| The First Steps |

“Baby!” Joel’s yell was almost enough to get you to drop the sudsy plate in your hand as you washed the dishes. You quickly set the plate down and wiped your hands off on the dish towel hanging off the oven door before hustling out to the backyard where Joel, Sarah, and Iris were.

“What happened?” you asked in a panic, finding Joel half-crouched over with his back turned to you.

“Look,” he smiled over his shoulder before nudging his head to call you over. You hesitantly approached, rounding his frame until you saw what had him smiling so hard.

“She’s standing!” Sarah announced, squatting in front of her little sister while she held onto two of Joel’s fingers for balance.

“Stay,” you ordered the three of them before sprinting inside to grab your camera. When you returned to the patio, however, you almost forgot what you’d set out to do as Iris, guided by Joel’s clunky steps behind her, waddled and stumbled towards you. “Damn it, I don’t want to cry.”

Joel laughed, “Take the damn picture, baby.”

You sniffled away your tears and held the camera up, watching through the viewfinder as Joel leaned down to blow a raspberry against Iris’s cheek, making her laugh. You clicked the camera a couple times, determined to get a good photo unlike all of your previous attempts at documenting her growth—closed eyes, frozen frames of her right before she turned herself red with a tantrum, dribble flooding down her chin.

“Jesus, I’m getting this framed,” you cooed, frowning adoringly at the picture. “She looks so much like you when she smiles, Joel.”

“Poor girl,” Sarah teased, walking up to you to look at the picture. “She is a cutie, though. Especially when she’s not covered in barf or drool or snot or—“

“Like you were any different?” Joel teased her right back as he scooped Iris into his arms to settle her on his hip. “Had to get rid of half my shirts back in the day ‘cause someone wouldn’t stop pukin’ on me.”

“I probably did you a favor given your fashion sense,” she returned with a flip of her curls.

“Okay, you two,” you chuckled, handing Sarah the camera before reaching for your daughter. “You interrupted my chores so now they belong to you. I’m gonna go cuddle with my precious little—“ A whiff of something familiar hit you the second you hugged Iris closer. “Oof. More like my stinky little girl.”

“You’re takin’ diaper duty over dishes?” Joel asked, arching his brow.

“You’re right,” you said, handing your daughter back to him. “You’ve been doing it longer than me, I’m sure you’re better at—“

“Load of shit,” he laughed, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Sarah’s got the dishes. You go sit down and think of some new ways to manipulate me into changing her diapers. Material’s gettin’ stale.”

| The First Day |

“Joel,” you sniffled as you started on Iris’s hair for her first day of preschool. “I can’t drop her off. I’m gonna have a breakdown and then she’s gonna have a breakdown and then I’m just going to cave and bring her home. You have to go do it.”

“Baby,” he laughed, his voice still coarse from sleep as he leaned in the doorway of Iris’s bedroom with a cup of coffee in hand. “S’gonna be fine.”

“No, it’s not,” you returned, more snippy than you’d intended. “I’m already a blubbering mess.”

“Mama,” Iris frowned, turning in your lap to stare at the tears sliding down your cheeks. “S’okay. Don’ cry.”

“Mama’s alright, baby,” Joel intervened, setting his coffee on the dresser before coming over to sit on her twin mattress beside the two of you, his arm wrapping around your waist. “You’re excited to go to school, ain’t ya?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, flashing a toothy smile. “Sissy said it’s not scary, so I’m not scared.”

“Good, there’s no reason to be,” he smiled at her before turning to you. “See? She’s good, baby.”

“But I’m not,” you managed through a whisper. Joel frowned and reached over to wipe your cheek free of your tears. “Can you please just come with me? I know you’ve got work but—“

“I’ll call Tommy n’ let him know,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “How ‘bout you go take a second to yourself and I’ll finish up here? Sound good?”

You gave him the sort of smile that screamed appreciation and undying devotion, one that was reserved just for him. “I love you.”

Joel placed a kiss on your shoulder and scooped your five year old out of your lap and onto his. “We love you more, mama. Don’t we?”

“Mmhm,” Iris grinned. “More than the whole wide world.

“Don’t get me started again,” you chuckled, wiping a few fresh, happier tears from your waterline. “Alright. Pig tails, she said.”

“What’s that? A lopsided ponytail? Comin’ right up.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #elementary #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #tlou joel #joel x reader #joel tlou #joel the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller series #joel miller fluff

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0ctober-writes · 6 months

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Overstimulation

Sub!Matt Murdock x (Mommy) Dom!Reader, oral sex, overstim, being held down/light restraint (all m!receiving), mommy kink, no use of Y/N. 709 words.

In the courtroom, Matt Murdock was in complete control. The attention of the jury hung on every word he uttered, every gesture he made. On the surface, he's the epitome of domination. In the isolation of your bedroom, he falls apart for you.

“F-Fuck, please, can't take anymore, mommy,” he hisses through his grit teeth. The sheets are whiteknuckled in his hands as he fights the urge to push you away from him. He'd already came twice, but you showed no signs of stopping.

With a light pop from your lips, you pull your mouth off of his cock. “Mommy's not done tasting you, sweet boy,” you tease in reply, your hand stroking his already spent cock as you speak. “Can you take a little more for me like a good boy?”

Before Matt can reply, you dip your head back down and stroke your tongue against his frenum. This sends his hips bucking up, a desperate attempt to limit the overwhelming sensation. You sigh at him and shove his hips down, your fingers leaving light bruises from your grip.

“Ah! I'm sorry, mommy! 'm sorry!” Matt gasps out, terrified that he's pushed too far and might get punished. “I'll be your good boy, promise, I'll take it all.”

You bite your lip to hold back your grin, absolutely in awe at how cute he gets when he's pathetically begging for your forgiveness. You kiss his sticky tip and his cock twitches.

“That's it, there's the obedient boy your mommy loves. Now stay still,” you instruct, and once again, your tongue finds its way against Matt's cock.

It's impossible, of course, for Matt to stay still with how sensitive, and borderline in pain, his cock was from your endless torture. You settle for keeping his hips pinned against the mattress as your tongue travels down to his balls. A pathetic whimper rips out of his throat when you roll them around on your tongue, his cock twitching uncontrollable against your face.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck I can't, 'm gonna cum, Mommy please–” Matt cries out. His entire upper body is shaking from the strength it's taking to keep his hands to himself.

You hum in acknowledgement. Pulling away just long enough to lick the spit from your lips, your mouth quickly finds it way back around your sweet boy's cock. It throbs against your tongue as you bob your head up and down, humming ever so frequently in the way you know he likes.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, cumming, I'm cumming, fuck please I can't– fuck!” Matt's entire body jolts with a moan, curling in on himself. His hands fly to your hair as he pushes you down and his cock twitches in your mouth. He's whimpering and whining through his entire orgasm. It's dry, only a little dribble of cum spurting its way down your throat.

You give a few final licks to Matt's cock, the poor man so spent he can barely muster a few shivers in response. When you finally let it fall from your mouth, it lands in a big, wet mess on his tummy, quickly going soft.

“You did so good, baby, you were perfect, such a good boy for your mommy. Are you okay? How's my angel doing?” You immediately begin doting on him, helping him stretch back up from his curled position and rubbing the–no doubt sore–muscles in his arms.

Matt takes a minute to clear his throat, a croaky cough coming out before he speaks. “I'm okay, mommy, promise,” he slurs out. His eyelids are droopy and his eyes cloudy with subspace.

“Aww, that's good!” You coo at him. You push back his ruffled hair and kiss his forehead. “Not too much?”

He grins and shakes his head, “No, it was perfect. Thank you for making me feel so good, mommy.”

If your heart wasn't already exploding and your brain melting, it certainly was now. You hold one of his hands in yours and give it about a million squeezes.

“How about we get you cleaned up? We can listen to that podcast you're going crazy over,” you offer to him.

“Yes, please,” he hums, slowly sitting up with your help. He holds onto you tightly as he stands, and the two of you go to the bathroom for showers and murder mysteries.

#be the change you want to see in the world #and i want to see more subby matt murdock #shes babygirl to me #matt murdock x reader #sub matt murdock #sub!matt murdock #sub!matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader smut #mine #my writing

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tellmealovestory · 6 months

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Jack-o-lantern

Summary: You and Eddie carve some pumpkins.

Warnings: Little bit of drug use and I think that's it?

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“Why. Is. This. So. Hard!” You whined stabbing the pumpkin with a sharp knife after each word.

When you had suggested carving pumpkins for the season you thought it would have been easy. Families do it all the time! But you weren’t anticipating that the pumpkin skin would be tough and thick and you’d have to use more force than you were prepared to to get the knife to slide through the skin.

Eddie had no problem. He had carved his pumpkin in a matter of minutes and then plopped down on the chair at the end of the table, lighting up a joint and watching you with amusement as you sweated and swore and snapped at him when he asked if you wanted some help.

“This is so stupid. We should have just bought already carved pumpkins. Next year when I suggest this, please remind me of this moment.”

Eddie chuckled before blowing out a plume of smoke that filled the kitchen with the heady scent. “You got it. Sure you don’t want help?”

The glare you shot him could have made the devil shiver.

It took another hour of carving and cursing, but soon, you were done and you were thankful.

“Fucking finally!” you exclaimed.

Eddie had his hand shoved deep in a box of cereal and was shoveling it into his mouth. Swallowing his bite he gave you a thumbs up before turning his pumpkin around to show you.

It was damn near perfect. Bats were carved into the deep orange skin and when you set them out on the porch with a lit candle inside the shadows would bounce around making it the epitome of spooky.

Your mouth dropped open and you sputtered. You knew that he was talented, but you didn’t think he could pull something like that off.

“That’s amazing, Eddie,” you gushed before turning your pumpkin around to face him.

However, his reaction didn’t come close to the fawning you had done over his.

Biting back a smirk and a laugh he had to shove another handful of cereal into his mouth as his head cocked to the side.

“What’s it supposed to be?” he asked, bits of cereal spewed from his mouth when he talked.

“It’s a jack-o-lantern,” you said like it was the most obvious answer.

“You sure about that?”

“Yes, Eddie, I’m sure!”

You didn’t mean to snap, but your frustration wasn’t helped when he stood up and leaned down to get a better look of the pumpkin. His eyes slid to yours and this time he didn’t need to ask the question again, it was written all over his face by the purse of his lips and the way his eyebrows met in the middle.

You took a step back thinking maybe a different angle would help you see what he was seeing, but somehow the distance just made it look worse.

Where two triangle eyes should have been carved one was more of a circle and the other was just mere slashes like a movie monster had been trying to kill the final girl. The mouth should have been jagged with a few teeth showing to make it look menacing, however it was just a line carved, not even a straight one. And there was no nose.

“Do not say a word,” you muttered, shooting Eddie another death glare, but it was too late. He was already laughing with his head tossed back and when you groaned he wrapped you up in his arms.

“‘S not that bad, babe. It’s uh…” he paused, licked his plump lips and you groaned again when it took him longer than it should have to find a nice thing to say about it. “It’s good?”

“Oh my god you are a horrible liar,” you teased, turning in his embrace to brush back his curly hair. Kissing the corner of his mouth you rested your head on his chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat against your ear. “Maybe it’s so ugly nobody will wanna smash it on the sidewalk?”

“Or they will cause it is so ugly.” When he heard you gasp he laughed again. “C’mon I’ll help you carve another one. Maybe show you what a real jack-o-lantern is supposed to look like.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #my writing

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johnny-boy-17 · 11 months

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SPOILERS for Spider-Man:Across The Spiderverse

Shout-out to Across the Spiderverse for being one of (if not) the first marvel property to just flat-out say FUCK CANNON.

I’ve recently happened upon the revelation that cannon is fucking stupid when you really get a grasp of the concept, so just accept whatever you want to be cannon as cannon. Frankly, that has been the most liberating feelings as a comic book fan. It’s the pilot run, whatever stays mainstream enough, and whatever else you think is cool. So to a comic movie, to see Spider-Man say that is incredibly vindicating.

“Oh what? There’s always supposed to be a dead police-captain in Spider-Man’s life? Fuck you, Pavitr and Miles don’t need that shit. Oh, Gwen is the girl that always dies? Go to hell, she’s a trans-girl in a spidey-suit here. Oh the spot is a joke villain? Nah you trippin, this man is a menace to the fabric of space and time. You corpos ain’t writers, we are.” Nothin’ but respect for these guys . They made the sequel to the best comic-book movie a meta-commentary on comics as a whole.

Lemme try to explain: Miles has two antagonists in this movie, one of them is Spot (clearly), and one of them is the very concept of comic-purists themselves. When Miles decides to save Pavitr’s police Captain, Miguel throws a fucking fit. And when Miles goes out of his way to rescue his dad, the spiderverse conglomerate just goes ape-shit. Hell, Miguel slams him into the roof of a moving train just because he didn’t turn into the prowler like he was allegedly supposed to. By the time he escapes, Miguel has those sketch-lines Spot has, his eyes are red as blood, and the blue in his suit is just black.

Everything that can happen with something as malleable as comics is wonderful, but purists would rather keep it boring and organized for the sake of arbitrary what-ifs. Miles is out f*cking with bad-asses like Hobie, Pavitr, and Gwen. Meanwhile, Miguel chooses f*cking Ben Riley from that convoluted mess that is the Clone Saga. This move even writes him as the epitome of how 90′s comics were up their own ass that he is (and having him be voiced by Andy Samberg was absolutely the right choice).

This couldn’t have come at a more perfect time, with Zeb Welles just taking a blowtorch to everything we liked about the character right now. While Marvel busy trying to push the Parker luck to the furthest extreme, most everyone that I’ve met have all subscribed to the universe where Peter and MJ have a daughter instead of being cucked by some ship-dit named Paul. Either way, the beauty of comics is that they have multiple writers for one character, and each have a different view of where to go. You can choose the Renew Your Vows world, or you can stick to One More Day; it doesn’t matter, because trying to decide what’s cannon is cringe. Go enjoy what you want, and don’t be a purist about it.

The point is that the spiderverse crew understood the assignment and what needed to be done, and did both so seamlessly. It’s both a brilliant continuation of an already great movie, and (more importantly to me) a discussion that needed to happen years ago.

#across the spiderverse #spider-man #spoilers #comics

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cephiss0 · 2 years

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You are in love |

Summary | Gareth tries to explain D&D to you, by the end of it you’ve learned nothing but you’re left with the knowledge that Gareth Emerson should be complimented more often.

A/N | Did I listen to Taylor swift on repeat whilst writing this? Yes. Did that help me actually write something decent? No.

Was this the most vague description of a character ever? Yeah. Am I going to change it? No. Sometimes we have to live with things, this is one of them.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure I get it now."

You’d been sat in your room with Gareth for at least four hours now, listening to him attempt to explain dungeons and dragons to you. He really was trying, it’s not your fault that after hour one the difference between orcs and goblins wasn’t exactly the way you wanted to be spending your Friday night. Most people your age were probably out having actual social lives, but here you were with your best friend explaining a game you’d never actually play.

"You do?"

If Gareth had ever questioned your honesty in his entire time of being your friend, it was now. That unbelieving tone of voice paired with the arched eyebrow? The boy in front of you was the epitome of disbelief right now.

"Yeah!"

Hopefully answering in a cheery enough tone would belay him of any thoughts of his seeking to prove your statement incorrect, the smile on your face was so obviously fake, a clear overcompensation for your inability to retain the information Gareth was throwing at you.

"Are you sure?"

Damn it, he was onto you. The further questioning of his had simply twisted your arm, a confession forcing its way out of your mouth.

"No."

Your entire body flopped back down onto the bed, your arm thrown across your eyes as you let out a dramatic sigh, “It’s no use, honestly I’ve tried, I really have! But listen, there’s only so much a girl can take, can we just watch the movie already?”

That was the original plan for the night. You’d finally convinced Gareth that ‘The Breakfast Club’ was worth watching, but instead here you were, four hours after his arrival with the movie ready to go on the screen, yet not a single minute of it watched, all because you’d made a passing comment that you didn’t really understand d&d. I mean, did you get to stare at his face the entire time he was talking? Yes. Did you also get the perfect excuse to watch his animated movements as he paced through your room, ranting about the inner workings of his favourite game with nothing but pure admiration in your eyes? Well, if you did that was nobody’s business but your own.

You watched as Gareth let out a sigh and sat back on the edge of the bed, eventually giving in and just lying next to you. You turned your head to stare at the profile of the curly haired boy next to you. So what if your thoughts about him usually strayed very far from the ‘best friend’ ones, you’d long since accepted that you were in love with him, no point trying to hide the obvious and that excited glint had left his eye now that he’d stopped talking about dungeons and dragons. You figured you’d just have to fix that.

“Okay, well if you’re going to teach me about d&d then this whole thing you’re doing? I’m gonna have to ask you to stop.”

His head turned towards you as a confused haze took over his eyes, “What thing?”

He was beautiful.

Well, no going back now, you’ve thought it so you may as well say it, push come to shove there’s always a window on the other side of your bed you can jump out of, “Being stupidly cute, it’s distracting” your hand gave a non commit a leave through the air.

The effect your comment had on him was instantaneous, the tips of his ears flushed a pretty shade of crimson only to continue across his entire face, his head snapping back to face the ceiling in order to avoid your eyes. His fingers playing nervously with the hem of his fraying flannel vest.

Maybe you’d risk saying things like that more often, if only to recreate the exact reaction that Gareth had just given you. Perhaps all of your wishing for a bit of reciprocation of your feelings wasn’t too far fetched.

God, you’re in love.

#gareth stranger things #gareth emerson x reader #stranger things #he’s just hot okay?#i couldn’t explain D&D if I tried #which is why I’m not trying #just imagine it’s good #it’ll help

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baezdylan · 10 months

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top 5 eleven/amy scenes plz

PERFECT QUESTION, but also so incredibly difficult to answer. (I'll try to keep the answer reasonably long. Whatever that means.)

As much as I admire 11amy dialogues, I primarily view them as... sort of indicators of how UNFIT 11amy are for language as we understand it. They're more about the primal reading of the word... language as an invention? The idea of building something as a means of exchanging for the sake of being understood (language isn't just words!!!!! like the language of trees!!! Tolkien could invent a language for 11amy I bet), they're like music!!!! Because even when music has lyrics, it isn't as word-centred (at least to me), and a similar argument can be used for poetry but just... Amy Pond is such a song of a girl to me for so many reasons, but I'll need a separate post for that. Anyhow. My favourite scenes are 100% those that acknowledge how... Of The World both of these characters are, more than they belong to themselves they belong to nature. (and this is because they share that sense of identity confusion and a state of being nameless... they are given titles... but who are they really?) Both of them have galaxies as stand-ins for flesh and blood... so it figures that their bodies are inclined to look for reflections of themselves in the outside. (it's all about love and loneliness, it's just mixed with sci-fi magic so it's brought to a greater scale, but it's essentially about finding someone like you, it's just that they see moons and planets when they look in the mirror) WHATEVER. THIS IS ALREADY GETTING OUT OF HAND. Here are my favourite moments. I suppose? I'm putting it under the cut djdjkdkd

It feels wrong to separate this into sections because 11amy are mainly about being a bit of everything so I'll just present my jumbled thoughts on these as they are. Adding links to past posts/tag essays every now and then.

IF A GIRL LOVES SOMETHING, SHE LOVES FASHION SYMBOLISM!!!! She's holding his clothes.....in a universe where their roles are reversed... after an entire season of 0% True Amy Fashion (WHERE IS HER SCARF???? HER BOOTS????? MINISKIRTS???? COOL JACKETS????? they're telling us she's Mom Material now so no more funky trinkets) she gets to hold this symbol of individuality and give it back to her best friend..... (yk... 11amy are the equivalent of an early adolescent's relationship with their freshly discovered favourite song... or when you finally figure out a haircut that Feels Like You... or whatever... their entire arcs are so intertwined with objects that function as living things (it's the whole physical vs./+ cognitive theme)...... the bowties the suspenders the little TARDIS Amy made the scarf the mask from the beast below... they're all like little movies helping these characters exist in more places than one regardless of timespace restrictions... I always think of it as an example of a story having an independent heartbeat, no matter how much the writing team tried to reduce Amy to the epitome of Goodness & Sainthood & Motherhood, her reality stored the pieces of her that were too much for them to understand or hold. And isn't that a metaphor for girlhood in a way?

I'M A MED STUDENT SO I LOVE WHEN SHE RESTARTS ONE OF HIS HEARTS... naturally... This has been discussed on my blog, but Amy is an equivalent of the heart of the TARDIS in every way there is (universe pouring into your head! too bright to be looked at -> how the story prefers Amy to be a myth rather than a person) and just... THERE ARE SURGICAL IMPLICATIONS IN THIS SHOW... seared onto my hearts.... holding the body of her imaginary friend.... they are like trees or the circulatory system to me (see the last photograph) they are only real when together..... (check this post for similar themes)

#pleomorphic excellence: i think i made you up inside my head #dw the most show ever #💌restless wind inside a letter box💌#ask game #ty for the ask <3 #doctor who #amy x eleven

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vera-deville · 7 months

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Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 1 - Pumpkin (Katsuki Bakugou)

09/13/2023

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 656

Warnings: Cursing ('cuz it's Katsuki)

Gender: AFAB

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

"C'mon Katsuki!" Y/N yelled, pulling said blonde's arm.

It was supposed to be a quick errand. Go to the pumpkin patch, get the damn pumpkin, and come back. But unfortunately, Katsuki Bakugou did not take into account just how hyped his girlfriend would actually get when it came to it.

She was acting like one of those female leads in those horrible holiday rom coms that Y/N made him watch, who want to find "just the perfect tree." Except in this case, Y/N was trying to find the perfect pumpkin. Not the perfect evergreen. And she decided to drag her boyfriend along on her little pumpkin adventure.

Ain't life just swell?

"It's just a fucking pumpkin Y/N. They all look the same to me and they don't look infested with bugs, so just pick one and let's fucking go already." Katsuki tried cutting their errand short.

But that only seemed to make his life that much more unbearable, because all of a sudden, he'd accidentally awakened the pumpkin saint in Y/N and she wouldn't shut up about how it's "sacrilege to not see every single pumpkin and soak up each one's personality and find the perfect one that's meant to go home with them."

Bakugou honestly felt like they were looking for children to adopt, not pumpkins to decorate the house with-

But, having said that, Y/N did look like she was having the time of her life, so he figured he could let her live a little.

Not too much, though.

Thankfully, after just a little while, Y/N seemed to fall head over heels over a pumpkin (that still sounds so wrong in his head) and wanted to buy it. Great. They were finally done.

That is until Y/N spotted a corn maze and practically begged Katsuki if they could try it out.

"For fuck's sake, it's just a shit ton of corn bunched together. It's crappy and itchy as hell, why the fuck would you willingly want to go into that?" He asked the giddy girl who was practically vibrating on her feet.

"Because Katsuki..." Y/N drawled out. "Corn mazes are the epitome of Spooky Season. It is an unwritten law that one must visit a maze of some sort at least once during Autumn. And because I am your dutiful girlfriend, I will make sure you follow the said unwritten law.

Katsuki looked at Y/N's face. Those sweet eyes scrunched up, waiting for his reply, cheeks puffed out, lips glossy...

Say less.

Begrudgingly, Katsuki agreed to the corn maze. Begrudgingly.

After paying their fare to enter the maze, Y/N led the way as Katsuki followed, as though she'd been in the maze a million times. It wouldn't surprise Katsuki if she actually had. Seeing the confidence on his girlfriend's face, he let her take him wherever she wanted.

That was until he remembered that his girlfriend had shit sense of direction-

But by the time Katsuki had remembered, it was already too late. Y/N had gotten them lost. In the middle of a corn maze. Where at all sides, he's being attacked by hay fever inducing atoms.

"Y/N I swear to fucking god, I'm never doing this shit with you ever again. I thought you fucking knew where you were going dumbass!" Katsuki screeched.

"I'm sorry! I thought I knew where we were going! Here, maybe this way is the exit-" Y/N said. She could practically see the steam emitting from Bakugou, and she was trying not the push his buttons more than she already had.

Half an hour later, the pair were still somehow lost. And Katsuki Bakugou had run out of patience.

"FUCK THIS GOD DAMN CORN MAZE!" Was the last thing Y/N heard before she was surrounded by flames and embers and a very burnt down corn maze.

At least they found their exit now-

Author's Note: I'm super excited to kick off this event! You may have noticed that some of the dates in some of these fics predate October, and that's because I had been working on them well in advance and queued them for each day of October (that way I don't miss any of the days).

I'll admit, I'm not the biggest fan of how the conversation turned out in this fic, but that's alright because from now on, I've got 30 more days to work on that!

See you in the next fic!

Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist

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aurake · 2 years

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𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝.

— Shinichiro Sano x Gang Leader!Reader

— slight mentions of blood, more fighty than the last one, VERY LONG ONE

— “Date me,” he says. Now that lingers in your head after three days of not seeing that idiot.

— FINALLLY HERE'S THE LAST PART, LETS GO.

“Boss? Boss, were you listening to what we’ve said?”

“Huh, what?”

“Let me repeat it for ya.”

Your mind felt like it was mid-air, something bothered you ever since you’ve met with those bunch especially their President, Sano Shinichiro. It’s annoying you, the way he cheekily grinned as he said those words that made you surprised; how does one have the damn guts to say that to a person? How do they gather their thoughts together to ask someone out on a date? This man is the epitome of a try-hard idiot, but knowing him—it felt slightly off, as if he didn’t like effort that much.

You kept staring at the okonomiyaki that your vice president is making, you were in Monja Street along with your close aids—the street was known for its many food stalls, it’s a way for you to unwind and discuss matters in gang issues and the problematic things that you needed to sort out to prevent the rise of unwanted attention. Your group was discussing about the bizarre proposal that the President of Black Dragon, either you combine forces with them or the latter will result the dwindling in numbers; the other gang is the biggest one out there as Redcliff and the White Leopard are there to assist that bastard. Or was it the fact that it became bizarre is because he just asked you on a date? You still are surprised and annoyed by it.

Did your gang know that he attempted to court you? No.

Will they go batshit when they learn of it? Certainly.

“Apart from those annoying lizard men, there’s someone who’s trying to take control of our turf?”

“From my intels, yep. We must be prepared for another round of turf battles.”

Your second-in-command had heard of rumors of a gang trying to grab the opportunity to seize your reign on Chuo Ward. It irked you, some people just try and attempt to take your kingdom from you; as if they can, if they grovel and lick your shoes maybe. You grabbed the nearest object to vent your frustration in—poor wooden chopsticks immediately snapped in two, catching the attention of your members that are present in the current meeting. You clicked your tongue before gazing at them with your (E/C) hues, grabbing the short metal spatulas that the restaurant and helped with the okonomiyaki. you needed an instigator for your anger, or maybe a pathetic thug to punch the hell out of him.

Not until you remembered Sano’s face.

You accidentally flipped the food too much into the air that it landed right in your vice president’s face.

“The Golden Child, (Last Name) (First Name)… so she’s the one that rules Chuo-ku?”

A group of men gathered around near Toyosu Station in Koto City, surrounding their leader of the pack—a bizarre looking individual who wore too much piercings all over his face, tanned skin and some tattoos decorating his neck. Everyone else can already see that they shouldn’t interact with these type of men—he’s already impudent by standing here near the station, what else is there to mention?

He mentioned the name and the title of the neighboring gang leader, scoffing as he playfully twirled around his knuckle brass around his finger. “A girl? Moreover she’s like a brat. Looks like we can take the turf from her easily.” everyone laughs with him, enjoying the imaginative scenario playing in their minds, like lunatics.

“Let’s strike at the perfect opportunity.”

Nihonbashi Bridge, 12:23 PM.

Holding a bottle of ramune in your hands, you continued to look at the passingly cars, maybe look at the still water that’s right in front of you. You’re supposed to asleep, but you’re here—mumbling to yourself, remembering that it’s been three days since you just escorted Shinichiro and the other three near Ginza. That curious look from his doesn’t get wiped away from your memories; black, empty yet lively eyes would stare at you for hours, you remember the void that seemed to swallow you whole every time you confront it - not that it scares you, you’re just intimidated by the way it looks. By the time you all arrived, he gave you his smile before asking you to finally answer his question by the time that you both will meet again.

Why do you still think of him?

Why are you focused on his face?

Do you fancy it? Are you attracted by his features? Maybe his cheeky personality?

You chugged down the remains of your drink, gasping as if you were on a chokehold—well not literally, but the way he would appear for three days in your mind… you definitely feel something in your chest stir and make you feel giddy, excited even.

No way, no fucking way… are you feeling a some kind of attraction towards him!? To that person who would say, “date me” out of the blue!?

You shook your head and lowered your gaze. You can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, this isn’t going well for you at all. “The fuck is this?” you whispered to yourself. If this is some kind of a shit spell that he casted upon you, you swear that you’ll cripple him into a wheelchair; but sorcery isn’t even true… or is it just you being new to this kind of emotion? This embarrassment that you never felt before, not even from your parents, it tightens your chest but not enough to make you faint, just put on the edge.

You just need to get rid of his face every time you began to be all by yourself.

“…god fucking damn it!” you punched the marble in front of you.

Seems like it’ll be difficult for you to do it.

Saturday, Kyobashi, 10:11 PM.

Now what just happened?

You’re now in the middle of a fight in Kyobashi, where everyone paved way for you and your “business” to continue. You were fighting flocks of men either holding weapons or just charging straight at you.

You vaguely remembered, but these thugs apparently were harassing female high school students and forcing them to get close to them, which was something that you caught a glimpse of and rushed to immediately kick the person right in the face—you had instructed the girls to stay away this place as far as possible, they immediately ran away; you had to taunt them further to engage into a fight with you. Saturdays were supposed to be your daily break from gang activities, but oh well—fighting here has no schedule, and you will happily oblige to their challenge.

“Come fuckers, let’s dance.” you fixed your haori before grinning confidently at them. “Can’t your feet move, gentlemen? Looking pathetic, I see.”

One steps up, it was the same atrocious-looking male that I previously mentioned here. “So, you’re the brat that manages (Gang Name) and Chuo-ku.” he prepares his golden knuckle brass, you just scoffed at his sudden appearance.

This poor excuse of a man was known as Golden Monkey, he leads the gang, Fukutsa-saru but looking at him; he’s looks far more worse than a monkey. He was the one that your vice president mentioned an intel to… so he’s the one who tries to take your kingdom in your rule?

Things are getting interesting.

As you continued to fight the other leader, someone saw you and immediately called to someone that knows you.

Nishinomiya Shrine, 10:15 PM.

Shinichiro and the Black Dragons were having a meeting, about the diplomacy rules that you have previously mentioned before. He was agreeing on the matter with the decision of the other leading figures in the gang. Aside from gang matters, he’s just excited to see you again after you just dropped them in a station and left without waving them goodbye, not that you needed to anyways. He can still vividly remember the way you scoff every time he asks a question, or you about about to punch him because he almost invaded your personal space. That made his heart transform into a fast beating of a taiko drum.

“President, we have received a message from one of our members!” one announced, Shinichiro looks at the source of the voice. “(Name)-sama is fighting off another gang all by herself.”

“How many?”

“He had estimated that it was around thirty people, sir!” the person continues. “She’s on Kyobashi.”

He grabbed his coat and rushed towards his bike to immediately rode off out of his gang’s sight, leaving a frustrated Takeomi and a grinning combo of Wakasa and Benkei.

“Will he become a loser at love once again?”

“Dunno, but we can’t just stand here and let them get hurt further right?”

The Black Dragons cheered and began to prepare for the move-out.

Kyobashi, 10:35 PM.

You were getting tired trying to smack everyone to the ground, they just stand up and continue to attack you especially their damned leader. Even though he looks pretty bruised up, he still tries to attack you directly in the face. You on the other side had some minimal injury in your foot but it’s still manageable, however your face are all reddened from his damn knuckle brass, you’re trying to avoid those while landing some punches on him.

You’re feeling exhausted, but you need to finish this or you’ll be knocked out.

“God fucking damn you idiot monkey! Aren’t you tired yet!?” you groaned before landing your kick on one of his henchmen, ducking below against another’s attack on you. “You should lay on your ass and just eat your damn banana, you’re making me constipated just by looking at you!”

He chuckles weakly, wiping off the blood in his nose that you broke earlier. “You look tired already, princess. You, instead, should rest and let us handle this turf.” You cackle at his words, mocking him in the process and landed another blow on him—but it felt weak, you can feel it, you’re reaching your limit.

Hissing in fatigue, you stepped back.

One sees this as an opportunity as he grabs a metal pipe and attempts to hit you from behind.

“I WON’T LET YOU DO THAT, PUNK!”

Someone shouts right at him before meeting up with a fist that made him fly towards the front of the post office. Hearing the crash at your back, you turned around—your (E/C) eyes caught dark hues staring right at you. The idiot was still here at Chuo, unbelievable. Shinichiro Sano never fails to make you irritated and feel glad at the same time. “You’re fucking late to the party, you know?” you sighed before wiping off the blood trickling down in your mouth, you can hear him laugh.

He grinned. “It’s a surprise attack. Suppose you know that?”

“Hell yeah. But you executed it badly.” you shook your head.

The monkey sees the new challenger going beside. “Is this your sidekick now?” he scoffs. “Or maybe your boyfriend?”

“Actually I’m about to be—”

“Shut the fuck up, Sano.”

You both continued to fight… mostly you pulling Shinichiro when he’s about to get hit from behind, and then punching the thugs afterwards. It’s a cycle between the two of you just protecting each other’s back, but it’s not enough—they swarm in like countless of monkeys that were holding lots of grudges against you. You at some point began to fall, and he had to support you by holding you in the shoulders. God forbid, this fight is getting a little bit too long for your own good, you can’t even feel your feet on the ground.

You prayed, hoping that the heavens would hear you.

Just this one, heed my wish.

“Aww, everyone looks tired. That’s a shame.”

You heard voices, you looked at the male that’s supporting you—he was smiling, as if victory is already ensured. Continuous roars of motorbikes began to get louder and louder by the second, that’s where you realized that your gang and Shinichiro’s gang had arrived in the scene. You can see countless of gang members began to surround the small gang that tried to beat you up.

The leader horrifyingly looked at the man beside you. Looks like he realized that it was the Infamous Weak King that he had encountered and the Black Dragon was in this place. In the end, he got knocked out by Benkei who looked a little bit too excited about beating up someone again.

“Thank you for informing us of this incident, (Last Name)-san, please attend to first aid along with the fella that is also injured.”

“Right, thanks.”

Unfortunately for them, as they got wiped out, you immediately called the police on them; also informing the Black Dragon that they should disperse before they could get arrested, immediately went out as soon as you said those words, leaving only your vice president, Takeomi, Benkei, Wakasa and a beaten up Shinichiro hissing at his bruises on his face.

That looks painful, you looked at him again with uncertainty. He just looks at you, then smiles as he winces again as the attendee tends to his injuries. “Yikes, you look bad.” you just scrunched up your face.

He chuckles at your response, seemed like he likes it. “It’s nothing, I can manage.”

“Manage, my ass.” Wakasa just looked at him. “Remember the time when you almost got knocked out by someone because you weren’t paying attention?” Shinichiro immediately shook his head at the albino, as if saying that he shouldn’t talk further than that. The male just grins before leaving the two of you alone.

After some time, his gaze lands on you—he began to fidget, opening his mouth as if he was trying to say something. As much as you want to call him out on that, you let him take his time on saying it, it’s the least that you can do right now. He now leans back and sighs. “Since I did sacrifice my good looks for this, how about we relish it off by eating in some of the places I know of? Just the two of us?” what a smooth motherfucker.

You raised your brow at him.

Well the offer seemed to be nice, so why not?

“Make sure to be here at 7 tomorrow.”

“…what?”

“Seven, tomorrow morning at Ginza Station, don’t you dare forget that.”

You stood up from your seat and began to walk away from them, along with your Vice President who’s now apologizing to you. Shinichiro can only process some information that happened right in front of him. But then he realizes that he hasn’t told her about the agreement about the peace treaty between them.

“HEY (NAME)! ABOUT THE DEAL—!”

“You can tell me about it after tomorrow! We aren’t finished about the discussion yet!”

He was awestruck, he managed to persuade you by going to a date with him, but you immediately turned the tide around by inviting him into countless of city dates. He grinned back at his friends behind, Benkei was the first one to happily smack him in the back which made him fly towards the wall.

Poor boy.

At least he got himself into dates with you, that’s more than enough <3

sorry for the long wait! I finally finished my final semester of my first year in college, I'll now be updating more often since I fINALLY HAVE A FREE SCHEDULE! REJOICE! YAAAAAAAAAY!

As this was over, there's an upcoming series I think you all will liek, hope you'll tune in for some news hehe! Rake out <3 ALSO JEEBUS HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVES SHINICHIRO YOU HAVE A PRESENT FROM MOI <3

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Feast for the Eyes

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: "Can I request a Loki x reader where Loki is working out and reader can't stop staring at him…👀😁🥴" - Requested by @lokisgoodgirl :)

Summary: A good Saturday morning means for you a gym workout. The only problem is, that the man you're into thinks exactly the same... And you just can't take your eyes off him...

Warnings: This is pure thirst, guys... And for drooling over our favourite Norse God. Also, a bit of suggestive smut and swear words.

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: @lokisgoodgirl asked for Loki thirst and here I am to deliver! To write that one was so much fun! I hope you like it! ;)

It was a normal Saturday morning in the Avengers compound. A few were on missions, others were in their quarters, in the kitchen, living room – or elsewhere distributed around the compound. My personal plan this morning was to do a workout. I loved a good workout early in the mornings. So, my feet led me to the gym, barely after I had my bowl of muesli. Like I said, it was a normal morning - that was at least what I thought. Turned out it quite wasn't...

The reason why I headed to the gym so early was that I enjoyed to work out alone. Not that I had something against company, certainly not, but if the company was nobody else but the God of Mischief, I preferred to be alone. Why? One simple reason. Since Loki joined the Avengers a few months ago, I had developed a really big crush on the Asgardian Prince - which only got worse the more time I spent with him. A few might question his personality and especially his past, but I didn't. Why should I? We all made mistakes. We all had a past - and Loki's certainly hadn't been easy. To others, Loki was a war criminal. To me, he was the epitome of the perfect man. He was extremely smart, cunning, silver-tongued, mischievous and utterly charming. Not to mention his good looks. Damn, that man was gorgeous, sculpted by Gods no doubt. Those sharp cheekbones, oceanic blue eyes and long raven hair. I could only imagine how handsome he looked underneath those clothes... Did that thought led quite often to not so innocent thoughts? Yes, yes it did.

After my quick breakfast, I made my way down the hallways, off to the gym. When I opened the big door, I was already happy that my plan was seemingly a complete success and that I had the gym for my own - that was until I saw him - and my smile dropped, butterflies running wild inside my belly. Loki… He had his back towards me, was currently on the treadmill. His raven locks were bound together into a manbun. A muscle shirt adorned his upper body and some loose athletic shorts hung low on his hips. I swallowed hard, tried to take my eyes off of him - but my attempts were rather less successful; let's put it that way. They were literally glued to him, feasting upon what they saw. How the muscles of his back and calves flexed with every step he made; or how the veins on his arms were visible with every sway. I swallowed hard. This was going to be a funny workout... After what felt like hours, I was finally able to tear my gaze apart from him. Just in time... Loki got slower on the treadmill, before he stopped the gym machine and stepped down. His oceanic blue eyes met mine, causing me to smile awkwardly and blurt out an even more awkward 'Good morning'. Loki smirked, grabbed the bottle with water, standing beside the treadmill and twisted off the cap, "Good morning, Y/N. Already working out as well?" before he took a long swig. I nodded. "Uh.Huh. You too?" I squeezed my eyes shut and facepalmed myself internally. You too? Really Y/N? Ugh... It couldn't have been more embarrassing, could it? "Yes. I enjoy a good morning workout." He said, winking, then made his way over to the leg press. As Loki passed me by, I caught a whiff of his cologne, causing me to almost faint right then and there. It was a mix of cedarwood, leather and musk. Damn, I thought. Get yourself together! I took a deep breath, then proceeded to start my training with some workout exercises, like squats, sit-ups and deadlifts to warm up.

I tried desperately to stay focused and to concentrate on my workout, but failed miserably. My eyes wandered every so often over to the God of Mischief. It was like a magnetic pull. I just couldn't stop looking. Seeing Loki work out had something utterly hypnotising - and let's be honest... It was sexy as hell. I managed to get approximately three sit-ups done, until my focus transitioned back to the drop-dead handsome man across the room. He was still at the leg press, moving his legs up and down - what had caused his athletic shorts to ride up, exposing a pair of strong thighs. Thighs, perfect to sit on. Wait, what? I caught myself thinking that not so innocent thought and was utterly embarrassed about it. I didn't want to sexualise Loki that hard... But it was true, though... Those thighs could carry my weight with ease... I bit my lip. Y/N! I yelled at myself internally. Stop that! I shook my head, tried to shake of those thoughts and to return to do my sit-ups.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, had the God of Mischief quickly caught up on what was going on here... Of course, he had noticed how Y/N stared at him the whole time. How could he not? It was quite obvious. She wasn't really subtle and didn't make a good job in hiding the attraction she felt towards him. And Loki? Loki wasn't upset at all. On the contrary... He felt flattered and quite liked what he did to her. The Asgardian Prince knew as well, that the young woman across the room had a huge crush on him. That was quite obvious as well. Good, that Loki felt the same. He couldn't deny that he liked what he saw either. Y/N was a beautiful woman, no doubt. She was good-hearted, smart, witty and utterly kind. He would make her his. It was just a matter of time. But for now, the God decided to tease her a bit and to give her a show; something to look at. A mischievous smile scurried over his lips, as the perfect idea crossed his mind. He knew exactly what to do. So, Loki stood up from the leg press and moved over to the Lat Pulldown Machine. He sat down, placed the bottle of water on the ground beside him and went to work. As soon as he noticed Y/N looking at him once again, he stopped and pretended to take a small break. He took a few deep breaths and drank something, before he put his plan into action. Loki put the water bottle aside again, grabbed the hem of his muscle shirt - and pulled the piece of clothing over his head, leaving him shirtless. He threw the shirt to the ground beside him and reached for the handle of the gym machine. Once he had made the first pulldown, his gaze wandered subtly back to Y/N. Loki saw how her eyes had widened, mouth agape. Goal achieved, he thought, smirking and continued his workout.

I had expected a lot, really... But certainly not, that Loki would take off his shirt. I needed to look twice to make sure that I didn't dream. But once my thirsty brain had processed what my eyes saw and realisation hit me, I almost had a heart attack. I was sure of it. A gasp left my lips; my brain short circuiting. The only thing running through my mind was 'Loki' and 'shirtless'. Okay, I should add, that I had never seen him shirtless before. This was a whole new experience for me. My eyes widened, jaw dropping. That was it. I abandoned my workout completely and just stared at Loki, mouth watering. I couldn't help myself but to take in every inch of his bare upper body. He was strong and muscular, with broad shoulders. I witnessed his muscles flex with every pulldown; his abs clearly visible. A thin layer of sweat covered his pec's, glistening in the morning sun. A few droplets were running down his abs, digging its way through the fine dark hairs there, which were leading in a delicious line down his belly and disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts. I swallowed hard, was definitely on the verge of drooling. Ugh... What a man... I was so occupied with thirsting and drooling over Loki, that I didn't notice someone else entering the gym, until a very familiar voice urged to my ears, ripping me out of my hazy state. "Take a picture, Y/N. It lasts longer." Nat said to me, smirking and winking, as she passed me by. Realisation hit me once again - and it felt like getting hit by a truck. She saw me. She noticed. She knew. I felt how my cheeks turned beet red. Fuck.

#loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki imagine #loki oneshot #tom hiddleston characters

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juicycoutureheaux · 2 years

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“Cleo”

A Chris RedfieldXReader fic

A/N: This is the epitome of self indulgent. I was listening to “Cleo” by shygirl and had an idea for this. Chris goes through a breakup and meets a beautiful stranger in a club. You know the rest. Set in the spring of 1998, before the mansion incident

This fic is intended for readers 18+. Minors please do not interact. Thx.

“Seriously guys, what the hell are we doing here?”

Chris was irritated. He had been dumped by Laura, the cute secretary of the RPD, for another officer and everyone knew.

Not only did rumours spread around the RPD like wildfire, but the town itself was small. His pride was hurt; because he was Chris Redfield, a member of STARS and the envy of his coworkers, or so he thought.

“Chris, I’m tired of you moping around. We’ve gotta get you laid, I’m tired of you acting like a little bitch, it’s embarrassing man.” Joseph laughed.

The corners of Chris’s mouth twitched; he wanted to smile.

“Yeah dude, this place is the hottest club in town, I mean it’s the only club in town.” Forrest chimed in.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for mass socialization yet.” Chris said honestly. Usually when he was dumped he would just chase after anything with a pulse; this time was different, he had never actually been dumped for another dude. It was Chris that girls would leave their boyfriends for, not the other way around.

“Let’s just get this over with, I’m ready to go home already.”

“Awww Chris is it past your bedtime?” Forrest said mockingly.

The group stepped foot into the club, the thumping of the music was reverberating through the building; He could feel the vibrations in his chest.

He did a scan of the crowd, it was mostly college girls and young men like himself. He doubted anyone over the age of 30 was in this place; he thought of Barry or Wesker stepping foot in a place like this, the thought alone made him smirk.

The group of men saddled up to the almost empty bar, seeing as everyone was either in booths or on the dance floor.

He scanned the room and that’s when he saw her: Laura, with Kevin fucking Ryman. She was all over him and he was soaking it all up. He had been in a professional

“competition” with Ryman since joining STARS. However, this time he had won this round of their unspoken rivalry.

Apparently his friends had seen him tense up and they followed his stare as well.

“Of course they’re fuckin’ here.” Forest spat. “Just make the most of it, you know the ladies can’t resist you.”

Chris just sighed and ordered a shot of whiskey and threw it back. He was just going to get belligerently drunk if nothing else.

That’s when she walked in, she was tall in the strappy heels she walked perfectly in. The dress, if you could call it that, left little to the imagination. It was a tight backless, bodycon dress that hugged all the right places.

She looked like a skimpily clad angel, Chris had never seen anyone like her in Raccoon City before. It was evident, she captured everyone’s attention, even douchebag Ryman.

“You’ve gotta go talk to her .” Joseph said to him still in awe at the goddess that walked through the door.

“Yeah me and every man with a working dick is gonna try. Just let me be miserable in peace.”

While Joseph and Forest tried their luck with the girls on the dance floor, Chris just sat at the bar nursing his drink. He suddenly felt a presence next to him, it was the eye catching girl from earlier.

“Is this seat taken?” She gestured at the stool next to him. She smelled delicious, Chris thought.

“No it’s not, you can go right ahead.” Being the gentleman he was, he pulled it out for her to sit.

“You’re too kind, what are you doing up here alone?” She asked genuinely curious.

“Oh you know, I’m just babysitting those two man-children over there.” He gestured over at the two men he came with, who were trying desperately to score.

She laughed, it was perfect and light; almost musical.

“You’re doing a pretty good job, looks like they’re happy.” She said genuinely.

“What are you doing here all alone?” It was his turn to ask.

She sighed a deep sigh. “I guess that’s valid of you to ask. My friends dragged me out here, I’m visiting from out of state. I really should be at home working on some of my syllabus work, but why waste a visit?” She smiled at him again. She had one dimple on her left cheek that revealed itself when she smiled.

“Syllabus? Are you in college?” Chris asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah I’m a junior at a university in Florida, I’m studying behavior therapy. “she said proudly.

“Damn you really are far from home.” Chris said thoughtfully.

“Yeah, it’s actually my first time being this far from my hometown, but my best friend decided to complete grad school out here. She was my big in our sorority back home.” She admitted. She suddenly seemed a little anxious.

“Hey good for you for getting out there and seeing the world, I’m just sorry it was Raccoon City first.” He joked with her.

She smiled a bright smile and showed off that dimple he was a sucker for.

“Can I buy you a drink miss sorority girl?” He asked confidently.

“Oh it’s fine, you really don’t have to.” She said politely.

“Are you sure? I’m sure I’d seem a lot more interesting if you had a drink.” Chris laughed.

“I think you’re very interesting regardless.” She winked at him, “but if you insist I’ll take an amaretto sour.”

“Oh a woman who likes dark liquor, I’m intrigued.” He joked with her.

“Oh don’t flatter me, it’s so sweet you can barely tell it’s liquor.” She playfully pushed him on the shoulder.

The bartender brought over her drink and the two were getting along a little too well. It was noticed by others, because Chris suddenly felt the stare of his ex on his back, he didn’t think anything of it until Y/N mentioned it.

“Who’s that girl staring daggers at you? Don’t tell me that’s your girlfriend.” She laughed nervously.

“She’s my ex.” He said as he set down his drink.

Y/N laughed a little bit. “No way and she’s looking at you like that? Who dumped who?”

Chris swallowed hard, he really didn’t want to discuss it; but the beautiful, young woman in front of him was genuinely curious. “She dumped me, for that asshole next to her; he’s also my coworker” ’he said bitterly.

She took a second glance and looked the pair up and down. “Seriously? That guy looks like a wannabe Tom Cruise.” Chris nearly spit out his drink, he didn’t expect her to be feisty; he guessed it was the liquor.

“Yeah, we kind of have this weird fucking rivalry going on.”

“How so?” She asked, her attention piqued.

“Well,” he scratched the back of his neck. “We both applied to the same position to a special forces team. I got in and he didn’t.”

“Ooh bummer for him.” She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah I guess, we both competed in the same competition at our agency. I just so happened to place higher than him; I guess this is his way of getting back.” Chris said in a bored tone.

“Sounds like he has a hard on for you and not that blonde who likes the Clinique counter a little too much.”

“I guess it seems that way doesn’t it?” Chris laughed.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he wants to be you. You should watch out, he might try to pull some serial killer shit.” She said jokingly.

That made Chris laugh out loud. He was genuinely having a good time, he wasn’t used to her sick sense of humor; but he liked it.

“You know what would be really fun?” She said with a devilish twinkle in her eye. “We should say hey.”

Chris was appalled, this beautiful girl came out of nowhere and was suggesting they go talk to his ex, which ripped out his heart and stepped on it. Not a chance in hell.

“Now why would we do that?” He asked, irritated.

“We could make them jealous! You seemed like you really liked her and she fucked you over, I mean she just up and leaves you for another guy that you work with? Not to mention the guy that you literally have some weird thing with? Come on now Redfield I know you’re not a pussy.”

The liquor was definitely hitting her, she was using some pretty strong language and it was turning him on.

“We’ll if you’re challenging my manhood how can I say no?” He winked at her.

“Let’s go and have some fun.” She said and looped her arm around his.

“I used to do this all the time with my friends at parties; I always use a fake name. Tonight I’m Cleo, so remember that.” She shot him a playful look.

“Alright, Cleo.”

The two approached the other couple casually.

“Christopher, were these the coworkers you were talking about? It’s so nice to finally meet you!” “Cleo” said , putting on her most sincere smile.

Chris’ ex, Laura, decided to play into her game.

“Yes we all work together at the RPD, this is my boyfriend Kevin.” She said snidely.

Chris tensed up a bit, but Cleo seemed cool as a cucumber.

“Oh that’s so sweet! How long have y’all been dating? Chris and I have been seeing each other for a couple Of months!”

Chris knew what she was insinuating. He thought it was evil, but he liked it. Laura seemed to catch it as well, as her face started to redden.

“Is that so?” Laura said the pitch in her voice heightened.

“Yes, you know it was more of a casual thing, but you know things change. Cleo said not even attempting to hide the smile growing on her features.

“Well I’d imagine it’s hard to get together when you only work nights, I mean I’d assume since you’re obviously a stripper of some kind.” Laura was flustered. She didn’t realize it, but she was exactly where Cleo wanted her.

“Of course babe, what other job can you be every man’s fantasy and get paid as much as I do? I mean this dress is Versace, the same one Naomi Campbell was spotted in Milan; but bless your heart, you wouldn’t know anything about that would you?” Cleo smiled a wicked smile.

Laura just glared at her.

Cleo continued, “I mean you’re wearing Ann Taylor in a place like this, which is definitely a choice.” She made sure to over exaggerate looking her up and down.

Check and mate. The other woman was fuming, Chris could feel it.

Damn, he almost felt bad for being entertained by Laura being so obviously pissed off; but then he remembered how she made him feel, and his guilt went out the window.

“Cleo” started stroking Chris’s hair in an overtly intimate way. “We should probably get going though, Chris and I have some plans we wouldn’t want to miss. It was nice meeting you and the guy who at least placed in a competition.” She turned to Kevin. “Better luck next time, right?”

It was Kevin’s turn to be flustered, the whole time the girls were in a standoff, Chris had noticed Kevin just staring at Y/N. “What a pig.” Chris thought to himself.

“Cleo” just patted Kevin’s back and winked at him, she didn’t even acknowledge Laura’s existence. Kevin just stood there watching as “Cleo” and Chris walked off.

Laura definitely noticed and was fussing at Ryman for looking at “another whore”.

“Looks like there’s trouble in paradise.” Y/N said to Chris playfully.

“Y/N, that was incredible. I thought shit like that only existed in movies.”

“Well you know, people like that are so predictable; and it was so fun seeing her so angry.” Y/N laughed.

“Do they teach you that kind of stuff in University?” Chris asked half joking.

“Nahh, I grew up in a small southern town. You learn it over time.” She said truthfully.

“That was incredible, I’ve never seen them out of sorts like that. I could kiss you right now.” Chris slipped.

There was an awkward silence between them for a second.

It was probably the liquid courage taking over but y/n finally replied with “why don’t you?”

Chris took that as an invitation, and pulled her in for a kiss. Y/N held the back of Chris’s neck to deepen the kiss. Chris let his hands wander down her back and grasped her bottom.

She let out a surprised giggle, it was music to Chris’s ears.

“Should we take this to a more private place? I’ve got an apartment nearby if you want to.” Chris said suggestively.

Suddenly Y/N's face reddened and she seemed anxious again. It’s as if a whole new person was in front of him; as cliche as it seemed, he felt pleased he could make her squirm like that.

“I should probably tell my friends where I’m going. I’ve never really done this before.” She admitted.

“It’s totally cool if you don’t, we can stay here or I can meet your friends and give them my info so they know who exactly you’re going with.” Chris ever the gentleman gently placed his hand on her lower back assuringly.

Y/N thought it was sweet to offer that, most guys would just bully her into going with them. She took a glance back and saw her friends, they were talking with another group of guys their age.

“Let me go over there and let them know where I’m going, so they don’t worry.” She said, patting Chris on the shoulder.

She went over real quick to tell her friends, and they seemed to squeal in delight from what Chris could tell.

Y/N came back over. “Alright, they’re excited for me, let’s go before we disappoint them.”

Chris looked at her with a smirk. “Excited? Has Miss sorority never gone home with a guy before?” He said jokingly.

“I actually haven’t, but I think you’re about to change that.” She winked at him.

Chris felt his ears start to redden.

The two of them left for Chris’s apartment, the night was cool and there were stars shining in the sky.

“I’ve never seen a sky this clear in a city before” she said off handedly.

“I guess that’s what’s special about Raccoon, it can be special sometimes.” Chris said.

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, it felt like they had known each other for a long time.

“Here’s my building.” Chris said as he grabbed his keys. They had walked up to a nice sized brick building. It had some age to it, but seemed well kept.

“It’s nice.” She said truthfully. “Definitely better than my freshman dorm.” She joked.

Chris' apartment was on the third floor of the building, they walked up the steps in comfortable silence. When they reached the plain door with a worn out doormat Chris used his key to unlock the door.

She was surprised when she saw how tidy it was; sure there were beer cans on the side table next to the couch, but the rest of the apartment was clean considering Chris was a bachelor.

“Do you live here alone?” She said surprised. “The STARS unit must compensate you guys pretty well.”

Chris laughed. “I guess, I mean it’s nothing special.”

“Don’t say that, it’s your apartment, so it is!” She said genuinely.

He just leaned in and kissed her. The two began to melt into each other.

Chris began to let his hands wander. He slowly began touching underneath her shirt at her abdomen, stroking her soft skin slightly.

Y/N shuddered at his touch, he must have done this several times before.

“I should probably take this dress off, if I’m being honest. It is my friend’s and she’ll kill me if anything happens to it.” Y/N said awkwardly, breaking the kiss.

She was nervous, Chris could definitely tell.

“We can stop if you want, I can also grab you a shirt if you want to wear one of mine, if you’re not comfortable in the dress.” Chris said assuringly.

“I’ll take the shirt, thanks.” She said winking at him.

Chris returned with one of his clean RPD training shirts, and she quickly went into the bathroom and changed.

Chris hung up the dress for her and placed it on a doorknob.

“Thanks Chris, why are you so considerate?” She said half jokingly.

“I guess raising a sister has its perks.” Chris said.

“Oh Chris I’m so sorry, how old is your sister?”

“She’s actually a little bit younger than you. “

“Really? What happened to your mom and dad?

“They passed away when I was a teenager. He replied bluntly.

“Chris I’m so sorry. I couldn’t imagine how hard that must have been for you two.” She said, rubbing his back.

“It’s okay, it’s not ideal, but it taught me a lot.”

She leaned in to kiss him again and he gladly leaned up to her. The two of them had found their way to Chris’ bed.

“Chris, umm I’m not sure how to say this without freaking you out, but umm..”’she trailed off playing with the bottom of the shirt.

He stroked her hair gently looking her in the eyes. “It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, I really do enjoy your company.” Chris said assuringly.

“I don’t want to stop, but I’ve never done anything like this before.” She finally said.

“Like go home with a guy from the bar?” Chris said, puzzled.

“Like go home with a guy, or like anything in general.”

The gears started to turn in his head.

Chris, I'm a virgin.” She said quickly. Her face was bright red.

Chris was shocked, it was bold of him to assume the gorgeous girl in the bar was experienced just because of how she looked; the signs were there, he scolded himself internally.

“We don’t have to do anything, we can just hang out, I can drive you home-“ y/N cut him off.

“Chris I didn’t come home with you to just hang out, I mean I think you’re interesting and really funny; but I think you’re very attractive as well.” She said, looking at him. “If I lose it to anyone, I’d want my first time to be with you.”

Chris moved his hand to cup her cheek and used his thumb to stroke the soft skin of her face.

“If you’re ready, I’ll gladly do this with you.”

She just answered with a passionate kiss.

Chris let his hands wander again and push her back to the bed, he assumed his position on top without breaking the kiss.

She began playing with his hair, which he loved.

Chris began to gently stroke her breasts underneath the shirt and eventually stripped the thin piece of clothing off, revealing her full breasts.

“You’re beautiful.” He said and kissed her on the neck.

He started kissing her neck harder and she let out soft moans.

“Chris..” she moaned out softly.

“You like that baby?” He said in between kisses.

“Mmm you’re perfect ahh-“ she squealed as Chris took her nipple into his mouth, gently rolling it with his tongue.

She had never gone this far with a guy before, she had a guy feel her up at a frat party once, but it wasn’t nearly as intimate or enjoyable as this.

She was completely exposed to him, only wearing her panties. She wanted to see more of Chris, it was only fair.

“Take your shirt off!” she said laughing awkwardly. He obliged happily and ripped the green crewneck off. He had a defined chest, like a hero out of an action movie or on the cover of those cheesy romance novels her mom loved to read.

She couldn’t help but feel him up. She was hesitant at first; never being in a moment like this, she felt self conscious. That soon was diminished when Chris grabbed her hand and placed it roughly on his chest playfully.

“I like to be touched too, cutie. I don’t do all this hard work to not be admired.” He said with a grin growing on his handsome features.

She blushed. “Aren’t we cocky? What happened to that poor heartbroken soul I met at the bar?” She stuck her tongue out playfully.

Chris pressed his weight on her. She could feel his cock through his pants; it felt long and thick. She felt nervous and excited at the thought of him thrusting it into her.

“What happened to the expensive stripper I met at the bar?” He laughed.

“I guess we were both fooled, huh?” She laughed and leaned up to his face for another kiss.

Chris started to kiss on her neck, slowly at first; then he trailed down her neck, past her breasts and tummy. He reached her panty line and felt Y/N shudder at the sensation.

She started to squirm out of anxiety. “I don’t think anyone's ever seen me naked,” she said nervously.

He rested his hand on her thigh and tapped it assuringly.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, I just was thinking out loud.”

“Relax if you can sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you.”

With that Chris gently removed the thin fabric from her thighs and revealed her most intimate area.

“Everything about you is just fucking beautiful isn’t it?” He said.

She laughed, “You really don’t have to keep buttering me up, I mean I already agreed to sleep with you.”

“I’m serious Y/N. You really are beautiful all over.” He kissed her inner thigh and grabbed her, to position his head between her thighs.

Before she could protest, he began pleasuring her with his tongue.

“Oh my goodness-“ y/n gasped.

She was writhing at the pleasure, she couldn’t help but grasp his hair.

“Chris, mmmmnnnhhh, that feels so fucking good. Oh my god.” She kept moaning and he fucking loved it.

He decided to try to warm her up a bit more and inserted a thick finger into her virgin pussy; she was so tight, even around one finger.

This made her squirm.

“That’s only one finger, imagine my cock babe. I’m going to make sure you take it all.” He said, gripping her thigh tightly.

Chris decided it was time to stretch her limits a little bit.

He inserted another finger and thumbed her clit. It was a tight fit and he heard her moan slightly in pain.

“It’s okay baby, just try to enjoy it and relax.”

He felt her pussy spasm around his fingers and could only imagine how his cock would feel in her tight hole. He wanted to make sure she was ready for it.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her, while tonguing her clit until her felt her walls loosen a little bit.

“Fuck Chris, I think I’m going to cum.” She moaned breathlessly.

She had never felt like this before, the warmth in her belly had crescendoed into an intense fire. She felt so full; she came quickly and felt empty when Chris pulled his fingers from her.

Chris held up his fingers and stuck them in his mouth. She blushed, he was dirty and it made her hot,

“You made a mess baby.” He said to her, “You still doing okay?”

“I think I want you inside me, please.” She said shakily.

“Only because you said please.” Chris winked at her,

He undid his pants and freed his member. It was long and thick, just as she imagined.

He grabbed a condom from his dresser drawer. He held it up to her. “Now remember, don’t ever let a guy fuck you without one of these unless you’re married.” He said jokingly.

“Thank you for the advice, Officer Chris.” She laughed.

“It’s my duty to serve and protect the public. Especially when it’s reminding pretty girls to not get knocked up before they graduate.” He smirked at her.

She just rolled her eyes at him. He was such an ass, but she loved it. She couldn’t get enough of him.

She laid down on her back as Chris positioned himself on top of her. He grabbed her legs and held them up by the back of her knees. She was still blushing and he thought it was sweet.

He leaned down and kissed her again. “Let me know if I need to stop, if it becomes too much I understand, okay sweetheart?”

“Of course.”

He lined himself up with her entrance and slowly started to push himself into her. The head of his cock was just barely able to fit.

“I know you’re the one with all the experience here,” she said stroking his arm.”but I'm more of a rip the bandaid off kind of girl.”

Chris smiled down at her. “If you’re sure.”

She nodded.

Chris sighed and put her legs over his shoulders so he’d have more leverage. He positioned himself again and entered her, he was unintentionally rough; but she was too tight to be more gentle.

She squealed in pain. “Oh my god!”

He leaned down and showered her in gentle kisses. “I’m so sorry, it’ll feel better soon I promise.” He wiped the tears starting to fall on her cheeks and remained inside of her while she adjusted to his size.

When she began to squirm uncomfortably underneath him he started to move inside of her. Eventually the moans of pain became moans of pleasure. Chris wanted to be selfish and thrust roughly in her; her pussy was so tight and her moans just made him feral.

“Can I try something sweetheart?” He asked.

“Of course.” She mewled. It was starting to feel good for her.

He pulled out of her and helped her get positioned on top of him. Her hair was messy, but it framed her face perfectly.

“This is different from what I imagined.”’she giggled. She helped him get aligned with her entrance again. Chris had a tight grip on her hips and without warning thrusted his length into her.

She moaned loudly, Chris was bouncing her on top of his cock and she felt every thrust deep inside of her.

“It feels like you’re in my stomach.” she said in between thrusts.

“Does it feel good? Do you love this cock in you?” He said as he kissed in between her breasts.

“Yes, I love it.” She said breathlessly.

“I’m going to make sure you think of me when you go back home.” He said as he picked up the pace. He felt like she had adjusted enough and she was a very fast learner.

“Chris, please don’t stop. Fuck me hard.” She moaned.

“I want to hear you beg for me baby, since you’re such a good girl.” He said as he smacked her ass.

“Please, please!”’she kept moaning.

He couldn’t help but give her what she wanted. He thrust roughly into her until he came and rested inside of her.

She collapsed on his chest and he began to stroke her hair. They laid there in comfortable silence for a few moments.

Eventually y/n decided to get off and head into the bathroom to clean up.

“How was it?” Was it everything you imagined?” Chris asked when she came back into the bedroom.’

“It was perfect!” She answered happily and laid next to him. “What about you? I hope I wasn’t too bad.”

“You’re a natural.” Chris said groping her breast playfully.

She smiled and blushed, she still wasn’t used to not being a virgin anymore.

“My friends are not going to believe me, this was like something out of those cheesy romance novels.”’she giggled and snuggled into Chris’s chest. He happily pulled his arm around her and pulled her close.

“Well not everyone is lucky enough to lose their v-card to Chris Redfield.” He said with fake confidence.

She just laughed that musical laugh that he loved. He wanted to make her laugh all the time just to hear it.

“I guess it would be even cheesier if I asked you to stay the night then?” He turned to her.

“I couldn’t think of a better way to end the night.” She said with heavy lidded eyes. “You tired me out.”’

It was Chris’s turn to laugh. “I’d love to tire you out anytime babe.”’ He kissed her forehead.

Y/N fell asleep on Chris’s chest and Chris held her tightly not wanting to let go.

The next morning the two exchanged numbers.

“Here’s the address of my sorority house too, in case you want to write to me or maybe visit.” She winked at him. “I see you like making the other girls jealous.”‘Chris playfully rebutted.

She just punched his bicep playfully.

“Ow!” He feigned injury.

She just rolled her eyes.

Chris kept his word and drove her back to her friend’s apartment, the two not wanting to seperate; because they knew they wouldn’t see eachother for at least a long time.

“I know it’s silly because of how we met, but Um,” she started to say hesitantly.

Chris just held her hand looking in her eyes searching for what emotion she was having.

“I really liked our time together, and I hope maybe one day we could see eachother again.”

Chris smiled at her and kissed her lovingly. “I’d like that a lot y/n.”

She returned his smile, but her eyes started to water. He gave her one last hug and let her go into the apartment building.

He made a mental note to stop off in her neck of the woods someday, it wasn’t like him to disappoint a girl like her.

They called each other maybe a couple times after that, then ceased all contact.

Y/N had lost her dear friends in the Raccoon City incident in 1998; she was devastated. She often thought of the young man she shared her first intimate experience with and what had happened to him.

She did end up graduating; albeit a bit later than planned, due to the grief and loss she suffered.

She had found work with Terrasave, a non profit assisting survivors of bio-terrorist attacks.

She found herself buried in her work out of survivors' guilt; she had only visited Raccoon city once, but in that short time she had made a lifelong bond with someone who was likely dead.

She also thought of her best friend; was she scared in her last moments? Did she turn into one of those monsters? She pushed that last thought out of her mind.

She was busy delivering her reports to her supervisor when she almost ran into him.

She panicked and dropped the reports on the ground, she didn’t even look up at who she almost ran into.

She was flustered and scrambled to pick up the papers while blurting out multiple apologies.

“I am so sorry, I was lost in thought. I’ve just been in my office all day, this is what I get for not getting out much.” She stuttered, she definitely was embarrassing herself.

That’s when she looked up at the man and she froze. His expressive blue eyes were the same, and although age had definitely graced his features; he was as handsome as ever.

“Oh my god.” She said in a low tone.

“I thought that was you.” He said bending down to help her pick up the stack. “I didn’t mean to freak you out, I was just visiting my sister, she works in the PR department.” He said casually.

She couldn’t even get the words out. Was she hallucinating? Was he a ghost?

“I thought you were dead.” She stammered out. “I thought you had died in Raccoon City '' her voice shook. Her breath was stuck in between that uncomfortable place between her chest and throat.

He met her eyes. There was a new sadness in them. “I wasn’t there, but I should have been.” He said sadly.

“Chris, I’m so glad to see you’re alive. I know it’s hard, but you shouldn’t beat yourself up over it ! There’s nothing you could have done.” She said emotionally, she thought of her best friend, Sarah.

Chris' jaw clenched up. What did she know? Surely she had a general knowledge, had she lost the girl who’s apartment she was staying with? Chris had a lot of questions for her as well.

“I think we should maybe catch up; do you know Claire?” He asked genuinely curious.

“I’ve heard of her, we just haven’t met yet to be honest!” She said more enthusiastically. Suddenly, It felt like they had never separated.

“I’ll introduce you two, I think she’d like you a lot.” He said as he took the rest of the papers from her hands.

“I’ll also carry these for you, I can’t let you do all the heavy lifting.” He winked at her.

She blushed, she felt 21 again. “Well I can’t challenge your manhood again, you might have to teach me a lesson.” She stuck out her tongue.

It was Chris’ turn to blush. “You haven’t changed.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It definitely was.” He laughed. “Come on, I know you’re ready to clock out.”

The two walked down the hallway to Claire’s office talking light heartedly. Y/N didn’t know, but this was the most normalcy Chris had experienced in years. He didn’t believe in coincidences or a higher power since the Raccoon City incident; but the fact he was reunited with Y/N in such a way, he really couldn’t deny it.

He was thankful and maybe she was back in his life for a reason. He was excited to find out.

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Over the horizon

Loki x reader

Summary: Spending some time together under the warm beams of the sun seems like a great opportunity to be with the one person, that is able light up your world like no other.

Warnings: none

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"I swear to god, Loki, don't drop me!" I uttered while clinging tightly to his arms in hopes it would make any difference. At the same time I knew exactly what was waiting for me though.

"Oh but where would be the fun then, y/n?" as soon as these words left his mouth I felt myself breaking the surface of the water in only a matter of seconds. It was refreshingly cool and if I wouldn't have been a little upset by Loki's behavior I would have enjoyed how the cold made me feel like.

While I was still sinking a little bit, he was standing on the little boat we took to spend a nice evening together on the sea and smirked.

*Loki's pov*

As I let y/n slip out of my hands I couldn't help but laugh a bit. Y/n had no idea how much I enjoyed their company and I don't know if they will ever truly understand. The way they made me feel was beyond words and I was incredibly thankful for that.

Only being near them was something I could never think off missing in my life and I would do anything to keep them. I could only hope they felt the same way about me.

As I was standing there, I watched y/n fall into the water after calling something that made my smirk grow even wider. I knew they would get me for that in the future but it would have been worth it in the end.

I could make out their figure sinking slowly deeper and deeper until I wasn't able to see them anymore. I tried to remain calm, thinking y/n was just messing with me but at some point I couldn't help but start to panic.

As I thought of what might have happened that caused them not coming back to the surface, I already jumped in the water, hoping I would find them soon.

The moment I saw y/n, I pulled them close and swam back to the surface, not intending to let go. When we broke through the surface again, I looked at them worriedly, too afraid they were unconscious, but just as I was about to put my thinking into action, their laughter sounded and they beamed at me.

"I can't believe you fell for that" was the only thing they said before bursting out laughing. "You should have seen your face. A sight for the gods!" I just looked at y/n, processing what had just happened until a small smile spread on my face too.

"That's not funny, y/n" was what I said, trying to hide my smile from them but failed miserably. "Yeah, right right..but why are you laughing then?"

Instead of answering y/n, I just kept on looking at them, being simply greatful they were alright and unharmed. I didn't even want to think about what I would do if that was not the case, they meant too much to me.

Appearantly y/n noticed the state I was in and slowly pulled me into a hug, which was tighter than normal and all the nicer. "You're not going to lose me, I'm still not finished torturing you" they laughed and looked me straight in the eyes.

On their face was a big smile, the smile I loved more than anything in the world. In my eyes they were the epitome of perfection and no one could ever change that.

God, y/n will never know how much I love them...

*Y/n's pov*

This was everything I could ask for in life. It was just perfect. Being here in Loki's arms, embraced by the cool water of the ocean, while watching the sun set and simply enjoying the moment.

The look on Loki's face was the epitome of loving. His smile had my knees weak and I would litterally die for him. There was nothing I wouldn't do for being able to spend time with him or just knowing he was safe and sound.

God, Loki will never know how much I love him...

#loki laufesyon x reader #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x you #loki imagine #fluff #romance #summer #sea #marvel #oneshot

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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Hi babes, so I already sent ut to your messages but I saw you said we can send them as asks so Here is my submission for the Tinder Match up event. I'm really excited to see who my match will be. And please let me know if I need to correct or adjust anything

Name: Mavis

Age: 24

Pronouns: she/her

Star sign : Scorpio ♏️

Bio: If what you're looking for is a girl with personality then you're in luck because I have multiple.

Interested in: Men

Looking for: casual hookup with someone funny, attractive and our vibe has to match

Myers Brigg type: INTJ

Dogs/cats/both: both

Favourite hobby:

HQ bestie: Kanji Koganegawa

Smoke/ drink: casual drinker

Introvert/extrovert/ambivert: introvert

// nsfw below minors dni //

he made it so disgustingly easy, really, every step of the way. he sent the first message, kept the conversation flowing, invited you over, made the first move. and more than that, it wasn't just easy, it was comforting, like sure, you were at this guy's house to hookup and sure, he led the way, but it wasn't sleazy or expecting. it was smooth.

he asked you questions and smiled at you and cracked jokes and he was the epitome of the perfect casual hookup. you couldn't have asked for him to be better, couldn't have asked for more chemistry.

you're not even sure when it switched from harmless flirting to where you're at now, everything melded so perfectly together. a confidently soft kiss, lingering touches, fingertips ghosting over your skin, tongue dragging down your body.

and now seated in his lap, leg on either side of his thighs, his head pressed against your shoulder nipping at whatever skin he can reach, soft groans between them as he lifts his hips to meet you, you feel complete. "holy shit," you breath, throwing your head back.

he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls you against his chest, lips softly brushing against your ear, tickling the side of your neck with his breathy scoff, "i've barely even started."

#tori's tinder event!#matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #toriwritesshit

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blorbosexterminator · 2 years

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I see what you mean with the Andres “arc gap” (different anon btw) but do you think they might have gone a bit overboard in the flashbacks? I truly don’t think that Andres was ooc in the Mint. As you’ve pointed out this is a man who has lost absolutely everything and has nothing more to lose (also him generally being a terrible person + raging misogynist). But in the flashbacks I felt like they sort of dumbed him down in way? (Maybe not him but his character complexity). To me he went from this very complex character who married someone he didn’t love, someone he knew wouldn’t mourn after him just to feed his delusion of ‘enjoying life’ ,not letting death change him and pf course not to be alone- to a character who believed he was genuinely in a great romance, the epitome of love and devotion. A blind romantic who didn’t see the true nature of his feelings, who was deceived by the onset of emotion brought on by the honeymoon phase. Someone who forgot this wasn’t ‘true’. I think there’s a big difference to the two even if the portrayal might look the same. I never thought of Andres as dumb, I don’t think he is but to me he seemed childishly naive in a sense that clashed with what the narrative tried to establish (+ with what Andres himself said e.g. what he said to Martin) I know Andres couldn’t have known that Sergio and Martin would have ended up doing the Bank heist but spilling their top secret plan in such great detail that Tatiana knew both when and where to steal their gold is a bit :/ I imagine he must have told her all this even before the wedding and leaving Martin. I can’t imagine him talking about it after the fact. First of all it wouldn’t have made any sense because 1. the plan was abandoned and trying to impress her with an abandoned plan that is never going to come to fruition wouldn’t have worked and 2. They were already married why would he have to impress her? Secondly and I honestly think so, talking about Martin and their plan would be too painful for him. I think he’d keep thoughts of what he had to give up far away from his mind. Which brings us to the conclusion that Andres spilled the beans very early on. And we know Andres didn’t know Tatiana for all that long before getting married (I can’t remember how long it was said to have been but it didn’t take long lol) So once again I reiterate Andres told a woman he didn’t love, a woman who he at that point probably didn’t even know all too well the master plan he created? And at that point was going to perfect and make happen? Endangering both himself and both Martin and Sergio the people he cared for most in the world? I’m sorry for going on such a long rant and this is all of course just my opinion but what do you think? I understand characters, like Martin for example thinking that way- explicitly saying Andres was in love and blind but when the narrative starts to make it seem like that idk. Sometimes it fees like there’s this huge dissonance between what the character say and what the narrative shows us (mainly Andres)… it frustrates me quite a bit. Hope you’re having a nice day btw I just re-read “Children of the dust” the other day! Impossibly it keeps getting better every time you revisit it anew.

Don't worry at all about the rant, I'm glad you're sharing your thoughts with me. And you have really valid points too. But I do think there is a view point that narrows this gulf. I don't think all of what you've mentioned necessarily dumbs Andrés' character complexity down because I don't think Andrés went from "I'm just enjoying life because I know I will die soon and this is neither the great love of my life nor of yours but what matters is that we're having fun" to "This is true romance and the epitome of my life". To me this isn't what the arc is about.

The first complexity we both mention remains with Andrés until the end. Andrés' "heartbreak" over Tatiana isn't because he believed she was his great love and then she betrayed him. It was because Tatiana betrayed a deal between them and in doing so, she revealed to Andrés facets he would have rather not seen. Even during their breakup, Andrés doesn't go "you were the great love of my life, how dare you do that?" He acknowledges that their love is a light, fleeting thing and that Tatiana was supposed to find someone after his death. But Tatiana didn't and that changes everything, makes the hurt of it much worse. Because even though they were to be together for the remaining months of his life, what Tatiana showed was she didn't even like him enough to tolerate his presence for those few more months. Andrés' relationship was Tatiana, from his side, was meant to be a short passionate thing in Tatiana's life that sure, its ending wouldn't break her, but which would leave a cemented incomparable memory and impression on her; she was to live like a queen, enjoying all the glories of life because of Andrés and seeing all the beauties and wonders of life by Andrés' side, and to even inherit him, and all of those things were to leave her with "nothing will ever be like Andrés." Tatiana throwing all of that in his face isn't hurtful because he was so in love with Tatiana but because she basically said "you're not the man you think you are, you're not the man you promised me you were, and I don't care about you at all to the extent that I would rather leave you all alone now and not even inherit you. This is how boring and unsustainable you are a person to be with." Then left him for his son! Other than the fact that it's Rafael, it's also metatextually pushing Andrés out of the picture before his time. They weren't supposed to be so bored and done with him to want him to depart before his already unfair an untimely death, they were supposed to be so impressed and so infatuated with him and his life that he would at least leave a memory unlike any other behind. Can you imagine how painful something like that would be to a dying delusional man who absloutely did Not need his illusions and self-perception to break apart and release its swarms of rotten cockroaches now?

As for Andrés telling Tatiana his plans, yeah that was stupid af. Just the result of last minute writing that makes the characters bend backwards for plot reasons. But I do think a fun and not inaccurate way to see it is that Andrés is just like That. It wasn't that he was so in love with Tatiana that he had to share everything with, it's just that Andrés is one of the most talkative, self-revealing characters on the show (the reason he remains somewhat mysterious to audiences is that he's just weird and not everything he says is easily understood lmfao) but Andrés reveals a shit-ton about himself all the time. Especially when it something he's proud of. Andrés was so, so in love and infatuated with the plan. And you can tell from all season 3 to 5 how excited, eager, and proud he was of everything regarding this plan. Andrés isn't an idiot, no. But mix the emotional vulnerability of sex and sharing a bed with someone you at least really like and that you believe loves you ("She's totally in love," Andrés says regarding Tatiana the first time he speaks about her), and he's so involved with something that he loves so deeply and is so proud of, it's only natural that he would speak about it, only human. Sure, it might go against his logic, but who acts according to their own logic 24/7? Sure, the show took it so far for stupid plot reasons, with Tatiana knowing all of the tiny details years later and all, but at least a part of it makes sense to me.

I'd also say, one of the most interesting (and heartbreaking) parts about Andrés to me is that despite being a man who's seen a lot of terrible things and isn't really lacking in factual knowledge of what life can really be like, is still someone with an inexplicable sense of naivity to me. Andrés is really, really smart but he's also someone who's always one step behind especially when it comes to people. He can't tell when someone is showing him actual respect or making fun of him (nearly all interactions with the banda), there is a pretty large disconnection between what he thinks people see him as and how they actually see him. It's not total childish naivity or him being dumb, but just a sense of dissonance. Like he always plants the seeds of shit happening to him then showing actual, genuine surprise for those things happening and it's a consistent enough trait that I don't think it waters down his complexity at all: Andrés provokes Sergio to hell and back with Monica' situation, intentionally pushing him to lash at and hurt him, and when Sergio does do it, Andrés shows genuine hurt and surprise. The same thing with his son. And the same thing with Tatiana.

Hope you're having a great day, too. And ah! So happy to hear that. Makes me so glad that you're rereading it and that it makes it even better for you!!

#lcdp #lcdp berlin

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